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[Muffled protest!!! Good thing Randy probably already knows the responsibility of looking after someone goes both ways, because Dan Feng is Dan Feng.

After a few annoyed moments, he curls a long tongue around those fingers, and leans forward, hilting them in his throat. That'll learn him, wouldn't it, right--]

[he knows, but does not expect Dan Feng's unhinged response. he's not braced for that image to collide with his already suddenly pressing arousal, and the little growl he makes is undeniably hungry, even as his other hand grips Dan Feng's jaw.]

[How dare he-- Dan Feng doesn't know when he's started panting, or rocking against him, but this is a bad idea, he can already feel the drool slide slick over his chin but he can't move his head back because of Randy's grip.

As long as he doesn't bite it should be fine. It should. His pupils have dilated into broad ovals, face flushed as he closes his lips around Randy's fingers and hollows out his cheeks.]

[oops they are spinning out of control here but it's fine. it's fine. he'll keep them steady.]

Shh, that's good. You're being very good for me.

[pressing a kiss to his forehead, thumb stroking along the soft skin just behind his jaw as he rocks his fingers ever so slightly in and out.]

Thank you. I have you. You have me.

[he's rock hard but doing his best.]

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[He can take violence, but he doesn't know what to do with this tenderness, heat flushing down his cheekbones and into the collar of his shirt. It's starting to smell like the sea, damp and salt as Dan Feng ruts against the hardness in Randy's shorts.

His wound has already knit closed, and he wants to press skin against skin so he leans in further, forgetting about the fingers in his mouth and choking himself.]

[he knows that smell and he wants it so badly, arches up under him to make himself better to ride.]

Careful- I've got you.

[drawing his fingers back just enough Dan Feng can breathe around them, stroking his tongue as best he can.]

[He doesn't understand why this is so hot, the desperation of it, the wet touch on his tongue. There isn't space for the mara to come up his throat, not when he's keeping his mouth open for Randy to play with.

He's not even half hard when he starts to wrench his head back.]

'm goingh-

[He's afraid of biting down on Randy's fingers if he comes.]

[Randy lets Dan Feng pull back til his fingers withdraw from his mouth, then he's getting that hand with its wet, warm fingers on the back of Dan Feng's neck and reeling him in close again, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he starts to rock up against him.]

C'mon, lovely-

So good-

[He's wrapped his arms around Randy's shoulders, shivering under the kiss and not moving, he wants more of those, this easy, non-performative affection. His pants are so tight it's painful, slick wet against his crotch, but he can't be bothered with taking himself out or Randy out because losing any contact was unfathomable.

It doesn't take long before he clamps a hand on Randy's shoulder and bites down on it instead of the crook of Randy's neck as he comes, hips jerking out of rhythm.]

Yeah, yeah, just like that-

[the wet heat of Dan Feng riding him through their clothes is so fucking hot, and combined with the insistent pulse of reward from his objective, he's worked up beyond belief. his cock is a blazing hot shape through their soaked clothes, twitching notably as Dan Feng comes on top of it, but not quite following suit.]

Good boy. Beautiful.

[he tips his head to give him more affectionate little kisses, but at this point and angle, he can only really reach horn. which he kisses!]

Randolph.

[Dan Feng moans, nearly pornographic, jolting bodily at the kiss to his horn. He lolls his head back, leans forward to bump their foreheads together.

He really wants to kiss him. But he can't. He squirms.]

This isn't fair.

[takes the headbutt with a rumbly little laugh, breathless, still rocking up shallowly into the sopping wet layers of cloth keeping him out of Dan Feng's wet heat.]

It is what it is. S'okay. You feel good?

What do you think.

[He's petulantly annoyed, and visibly still hard, and he wants to ride Randy until he cries, and

He unceremoniously dips his hand into Randy's waistband, feeling for the shape of him.]

Fair ennngh.

[he's hot and thick and long and bucking up into that hand with a strangled noise.]

[He inhales, leaning in to mouth at Randy's jaw. A blink and his hand is slick with cool cloudhymn, warming up very quickly as he takes Randy out. These shorts are ruined.]

You're... big. [He licks his lips as he starts stroking in a rhythm that does absolutely nothing except stoke his arousal.] I own this, you understand?

[whining in the back of his throat, hips stuttering into that warm slick hand.]

All of me-- right?

Always.

[Hard to tell if Dan Feng is being literal or metaphorical there, but the important thing here is that Dan Feng is still thinking very hard about how to get dick without turning Randy into a pile of sentient mushy meat and leaves. He lets go, tries to drag Randy with him as he stands. Wait...]

Get up.

[It's Very Nice to Have Someone Want to Keep You. not unfamiliar for Randy, but nice! the consideration is also very affirming.]

Yessir.

[picking himself up, only a little unsteady, cock also at attention.]

[He's already red, flustered blotchy, but he still doesn't look Randy in the eyes when he hooks thumbs in his pants and pushes them down just above his knees.

He's dripping wet, sweet brine in the air, thighs shining with slick. His cocks bounce out of their confinement. Dan Feng faces the dais and braces his hands on it.]

Use m-my- [He stutters.] use my thighs.

[Fuck, he hisses internally, so as not to start the violence up again.]

Gladly.

[he says instead, voice reverent as first he presses himself all along Dan Feng's back and kisses the nape of his neck. his erection is a burning weight against the base of his tail and ass.]

You're so gorgeous. So wet. Is that all for me, darlin'?

Hhngh?

[How does he know draping his weight like that over Dan Feng makes his knees shake? How to rock against his tail like that? Why is he attracted to these kinds of muscular assholes?

His tail lifts like he's presenting, before the fluff smacks Randy in the face. What is he doing. Dallying.]

Cease talking and fuck me.

[a rumble of a laugh pressed all nice along his back, and he nips at that tail fluff.]

Needy.

[it's a tease, but his tone says he likes it, and he's reaching down to press his cock between those slick, wet thighs with a groan.]

'M not-- mmm--

[There's not much give to his thighs- he's lithe, and muscled, but he sure can keep his thighs clamped, and whenever Randy fucks in he's large enough to rut against the underside of one of Dan Feng's cocks.

Not to mention the delicious friction over his lower lips, slick against velvet heat.]

Oh, that's good--

Are too. But so'm I.

[breathlessly, ramping up to a quick pace swiftly, the sound of his hips slapping into Dan Feng's ass unavoidably filthy.]

You feel amazing, babe.

Stop calling- stop calling me that, insolent--

[He muffles a gasp into the back of his hand, his other hand taking his upper cock and stroking it in time with Randy's thrusts.

Yaoshi forbid Randy realized how weak he was to endearments. Wait, he probably already knew..!]

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