Good point. The Preceptors would not be happy you left.
[Should he be talking about the Preceptors when he's - hm - he's kneeling, what is he doing actually? He curls a hand around the back of Dan Heng's thigh, undoes the clasps of one of his boots, sliding his hand between the leather and Dan Heng's calf in a way that could be considered pornographic on 338 planets.]
[Dan Feng looks up at him through his lashes - even though he's the one kneeling, he's absolutely predatory, hungry, like he's going to devour Dan Heng whole. He presses a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then his knee.
He delicately lifts Dan Heng's foot out of the boot, easily supporting his weight. And then he kisses the jut of his ankle, sucking a bruise into the skin above.]
[Yeah, all thoughts of the crusty preceptors are gone at that look, an equally hungry look coming to Dan Heng's own gaze, as if the sight before him was a feast he wanted to devour.
It seems they are entirely too similar in very specific ways... like this, with such intense focus on what they want in moments like now. Dan Heng holds very still while Dan Feng removes his boot, barely seeming to breath but for a small gasp when the other starts to suck a bruise into his skin.]
[He croons, setting that bare foot down on the elevator carpet. He then undoes his other boot, but before he takes that other one off too, with the same care - he leans in, and fits his mouth over the apex of Dan Heng's legs, never breaking eye contact.]
[Hearing his name crooned like that, being looked at like that... it makes the depths of his gut curl and spark, something ravenous building in his veins, the urge to drag Dan Feng closer making his fingers twitch.
And then Dan Feng does it for him, in the best way possible.
The sound that escapes him is quiet, but obscene-- choked on at the last second, demanding and pleading all at once as his thighs clench, as he blindly reaches out to grab at whatever part of Dan Feng he can reach.]
[Perhaps he'll remember this the next time he dons the robes of their office: Dan Feng's mouth hot through the fine fabric, a thumb slipping under the silver cuff high on his thigh, pressing against heated skin. How he moans, muffled, eyes shuttering, as if being between Dan Heng's legs was his favorite place to be.
He'll be able to grab at Dan Feng's hair, even as shifts, pillowing his cheek on Dan Heng's bare ribs. He smiles at Dan Heng in a way that he's been told is extremely aggravating.]
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[Should he be talking about the Preceptors when he's - hm - he's kneeling, what is he doing actually? He curls a hand around the back of Dan Heng's thigh, undoes the clasps of one of his boots, sliding his hand between the leather and Dan Heng's calf in a way that could be considered pornographic on 338 planets.]
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[His voice comes out raspy. He doesn't want to think about the preceptors when Dan Feng is doing that, the picture he makes--
If Dan Feng looks up, he'll find Dan Heng looks enthralled watching him, having paused entirely in his movements.]
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He delicately lifts Dan Heng's foot out of the boot, easily supporting his weight. And then he kisses the jut of his ankle, sucking a bruise into the skin above.]
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It seems they are entirely too similar in very specific ways... like this, with such intense focus on what they want in moments like now. Dan Heng holds very still while Dan Feng removes his boot, barely seeming to breath but for a small gasp when the other starts to suck a bruise into his skin.]
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[He croons, setting that bare foot down on the elevator carpet. He then undoes his other boot, but before he takes that other one off too, with the same care - he leans in, and fits his mouth over the apex of Dan Heng's legs, never breaking eye contact.]
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And then Dan Feng does it for him, in the best way possible.
The sound that escapes him is quiet, but obscene-- choked on at the last second, demanding and pleading all at once as his thighs clench, as he blindly reaches out to grab at whatever part of Dan Feng he can reach.]
Dan Feng.
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He'll be able to grab at Dan Feng's hair, even as shifts, pillowing his cheek on Dan Heng's bare ribs. He smiles at Dan Heng in a way that he's been told is extremely aggravating.]
Be good for me, Xiaoheng. Everything off.