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[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..!]

Don't like babe?

[rutting between his thighs, words stilted.]

How 'bout- darlin'?

[a particularly brutal thrust. mouthing at the nape of his neck.]

Sweetheart?

[He would have taken names like whore or slut a lot better. These ones undo him, breaths hitched as he frantically pats behind himself, trying to grab at Randy's hand - hip - anything -]

Touch me-

Yes.

[more than eager, hand slipping past Dan Feng's grasping one to curl around his lower cock, quickly matching the pace of stroking being applied to the other one, matching the searing heat of his own erection rutting between his thighs.]

[Dan Feng squeaks, and comes nearly immediately after only a couple of strokes, thighs clamping tight around Randy's cock.]

[That's when Randy trips over his own limits, hips bucking a broken pace as he spills wetly between his thighs, groan ragged. his body presses tight against Dan Feng's back, all but curling around him as orgasm shakes through them both.]

[His tail curls around the both of them, the tip of it swaying in the air, pleased...

He's not even halfway through the afterglow before he freezes.]

Randolph we are in public.

[his low, throaty laugh is embarrassed, but overall very much still mid-afterglow, thanks.]

Mmhm.

[standing up, trying to turn around/waddle in the circle of Randy's arms--

He gets distracted halfway by the mess on his thighs, swiping fingers through the slick of come and putting them into his mouth.]

[fuck. he can feel the shudder of arousal run through randy, complete with a valiant little twitch of his cock.]

Down, puppy.

[But he is sort of just leaning against the dais now, cleaning himself off by swiping all of that slick off his skin and licking it off his fingers, instead of using cloudhymn.]

You need more nutrition in your diet.

[unfortunately calling him puppy is only encouraging his traitorous dick, which throbs again, but he's thrown off by the next bit. takes a moment or two to process. thunks his head against the back of Dan Feng's shoulder to laaaaugh, warm and easy.]

I blame circumstances.

Well. No longer.

[He yanks his own pants back up, tucking himself back in. Turns around, and before Randy can do anything else, he's going to use cloudhymn to clean and dry his cock and shorts with water, sort of like a sexy laundry service, if the owner was a cranky old man.]

[FULL-BODY SHIVER,]

Hmmgh.

[Tucking him in!!!]

I want a nap. But I also want protection so I can put eggs in you. [WHAT kind of protection this is we are unsure.] Be useful and tell me what you can contribute.

[wait sorry?

sorry wait?

his braincell is doing interpretive dance over here.]

...I don't think condoms are gonna be able to handle eggs.

[He puts a hand over Randy's chest, over his heart. Scratches little pink lines over his collarbone.]

Useless. [Petulant.] What happens if I go into rut? I would kill you.

It doesn't sound ideal...

[folding a hand over Dan Feng's, heart skipping a beat, but he doesn't smell like fear.]

I don't s'ppose we could... induce immunity somehow?

Short lifers usually are immune, but I-

[His hand curls under Randy's. His breath hitches, the nails digging into his skin. His pupils thin into slits, the irises bleeding red--]

I made the exception. I am the exception. I am made of this wretched, disgusting parasitic--

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