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[looks down at him, comfortable leaning back against that door.]

"Used to"? Nah. I could compare you to my little cousin, but it wouldn't be flattering.

They must truly be a character if it is not flattering on a mass murderer.

[Murmured against his collarbone, because that's what Dan Feng's mouth can reach to suck a bruise into.]

Mmmh, yeah, on second thought let's not talk about her right now.

[squirms]

But I wish to know you better.

[He's multitasking by groping one of Randy's pecs, while his other hand tries to yank his shorts down. When the shorts don't magically fall off instantly, he snicks his claws out and moves to shred them off--]

Shirley ain't good pillow talk, ah, wait-

[Randy tries to beat him to it, shoving his trunks down to his thighs, his half hard cock bobbing dramatically with the abrupt speed of it.]

[He pulls back. That petulant look of jealousy on his face would be really familiar right now.]

I changed my mind. I do not want you to have someone else's name in your mouth. Is that sunburn?

Fair enough, not gonna lie. But- what? Yeah I'm sunburned but I hope you don't mean on my dick?

You are not showing this off in public, you harlot.

[He's going to tentatively wrap a hand around Randy's cock, squinting angrily at it.]

I am finding you some sunscreen and you are using it.

My dick ain't sunburnt! Don't glare at it like that!

[but it is firming up nicely in his hand.]

[Has he ever had an angry handjob before. Because that's what Dan Feng is doing; he might be squeezing a little too hard, a bit too rough, fang catching on his lower lip as he glares up at Randy.]

[he's not usually the kind of guy to get in bed with someone mad at him so no! it's- pretty hot though. he can't help but buck into his grip, biting his own lip as he meets his gaze and raises an eyebrow.]

We will have to find sturdier protection soon. I do not think the ones we bought would survive my fangs and I wish for you to choke me with this.

Ffffuck. Guess we'd better save up, babe.

Keep calling me that and you are not walking out of this room under your own power for the next two days.

[This is a THREAT sir; Dan Feng leans in and opens his mouth - laves his tongue from hilt to the underside of the head, and then very gently drags the point of a fang over his shaft.]

[he groaaaans, head knocking back against the door in an effort not to just fuck into his mouth.]

Threatening me with a good time again-

[Sorry he is ignoring Randy in favor of rubbing his cheek against that cock; smearing pre all over his face, like he's bathing in the scent. He doesn't seem to realize he's doing this, tail sweeping across the floor as he presses a hand between his own thighs.]

Ain't you a sight...

[he reaches down, hands settling in Dan Feng's hair, careful not to touch his horns.]

Is there anyone else that looks better?

[A little petulant, he better think of the correct answer when those fangs are really close to an important part of his body.]

[soothing little pets, a rough laugh.]

Darlin', you think I can think of anyone else right now?

I would scoop out your skull if you did.

[He starts to tug at his shorts the rest of the way down, so he can dig around in the pockets for the condoms.]

Did you get the flavored ones? I don't like them.

Wouldn't've without asking what flavors you like. These are bog standard.

[apparently unbothered by threats. what else is new? wiggling out of his shorts helpfully.]

[He pauses. Why does that sort of consideration affect him that much? Dan Feng hasn't been asked about what he liked for a very long time, he doesn't really remember what he likes about most things at this point.

He leans in to press a cheek briefly against Randy's knee, and then to help him take off his clothes completely, annoyed at himself for being maudlin over condoms.]

Turn around.

Yessir.

[with a teasing lilt, turning to brace himself against the door and wiggle his ass enticingly.]

Impertinent.

[There's no heat in it. There is a brief nip to an asscheek, a strangled 'why do you look like this', and the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

Dan Feng spreads him open, then, and something soft and warm presses against his hole, working him open. But both of his hands are still on his cheeks, so Randy can probably work that out for himself.]

Oh...

[he stops wiggling with a soft groan, stance sliding just a little wider, encouraging.]

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