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If this's a dream, I don't wanna wake up.

[but while he struggles with the second packet, Randy gets the picture, reaching for it.]

Let me, darlin'.

I am- [Fumbles with it, all the way to Randy's hands. He's beet red at this point.] I can seduce you better than this.

Sweetheart, I'm already in your bed. You've already made me come with your mouth. I'm feelin' pretty seduced.

[unwrapping the condom, then reaching down to start sliding it onto Dan Feng's upper cock himself.]

Oh.

[He stifles the groan at the touch, hands dimpling the skin of Randy's thighs.]

We really have lain together, you - you don't seem surprised at all.

Toldja.

[sliiiiding it down his length.]

Got lucky enough-- turned into a woman, and so did you, but you kept these? Put one in each hole. Helluva time.

I can always make new holes in you?

Absolutely not.

[He looks like he's going to think a lot more about it later, but right now Randy's face looks like Dan Feng's chances of sex are going to go down exponentially the more he asks.]

Can you also put a condom on my other...one.

'Course.

[reaching for a second condom to do the same, rewarding the change of topic.]

[When he's close enough, Dan Feng is going to lean in and nip at Randy's shoulder, and mouth at him the entire time he rolls the condom on.]

[Randy kisses and nips at the blade of an ear in turn, humming pleased little noises as he rolls the condom down to the base, and lets his fingertips tease feather-light between Dan Feng's lengths, juuust dipping into the wetness of his vent.]

C-careful--

[He shivers bodily against Randy's hand, though, rocking against it once, twice, before he presses Randy back down against the pillows.]

[he goes down easily, fingers sliding damp against Dan Feng's hip as they're dislodged. then he brings that hand up to brush against the smaller man's lips, smiling up at him.]

My bad. Mind helping me clean up?

[His expression twitches at being ordered. As he leans in to lap up at the fingers presented to him, though, his objective of following orders activates, and the mara curling in his veins stills. It feels a little like when Kafka whispers to him, but not really, and he's looking Randy in the eyes as he licks his hand clean.

Distantly he thinks, wait, this isn't really cleaning at all, before he swallows Randy's fingers down to the knuckles.]

[Randy keeps his gaze on Dan Feng, all that heat and fondness plain to see in sea green eyes. It's not really cleaning him up, but cloudhymn can do that later-- he's more than happy to curve his fingers in the wet heat of that mouth, stroke along that devastating tongue.]

So pretty.

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