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[That... wasn't what he'd expected. They'd already gotten a room, and Dan Heng looks taken aback for a moment.]
Here?
Here?
Who said I was a pet?
[Said with that brand of stubbornness they both have.]
[Said with that brand of stubbornness they both have.]
No, you're not.
[And isn't that more ominous? Dan Feng sways closer, then, hooking a finger in the back of his collar- not enough to choke, but certainly enough to be felt.]
But you are mine to care for all the same, my dear. Don't make me repeat myself.
[And isn't that more ominous? Dan Feng sways closer, then, hooking a finger in the back of his collar- not enough to choke, but certainly enough to be felt.]
But you are mine to care for all the same, my dear. Don't make me repeat myself.
[Behind him, the telltale sound of Dan Heng's tail lashing can be heard. He doesn't want to strip in this elevator, where it smells bad and where when they leave, he could be seen. But Dan Feng is insistent.
He is keenly aware the finger at the back of his collar is a warning but...]
And how will you prevent others from seeing me, when we eventually leave this elevator?
[Unstoppable force versus immovable object.]
He is keenly aware the finger at the back of his collar is a warning but...]
And how will you prevent others from seeing me, when we eventually leave this elevator?
[Unstoppable force versus immovable object.]
[There is absolutely no hiding the heat suffusing his cheeks, neck and ears when he's in this form.]
No.
No.
[Dan Feng will feel the way he shivers, running from the tip of his tail to the base, a quiet noise that might be a whine if he had any less self-control.]
You said... you didn't want anyone to see.
You said... you didn't want anyone to see.
But you seem like you want it...?
[He sounds considering... indulgent. Dan Feng leans in very close, like he's going to slot their mouths together; he stops short, every word brushes Dan Heng's lips.]
I can indulge anything you want. You are safe with me.
[He sounds considering... indulgent. Dan Feng leans in very close, like he's going to slot their mouths together; he stops short, every word brushes Dan Heng's lips.]
I can indulge anything you want. You are safe with me.
[Oh that's cruel.
Dan Heng does not consider himself an exhibitionist by any means, but Dan Feng keeps teasing.] I don't... want anyone to see.
[His tongue slips out, wetting his lips-- just barely brushing against Dan Feng's own.]
Dan Heng does not consider himself an exhibitionist by any means, but Dan Feng keeps teasing.] I don't... want anyone to see.
[His tongue slips out, wetting his lips-- just barely brushing against Dan Feng's own.]
[For normal, sane people they would have agreed on some sort of safeword, but Dan Feng has no concept of safewords.
Fingers press into the base of Dan Heng's tail- digging into the merge of scale and skin.]
Clothes off, my little darling. Or I will shred them off you.
Fingers press into the base of Dan Heng's tail- digging into the merge of scale and skin.]
Clothes off, my little darling. Or I will shred them off you.
[Those fingers dig in and Dan Heng arches forward, tail twitching wildly as sparks dance along his nerves. He does stumble forward into Dan Feng this time-- close enough for the other to feel the ragged breath he takes in, trying to gather his focus.
It's pretty much impossible with Dan Feng doing that, but he tries anyway.] Okay... Okay I'll...
[Clothes. If Dan Feng shreds his clothes, that'll go even more poorly than doing it himself. He reaches up to tug at the hidden closures of his shirt, trying to ignore where he is right now, which isn't difficult when Dan Feng has a grip on his tail like that, digging fingers into some of his most sensitive scales.]
It's pretty much impossible with Dan Feng doing that, but he tries anyway.] Okay... Okay I'll...
[Clothes. If Dan Feng shreds his clothes, that'll go even more poorly than doing it himself. He reaches up to tug at the hidden closures of his shirt, trying to ignore where he is right now, which isn't difficult when Dan Feng has a grip on his tail like that, digging fingers into some of his most sensitive scales.]
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