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[a soft little laugh and kissing his cheek again.]

I really need to find out if we can get condoms for your dragon pussy-dick situation.

[PLASTERING A HAND OVER HIS MOUTH!!!]

You can't say that ou--

[He curls over in pain, nearly goring Randy in the face.]

Whwnn??

[yanking his head back in time but he is fully failing to say like, words, with that hand there,]

[His shirt is black, so it won't be easy to see the bloodstain crawling across the chest of it.]

You can't say. You c- [Hhhghk,] those words. Improper!

[so the problem is Randy has extremely good vision, actually, and the black of Dan Feng's shirt going ever so slightly blacker has his attention immediately. his expression sobers immediately. and he licks Dan Feng's palm.]

[LIFTING HIS PALM AWAY ANd kind of falling backwards --]

[catching him by the waist, immediate and steady.]

Your chest.

[He hesitates, but then lifts the hem of his shirt; a cut has opened diagonally from shoulder to rib, bleeding like it's freshly made.]

What?

[starts to reach to touch, then grimaces and withdraws that hand. his other stays firm on Dan Feng's waist.]

What happened?

[He leans away further, but that hand on his waist stops him. It doesn't take long, anyway, for the wound to start knitting together, Dan Feng twitching through it.]

I remember... I had a similar wound when I jumped off one of the towers. It was odd. [He really does not have the cognitive ability to put together that this was one of his taboos.]

When you--

[nope. not the time to unpack that. watching his healing carefully.]

And it wasn't from falling on something?

No, I've died many times from falls before. Never had a clean cut like this.

[The cut's gone now, but the blood still remains smeared on his chest.]

The peculiarities do not matter, I will heal from it regardless. The point is that you should conduct yourself in public and not say things like- like-

[Yeah it opens again.]

[claps his hand over Dan Feng's mouth.]

Stop that!

[The look he shoots Randy is so indignant; his tail curls up to whap the fluff of it into his face.]

You're hurting yourself with that! Don't mind what nasty shit I say, I mean well.

[There's a glint of something in his eyes, and then his mouth moves under Randy's palm, words muffled. It's clear what he's saying, though, from the way the cut on his chest broadens, bleeding further, maybe it would go deeper and into his ribs and into his heart and he'd bleed out completely and,]

Dan Feng.

[taking his hand off his mouth.

to shove his fingers in instead.]

It's not worth it.

[Muffled protest!!! Good thing Randy probably already knows the responsibility of looking after someone goes both ways, because Dan Feng is Dan Feng.

After a few annoyed moments, he curls a long tongue around those fingers, and leans forward, hilting them in his throat. That'll learn him, wouldn't it, right--]

[he knows, but does not expect Dan Feng's unhinged response. he's not braced for that image to collide with his already suddenly pressing arousal, and the little growl he makes is undeniably hungry, even as his other hand grips Dan Feng's jaw.]

[How dare he-- Dan Feng doesn't know when he's started panting, or rocking against him, but this is a bad idea, he can already feel the drool slide slick over his chin but he can't move his head back because of Randy's grip.

As long as he doesn't bite it should be fine. It should. His pupils have dilated into broad ovals, face flushed as he closes his lips around Randy's fingers and hollows out his cheeks.]

[oops they are spinning out of control here but it's fine. it's fine. he'll keep them steady.]

Shh, that's good. You're being very good for me.

[pressing a kiss to his forehead, thumb stroking along the soft skin just behind his jaw as he rocks his fingers ever so slightly in and out.]

Thank you. I have you. You have me.

[he's rock hard but doing his best.]

Edited 2024-12-09 05:27 (UTC)

[He can take violence, but he doesn't know what to do with this tenderness, heat flushing down his cheekbones and into the collar of his shirt. It's starting to smell like the sea, damp and salt as Dan Feng ruts against the hardness in Randy's shorts.

His wound has already knit closed, and he wants to press skin against skin so he leans in further, forgetting about the fingers in his mouth and choking himself.]

[he knows that smell and he wants it so badly, arches up under him to make himself better to ride.]

Careful- I've got you.

[drawing his fingers back just enough Dan Feng can breathe around them, stroking his tongue as best he can.]

[He doesn't understand why this is so hot, the desperation of it, the wet touch on his tongue. There isn't space for the mara to come up his throat, not when he's keeping his mouth open for Randy to play with.

He's not even half hard when he starts to wrench his head back.]

'm goingh-

[He's afraid of biting down on Randy's fingers if he comes.]

[Randy lets Dan Feng pull back til his fingers withdraw from his mouth, then he's getting that hand with its wet, warm fingers on the back of Dan Feng's neck and reeling him in close again, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he starts to rock up against him.]

C'mon, lovely-

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