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[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--

[leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead.]

Stay with me, darlin'.

Have you ever killed me? In that place we have met before.

No.

But I didn't let you kill me either.

Are you a killer?

Yes.

I do not like dying here. I have died many many many many times, but here it is very unpleasant.

[His hands are crawling up Randy's chest, to wrap around his favorite place: his neck.]

But I would rather it be me than you. I will always come back. But you. I don't like my toys being broken.

He says, hands around my neck...

[voice sardonic, but sobering after a moment.]

I've been broken a long time, sweetheart.

Do you not understand? Have you never seen me lose my mind? I would tear you to pieces.

...I do understand. I've seen it and I've weathered it. I'm sturdier than I seem.

[Sort of choking him just a little bit. To make a point. His fingers are still a little sticky.]

You are mortal.

[reaching to- stroke his cheek, smile crooked and voice strained.]

I know.

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