[At some point while Dan Feng is out and about, he'll return to his room to find a potted plant.
It's still moist from the marsh mud it was dug out from, but it's quite lively looking, with a few young purple-blue buds yet to bloom.
No he did not spend money to buy a plant, just the pot. He figured finding one locally would better ensure it handles the climate here. A little note with precise handwriting is attached.]
I believe this is something like a Marshland Iris, though I cannot be sure of the exact species. They're hardy and grow quickly as long as given plenty of water.
[Jing Yuan pauses in the doorway, glancing at the rest of the room before dropping a plastic bag of goodies on the nearest unused bed. He fishes some kind of twinkie-like monstrosity from the bag, unwraps it, and then drapes himself over Dan Feng's shoulders.
There is no violence. No shouting. No slinking along with his back to the wall. He just breaths in Dan Feng's scent as if their intimacy is easy and not a nightmare of blood and teeth.
[There's two beds pushed together with all of Dan Feng's nest accoutrements, one more bed angled like he was thinking about pushing it with the others, too. The rest of the beds and the room is empty, and Dan Feng hasn't been very good about cleaning off the suspicious stains on the floor.
HIs shoulders go very tense when Jing Yuan drapes over him, and they don't relax even when he takes the food. He's holding it a little like a grenade that's about to explode.]
In the morning. I don't want to throw up and die in bed. [A pause.] Welcome home.
You can injure or kill me all you want, it matters little to me.
[He says this matter-of-factly, like it's a given he's going to die in the near future. Whatever. He moves to fold the bar back into its wrapping. He's hungry, yes, but he also does not believe Jing Yuan.]
It does matter. You punish me for it quite brutally.
[You're not allowed to forget that, sir!!
Also since Dan Feng is being an ass and Jing Yuan is currently spiraling towards nihility, he snags the twinkie back and takes a great big bite of it.]
[All of these happen very fast. Dan Feng thought himself an expert in all avenues of attack Jing Yuan undertakes to kill him, but this is very new and confusing and he sputter-chokes through his half of twinkie before swallowing it too.]
You - [He frowns. Fists a hand in Jing Yuan's collar to try and make him bend down.] Have you been drinking?
[He vaguely remembers - he sometimes drank with Jing Yuan Before. Maybe he was hallucinating. But he has no interest in controlling Jing Yuan's vices, as long as Dan Feng was the worst of them.
He lets him go. It's becoming harder and harder not to vibrate out of his skin from the anticipation of Jing Yuan's next act of defiance.]
I'll get you some water. Change into your sleep clothes.
[He can feel the annoyance start to creep up the back of his throat, having never actually considered what would happen if he caught his quarry and his quarry did not actively spend every waking hour either trying to kill or gaslight him.
He's not very good at hiding the annoyance either, brows drawing down as he comes closer.]
[It's YOUR FAULT, Dan Feng!!! Jing Yuan dares to roll his eyes, and then continues to be a pain by going limp and letting Dan Feng take his shoes off.]
[Dan Feng can scold him and mock him all he wants. Jing Yuan has chosen not to care, beyond the bitter satisfaction of seeing Dan Feng so unsatisfied with the result he asked for.]
If I am not permitted to be a person, I must become either a doll or a monster. So sorry my choice has disappointed you.
[Jing Yuan looks up at him with an empty expression. What's the point of being frustrated when there's no way to satisfy the man and no chance of reaching him?]
[The silence that settles over the room in the wake of Dan Feng's request is thick enough to suffocate. Jing Yuan doesn't have the power to do that. It's beyond his reach, but even if he could grasp it he wouldn't. The one thing he could never make himself do, regardless of the cost of failure, is to end any Dan Feng for good.
His chest clenches painfully, and his dead-eyed facade crumbles in favour of heartbreak.]
I am no longer the Dan Feng you know. Is that not enough?
[He's seen that heartbreak thousands of times and it was always the prelude to violence, but Jing Yuan doesn't seem like he's moving to hurt Dan Feng. Why isn't he? What's going on?]
You never were the Dan Feng I knew, as I have never been the Jing Yuan you knew.
[Dan Feng may not accept that, but Jing Yuan has no room to talk when he can no more bear to turn on this Dan Feng than on his own, even after all this suffering.]
I am not one of the Reignbow's chosen. I do not know if even that power could grant your death, but if I had it I still wouldn't try.
Why wouldn't you? After what I have done to you? To the Luofu?
[There's a new expression on his face -- discomfort, bordering on fear, that even like this he would not be inflicted with the retribution he so deserved. That there would be nothing to assuage the guilt of it all.]
[He winces slightly as he says it, visibly expecting it to earn him another violent punishment. He's terrified, and yet he hates that look on Dan Feng's face too much to flee. Instead he just places a gentle hand on Dan Feng's cheek.]
You can consider my refusal your punishment, Feng-ge. Until you bring mara onto me, I will not give you another.
[Those are words he've said to Jing Yuan thousands of times before, but he's never had them said to him.
He can't help it. He turns his face into Jing Yuan's hand, trying and miserably failing to not start crying. He pulls back immediately, stumbling back, because his tears are infectious too.]
I don't- I would never - I wouldn't bring mara onto you, I wouldn't -
[There are dangerous, toxic tears on Jing Yuan's hand and dripped onto his cheek. He doesn't seem to care. When Dan Feng backs away Jing Yuan sits, wiping his face with his sleeve. He stares at his hand for a moment, visibly considering putting his fingers in his mouth on purpose. The extent of Dan Feng's infectiousness is unknown to Jing Yuan, but he knows Denizens of Abundance inside and out and he knows what the likely risk is.
A miserable little thought worms its way through his mind, whispering how much easier it would be to simply let his mind slip away and end this particular suffering. But the agony of retaining awareness the way his friends have is too much to gamble on. And besides -- he may want to die, but he still wants it to be on his terms.
He wipes his hand as well, and watches Dan Feng with a blatantly confused expression.]
Isn't that what you've been trying to do this whole time?
[Dan Feng watches him contemplate with actual terror, hardly daring to breathe from where he's gone to stand at the foot of the mattresses pushed together.]
No? All these years I have hunted you and you never wavered. I would know if the mara has blossomed and you are too strong for it to take your mind like that-
[Despite his efforts to stay his emotion, his voice cracks on that one as the frustration bubbles up from under the placid surface.]
I have destroyed that which I love with my own hands! I am a wanted criminal, rejected by the Xianzhou Alliance! I have been alone, waiting to die, for half my life!
[And now they're both crying like big babies. Jing Yuan gestures clumsily as he tries to explain through the alcohol and the sharp pain in his chest, and compared to that other version of himself, he looks as fragile as he feels.]
I am not strong enough to bear what that man does, Dan Feng. Every time you touch me I wonder if this is when I'll lose myself. Why is that so hard for you to understand!?
[There's so much to unpack there that Dan Feng doesn't even know what to start, but the most immediate one is:]
You are. You are strong. You are still alive because of your convictions, in spite of what has happened, both by your hand or not. I am only alive because of the Plagues Author's blessing.
[He doesn't know what to do with a Jing Yuan who was fragile, who had not grown to match Dan Feng blow for blow in every way.]
You are stronger than me in all the ways that matter.
So you say, but you continue to make my life an endless stream of tortures. If you want me to live through that, you may as well pour your blood into my mouth right now.
[This is the look of a guy who is not convinced. Or the look of a guy who has spent about 90% of his conscious existence doing things dictated by someone else. He toes the mattress and crouches down, and for the first time since they probably made the contract, he doesn't immediately tilt into Jing Yuan's space.]
Then you must accept that there will be times when you need to strike me down. I may agree with you now but I will not be able to recognize you later.
[Jing Yuan can't help but flinch a little when Dan Feng approaches. But he doesn't invade his personal space, and gradually he begins to truly untense.
Putting Dan Feng down, though... Even temporarily, that's a nightmare. But he understands this is already all the concessions he can be given. Jing Yuan has to bear his part of it, too.]
[He doesn't want to think about it too much. He's had enough terror and flashbacks for one day. He stretches, sighs, and flops back over rather than deal with it. The look on Dan Feng's face is worrying though, so he tentatively reaches out to poke his knee.]
[He turns his head to look at the door - he doesn't understand why he's now dreading Dan Heng coming back - then back at him, before getting to his feet.]
I will get you some water first. How much did you have to drink?
[While grumbling his answer, Jing Yuan wiggles further up on the mattress until his head finds a pillow. He's not planning to sleep, but he can at least get comfortable.]
Enough to be able to have this conversation.
[It was enough to make him Actually Drunk but not enough to get him Wasted. He can't remember the numbers and he doesn't care.]
[Dan Feng gives him a look as he comes back with a glass of water. It is his 'I am going to give you a lecture because you're being stupid and I have opinions' look.]
...was it good alcohol at least? [He crouches down and holds the glass out.]
[He squints at the glass for a moment, unwilling to sit back up to drink it but aware that he really needs it. Eventually he half-sits, just enough to take it, chug the whole thing, and hand it back.]
[He answers despite that pause making his shoulders go dreadfully stiff. He can only pray that there will be no more torment tonight.]
It's a Zhuming blade I found in a night market shortly after my escape. I think... it most likely isn't one of his, but it feels like it could be. I haven't named it.
[After texting that he'd be out late, Jing Yuan slips into the room late at night. There's something different about his footsteps -- a slightly shorter, lighter stride with a lower center of gravity. There's the slight jingle of metal jewelry, and that's the warning Dan Feng gets before Jing Yuan drapes himself over his shoulders.
His arms are slightly more slender than they were just earlier in the day, and there's substantially more soft flesh pressing against Dan Feng's back.]
Still awake?
[The voice is, in fitting with the rest, higher and a little less deep, but still Jing Yuan's warm tone.]
[Dan Feng was just getting used to the sound of this Jing Yuan's gait - he was more light-footed than the Jing Yuan he knew, more cautious, if that was even possible - but he notices the difference. He doesn't know what it is, so he turns over on the mattress - wide awake, because he really can't sleep without Jing Yuan in the same room - but he's stopped by.
Jing Yuan can feel the way Dan Feng tenses all the way up, his tail stilling on the sheets, before the tip of it swishes. Wags? Help?]
You already know my sleeping habits? [He sounds like he's trying for annoyed but he just ends up nervous?] Where have you been?
[Great! An excuse for Dan Feng to try and squirm out of Jing Yuan's arms. His ears are already red; he is wholly unused to Jing Yuan being the one??? Touching him????]
Sort of. Jing Yuan just latches onto the end of his tail instead.
If Dan Feng looks, he'll find Jing Yuan's body has shifted to a feminine form -- an unfairly well-proportioned one at that. Around his neck is a thin gold chain with sun-shaped pendant of bloodred gemstone.]
It's this.
[He gestures to the necklace with the hand not currently hugging Dan Feng's tail to his ample chest. It glows, faintly, and...
...the mara in Dan Feng's mind, and all the Abundance in his body, shuts off like a light.]
[His braincells haven't even gotten past holy shit a woman??? when the switch happens, and for a moment, Dan Feng just stares at the pendant. Lifts his eyes at Jing Yuan, before he scrambles completely away, yanking his tail out of Jing Yuan's grip.
Dan Feng has never quite looked at him with this sort of terror, pupils fading from the poisonous gold of ginkgo to the original, fathomless azure.]
What... [He presses a hand over his chest.] What did you do?
[The instant Dan Feng pulls away, the mara starts to creep back in along the edges. He won't have much time to process that though, because Jing Yuan practically stumbles over himself in his frantic rush to get hold of him again.
If he can cling onto Dan Feng's arm, the wisps of Abundance will fade again.]
[He tries to pull away, but he freezes at Jing Yuan's words, at least, letting him cling. He inhales. Exhales. He hasn't been able to breathe without the ginkgo physically growing in his ribcage in several centuries. Hasn't been able to think so clearly even longer, unimpeded by the mental vertigo the Plagues Author suspended him in.
He can't even convey what it feels like so he just stares at Jing Yuan, blinking back tears.]
[With his transformation, Jing Yuan is now a scant few centimeters shorter than Dan Feng, which makes it all the easier to tuck his face against the dragon's shoulder. He's trembling slightly, overwhelmed by the relief of seeing the necklace work and the fear of Dan Feng being angry at him for using it.]
...The jewelry. I got it from the theatre. I can use it to suppress the influence of the Abundance for an hour or two, so long as we're in physical contact. I have to pay to recharge it between uses.
[Dan Feng knew firsthand what miraculous boons cost and he was not going to let Jing Yuan pay anything on his behalf.
He sounds halfway through a lecture, but he's already trying to hold Jing Yuan closer, tighter, tail curling around his waist, less in possession and more in the simple intimacy of an embrace between loved ones.]
This body is a payment. And a few small tasks. Nothing too unpleasant.
[He sounds preemptively petulant, fully expecting to be lectured. Still, he shifts from holding Dan Feng's arms to clinging to him fully -- even he hasn't really understood how badly he's needed to be held this way. Not even an Aeon could pry him lose now.]
[He chokes out, shifting them so that Dan Feng is sitting against the wealth of pillows and Jing Yuan is basically a tangle of limbs with him. He doesn't seem to be able to not cling, either, shifting back just enough so he can
Pinch Jing Yuan's cheek gently, exasperated. There is the feeling of he should be more angry, explosively angry, he should be hurting him so he remembers but there is nothing of that now except the well of love and gratitude and worry.]
You can either tell me the entirety of it now or later when I pry it out of you and likely to lock you in this room because I am upset. Your choice.
[He's helping so it's fine! He honestly doesn't even know why Dan Feng would get angry about this one, and that shows on his face.]
Buying required me to help other people with their objectives, share a memory, and take a potion to temporarily look like this. Recharging it should be only one such thing, though the details will vary.
Dan Heng & Yingxing helped me with everything, this time.
And what if more is demanded of you? What if - something else happens? Don't give me that look. I can already tell you'd do it again.
[Shaking him a little, but he's smiling helplessly. How could he not? Does he have any idea how good Dan Feng feels right now?]
I'm grateful for it, my dear, thank you. [That's the first time he's said anything even approaching sincere gratitude.] But I need you to think of yourself for once in your life, Yuan'er.
[The shaking earns a whiny groan, but seeing Dan Feng happy vastly outweighs any complaints he might have. Being treated kindly by him makes Jing Yuan want to burrow into his chest and stay there forever.]
I am thinking of myself. I wanted to see you this way. I want to spend time with Yingxing without my very presence causing him to suffer. Those are my own selfish desires.
[His face twists at the thought of a Yingxing who was not clouded by mara. Who was the same man who left him at Yaoshi's altar, the same man he'd lost everything for. He's not actually sure what he'd do if they meet like this, with both their sanity intact.]
If it also works on Yingxing, then... [He pauses. Angles Jing Yuan's face up with a finger, threading hands through his fluff of hair and kneading at his scalp.] Why are you here? You should be with him.
[Dan Feng takes that at face value, at least, relaxing just that little further at knowing he's had his fill of Yingxing.]
Well, I shall be in your care.
[He takes several moments marveling at Jing Yuan's hair, taking it out of its braid gently and efficiently, so he can work his hands down into the base of his neck, and then he realizes all at once that Jing Yuan is leaning against him on his lap and in his arms and he's very warm and--
He freezes. Wills himself to think about other things than the softness lying against him; a feat that he hasn't had to do in centuries, mostly because the mara was always a thing to think about.]
[Unfortunately for Dan Feng, the sound Jing Yuan makes at the hands on his neck is likely unhelpful. The same could be said of the way pink dusts his cheeks as he sees Dan Feng's troubled expression, or the smile that follows.
There are a thousand reasons he should never want to flirt with this man, but he's Jing Yuan and Dan Feng is in his right mind and he simply cannot help himself.]
I did not say I wanted anything. [But he's petting down the nape of Jing Yuan's neck, and his tail is still around Jing Yuan's waist. He's starting to flush red.] We should not do anything you may regret later, once my mara returns. And I do not want to risk infecting you.
[He wasn't sure it would go this way, but Jing Yuan will always be the type to cover his bases.
He's also the type to, should Dan Feng's tail allow, adjust to press his rather voluminous soft bits harder against him and lean up to attempt a kiss.]
[He doesn't even need to do anything, but there's no space between them for Dan Feng to hide the kick of his hips. But at least he manages to slide a hand between their mouths, covering Jing Yuan's treacherous lips with a palm.
His heart's pounding. Why is Jing Yuan moving like that? Moreover why is his tail uncurling and just draping possessively over the other man?]
Yuan'er, I have loved you for centuries, but I've never - we've never - I - [He makes a faint dying noise.]
[The effect of the endearment is as obvious as ever; Dan Feng has to physically close his eyes and inhale, before opening them, pupils dilating and focusing on Jing Yuan entirely.]
Don't think I don't know about the tawdry poetry you and Yingxing were bandying about. [He cups Jing Yuan's cheek, self-control rapidly fraying with the promise of I won't infect him, I won't....] I want to be gentle with you for once but you are making it very hard.
[Jing Yuan rests his face against Dan Feng's hand, looking back into his eyes with a myriad of conflicting emotions. There is, of course, a part of him that's afraid of Dan Feng even now -- a part that coils deep in his gut and tells him not to trust this no matter how much he wants it. But there's also desire, and hope, and a love as deep and wide as the ancestral sea itself.
Perhaps with sanity intact, it'll be easier to see why Jing Yuan keeps coming back even when he's been torn down and stomped on so much. He looks at Dan Feng like the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the cosmos. Like one might look at a god.]
Then don't be gentle. Either way, all I want is you.
[Even Dan Feng didn't look at the Plagues Author like that.
But perhaps Jing Yuan would notice how the same expression is reflected at him, without the edge of malice in it, before Dan Feng finally leans in and closes the gap between them.
It's a close-mouthed kiss. Dan Feng's trembling against him, a hand still in his hair, the other one blindly finding Jing Yuan's, trying to lace their fingers together.]
I'm scared. [Confessed, whispered against his mouth, as he presses a kiss against the corner of it. Against his cheek, on his mole, lingering on his forehead.] Can I just... can you lie down? In the pillows.
[That awkward kiss means more than a hundred more passionate ones. It feels like Dan Feng. Like the man who still lives behind the madness and the tragedy of both this version of him and the one back home. Jing Yuan softens at the feeling, closing his eyes to soak up the fragile affection contained in the brushes of Dan Feng's lips against his face.
He lets out a slow breath as their fingers tangle, then holds on tight as he obediently slides off of Dan Feng and onto his back. His unbound hair splays over the sheets like rushing waterfall, and his nervousness shows in the way his deep and shaky breaths make his chest rise and fall.]
You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere.
[He hesitates, and then settles between his legs, mindful of keeping his tail curled behind one of Jing Yuan's knees. They won't have time for what he wants but Dan Feng would take what he can get.
Dan Feng chances a look down Jing Yuan's chest and looks back up at his face, wetting his lips. He lifts a hand - fiddles with the hem of Jing Yuan's shirt.]
[The shirt in question is a light turtleneck, worn with loose knit pants. He dressed appropriately before taking the transformation potion -- in things that could handle the stretching and shrinking in various places. There are underwear, but no bra. It's much easier to unwrap than his usual layers.
If Dan Feng looks, though, he's going to find marks. Like "Jing Yuan fucked someone else an hour ago" levels of marks. He did a quick shower before coming back, but there's probably a faint smell of Blade, too.]
It won't be just this time. I'll bring you back again. I swear it.
This time is already so much more than I can ask of you, my dear.
[He's clear-headed enough to keep all the thoughts of life is unfair at the back of his head. He is not, however, clear-headed enough to stop the jolt of sheer possessiveness as he rucks the turtleneck up to Jing Yuan's armpits, over his chest-]
Hm. [He leans in, down, tucking his face into that delicate spot under Jing Yuan's ear as he hefts a heavy breast in a palm.] You've been playing.
[The hit of cool air when his shirt is pulled up is only a small factor in the way Jing Yuan shivers. The touch of Dan Feng's hand and the warmth of his breath make his body light up, and to be completely honest so does the hint of jealousy. It comes with a side of fear, of course -- Dan Feng's jealousy has been very painful for Jing Yuan lately -- but he's putting his faith in this more familiar version of the man.]
Yingxing got excited.
[He mutters softly, resting one hand on the back of Dan Feng's neck to keep him close.]
[Where he would have previously dug his claws sharp into soft flesh, marking his possessions violently, here Dan Feng's breath catches against Jing Yuan's neck, and he takes an earlobe into his mouth, laving at the sensitive skin.]
Terrible man. [His jealousy then, seems to manifest in punishing Jing Yuan with pleasure instead, his hands groping more and more confidently at Jing Yuan's chest, roaming the wealth of skin. He drops his hips to rock against Jing Yuan's, the bulge of him already apparent.] Come to me first, next time, so I might write my displeasure at him on your skin.
[This isn't the first time, but Jing Yuan is far from used to this body. Dan Feng's hands travel over flesh that wasn't there a few hours ago, and it draws out soft, almost startled gasps with every little spark of sensation. He tangles one hand in the back of Dan Feng's hair, while the other slides down his back to rub at the base of his tail.
He's too enamoured to get fussy at being used as letter paper, but he still shoots a bit of sass.]
You're both terrible men. And yet I am bound to love you.
I feel like I must lecture you on your taste in men.
[Dan Feng huffs against his jaw, and he pulls back just enough to smile at Jing Yuan. He means this to be teasing, but it's kind of hard when he goes a little cross-eyed whenever Jing Yuan rubs his tail a particular way.]
You- you are doing that on purpose. [He flicks at a nipple, petulant, even as he arches back to press into that hand.] Must you rile me up so?
[Jing Yuan can't help the indignant little noise when Dan Feng flicks him. How rude. His vengeance comes in the form of nails digging into the skin right where the scales begin -- not too hard, but he's deliberately targeting what he knows is a sensitive spot.]
[He braces himself up on his elbows, caging Jing Yuan against the sheets. He has that familiar look of a predator on him- this was what he was, under all of the splendor of the Abundance. A dragon whose avarice that ran so deep it destroyed the foundation of a planet.]
I have wanted you wholly for centuries and even though I am free of THEM the urge to devour you still remains.
Shameless. [He clicks his tongue- lifts a hand to pinch his cheek.] If you can't walk tomorrow that will be your own fault.
[He leans in like he's going to kiss Jing Yuan- but he ducks down, instead, to press a kiss between his breasts- to suck bruises into them, taking special care to linger longer, teeth harder over the marks he finds.]
[His comment is cut off with a sharp gasp as Dan Feng bites down over an existing bruise. It hurts, but Jing Yuan isn't complaining -- with trust, he likes it that way. It'll heal. It's worth it to feel so very wanted.]
[Jing Yuan's pants slide off, and his already-damp underwear with them, revealing marked-up thighs and the flushed slickness between them. He feels a little silly with only his shirt partially still on, and self-consciously pulls it the rest of the way over his head.
Then, with hunger tinged around the edges with nervousness, he meets Dan Feng's eyes.]
[Isn't that sad? That he would have to request that, that it wasn't obvious in every touch or word or...
He braces himself over Jing Yuan with one elbow, fingers light against the inside of his thigh, knuckles ghosting against where he's slick. His hair falls over his shoulders, curtaining them off from the world, as Dan Feng finally leans down, and in, to kiss Jing Yuan properly, licking into him with a possessive hunger that mara would not be able to take from him.]
Wherever Dan Feng is sleeping-- maybe he's sleeping strangely deeply for once-- he might be surprised to find something warm climbing in next to him. It's a familiar scent (thought the undercurrent scent, faded with washing, of Another Dragon is probably undeniable to his nose).
[Dan Feng has only been truly a deep sleeper in this godforsaken court - borne of being able to finally sleep with Jing Yuan, or curled up with Dan Heng.
Neither of them are there when he's found in his nest, and he's sleeping curled up quite tightly, holding his tail with his face buried in the fluff of it.
He's still asleep when he reaches out towards this mysterious warmth- and he's also still asleep when he rolls over to grab at it with all of his limbs, tail included, like a wandering, heat-starved octopus.]
She lets this happen for a moment. she is trying very very hard to be Tolerant. But it's only a few seconds before she grabs his hand and removes it from her tit. ]
[He likes her too much to pretend he isn't capable of going from dead asleep to full wakefulness instantly, so he just gathers her up tightly in his arms, her back to his front, his hands skimming her ribs.]
[ Veeeeeery flustered, her wings poofing up, but she only goes a little tense in his arms. Her fingers stay curled against his wrist-- not restricting, but wary.
Curled into her like this the fresh blood from her new piercing is probably the strongest scent but, well. ]
[ She makes a strangled noise that is definitely for sure disgust and nothing else, hunching her shoulders and trying to curl up into a ball, her wings fluffed to maximum alarmed poof.
It does not heal. Actually, being irritated, it sluggishly starts to bleed again. ]
[Wait, that wasn't the point. Dan Feng was already halfway to nipping his way down her ear to the fleshy arc of the wing under it to- wait.]
This usually works... [Yes he has taken her ear into his mouth again, one hand bracing itself over her collarbone and trying to stop her from curling away.]
[ the strangled noise of confusion comes easily as he mouths at her ear again, her face beet red-- not to mention the objectives triggering and immediately flushing her through with warmth.
The pain isn't even so bad, truly-- just sharp and aching, in a way that's almost nice, with his cool saliva over it exposed to the air. ] ]
Do not call me that! The only reason I slept with her was to get out of that room and-- because you cannot be kind to me for one night! Can you listen to me for one minute!
[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
[ She exhales, slowly, and pushes herself back up to sit, out from under the cage of his body--
-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
[ tail... reaches down to pet it. She's trying very, very hard to be calm and casual about this, but her heart is pounding against her chest even so. ]
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
[ This is nice, somehow-- not something she expects to last, something that she feels is going to snap as quickly as it was given to her, but the desire to be held surges strongly enough that she's taken by surprise by the feeling. She shivers a bit, at the claws, but just curls an arm over his neck, so she can bury her face in his mane, and hold him back. ]
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
[ She turns her head to look at it-- then blinks, brows raised. ]
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
[Like this, in the form he shares with his progenitor, Dan Feng seems - more, in all ways. His pleased rumbles are louder, muscle rippling under his scales and her hands more expressively. He can - and does - ensconce her more completely, like a living nest.]
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
[Wait how did she know he was wondering about those giant rolling brushes and how they would feel if he went through them....
How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
So was I. But you must carve out time to dream. Come now, what was the first thing that came to mind?
[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
[It's- different, like this. A slow slide into pleasure, instead of tumbling into it headlong; Dan Feng isn't all that practiced with it, but there is a great satisfaction, too, in stoking embers to life than setting things on fire.]
Yes? Perhaps a swan--
[The claws on her back moves upwards, into the join of feather and skin, more deliberate now, spanning the root of both wings. A coil curls over her legs, between them, while he licks up the line of her neck from collarbone to ear.]
[ even slow and careful the nerves light up with anxiety under his touches, evident in the rabbit-quick thump of her pulse in her neck as his tongue passes over it. Her objectives are doing a bit of heavy lifting, in this case-- her mind is full of teeth but her body can't commit to the fear, already flooded with tingling warmth and the edge of desire.
There's clear hesitation as that coil tries to squeeze between her legs but after a moment... she allows it, her back curving against the prickle of nails under her feathers. There's a beat where she doesn't move at all, frozen by the sensation, before one of her hands carefully-- subtly-- slides down along the belly scales, searching. ]
[She'll be able to find what she's looking for soon enough - the scales go from warm to hot, swollen, the scent of brine wafting...]
Like you?
[He laughs, but less with the edge of malice and more with teasing, his movements still slow as he nuzzles against her cheek. He tries to part her legs just enough to press against the apex of them, but the way his tongue slides down her cleavage is very obvious with his want.]
I obviously cannot undress you so do it yourself. [See!! He is holding himself back from ripping her clothes off!! He is learning!!!]
[He rumbles pleasantly around her when she finds his vent, and with the way he's curled up on and around her, it's impossible to miss the way he stiffens briefly at her request.]
That seems one-sided. [His tone is cautious, as he curls a little further so he can look at her askance. It seems like she isn't the only vulnerable one here.] You think you can please me?
... I'd... like to try. You didn't... finish, the last time.
[ She pauses, with her fingers comfortably curled into the entrance of his vent, not trying to push further. She loosens her other arm a bit so he can shift his head more easily, but instead threads her fingers into his mane again. ]
[Maybe that's a little too honest, but sex was something he used rather than something he did. He rocks into her hand gently, curiously almost, blinking slowly at what was happening here what.
His head rolls in her grip at an unnatural angle, stopped by her hand, as he twitches. A spasm in all his coils. The mara doesn't like someone else holding him open.]
[ his head is simply to big to hide under all that. But she does pause, to consider this behaviour-- perhaps incorrectly assumes it to be disdain, at first-- but slowly realizes this is. embarrassment...???
She's still, for a while, just letting him settle and feeling the way he coils about her, before she shifts her hand again, rubbing her thumb along the slit of his vent before pressing her fingers (or. hand.) in again. More deeply, this time-- she does remember that there's quite some space in there, to fit both of those cocks. ]
[There's plenty of space in there - she'll be able to get her arm in up nearly to the elbow before hitting the back of his vent, and she'll be able to wring out some particularly wrought noises from Dan Feng if she does. He's not able to modulate himself well in this form.]
Nngh. [You know what, he's going to duck behind her back to hide his face how about that.] I'm not fragile.
[ She smooths her hand over his head as he moves it, before taking that hand back to curl around the coil of his body-- for support, as she presses her arm in. That noise is nice, the warmth of his body is nice, the grip of the muscle... She takes her time, pressing the curled knuckles lazily into the flesh, mostly just exploring him with her touch, feeling up along the length of his dicks hidden within him, carefully guiding him out (or partially so, anyway). She did this before too, sure, but she's a bit less lust-addled this time, her touches less aimless, the movement of her arm a little bit more purposeful, experimental thrusts.
She does slow again though, once the tips of him as actually in view. Mostly because she's doing some pretty intense girl math right now and fighting with the mortification of do you seriously really want to do that in her mind before she pulls her hand back. And carefully, gently, leans down to put her lips over him. ]
[At least in this size, a cock of his is manageable for her size with some determination and elbow grease, but he has two of them, flushed dark with flat tips, not to mention the ridges...]
Gghk. [This is probably the most undignified noise she's heard from him so far, and he's thrown literal tantrums in her ship's cockpit.
He tastes like what deep sea smells like, and his coils curl around her further as his head basically flops somewhere at her hip.] V-Valencia.
Brine is not actually that pleasant a taste, all things considered, but it isn't strange or alarming-- and she's used to the smell, if nothing else, from Dan Feng as it is. She's slow and cautious about it, though, just rubbing the flat of her tongue along the flat tip of his cock, pulling back with a gentle suck as he says her name.
The keeps her hand within his vent, though, just gently massaging the hidden base of him with her fingers. ]
[He sounds less derisive and more breathlessly confused at how she can say it's bad when he's having trouble stringing words together. Some part of him finds it galling that an Emanator is being so easily taken in hand (metaphorically and literally) but another, more vocal part of him wants more.]
It's not fishing for compliments, it's making sure you're okay.
[ Sir. please. But he said to keep going so-- clearly he did like it. Maybe he was just... talking, because it felt good? She can't say she dislikes the feeling of hearing her name, when she does this.
She hesitates, for just a moment, before bowing her head over him again-- to shift her hand to let his cock escape some more, rubbing her thumb over the ridges, and pressing her lips to the wet tip. She takes it between her lips again after a moment, repeating the earlier motion; the curious-but-inexperienced rub of the flat of her tongue, the careful sucking as she pulls up, moving in a cautious bob.
She's quite aware he has too, though, so of course after a moment she'll shift to the other one; no sense in leaving it neglected. She keeps careful ear on his noises, the feel of his body surrounding her as well-- does he seem to like one thing over another? Does the suck get the better reaction, or her tongue? Maybe if she curls her fingers tighter around the shaft...? ]
[She'll find that what he likes is a rougher hand, the scrape of teeth - at least, in this form. He groans when she twists her wrist, and sooner rather than later he's curling around again, so he can look at what she's doing.]
You are incredible. [He pants, pure want and no malice at all. The coils slide hot over, between her legs...] I- do you think you can take either of me?
[ w. wait. she didn't expect actual praise. she looks up at him, completely flushed red-- she already WAS blushing, but this is a lot-- and finally pulls off of his cock with a gasp. (it's lucky the slight touch of teeth isn't an instant mood killer-- he's large enough that it's sometimes a bit unavoidable at an angle, and she's. doing her best. it's not the greatest.)
She slowly draws her hand from his vent, carefully coaxing his cocks out so she can give them an uncertain eye. Considers what she'd done with Linnea, and how that ended up. If she could take her then surely... Perhaps it's the objectives coursing hot through her, or maybe it's just the sudden desire making her eyes bigger than her pussy. Or maybe she actually can and she's just nervous, but what's new.
She considers quietly for a beat, her thighs squeezing just slightly together against the rubbing scales of his length. ]
[There's a pause. There's the fraught tension of want from a creature that was used to taking and never asking, Dan Feng looking at her like a piece of meat to be devoured.
And then he dips his head, leaning in to nose against the line of her jaw, into her hair. Inhaling- scenting her, the warm, wet of his tongue pressing against her pulse.]
We can go slowly. [He drifts back so he can look her in the eyes.] I want to savor you.
[ She stares at him, wide-eyed and flushed and confused because-- seriously. Who ARE you. Sure, back on the ship there'd been little flashes of kindness, here and there, brushed aside like crumbs, but this was certainly more genuinely forward than Dan Feng ever was.
(She wonders, distantly, if it's just a trick, and once he's in her he'll lose his mind the same way he did in the baths, blind and deaf to anything but desire and lust. Does she care, right now?)
She can only hold his gaze for a moment before she looks away, embarrassed, and reaches forward with both hands to curve under his jaw. It's affectionate, almost, the way she draws his face forward, so she can hide her own against his muzzle, and try to ignore the shudder of wanting that ripples through her and sets her wings into an unconscious little flutter. ]
[He rumbles a laugh, enjoying the look of confusion on her face, the way she's opening up to him, vulnerable-
Dan Feng nudges at her cheek- finally licking at her mouth. Gentle, but possessive. He could open his mouth and crush her skull and while that may be appealing any other day now he's more interested in being inside her in every way.]
[ ... Well. This is fine. This was the one thing they did last time that wasn't effectively coated in an overshadowing of mara. Her lips thin a bit, unconsciously keeping them together as he licks her. But it's fine, it's lovely-- a kiss has never steered her wrong, not so far. And it would be a terrible lie to say she didn't like it, even like this.
She exhales a bit, tilting her head to press her lips to his muzzle once he draws his tongue back and-- if he appeals to her again with another lick-- opening her mouth for him. ]
BECAUSE HE ALSO CALLED ME CUTE THE FIRST TIME WE MET HAVE YOU EVER MET SUCH AN IMPUDENT CREATURE CAN YOU IMAGINE CALLING IMBI BITORRR LUNAE CUTE i suupppseo youre very cute and small i want to fit you inside BBUT YINGXING IS ANNNNNNNNOSYING . INCREDIBYL !! HE IS THEA FIRST MAN IVE EVERWANT ED TO PUNCH ASIDE FROM TAORAN BUT YOU UNDERSTAND ME RIGHT HENEGER???? ??????????
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A day or three after day 1
It's still moist from the marsh mud it was dug out from, but it's quite lively looking, with a few young purple-blue buds yet to bloom.
No he did not spend money to buy a plant, just the pot. He figured finding one locally would better ensure it handles the climate here. A little note with precise handwriting is attached.]
I believe this is something like a Marshland Iris, though I cannot be sure of the exact species. They're hardy and grow quickly as long as given plenty of water.
late night 14/15
Point is. About 1am the night of the Big Drama, Jing Yuan sends Dan Feng a text.]
On the way back. Did you eat?
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if youre poisissoning something can it be sweet at least
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[He's too emotionally drained to try to convince Dan Feng there's no poison involved, so he just plays along for now.]
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[He'll come back to the painfully domestic sight of Dan Feng folding clothes, back to the door.]
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There is no violence. No shouting. No slinking along with his back to the wall. He just breaths in Dan Feng's scent as if their intimacy is easy and not a nightmare of blood and teeth.
He also pokes him in the cheek with the twinkie.]
Eat.
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HIs shoulders go very tense when Jing Yuan drapes over him, and they don't relax even when he takes the food. He's holding it a little like a grenade that's about to explode.]
In the morning. I don't want to throw up and die in bed. [A pause.] Welcome home.
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[He doesn't move when Dan Feng takes the food. He just stands there all warm and solid and holding just a little too tight.]
I know better than to lash out at you.
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[He says this matter-of-factly, like it's a given he's going to die in the near future. Whatever. He moves to fold the bar back into its wrapping. He's hungry, yes, but he also does not believe Jing Yuan.]
Heng'er should be back soon, too.
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[You're not allowed to forget that, sir!!
Also since Dan Feng is being an ass and Jing Yuan is currently spiraling towards nihility, he snags the twinkie back and takes a great big bite of it.]
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[He gasps, and turns around to smush Jing Yuan's face between his palms.]
Spit it out!
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He also tries to shove the other half into Dan Feng's mouth while he's complaining.
...and his breath definitely smells of alcohol.]
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You - [He frowns. Fists a hand in Jing Yuan's collar to try and make him bend down.] Have you been drinking?
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[Surely theres no problem with this course of action!]
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He lets him go. It's becoming harder and harder not to vibrate out of his skin from the anticipation of Jing Yuan's next act of defiance.]
I'll get you some water. Change into your sleep clothes.
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[He does, however, flop on the bed. Still fully clothed, including shoes, because drunk and depressed.]
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He's not very good at hiding the annoyance either, brows drawing down as he comes closer.]
Shoes off, are you a barbarian?
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[He doesn't actually believe that, but he feels like one, and he's been treated like one, and he's spiteful and inebriated enough to say it.]
There is no need for manners in a mere object.
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Don't be intentionally moronic.
[Before he crouches down to start taking his stupid shoes off.]
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[It's YOUR FAULT, Dan Feng!!! Jing Yuan dares to roll his eyes, and then continues to be a pain by going limp and letting Dan Feng take his shoes off.]
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[He can enjoy the look of outrage at the eye roll, and Dan Feng's slight struggle with taking off his shoes. Why won't you cooperate.]
You broke so easily it's laughable.
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[Dan Feng can scold him and mock him all he wants. Jing Yuan has chosen not to care, beyond the bitter satisfaction of seeing Dan Feng so unsatisfied with the result he asked for.]
If I am not permitted to be a person, I must become either a doll or a monster. So sorry my choice has disappointed you.
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This is not how you are supposed to be. You should not be so compliant.
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[Jing Yuan looks up at him with an empty expression. What's the point of being frustrated when there's no way to satisfy the man and no chance of reaching him?]
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His chest clenches painfully, and his dead-eyed facade crumbles in favour of heartbreak.]
...I can't.
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[He's seen that heartbreak thousands of times and it was always the prelude to violence, but Jing Yuan doesn't seem like he's moving to hurt Dan Feng. Why isn't he? What's going on?]
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[Dan Feng may not accept that, but Jing Yuan has no room to talk when he can no more bear to turn on this Dan Feng than on his own, even after all this suffering.]
I am not one of the Reignbow's chosen. I do not know if even that power could grant your death, but if I had it I still wouldn't try.
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[There's a new expression on his face -- discomfort, bordering on fear, that even like this he would not be inflicted with the retribution he so deserved. That there would be nothing to assuage the guilt of it all.]
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[He winces slightly as he says it, visibly expecting it to earn him another violent punishment. He's terrified, and yet he hates that look on Dan Feng's face too much to flee. Instead he just places a gentle hand on Dan Feng's cheek.]
You can consider my refusal your punishment, Feng-ge. Until you bring mara onto me, I will not give you another.
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He can't help it. He turns his face into Jing Yuan's hand, trying and miserably failing to not start crying. He pulls back immediately, stumbling back, because his tears are infectious too.]
I don't- I would never - I wouldn't bring mara onto you, I wouldn't -
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A miserable little thought worms its way through his mind, whispering how much easier it would be to simply let his mind slip away and end this particular suffering. But the agony of retaining awareness the way his friends have is too much to gamble on. And besides -- he may want to die, but he still wants it to be on his terms.
He wipes his hand as well, and watches Dan Feng with a blatantly confused expression.]
Isn't that what you've been trying to do this whole time?
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No? All these years I have hunted you and you never wavered. I would know if the mara has blossomed and you are too strong for it to take your mind like that-
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[Despite his efforts to stay his emotion, his voice cracks on that one as the frustration bubbles up from under the placid surface.]
I have destroyed that which I love with my own hands! I am a wanted criminal, rejected by the Xianzhou Alliance! I have been alone, waiting to die, for half my life!
[And now they're both crying like big babies. Jing Yuan gestures clumsily as he tries to explain through the alcohol and the sharp pain in his chest, and compared to that other version of himself, he looks as fragile as he feels.]
I am not strong enough to bear what that man does, Dan Feng. Every time you touch me I wonder if this is when I'll lose myself. Why is that so hard for you to understand!?
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You are. You are strong. You are still alive because of your convictions, in spite of what has happened, both by your hand or not. I am only alive because of the Plagues Author's blessing.
[He doesn't know what to do with a Jing Yuan who was fragile, who had not grown to match Dan Feng blow for blow in every way.]
You are stronger than me in all the ways that matter.
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It's miserable. He sighs, too emotionally exhausted to keep yelling, and instead just crumples with face in hands.]
No. I'm not. I am alive because of-- of guilt and obligations I must carry. And the more you pick me apart, the less I want to keep carrying them.
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But I don't want you to stop. I want you to live.
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[THEREFORE, that is the only option. See he is using logic.]
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You could try shutting up and letting me decide what happens to me, first of all.
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Then you must accept that there will be times when you need to strike me down. I may agree with you now but I will not be able to recognize you later.
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Putting Dan Feng down, though... Even temporarily, that's a nightmare. But he understands this is already all the concessions he can be given. Jing Yuan has to bear his part of it, too.]
...I understand.
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The- [He cants his head.] The horn. The broken one. If you aim for it correctly it can render me immobile.
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[He doesn't want to think about it too much. He's had enough terror and flashbacks for one day. He stretches, sighs, and flops back over rather than deal with it. The look on Dan Feng's face is worrying though, so he tentatively reaches out to poke his knee.]
Come and sleep?
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I will get you some water first. How much did you have to drink?
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Enough to be able to have this conversation.
[It was enough to make him Actually Drunk but not enough to get him Wasted. He can't remember the numbers and he doesn't care.]
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...was it good alcohol at least? [He crouches down and holds the glass out.]
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[He squints at the glass for a moment, unwilling to sit back up to drink it but aware that he really needs it. Eventually he half-sits, just enough to take it, chug the whole thing, and hand it back.]
...Especially not if I want my sword.
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He vaguely knows this is not the right time to ask but Dan Feng has no impulse control so he asks anyway.]
Why not ask for your glaive?
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[He says it in a matter-of-fact tone, but he doesnt look at Dan Feng when he does. The shame will surely eat him alive if he acknowledges it.]
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[There's a pause where he sits somewhere near Jing Yuan's ankles.]
Did you not like it?
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[He lays back down and rolls over, back to Dan Feng and a pillow held tight in his arms.]
...I used it the night I betrayed my Dan Feng. Even seeing it sends me back to that moment.
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[There is an ominous pause, where even the air seems to go very still, before Dan Feng speaks again.]
What kind of sword do you use now? Did you also name it after a poem?
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It's a Zhuming blade I found in a night market shortly after my escape. I think... it most likely isn't one of his, but it feels like it could be. I haven't named it.
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[Buried in his gut or chest or wherever he isn't picky. The mattress behind Jing Yuan dips as Dan Feng crawls into the warm space he'd left behind.
It doesn't seem like he will actually bring up that grievous betrayal. Instead, his tail flops cool over Jing Yuan's waist.]
Day 18 2am
His arms are slightly more slender than they were just earlier in the day, and there's substantially more soft flesh pressing against Dan Feng's back.]
Still awake?
[The voice is, in fitting with the rest, higher and a little less deep, but still Jing Yuan's warm tone.]
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Jing Yuan can feel the way Dan Feng tenses all the way up, his tail stilling on the sheets, before the tip of it swishes. Wags? Help?]
You already know my sleeping habits? [He sounds like he's trying for annoyed but he just ends up nervous?] Where have you been?
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[Not untrue.]
I got you something.
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What is it?
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Sort of. Jing Yuan just latches onto the end of his tail instead.
If Dan Feng looks, he'll find Jing Yuan's body has shifted to a feminine form -- an unfairly well-proportioned one at that. Around his neck is a thin gold chain with sun-shaped pendant of bloodred gemstone.]
It's this.
[He gestures to the necklace with the hand not currently hugging Dan Feng's tail to his ample chest. It glows, faintly, and...
...the mara in Dan Feng's mind, and all the Abundance in his body, shuts off like a light.]
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Dan Feng has never quite looked at him with this sort of terror, pupils fading from the poisonous gold of ginkgo to the original, fathomless azure.]
What... [He presses a hand over his chest.] What did you do?
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[The instant Dan Feng pulls away, the mara starts to creep back in along the edges. He won't have much time to process that though, because Jing Yuan practically stumbles over himself in his frantic rush to get hold of him again.
If he can cling onto Dan Feng's arm, the wisps of Abundance will fade again.]
Don't move! It only works if I'm touching you!
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He can't even convey what it feels like so he just stares at Jing Yuan, blinking back tears.]
What, exactly, is it?
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...The jewelry. I got it from the theatre. I can use it to suppress the influence of the Abundance for an hour or two, so long as we're in physical contact. I have to pay to recharge it between uses.
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[Dan Feng knew firsthand what miraculous boons cost and he was not going to let Jing Yuan pay anything on his behalf.
He sounds halfway through a lecture, but he's already trying to hold Jing Yuan closer, tighter, tail curling around his waist, less in possession and more in the simple intimacy of an embrace between loved ones.]
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[He sounds preemptively petulant, fully expecting to be lectured. Still, he shifts from holding Dan Feng's arms to clinging to him fully -- even he hasn't really understood how badly he's needed to be held this way. Not even an Aeon could pry him lose now.]
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[He chokes out, shifting them so that Dan Feng is sitting against the wealth of pillows and Jing Yuan is basically a tangle of limbs with him. He doesn't seem to be able to not cling, either, shifting back just enough so he can
Pinch Jing Yuan's cheek gently, exasperated. There is the feeling of he should be more angry, explosively angry, he should be hurting him so he remembers but there is nothing of that now except the well of love and gratitude and worry.]
You can either tell me the entirety of it now or later when I pry it out of you and likely to lock you in this room because I am upset. Your choice.
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[He's helping so it's fine! He honestly doesn't even know why Dan Feng would get angry about this one, and that shows on his face.]
Buying required me to help other people with their objectives, share a memory, and take a potion to temporarily look like this. Recharging it should be only one such thing, though the details will vary.
Dan Heng & Yingxing helped me with everything, this time.
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[Shaking him a little, but he's smiling helplessly. How could he not? Does he have any idea how good Dan Feng feels right now?]
I'm grateful for it, my dear, thank you. [That's the first time he's said anything even approaching sincere gratitude.] But I need you to think of yourself for once in your life, Yuan'er.
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I am thinking of myself. I wanted to see you this way. I want to spend time with Yingxing without my very presence causing him to suffer. Those are my own selfish desires.
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If it also works on Yingxing, then... [He pauses. Angles Jing Yuan's face up with a finger, threading hands through his fluff of hair and kneading at his scalp.] Why are you here? You should be with him.
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[But whether he ran off with the necklace as soon as he got it or has already recharged it once is a mystery of that unfinished thread.
Regardless, he leans into Dan Feng's hands like a content cat, relishing the comfort of that affection.]
I want to be with you now.
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Well, I shall be in your care.
[He takes several moments marveling at Jing Yuan's hair, taking it out of its braid gently and efficiently, so he can work his hands down into the base of his neck, and then he realizes all at once that Jing Yuan is leaning against him on his lap and in his arms and he's very warm and--
He freezes. Wills himself to think about other things than the softness lying against him; a feat that he hasn't had to do in centuries, mostly because the mara was always a thing to think about.]
If you- want to doze off...?
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There are a thousand reasons he should never want to flirt with this man, but he's Jing Yuan and Dan Feng is in his right mind and he simply cannot help himself.]
You don't look like you want to.
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I did not say I wanted anything. [But he's petting down the nape of Jing Yuan's neck, and his tail is still around Jing Yuan's waist. He's starting to flush red.] We should not do anything you may regret later, once my mara returns. And I do not want to risk infecting you.
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[He wasn't sure it would go this way, but Jing Yuan will always be the type to cover his bases.
He's also the type to, should Dan Feng's tail allow, adjust to press his rather voluminous soft bits harder against him and lean up to attempt a kiss.]
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His heart's pounding. Why is Jing Yuan moving like that? Moreover why is his tail uncurling and just draping possessively over the other man?]
Yuan'er, I have loved you for centuries, but I've never - we've never - I - [He makes a faint dying noise.]
Re: Day 18 2am
Better nip Dan Feng's hand about it -- while adjusting so Dan Feng's hips are between his knees.]
In my world, I've had you hundreds of times. Do you not trust me?
Re: Day 18 2am
I trust you with my life, with or without the Abundance, but I - I wanted. Is this not supposed to be romantic?
Re: Day 18 2am
[He has no regrets. Those faces are worth any potential consequences when the necklace stops working.]
Re: Day 18 2am
Don't think I don't know about the tawdry poetry you and Yingxing were bandying about. [He cups Jing Yuan's cheek, self-control rapidly fraying with the promise of I won't infect him, I won't....] I want to be gentle with you for once but you are making it very hard.
Re: Day 18 2am
Perhaps with sanity intact, it'll be easier to see why Jing Yuan keeps coming back even when he's been torn down and stomped on so much. He looks at Dan Feng like the most wonderful and most terrible thing in the cosmos. Like one might look at a god.]
Then don't be gentle. Either way, all I want is you.
Re: Day 18 2am
But perhaps Jing Yuan would notice how the same expression is reflected at him, without the edge of malice in it, before Dan Feng finally leans in and closes the gap between them.
It's a close-mouthed kiss. Dan Feng's trembling against him, a hand still in his hair, the other one blindly finding Jing Yuan's, trying to lace their fingers together.]
I'm scared. [Confessed, whispered against his mouth, as he presses a kiss against the corner of it. Against his cheek, on his mole, lingering on his forehead.] Can I just... can you lie down? In the pillows.
Re: Day 18 2am
He lets out a slow breath as their fingers tangle, then holds on tight as he obediently slides off of Dan Feng and onto his back. His unbound hair splays over the sheets like rushing waterfall, and his nervousness shows in the way his deep and shaky breaths make his chest rise and fall.]
You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going anywhere.
Re: Day 18 2am
[He hesitates, and then settles between his legs, mindful of keeping his tail curled behind one of Jing Yuan's knees. They won't have time for what he wants but Dan Feng would take what he can get.
Dan Feng chances a look down Jing Yuan's chest and looks back up at his face, wetting his lips. He lifts a hand - fiddles with the hem of Jing Yuan's shirt.]
Can I touch you?
Re: Day 18 2am
[The shirt in question is a light turtleneck, worn with loose knit pants. He dressed appropriately before taking the transformation potion -- in things that could handle the stretching and shrinking in various places. There are underwear, but no bra. It's much easier to unwrap than his usual layers.
If Dan Feng looks, though, he's going to find marks. Like "Jing Yuan fucked someone else an hour ago" levels of marks. He did a quick shower before coming back, but there's probably a faint smell of Blade, too.]
It won't be just this time. I'll bring you back again. I swear it.
Re: Day 18 2am
[He's clear-headed enough to keep all the thoughts of life is unfair at the back of his head. He is not, however, clear-headed enough to stop the jolt of sheer possessiveness as he rucks the turtleneck up to Jing Yuan's armpits, over his chest-]
Hm. [He leans in, down, tucking his face into that delicate spot under Jing Yuan's ear as he hefts a heavy breast in a palm.] You've been playing.
Re: Day 18 2am
Yingxing got excited.
[He mutters softly, resting one hand on the back of Dan Feng's neck to keep him close.]
Re: Day 18 2am
Terrible man. [His jealousy then, seems to manifest in punishing Jing Yuan with pleasure instead, his hands groping more and more confidently at Jing Yuan's chest, roaming the wealth of skin. He drops his hips to rock against Jing Yuan's, the bulge of him already apparent.] Come to me first, next time, so I might write my displeasure at him on your skin.
Re: Day 18 2am
He's too enamoured to get fussy at being used as letter paper, but he still shoots a bit of sass.]
You're both terrible men. And yet I am bound to love you.
Re: Day 18 2am
[Dan Feng huffs against his jaw, and he pulls back just enough to smile at Jing Yuan. He means this to be teasing, but it's kind of hard when he goes a little cross-eyed whenever Jing Yuan rubs his tail a particular way.]
You- you are doing that on purpose. [He flicks at a nipple, petulant, even as he arches back to press into that hand.] Must you rile me up so?
Re: Day 18 2am
Should this not be mutually pleasurable?
Re: Day 18 2am
[He braces himself up on his elbows, caging Jing Yuan against the sheets. He has that familiar look of a predator on him- this was what he was, under all of the splendor of the Abundance. A dragon whose avarice that ran so deep it destroyed the foundation of a planet.]
I have wanted you wholly for centuries and even though I am free of THEM the urge to devour you still remains.
Re: Day 18 2am
[He likes to be overwhelmed and treated roughly. That's why he already teased Blade into treating him as a chew toy--
Which is to say there's not a hint of shame on his face.]
Re: Day 18 2am
[He leans in like he's going to kiss Jing Yuan- but he ducks down, instead, to press a kiss between his breasts- to suck bruises into them, taking special care to linger longer, teeth harder over the marks he finds.]
Re: Day 18 2am
[His comment is cut off with a sharp gasp as Dan Feng bites down over an existing bruise. It hurts, but Jing Yuan isn't complaining -- with trust, he likes it that way. It'll heal. It's worth it to feel so very wanted.]
B-But... I will just make you carry me...
Re: Day 18 2am
[The word's pressed by a smile against Jing Yuan's navel, as Dan Feng curls fingers into his waistband, tugging his clothes off.]
But I would. [It's nice to pretend Dan Feng might not be wholly out of his mind tomorrow.] What else what you have me do?
Re: Day 18 2am
Then, with hunger tinged around the edges with nervousness, he meets Dan Feng's eyes.]
Make me feel like you love me.
Re: Day 18 2am
He braces himself over Jing Yuan with one elbow, fingers light against the inside of his thigh, knuckles ghosting against where he's slick. His hair falls over his shoulders, curtaining them off from the world, as Dan Feng finally leans down, and in, to kiss Jing Yuan properly, licking into him with a possessive hunger that mara would not be able to take from him.]
Night 22/ early morning 23
Wherever Dan Feng is sleeping-- maybe he's sleeping strangely deeply for once-- he might be surprised to find something warm climbing in next to him. It's a familiar scent (thought the undercurrent scent, faded with washing, of Another Dragon is probably undeniable to his nose).
A hand touches his hair, in any case. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Neither of them are there when he's found in his nest, and he's sleeping curled up quite tightly, holding his tail with his face buried in the fluff of it.
He's still asleep when he reaches out towards this mysterious warmth- and he's also still asleep when he rolls over to grab at it with all of his limbs, tail included, like a wandering, heat-starved octopus.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She tenses a little when he latches onto her but just takes a deep breath, and slowly settles in next to him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
But she'll be able to tell when he half-wakes, his breathing changing, and of course, the hand wandering immediately up into a tit.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
...
She lets this happen for a moment. she is trying very very hard to be Tolerant. But it's only a few seconds before she grabs his hand and removes it from her tit. ]
Dan Feng.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Am I dreaming?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Curled into her like this the fresh blood from her new piercing is probably the strongest scent but, well. ]
N-no, but-- just. Wait a second.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[His tail curls around one of her knees, and he noses against that ear, smelling of blood, and red with irritation, and-
Well, what else is he supposed to do but to lick right over the fresh piercing?]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
-- That's gross. Do you not have any self control at all? I came here to try to be nice to you and you're doing this.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Wait it isn't healing. Dan Feng makes a discontented noise and laves at the shell of her ear again, even taking the edge of it into his mouth.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
It does not heal. Actually, being irritated, it sluggishly starts to bleed again. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Wait, that wasn't the point. Dan Feng was already halfway to nipping his way down her ear to the fleshy arc of the wing under it to- wait.]
This usually works... [Yes he has taken her ear into his mouth again, one hand bracing itself over her collarbone and trying to stop her from curling away.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ the strangled noise of confusion comes easily as he mouths at her ear again, her face beet red-- not to mention the objectives triggering and immediately flushing her through with warmth.
The pain isn't even so bad, truly-- just sharp and aching, in a way that's almost nice, with his cool saliva over it exposed to the air. ] ]
W-what are you doing.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He murmurs, nosing into the back of her ear, where it all smelled of her and the Stellaron and. He goes still.]
Why do you smell of another?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ pauses... is this a trap... ]
... Linnea pierced my ear, just today?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He's immediately trying to get her on her back, so he can cage her against the mess of sheets and soft things that his nest is.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
IMMEDIATELY HEADBUTTS HIM IN THE FACE ]
Do not call me that! The only reason I slept with her was to get out of that room and-- because you cannot be kind to me for one night! Can you listen to me for one minute!
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He was already calling her a whore for just daring to smell like another dragon but. He wrinkles his nose, less that it's starting to drip blood from her headbutt and more out of annoyance.]
Fine. One minute. Explain yourself.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
-- And lifts her up to soak up the blood with her sleeve. It takes a bit longer than a minute for her to actually speak, because there's a bit of a lump in her throat. But: ]
I was literally coming here to-- spend time with you. Since I felt a little... lonely, and.
...
To see if we could... try it. In your other form, again. It's less intimidating when you don't look like a person. And if you can... be kind, even just a little, we can keep doing more.
If she can look like that and be kind, and worry about how I'm feeling, so can you.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Why he sounds dreamy about it is probably not something one should examine too closely. And because he's Dan Feng, he lays down over her legs, cheek pillowed against her thigh, looking greatly amused and 100 % distracted from murder.]
How charming that a hunter like you likes it better when she plays with her food.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Do predators not care for their mates? If it's like this, you're not just "prey," right?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Great, she can watch the tip of his tail start wagging violently while Dan Feng's expression is an impassive lineface.]
I was never just prey. [It's wagging so hard it's whuffing against a pillow and he doesn't seem to notice.] What happens when I hurt you again?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... We'll... see, when we get to it. Do your best not to. Please.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
His tail curls around her hand briefly, up her arm, and there's a brief moment of repulsive and discordant wrong wrong wrong before she's somehow lying onhim - he's shifted into his true form, muzzle spanning the size of her torso, and he immediately flops his head over her legs again like a wet noodle.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Somehow, after the last few times, the closeness of him and the weight over her legs is a comfort. She was feeling lonely-- Linnea and Erenville were both very kind to her, but it's not the same as someone understanding who you are and where you come from. Even if Dan Feng was frequently wrong about eeeeeverything always.
She settles her hands into the fur of his mane, though, one smoothing over his muzzle, just delicately feeling along his face, in the solid places not overrun with plant and rot. The objectives soften her, truly, because after a long moment she curls over him to gently kiss his brow. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[The coils behind her shift, pressing close, but not suffocating - cradling her, even, as he tilts his head to the side. There's four small limbs there somewhere in the mess, tipped with claws - if he thinks about it, there might be more, he's not really sure, the Abundance sometimes lets him grow more - but one of those arms (legs?) scratch a hello at the small of her back, just as he snuffles somewhere into her shoulder.]
I need you to do something.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Yes?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Scratch this.
[A coil nudges against her elbow - it's mostly solid, thankfully, no sunken rot or anything, but there's bits of fluff and leaf stuck in the scales of it, and the scales themselves stick out every which way.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Oh-- Sure...
[ She lets him go to turn more fully, so she can run her hands over it. She's delicate but firm, and seems to have no real problem learning her way around grooming scales-- it's not terribly unlike picking pinfeathers on her own wings, after all. She plucks the detritus out from under the lifted scales, settles them back down smoothly flat, and just quietly preens him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
When we leave this place I want to take your ship to a Washtopia.
[Rumbled. He seems to be thinking about cleaning at least, his muzzle resting on one of her shoulders.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ Teasing. She scritches gently as she removes another bit of debris, smoothing her hands over his body, relaxed even surrounded by him. ]
... We'll do that.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
How strange, too, that he would think of something so mundane, from himself and from of her- that there were other things to do other than capturing Stellarons and drowning worlds.
A claw starts tracing a slow arc of sensation on her lower back, under a wing, almost absently.]
If you were not a hunter, what would you be?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
But she doesn't respond for a long moment, just thinking. ]
... I don't know. There wasn't ever a chance to be anything else. I was born for this.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[She's so responsive, what a lovely creature. Dan Feng wants to swallow her whole and savor her cries and remove all thought from that pretty little head and,]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She leans back into him, lost in thought again. It takes her longer to respond. ]
... Maybe I could... have a coffee shop. Somewhere quiet.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He noses into the crook of her neck, nudging her to tilt her head as he laves his tongue along the line of her jaw.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ She pauses, with a full body shiver, her wings ruffling and her face going deeply red. ]
-- Ah...
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Yes? Perhaps a swan--
[The claws on her back moves upwards, into the join of feather and skin, more deliberate now, spanning the root of both wings. A coil curls over her legs, between them, while he licks up the line of her neck from collarbone to ear.]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ even slow and careful the nerves light up with anxiety under his touches, evident in the rabbit-quick thump of her pulse in her neck as his tongue passes over it. Her objectives are doing a bit of heavy lifting, in this case-- her mind is full of teeth but her body can't commit to the fear, already flooded with tingling warmth and the edge of desire.
There's clear hesitation as that coil tries to squeeze between her legs but after a moment... she allows it, her back curving against the prickle of nails under her feathers. There's a beat where she doesn't move at all, frozen by the sensation, before one of her hands carefully-- subtly-- slides down along the belly scales, searching. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Like you?
[He laughs, but less with the edge of malice and more with teasing, his movements still slow as he nuzzles against her cheek. He tries to part her legs just enough to press against the apex of them, but the way his tongue slides down her cleavage is very obvious with his want.]
I obviously cannot undress you so do it yourself. [See!! He is holding himself back from ripping her clothes off!! He is learning!!!]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ A weak protest, when her fingers are pressing into the dip in those scales, where it's hot and slick.
Her breath shudders in a gasp, as his tongue delves down, and her other hand reaches up to curl over his muzzle. ]
-- What if... ... Maybe this time, I just-- touch you, instead.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
That seems one-sided. [His tone is cautious, as he curls a little further so he can look at her askance. It seems like she isn't the only vulnerable one here.] You think you can please me?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ She pauses, with her fingers comfortably curled into the entrance of his vent, not trying to push further. She loosens her other arm a bit so he can shift his head more easily, but instead threads her fingers into his mane again. ]
I think it would-- help. To know you better.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[Maybe that's a little too honest, but sex was something he used rather than something he did. He rocks into her hand gently, curiously almost, blinking slowly at what was happening here what.
His head rolls in her grip at an unnatural angle, stopped by her hand, as he twitches. A spasm in all his coils. The mara doesn't like someone else holding him open.]
Wait. Ah- -wait.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ But the spasm-- the reaction-- makes her freeze, and she obediently waits, drawing back just a little. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
It is already good like this. [But he's not pulling away.] But perhaps I can be convinced...
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
... Is it truly so dire that you need to be convinced to let me touch you?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Do what you want.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She's still, for a while, just letting him settle and feeling the way he coils about her, before she shifts her hand again, rubbing her thumb along the slit of his vent before pressing her fingers (or. hand.) in again. More deeply, this time-- she does remember that there's quite some space in there, to fit both of those cocks. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Nngh. [You know what, he's going to duck behind her back to hide his face how about that.] I'm not fragile.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ She smooths her hand over his head as he moves it, before taking that hand back to curl around the coil of his body-- for support, as she presses her arm in. That noise is nice, the warmth of his body is nice, the grip of the muscle... She takes her time, pressing the curled knuckles lazily into the flesh, mostly just exploring him with her touch, feeling up along the length of his dicks hidden within him, carefully guiding him out (or partially so, anyway). She did this before too, sure, but she's a bit less lust-addled this time, her touches less aimless, the movement of her arm a little bit more purposeful, experimental thrusts.
She does slow again though, once the tips of him as actually in view. Mostly because she's doing some pretty intense girl math right now and fighting with the mortification of do you seriously really want to do that in her mind before she pulls her hand back. And carefully, gently, leans down to put her lips over him. ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Gghk. [This is probably the most undignified noise she's heard from him so far, and he's thrown literal tantrums in her ship's cockpit.
He tastes like what deep sea smells like, and his coils curl around her further as his head basically flops somewhere at her hip.] V-Valencia.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
Brine is not actually that pleasant a taste, all things considered, but it isn't strange or alarming-- and she's used to the smell, if nothing else, from Dan Feng as it is. She's slow and cautious about it, though, just rubbing the flat of her tongue along the flat tip of his cock, pulling back with a gentle suck as he says her name.
The keeps her hand within his vent, though, just gently massaging the hidden base of him with her fingers. ]
-- Was that bad?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He sounds less derisive and more breathlessly confused at how she can say it's bad when he's having trouble stringing words together. Some part of him finds it galling that an Emanator is being so easily taken in hand (metaphorically and literally) but another, more vocal part of him wants more.]
Keep going.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[ Sir. please. But he said to keep going so-- clearly he did like it. Maybe he was just... talking, because it felt good? She can't say she dislikes the feeling of hearing her name, when she does this.
She hesitates, for just a moment, before bowing her head over him again-- to shift her hand to let his cock escape some more, rubbing her thumb over the ridges, and pressing her lips to the wet tip. She takes it between her lips again after a moment, repeating the earlier motion; the curious-but-inexperienced rub of the flat of her tongue, the careful sucking as she pulls up, moving in a cautious bob.
She's quite aware he has too, though, so of course after a moment she'll shift to the other one; no sense in leaving it neglected. She keeps careful ear on his noises, the feel of his body surrounding her as well-- does he seem to like one thing over another? Does the suck get the better reaction, or her tongue? Maybe if she curls her fingers tighter around the shaft...? ]
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
You are incredible. [He pants, pure want and no malice at all. The coils slide hot over, between her legs...] I- do you think you can take either of me?
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She slowly draws her hand from his vent, carefully coaxing his cocks out so she can give them an uncertain eye. Considers what she'd done with Linnea, and how that ended up. If she could take her then surely... Perhaps it's the objectives coursing hot through her, or maybe it's just the sudden desire making her eyes bigger than her pussy. Or maybe she actually can and she's just nervous, but what's new.
She considers quietly for a beat, her thighs squeezing just slightly together against the rubbing scales of his length. ]
... I-- think I can. One, maybe.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
And then he dips his head, leaning in to nose against the line of her jaw, into her hair. Inhaling- scenting her, the warm, wet of his tongue pressing against her pulse.]
We can go slowly. [He drifts back so he can look her in the eyes.] I want to savor you.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
(She wonders, distantly, if it's just a trick, and once he's in her he'll lose his mind the same way he did in the baths, blind and deaf to anything but desire and lust. Does she care, right now?)
She can only hold his gaze for a moment before she looks away, embarrassed, and reaches forward with both hands to curve under his jaw. It's affectionate, almost, the way she draws his face forward, so she can hide her own against his muzzle, and try to ignore the shudder of wanting that ripples through her and sets her wings into an unconscious little flutter. ]
... I'd-- like to try that. I think.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
[He rumbles a laugh, enjoying the look of confusion on her face, the way she's opening up to him, vulnerable-
Dan Feng nudges at her cheek- finally licking at her mouth. Gentle, but possessive. He could open his mouth and crush her skull and while that may be appealing any other day now he's more interested in being inside her in every way.]
Let me taste you.
Re: Night 22/ early morning 23
She exhales a bit, tilting her head to press her lips to his muzzle once he draws his tongue back and-- if he appeals to her again with another lick-- opening her mouth for him. ]
day 34 aka gay crisis take 2
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though i will admit the desire to shut his mouth is annoyingly powerful.
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[Dear Long that's a can of worms--
And yet.]
I am starting to understand, yes. He called me cute, then 'your highness' and when i told him not to, he just called me 'your majesty'.
I think he enjoys riling me up, he's insufferable.
day 37
We need more space.
Re: day 37
that botanical volume with the orchids on the cover looks appetizing
Re: day 37
I was thinking more along the lines of a few bookshelves
or a new living space.
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What toys? My books are not toys.
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Am I not enough for you? I would welcome the other Dan Heng, if he is willing to join us. He has been through quite a lot so be nice to him.
[In terms of identity issues he's keenly aware he might actually have gotten off easier in this case.]