[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.]
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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.]