[Dan Feng's pupils are dark and huge in his face, especially when he can feel a certain sort of heat against his back. And the smell--
He seems to not know where to put his hands. They first land on Yingxing's knees, then Yingxing's wrist as his hands skate up and under Dan Feng's clothes, and then he curls both of them in the hem of Valencia's top. His mouth is a little open, breathing shallowly.]
This is really happening? [HUH??? His hands curve over Valencia's waist, to the base of her lower wings.] All three of us?
[ she shivers, those wings giving a helpless little flutter at the touch. But she takes that acceptance for what it is, and presses more firmly against him, even if it traps Yingxing's hands between them. Her other hand reaches behind Dan Feng anyway, to curl against Yingxing's hip. ]
[ for all that this had started dangerously, things have evened out nicely enough - better than yingxing had expected, even. dan feng is almost cute when he's like this, entirely baffled by what is happening around him, and yingxing can only chuckle to hear it, his eyes meeting val's over dan feng's shoulder. ]
All three of us. [ he says, his voice low and rough. he'd be comfortable with this even under normal circumstances, but his rut is driving him even harder. ] We'll take good care of you.
[ yingxing will see to it - see to it that they're both looked after. the hand beneath dan feng's shirt slides higher, thumb rubbing over a pink nipple, while the opposite hand lays over val's at his hip, twining their fingers together. ]
[ Her wings flex, uncomfortably, but she dutifully doesn't react to it-- she meets Yingxing's eyes, but looks quickly away, her face burning red as she bows her head to place a small kiss against Dan Feng's jaw.
But she doesn't remain there. She instead shifts up along his body, leaning over his shoulder to meet Yingxing's face and press a kiss to his lips next. ]
[ dan feng's sass earns him a sharp bite to the tender pulse of his throat, yingxing's hand tightening possessively over his chest. ]
Watch your mouth, or I'll edge you until you scream.
[ fuckin. asshole gecko. yingxing is much more gentle with val, lifting his head to meet her kiss easily. it's difficult to hold back the heat in his blood, and given his rut and the overall sensuality of the moment, he's already starting to get hard. where his hand is joined with val's, he lifts them both, guiding her palm over the other side of dan feng's chest. ]
[He has the upper hand here by the virtue of being Dan Feng, thanks! While they're kissing next to him (horrible that he's not in the kiss. Awful. Dan Feng kicks Yingxing in the ankle), Dan Feng buries his face in Val's shoulder, and starts clawing at her shirt, ripping the fabric.]
[ She lets her hand be guided, smoothing her palm over Dan Feng's chest even as she presses more eagerly into the kiss-- the objectives are one thing, with Yingxing, but amplified with Dan Feng in the mix is another. Her skin quickly grows hotter, the kiss breathless--
And then Dan Feng shreds her shirt and she hisses as it rips, jerking back to stare at him with her brow furrowed. ]
... Do you not want me, then. If you're acting this way.
[He drops his hands. He just wanted to take the shirt off but then he got his hands in it and then it was a good idea to start shredding it because it was a thing he could destroy and he could upset the both of them and he doesn’t like it when they’re not paying attention to him and
He turns his face away, unwilling to look anymore. Wow! This is going so well!]
[He squirms a little, but definitely not enough to leave. His hands have somehow ended up on Yingxing’s chest as he braces himself to stay on his feet.]
Oh, you animal. [How he manages to look down with the most condescending expression ever while looking up at Yingxing through his lashes is a mystery.] Can’t control yourself? I could smell you from the outer courtyards.
[ once dan feng is in, yingxing kicks the door shut so hard it rattles in the frame. if that wasn't testament to his current mood and desperation, nothing will be - this little compound is his baby, okay?? ]
Do you ever shut up? [ he snarls, and pins dan feng to the now closed door. ] You've got a real bitchy mouth on you.
[Luckily he favors dark pants because that is a gush of slick between his legs. If he’s wearing a full set of red, lacy, bridal lingerie under his clothes, because he wasn’t lying when he said he’d smelled Yingxing from a block away - he just took a detour, because if nothing else, Dan Feng was a schemer - well.]
Only to those who deserve it. [It’s almost sweet, until Dan Feng smirks at him.] Poor, desperate little Yingxing, thinking he’s so chivalrous by locking himself away.
[ for all dan feng is mouthing off, yingxing can smell that surge of arousal on him, thick and cloying, and it's going right to his cock. for his own part, yingxing isn't wearing much - only a pair of trousers and a sleeveless top - but even still the heat under his skin is suffocating.
pushing his weight into him, yingxing slides his hands down dan feng's body, grabbing him by the ass to grind their hips together hard. ]
Keep mouthing off, I'll make you regret every word.
[He scoffs to cover the groan from the friction, and he lifts a hand to thread through Yingxing’s hair, mussing up the pin of it as he yanks. The smell of the sea surrounds them, but now it’s slowly edging sweeter - because they share a heart, of course one cycle will trigger the other.]
Can you? You think you can make me submit? You? You’re all bark - a slave to your instincts. No better than a dog.
Edited (yeah just pissing him off even more) 2025-11-11 11:11 (UTC)
[ wtf like ripping out his heart wasn't metal as fuck, pls. anyway, dan feng's scent is growing richer, the ripe, sweet smell of a burgeoning heat accompanying his arousal. blood surges south, and yingxing shoves forward with force enough to make the wood groan as he clamps tooth and fang down on dan feng's throat.
his hands are moving again, grabbing the waistband of dan feng's trousers and yanking down hard, tail lashing. ]
[He sags against the door, nails digging into Yingxing’s scalp as he moans out a breathless laugh. His other hand grabs at one of Yingxing’s wrists, but not enough to stop him - and Dan Feng’s wearing stockings and suspenders, framing panties with the exact shade of Yingxing’s earrings; the insides of his thighs are already shiny with slick.]
[ he can't see with his face buried, but he can feel the lace, the soft silk stockings - yingxing pulls back and glances downward, pausing as he stares openly at dan feng's beautiful long legs, and the soft panties already moistened through. ]
Fuck -
[ the shirt goes next, yingxing's hands greedy as he tugs it impatiently over dan feng's head. ]
[He’s wearing a matching bralette, too, little more than sheer cups of lace that hide absolutely nothing. Dan Feng’s smile is wicked, lip catching on a fang, and he laughs outright at Yingxing’s expression.]
[ yingxing doesn't have the proper brain right now to appreciate dan feng in words. all he can do is stare, taking in the sight of him. the meaning.
and then he's surging forward, crouching for a moment to hook his arms beneath dan feng's thighs and, in a great show of strength, hauling him upward, long legs over yingxing's shoulders as he stands again, dan feng's weight pushed back against the top of the door.
without hesitation, he bullies forward, pressing his hot, open mouth over those thin panties, breathing in the scent of dan feng's slick, lapping at it through soft silk. ]
[He scrambles for purchase on the door and in Yingxing’s hair, and he’s not prepared for how good that mouth would feel over his vent, just the barest touch, not even on bare skin and Dan Feng thinks his eyes roll back. One cock is already straining against the lace and he digs a silk-clad heel against Yingxing’s shoulder.]
W-wait - [He’s falling into heat, fast, and he needs more time to piss Yingxing the fuck off, wait, this is his fault, asshole-] Put me down!
[ with dan feng at least momentarily humbled, yingxing leaves val to him for the moment and instead closes his eyes, humming low in his throat as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along the side of dan feng's throat and over his shoulders.
both hands are moving again, sliding over smooth skin, his right gliding down dan feng's abdomen now to press his palm firmly between his thighs, while his left disengages from val's so that he can touch her properly, knuckles dragging along her ribs and down the curve of her waist, before splaying against her spine. ]
[ yingxing does not wait. he also does not put dan feng down.
instead he keeps at exactly what he is doing, his face buried between those soft thighs, mouth moving over the shape of one straining cock before he's shoving the crotch of dan feng's panties aside with his nose so he can get right to the source. his tongue arches, sliding firmly through the wet folds of his vent, the taste of his slick enough to make yingxing groan and rut his hips forward against nothing. ]
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