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I'm not sure what the future holds... for him, but I'm sure we'll discuss it at some point. [ for now he's just going to set a hand on dan feng's shoulder, keeping him in his space. this is fine. ]
...That's true. I did.
[Although being reminded of himself at that age makes him blush a bit -- as does hearing Dan Feng laugh. Hopefully it's subtle enough to be blocked by the gauze.]
It was comfortable.
[Although being reminded of himself at that age makes him blush a bit -- as does hearing Dan Feng laugh. Hopefully it's subtle enough to be blocked by the gauze.]
It was comfortable.
Come in.
[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
What is it?
[dan feng is not moving from his little blanket/pillow/clothing fort/nest/cocoon in the bed. he’s a good bit sicklier-looking than the last time they’ve spoken, and he’s buried under bedcover paraphernalia from the shoulders down.
he squirms to at least brace himself on an elbow, wincing.]
What is it?
All children do. The older we get, the shorter their childhoods seem.
[But despite being so old, a big part of Jing Yuan still wants to fall asleep under Dan Feng's sleeves. He misses feeling that safe and at peace.]
[But despite being so old, a big part of Jing Yuan still wants to fall asleep under Dan Feng's sleeves. He misses feeling that safe and at peace.]
[ unwraps the bundle. it's a book on human fashion! random shit ranging from Earth's 1950s to the 2020s. all the dates are scrubbed out and there's no real categorization. every page brings a different vibe and time period for maximum whiplash. ]
These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
These are fashion customs from a world named 'Earth'. I thought you might find it enriching.
[from here!!!!]
I have wanted to ruin you in all the ways possible for centuries, Jing Yuan.
[he says this matter-of-factly, like he’s discussing the weather. when he goes back to removing jing yuan’s other boot, he leans in dangerously close to jing yuan’s crotch, so close that his breath condenses on the material.
this is all, of course, happening in the front doorway, so good luck with that.]
I have wanted to ruin you in all the ways possible for centuries, Jing Yuan.
[he says this matter-of-factly, like he’s discussing the weather. when he goes back to removing jing yuan’s other boot, he leans in dangerously close to jing yuan’s crotch, so close that his breath condenses on the material.
this is all, of course, happening in the front doorway, so good luck with that.]
Edited 2023-12-14 10:50 (UTC)
Of course. Well you have my permission to ruin me in this specific way that I will also enjoy.
[Must he be this way at the front door though? The proximity makes Jing Yuan blush but the location makes him very nervous.]
But please wait til we've made it to your bed.
[Must he be this way at the front door though? The proximity makes Jing Yuan blush but the location makes him very nervous.]
But please wait til we've made it to your bed.
[he finishes undoing said boots, and helps jing yuan out of them with a gentleness that is very at odds with the succeeding ass grope. oops!
he takes off his boots, too, and neatly parks their shoes at the door. if valencia got angry at him he would once again lose heater privileges and he does not like that.]
You should really look for more sensible boots.
[picking his way through the living room... to the hall... scratching at the tag at the back of his sweater...]
he takes off his boots, too, and neatly parks their shoes at the door. if valencia got angry at him he would once again lose heater privileges and he does not like that.]
You should really look for more sensible boots.
[picking his way through the living room... to the hall... scratching at the tag at the back of his sweater...]
I like these boots.
[He doesn't mind the ass grope, at least. In fact it makes his breath stall for a moment and his face turn just a shade brighter pink. He follows along after Dan Feng, staying close and preparing himself for whatever might happen once they go through that bedroom door.]
[He doesn't mind the ass grope, at least. In fact it makes his breath stall for a moment and his face turn just a shade brighter pink. He follows along after Dan Feng, staying close and preparing himself for whatever might happen once they go through that bedroom door.]
[wow o ye of little faith. dan feng behaves himself! all the way down to his room! look, it's all neat, and tidy, and there's several knives on his bedside table, but that's not important.
the important thing is: as soon that door closes behind jing yuan, he is getting crushed against it, dan feng pressing against him, one long, sinuous line of heat from hip to chest. both hands slide into his hair, fisting at the roots, to pull him down, so dan feng can claim his mouth with animal need.]
the important thing is: as soon that door closes behind jing yuan, he is getting crushed against it, dan feng pressing against him, one long, sinuous line of heat from hip to chest. both hands slide into his hair, fisting at the roots, to pull him down, so dan feng can claim his mouth with animal need.]
[See this is exactly what he was preparing himself for. He lets himself be pulled down without protest, places his hands on Dan Feng's face, and kisses back with a fervor that is much more controlled but no less intense underneath. This is something he's wanted nearly his entire life, and that he thought he'd never get. Even if it's a twisted form of the love he wanted, he'll still take it.]
[dan feng wastes no time, desperation in every move, and he's already trying to get jing yuan's sweater off. however, this would involve actually separating their faces and dan feng is really fucking invested in mapping out the entirety of jing yuan's palate with his tongue.
the decision is too difficult for his lizard hindbrain, and he whines wordlessly, rucking up jing yuan's sweater up under his armpits.]
the decision is too difficult for his lizard hindbrain, and he whines wordlessly, rucking up jing yuan's sweater up under his armpits.]
[If Dan Feng is stuck, Jing Yuan will have to make the choice for him. He breaks the kiss, pulling his head back just enough to give space to get his sweater off. The terrible tanktop is under it, but he doesn't give Dan Feng time to admire it before he's trying to get his atrocious sweater off as well.]
One thing at a time. I'm not going anywhere.
One thing at a time. I'm not going anywhere.
[there's a continuous, annoyed grumble from the depths of the sweaters being removed from his person, but underneath it he is still wearing his skin-tight compression top, because yaoshi forbid he show any skin from the neck down.
he's very squirmy under jing yuan's hands.] But I want you now.
he's very squirmy under jing yuan's hands.] But I want you now.
Unfortunately, physics still applies to clothing even when you're aroused.
[Time to peel off that compression top then!!]
[Time to peel off that compression top then!!]
Don't get smart with me.
[he does cooperate better, though, removing his top with fluid grace. it catches on his ponytail, and there's an ominous rumble before dan feng snaps the hair tie. off the shirt goes into some corner of his room he will worry about later!
dan feng has been frozen in one moment in time for far longer than he'd been yaoshi's emanator, and it shows in the unnatural, symmetrical perfection of his body: almost like a doll's, inhabited by a revolving door of prisoners. it's marred, now, by the gluttony brand on his nape, and by several bruises on his ribs and shoulders.
his hands crawl up into the cutouts on the sides of jing yuan's top again.]
This infernal - thing - I wanted to tear it off the first time I saw it on you -
[he does cooperate better, though, removing his top with fluid grace. it catches on his ponytail, and there's an ominous rumble before dan feng snaps the hair tie. off the shirt goes into some corner of his room he will worry about later!
dan feng has been frozen in one moment in time for far longer than he'd been yaoshi's emanator, and it shows in the unnatural, symmetrical perfection of his body: almost like a doll's, inhabited by a revolving door of prisoners. it's marred, now, by the gluttony brand on his nape, and by several bruises on his ribs and shoulders.
his hands crawl up into the cutouts on the sides of jing yuan's top again.]
This infernal - thing - I wanted to tear it off the first time I saw it on you -
[Somehow, the bruises and the brand make Dan Feng all the more beautiful. Those are imperfect. They belong to Dan Feng, not to Long or Yaoshi, and as fucked up as it is it's nice to see individual traits.
Jing Yuan is still bruised, too. Mostly they're week-old, yellow-green stains on his skin across his shoulders and the side of his face -- those also belong to Dan Feng. There are a few that belong to Blade's fists too, equally old. But the fresh ones are all Dan Heng's: the love bites and faint impressions of fingers on his hips that barely peek out from the waistband of his jeans.]
Don't actually tear it. Do take it off.
[He murmurs, content, shivering at Dan Feng's touch and running his hands greedily up his back.]
Jing Yuan is still bruised, too. Mostly they're week-old, yellow-green stains on his skin across his shoulders and the side of his face -- those also belong to Dan Feng. There are a few that belong to Blade's fists too, equally old. But the fresh ones are all Dan Heng's: the love bites and faint impressions of fingers on his hips that barely peek out from the waistband of his jeans.]
Don't actually tear it. Do take it off.
[He murmurs, content, shivering at Dan Feng's touch and running his hands greedily up his back.]
[dan feng grumbles, petulant, but he does manage to control himself long enough to actually get the top off in one piece. after that, though, his mouth is immediately on jing yuan's pulse, sucking dark, possessive bruises into his skin - directly over ones that dan heng already left.]
I can smell him on you. [he inhales in the crook of jing yuan's neck, and when he pulls back, his pupils are enormous, golden coins against a thin ring of blue.] I like it? [he sounds confused, and to deal with said confusion, goes back to mauling jing yuan's neck.]
I can smell him on you. [he inhales in the crook of jing yuan's neck, and when he pulls back, his pupils are enormous, golden coins against a thin ring of blue.] I like it? [he sounds confused, and to deal with said confusion, goes back to mauling jing yuan's neck.]
You do?
[His voice has gone hoarse with desire, as the bites on his neck make him gasp. They hurt, a third layer of bruise over two layers of Dan Heng, but it's a pleasant enough hurt to keep him flushed and holding Dan Feng close.]
Good. I want you both.
[His voice has gone hoarse with desire, as the bites on his neck make him gasp. They hurt, a third layer of bruise over two layers of Dan Heng, but it's a pleasant enough hurt to keep him flushed and holding Dan Feng close.]
Good. I want you both.
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