[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 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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[dan feng would have rambled about how it's probably because:
a) jing yuan had conceded this battle, and dan feng had won b) dan heng lives in a very confusing box in dan feng's head, labelled 'mine' and 'part of me' and 'actually me?' and 'family' and 'i want to fight him' and 'i want to fold him in half' and 'extremely aggravating' c) jing yuan is in his arms and his taste is in dan feng's mouth and that is basically enough to make dan feng compliant with anything.
however he is very busy with biting kisses down jing yuan's chest, his abs - he's going down to his knees, hands fumbling with jing yuan's fly.]
[He doesn't press Dan Feng for more commentary -- he's enjoying himself too much. Every kiss makes him shiver, and by the time Dan Feng is getting his jeans open he's already mostly hard. He's easy to get going. This is a sort of realisation of his adolescent fantasies, after all, so he just leans his head back against the door and combs the fingers of his good hand through Dan Feng's hair, carefully avoiding the broken horn (but not avoiding brushing against the whole one).]
[jing yuan's fingers brush against his good horn, and dan feng stills for a moment, eyes closing against the heady rush of sensation. it really was different when he was aroused--]
I have never been called cute in all of my lives. [The sheer offence in his voice is ruined by how rough it is. Dan Feng cups Jing Yuan through his jeans just on the edge of painful, in retaliation, really Jing Yuan, don't provoke the guy whose sharp everything is inches away from your dick.]
[It's mumbled, though, against his waistband, and Dan Feng continues to be cute by undoing the button and- looking right up at Jing Yuan, as he tugs the zipper down with his teeth, hands braced heavy against his hips.]
[Well. That might be one of the hottest things he's ever seen. He swallows hard, and his cock has reached full attention, right there in front of Dan Feng's face, hidden only by his underwear.
He isn't sure if that was a "cease arguing" or "cease the compliments" or a general "shut up" so he just. Puts his hands over his face to semi-hide how red it is.]
[Well. Jing Yuan was small and cute until he wasn't, and Dan Feng had only realized this all at once when Lieutenant Jing Yuan, ever tactile, had gone in for a hug, and Imbibitor Lunae was engulfed in a warm, smiling bulk that he did not ever remember??? Seeing??? Happening???]
Luckily, I love all of you.
[He says, before tucking his hair behind a pointed ear and leaning in to lick a delicate wet stripe up Jing Yuan's cock, from root to head, enveloping the tip with his mouth, like he's trying the taste.]
[He can't return that "I love you" yet. He did love his Dan Feng, but unfortunately Jing Yuan is sane and can't forget this one is different. But it's still Dan Feng enough that hearing it in this context, without the violence, makes him melt. He presses one hand flat against the door when he feels that tongue on his cock, tensing with the effort not to immediately fuck into Dan Feng's mouth. His other hand clamps down over his mouth to stifle his breathless moan]
[That's all very cute and gentlemanly of his little Yuan'er, but Dan Feng is quickly reaching his quota of slow and sweet.
He leans in, fangs carefully tucked behind his lips; he's only halfway down Jing Yuan's shaft when the head hits the back of his throat. A hand then reaches out, blindly, for Jing Yuan's on the door, to drag it towards the top of Dan Feng's hair.
Specifically, to his whole horn, to wrap Jing Yuan's hand around it. Dan Feng would be flushed down to his collarbones, when he mimes pushing his own head down, towards Jing Yuan's groin.]
[He looks down at Dan Feng, his flush peeking out from behind the hand on his face. He holds that horn as requested, but hesitates to follow through on the rest, at least for a few moments. There's a part of him that resists the idea of being rough with any Dan Feng -- the part of him that's never stopped seeing him as a lofty thing to admire from a distance.
But he's being told what Dan Feng wants, and it is incredibly hot to see him with Jing Yuan buried in his mouth. He rubs his thumb along his horn for a moment, then takes a slow breath before using it to yank Dan Feng forward til his nose is nestled in the coarse white hair at the base of his cock. He gasps at the feeling of sliding into his throat, and loosens his hand on his mouth just enough to quietly mumble at him.]
[When Dan Feng looks up at Jing Yuan like this, he looks ruined; the red eyeliner is starting to smudge, and his eyes are shuttered halfway, already drunk on Jing Yuan's scent and his soft touches. He has wanted this for centuries, for Jing Yuan to look at him like he's the only abhorrent creature in the world.
He moans around Jing Yuan, then starts fucking himself on his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time, like he's waiting for Jing Yuan's approval.]
[Approval he certainly has. Jing Yuan is trembling, leaning his whole weight on the door as he stays trapped in that heated eye contact. He's still muffling it, but he's begun to pant and make soft, breathless sounds into his injured hand, while the more functional one shakily strokes Dan Feng's horn. The atmosphere isn't quite what he'd dreamed of way back when, but it doesn't really matter when it's Dan Feng looking at him like that, wanting him and touching him.]
[There's a soft whine when Dan Feng pulls his mouth away, followed by a hiss of pain at the nails in his skin. He nudges Dan Feng with his leg to prompt him to move, so Jing Yuan can get away from the door.]
[He leans in to kiss the marks he'd left, first, before he gets to his feet. He's flushed red nearly all the way down to his chest, and he stares at Jing Yuan for a moment - before reaching to take both of his hands, to bully him towards the bed.]
[Oh good they're both completely red. Jing Yuan is agreeable, too, letting Dan Feng guide him to the bed without resistance. He stops and takes his hands back there though, so he can shimmy out of his pants entirely.]
[This time he sounds less imperious and more... unsure? Bewildered? And he angles himself away when he undresses, finally putting a name to what he's feeling: self-conscious.]
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he's very squirmy under jing yuan's hands.] But I want you now.
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[Time to peel off that compression top then!!]
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[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 -
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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.]
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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.]
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[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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[dan feng would have rambled about how it's probably because:
a) jing yuan had conceded this battle, and dan feng had won
b) dan heng lives in a very confusing box in dan feng's head, labelled 'mine' and 'part of me' and 'actually me?' and 'family' and 'i want to fight him' and 'i want to fold him in half' and 'extremely aggravating'
c) jing yuan is in his arms and his taste is in dan feng's mouth and that is basically enough to make dan feng compliant with anything.
however he is very busy with biting kisses down jing yuan's chest, his abs - he's going down to his knees, hands fumbling with jing yuan's fly.]
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You're cute when you're this excited, you know.
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I have never been called cute in all of my lives. [The sheer offence in his voice is ruined by how rough it is. Dan Feng cups Jing Yuan through his jeans just on the edge of painful, in retaliation, really Jing Yuan, don't provoke the guy whose sharp everything is inches away from your dick.]
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It was a compliment, you--
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[It's mumbled, though, against his waistband, and Dan Feng continues to be cute by undoing the button and- looking right up at Jing Yuan, as he tugs the zipper down with his teeth, hands braced heavy against his hips.]
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He isn't sure if that was a "cease arguing" or "cease the compliments" or a general "shut up" so he just. Puts his hands over his face to semi-hide how red it is.]
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He stops, mouth open, as Jing Yuan's finally freed from that constraint, visibly taken aback.]
Oh. [He tilts his head back to look up at Jing Yuan's face, then back down to his cock. Nudges at it with a cheekbone.] Big.
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He peeks from between his fingers to see Dan Feng's face, shivering at the slight touch.]
All of me is big.
[He says with a slightly pouty tone. Why wasn't he born a cute small animal...]
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Luckily, I love all of you.
[He says, before tucking his hair behind a pointed ear and leaning in to lick a delicate wet stripe up Jing Yuan's cock, from root to head, enveloping the tip with his mouth, like he's trying the taste.]
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He leans in, fangs carefully tucked behind his lips; he's only halfway down Jing Yuan's shaft when the head hits the back of his throat. A hand then reaches out, blindly, for Jing Yuan's on the door, to drag it towards the top of Dan Feng's hair.
Specifically, to his whole horn, to wrap Jing Yuan's hand around it. Dan Feng would be flushed down to his collarbones, when he mimes pushing his own head down, towards Jing Yuan's groin.]
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But he's being told what Dan Feng wants, and it is incredibly hot to see him with Jing Yuan buried in his mouth. He rubs his thumb along his horn for a moment, then takes a slow breath before using it to yank Dan Feng forward til his nose is nestled in the coarse white hair at the base of his cock. He gasps at the feeling of sliding into his throat, and loosens his hand on his mouth just enough to quietly mumble at him.]
You look... so good like that...
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He moans around Jing Yuan, then starts fucking himself on his cock, keeping eye contact the entire time, like he's waiting for Jing Yuan's approval.]
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No. Not like this. [His hands dig nails painfully into Jing Yuan, raking red lines down his hipbones.] Be good for me and let me ride you.
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If that's how you want it...
noooo i thought i sent this tag
[He leans in to kiss the marks he'd left, first, before he gets to his feet. He's flushed red nearly all the way down to his chest, and he stares at Jing Yuan for a moment - before reaching to take both of his hands, to bully him towards the bed.]
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That's surprisingly adorable of you.
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[This time he sounds less imperious and more... unsure? Bewildered? And he angles himself away when he undresses, finally putting a name to what he's feeling: self-conscious.]
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