[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.]
[He sits on the edge of the bed, naked as the day he was hatched, his tail curled on his lap.]
Is that what you like? [He doesn't think anyone would have called him, specifically, cute at all. But for Jing Yuan he could be anything.] Cute things? I... [He squirms a little.] do not know how... to be cute.
[Scotting a little closer, he reaches over to place a hand on Dan Feng's cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.]
You just are, by your nature. But cuteness alone is not "what I like", in any case... I like people who are both very cute and very strong. Like Dan Heng, and like you.
Don't say another man's name when you're naked in my bed.
[Grumbly, but tempered with the fact that there's no flare of violent jealousy. The forehead kiss pleases him immensely, though, and he climbs into Jing Yuan's lap, bracketing his thighs with his own.]
[The lack of violence is a nice touch! He appreciates the improvement quite a bit. Not as much as he appreciates just having Dan Feng naked in his lap, though. His face is pleasantly pink as he rests his hands on his partner's hips and smiles warmly at him.]
But I am naked in your bed, no? Right now, I am all yours to play with.
[How does Jing Yuan know just what to say? Dan Feng can't help it: he smiles back, a little crooked, feeling so happy that he could just float away.]
All of this for me. [He walks two fingers up Jing Yuan's sternum, and his hand makes a detour to get a good grope at a pec in, before he grinds down on his cock, flush against the slick of Dan Feng's vent.]
[That Dan Feng is, completely consumed with Jing Yuan's warmth and scent. He peppers his face with brief, fleeting kisses, rocking their hips together. It's almost sweet, as he whispers Jing Yuan's name between the affections, until it's not.
He pushes Jing Yuan down, into the pillows, a look of raw hunger on his face, like he's the only creature worth anything in the universe.]
Do you promise? [He slicks a hand between his legs, and wraps it around Jing Yuan's cock, stroking him with a practised hand.]
[Being looked at like that is both terrifying and intoxicating, and Jing Yuan throws reasonable caution aside to chase that feeling. He shivers and squirms, being pushed down driving his own hunger just as much as Dan Feng's actual touch -- but he doesn't say so, so it may be hard to tell. Instead of confessing he just makes small whiny noises in the back of his throat, and nods.]
Do not injure me. Or stop me from walking away after. But... aside from that, I will take what you give me.
I would give you the world. I would give you anything. Just ask.
[His own cocks are barely out, but he's already raising his hips, holding Jing Yuan's length in place so he can lower himself on it. He needs the stretch, the burn of it, so that he would feel Jing Yuan inside of him for days--]
[It's frankly too tight, but Jing Yuan doesn't mind. The squeeze is pleasantly uncomfortable, dragging a throaty groan out of him and making his hands clench hard on Dan Feng's hips. His breath is trembling, and his voice strained as he lifts one hand from that bruising grip to tug at the back of his neck, just above his brand.]
...Kiss me.
[That's his only request -- the emotional intimacy along with the physical pleasure.]
[It seems like so simple a request- but Dan Feng answers it anyway, cradling Jing Yuan's face with a trembling hand.
When he slots their lips together, he tries to say what he can't: I think I have loved you all your life. I want to stay. Please shelter me. I don't know how not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
He doesn't realize he's crying. Maybe he doesn't care. It's hard to think at this point, reduced to a creature of sensation and need.]
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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...
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[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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[He settles comfortably onto the bed, watching Dan Feng finish undressing with no shame at all.]
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Is that what you like? [He doesn't think anyone would have called him, specifically, cute at all. But for Jing Yuan he could be anything.] Cute things? I... [He squirms a little.] do not know how... to be cute.
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[Scotting a little closer, he reaches over to place a hand on Dan Feng's cheek, leaning in to kiss him on the forehead.]
You just are, by your nature. But cuteness alone is not "what I like", in any case... I like people who are both very cute and very strong. Like Dan Heng, and like you.
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[Grumbly, but tempered with the fact that there's no flare of violent jealousy. The forehead kiss pleases him immensely, though, and he climbs into Jing Yuan's lap, bracketing his thighs with his own.]
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But I am naked in your bed, no? Right now, I am all yours to play with.
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All of this for me. [He walks two fingers up Jing Yuan's sternum, and his hand makes a detour to get a good grope at a pec in, before he grinds down on his cock, flush against the slick of Dan Feng's vent.]
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Ah-- Mmhmm. As much as you want me, however you want me.
[Within limits of course, but right now Dan Feng is focused on the enjoyable part and Jing Yuan would rather not water down his dirty talk.]
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He pushes Jing Yuan down, into the pillows, a look of raw hunger on his face, like he's the only creature worth anything in the universe.]
Do you promise? [He slicks a hand between his legs, and wraps it around Jing Yuan's cock, stroking him with a practised hand.]
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Do not injure me. Or stop me from walking away after. But... aside from that, I will take what you give me.
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[His own cocks are barely out, but he's already raising his hips, holding Jing Yuan's length in place so he can lower himself on it. He needs the stretch, the burn of it, so that he would feel Jing Yuan inside of him for days--]
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...Kiss me.
[That's his only request -- the emotional intimacy along with the physical pleasure.]
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When he slots their lips together, he tries to say what he can't: I think I have loved you all your life. I want to stay. Please shelter me. I don't know how not to hurt you. I'm sorry.
He doesn't realize he's crying. Maybe he doesn't care. It's hard to think at this point, reduced to a creature of sensation and need.]
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