[The room - the night - the space between them seems to hold its breath, as Dan Feng freezes, eyes wide, pupils slits of gold in a sea of blue.
What did he say? What is he saying? He can feel the oily tide of mara crawl up his throat, can feel his heart seize: yes, he should have died, Yingxing should have killed him, but the betrayal, the pain, the mere thought that someone he had loved so much would hurt him--]
I am going to tear you to pieces.
He digs his nails in, scrapes them down Blade's ribs, snarling. A knee tries to shove itself between Blade's thighs, and the way Dan Feng claims his mouth again is no longer a kiss but more of a murder attempt, violently hungry.]
[he wouldn't have explained himself unless pressed, and perhaps now not even then, given his own mara, so very close at all times, flaring dark as ever with the pain and being so very close to Dan Feng, always at the edges and bubbling up.]
Good.
[and will respond both to the violence hungrily in the way that a man that constantly craves death does, and with his own, hands digging into Dan Feng's waist with force that's beyond bruising.]
[He moans into Ren's mouth - hopes that he breaks skin, leaves a mark on him, because Dan Feng would have killed to have something of Yingxing's other than the memory of his death - and yanks Ren from the door, walking him towards the bed.
Dan Feng is never going to wash these sheets again. In fact, he is going to take those shredded pieces of Ren's clothing and hide them away.]
[he's trying very hard to break skin, leave marks. and is walked towards the bed, but doesn't relax his grip at all.
'missing' cannot properly encompass everything he feels. the yearning, the love, the resentment - both his own and someone else's grudges passed to him-the desire to lie in the same grave when their sin is at last cleansed.]
[He can feel the bites draw blood on his neck, the bruises pressed into his waist. When they're close enough- he practically throws Ren onto his bed, he immediately rolls the palm of his hand between Ren's legs, his other hand pressing heavy against the other man's collarbone, trying to keep him down.]
[pretty chill with being thrown - and honestly when Dan Feng's hand is between his legs, it's already pretty obvious that he's half-hard already. despite the fact that he can't match vidyadhara strength and doesn't really have the leverage, he is going to try to push back against Dan Feng anyway, trying to roll them both over.]
[He lets Ren do as he pleases, and his back hits the mattress; Dan Feng stills, eyes huge and wet and startled. He'd dreamt of this even as Yingxing's hair started graying, but to be bracketed and covered by Ren's sheer bulk in reality makes him feel - ]
I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
[leans over him, long black hair falling to curtain them both. he can feel those slender, strong, familiar hands cupping his face and he reaches for one, fingers digging in tightly because he will leave marks.] I am.
[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
[As a consequence of being the Plagues Author's Emanator, Dan Feng's inhuman perfection had been elevated and frozen in time: he'd been less of a living thing and more of a doll, unable to acquire any sort of scar or sign of time passing, no matter how hard he tried.
It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
Maybe if you beg prettily enough, I'll consider it. [murmured, like a promise, against Dan Feng's skin. bites a little harder, if only tantalizingly so, another promise with his teeth.
with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]
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What did he say? What is he saying? He can feel the oily tide of mara crawl up his throat, can feel his heart seize: yes, he should have died, Yingxing should have killed him, but the betrayal, the pain, the mere thought that someone he had loved so much would hurt him--]
I am going to tear you to pieces.
He digs his nails in, scrapes them down Blade's ribs, snarling. A knee tries to shove itself between Blade's thighs, and the way Dan Feng claims his mouth again is no longer a kiss but more of a murder attempt, violently hungry.]
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Good.
[and will respond both to the violence hungrily in the way that a man that constantly craves death does, and with his own, hands digging into Dan Feng's waist with force that's beyond bruising.]
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Dan Feng is never going to wash these sheets again. In fact, he is going to take those shredded pieces of Ren's clothing and hide them away.]
Do you miss him? Do you miss me?
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'missing' cannot properly encompass everything he feels. the yearning, the love, the resentment - both his own and someone else's grudges passed to him-the desire to lie in the same grave when their sin is at last cleansed.]
Missing is not a strong enough word.
[unhinged as fuck, as always.]
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I - [He tries for bravado, but his hands tremble violently when he reaches up to cup Ren's face.] You're really here.
Re: DAY 15 nsfw !!
[and he intends to leave so many marks all over Dan Feng's white jade skin. all of the marks. but for now, he leans down, mouth against his slender neck, and bites down hard enough to draw blood.]
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It was here he'd managed to get his first lasting mark in centuries. With Ren ever so gallant with his violence, Dan Feng wants more. He throws his head back and moans, arousal jolting up his spine as he feels Ren's blunt teeth break skin.]
More. [He fists a hand in Ren's hair, scrapes nails against his scalp to keep him against his skin.] If you tried hard enough, maybe you could rip my throat out--
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with his other hand - the one not digging into Dan Feng's hand - he reaches between the other man's legs, feather-light between his thighs. he's just out here being an asshole today.]