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[There is really no logic that can explain this. With how Vidyadhara are, Dan Heng literally inhabits the body that once belonged to Dan Feng. His egg formed from the former High Elder's corpse.
But that's a bit beside the actual point, here. The point being that someone is in Dan Heng's bedroom, which, while it is technically not a bedroom and technically is a public amenity, still is left well enough alone while he's sleeping. The Nameless know to leave a resting Dan Heng well enough alone, given his position as the twitchiest member of the Astral Express Crew. So he's snapping fully awake when he hears the slightest movement, sitting abruptly upright to assess the situation.
The situation being that a far-too-familiar someone is standing in the Archive.
And since, as previously mentioned, there's no logic to it, Dan Heng just throws the whole idea out the window as another of his usual nightmares and dives for Cloud Piercer where it's propped against the console near the foot of his futon.]

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he might be panting a bit, right into dan heng’s pointy little ear, so obviously the correct decision is to suck a bruise right under it, in that soft vulnerable spot where jaw met ear.]
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but then he understands that what he's feeling is a growl, and that additional layer of lacking composure, in dan feng... it draws the softest little edge of a whine into his breathing, and his arms tugging at dan feng like there's much closer to even pull him.]
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he pulls back slightly. dan feng’s eyes, which look dead on the best of days, are nearly one uniform shade of luminous teal, pupils dilated to broad ovals.]
I will ruin you, [he rumbles, before slotting their mouths together.]
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luckily that train of thought is derailed pretty much instantly by the kiss, dan heng surging into it with the eager enthusiasm of someone who has no clue what he's doing and knows he'll be bullied into learning if he just goes for it. dan feng's little successor might be a brat. congrats.]
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he lets dan heng lick into his mouth, then gentles the kiss into something a little less hurried, a little more sensual.]
Mm. [he pulls back, more to let dan hang breathe, and he dips in close to kiss the corner of his mouth.] Have you done this before?
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No.
[he is going to get so wrecked.]
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No? Not even through your cycles?
[wow like. he isnt bad looking at all. dan feng had it on very good authority that his face was attractive, the same way that all the imbibitor lunae's faces were.]
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As far as anyone's concerned, I have a chronic condition that is conveniently predictable.
[leaning into that hand, casual, like he doesn't even have to think about it.]
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You fool. [he presses a kiss to his jaw to take away the sting.] It will get worse every time if you don't satisfy it.
[vidyadhara were barren like the rest of those who had Long's blessings, but they retained the vestiges of biological cycles - depending on what body parts they bore, they could have regular cycles of heat, or rut, or both. it was deeply annoying during the first seven centuries that dan feng was alive when he held fast to his asceticism, and then deeply satisfying afterwards, after yingxing. so he knew intimately how bad it could get.]
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Every time feels like the worst time, anyway. It doesn't matter if it's true.
[even that claim isn't quite true- but it's hard to do much worse than having one's first heat in corallium chains in the Shackling Prison, utterly alone. there's no need to get into that moodkiller.]
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You are so stubborn. [he can see how it could be endearing but right now it just makes him want to bite dan heng. instead, he gently tips dan heng's face back up - and thumbs his plush lower lip.] Listen to your elders.
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he's stubborn, yes, but also sassy. rather than open his mouth to comment on why listening to his elders has never been a terribly appealing prospect based on his life, he simply raises an eyebrow and opens his mouth to lick that thumb.]
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dan feng's eyes darken. he watches dan heng's mouth hungrily, before withdrawing his thumb. two fingers then rest against his lips, much like the same way.]
Open.
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that tongue flicks out again, to wet his own lips, just barely brushing against dan feng's fingers, then he parts his lips.]
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there’s that low, rumbling growl again, as dan feng slowly pushes his fingers in, petting his tongue, just barely until the first sign of gagging.]
Keep it open.
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it's awkward. the reality of it, while attractive, is something he hasn't had to deal with, but he keeps his mouth open as steadily as he can, swallowing repeatedly after his gag reflex first triggers.]
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[dan feng’s voice has gone rough around the edges. his other hand drifts down, wrapping lightly around the base of his neck.]
Suck.
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he starts sucking.]
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and he does two things in quick succession: he splays his hand, warm and firm, over dan heng's breastbone, and he rolls his hips hard, grinding their crotches together. he can already feel one of his cocks filling out past the sheathe, trying hard as he had been to control himself.]
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not that he has a lot of time to wonder, with the twin distractions of the hand's new resting place and the sudden intense pressure and friction against his tender vent, already struggling as it is to contain his lengths. he's forgetting to keep sucking, a throaty moan rumbling around those fingers instead.]
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What did I say? Look at me. [that hand shifts ever-so-gently to the side, groping, ghosting over a nipple.]
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with their eyes locked like this, dan feng can see the startled little moment dan heng realizes his nipples are sensitive, as if the defined muscle of his chest weren't already appealing enough.]
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he then makes the executive decision to try and hoist dan heng up and out of the water, to settle him on the edge of the tub. it's extravagant enough that it reminds him of his own baths in the vidyadhara compound.]
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that is a different kind of manhandling! he startles, tail clinging to dan feng's even more as he's moved, scales rubbing scales. he doesn't actually fight it, though, letting his hands drop to dan feng's shoulders to steady himself as the goosebumps of being sentenced to comparatively cold air start to kick in.]
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[dan feng's tail curls around dan heng's back, bracing him even as it's twined around its twin: an appendage of many talents.
this is because he puts his hands on dan heng's hipbones, and his mouth on dan heng's collarbone, sucking a constellation of bruises down just shy of that pert nipple.]
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