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"This is Dan Heng. Please text rather than calling."

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[lifeban]

[he can't resist that exposed throat. ducking to breathlessly mouth at the skin under his jaw.]

How do I taste?

headed to .. nsfw .. . town

[eggshell]

[there's a pause, where dan feng processes the question, and how dan heng had taken the situation into his own hands?]

You contemptuous wretch-

[this would be more effective if dan feng didn't sound so throaty, or if his hands weren't trailing down dan heng's flank, thumbs digging into the sharp jut of his hipbones.

he tastes like dan feng can't get enough.] ... was that flirting?

very much on that nsfw journey yes

[lifeban]

[bites down, though his tail is finding dan feng's and tangling with it, and he's pressing his weight down against him firmer with those hands.]

...Yes.

[eggshell]

Dan Heng.

[warbled, a little desperate. dan feng's back arches when their tails twine; it was comforting to his touch-starved self when not in the context of arousal, but here it made all the blood in his head rush downwards. what the hell.

a hand suddenly digs fingers into the base of dan heng's tail, where the furred mane starts.]

I want you, I want to destroy you-

[lifeban]

I'm only indulging one of those, unless you mean destroying me with your- nnh-

[cutting off from the inevitably filthy thing he was saying to groan with great feeling, spine arching when dan feng digs his fingers in just so.]

[eggshell]

[taking this opportunity to try and roll them over! it's debatable if he succeeds, because he's still dizzy and uncoordinated, not to mention really fucking turned on, because dan heng smells incredible.]

[lifeban]

[dan heng... allows this. probably unwisely, he knows, but he is not immune to wanting the weight of his partner pressing him down. he curls fingers in dan feng's belt loops as if to keep him from using the leverage to escape.]

[eggshell]

[he manages to knock over a nearby bar stool as he tries to right himself, and dan feng mostly (?) succeeds, ending up with their legs slotted together like puzzle pieces. he can't help the buck of his hips, rutting against dan heng's thigh, pressed against him in one long line of heat.]

Really? Here? Dis- hah - gusting- [like he's not the one, you know, practically jumping his leg.]

[lifeban]

Shut up-

[he rocks up against him, full-bodied, rutting against dan feng's thigh in turn.]

It's not stopping you.

[eggshell]

[Dan Heng is right, which annoys the living daylights out of him. He rucks up Dan Heng's top with cold, clumsy fingers, petting along the curve of his abs.]

Does he know you're here?

[lifeban]

[hissing through his teeth, muscles tensing with the cold touching previously protected skin, and squirms.]

Yes.

[eggshell]

[he pinches harshly at a nipple with zero warning.]

Does he know you can't keep your legs closed?

[lifeban]

[yelps and bucks, trying to flip them.]

That's not what this is!

But he knows why I'm here.

[eggshell]

[they switch positions again, but dan feng is immediately trying to undo dan heng's pants--

wait.]

Did you tell him you were... that we were... [he opens his mouth. closes it.] That we. Were. Going to.

[lifeban]

I wasn't going to keep it from him.

[bracing himself steadily and reaching down to undo his pants himself, slowpoke.]

[eggshell]

[there's too many things happening at him.]

What is this, then?

[clearly he knows what's happening, though, considering how he slides his hand into dan heng's pants as soon as his fly is open, grinding a palm into between his legs, almost desperately.]

[lifeban]

You aren't subtle about wanting me, and unfortunately I appear to be- nnhah-

[that's rougher and more abrupt and better than he expected, dragging a moan out of him and making his whole body curve lower, more into dan feng's space.]

[eggshell]

[There's the restraining order smile again. A little lopsided, and Dan Feng's hand stills between his legs.]

Oh? Is my cute little successor negging back?

[lifeban]

[growls, tail lashing, vent squeezing needily and notably against his palm.]

Dan Feng.

[eggshell]

What do we say when we want something?

[lifeban]

Fuck me.

[eggshell]

[?????????????????????????

Dan Feng bluescreens for about two seconds. And then he snarls, moving to catch Dan Heng by the waist and stand up, with a single-minded goal: to bend Dan Heng over the billiards table and fuck the living daylights out of him.]

You wanton whore.

[lifeban]

[dan heng lets his predecessor up, allows himself to be manhandled, because it's dan feng doing something. still shooting him a breathlessly aroused glare over his shoulder as he's bent over the table, though.]

You're going to pay me? How cute.

[eggshell]

[The look Dan Feng gives him clearly says he's thrown off by Dan Heng's newfound (?) sass. Where did that stoicism go. He yanks Dan Heng's pants down to his knees with savage petulance.]

You're not even worth an Immortal's Delight.

[And with that scathing reply, Dan Feng spreads Dan Heng's thighs with his hands, and licks a rough, firm stripe up his entrance.]

[lifeban]

[he has just enough time to roll his eyes at the insult before he's snapping his mouth shut with an audible click of teeth, jerking bodily, hips canting up and back encouragingly.]