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10:55 am

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

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[eggshell]

[his phone is ringing the entire time????????? HELLO???????]

[lifeban]

[SLAMS THE BAR DOOR OPEN, blushing furiously.]

[eggshell]

[dan feng is literally lying on a billiards table like it's a bed. there are several strawberry candy wrappers littered beside him. he lifts his head slightly, brightens up when he sees dan heng, tries to get off said table, and proceeds to overbalance and fall off.]

[lifeban]

[......aeons, his own taste.

stomps over to scoop him up.]

[eggshell]

[GRABS AT HIM TO PULL HIM DOWN]

[lifeban]

[shit, he did not expect that. falls on him with a yelp.]

[eggshell]

[luckily the bar is deserted at ass o clock in the evening, because dan feng takes this Great Opportunity to try and bite him just under his jaw.]

[lifeban]

[fffffuck, lets him, shifting to try and pin him in the meantime. to the fucking... bar floor. sure.]

[eggshell]

[dan feng gets a good lick up the column of his throat before he gets pinned to the slightly sticky bar floor?? he's still vaguely dizzy and he also doesn't really think dan heng is a threat, so. whatever.]

You taste like skin. [he sounds put out by this.]

[lifeban]

[shiverssss and withdraws to Look at him. grabbing at his jaw.]

Obviously. Did you wash your mouth?

[he does not want even secondhand mistletoe poisoning thank you,]

[eggshell]

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

he's been mouthing at candy for a while so all of the mistletoe is probably gone... dan feng answers by saying ahhh. his fangs are glazed pink, sticky, like the rest of his mouth.

he is also visibly confused into compliance, pupils trying and failing to focus on dan heng.]

[lifeban]

[wow he is probably way too fucked up to be considered consenting here, huh.

careful breathsniff.

then kissing him.]

[eggshell]

[???????????]

[it's like mouthing at a wet, great value jolly rancher that's strawberry lube flavored.

it would be better if dan feng was actually kissing him back, but he's not, he's just- mouth open? there? he makes a questioning noise? what is happening here?]

[lifeban]

[for lan's sake buddy get with the program

bites him.]

[eggshell]

[that gets an involuntary sound out of him, half warning growl, half startled groan, but it works: he slides a hand to cradle the back of dan heng's head, and holds him right there, so he can slot their mouths together properly.]

[lifeban]

[good. better. dan heng has grown pretty practiced at kissing jing yuan, but it's different with two sets of fangs, and he lets dan feng adjust them.]

[eggshell]

[he can't tell whose fangs nicked whose, but there's the welcome metallic tang of blood, and dan feng licks it out of dan heng's mouth feverishly.

he's the one who breaks the kiss first, though, head lolling a little bit to the side.]

What...?

[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.]