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

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[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.]

[eggshell]

[Dan Feng has never slept with a Vidyadhara before - most of his own species tended to give him a very wide berth - but he knows, at least, what feels good for him, and no matter what configuration Dan Heng has decided to live his life with, he's pretty confident he can deliver.

There's a tongue spearing Dan Heng open without any preamble, fucking into him like it's a taste of what Dan Feng plans to do. One of his hands slide upwards to give an asscheek a resounding smack, specifically so Dan Feng can feel him jump, because he really is just like that.]

[lifeban]

[this being dan heng's true form, no cloudhymn allowed, he's not too different below the belt than dan feng himself. his own (barely) sheathed lengths are side by side when unleashed, which may differ, but he can't see that just yet--

oh, no, the ass slap does the trick, dan heng's whole body drawing tight all at once enough to squeeze out his cocks in a split second. there they are, soaking wet and translucent at the tips.]

[eggshell]

[He stills, pulls back, breathing ragged. Dan Feng is no blushing virgin but he was not prepared for the spike of pure lust, something that felt like animal instinct, when Dan Heng's scent fills the air.

He frantically undoes his own fly, kicking Dan Heng's legs apart as his tail curls around Dan Heng's.]

You are so- [mmmfgh. Dan Feng's braincells have melted into soup. What the hell.]

[lifeban]

Come on--!

[this is no longer the time for sass. this is dan heng's tail winding tight around dan feng's in return, his hips lifting in invitation, soaking wet and needy, his scent and taste heavy in the air and on dan feng's tongue.]

[eggshell]

[There's a hand bracing itself between Dan Heng's shoulder blades, the other hand clawed at his hip.

He does not have the self-control to ask properly; all Dan Heng would have as warning is a murmured inhale, didi into his temple- before Dan Feng sheathes both cocks into his cunt, in one sharp jolt.]

[lifeban]

[jing yuan is big. it might seem like a non sequitur, but it's not! jing yuan is big, and has fucked him, you know, pretty recently. but he's also the only one dan heng has had, and one big human dick does not prepare him for both dragon dicks. not even close.

what is close is that he doesn't scream. barely. it's a near thing. he definitely shouts, squeezing tight around those intruding lengths in response to the shock of it all.]

[eggshell]

Ssshh. [Dan Heng is tight, tight enough that Dan Feng was thinking about cloudhymn to soothe him. He did not have that here, so instead, he curls over Dan Heng's back, blanketing him with his weight, as much as his tail would allow.]

You're incredible. [His voice cracks a little, throaty pleasure obvious in his tone. His hips jerk in tiny increments, but he is trying his best to let Dan Heng adjust, at least.

Dan Feng isn't quite interested in breaking his things so early.] So good for me. Breathe, dear.

[lifeban]

[the warm weight of dan feng along his back helps. pinning him is grounding, reminding him where he is with the felt of the billiard table cushioning his cheek, who he's with from their twined tails and the weight not dissimilar from his own.

it takes longer for dan heng to realize he's the source of the whining sound. it's hard to imagine that there's room inside him to even make noise, as overstuffed as he feels. every miniscule shift is far too apparent, when he's this full. to say dan feng is hitting the sensitive places inside him would be an understatement. simply staying within him is stimulating them relentlessly, and every little jerk of dan feng's hips knocks loose a desperate sound.

the praise, too, is undoing him. processing is hard, but the tone has him twitching his own hips as if seeking approval.]

[eggshell]

[The whining sound makes his heart clench, and he yanks at Dan Heng's collar, latching teeth into the bare skin at the join of his neck and shoulder.

Perhaps the Dan Feng who was Dan Heng's foundation would have been more gentle, but he can't wait. He doesn't want to wait. The urge to claim Dan Heng is too strong and primal and honestly even without the draconic, animal instinct - Dan Feng would have wanted to ruin him utterly anyway.

He pulls out, just enough so the tips of his cocks stay in - and snaps his hips forward, starting a brutal, punishing pace.]

[lifeban]

[the teeth in his skin have dan heng keening, which only escalates when dan feng starts fucking him. he's scrabbling for purchase on the tabletop, inner muscles spasming and fluttering as he can do absolutely nothing but take it.]