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.
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[His tail curls around Dan Heng's painfully tight, like he's subconsciously trying to keep Dan Heng pliant and in place. He would have teased, degraded Dan Heng any other time (in his thoughts, yes, he's had them), but like this he's helpless to do anything but try and mold dan heng's insides to the shape of his cocks.
The pace does not falter, even as Dan Feng reaches around his hipbone, hand petting down his stomach and finding Dan Heng's cocks.]
[that hand may be waylaid on the way to its goal, because he'll be able to feel his cocks ravaging dan heng through the skin of his belly when he fucks in deep, his whole body somehow seizing up tighter still when dan heng realizes exactly how stretched thin he is to contain the man railing him into the table.]
[He was already tight beyond anything Dan Feng had ever touched, and that clenching pushes him over the edge immediately, his hand pressing down hard on Dan Heng's stomach. He thinks he can actually feel his own cocks twitch through the wall of muscle, and he whines wordlessly against Dan Heng's hair, feeling his own seed bubble out sluggishly from where they're joined.
The clarity of this man is going to be able to make me do anything hits him. He's screwed.] Dan Heng.
[whether it's the press of dan feng's palm or the wet heat filling up what little space remained within him that undoes him is up for debate, but that's not the point. the point is that he's coming too, his own come spilling across his belly and dan feng's hand and the table, cocks twitching untouched.
of course, this means the unreal clutch around dan feng intensifies, dan heng's own slick squirting and making the mess squeezing out of him wetter still as he shudders and gasps his way through orgasm.]
[Dan Feng hisses, cocks oversensitive inside Dan Heng's warmth, but he likes the feeling, nerves scraped raw, and there was something primal in his brain that made him want to stay pressed as close to Dan Heng as possible, as long as possible.]
Should keep you like this. A warm hole to breed. [Mumbled, drunk on Dan Heng's scent and heat, rocking his hips gently as he has not gone soft.] Mate.
[dan feng's voice, words dig into his hindbrain and drag a desperate little moan out of him, another wave of arousal and gush of his own slick betraying how into it he is even further.
about six sassy responses distantly come to mind, but instead he's scraping his braincells together just enough to clap his hand over his own mouth so he doesn't say anything half as embarrassing as dan feng is, even though he's shifting to encourage the slide of those cocks inside him.]
[Dan Feng is going to regret his horny posting on main later isn't he.]
I want to see you.
[He pulls out - the squelch is obscene, not to mention the sheer amount of fluid dripping out of Dan Heng - just so he can try and cajole/manhandle/roll him over.]
[dan heng would really prefer to have a few moments to just lay there on his belly and shiver as so very, very much of their fluids flows out of him, his stretched-open cunt twitching pathetically. after all, even with the sheer mess that had already been forced out of him, that was only the amount that had managed to slip past dan feng's cocks.
but he's not getting that opportunity, and he's not too resistant to being rolled over, though he furrows his brow and wriggles a little lower on the table so the raised edge isn't digging into the base of his tail, ass and legs just hanging off it, save for how he's hitching them around dan feng to drag him back inside.
though he's stubbornly keeping his mouth covered, he's unavoidably a debauched mess, on display for dan feng like this. his own lengths are still hard, flushed and dripping even with the smeared come of his own painted on his belly, and he isn't aware of the tear tracks obvious on his face.]
[As soon as he's sort of vaguely the right way up again, Dan Feng is immediately fucking back into him, one slow, long, wet thrust to the hilt. He drapes Dan Heng's legs over his shoulders, and his tail curls around a calf to hold him there.
He's busy looking at where they're joined-]
You take me so well, it is like you were made for...
[He trails off, having looked at Dan Hen's face. He reaches up to yank at that hand, trying to see his expression.] Why are you hiding? It's just me.
[the thick slide of dan feng plugging him full again makes his back arch, his broken moan mostly muffled by his own hand. his own tail curves to wrap around dan feng's lower thigh, needy.
but dan heng is far too boneless with pleasure and in the wake of coming so hard that his resistance to having his hand pulled away is pretty pathetic.]
Dan Feng leans over him- pressing in as deeply as he can- and cradles Dan Heng's jaw in his hands.]
You look like a used whore. Our whore.
[And then he dips his head to lick gently at those tear tracks; Dan Heng would be able to feel his cocks jump inside him as he does, filling out even more, impossibly.]
[like this, he can't muffle his sounds into his hand or the felt of the table, so the unconscious whine as dan feng somehow presses even deeper, gets even bigger-- it's unavoidable. it's right there, in the open, as are the new tears that drip to meet dan feng's tongue.]
[He sounds unsure, himself, because normally he can't even say sex out loud, but he's surprisingly capable of saying the most carnally vulgar things if it's couched in insult. Even if it's obviously less of an insult and more of Dan Feng's brain cells liquefying out of his ears.]
I can't help it. [He trails kisses from the corner of his eye, up to an ear, taking the lobe of it between his teeth gently.] You are beautiful like this.
except then he says that, right into dan heng's too-sensitive ear, and the bastard can feel him twitch and shudder in response. he digs his heel harder into dan feng's lower back, like that at all covers for it.]
[?????????????????????? Does Dan Heng like him rude? What? He can't be turned on by a compliment can he? Dan Feng is too horny to figure the mental gymnastics of this out.]
You are so confusing. [Mumbled, as he dips a hand between them to take one of those cocks in hand.] You should be honest with me. I'll take care of you.
[dan heng is not normally prone to hysteria, but like. dan feng has both cocks stuffed so deep into him their vents are all but kissing, and the hand on one of his previously neglected cocks makes him gasp and shiver with new stimulation, and he's getting desperate. this is insane. dan feng saying anything like this isn't something he can handle.]
[His hand slowly starts stroking, enough to stimulate but not really enough for anything else. He presses their chests flush together, dreaming of taking Dan Heng's breath away. Literally.]
I have filled you so much that Jing Yuan would be fucking my seed out of you for days. [He says this with no trace of shame; he's that far gone.]
[mmmmyep hysteria. the weight on his chest would be helping, kind of is? except also he's keyed up enough that any contact with his nipples is just another point of overwhelming pleasure, to go along with the insane fullness and the hand on his cock and he's whining, bucking under him to try and force the issue.]
[Dan Feng, having noticed this petulance, deals with it by hauling Dan Heng even closer. He changes angle, keeping him folded in half, but holding his hips up- so every long, slow thrust drags blunt, unyielding pressure against his cunt's sweet spot. He feels even better like this, slick and hot, lost and close enough that they're just panting wetly into each other's mouths instead of kissing.]
[it isn't like he can deny it. he wants to, sure, but he knows that saying he's not whining will only come out as a whine. so dan heng finally gives in and grabs for dan feng, nails digging into his back as he kisses him with all the desperation of someone trying to muffle the needy sounds every agonizing thrust fucks out of him. yeah, there are teeth involved, but he's mostly aiming to distract.]
[Are we fucking or fighting what is going on here???? Dan Heng is apparently very good at making his wires cross - maybe he's good at distracting Dan Feng in general? the little menace? - because those teeth are sharp and nippy and Dan Feng's eyes start to glaze back over with feral lust.
There's a hand petting up his jaw, hair- and around his uninjured horn, firm at the base of it- and that's how Dan Feng holds him in place as his pace speeds up once again.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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The pace does not falter, even as Dan Feng reaches around his hipbone, hand petting down his stomach and finding Dan Heng's cocks.]
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The clarity of this man is going to be able to make me do anything hits him. He's screwed.] Dan Heng.
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of course, this means the unreal clutch around dan feng intensifies, dan heng's own slick squirting and making the mess squeezing out of him wetter still as he shudders and gasps his way through orgasm.]
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Should keep you like this. A warm hole to breed. [Mumbled, drunk on Dan Heng's scent and heat, rocking his hips gently as he has not gone soft.] Mate.
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about six sassy responses distantly come to mind, but instead he's scraping his braincells together just enough to clap his hand over his own mouth so he doesn't say anything half as embarrassing as dan feng is, even though he's shifting to encourage the slide of those cocks inside him.]
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I want to see you.
[He pulls out - the squelch is obscene, not to mention the sheer amount of fluid dripping out of Dan Heng - just so he can try and cajole/manhandle/roll him over.]
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but he's not getting that opportunity, and he's not too resistant to being rolled over, though he furrows his brow and wriggles a little lower on the table so the raised edge isn't digging into the base of his tail, ass and legs just hanging off it, save for how he's hitching them around dan feng to drag him back inside.
though he's stubbornly keeping his mouth covered, he's unavoidably a debauched mess, on display for dan feng like this. his own lengths are still hard, flushed and dripping even with the smeared come of his own painted on his belly, and he isn't aware of the tear tracks obvious on his face.]
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He's busy looking at where they're joined-]
You take me so well, it is like you were made for...
[He trails off, having looked at Dan Hen's face. He reaches up to yank at that hand, trying to see his expression.] Why are you hiding? It's just me.
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but dan heng is far too boneless with pleasure and in the wake of coming so hard that his resistance to having his hand pulled away is pretty pathetic.]
Mmhggh?!
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He'd been crying.
Dan Feng leans over him- pressing in as deeply as he can- and cradles Dan Heng's jaw in his hands.]
You look like a used whore. Our whore.
[And then he dips his head to lick gently at those tear tracks; Dan Heng would be able to feel his cocks jump inside him as he does, filling out even more, impossibly.]
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You-- how can you say all that--?!
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[He sounds unsure, himself, because normally he can't even say sex out loud, but he's surprisingly capable of saying the most carnally vulgar things if it's couched in insult. Even if it's obviously less of an insult and more of Dan Feng's brain cells liquefying out of his ears.]
I can't help it. [He trails kisses from the corner of his eye, up to an ear, taking the lobe of it between his teeth gently.] You are beautiful like this.
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except then he says that, right into dan heng's too-sensitive ear, and the bastard can feel him twitch and shudder in response. he digs his heel harder into dan feng's lower back, like that at all covers for it.]
Nnh- nevermind. Keep being rude instead.
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You are so confusing. [Mumbled, as he dips a hand between them to take one of those cocks in hand.] You should be honest with me. I'll take care of you.
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[dan heng is not normally prone to hysteria, but like. dan feng has both cocks stuffed so deep into him their vents are all but kissing, and the hand on one of his previously neglected cocks makes him gasp and shiver with new stimulation, and he's getting desperate. this is insane. dan feng saying anything like this isn't something he can handle.]
More.
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[His hand slowly starts stroking, enough to stimulate but not really enough for anything else. He presses their chests flush together, dreaming of taking Dan Heng's breath away. Literally.]
I have filled you so much that Jing Yuan would be fucking my seed out of you for days. [He says this with no trace of shame; he's that far gone.]
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[mmmmyep hysteria. the weight on his chest would be helping, kind of is? except also he's keyed up enough that any contact with his nipples is just another point of overwhelming pleasure, to go along with the insane fullness and the hand on his cock and he's whining, bucking under him to try and force the issue.]
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[Dan Feng, having noticed this petulance, deals with it by hauling Dan Heng even closer. He changes angle, keeping him folded in half, but holding his hips up- so every long, slow thrust drags blunt, unyielding pressure against his cunt's sweet spot. He feels even better like this, slick and hot, lost and close enough that they're just panting wetly into each other's mouths instead of kissing.]
You sought me out for this, so be good for me.
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There's a hand petting up his jaw, hair- and around his uninjured horn, firm at the base of it- and that's how Dan Feng holds him in place as his pace speeds up once again.]
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