[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.]
[he reaaaaally did not need another sensitive spot getting exploited. the grip on his good horn, dan feng fucking him faster at this newer, more devastating angle-- the kiss isn't even really muffling how nearly every thrust that strikes home jars a moan out of him, and they're escalating to cries quickly as he's dragged bodily towards another orgasm.]
[Have you considered. Not sleeping with the guy who was literally your old body maybe.]
Louder, you sound so good-
[He's just mouthing mindlessly at Dan Heng's jaw at this point- there's already a new constellation of bruises down his throat- and Dan Feng chases his pleasure without mercy. When his hips stutter, and he comes, Dan Heng's name is moaned in his ear with the sort of helpless ecstasy one would attribute to religious revelations.]
[he has made errors but they are, at least, very sexy ones.
it's pretty embarrassing, the degree to which hearing his own name in someone else's pleasured moans deletes his brain. but probably no one can blame him? unfortunately he's really only fucked people who have either called him by someone else's name or are just overall not attached to reality enough that it's genuinely heartening even past his arousal. though don't get it twisted, it definitely is the final straw in every single one of his muscles coiling tight and the wet burst of his climax between them as both his cocks but also his cunt make a fine mess of them both.
he does scream this time. it's dan feng's name, which seems fair enough.]
[there's a breathless little huff of what might be a laugh, making his overworked inner muscles spasm around dan feng's softening cocks, their fluids squelching out around them in an absolutely filthy sound. this only makes him tense, which does it again.]
That's... inconvenient.
[but he's paffing vaguely at dan feng's scratched up back.]
[dan heng makes a wheezy little noise, but ultimately accepts this. dan feng might be able to notice a subtle rounding to his successor's belly, from how full he's been fucked, with even those softening cocks still keeping him mostly plugged. petting continues, clumsy and absent-minded.]
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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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Louder, you sound so good-
[He's just mouthing mindlessly at Dan Heng's jaw at this point- there's already a new constellation of bruises down his throat- and Dan Feng chases his pleasure without mercy. When his hips stutter, and he comes, Dan Heng's name is moaned in his ear with the sort of helpless ecstasy one would attribute to religious revelations.]
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it's pretty embarrassing, the degree to which hearing his own name in someone else's pleasured moans deletes his brain. but probably no one can blame him? unfortunately he's really only fucked people who have either called him by someone else's name or are just overall not attached to reality enough that it's genuinely heartening even past his arousal. though don't get it twisted, it definitely is the final straw in every single one of his muscles coiling tight and the wet burst of his climax between them as both his cocks but also his cunt make a fine mess of them both.
he does scream this time. it's dan feng's name, which seems fair enough.]
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He's finally softening inside Dan Heng, and he pulls back just enough to- lift a hand lazily and make a familiar, twisting gesture with two fingers.]
... I forgot. [Mumbled in a daze.] Don't have cloudhymn. T' clean.
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That's... inconvenient.
[but he's paffing vaguely at dan feng's scratched up back.]
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[He doesn't actually get up, in fact, his full weight drapes on Dan Heng, as he mindlessly angles for more petting.]
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In a minute...
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[They do smell identical, at the heart of it, but now there's the sweetness of the Abundance edging the weapon oil-book smell that Dan Heng carried.
Dan Feng's hands wander down Dan Heng's sides, content to just luxuriate in his warmth, looking down as he moves to pull out-]
Oh. [Strained. What little brain cells had reformed were now starting to trickle out of his head again.] You look like I just bred you.
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[of course he's a pedantic lil fucker.
but he makes a questioning little sound in the back of his throat, looks down between them, and-- shivers. fuck.]
Ah...
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