[?????????????????????? 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.]
[He pulls out - the sound is obscene, the scent of their coupling thickening - only so he can move back and hold Dan Heng's legs open, to watch his ruined hole twitch around the massive amount of fluids leaking out of it.
Dan Feng just stares for a long moment. Before he bends down and puts his mouth to use; it would almost pass for cleanup, if Dan Feng wasn't licking the mess back in, fucking him with his tongue.]
[his indignation cuts off on a shocked moan, his stretched and overstimulated cunt fluttering helplessly around his tongue as his hands fly down to tangle in dan feng's hair.]
[He's helping!!!! He's going at it enthusiastically, too, for a good moment, before standing back up and wiping his face with the back of a hand.
Because he is going to use that hand to push down, gently, below Dan Heng's navel, just to see if he's going to leak out again. He's having a great time watching how much he's ruined Dan Heng, if you can't tell.]
[He's getting fussed over whether he likes it or not. Normal Dan Feng things. Dan Feng's tail picks up his own sweater and drops it on Dan Heng, apparently not caring about what unholy mess gets on it.]
Clench. [Dan Feng bounces him a little as he picks his way to the back of the bar.] You're dripping all over the place.
[He takes a moment to nuzzle against Dan Heng's hair. And then another moment to wonder why in the name of Yaoshi's twelfth shrivelled arm did he do that.
There's an employee area a little ways off the kitchens, and evidently Dan Feng has looked around here before, because he makes a beeline for the restroom.]
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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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Dan Feng just stares for a long moment. Before he bends down and puts his mouth to use; it would almost pass for cleanup, if Dan Feng wasn't licking the mess back in, fucking him with his tongue.]
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[his indignation cuts off on a shocked moan, his stretched and overstimulated cunt fluttering helplessly around his tongue as his hands fly down to tangle in dan feng's hair.]
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Because he is going to use that hand to push down, gently, below Dan Heng's navel, just to see if he's going to leak out again. He's having a great time watching how much he's ruined Dan Heng, if you can't tell.]
You'll be feeling me for days.
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[there's another gush of come and slick and dan heng tries to wriggle away, tail lashing.]
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All right, no more. [Going to try and... yank him close (sorry not sorry for the billiard table burn) so he can be scooped up into Dan Feng's arms.]
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Clench. [Dan Feng bounces him a little as he picks his way to the back of the bar.] You're dripping all over the place.
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nasty, but cute. the nasty is to be expected.]
That might make it worse.
[but he does, in fact, clench, pressing his thighs together and tucking his face against dan feng's collarbone.]
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[He takes a moment to nuzzle against Dan Heng's hair. And then another moment to wonder why in the name of Yaoshi's twelfth shrivelled arm did he do that.
There's an employee area a little ways off the kitchens, and evidently Dan Feng has looked around here before, because he makes a beeline for the restroom.]
I think your clothes are a lost cause...
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