[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.]
[The restroom is cramped, the usual shower/toilet combination, and Dan Feng sets him on the closed seat.
He moves away to get something to wipe Dan Heng off, with the rote efficiency of someone who's had to clean bodily fluids off himself a thousand times.]
[absently agreeing. a bed would be better. not thinking about how he's agreeing easily to a next time. he did instigate this, after all.
he can feel fluids dripping out of him once he's sitting, grimaces and shifts so he's straddling the thick base of his own tail, a more effective tactic than just clenching his overworked muscles. but also maybe silly to look at.]
[Dan Feng comes back with a half-filled bucket of warm water and a dish towel to this... spectacle. It occurs to him he's never actually seen another one of his own species like this, much less another High Elder, and it's ... weirdly domestic.]
What in Yaoshi's name are you doing? [crouching before him and poking his tail.]
[It's simultaneously really weird and really cute to see his own face pout like that.]
Come dries itchy on the scales, didi. [Dan Feng reaches up to rub a knuckle gently against one of Dan Heng's horns.] Come on then. Legs on my shoulders so I can clean you out.
[WHAT WAS EVEN THE POINT OF SITTING HIM DOWN AND KNEELING?! He's pretty well folded in half up against the wall like this, choking on a gasp of surprise and having dan feng abruptly inside him again.]
[Listen he has the self-control of a teaspoon ok. Dan Heng sat like that all cutely awkward and Dan Feng's brain cells decided to give up immediately.]
Stop squirming. [He crooks his fingers inside repeatedly.]
[he is utterly failing at not squirming, which is really only helping with the filthy squelch of fluids dan feng is working out of him.]
Hhhow am I supposed to not squirm!?
[wrapping his arms around dan feng's shoulders with the panicked air of a cat being given a bath, voice thick, though his tail is curling tightly around dan feng's.]
[He says, right into Dan Heng's ear, half-annoyed, half-amused. Dan Heng's so flexible Dan Feng is already daydreaming of tucking his ankles behind his head; if Dan Feng could do it, so could his cute little successor. Probably.]
Just a little more. [The next thrust has four fingers, almost lazy.] You can have me next time if you want revenge.
[A few more minutes pass of this until it's also abundantly clear that Dan Feng is no longer cleaning him out but just. Fingering him and greatly enjoying the look on Dan Heng's face. Oops.]
[Dan Feng gentles the kiss, less of devouring and more of luxuriating in the familiarity of it.]
Oh, I'm so scared. [There's the aggravating mockery yes, as he doesn't waste any more time, fingering him in earnest. Honestly he just wants to see Dan Heng's face again when he comes undone.]
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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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...Probably.
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[Maybe this was all a ploy for Dan Feng to get Dan Heng to wear his clothes....]
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Once we've cleaned up a bit more we can assess.
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[The restroom is cramped, the usual shower/toilet combination, and Dan Feng sets him on the closed seat.
He moves away to get something to wipe Dan Heng off, with the rote efficiency of someone who's had to clean bodily fluids off himself a thousand times.]
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[absently agreeing. a bed would be better. not thinking about how he's agreeing easily to a next time. he did instigate this, after all.
he can feel fluids dripping out of him once he's sitting, grimaces and shifts so he's straddling the thick base of his own tail, a more effective tactic than just clenching his overworked muscles. but also maybe silly to look at.]
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What in Yaoshi's name are you doing? [crouching before him and poking his tail.]
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I'm not leaking.
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Come dries itchy on the scales, didi. [Dan Feng reaches up to rub a knuckle gently against one of Dan Heng's horns.] Come on then. Legs on my shoulders so I can clean you out.
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but he wiggles and hooks his legs over dan feng's shoulders. tail still in place, it's a process, okay,]
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He then carts Dan Heng the scant few steps towards the tiled wall so he can press him up against it, and hilt three fingers inside him. Cleaning!]
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[WHAT WAS EVEN THE POINT OF SITTING HIM DOWN AND KNEELING?! He's pretty well folded in half up against the wall like this, choking on a gasp of surprise and having dan feng abruptly inside him again.]
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Stop squirming. [He crooks his fingers inside repeatedly.]
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Hhhow am I supposed to not squirm!?
[wrapping his arms around dan feng's shoulders with the panicked air of a cat being given a bath, voice thick, though his tail is curling tightly around dan feng's.]
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[He says, right into Dan Heng's ear, half-annoyed, half-amused. Dan Heng's so flexible Dan Feng is already daydreaming of tucking his ankles behind his head; if Dan Feng could do it, so could his cute little successor. Probably.]
Just a little more. [The next thrust has four fingers, almost lazy.] You can have me next time if you want revenge.
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[clenching tight around his fingers, then easing up in a very intentional way, clearly struggling.]
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he's so very oversensitive and getting worked up again. surging forward enough to bite at his shoulder.]
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The cutest little successor. [Yeah just pressing him up against the wall even more...] Give me one more? I'll carry you back to Sloth.
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One. And prepare yourself for next time.
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Oh, I'm so scared. [There's the aggravating mockery yes, as he doesn't waste any more time, fingering him in earnest. Honestly he just wants to see Dan Heng's face again when he comes undone.]
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[He doesn't say anything else, but he croons wordlessly into Dan Heng's temple, an instinctual sound.]
Come for me.
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