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ink written on your soul;

[ dan feng will be arriving shortly, and yingxing can't help but to feel slightly nervous.

it's odd, for him, he's never nervous before his clients come in. he knows his worth, knows his own level of skill - he is one of the luofu's most sought after tattoo artists, most clients need to book well in advance, and yingxing is self-assured enough to never be anxious. but dan feng.. he's different. the moment he first laid eyes on the man, yingxing was entranced, and he knows for damned sure that he wants this tattoo to be up to his highest standards, to perfectly match the elegant, beautiful canvas he'll be applying it on.

they've only met in person once or twice now, to go over the design, most of their correspondence has been via email as yingxing worked on developing the piece, but to say he's got a stupid schoolboy crush would be an understatement. it's embarrassing, honestly, and unprofessional as well, so he's made sure to maintain the healthy boundary between them, even if the idea of seeing dan feng again is enough to get his heart fluttering against his ribs. ridiculous. he's well into his thirties, there's no reason to behave as if this man is his first crush, as if he's not a grown man with a job to do.

even still, once dan feng arrives it gets easier. something about the man simply puts yingxing at ease, calms his soul. he's just finishing sanitizing his station when dan feng appears in the doorway, and yingxing offers him a nod. ]

Come in. I'm ready for you.

[ he says, gesturing to the bench in front of him as he snaps on a pair of black nitrile gloves. ]

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[There's something about showing Yingxing -- showing anyone -- what he needs covered up that makes Dan Feng exceptionally anxious. Other than his grandmother, only Jingliu knew about it... and he'd often done his best not to look at his own back in mirrors. He never wore anything that could risk showing any of it.

But if he was to get this tattoo, Yingxing would need to see.]

Alright... but.. just know that it's a lot.

[His voice is quiet, his nerves flickering into his eyes before he's tugging his long hair forward over one shoulder and shifting so that his back is to Yingxing. Dan Feng takes a breath.. before tugging his shirt off over his head.

The scarring on his back is extensive, jagged torn lines stretching and crossing his back from above his right shoulderblade, down below his left, and down to the small of his back. The scars are clearly several years old by now... but they would clearly be with him for the rest of his life, very unlikely to fade even over decades.]

[ dan feng turns away from him and tugs his loose shirt over his head, and for a moment it's a struggle to stay professional - but only for a moment. it soon becomes apparent just what dan feng wanted covered up, as yingxing glances over the deep, extensive scarring along his smooth back, his brow furrowed. ]

Don't worry. You're not the first who's wanted to cover up scars, and you won't be the last.

[ his voice is conversational, but gentle. in order to want these covered up, and given how hesitant he had been to show them, yingxing can only gather that he must be quite self-conscious about them. but he'a a professional, and it's his job to give the customer what they want, to make them happy, so he takes this plenty seriously. ]

I'm going to touch you, if that's okay.

[ he says, then lifts his hands, carefully feeling over the scars with a decent amount of pressure, testing the tautness of the damaged tissue as he leans in. ]

[Even knowing that covering up scars was a popular reason for people to get tattoos, Dan Feng still found himself struggling with just how bad his own scars were. Jingliu had told him that anyone who would judge him upon seeing the scars weren't worth his concern, but it had always been one thing to hear that and another entirely to feel it.

Dan Feng's hands close around the soft fabric of his shirt as he does his best to keep himself from going tense down his back. He was self-conscious... but he was certain that he could trust Yingxing. It was part of why he chose him in particular for this.]

That's fine..

[It wouldn't be the first time Yingxing had touched his skin... and Dan Feng could only hope he'd enough control over himself not to react as he had the previous two times at that event. But he isn't completely prepared for the careful exploratory touches. The next breath he takes trembles audibly enough in this quiet room.. and he can't stop the faint shiver that curls down his spine.]

[ despite how tightly he clings to his professionalism, yingxing would have to be a fool not to notice dan feng's reactions - the way his breath shudders like that, audible even over the quiet music, and that shiver..

fuck it. you only live once. if yingxing is entirely wrong about his assumptions regarding dan feng's interest, well, he's going to look like an absolute idiot at best, and a complete, intolerable creep at worst, but.. he's pretty sure he isn't wrong. this thing rapidly developing between them - it's real, and swallowing the both of them alive.

carefully, yingxing's fingertips explore, but something changes. his touch becomes lighter, and rather than pressing and massaging the scar tissue to test it, he's simply tracing the path of them, following the patterns until he's soon not touching his scars at all, he's just touching him, dragging his knuckles down dan feng's back, over scars and cool, impossibly soft skin. ]

I see why you suggested cherry blossoms.

[ he says, quietly, shifting in his seat a little so that he's fully facing dan feng's back, making it all the easier to tip his head down, his warm breath ghosting across the rise of dan feng's shoulder. his heart pounds against his ribs, yingxing's eyelids dropping low. ]

But I've got another idea.. if you trust my judgment.

[Dan Feng notices immediately when the way Yingxing is touching him changes, when his touch changes from something impersonal and searching... to something far more intimate. The man's fingers are still tracing his scars at first, and Dan Feng's breath catches in his chest.

While he'd thought this thing between them was simply his imagination or wishful thinking... he would have to be incredibly dense to miss just what the intent behind Yingxing's touches was.

He knows precisely the patterns of his scars... which means he also knows the moment that touch strays from them completely. It feels so nice, having those warm hands on his skin, and Dan Feng can't even stop the way his breathing picks up just a little at first.

Yingxing's warm breath ghosts against his skin.. and Dan Feng shivers fully, his breath trembling as he releases it.]

I.. [There's something faintly breathless in the way he speaks.] I do trust you..

[ dan feng doesn't immediately reject him, doesn't jump to his feet and slap him across the face for his behavior (it would be warranted), and that's all that yingxing needs to go for it.

his hands settle at dan feng's hips, broad and strong, thumbs rubbing circles against bare skin as he leans in further, his mouth dragging hot along dan feng's bare shoulder, then up along the slope that leads to his throat. heat coils in his stomach at the way dan feng's words fall from his lips, breathless enough to be exceedingly arousing, and it punches a hole straight to his libido, snagging his insides and squeezing.

it's dan feng's last chance to put an end to this, to pull away before yingxing loses what little restraint he has left. ]

Good. I'll give you exactly what you want.

[ his voice rumbles, deep and suggestive, as yingxing presses open-mouthed kisses along the column of dan feng's mouth, both arms coiling around his middle, warm palm sliding over his exposed abdomen as he tugs dan feng back against his own body. ]

[Yingxing's hands come to rest on his hips, and Dan Feng's heart races in his chest, the pace of his breathing picking up even further. Those warm hands feel so hot against his skin, each touch like fire as it sends waves of warmth through his body. Never once has he ever experienced something quite like this, regardless of how warm a partner had been in comparison to himself.

The artist's warm mouth on his bare shoulder feels better than it has any right to, and it's really all Dan Feng can do to keep himself quieter. He'd always thought himself a rather quiet person... but perhaps that had been simply because he'd never found the right partner.

He's lost, once those hands slide against his skin -- once those hot kisses are pressed to his skin. Soft sounds of pleasure begin to chase each breath he takes, heat pooling low in his body as he feels the beginnings of an ache in his lap.]

Yingxing.. [He leans back into the artist's body, voice low and trembling as his eyes flutter closed.] .. please...

[ gods, those sounds that dan feng begins to make.. like it or not, they go straight to his cock.

yingxing's breath rushes hot beneath dan feng's ear, the arm around him coiling tightly, pulling the dragon back into his arms, into his lap, until dan feng's back is pressed up against his chest, the weight of him settling between his thighs. please, dan feng whispers, his voice so low and thick with wanting, and yingxing groans deep and rough against his skin, his skin feeling tight, heat sweeping down his body. ]

You're so beautiful..

[ he whispers, his voice gone husky, rumbling in his throat as the hand at dan feng's abdomen dips lower, palm sliding through the hollow of one hip. his fingertips skirt at dan feng's waistband, teasing but not quite pushing, not yet, though he's sorely tempted, even as he presses hot kisses to dan feng's throat, teeth dragging over his pulse. now that dan feng is warming up with arousal, yingxing can smell it - that sweet, heady omega scent that thickens in the room.

that explains at least some of their magnetic attraction, he supposes.. but only some. alphas don't go wild for every omega in their presence (heat notwithstanding), and vice versa, but the compatibility between them certainly helps. ]

[Dan Feng allows his shirt to drop away from his hands as Yingxing pulls him back into his lap, and without thinking he lifts one of his hands to allow his delicate fingers to thread into the other man's soft hair. It almost didn't feel real, that hot touch on his skin, the warm body at his back. Dan Feng had been doing everything he could to pretend his feelings didn't exist, but now... that groan against his skin is easily enough to draw hot coils of arousal down his abdomen, down to where he's already beginning to ache so desperately.]

I've wanted you.. for weeks..

[Yingxing's voice, his touch.. all of it is so overwhelming for Dan Feng. The artist wouldn't be the first alpha to have gotten their hands on him... but his touch is still like no other. They've barely begun to touch, and already the pleasure is building into something so much more than he's ever experienced.

Dan Feng's hand finds Yingxing's as those fingertips find the waistband of his pants, touch resting against the back of his hand... and pressing just slightly -- pressing down either to give permission.. or to beg to be touched. The rake of those teeth on his throat feels so good.. enough certainly to draw a low groan from his lips.]

[ that admission flares heat beneath his skin, and yingxing's grasp only tightens as his mouth opens over dan feng's pulse, tongue arching against it. he knew it, knew that he wasn't the only one experiencing this thing between them, what they've been flirting at slowly but surely for weeks. it was there in every touch, in every exchanged word and smile, pushing them together, pulling between them until yingxing all but went mad with want.

that little push of dan feng's hand against his own is all the permission that yingxing needs. his fingers slip beneath dan feng's waistband and his underclothes both, into the welcoming heat he finds there, plunging low, low enough to press the entirety of his palm between dan feng's soft, parted thighs. he's already wet - very wet - and yingxing groans to feel it, his long, clever fingers sliding through that slick slit, circling the entrance to his body. ]

Fuck --

[ he whispers harshly, while his free hand slides up over dan feng's chest, thumbing one rosy nipple to hardness before it rises higher, tipping his new lover's chin to the side to capture his mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. in the same moment, two fingers slide easily inside of him, pushing in to the second knuckle, the heel of his palm grinding against dan feng's clit, applying easy pressure. he's so damned hard in his jeans, the hot shape of his aching cock pressed against dan feng's ass, evident even through thick denim. ]

[First Yingxing's fingers, and then the rest of his hand slips down the front of his pants and underclothes, touch licking his skin like fire and Dan Feng's breath stutters in his chest. He doesn't even have time to think about it before his thighs spread further, begging with his body as those talented fingers slide through slick heat, every motion enough to draw gasps and whines from him already.

Distantly, Dan Feng knows that they're still in a business that is still otherwise open to customers and employees both, so it's all he can do to quiet the sounds Yingxing's every touch draws from him. Gods but it's so difficult, quiet moans and whines riding on his every breath that he has to bite back as best he can.

Yingxing's touch slides higher, and Dan Feng follows so easily as his chin is tipped enough for the artist to capture his lips. Pleasure blooms so deeply within him at that moment, desperate sounds muffled against warm lips as he feels two long fingers press inside of him -- as he feels pressure applied to his clit, his entire body beginning to tremble with his need.

The hand that had been on Yingxing's shifts, sliding down beside his own thigh to find the denim jeans over his new lover's -- to press his fingers so gently into his leg.. to beg him. Especially with how he feels the shape of Yingxing's cock pressed against him.]

[ dan feng's mouth is soft and warm and yielding, and yingxing groans softly against it, nipping at his plush lower lip, and licking inside. there's no delicacy to this, no gentle working up to something - no, this is all heat and hot desire, a ferocious need that has swallowed up the both of them. yingxing dives into the kiss, hungry for more, tracing every corner of dan feng's mouth with his tongue as the kiss deepens.

his head is spinning, warmth blooming in his stomach as his fingers dive deeper, fucking dan feng quick and deep, down to the last knuckle, his fingers curling tightly inside of him to seek out his sweetest spots. ]

You feel so good..

[ he whispers between hot, ferocious kisses, while his free hand smooths down again to slide over dan feng's belly, over all of that incredibly soft skin and down, to squeeze the inside of his thigh through his pants, parting his legs even further still. yingxing rolls his hips hard, grinding against dan feng's backside, his cock twitching, pressing heavy and hard against his jeans. ]

Come for me, baby. [ his voice is low and rough, rumbling against dan feng's lips. ] Let me feel you..

[Dan Feng's lips part when he feels Yingxing's teeth nip at his lower lip, a shudder working its way down his spine as he feels the other man's hot tongue against his own. There's something desperate in the way he presses into the kiss as best he can, his tongue tracing the line of the artist's teeth as he learns his shape and taste.

He's never felt so good before, not even nearly so -- certainly never with any previous partner -- and it's only Yingxing's fingers fucking into him so far. Dan Feng can feel the shape of his lover's cock hard through layers of fabric, a deep need blooming inside of him -- crashing through him in waves of fire -- a deep need to feel that cock just as roughly as the touch of long, talented fingers.

Without thought, Dan Feng allows his thigh to move where Yingxing guides him -- allows his legs to part easily enough for the man's hips to fit between them.. almost as if he needs to let the artist know just where he wants to feel him.

His fingertips curl more tightly around beautiful white hair as the sounds he breathes into the press of their lips grow more and more desperate. Never before had anyone swept him away in so much pleasure, certainly not so quickly, and the pace of each gasped breath picks up as he feels tension coiling its way through his abdomen.]

F..uck... I--mmn..!

[Still doing his best to keep his voice down, it's all Dan Feng can do to gasp against those warm lips.. before he tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder. It's intense, the way he can feel himself beginning to fall apart... but even more intense is how desperately he wants to still be touched... how desperately he wants Yingxing to fuck him into this couch. Or anywhere.]

[ he can feel dan feng getting closer and closer, his body tightening all around yingxing's fingers, and it only drives him to further heights, urging him to give his lover all of the pleasure that he can.

their mouths break apart, dan feng's head tipping back against his shoulder, and yingxing dives onto his throat, pressing hot kisses there, dragging his mouth up behind dan feng's ear to kiss along the beautiful, fresh tattoo there as his fingers plunge. the slick, wet sounds of his working hands is like music to his ears, prompting yingxing to buck his hips again, especially once dan feng angles himself back, so eager, as if he's all but offering himself up.

aeons, yingxing wants to fuck him so badly, but soon, soon. dan feng swears, and yingxing grins against his skin, knowing the inevitable approaches, and when he feels his lover arch, that sweet, warm pussy snapping tight around his fingers, yingxing hums his approval, grinding the heel of his hand against that swollen clit. ]

Good boy..

[ he whispers, his fingers still working slowly, fucking him through his orgasm until dan feng is weak and limp in his arms. ]

Fuck - I don't have a condom.

[Aeons, being called a 'good boy' should not be as hot as it is, but in Yingxing's voice it's easily enough to draw a shiver through Dan Feng's body -- a shiver wholly independent from the way he falls apart beneath the man's touch. He'd already known that his lover had talented hands.. but experiencing that this way gave that talent a whole different perspective.

Dan Feng's body trembles lightly with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his chest rising and falling with each gasped breath as he slowly eases back against Yingxing's warmth. For all that he was absolutely satisfied with the way his lover had touched him... there's still a deep ache, his body begging to be fully exhausted.. begging to be filled.

Yingxing's voice reaches his ears again, and it takes him a moment.. before Dan Feng shakes his head just slightly.]

Don't need one.. still safe...

[He gasps breathlessly, turning his head to press his brow against Yingxing's jaw. Ever since his first heat passed, Dan Feng had made it a point to maintain a course of birth control.. nothing had ever given him cause to doubt it's effectiveness either, even those few months with a particularly insistent and unpleasant alpha when he'd only just turned eighteen.]

[ yingxing keeps his fingers where they are for the moment, slowly working them in and out, helping dan feng through the sweet waves of his aftershocks. he's so wonderfully warm, so wet, yingxing can hardly imagine how good it will feel to be inside of him.. ]

.. you're sure?

[ neither of them are in season at the moment, but even still - fuck it. he's a simple man, and his cock is hard, he'll take the risk.

carefully, he slips his fingers free, leaving a trail of slick as he slides them up dan feng's abdomen and chest, then lifts them to his mouth to taste - salty and sweet, his flavor delicate, perfect. turning his head, he nudges dan feng's brow, then squeezes a hand between them to fumble with his belt, tugging it open and all but ripping open the front of his jeans. pushing down the waistband of his tight underclothes, he lets his cock spring free at last, a rush of relief as he gets a hand on it, squeezing. ]

Get in my lap, baobei. [ he murmurs, then places his hands on dan feng's hips, tugging them gently backward. ] I need to feel you.

I'm sure..

[He breathes softly, shifting carefully to ease his hand away from where he'd wrapped Yingxing's hair around his fingers. If he were asked about it later, he would be more than willing to explain just why he was so certain.. but for now he didn't want to waste the time finding the words.

The trail of Yingxing's fingers sliding up his body, leaving that trail of slick over smooth skin, feel so good -- Dan Feng can't hope to resist the way a shiver follows the older man's touch. The pace of his breathing has only just begun to settle when he feels that hand slip between them though, and his heart skips in his chest. His own hands find their way down to the front of his own pants, trembling fingers still unfastening the soft slacks more fully than they'd been opened before.

'Get in my lap', is all that he really needs to hear for Dan Feng to begin to shift, the touch of those warm hands at his hips easing him back feeling like a promise for more. The way he follows Yingxing's guidance can only be called eager. Being in someone's lap like this was completely new for him... and there was something oh so exciting about embracing the unfamiliar with this man he's wanted so desperately for weeks.]

[ den feng settles against him, and yingxing feels that his patience is wearing thin, his cock positively aching, so ready to fill him, to take what he's been dreaming about for weeks now.

reaching between dan feng's thighs, yingxing grabs hold of his cock, guiding its tip just where he wants it, the blunt head pressing against and between those soft, puffy folds made so slick already by his first orgasm. he doesn't waist any time. his free hand guides dan feng's hips back and down, while his own push upward, his thick cock sliding so easily inside of him, enveloped in the silky heat of his body.

yingxing groans, deep and rough, pressing his face into dan feng's shoulder as warmth and pleasure wash over him, thick enough to drown. ]

Baby, you feel perfect..

[ he whispers, his mouth hot and open against dan feng's bare skin, both hands coming to rest on those pretty hips, holding tightly as he rocks his hips again. ]

[Still feeling a bit shaky from his first orgasm, Dan Feng allows Yingxing to guide his movements as he lifts one of his hands to the back of the sofa to steady himself as he moves. A shiver works its way up his spine as he feels the head of his lover's cock first press against him.. and his breath stutters clearly in his chest when he's guided back -- when that perfect cock sinks so deeply inside of him.

The pleasure as Yingxing fills him is almost overwhelming, and the hand at the back of the couch closes firmly over the cushion as a low groan passes his parted lips. Dan Feng has certainly never felt so full in his life.. never felt as exquisite pleasure before, even with that hot cock still inside of him -- without any motion.]

You feel.. so good.. so right...

[He gasps into the quiet of the room, every breath trembling.. and catching further when Yingxing's hips rock. It's overwhelming at first, especially with his body still feeling heavy from the first orgasm of the night... and yet Dan Feng can't help but be eager for more.. can't help but to desperately desire more.

He didn't even care that they were inside of a business that had yet to close for the night. Certainly Dan Feng does his best to keep quiet enough that he'll not be heard from the other side of the door... but Yingxing could fuck him here -- anywhere -- even with the risk that they could be caught. They'd only just come together for the first time, and already he knows he'll never get enough of the man in any way.]

[ dan feng is so beautiful, so perfect, leaning back into his hold, so eager to be filled that yingxing can hardly stand it. how lovely he is, how tight and warm and ready..

and fighting to be as quiet as possible, which adds an entirely new layer of pleasure to all of this, when yingxing considers the possibility that they might be caught. it's late, and the only one still here is baiheng, who's at the front desk tonight, but even still, her hearing is quite keen. but that's still enough to get caught. still enough to make this all the more thrilling.

that's a distant thought however, in the face of the wash of pleasure that comes with being inside of dan feng. his pussy squeezes his cock so nicely, they fit together perfectly, and yingxing can hardly breathe for how good it feels. his hands now free to touch dan feng as he likes, they rove, hot palms dragging over his lover's abdomen, his chest, his sides, skimming over him and grasping at him, one dipping down to rub the pads of his fingers against dan feng's swollen clit, massaging in deep circles, eager to give him all the pleasure that he can. ]

Mm.. do you feel good? [ he whispers against the back of dan feng's ear. ] Does my A-Feng like how it feels?

[For a moment, Dan Feng bows his head, his long dark hair pooling against the couch after spilling over one of his thighs. Hooded eyes catch the way light catches against the waterfall of inky strands with every move he makes -- every move the rock of Yingxing's hips causes. There's a part of him that would like to be able to look into those lovely eyes as he feels the way his lover's cock fills him... but for now the pleasure is too intense for that thought to really settle in.

Those strong, talented hands feel so good against his skin, and soon sounds of pleasure slip from Dan Feng's soft lips with every breath he takes. He still does everything he can to keep his voice down... but it becomes more difficult by the moment.]

Y..yes I-- fuck--

[Dan Feng bites that curse off as best he can when those fingers find his still so incredibly sensitive clit, a low and breathless moan slipping through teeth clenched to muffle himself as best he can. It's another few breaths before he can manage any further words.]

Need you.. please..

[ this all feels so easy, so natural. yingxing is an easygoing enough man that taking random, sudden partners isn't so uncommon for him, and he's confident enough in his ability to please a lover, but even still, this feels far more intimate and comfortable than he could have expected. it doesn't feel like fucking someone new, it feels like making love to an old partner, someone he has known for a long, long time.

perhaps that's simply due to the fact that they've been flirting at this for weeks now, that he couldn't get dan heng out of his mind if he tried, and he had tried. whatever it is, yingxing cannot complain, not now that he finally has dan feng in his arms, spread over his lap, just where he's wanted him nearly since the moment they met. ]

You've got me..

[ he whispers harshly against the back of dan feng's ear, groaning from deep in his chest as his hips work, fucking up into that perfect, slick pussy, precum already leaking generously, soaking into his jeans. yingxing likely won't last much longer, not with how tightly dan feng's body is hugging his cock, not with how long he's been waiting, but he wants to cling on at least a little bit longer, wants to chase this pleasure, to allow himself to feel it for as long as he can. as long as he can give to dan feng.

still rubbing at his oversensitive clit, yingxing's free hand slides upward to cup dan feng's chest, rubbing his thumb over one rosy nipple in slow circles, until he feels it stiffen. ]

You gonna come for me again, beautiful?

[While Dan Feng had several partners before this point in his life, something so sudden was far less common. Letting someone bed him had always happened with intention and both of them knowing and being prepared to come together -- well, always but for that one unfortunate alpha he'd met... but even with as long and desperately as he'd wanted Yingxing this was still abnormal for him.

Even with something so different... there was nothing that felt strange or wrong, coming together like this. For the first time, Dan Feng found himself feeling as if he's been waiting all this time for someone to return to him. They'd never met before that very first consultation... but he felt as if they'd known each other for his entire life -- perhaps even longer.

For a time as Yingxing fucks up into his body, Dan Feng can't hope to form any words in response -- can't form anything aside from desperate sounds of his deepest pleasure. Oh how part of him wished he didn't need to hold his voice back... but the thrill that came with the risk of it was particularly appealing. He had never before needed someone desperately enough to allow them to touch him anywhere less than completely private.

He absolutely needed Yingxing with enough desperation that the man could do anything he pleased.]

Close.. I'm--

[Between the perfect ache of those fingers rubbing circles against his clit, and the slow press of Yingxing's thumb against his nipple, Dan Feng can only hope to gasp out those two words before he begins to feel his muscles flex. Close.. he's so close... and he can no longer hold on. He has to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to muffle his low groan as he feels himself grow tense again -- as he feels his walls squeeze in waves around his lover's perfect cock.]

[ yingxing, meanwhile, has had plenty of one-night-stands, plenty of hookups, so the novel thing, to him, is just how powerfully he feels for dan feng. generally speaking, yingxing is buried in his work, doesn't take much time to get to know the people he fucks, goes into every arrangement honest about what he wants - which is simple sex, and nothing more. no strings. no dates. he's had a few long term partners here and there, but few that ever stuck.

but dan feng.. dan feng captivates him in ways he has never been captivated before. this isn't just a simple hookup, this is a bone deep attraction that has hooked right into his belly and squeezed tightly. he knows already that this won't be enough, that he'll hunger for more and more immediately, that he'll think of dan feng every day until he's able to see him again.

close, he says, and yingxing lets go. with a deep, guttural growl, he fucks up hard into his lover, his cock sliding deep, hugged by silken walls as he drives in and out of dan feng's sweet, delectable pussy, his abdomen tense and sore already from the clench of hard muscles. ]

Good boy, come for me then, while I fill you up..

[ he whispers harshly against dan feng's ear as his thrusts become more and more erratic, his fingertips gathering slick where their bodies are joined, then sliding up to rub his abused clit more, applying pressure in deep circles. the heat in his stomach is tightening, squeezing, and as it crests he snaps his hips upward, his teeth pressing to dan feng's shoulder as he comes, spilling thick ropes of hot spend deep inside of him, more than enough to satisfy, to leak free between them with every subsequent thrust. ]

[The way Dan Feng clenches his teeth through his orgasm this time is almost painful, especially with how his entire body trembles, muscles flexing and releasing as pleasure flows through him in scorching waves. That Yingxing follows him over the edge only makes everything better -- makes everything so much more intense.

Even sinking his teeth into his bottom lip isn't quite enough to fully quiet the groan that's torn from him with the press of Yingxing's teeth into his shoulder. In the back of his mind he can only hope that the quiet music is still enough to muffle any sound he can't hold back -- the woman in the front of the business was a foxian, it wouldn't take much for her to be able to hear them... but even that isn't enough to take his thoughts away from just how good he feels in the moment.

The hand he'd held to the back of the couch with is trembling just as much as the rest of him is, as the aftershocks of his pleasure wash over him, and it's several long moments before he can finally begin to attempt to blink the white stars from his vision. Dan Feng is completely certain he's never had a more intense orgasm in his entire life.]

That... that was... incredible...

[He can barely gasp out those few breathless words... but even that does nothing to hide just how completely satisfied he sounds. Never before has he wanted to go home with someone, to be tumbled into their bed for still more sex even after more than one orgasm already... but right now? That is exactly what he wants.]

ink written on your soul;

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