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ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ([personal profile] slicings) wrote2025-05-03 11:45 pm

band au;

[ yingxing exhales hard.

his ears still ring with the music, his blood thrumming with excitement. for all the years that highcloud has been together now, he never really tires of this work. he loves what he does, loves his bandmates no matter how often they butt heads, loves everything about their music. it's hard work, exhausting even at the best of times, and there are certainly many downsides to fame and celebrity status, but this.. playing together, making music, performing, he's passionate about it. the riches and fame are secondary to doing what he loves.

they're halfway through their rehearsal now, splitting up to take a break and rehydrate, and it's as he's guzzling down some water from a bottle that yingxing spots dan heng, dan feng's quiet, elusive little brother.

they've met before, but only briefly, only in passing. while dan heng is supportive of his brother and the band, he's a bit of a recluse, and he's never really gone out of his way to interact with any of them beyond dan feng - so what's he doing here right now? yingxing can't resist the urge to pester him, not when he knows he might not get the chance to again for some time now.

so, wiping sweat from his brow, yingxing wanders toward the table where dan heng has set up shop, surrounded by books and papers, lit by the glow of his laptop and tablet. ]


Long time no see.

[ entirely uninvited, yingxing pulls up a seat across from dan heng, straddling it backwards, leaning his forearms on the back of the steel chair. his hair is wild and his skin is flushed and dewy with sweat, adrenaline still pumping, his grin broad and easy. ]

Surprised you can concentrate with all this noise.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng has always tried to appear as if he's the cold, aloof type. After all, when you're a high school student with a famous rockstar older brother, there's simply no saving you from the droves of teenage girls asking for information, or some sort of help getting something from him. Or, worse still, the one or two times he tried dating only to find out that he was being used to get them closer to Dan Feng.

At some point, he ended up changing schools; with that change came the decision to use cloudhymn magic to conceal the truth of his identity. People would still comment that he looked like the famous rocker, but—well, he was human, so he couldn't be related, right?

University, Dan Feng had promised, would be better, but in the end he's found it easier to maintain the disguise, to introduce himself as sparingly as possible, to stick to the small friend groups he's found along the way.

(March and Stelle are the only people who know the truth about him, too—something he regrets on occasion when March makes a silly comment far too loudly for anyone's liking, and he's forced to watch in disdain-concealed frustration as Stelle rushes to shut her up.)

So—

Right. The aloof thing. Really, it's just easier that way. And the less time he spends entangled with the band themselves, the better. It gives him plausible deniability, after all.

It also makes it significantly easier to hide the fact that he's among their biggest fans.

As it is, forced to come along to practice tonight by car troubles, he's had to cover up a laptop sticker or two, move his white-and-purple Blade wristband to an ankle, signs that in the real world aren't too obvious or attention-grabbing, but in this room will give him away faster than his tail suddenly popping back into existence. But he's done what he needed to, secured himself and found a corner and done his best to study despite the (wonderful) noise, thumbing through pages after pages of history and data analysis textbooks,

and really he thinks he's just about gotten away with it too, when a break comes and suddenly Blade, in all his glory his brother's friend Yingxing is sitting in front of him, all ridiculously-tight jeans and wild hair and wide smile.

Dan Heng's breath stutters. The wristband, hidden under his own lightweight pants, brands his skin with the heat of its burn. He tries to force a friendly—but distant—smile. What happens on his face instead is something infinitely more constipated and uncomfortable. ]


Yes... You're right. Long time no see, Yingxing. [ A breath, and he clears his throat. Saying his name sounds far too intimate—stupid, stupid— ] My car broke down, so I'm riding along with my brother for today.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ For his part, Yingxing somehow manages to make an apology genuine despite the wicked smile on those handsome lips. And for his, Dan Heng somehow, he thinks—he hopes—manages to keep his face from heating up too much as he shakes his head. ]

There's no need for you to apologize, [ he answers, voice quiet, matter-of-fact. ] You weren't responsible for my car breaking down.

[ Ugh, he wants to hit himself with Stelle's baseball bat. He's glad for the question, then, if only because it takes the attention away from the idiotic thing he's said. He coughs, and his fingertips run over the spine of a book. ]

I'm doing a double, [ he explains. ] History with a focus on the homeworld of the Xianzhou, and data analysis. I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with it just yet, but I've learned a lot.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's nothing for it—the next sound out of Dan Heng's mouth is an undignified little croak as the lead guitarist of highcloud compliments him with such effortless grace in his words. Nor is there hiding the definite heat on his cheeks, although he's quite to drop his gaze and lift a hand to his cheek, resting against it as if in thought.

That wink

Damnit, he's going to kill Dan Feng for bringing him here.

For now, though, he reaches for his bottle of water, trying to retain some of his usual image. How pathetic, that all it took was a smile and a wink to practically rip off his usual mask?

(His voice sounds ragged around the water, even as he clears his throat.) ]


I... Thank you. I'll keep that in mind, and try not to pressure myself into making a choice too early.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fingers lift and flick at his bangs, and Dan Heng darts back with all the ferocious energy of a startled rabbit, his eyes wide and his breath catching in his throat. At his side, his fingers twitch. Maybe March can arrange for Himeko to come and rescue him after all. He should have just taken her up on the offer when she made it...

But... no. He's being ridiculous.

(A deep, calming breath.)

Yingxing is only asking him a question that makes sense for him to ask, given how long the two of them have known one another.

He reaches up, smooths his bangs back into place.

(His ankle twitches, an impossible reminder of the touch pressed so briefly against his skin.)

And, after a moment taken to collect himself, he manages a small smile, wry in nature as he shakes his head. ]


One could argue too much like my brother. You don't need me to tell me how many fans your band has. My high school years were... [ He grimaces, and shakes his head once more; this time, as he talks, he lifts his hand to where his ear curves, human-like—where he can still feel his true ear emerging from behind it, invisible and unseen. ] This... this is just cloudhymn magic, but it makes it slightly easier to get by.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somewhere along the way, the magic just became part of him—something that Yingxing will notice too if he thinks about it for long enough. After all, the embarrassed shyness has reached his ears by this point in the form of a blush, visible to the other even though his native ears are hidden from sight. And Dan Heng certainly isn't choosing to display a blush on his rounded human ears...

(A blush that, when Yingxing calls him "cute", only darkens. Lan help him, March will be dining out on this one for weeks...)

He clears his throat (again), trying for some sort of aloofness in his reply, even as he forces himself to reject the compliment—accepting it would simply be too dangerous: ]


You don't have to say things like that. I've seen the sort of people you date.

[ ...Hmm. The words don't end up landing quite the way he wants them to. His frown deepens, and he shakes his head again, desperately reaching for a topic before the other can address the mistake he's just made. ]

Ignore that, it came out wrong. [ Straight-faced. Calm. (Heart pounding.) ] At any rate, your question... It was hard at first, until I got used to it. Now, I really only have trouble when I'm sick, or when I haven't slept well.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck.

This is not where he wanted this conversation to go, and yet here they are, with Yingxing leaning in close, smile playful and teasing, something flirty in its corners despite the fact that every single person he could name in answer to the question he's asked is a woman.

And, with the exception of one (the manic pixie thief girl), all effortlessly graceful and elegant. There was that manager for one, gentle and kind. The beautiful soloist from Penacony who took the universe by storm but always spoke with such sweet words. The superfan streamer with fans of her own who smiled like the sun.

All women, and all so far removed from an awkward, gangly young man who feels the need to hide himself in the midst of an illusion, just so people will leave him alone.

He sighs, and he hopes that the laugh on his lips sounds genuine. ]


Let's see... In the time that I've known you, there has been a decent number of beautiful women.

[ He's no longer sure where the conversation is going. All he can do is answer the question and hope he sounds detached enough that it doesn't matter. ]
Edited 2025-05-04 10:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ "But I still—"

Dan Heng hates what the beginning of that sentence does to him, the sort of questions it raises. On one hand, it was probably something as simple as elaborating on the fact that he likes all types, not just beautiful women.

What if, though, it wasn't just beautiful women?

Ugh. He tries to shake the thought off, and thankfully, his older brother interrupts at the perfect moment, his own protectiveness cutting through the air as cold suspicion. He reaches for his phone, offers Yingxing a brief, cool (he hopes) smile as the other grins, and when he starts to head back to the back, Dan Heng reaches for his phone and opens the group chat he shares with his two best friends.

"We need to talk later."

At least for now he's safe—

or so he thinks, anyway. The band starts their rehearsal up all over again, but Dan Heng can no longer focus on his study. His eyes keep lifting, peering under his lashes to snatch glimpses of the handsome, teasing guitarist...

Damnit. He was doing so well before... ]
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I'll make any excuse, coincidence, I knew

[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, he manages to live it down. He stops wearing his wristband for a day or two. March teases him for a week. Stelle's still sending the occasional meme. (And even he has to admit that the "I put some awkward in your awkward so you can awkward while you awkward" one was kinda funny, once enough time passed to take the sting out of the thing.) But he lives it down, he gets past it, and now, he's able to just write it off as something weird that happened, a strange moment of playful friendliness from his older brother's friend.

And it's not like it's Yingxing's fault that Dan Heng has had a crush on him for years, anyway.

Today, his wristband is back where it belongs, worn on a wrist as the one major outward sign of his fandom. A sign that right now is even more obvious than normal as his clothes pull away from his forearm, leaving it bare but for the purple and white knit. The culprit? A stretched arm, a book on an abysmally tall shelf. He loves this store, but how many times will he have to ask before they get stepladders or something...?

Dan Heng sighs, hand starting to lower from the book. He'll have to ask for help. Again. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite the ebb of the embarrassment, Dan Heng has made a point of not going to rehearsals again. Even on the day Dan Feng invited him specifically, said they were working on something new that might interest him, he found a reason not to be there, an excuse about an upcoming assignment that didn't exist, a vague promise of "sometime soon" that never turned into anything else.

(He feels guilty even now, because he knows how important the band is to his older brother, but...)

Well, he supports him in his own way, doesn't he?

He's just turned around to go in search of a shopkeep when a taller figure suddenly reaches over him, effectively trapping him against the shelf as it plucks, effortless, the book he wants from over the top of his head. A smile, a question, and—

he might not be the single most pious person in the world, but he's starting to wonder if he's personally done something to piss the Reignbow Arbiter off. ]


Bl— [ The syllable dies on his lips, and he accepts the book, grateful for something to turn his eyes onto, his focus on its dusty spine and very much not the wristband on the hand that holds it steadily tremblingly.

He takes a breath. Standing here gaping won't help anyone, so... ]


That... this is the exact one. Thank you, Yingxing. I was going to have to get someone who worked here to come help.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Thanks, [ he whispers again when Yingxing says something about saving him the trouble, half for something to say and half because holding the book like this he can see his own wristband and he's started to notice the depth of the mess in which he's landed himself. This is bad, this is so, so bad...

Looking up—

looking up doesn't help. Now he's gazing right up into a fond expression worn in lavender eyes, the space between them far too little for comfort, and... and...

He clears his throat, looks around—is there an escape route? Something?—before Yingxing's words have him looking back up, forcing a smile and nodding. ]


It's... small. Quiet, here. That's usually why I come. There are a lot of good books, and the cafe is a good place for study. But I... [ Another shake of his head. ] What are you doing here? It might be quiet, but you still had to get here somehow...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-04 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're close enough, and Yingxing's eyes are deliberate enough, that Dan Heng notices, easily, the way that they flicker, slow and predatory, down to the wristband he wears and then back up again. The offer of an out seems deliberate, too, suggesting Dan Heng might not want to spend time with him when it's clear to both of them at this point that he very much would.

He has no idea what to do.

So, in the face of that, he does the only thing he can do: deny everything. His lips tremble into a strained smile as he lifts his wrist, sinks a little harder into the stack. ]


This... this was a gift from my best friend. [ True. ] She's a fan, and I... I suppose she thought it would be funny. [ Also true. ] Because of my connection to the band. [ An outright lie. March had given it to him after hours of him silently ogling Blade in a concert video they watched together, and gleefully taken a photo of his shocked, dismayed expression upon pulling it from the box.

He clears his throat. ]


So... yeah. I guess there's no harm in a coffee.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-05 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh. Yeah, it's a fair comeback, and one he honestly has no good answer for. Why would March have given him a Blade wristband and not a Yinyue one? His nose wrinkles, and put on the spot, his lie is even more awkward than ever: ]

Even disguised as a human, I still get comments sometimes about how I look like him, and she knew I wouldn't want anything to make that connection more obvious than it is. And... you're her favorite member.

[ March 7th, famously a big fan of Jing Yuan and his sweet, sleepy eyes. "He looks like he'd be the best cuddler, you know?" she'd ask, pouting over magazine shoots, all while his own gaze stayed focused on the serious, stoic lead guitarist.

He sighs, moving alongside Yingxing to the cafe. ]


So, now I have this.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-05 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
Uh... thanks. I'll ask her about it, I guess.

[ If he knew what Yingxing was thinking, he'd probably implode. It's a good thing, then, that the other appears to accept his words, guiding him over through the stacks toward the cafe—

although that hand at the small of his back burns him

—until they're standing in front of the barista, and...

and Dan Heng is about to be revealed as the single most boring man in existence. He's never really thought of his drink preferences as embarrassing before, but... well, here he is. ]


Usually I just get plain black coffee, or green tea.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-05 12:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To his embarrassment, the sigh that passes through his lungs when Yingxing removes that hand from his back... well, it's a little too noticeable for his liking, although there's nothing to be done about it once it's escaped his lips anyway. He tries to conceal it by nodding and moving at the same time, finding them a table to take, something not too close to the window for his companion's sake, while not being as cramped as those at the back are.

Once they're seated, he nods at the other—but quickly finds his attention drawn to the table, and to the packet of salt he snags from the condiment holder in the middle, playing with it in his fingers, and hating how much he loves the sound of "next time".

Still, he... ]


Next time...? You're making a habit of coming here, then. Isn't this somewhat unsafe for you?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-05 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing will be very quickly rewarded by a flush of pink along Dan Heng's skin. Making a habit of—what—His lips part, because really the other shouldn't say things like that, not to his friend-and-coworker's kid brother,

(not to a fan who so desperately wants them to be serious)

but before he can make any sort of protest, the other keeps talking, asks about his studies.

Dan Heng clears his throat, and nods. ]


Yeah. We're on holidays right now, so I'm not working quite as much. Just trying to keep up with my readings so I don't fall behind later.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-05 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The arrival of their drinks is a welcome interruption, Dan Heng thanking the server with a small nod, an expression much more reserved than the easy smile the guitarist flashes her. And, with his drink poured, he offers the same nod to his current companion, only hoping he looks more put together than he feels. Unlike Yingxing, he drinks his coffee plain, not adding any of the creamer, taking a sip before he answers the older man's question with a hint of a wry smile to his features. ]

My best friends would say I'm too studious. But it's not about the marks. This is something I'm passionate about—I want to learn as much as I can. So... studying hard seems like the right thing to do.

[ Another sip, and then Yingxing is talking about his own schooling days, mentioning wood and metalworking, and without a thought Dan Heng nods, allowing himself to join the conversation: ]

That's right. You were into ornamental sword-making for a time, if I recall correctly?

[ And just where did he get that information from—? Dan Heng doesn't even notice what he's said just yet, or what it implies. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-06 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Somehow, Dan Heng remains blissfully unaware of the mess he's created for himself until Yingxing, after replying so thoughtfully, admits that he's surprised that the younger man even knew such a thing.

Which...

Fuck.

Of course he doesn't talk about it much. He mentioned it in one, maybe two interviews, both a while ago now, both comments made in passing.

He clears his throat. ]


Oh, uh. My brother told me about it. [ After Dan Heng found a way to bring it up in conversation, of course..) ] I was researching metallurgical history at the time, and when I said something about it to him, he told me.

[ Had there been any reason to study metallurgical history other than those passing comments in interviews, though? No, but Dan Feng didn't need to know that, and neither does Yingxing.

Which is why the next question is asks is one that he doesn't actually need to, not really. It's just... he needs to give himself some protection, here.

He sips at his coffee. ]


Is that where the name "Blade" comes from, then?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-07 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's... maybe a little obvious from the other's comment that "he would know, I guess" that Dan Heng's story hasn't been entirely bought. But despite that fact, Yingxing seems happy enough to move on with the conversation, and so for once in the whole encounter the younger man doesn't make himself panic enough to try to withdraw the comment earlier than necessary.

What he does do is listen to what the other has to say, a smile on his face—and a soft laugh when the older man calls the tastes of the him of ten years ago "edgy and cool". ]


Was that just a you thing? It seems almost generational. In my age group, everyone wants names like "Stardust" or "Glimmer", but ten years ago... hmm. Yeah, "Blade" fits the average young adult's mood reasonably well, I would say.

[ Historical data analyst go! ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-08 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ The comment actually earns a light chuckle for Dan Heng as he sips once more at his drink. He hadn't picked the names for that reason, but Yingxing is right in his comment, even if he is being a brat about it—

And Dan Heng knows that, despite himself, he's still blushing.

He wonders how far he can get with this nonchalant thing though, and so he looks up at the other, quirks an eyebrow in return. ]


Were they? And what might that be?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-08 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Okay, so maybe they weren't on quite the same page, but Dan Heng can see where Yingxing is coming from—for a moment, at least, until suddenly the guitarist is asking him what stripper name he would choose. His lips part to tell the other he wouldn't have one to begin with, but before he can, Yingxing starts offering suggestions, and the younger man very nearly loses his mouthful of coffee to the table.

Arbiter preserve him, his cheeks are practically generating heat.

He clears his throat. ]


I am... [ A small huff of breath through his nose. ] I'm not really the type.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-08 10:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Innocent awkward nerd sort of cuteness

Dan Heng thinks he might be about to combust. He drops his gaze, despite the other's very clear focus on him, and clears his throat again. Is there some sort of Cloudhymn magic that can calm the rush of heat? Or perhaps just make him sink into the earth itself? Maybe if he texts Stelle, she can come and rescue him—

He coughs. Drinks some coffee. Coughs again.

It doesn't help. ]


Star... like your name.

[ If they were going off names, his own would be pretty boring, he thinks.) ]

But I...

[ Nope, it's too late. His brain is working overtime, imagining Yingxing on a stage in front of him, lip bitten and smile sly as he peels off a too-tight shirt to reveal the muscles underneath, and—

His fingers tighten on the edge of the table. ]


How did we end up on this discussion anyway...? [ An attempt at something sardonic, a roll of his eyes that feels and sounds weak. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-08 10:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ "don't be mad at me," Yingxing says, and Dan Heng can't help the little face he makes in response, the huff of embarrassed irritation on his lips. Sure, he brought up those names, but he wasn't intending for the conversation to go like that

He takes a slight breath, and once the fresh cup is poured, he takes a sip—and then, in an almost childish response, adds a little cream before sipping again.

(He never drinks his coffee with cream.)

He's grateful for the return in topic though, and so he nods. ]


I think I've heard that. Which do you prefer? Ren seems... affectionate, I suppose. It makes sense for your fans to choose something that sounds a little softer, even if the definition is practically the same...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-08 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course, as a fan, Dan Heng quite likes knowing that Yingxing likes the nickname. He doesn't say as much though, instead just nodding in thought and taking another sip from his coffee.

He shouldn't have added the cream.

Or should he? Something rebellious pulls at him, makes a breath whisper over his lower lip before he looks up at the other again. His face is serious, but there's a hint of something affable in the way his eyes alight on Yingxing's.

If he added the cream, he can do this one other small thing, right?

He shifts the mug against the table. ]


What about from a friend?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-09 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng watches the way that Yingxing's smile brightens, and he feels the heat returning to his cheeks. The other seems so pleased with the suggestion he makes, no matter how silly he feels about it in retrospect. (Because seriously, did he really just ask the man he's always known as Yingxing what he should call him...?)

The whole thing makes him a little awkward, and he folds his arms over his chest and coughs, more in self-protection than anything else. ]


Y-yes. I suppose that's true.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-09 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He blinks at that. His eyes widen. Perhaps, in all the time Yingxing has known him, this is the most concerned he'll have seen him look. He knows he's terrible at all this, and he knows he's been trying to keep some sort of distance because—well, the alternative is embarrassing, so embarrassing, but— ]

I'm sorry. I... didn't mean to give that impression.

[ He reaches up, scratches awkwardly behind an ear. He's not about to admit that sometimes he just really sucks at dealing with other people, much less those he's had a crush on for years, but also... ]

If you want to be friends, we're friends.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-10 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Alright. Friends.

[ It's a quiet agreement, the barest, faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he does. The kind of expression usually reserved for March or Stelle—although, despite himself, perhaps just that iota fonder.

He sips at his coffee, and all of a sudden, the cream doesn't taste too bad.

Friends. He can do that. ]
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Forever we're together bound in madness

[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-10 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It starts as what feels like a cold. Dan Heng wakes with a sore head and a fever, and no matter how much water he drinks it doesn't feel like enough. He messages March and Stelle to tell them he won't be coming in, and curls up under his covers, textbook next to him. It's an attempt to prevent himself from getting left behind, but he's shuddering with cold and sweating with heat all at once, and the words seem to blur on the page.

He can't focus, and in the end he tosses the book out of the bed, hears it thump on the floor in finality.

He falls asleep somewhere after that, dozing in and out of consciousness, fitful little starts that somehow seem to make things worse. He goes through three sets of home clothes, each sweated right through and left in a tangled pile on the floor, before he gives up on clothes at all and just lies in a heap on his bed, panting and barely conscious. The only real lucidity he has is to think bitterly that he's never been quite this sick before—

It's not until his phone lights up with a message from Yingxing—something silly about being bored, a picture of whatever he's drinking right now—that Dan Heng realizes with a sickening jolt that he's not ill.

In the end, he doesn't quite know how he makes it to Yingxing's apartment block, only that he's there, and that he hasn't thought to tell the other he's coming. His car fits terribly in the parking space, and by the time he staggers off the elevator, even his cloudhymn magic is failing him—his ears are too pointed to be human, his hair longer than normal in places, horns seeming to flicker in and out of reality as he stands in front of the door.

He knocks, and all but slumps against the doorframe. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-10 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ By the time Dan Heng is on the road, he has an idea of what's going on, if only because moving around and putting on half-decent clothing is enough to stir his body into the wakefulness it has been needing of him all day. The drive over is spent squirming in discomfort in his seat, and in the time it takes him to walk from the car to the apartment door he's sure his clothes are soaked through with sweat all over again.

And then the door opens and all at once he realizes the gravity of the mistake he's made. A scent unlike anything he's ever smelled before—something rich and musky, tinged with the same drink he'd seen earlier in the photo—invades all his senses at once, tying his stomach in knots and drawing his brow into a pinched line. He's not quite able to help the way his head tilts, face shifting until it's all but buried in the crook of Yingxing's neck, lips parted in ragged breath, nostrils tickling with the his scent as he breathes it in. His hips come flush to the other man's and he—

Please—

—braces his hands on Yingxing's chest to force himself back a step, eyes wide and chest heaving with quickened breath. ]


I shouldn't have come here. [ His voice is rough, aching at the edges. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-10 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he were more lucid, perhaps he'd ask the important question—Are you familiar with Vidyadhara physiology?—instead of just deciding he's made the wrong choice. It's true that it was dangerous to come here, but a friend can help him, and Yingxing is a friend—

—Yingxing is someone to whom he's attracted, someone to whom he'd give everything—

Regardless of anything, this is a mistake.

He's on the verge of flight when that cool, roughened hand reaches for him, pushes his hair back from his skin in a way he can't help but lean into. His eyes close, and somehow through the clouds of fog and scent that make up the whole of his brain now he hears Yingxing offering him a cool bath, and he nods into him, sinks into it with a trembling sigh. ]


I—okay..

[ No. No. Not when—

He shakes his head, looks up at Yingxing as he does. There's a turquoise gleam to his eyes that shouldn't be there, a glow the magic usually hides, and yet they're still murky and confused, swimming with something more than normal. ]


No, I... Yingxing, I can't. This is... it's the first time, I...

[ He shouldn't be here, not when he has no idea how much self-control he'll have. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ He should ask for the first option. Accept Yingxing's offer to drive him home. Curl back up in his sweat-drenched blankets and call his brother for help. Dan Feng has been through this before, he'll know what to do, what medicines to get—

Strong hands grab his arms. Squeeze. Spiced musk tickles his nose, and he feels his knees tremble under his own weight. Even as he struggles to process what's going on around him, part of his brain is surrounding him with that scent, imagining what it might be like to drown in it, for it to fill him and swallow the ache.

His mouth runs dry. There's a rush of heat between his legs, and Dan Heng sucks in a sharp breath. He wants to be here, but— ]


Please, [ he says, and even his normally-low voice is closer to a whisper, ] Don't judge me for anything I say or do. I'm not... in control.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ The relief in him is palpable, a sigh and a sag of his shoulders as he nods, and he finds himself once again leaning into the other's touch as it finds his back, guiding him into the apartment. He's been here a few times before, but never up these stairs, never into a space so private as the other's bedroom, loft though it may be, and further to the ensuite bathroom. He stands against the doorframe, trembling, as Yingxing starts to draw him a bath, and then the other urges him to take the time he needs, disappears with the plan of getting him water, and—

Under any other circumstance, he'd wait for the water before stripping down, he really would. But his clothes are uncomfortable, damp through with sweat and more, and the raw scent of the other man in this room especially is too much for him; he strips down and leaves his garments on the floor before he steps into the bath, hissing in relief at the cool water on his skin.

One small bit of relief. There could be more, too. It would be so easy to just—

His head tilts back against the tiles, eyes half-lidded, his grip on his cloudhymn magic gone, breath low and panting, fingers of both hands in a white-knuckled grip on the sides of the bath. Not here. Not here, no matter how blessedly good everything smells— ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's truth in Yingxing's words that Dan Heng hasn't even fully realized is there. Clinging to the bathtub so desperately, all his attention placed now on fighting his instincts, his sharp ears don't even catch the other's return to the bathroom until suddenly his scent and voice alike are too close, the word "Hey" like something molten in his ears.

His eyes flutter open, and it takes them a moment to catch properly onto Yingxing's face, something in the other's expression—or is it the strong musk in his nose?—that has him shift, rub his legs against each other as if somehow that will offer some sort of relief.

(It doesn't.)

To the statement, the best he can do right now is shake his head, lifting one trembling hand for the water. He gulps down half the glass in one go before putting it back on the shelf, clouded eyes seeking out the older man's. ]


—Have to—

[ He cuts himself off with a soft groan. Now he can't even get a full sentence out? A swipe of his tongue over his lips, and he tries again: ]

I have to fight it, though. It wants something from me, and I can't—

I can't.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ The question comes and goes unanswered. Dan Heng simply nods, as if to confirm what he's already said—he can't, without specifying what action it is he cannot allow himself to take. In his mind, it's already so obvious that it doesn't need restating—but he knows that that's his mind, thoughts that have lusted after the man crouched next to him for longer than he's dared even talk to him, feelings that have only gotten worse in the time that acquaintanceship has become friendship.

And Yingxing is nice enough that if Dan Heng asked

But it wouldn't be real, and so he can't. Not to mention the fact that his body isn't what the other would expect it to be, and...

Right. He can't.

That's the decision he's made, and he's sticking to it no matter how rich the intermingling of spice and musk is as it tickles his nose.

He nods, the movement stiff. Maybe, if the other closes the door on his way out, he can get himself some relief, just some

(and he shouldn't, this isn't his house, isn't his tub, but reason is starting to fail quickly as sympathetic, gentle eyes meet his, and Dan Heng wonders what they'd look like burning with the same heat that aches between his legs—)

He all but chokes on his answer as he nods. ]


I. Right. Yes, thank you.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing musses his hair as he leaves.

Dan Heng hates the way his head tilts toward the palm, hates more the soft sound that escapes his lips as it leaves him. Embarrassing. Although what's even moreso is the way the guitarist closes the door behind him, as if he's read the younger man's thoughts.

Moreso, but not enough to stop his hand from slipping down over his body within minutes of the other being gone, the motion almost automatic. He doesn't touch himself often, has never really found the need, but now he's driven by something entirely different, by instinct that has him biting back a groan at the first brush of his fingertips over his slit.

Too loud—

Fingers part his lips while another ghosts over him, exploring—he doesn't let himself linger for long though before he starts to fuck himself open, two fingers working fast and deep. It's easy for his brain to pretend that they're not even his own digits, that they're attached instead to an easy smile and lavender eyes, a thought that has him biting into his wrist in an effort to shut himself up; when the first orgasm of his heat takes him, it's his lip he bites instead to hold back a too-familiar name, even as his voice slips and echoes off the tiles. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes another two or three—or possibly four, because he loses count somewhere in the middle of it all—orgasms before Dan Heng finally feels cognizant enough to get himself out of the bath. He's still too hot to be counted as anywhere near okay, and he's sure that once he's lying down the whole mess will start up all over again, but something about the room no longer feels quite like what he wants—

—it's once he emerges, wrapped in a towel, that Yingxing's scent hits him all over again, strong as the bricks that make up the wall, and with it the realization of what was wrong with the bathroom in the end, as his own desperate, heat-laced scent drenched the room in sex and need. ]


I'm out.

[ His voice wobbles. He makes his way to the bed and curls up—first on top of it, and then more in it, grabbing the sheets and blankets and pulling them around him. His face presses into the blanket, inhaling the other's scent. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The exhaustion of the whole thing—four orgasms and body already starting to vaguely ache for more—has led him to lie there with his eyes closed, breathing the other's scent in from his blanket, not really noticing the sound of Yingxing climbing the stairs until he clears his throat and moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

Dan Heng's eyes blink back open, and he lifts his head just a little, torn between scent and affection.

Congee... and curry. The thought of food has his stomach turn over in a strange mix of hunger and revulsion. He needs to eat, hasn't eaten all day, but also he—is he even hungry for anything else that isn't more of this? He's not sure.

But he should eat.

To Yingxing's question, he nods slowly. Thankfully, the other is calm enough about the whole thing that he doesn't fully realize he's been heard (though logic, once it sets back in after his heat is over, will make that realization for him); it makes it easier to lean into him, to allow himself to be cared for. ]


I... a little, yes. The cool bath helped abate some of the fever for now.

[ The orgasms did more, but he doesn't mention that. ]

I could eat.

[ A pause, and then, his voice thick with awkwardness: ]

...Thank you, Yingxing.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Food. Yes, he should eat, but Dan Heng thinks he could give up on food forever if Yingxing would continue touching him like that. It's easy for his eyes to close, for him to lean into the other's gentle touch, wishing for more even as he drinks up what he's given. But Yingxing isn't here for that, isn't offering the one thing he needs more than anything else—and why should he, they're friends, he's the only one with this stupid one-sided affection that won't go away—and so the older man pulls away after a moment to go and get him something to eat after all.

Dan Heng wraps himself tight in the covers and blinks, in genuine mortification, against tears that suddenly want to spring to his eyes. He doesn't cry, he never cries, but with his body so out of his control...

Luckily, he has himself under control again before Yingxing climbs the stairs once more. He's able to sit up, wrapped tightly enough in the towel to conceal everything, nodding his answer to that question as he accepts the tray with a small smile. And in the end, despite the twisted feeling in his guts, he's able to eat most of it, the warmth of the congee soothing as it settles in him, the vegetables cooked perfectly to mix in with it. ]


Thank you, [ he says again, as he hands the tray back, tiredness crashing over him like a wave—and before long at all he finds himself asleep, curled up in the covers and breathing in Yingxing's scent.

A few hours pass like that, peaceful and calm. But Dan Heng's heat is far from abated. It's around 2am when he wakes up, slick with sweat and arousal, panting into the rich scent of the cover into which his face is buried. Somehow, it's not enough, and it's almost in a trance that he spends the next several minutes up and moving around Yingxing's room, stealing clothes and piling them on the bed, making the other man's scent richer before snuggling into it again.

It helps a little. The next hour or so is fitful, Dan Heng drifting in and out of sleep, comforted by the scent of the other but still needing something else. He drinks from the water left at the bed, but it doesn't help—his body craves one thing, and one thing only, and...

Arbiter help him, this is so embarrassing when Yingxing is surely asleep on the couch downstairs, but... there's nothing for it, and there's almost no self control in the way he slips a hand under the towel, fingers pushing into his sopping, aching cunt as he moans into his other hand. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-11 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Everything about this is foolish. He's not alone, he's even less alone than he was before in the bathtub. The only saving grace he has is the low hum of whatever he can hear on the TV and the idea that at this time of the night, Yingxing is surely asleep.

Surely.

Surely not, if the sudden flurry of feet on the stairs has anything to say about it. Dan Heng gasps, tears his fingers free of himself (biting hard on his lower lip to prevent a whine from slipping out), wipes them on the towel as well as he can—

Just in time for that rich scent to fill his nose all over again.

He looks up at Yingxing with wide eyes, shakes his head slowly. ]


I... no, I'm alright...

[ Or so he says. He doesn't think about, can't see the way his legs are sliding against one another, almost grinding against himself, trying to get some relief even as he's buried in a pile of the other's things much bigger than that with which he started—shirts, pants, even an undergarment or two, thieved in a state out of his mind. ]

S-sorry if I woke you.

[ It would be so easy—all he'd have to do is reach out—and he could have him, couldn't he? ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng is deep enough in panic and embarrassment—not to mention the ever-present arousal—that he doesn't fully register what Yingxing is saying as he tells him that he doesn't need to be sorry. It's not, in fact, until that knuckle slips under his chin, tilting his head up, that he's able to focus at all, every last one of his senses narrowing down on the touch, on the offer that follows it.

Do you want help?

Dan Heng's eyes widen, and he stumbles for a moment over words that feel impossible to say, mouth forming shapes in silence for a few too-long seconds before he finally finds the right ones—

And even then, they're wrong. ]


Yes, I—I want help.. [ And his eyes close in embarrassed shame that he even needs to ask for it, but also.. ] But you don't... you don't have to make that offer just for my sake, Yingxing. That's—it's unfair to you.

[ Another pause, legs grating together as his mind works to talk himself out of what he knows his heart and body both so desperately want: ]

Besides, I... I'm not what you'd expect. So... It's okay, I'm okay...

[ But he leans into that touch, cants his head into him, breathes him in as much as he can as his own breath exhales on a shaky sigh. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks up at the other man as he leans over him, at the hair spilling over his shoulder, so close to brushing against his own skin. Dan Heng's breath is thick in his lungs, desperate to spill over, short and quick and honeyed with his heat, eyes clouded over even as they glow with desperation and desire, searching the other's face for a sign, any sign—

He wants this so much, and in his heat he needs it, but there's that small part of him wondering

that small part of him that he thinks loves

not to mention the part of him that thinks there's no way the other can be attracted to his body, and—

He sucks in a breath. The heat is making him emotional. That's all this is. It doesn't need to be like this. Logic should be enough, right? ]


Okay. [ His voice is a whisper, as thick as his breath. ] I.. accept your help.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ For as much as he's hesitated in the moments leading up until now, the moment that Yingxing's mouth descends on his is the moment that all those worries wash away, at least for the time being. Dan Heng's need rushes through to the forefront, displacing everything else for the time being as he leans up into the other, as his limbs wind without hesitation around the other—arms around shoulders, legs hooking around legs. Yingxing tastes as good as he smells, but in an entirely different way, and Dan Heng's core sings out in need, clenching around emptiness, his hips bucking of their own accord, seeking something more.

Those worries will come back later, but for now—for now he's just going to let himself enjoy, going to let his body feast on this connection as much as it needs to do so.

His blink is slow, the shake of his head slower. ]


I won't need to stop, [ he breathes—though in the very next moment he feels the other's hand slipping between fabrics in search of his body, and he finds his eyes squeezing shut again, the barest thread of worry trying to worm its way between the pleasure and the need and everything else going on in the moment.

He closes his eyes and leans up, seeking another kiss. A distraction. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Those hands—perfectly roughened—are almost the perfect distraction from the fact that he can feel the fabric pushed away from him, leaving him stark naked for the other's gaze. A better distraction though is when Yingxing pulls back to strip himself of his sleeping shirt, and Dan Heng's eyes widen, cunt giving another hard clench at the sight of the other's muscles, firm and strong in all the right ways to fuck him all the way through the rest of this heat.

He's half thinking about reaching up and touching him when Yingxing looks down at him instead—

anxiety rushes and gives way to panic, and yet the frown on the older man's face isn't one of judgment or anything else unkind. There's surprise, and then a handsome, warm smile, an assurance made into his mouth that he's gorgeous...

Gorgeous. The word sends a shudder of delight through him, his mouth nipping shyly at Yingxing's as it chases him, and all the worry he had chased away by relief and desire and... just so much. ]


You... You're really telling me that? [ He finally lifts his hands, lets them trail over the other's muscles, exploring the skin as he shakes his head. ] Do you know how many... how many people there are that would kill to be in my place right now? You're a sex symbol.

[ The words fall off his tongue unbidden, things he thinks he'd probably never say if he weren't half-mad with lust, but all things that are true just the same.

And, speaking of truths... ]


I've wanted you for a long time.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, he starts to nod, starts to tell Yingxing that yes, that's the way it is—But he's distracted, any attempt to talk stolen fast by the way the other pushes a knee between his thighs, nudging right up against his core in a way that makes his voice trail off into a sharp moan, that has his hips pressing down, all but grinding his cunt down against the other.

And to the rest of it, he tips his head back, fingers tangling in long white hair, breath tripping off his mouth in small gasps as Yingxing's mouth drags over his jaw, his throat, tasting the salt off his skin in a way that has the young Vidyadhara squirming under him, his cunt answering with another gush of slick that the guitarist will no doubt feel.

Yingxing has wanted him too? Aeons...

Dan Heng swallows hard, nods as he settles back into the torn cocoon of all the other's things, bathing in his scent even as he watches him with blown eyes and trembling breath. ]


Okay, [ he whispers. ] Please.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's overwhelming. He can feel how hard Yingxing is, and even on its own, it's overwhelming that the other is like that for him, especially after such scant moments have passed like this. The thought only makes him want more, his hips answering the grind as he bites back a soft groan. Obedient, he parts his thighs further as he's nudged to do so, and the next sound he makes is one he can't make himself bite back, something a little too loud, a little too wanton as Yingxing's hand finds his clit and rubs over it, as his mouth finds a nipple to taste. ]

O-oh... fuck

[ It's probably the first time Yingxing has ever heard him swear. Usually, his words are carefully chosen, well-spoken, but right now he's lacking control, hips arching blindly into those rolling, rubbing touches. He's so desperate, so heightened already, that he thinks he could maybe come just from this—

But he doesn't, not just yet. When he does come, it's to the sudden plunge of two fingers deep into his cunt, an unbidden moan as his head falls back to the bed, fingers of one hand clutching, tangling in long, silver-white strands. His walls clench down on that finger as a rush of slick floods them, his body tensing and loosening in mere moments. He needed that, he needed someone who wasn't him

(and that it's Yingxing only makes everything all that much better.)

His body looses, but his hips immediately start again, lifting into the other's movements, back arching for his mouth. And unlike the other, there's no worry anymore, not even at the back of his mind, not now that the gnawing hunger is finally being answered. All he wants is more— ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ By the end of this, he'll have lost count of how many orgasms he's had. In the wake of the first, Yingxing's fingers fuck hard into him, tongue and lips working over the nipple in his mouth; by the time the other's mouth travels low enough that his mouth can close over his clit, he's lost himself at least once more, thrashing against the bed as those fingers curl up against his fluttering, clenching walls. In the end, the fingers of both hands tangle in Yingxing's hair as he writhes against the bed. This is what he's needed from the start, so much more than trying to take care of himself like before...

He licks his lips, remembering himself, huffing a low groan as he tries to find the words to speak; Yingxing says he sounds good, but surely the way he sounds is nothing in comparison to how wonderful the other feels, opening him up and taunting orgasm after orgasm from him.

The close of the guitarist's lips over his clit, the swipe of a tongue, have Dan Heng jerk, cry out as his hips arch towards the other's face, as his fingers tighten in long hair hard enough to tug just that little bit. It's so much that it's overwhelming, and yet at the same time he wants more of it—

and more in general, not just Yingxing's mouth but his cock, so hard before—even though he can't feel it now that the other has shifted lower—hard for him like it's some sort of dream— ]


That's—ngh—yes, please..
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 11:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ A third orgasm in such a short space of time, and Yingxing hasn't given him more than his fingers and his mouth; Dan Heng is panting, all but writhing against the bed as he comes apart all over again, voice hoarse as it cries out, body aching with both his pleasure and his desire to have still more. It's the same ache that has his cunt clench down around those fingers again as Yingxing pulls back to look at him, pupils blown so wide that his eyes look black, the look of a predator written on his face even as he licks his lips clean of the glistening mess Dan Heng has made.

"an absolute mess" is right; there's no protesting it, not even if he wanted to, the younger man groaning in answer, eyes half-lidded as he breathes around the words, lifts his wrist to his mouth, bites the skin to try to stop himself from begging for more when he's already had so much—

Except maybe Yingxing wants him to beg, the darkness in those eyes bearing down on him the same way that the other's body does, fierce and demanding. Say the words, he says, and Dan Heng bites back a whimper, drops his wrist, lifts his hand to cup the older man's cheek instead, fingers splayed over perfect skin as he breathes a shaky sigh. ]


Fuck me, [ he whispers. ] Please. I need you to fuck me.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-12 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng isn't sure what's hotter—the way Yingxing's breath catches in response to his plea, or the way the other then whispers his agreement, promising him "anything", calling him "baby", or the hot mouthing at his palm.

And then the older man tugs his clothing just low enough for his cock to be freed, and Dan Heng decides it's that. He's big in the way a dominant male would be big—but Yingxing is human, and such things are rare—thick and so heavy with seed that both his mouth and his cunt drool with the possibility.

He writhes under the other man at the movement of his hips, the slow drag over his folds right before Yingxing starts to press into him; his eyes roll back in his head as the head breeches him, as the rest of him starts to press: slow, careful, leaving him writhing and groaning even as the other's breath catches above him.

And he knows, he knows that Yingxing is being slow for his sake, not wanting to hurt him, but Dan Heng is wetter than he's ever been, needier than he's ever been, and he's going to explode if he doesn't have him sooner rather than later, so— ]


I can take it.

[ His voice is low, rough, the fingers in Yingxing's hair tugging just enough to draw the other's attention to him. ]

I've needed this all day. I can take it.
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[ The sound he makes when Yingxing presses forward all at once—it's not exactly human, marked by his need and the pleasure both, tinged with the edges of overwhelm from the sudden press of his size. He's almost too big despite how desperately horny Dan Heng is, and it takes the younger man a moment or two to adjust, answering that low groan with a shaky one of his own. Of course, he has no way of knowing what the other is thinking; later though he'll have worries of his own, worries eclipsed right now by the sensation of the other pressed in so delightfully deep. ]

Yes—

[ It's a low affirmation of his pleasure right before Yingxing's mouth seizes his, the taste of salt and sweat and something sweeter on his tongue, and Dan Heng finds himself doing something he had never imagined doing before, licking the taste of his own cunt off Yingxing's mouth as he answers the other's kiss. His own arms circle the older man's shoulders as he arches up, crying out a little too loud at the sensation of the other's cock pistoning into him. So hard, so deep—so big that if Dan Heng didn't know better, he'd wonder if he were dealing with the beginnings of a knot. ]

So do you— [ He gasps it against the older man's mouth, fingers scrabbling against his back as his hips arch up into the movements. He's three orgasms in, but at this rate, he won't last long at all— ]

Don't stop, even when I come—

[ A low, small-voiced plea as he groans, holds the other man tighter as his hips rock up, needy and insistent. ]
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[ Yingxing's groan against his mouth is so sexy that Dan Heng shudders in response. It's a promise that follows, and then more movement, the older man fucking into him so hard and fast that it makes him cry out again, a sound loud and wanton, the sort of thing that almost brings a blush to his cheeks, that would make him shy if they weren't in the middle of this.

His hands scrabble helplessly against Yingxing's muscled shoulders before locking into his hair, holding tight enough to pull. His hips arch up, hard, fighting the downwards push if only to bring them still closer together. And his head cants, arches back, giving the other man as much room as he wants to suck kisses into his pulse point.

(And is it wrong to hope he'll leave marks? With the collars he tends to wear, no one would see, but he would know...)

Like this though it doesn't take long before another orgasm seizes him, body tensing under Yingxing's for a moment, slick gushing out around his cock, Dan Heng gasping helplessly for breath. He's immediately overwhelmed by the sensations, sinking bonelessly back into the older man's bed as the mattress creaks under Yingxing's hard movements. ]
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[ By the time they're done, Dan Heng's voice will be as raw as his cunt.

There's that moment when he comes that Yingxing pauses, deep inside him—and then he starts moving again and Dan Heng cries out again, a wild sound, a sound made of want and desperation alike, somehow drowning out the slap of their bodies and making it quiet. He's never this loud, ever, but now...

(Aeons, he's going mad, it really feels like there's a knot straining against him—)

He's left to shake and tremble under the wake of the other's movements, overwhelmed for those few moments despite getting exactly what he asked for, being fucked through his orgasm even as the motions make his head spin and his cunt clench in confused desire, his nerve endings alight with the sensation of too much but not enough. But then his body starts to settle down, the thrum of pleasure quickly attuning to the needs of his heat. Dan Heng is mindless but everything he's given, he needs.

Mindless enough that his lips form the shapes of words he wants to say, words he would never usually let himself say, words that fall from his breath, hot and aching like the rest of him: ]


Bite me—

[ Later, he'll be mortified. But for now, he's just listening, answering the needs of his body, asking for what it is he desires. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's almost no pause in it—Dan Heng asks, Yingxing follows through, and teeth bite down into his throat in a way that has him all but shriek, thrashing in pleasure under the other. His heat swirls, peaks, demands, it wants a knot badly enough that he's practically imagining it catching against him as Yingxing fucks him ever harder, ever faster, and somewhere with his last thread of reason he tells himself that it will be okay, he doesn't need a knot, that Yingxing filling him up will be enough—

But it's a knot he gets, the sudden extra burst of fullness making him see stars. He comes hard in time with the older man, flooding slick even as his cunt is filled, filled, filled

(oh, he can't breathe for it)

and he sinks dazedly into the sweat-covered sheets and clothes that surround them, glowing eyes hazed over with bliss. There's a slight pressure at his abdomen, a visible hint of a bulge there as he starts lies back, panting helplessly into the space between them, the scent of him—of them—that fills the room. His heat rumbles in contented pleasure, happy to rest for a little while—so much better than the orgasms he gave himself in the bath before— ]


You're an Alpha— [ The words are slurred, hanging heavy on his tongue. ] I never—you're a human, so...

[ It seems that each of them had their own secrets after all. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng shakes his head when Yingxing apologizes, shifting as well as he can to get comfortable against the older man as he rolls them, locked together now but on their sides to rest. ]

There are things I could have told you, too, but didn't.

[ His voice is quiet, still almost slurred together with his content. The usual shame and disgust he feels around the topic seems distant, even to him. One of his normal small smiles finds his lips, although his one is more content, lazier, than the others have ever been. ]

Besides, it was a nice surprise. [ A thoughtful pause as he shakes his head. ] No, that's not right. It was better than nice. It... mm. I can't think of the word right now, but it was that.

[ He shakes his head again, a hint of color in his cheeks. Embarrassment. ]

I think I've gone stupid.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng chuckles at that, the sound low and sweet, even as color comes o his cheeks, even as he shakes his head. ]

You're just saying that as an excuse to do this more often.

[ Not that he's complaining. He reaches up, brushing back the hair sticking to Yingxing's skin, and the smallest of frowns finds his expression, lips part in a silent thought—and close again for a moment as he processes, decides.

After a moment, he says, his voice quiet: ]


My heat is going to get worse over the next day or so, I think. So I... before it does, I should tell you. While I can.

[ Oh, he's bad at this. ]

March bought the wristband for me because I wanted it. It had nothing to do with her. I... I have wanted this for a long time now.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 11:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ His cheeks color. He hates it, a little, the way the other can tell him with such confidence that it was obvious, especially with all the effort he went to trying to hide it. His pride is soothed in the moment that follows though by the fondness in Yingxing's eyes, the thumb that smooths over his jaw, the look on his face as he assures Dan Heng that he likes him too.

He relaxes into that touch, even as he continues to smooth the older man's hair away from his face. ]


Okay. I. That's good.

[ Internally, he pulls a face at how awkward he sounds, but there's nothing he can do about it now. ]

I just wanted to make sure you knew first, because... this is my first heat— [ he doesn't really remember confessing it to the other earlier when he was out of his mind ] —but everything I've read says that they get worse before they get better.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yes, he's embarrassed, and he's probably going to continue to be embarrassed for a while—Yingxing talks about having him, being glad he's here, being disappointed that he couldn't take him on a date first, and Dan Heng starts to think his cheeks just might be a permanent pink color—but he finds that he doesn't mind, not when the other looks at him like that, holds him like this even as he talks.

He relaxes into Yingxing's arms, lets himself just be. ]


I'm glad I'm here too.

[ A wild, blind decision made in the insanity of heat sickness—he doesn't know why it was here he chose, but he's glad it was. When Yingxing's arm slips around his waist, he uses the opportunity to curl himself in closer, taking in a breath of the other's scent, sweat-drenched and softened by his own sex. ]

A date might have been difficult anyway, what with who you are, and who I am, and..

[ He falls silent for a moment, attention drifting to where he can still feel the other's knot locked tight inside him, keeping him so pleasantly, blissfully full, the sensation soured only by that same discomfort that settles within him every time he looks in a mirror. ]

My body. It doesn't bother you?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-14 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Why should it? Yingxing asks, and Dan Heng feels the tension in his shoulders bleed out. He might struggle with himself, but if the person he likes doesn't mind, then... it's one less thing to worry about, isn't it? Quiet, he presses a kiss into Yingxing's skin, breathing him in and allowing the scent to steady him once more.

To the question: ]


Right. I bind my chest anyway, but at first, it was just easier to change a lot of things at once. It was draining, but it helped me remember not to let the magic slip. Nowadays, it's almost like second nature. Most of the time, at least.

[ He doesn't bother mentioning the fact that it's long since slipped off, the heat making it too hard to maintain his focus. It's obvious to both of them anyway.

He does, however, stifle a yawn. With the other's knot still filling him and his body temporarily soothed, sleep is starting to coil itself around him again, his body craving rest that he doesn't quite want to take just yet. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng isn't sure why, but there's something all the more comforting about being told to do what he needs to do, regardless of anyone else's thoughts—including Yingxing's. Yingxing has just told him he's beautiful as he is, and yet he clearly supports him in being what he needs, and that...

He has to be careful, doesn't he? Because he could fall in love with this man.

Still, he finds himself smiling as he curls in closer, allows himself to start to drift into that sleep, permission given by the other despite his initial attempt to stay awake. Quickly, sleep takes him, lulls him into its comforting embrace, and all those thoughts, worried and content and otherwise, are gone.

For someone as exhausted as he is, he wakes sooner than he should, a whole new pleasure aching under his skin. The sheets and clothes piled around them are wet, either from the fresh sweat lining his skin or the combination of their fluids that have seeped out from him now that Yingxing is no longer hard. The other is still pressed deep into him though, wrapped up close against him, deep in his own sleep, and—

Maybe he doesn't even have to wake him.

It's barely a thought that processes in his mind before his hips start to move, dragging himself against Yingxing, only half-awake himself but driven by the same need that has stirred in him since yesterday. And with the other wrapped around him, the answer is so obvious, so easy— ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Deep down, Dan Heng thinks he shouldn't be doing this. Yes, the night before was wonderful, everything he wanted, and Yingxing said he likes him (and unlike the other, he hasn't even given a single thought to his brother and what he might think), but the consent of this moment is murky at best—no permission sought, just the very same mindless, needy grinding that starts to reawaken the older man's cock inside him.

He's not really thinking though, not past the animalistic need of the thing, his heat continuing to drive him, push him to do things he wouldn't normally, would never have imagined doing, really.

And so the steady filling out of Yingxing's cock is met with a low groan into the older man's throat, an achy throb of his cunt at the thought of being tied to him with that knot once more, a mutter of a mindless apology into his skin as his hips continue to grind into the other, as Dan Heng starts to see those stars of pleasure all over again. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ The realization that Yingxing is awake comes just before he murmurs his greeting, as he shifts, rolling his hips and pushing his hardening cock in deeper just as Dan Heng grinds down against it, making the younger's breath stutter, his back arch as he lets out a low, desperate moan. The sound ends up just echoing the morning greeting, and Dan Heng colors with a hint of embarrassment even as his head tips back, giving Yingxing the room he wants to leave those kisses. ]

Good morning, [ he whispers back. And then, because he has enough presence of mind at least to apologize: ] I'm sorry, I woke up and I needed...

[ Before he can finish the sentence, though, they're rolled, Yingxing on his back and Dan Heng straddled across him, half-sitting in his lap due to the way he's been moving. And usually, here, he would hesitate, the shyness would claim him—even now, it tries to, red climbing his cheeks as he looks down at the other's grinning face—but in this moment he needs enough that the embarrassment is put aside, that his only answer is to continue moving his hips, rolling them down against that steadily-hardening cock.

He breathes out a low groan, eyes closing as his head tips back, hands bracing on that powerful chest. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng is just starting to think that he can do this when Yingxing starts to talk. Not the part where he accepts his apology, no; what he says as Dan Heng starts to move, his voice all but a purr as he praises him, noting how wet he still is, how much of the night before he's managed to retain. The younger man's cheeks burn and he groans under his breath, the sound a little sharper as Yingxing's hips roll up and into him.

He shakes his head just a little. ]


The sheets... the bedding, it's... all really wet, [ he manages, and there's something of an apology in his tone. More than he could have imagined, he likes the way the other calls him a good boy, but right now he feels that the praise is undeserved, that he needs to be filled up again so he can do it better

(Or is that just the heat, driving him mad with the desire to be filled again?)

He huffs out a sigh as his hips move harder down against the other's cock. ]


I can... I can do better.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng groans, tail lashing as Yingxing's fingers run across his skin and squeeze his ass before running over the scales that join his tail to his skin. The sensation is amazing, almost as good as the pressure he feels building in his abdomen all over again. He is still overfull, now that he can see himself from this angle, hadn't truly realized it while focused on the knowledge that he'd lost so much.

But—

He can do better. He can be fuller. Suddenly, the idea of showing off, of pleasing Yingxing even more, is incredibly appealing.

So he nods, hips moving that little bit faster against him as he does, glowing eyes alight with arousal and determination both. ]


I can—I.. I'm gonna show you, yeah.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ A shudder runs through him in response to the praise, all-too-visibly impressed by it even as he is thoroughly embarrassed. His fingers clutch, scraping against the other's chest as he continues to roll his hips, rocking his soaked, leaking cunt against the other's hard cock.

He can feel the beginnings of the knot just like Yingxing wants him to, and it only makes him groan and toss his head back, redoubling his efforts, using the other's angle to ride down against him as well as he can, his hips lifting and falling in needy desperation.

Truthfully, he's not sure he'll last much longer, and it's probably evident in the way his movements start to falter a little, a low groan on his lips that slowly becomes a whine, breath stuttering as he moves. ]


Ngh, fuck...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 09:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ The other's words are the last piece of the puzzle. His movements atop Yingxing are breathless and faltering, the scrapes of his fingers uncontrolled and leaving scrapes of raw skin in their wake, and without the other holding him in place he might slump over, already overwhelmed.

But he keeps moving for as long as he can, hips moving hard and fast. He's close, and Yingxing calls for him, rough voiced but gentle, voice echoing in his mind over the sound of their bodies coming together in wanton pleasure— ]


Fuck

[ From where the other lays back, he'll get a grand view of the gush of slick from Dan Heng's cunt as the younger man orgasms, head tossed back and hips still moving instinctively even as his muscles clench down. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-15 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ How can he not give Yingxing exactly what he wants? His senses are heavy with heat, needing what he hasn't quite been given yet, and one orgasm was never going to be enough, no matter how many he's had over the past twenty-four hours. His cunt is sensitive, twitching and throbbing through his orgasm, nerve endings all lighting at once as the older man flips them and continues fucking hard and fast into him.

It has him reaching, fingers gripping now in the other's hair, the sound of his voice a keening whine as he rolls his hips up, up against the movements, right into those same overwhelming sensations.

Like this, with his body screaming in exhaustion and pleasure at the same time, with Yingxing's low voice pushing him onward, it's no surprise that he comes again sooner rather than later, his cry almost a sob of pleasure as he does, slumping back against the pillow, limbs trembling with exertion. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Good boy, Yingxing whispers, and oh Dan Heng loves and hates what it does to him when he does, the way his lips part in a whimper, the way his used cunt flutters, inviting him further. He's so sure that outside of the bedroom, he'd find the phrase insulting, and yet in bed there's something about it that stirs him, that makes him crave more of it.

And—speaking of craving—

His head slumps further back in response to the other's movements, the way he's shifted and spread open on the bed, and his lips tremble against Yingxing's mouth, the answer coming to him faster than he could have imagined it would—the willingness, too, to speak such words, driven by the need still aching, burning— ]


I need it, Yingxing, I—fuck, I need you so much, please... please don't make me wait anymore, fucking... fill me up, make me yours. Ruin—ruin me for anyone else. Breed me—
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Where Yingxing's eyes close, Dan Heng's eyes stay open—widen, even, trained down on the arch of his own stomach upward, the slight swell of his belly growing as he's filled all over again, a sharp moan on his lips. His fingers clutch handfuls of pale hair, and once he's seen it, he lets his eyes sink shut again, practically slumping into the older man as he pants out breath after breath, body clenching and trembling around him. ]

Oh, fuck...

[ It's a helpless little echo, and Dan Heng's fingers reach, cupping at Yingxing's cheek and pulling him in closer, mouth pressing soft and insistent against the elder's.

He hasn't really thought about what he said, or the implications, and right now there's no room in his mind for it anyway. Everything is just afterglow and bliss. ]


Ngh.. that was perfect...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Me? [ Not for the first time since they've become friends—not even for the first time in the last twenty-four hours—Dan Heng answers the compliment with a shake of his head. ] No, I... compared to you, I...

[ He smiles up at the other, continuing to brush his hair back, the smile on his lips awkward with shyness. ]

I'm really glad I came here. When I realized what I was done, I was scared that I'd made a mistake, but... I made the right choice. You've been so good to me, and I can't.. there's no way to... well, I'm grateful.

[ He moves to nestle against the other a little more, breath stuttering as he moves against the knot. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ His cheeks warm at the compliments, and Dan Heng smiles, responding to those kisses with small pecks of his own, shy but content. ]

I... I like hearing you talk like that, [ he admits after a moment. ] When you say nice things. And call me baby. And "good boy".

[ Okay, his cheeks are pretty close to red now. He presses his face into Yingxing's shoulder with a soft, barked laugh. ]

I'm going to shut up now.

[ But, shutting up or not, he's been honest, and he thinks that's important, especially as Yingxing is speaking so freely with him. He's embarrassed, but he feels good, too. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't shut up, he's told, and it makes sense that Yingxing would want to know these things, that it's important for him to know these things, but it's still more embarrassing than he dares to admit. He flusters and shakes his head, pressing closer to him even as Yingxing moves them onto their sides, the movement making the other's knot catch, making him groan a little from the pressure.

(Fuck, he's so full—)

He's about to ask a question, the content of which is immediately forgotten when Yingxing keeps talking, offers a secret which makes Dan Heng's cheeks burn, glowing eyes wide as the look up at him in shock. ]


I—you—ugh, I didn't know you heard, I tried to... be quiet..

[ But all he can think right now is what Yingxing looked like, going about his night while listening to him up here... despite himself, his cunt gives a curious little flutter, a thread of pleasure running down his spine. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-16 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Of course, his color deepens, but... also, his lips can't help but purse against Yingxing's thumb, a slight shift of his hips as his cunt flutters again—nay, tightens—at the image in his mind, of the elder bursting into the bathroom to take him in the tub while he writhed helplessly against himself, and... ]

I would have welcomed you, [ he admits, his voice low. ] I mean... I would have been... mortified, but I...

[ He's not really thinking as his lips part, take the tip of the other's thumb between them for a quick, teasing lick. ]

I was thinking about you in there anyway.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-17 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
I—ngh—

[ He barely finishes his statement when he feels the twitch of Yingxing's cock, a small burst of his seed adding to the mess he's already made of Dan Heng, and the younger man can't help but groan in reply at the shallow rock of his hips, cunt squeezing all over again around him. He can't help but flicker his eyes to the way his belly bulges with the other, wondering if he could take still more—

But he tears his eyes back up to Yingxing, swallows hard as he nods, admits the truth of it even as his cheeks continue to burn. ]


I was. I knew... I knew it would feel so much better if it were you...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-17 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Of course you were—

[ And he'd say more, perhaps, but Yingxing is groaning, squeezing at his ass, telling him he's making him crazy, when as far as Dan Heng is concerned, it's the older man who started them down this line of conversation in the first place.

And yet, he can't help but answer by rolling his hips up into the other's, by deliberately squeezing his walls down against the other's slowly-shrinking knot as he turns his head, catches Yingxing's mouth with his own. ]


Mm...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-17 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's nice—it's more than nice, but Dan Heng doesn't think he has the words for that right now, just a smile as he leans up into that kiss, and when Yingxing's free hand cups the back of his head, he draws both of his own hands up to the other man's chest, splaying fingers out over skin and heartbeat as he tilts his head all too willingly into the kiss, humming as his tongue answers that which licks into his mouth, brushing up against it as a soft sound trips on his lips.

He's a good kisser, according to the other, and that—well, he hasn't really had that much experience, so he can hardly complain, can he? He hums in pleasure, cheeks warm as his body shifts against Yingxing's in a slow grind, even as he answers the kisses with his own. ]


Mm... me too.

[ He sighs in content, legs winding around the other a little more closely as he continues rolling into him, kissing slow and soft the whole time. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-17 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ The sensation of Yingxing growing hard all over again—it's more than welcome, Dan Heng moaning lowly into his mouth between their kisses, hips arching into the other as he starts to fuck into him all over again, this time slow and careful, tender even as each movement is so noisy. And just as Yingxing explores him, slow hands over his ass, his thigh, his knee, Dan Heng's fingers trace up and over his shoulders, his neck, then down over his back, traversing strong muscle, learning Yingxing's body in a way photos could never teach him.

He groans softly, rolling himself down against the guitarist's thrusts, and despite the low coil of heat still in his belly, this time feels different to him too: gentler, less desperate, something for the two of them, rather than the needs of his body.

As awful as parts of it have felt so far, Dan Heng doesn't think he wants his heat to end, if it means staying here like this.

(But that's a pipe dream, isn't it? Yingxing has places to be, and so does he—) ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-17 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Oh. There's something to be learned from those moans, from the way Yingxing's muscles twitch and jump under his touch, and Dan Heng is dutiful in the way he files them in his thoughts, making sure he remembers for later where each sweet spot is, where the other seems to be the most sensitive.

(He wonders, too, how sensitive his cock would be to touch, or even to his mouth—The shudder that passes through him at that brief thought is visceral, and he groans.)

Even with that image in his mind, though, it's easy to fall into a steady pace, hips moving against Yingxing's as each of those thrusts presses deep within him, spilling some of their shared fluids in anticipation of more, body moving against body in smooth, unhurried bliss.

He answers the low call of his name with a sigh, the admission of pleasure with a deliberate grind of his hips, his breath trembling on his mouth as he does. ]


You—you too, Yingxing. You feel so good in me...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it weren't for the position they're currently in, the lack of focus Dan Heng has available to him, he would probably laugh. As it is, he chuckles, brings one of his hands to Yingxing's face, breaking the kiss for long enough to look up at him in gentle disbelief, even as a hand slides under his knee to spread him open further. ]

You're ridiculous— [ he argues, even as his words catch on a sudden moan, head tipping back a little as Yingxing's cock presses even deeper into him, as the older man starts picking up his pace. ] I already.. you've already made me feel so good.

[ Not to mention how much time he's already spent squirming under Yingxing, moaning for him. He doesn't think he's done a whole lot of begging yet, but even then, as for the rest... ]

Do you realize that I've already lost count of how many orgasms I've had since I've arrived here?

[ Although even with that said, something about the way the other talks about him not being able to move... it's hot. Really, really hot. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng can't help the shudder of pure, absolute delight that courses through him in response to the other man's words. I hope you keep losing track—that doesn't mean I don't want more—There's something so hot about the way Yingxing talks to him, urges him on, and of course the younger man knows that, as a rock star, he's had his fair share of partners, and it's not like he's ever seen into any of those relationships beyond the surface-level, but...

...is it weird to think that there's something special about this?

Is it just wishful thinking?

And it's strange, but Dan Heng, who doubts himself on so many other things, doesn't think so.

He groans lowly, arching up against Yingxing as the other's hand smooths over his belly, as his fingers dip to start stroking over his clit. ]


I... mngh, fuck... y-yeah, if you keep doing that...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's when Yingxing's kiss finds his mouth again that Dan Heng's breath catches, that his hips arch into those steady thrusts, the swirl of those fingers over his swollen, aching clit. And somehow, more than that, it's the murmur that truly undoes him, the way the older man calls him a good boy and refers to his body in such a casually filthy way. A term he would normally hate, and yet—

He gasps out his pleasure, his fingers curling tight into the other's skin, holding himself steady as he falls into that pleasure, an orgasm not as physically intense as the others, and yet somehow still moreso, in ways he can't explain. His walls clench, and he chases Yingxing's mouth for kiss after kiss after kiss, until he's breathless, his whole body trembling with the sensation.

The others were good. Amazing, even. And yet somehow, still nothing like this. He's dizzy with the pleasure as he comes down, mouth moving against Yingxing's in a silent plea, something rough and ragged, a plea to be filled up again— ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Later, even Dan Heng will be shocked by the whine of protest that leaves his lips when Yingxing comes—this time, without burying his knot deep inside the younger man. It's an unfair complaint, deeply selfish, because everything else about it is exactly what he needs, even down to the veritable flooding of his cunt and womb, his stomach swollen almost to the point of discomfort now.

(It's probably for the best that he isn't knotted, really, even as he complains about it.) ]


So good... [ His words are heavy and slurred, broken by a rough groan at the sensation of Yingxing's fingers continuing to roll gently over him. ] Feels so good...

[ And then he returns the bite, perhaps a little too hard—perhaps scolding, just a bit. ]

I wanted your knot, though.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He yelps, then laughs, as he's slapped on the ass. He knows that he's being difficult, but can Yingxing really blame him?

Apparently not, from the response the other gives, the laugh on his lips as he reminds Dan Heng that he needs food and water—and that they need to wash up.

(And... is it wrong that he likes all too much the idea of perhaps taking a shower or bath with the other?) ]


Mm... you're right.

[ Is there an edge of something sulky to his voice? Maybe, though he'd deny it even if the other man asked. Instead, he puts a hand to his swollen belly. ]

You realize that me moving anywhere is going to create a terrible mess, right?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng gasps at the sudden sensation as Yingxing eases himself free of his cunt. It's a veritable flood, Yingxing's cum and his own, so much of it that he can feel his belly relaxing as everything settles back into place. His eyes close, and the only sound he makes for a moment is a whimper, but then he hears the other's comment and he peers at him again, a soft, dazed laugh on his lips. ]

Just a little, [ he agrees, and his elbows fold under his body so that he can prop himself up, looking at the mess—

and only in that moment realizing just how many of Yingxing's clothes he stole the night before. His lips part in an apology, and then—

Oh. No.

No, there's something much more important and concerning than any of that. He... ]


I know some birth control pills don't work entirely properly during a heat. But, uhm. I'm on T as well, so... we should be okay. Right?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Yingxing curses, it's Dan Heng's turn to feel his blood run cold in panic. Until the other spoke, he was able to convince himself (illogically) that it was no big deal. But the older man looks stressed, and he's running his fingers through his hair, and Dan Heng can't help but think he's made a huge, huge mistake.

So, when the other says they'll need to be careful from now on, he nods. No complaints. As much as he liked the sensation of Yingxing filling him up, safety is important, so...

He swallows hard. ]


Once my heat is over, I'll go to my physician right away. Make sure that everything's okay. And... and make sure I'm protected properly for the future, too.

[ Not that Yingxing has said anything about the future, but... it's okay to hope for it, right? ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A good plan, Yingxing tells him, and honestly he's not really sure how it's any good, thought up in the midst of his panic, but he'll accept the compliment all the same, and he appreciates how Yingxing takes the idea, builds on it, turns it into a proper plan of action.

He offers the older man a small, shaky smile, more than grateful for the way he's helping to calm him down, and when Yingxing says he'll head to the pharmacy while Dan Heng eats, he nods. As much as he doesn't want to be separated from the other right now, he knows that it's what's best, so...

Ah, and... speaking of cleaning up... as they stand up, glowing eyes flick back to the mess they've made, memory surfacing once again now that the worst of the panic is over. ]


By the way, I... last night, before you came upstairs, I... I needed more of your scent, so. [ He sighs, cheeks pink and expression apologetic. ] There's a bunch of your clothes in here too. If we've ruined anything beyond cleaning, I'll pay for replacements.

[ He offers him a small, wry smile. ]

I told you I was thinking about you.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-18 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng's cheeks color darker at Yingxing's observation, but the hint of a smile finds his lips, an acknowledgement that they truly did go somewhat overboard. He's relieved, too, that the other man doesn't seem to mind about his clothes, washable or not.

Contented for now, he follows the guitarist through to the en suite bathroom—and pauses in the doorway, hesitant. ]


Maybe... you should clean up first, and I can start the laundry? And I'll clean up and eat while you're out?

[ It's not that he doesn't want to share the en suite with Yingxing—far from it, really, with the opposite being the truth of the matter. It's just... if they're in there together, part of him isn't sure he'll be able to resist, and that's just making their current problem all the worse... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-19 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
...Okay.

[ Dan Heng acquieses with a small smile, tilting his head into each of those kisses in turn and leaving his own behind. No matter what his own anxiety might have to say about this whole thing, he trusts Yingxing, appreciates the other's solution to the issue—not to mention the calm way in which he talks, grounding, calming. ]

Alright. I'll see how I feel once I've bathed. Thank you, Yingxing.

[ A pause as he hovers in the ensuite doorway. ]

I know it will be.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-19 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ In the time it takes Yingxing to shower, dress, and go to and from the pharmacy, Dan Heng... gets into the bath, and relaxes, and maybe even starts to doze a little—he was meant to eat, but that can happen afterwards, and—

Before long at all, though, he finds himself horny all over again.

The first groan is one of frustration. How is he meant to be a functioning member of society if his body is going to do this to him? He's not even sure it's been a full hour yet, but he's sweating and his legs are rubbing together and—

The next several groans are those of pleasure as he fucks himself with his fingers, lying back in the tub. Aeons, he wants Yingxing to come back and make a mess of him again, but for now this will have to do— ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-19 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Much to his chagrin, he's lost deep enough in his own pleasure that he doesn't hear Yingxing return home until the other raps his knuckles on the doorframe and slips into the ensuite bathroom, smiling down at him as he says a second knock, right before calling Dan Heng insatiable in a way that makes his lip curl even as he fucks himself hard and fast. ]

Are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to help me?

[ The words come with surprising bite, enough that Dan Heng's cheeks color in the very next moment. ]

I. Uh. Sorry, I just... ngh. Frustrated...

[ After the sensations that the other put him through last night, there's no way that his fingers are ever going to be enough again. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-20 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ A sigh of relief leaves his lips when Yingxing sits on the floor next to the tub, runs his palm over his thigh.

Although it's not relief for too long—there's barely a moment for it before the older man's mouth murmurs against his ear, sending shudders of pleasure down his spine even as his own fingers continue to push insistently into his cunt. His voice?

Aeons, as much as he wants to feel the other's mouth on him again, he— ]


O-oh—

[ The fingers of his free hand loose, splay over the side of the tub as he looks at Yingxing, wide-eyed. ]

Oh, that... mn.

[ Whoops. He's meant to give him an answer, isn't he? ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-20 09:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Right. Use his words. Dan Heng bites his lip as their noses nuzzle together, his hips twitching a little in response to the sensation of the elder's finger circling his hole. His own movements actually slow a little as he tries to process, and he whimpers, pressing in that little bit closer. ]

I think... I think good? I'm not sure, I... this is new for me.

[ His cheeks are warm. ]

But I... I like your voice.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-20 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ A low groan finds Dan Heng's lips as Yingxing's finger continues to tease over him, rubbing and caressing even as his mouth presses those kisses against his skin and murmurs those low, rough words. Keep fucking himself... yeah, he can do that.

He leans back, hips caught between arching up into his own movements and pressing back into Yingxing's touch, a soft whimper on his lips. ]


Fuck—

[ He bites the sound back in the next moment though, not wanting to hear his own voice at all. What he wants is... ]

Keep talking. Please. Keep talking to me—

[ As it is, he's not sure he'll last much longer... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-20 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng gasps out when Yingxing only leans closer, when his words turn molten and promising, breathing harshly into his ear in tune with the wet stripe of his tongue, the teasing push of his fingertips even as he continues to fuck himself open. The tantalizing thought of being fucked, whispered in the same breath as the idea of the other eating him out—Aeons if he could somehow have both at the same time, he would

He's squirming now, embarrassingly close to his end when he was holding on perfectly fine just before, mouth all but watering as he whines and rolls his hips. ]


I—ngh, Yingxing... I'm close—

[ He doesn't get to say much more than that. He cuts himself off with a moan, hips arching up hard into his hand as he loses himself, slick gushing from his cunt as his head tilts into the other's whispers. ]

Fuck....
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-20 11:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aeons... how embarrassing.

Dan Heng is fully aware of the fact that he came more to the sound of Yingxing's voice than anything either of them was doing to him. Embarrassing, isn't it? His cheeks are flushed with heat, but he nods, reaching for the soap. He'd like to talk about it, he thinks, but... after. Once he's dry. And fed. ]


Yeah. This shouldn't take too long...

[ And he sets about scrubbing himself, all business, eyes fixed carefully away form the other man even as he can feel the thrum of his heat purring away in his belly, unsatisfied with an orgasm from his fingers alone. ]

I'm starting to feel it again, but... I should eat first too. Right?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-21 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods in quiet content as Yingxing says he'll get things ready and let Dan Heng finish up. It works, too; at least for now his heat is purring in content, allowing him time to properly wash himself up and wrap himself in a warm towel afterward. He hasn't realized quite how little he's eaten, at least not until the scent of that food wafts up from downstairs, making his stomach grumble almost immediately. ]

Mm.. that smells good.

[ He makes his way down the stairs just as he is, towel tied around his torso, grateful for the size because it allows his tail to poke out without lifting the fabric too much. Maybe he should put something else on, but he gets the feeling it won't be like this for too long anyway. ]

Is this what you made last night? It smells amazing.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ Unlike last night, where Dan Heng felt he could barely eat, tonight he's ravenous. Practically the moment he sits, he's tearing into the rice and curry, for a moment not even hearing the other man's words.

When he does, he pauses and looks up, blinking as he has the decency to look a little embarrassed. Swallowing, he clears his throat, and then nods. ]


I'll have a beer too, actually. Please.

[ Normally he's much more a tea type, or even soda over beer, but with everything that's happened over the last few days, he feels like he needs it right now—

His thoughts are brought to a screeching halt by the compliment, and he looks up wth a blushing smile. ]


Yeah? I thought about asking for one of your shirts, but I can stay like this if you want...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He nods a "thank you" as Yingxing slides the beer across to him, taking—well, just a small sip for now. Surprisingly, though, the bitter taste contrasts the richness of the curry quite well, and in a way he feels like it only makes him hungrier. Without a word on the subject, he continues to clear his plate, the meaty curry both warming and comforting him as well as restoring his hunger.

To the compliment, he looks up with a wry smile, something amused written into the depths of his eyes. ]


Maybe I'll ask, then.

[ His head tilts, and it's probably obvious to the other man that he already is asking. He quite likes the idea of being comforted by the other's scent constantly around him anyway. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He finishes eating in record time, and... well, it's a little embarrassing, but he also knows why it happened, and so he doesn't let himself get too upset about it. It's also nice in a way, that he can sit back when he's done and just watch, enjoying the sight of Yingxing slowly eating through his own meal as he sips patiently at his own beer.

And, when he's told that he won't be denied, he smiles all the more prettily.

To Yingxing's other question though, he shakes his head, resting a hand at his own stomach. ]


No, thank you. It was delicious, but I just ate so fast I might make myself sick if I keep going.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's been doing such a good job of not letting himself get too embarrassed—but then Yingxing says that, and his face threatens to light up all over again. Dan Heng huffs, and drops his gaze, picking up his beer and taking a defiant swig of what's left. ]

I obviously didn't forget on purpose, [ he says, and even to his own ears he sounds a little sullen. ] There are just.. there are a lot of things going on with my body right now, and sometimes it's hard to know what to listen to first—

[ And when one of the things he wants is so obviously here, well... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing's timer comment is rewarded with another sullen little huff, another stubborn little swig of his beer—this time catching the dregs of the bottle. With a sigh, he... does the responsible thing and moves over to put his bottle in the recycling as well, and then leans on the kitchen counter, tail swishing idly behind him as he watches the other man pack up the leftovers. ]

Is there anything I can do to help? You've done so much for me in just the last twenty-four hours...

[ The food, the washing... not to mention all the sex... and he—

frowns as he spies his phone lighting up on the counter, on silent for the past whole day.

Oh, he'd completely forgotten about—

52 missed calls

Fuck—

His voice is strained as he answers the phone. ]


Gege, hi—
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Fuck. Aeons, he's so fucked—In his sudden panic, Dan Heng very nearly drops his towel, leaving it in the end clutched dangling in front of his breasts as he leans back on the counter, phone held white-knuckled in his other hand. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I don't. I...

[ He huffs out. He can't just tell Dan Feng here's come here of all places, he'll kill him, he's always told him not to mess with rock stars, and if he were to find out it were one of his friends surely that would be so much worse...

But at the same time, his brother has been at his place, is maybe still there, and...

Deep breath. ]


I'm with a friend, [ he says, voice low. ] I'm... I'm in the middle of my first heat. I needed to be somewhere safe. I'm sorry, my phone was on silent and I didn't realize—
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, of course he contacted Stelle and March. He'd hoped against all hope that he wouldn't do that, that telling the truth of his heat would let Dan Feng just make the wrong assumptions and move on, but...

At least his brother isn't yelling anymore—

Another deep, slow breath. ]


I'm not... wasn't trying to hide it from you. When I texted you to cancel, I didn't realize. Since then I just haven't really been thinking right. Honestly, I forgot my phone existed until I saw it just now. I'm so sorry—

[ Is it someone he trusts? Is he alright? ]

Yes, though. Yes, I'm with a friend I can trust. I promise. I'm alright. I'm being cared for.

[ His cheeks heat at the understatement in those words. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I know. I'm safe, gege, I promise. I'll call you soon, okay?

[ It's with a sigh of relief that he hangs up the phone, looking up at Yingxing—and belatedly realizing the towel barely covering him anymore. He's quick to grab it and wrap it around himself again, even as his cheeks flush and he frowns at the older man. ]

You look happy... [ But before he can even settle back on that thought, he confesses: ]

Gege has always told me to stay away from rock stars. He'll kill me, if he knows I came here. I know he's your friend but... [ His expression, now, turns apologetic. ] Please don't tell him I've been here.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Look, he can still be shy even though Yingxing has seen everything, okay???

Maybe he'd say as much too, correctly interpreting that brow raise for what it is, if it weren't for the elder's arms reaching out to pull him in near. Dan Heng smiles as his own head tips up, as their foreheads come together, and—

He grimaces at Yingxing's words even as that roughened thumb smooths so gently over his skin. ]


I know he's not stupid, I just—

[ "If you want to continue this—"

Aeons, this is not a conversation he should be having in the middle of a heat, is it? ]


I want to continue this, [ he says anyway, voice quiet but strong. Stubborn. ] But... if I tell him now, who knows what he'll do...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He is needier right now, more wanting... perhaps that's why, when there's even a hint of doubt in Yingxing's voice, he immediately starts to second-guess himself, to wonder if he should just ask the other what he thinks. But... no, he knows what he's doing, he knows his brother...

He nods slightly, nudges his nose back against Yingxing's. ]


I'm not saying we wait ages. Just... let me get through this heat, first? [ There's something pleading in his tone. ] That's all. You know that the moment I say anything, he'll be here to yell at me, and right now I just... mn.

[ Of course, he hasn't considered what Dan Feng might want to say or do to Yingxing, focused only on his brother's protective nature towards him... ]

Right now I just want to be here with you. If that's alright with you.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-22 02:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Good. [ It's a murmur, almost a purr, as he's scooped in closer to the older man, his hand reaching up in answer to brush along Yingxing's cheek. ]

Okay, [ he breathes, and then adjusts himself, standing on tiptoes so that he can brush his mouth against the older man's, his smile still hinting at the corners of his own. ] Good.

[ And there's a part of him that still wants a shirt to wear, yes, but with their renewed proximity, the more insistent part of him is content to stay like this, to slip one of his legs between Yingxing's just a little, allowing him to draw in that litte closer to the older man. ]

Then... why don't we pick up where we left off? [ His voice is low, sweetened with an onset of his heat he hasn't even noticed physically yet, driven too perhaps by the leftover spike of adrenaline from the ringing of his phone. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-23 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ It may be confidence that he's wearing, but it's still a little new, Dan Heng yelping softly as he's lifted onto the countertop, the sound followed by a soft laugh as his arms wrap around the other's shoulders, pulling him close even as his legs hook around his waist too. ]

Is this hygienic? [ he wonders, voice low, though it should be clear from the smile on his face that honestly, he's not altogether too worried.

(He might be, normally. But it's just the two of them, and he's in heat.)

He proves it with a stroke of his ankle along the back of Yingxing's leg, a lazy smile on his lips as he leans in to kiss him once more. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-23 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ A huff in response—totally not what he meant—but there's no protest, Dan Heng humming into the kiss as Yingxing's hands slide up under the towel, his own fingers splaying along the other's back as he kisses, slow and exploring, until the other breaks it so that his mouth can make a new path instead. And in response, Dan Heng's head tilts back, a soft catch of breath and shudder down his spine, a bite of his lip as his eyes close. ]

You think so? [ he mumbles. This time, he doesn't fight it, although there is a smile on his face as one of his hands moves to his side to brace on the counter, something playful glinting behind the glow. ] I don't know, I think you might be a little biased...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-23 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He chuckles softly when he's told that it's true, bias or not, his smile sweet and a little shy now in answer to that which curves against his skin. His lips part, and he wants to tell Yingxing how handsome he is too, how he can see that smile, but it feels almost silly to do so right after the other has said something so nice. He wants Yingxing to know that he feels these things not only in reciprocation, but on his own.

He's still somewhere lost in the middle of all that when the other's kisses trail down over his breasts, making his breath catch as hands cup his hips, and those soft words continue. ]


I'm glad I came here too. I din't even... it was like instinct. [ His cheeks redden. ] I thought of you, and I just... had to be here.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-23 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He can't help but laugh at that in response. ] I suppose when it came to telling you, I didn't really ... I never expected you'd like me. I'm so much younger than you, I figured you'd just think of me as your friend's kid brother. I was prepared to just.. say nothing about it, honestly.

[ But then his heat happened, and...

Dan Heng shakes his head, nudging his nose back against Yingxing's as the other man starts to unwind his towel, leaving him naked on the counter. ]


But... I said already I'm glad I came here. I'm really glad I came here. Knowing what I know now.

[ A pause, as his lips peck briefly against Yingxing's. ]

If anything, I'm annoyed I made myself wait so long.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-23 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles slightly at that—Yingxing's right, after all. The beginning of his heat was hell, but if that was what it took to finally get him over here... well, he can't really complain, can he?

With the towel gone completely, he feels exposed—just for a moment, though; that feeling is forgotten quickly in the wake of fresh kisses, of fingers skimming his sides and grasping his hands for a moment, or thumbs skating along the undersides of his breasts as a teasing murmur brushes against the kisses left over his jaw.

Dan Heng feels his cheeks burn. Serve, prince—words strong as they are playful, making him bite his lip as he cants his head back just a little, giving Yingxing more space to kiss.

And for a moment, he's a little torn. Are there things he wants Yingxing to do? Yes, especially as the pulse of his heat starts up again, heady and slow and wanting in his belly. Is he embarrassed to say as much? Certainly. But also...

Fingers curl into Yingxing's pale hair. ]


Surprise me, [ he murmurs, his voice husky enough that it takes him aback for a moment. ] Show me something new.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-25 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's not sure what he's expecting when he asks for something new, or what the outcome of such a request will be—but he's certainly not about to complain in response to the slow way the other starts to kiss a path down his throat, nuzzling at his collarbone and breathing against the skin—and who would have known that breath could do that to his insides, turning them to molten gold, his cunt giving a pretty little shiver in answer.

The fingers in Yingxing's hair tighten, and his other hand finds the edge of the bench, holding to its edge. When the other's knuckles drag over him, slow and teasing, he gasps, and his own knuckles whiten from their grip. And when that mouth closes over him, he groans.

Dan Heng is smart, and— ]


Aeons... you're going to tease me, aren't you...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-25 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He groans, head tilting back and teeth pressing into his lower lip. He should have known the other would tease like this when he told him to surprise him, should have figured he'd do something a little mean

Still, he's not about to complain. Not when Yingxing's fingers and mouth both feel so good against him, tongue rolling and teasing even as he sucks at one too-sensitive nipple, making the younger man arch his back up against the sensation; fingers spreading his cunt to rub over his clit with his own slick and making him shudder in delight. ]


Nngh... mmm, like that is good... right there...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-27 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng groans in response to the question, nodding as his fingers, still curled through Yingxing's hair, tighten. One hand unthreads itself and drags down over the other's face, anchoring at his shoulder as his teeth press harder into his lip. ]

Y-yeah. Fuck... so good. More, please—

[ He knows that he won't get more for asking, that the other is enjoying teasing him, and yet he can't quite help but ask for it, hips arching towards the other even as a soft whimper escapes his lips. ]

Yingxing... nngh...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-29 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he didn't already know the trouble in which he's landed himself, Yingxing's low voice, murmuring "we'll see"... it would be enough to tell him the whole of it. The other almost immediately slows his movements, and Dan Heng whines, tail lashing as he squirms, hips lifting in an attempt to bring something more.

He should have known... should have predicted the other would play like this, teasing as he's always been even in friendship—really, he only has himself to blame for it, doesn't he? It doesn't stop him from writhing, though, from tangling his fingers harder in the other's hair as Yingxing starts to thrust his middle finger slow and shallow, making Dan Heng's head fall back on a low moan. He can feel how hard he is, he knows he wants him too— ]


Fuck... ah, damnit.. you're being unfair...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-30 10:43 am (UTC)(link)
I—ngh—

[ The fingers on the counter tighten, knuckles white as he writhes. He can handle teasing, but he's whining because of course he is, because it feels good and he wants more, and he's in heat and he's so horny

He sucks in a sharp, trembling breath.

Is he demanding? No, he... he's asking, he... ]


Yes—

[ He means "no", but he can't think of the actual verb for what he's doing, what he wants to do, so... this will have to be enough. ]

Yes. Give me... give me more, Yingxing...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-05-31 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ If he knew the truth of what's on Yingxing's mind, Dan Heng would probably blush hard enough to set the rest of the kitchen on fire. As it is, he can only lean back a little, hips canting into that touch, biting his lip in an effort to prevent himself from just begging for more like the needy bitch his heat has (embarrassingly) made him become.

Though, when Yingxing mentions that he wants to taste him again, he groans despite himself, the older man will feel his cunt walls flutter and tighten in anticipation and desire.

Dan Heng sucks in a shaky breath. ]


Then—ngh—then you should.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-01 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng groans into Yingxing's mouth, returning the kiss for the brief moment it's pressed into his mouth, hungry and wanton in a way he never imagined he could be. He can't help but whine a little when the kiss is broken, even though he knows it's going to be good for him in the long run, even as his fingers tighten against the counter in anticipation.

The moment Yingxing is settled against him, Dan Heng's fingers curl into his hair again, and he tries not to grip too tightly as the other's tongue swipes over his cunt, slow and delightful and the slimmest of warnings for what comes next as the older man all but dives onto his clit, making his hips buck in pleasured shock. ]


Oh—oh, fuck...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-01 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Very quickly, Dan Heng melts. He goes from moaning and clutching his fingers in Yingxing's hair to writhing under his ministrations, lips parting in shallow, whiny gasps as his hips buck up against the other's mouth. It's so good, each suck of his clit sending a sharp wave of pleasure through him, each well-timed thrust of his fingers making him keen in a low, shaken voice. Yingxing knows exactly what he's doing by making it slow, teasing him even as he offers so much pleasure.

The room fills with them: with the wet sounds of Yingxing's fingers moving against him as Dan Heng writhes and moans, with the mingling scents of the remnants of breakfast, of his own sopping cunt practically dripping all over again with need, of the older man's growing arousal, thick with the same aromas that have been driving Dan Heng mad for the past day.

(And, if Yingxing thinks he'll leave him needy after this, he has another thing coming. As much as Dan Heng's heat wants satiation, he wants to please the other man as well...)

With another groan, he pulls his fingers from the counter, both hands buried now in Yingxing's hair. ]


Please—
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-01 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gods help him, Dan Heng has never wanted something this much before. Later, when he thinks about it, he'll recognize how far it goes even beyond the need driven by his heat—this desire is something Yingxing has built up all on his own, brought him to just by virtue of the pleasure he offers. Not only is the sound in the room now that of his slick, but he can hear too the moans coming from between his legs, answering his own as he all but grinds up into the other's face.

He doesn't think he'll last much longer, suddenly, and it doesn't help matters when Yingxing's fingers curl, stroking those more sensitive places, the pace of his ministrations sped up in response to the fingers practically tugging at his hair. ]


Y-Yingxing, I... fuck—

[ Dan Heng thinks wildly that he's cursed more in the past 24 hours than he has in the entirety of his life. ]

Please, just... hngh, a little more— faster, harder, something I'm so close—
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-03 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, how he would relish the challenge, at any other time. A battle between the two of them, pushing and pulling, trying to demand even as he's brought to pieces. But that's not where Dan Heng's mind is right now. Right now, all he wants is release. He needs it, body aching for it despite having been sated so many times in the last twenty-four hours.

When he is pulled over the edge, he's too loud by halves, tail thrashing under him and fingers tugging as he gushes slick over Yingxing's fingers, his mouth, his chin. His head falls back with a thunk against the counter, a harsh exhale on his lips as he starts to come back down. ]


You're... too good at that, [ he mumbles, almost mindless in the aftermath of his pleasure. ] Better than I ever imagined.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-05 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng whines, writhes under those last few slow laps over his clit, unaware right now of how much of a mess he's made of the other. With a soft groan, he sinks back, relaxes into the countertop as he feels Yingxing's head lean against his thigh.

And then, belatedly, he realizes what he said, and his face turns pink, a groan of frustration and embarrassment on his lips; if it weren't for the nose that nudges against his in the next moment, he'd probably hide his face in both hands. ]


I... ugh. I didn't mean to say that, [ he admits, his voice low. But... if they've just gone this far... surely he can...

A breath. ]


Often. I imagined it pretty often. And, um. [ Another breath, and then a brave addition rushes forth: ] The other way around, too.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-05 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ His brows lift ever so slightly when Yingxing asks him if it appeals to him—the other way around, that is. And, without any hesitation whatsoever, he nods. ]

Of course it does, [ he says, his voice soft. ] I want... [ Ugh, it's embarrassing to put into words, just like it's embarrassing to have Yingxing know that he's thought about this. It's not that he wants to hide it, it's just...

He's not used to letting anyone see him quite so... closely.

Dan Heng's tongue traces over his lower lip. ]


I've... never done it before, but. The idea of making you feel as good as you make me feel, it's... I like that.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-05 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng's smile in response is slow, but genuine, his fingers reaching out to lazily thread back through Yingxing's hair, to brush over his face. ]

I'm not asking you because I feel like I have to. I'm asking you because I want to. I want you to feel that good. I want to be the one who makes you feel it.

[ He nudges his nose against the other man's again, sweet with embarrassment but also something warm, affectionate. ]

So...

[ And he bites his lip, a flare of heat in his cheeks. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-05 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ And Dan Heng can't help but laugh, something bright and warm in his eyes at the way Yingxing is so quick to scoop him up and toward the living area. It belies the older man's enthusiasm too, the way he pulls him through the room, all but drops into his own seat with the younger man in his lap...

And mn, fuck, he's so hard. It would be so easy to grind himself down against him, but—

No, that's not what he wants to do here.

He braces a hand on Yingxing's chest, lifts his own hips, pulls himself back from the temptation until he's sat beside him, eyes bright and warm and excited. ]


Be patient with me, [ he murmurs, leaning over him, starting slow with kisses pressed to the corners of his mouth, to the underside of his mouth, to his chin. His fingers work on the other's shirt, baring his chest to give him something to continue working with. ] I want to get this right.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-05 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng's breath catches when Yingxing's response is to simply reach and pull his entire shirt off, and he pauses what he's doing just for long enough that he can watch the flex of the other's muscles as he does. There's a vague recognition—not for the first time, either—of the scars that litter the older man's arms, but through the ever-present fog of his heat, he doesn't think to ask about them.

Besides, the majority of his attention is focused on what he can do for the other man.

With a slight smile in his direction, Dan Heng continues to kiss his way down over Yingxing's chest, and he's trying not to tease too much when the other is already so achingly hard, but he's curious, too, enjoying what exploration he can, mouth wandering over the lines of the other's muscles as his fingers undo his pants and tug at them just enough to free Yingxing's cock to the air.

Mercifully, perhaps, he's a little quicker after that, kissing his way down over the other's abdomen and then straightening up just enough to offer him a smile before parting his lips and taking the tip of his cock between them. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-06 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He has no idea how he looks, but from the way Yingxing cuts his sentence off on a groan, Dan Heng can only assume that it's good. That the other is pleased. He allows the briefest of smiles to find his lips before he lowers his head again, focusing on a few different things at once: going slow, learning the other properly, learning what he's doing properly, and also making the older man feel good.

It's a lot of different things, but in the midst of his desire, he's confident he can do it.

Dan Heng sighs, starts with just the head of him, licking and suckling, exploring with his tongue and mouth. He's a little hesitant at first but after a moment he reaches out with a hand too, bracing one against Yingxing's thigh but wrapping the other around his base, slow strokes over the parts of him his mouth doesn't yet reach.

His lips part for a breath, and his eyes flick up. ]


Tell me if there's something you really like? [ he whispers, and then presses down again, his mouth this time moving a little lower. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-06 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing is big, and for someone with no experience at all with blowjobs, it's certainly a challenge. He's barely taken the other past his tip, and his lips already feel stretched impossibly wide, his mouth overfull with him.

But Dan Heng is nothing if not stubborn, especially when it comes to something he wants to do, wants to be good at, and so difficult or not, he keeps at it, lowers his mouth that little more, until he feels he can't possibly stretch any wider right now.

Once he gets used to—sort of, at least—the girth filling his mouth, he starts to move his head, slow bobs against him as he licks and sucks over the skin, humming lowly in response to being told that he's good at it. His hand, slick with his own saliva, strokes over and works the places he can't reach.

It's not easy from this angle, but he wants to see Yingxing's face, to see the pleasure play out, to give him more hint of what works best, and so he peers up, trying to catch his gaze as he moves. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-07 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hasn't quite worked out yet how good his humming feels for Yingxing. If anything, it's more a method of communicating right now than anything else, hence the hummed, murmured response as he starts to move, an agreement that he won't take more than he can handle right now. It's like that that he moves, working to please the other, taking him as deep as he possibly can with each bob of his head—

—and somewhere, vaguely amidst the building, cloying heat, he wonders if he'll ever be able to take him all

hand working in firm strokes over him to make sure all of him enjoys it, not just what little Dan Heng can reach.

And the whole time, he watches as well as he can, enjoys the expressions playing over the other's face, the expression he wears that shows the struggle, the pleasure all at once. Selfishly, he wants to be the best he's ever had, and the more he watches, the more he can learn... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-07 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh—the humming is good. Dan Heng thinks he can work with that. With a soft sound, he continues to work his mouth against the other's arousal, a shudder racing down his spine at the amount of pre spilling over his tongue, warning and promise all at once.

And with that in mind, it's a warning he appreciates, because he remembers just how much Yingxing has in him, knows how quickly his mouth will be flooded by it. It gives him time to relax himself, to prepare for him even as he laps over and around him, enjoying the heated musk under his tongue and lips.

But he doesn't stop, not even once. He wants Yingxing to feel good. He wants him to lose it, to show him how good he can be for him like this... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-07 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh.

Oh, maybe he has indeed bitten off more than he can chew.

Dan Heng has to fight to stop himself from gasping at the speed and volume with which his mouth is suddenly flooded, knowing that doing so will only lead to him choking around the other. He locks his lips shut, does everything he can to relax even as as older man's hips jerk up into his mouth, spilling what feels like load after load after load. Dan Heng swallows, and swallows again, but in the end he's forced to pant out a breath, mouth slipping open and hot seed spilling over his mouth, running down over his jaw and chin as he pants for breath. There's no doubt he's just made a hell of a mess... ]


Ngh... fuck, [ he mumbles, almost mindless with it, blinking slowly as he peers back up at Yingxing again, a smile finding its way back to his lips. ]

Good?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-07 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a comment that earns Yingxing a soft laugh, amused as it is embarrassed, something fond in those glowing eyes just before they close under that touch, the feeling of that thumb smoothing over his lips and to his chin, the mess he's made of not just himself, but the older man too. ]

We'll need another shower, [ he responds in the same tone as his laughter, shaking his head as his eyes open again. Part of him feels as if he should apologize, but... well, he gets the feeling Yingxing enjoyed himself, and that makes it all worth it.

What he can say, though, is... ]


I'll try to make less of a mess next time.

[ And he will. He'll practice, if that's what it takes... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's one timer internally set for two minutes that, during the next five days, becomes many, the two of them entangling themselves in one another over and over again—so much so, in fact, that Dan Heng is almost disappointed the first time he wakes up feeling finally free of his heat, the cloying fever and gnawing need entirely absent for the first time in a week.

There's a part of him that almost doesn't want to tell Yingxing. Now that he's back to himself, the logic of their situation settles on him as cold as ice. Who Yingxing is, who he is, their age difference... just a few barriers among many...

But he's nothing if not honest. It's with a soft sigh that he nudges the other awake, a soft kiss pressed to the underside of his chin. ]


It's over, [ he says, voice soft, once he feels Yingxing stir. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is he feeling better? It would be so easy for Dan Heng to throw up all his usual walls, to tell Yingxing that he's fine now.

But after the week they've spent together, the other man deserves more from him, doesn't he? And if Dan Heng is honest... ]


Yes. Physically, at least. But I have to admit I'm a little disappointed, too.

[ It's a bold swing, but an honest one, and that's what's most important as far as he's concerned. Maybe it's selfish, but all that cold logic aside, he knows that he doesn't want this to just end, so... ]

Everything that happened this past week, I've wanted it all for a long time. I was just too much of a coward to say anything before I had no other choice in the matter. First, you were my brother's friend, and then mine, and... I did not want to put that friendship at risk.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng's head tilts in surprise. And here he'd thought that was his line, that Yingxing might be the one who wanted to back off, that his words were said only out of kindness in the middle of the younger's heat. And yet...

Yingxing's nose nudges against his, and Dan Heng turns his head slightly, catching the other's mouth in a brief, soft kiss. ]


I haven't changed my mind, [ he responds, and his voice is quiet, but as serious as it's ever been. His eyes open, glowing teal peering into soft lavender. ] I like you a lot, Yingxing. So it doesn't matter how complicated any of this is.

[ Idly, his fingers smooth down over the other's chest, skating over firm muscle. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ His head tilts at that, something like confusion coming into his eyes as he looks up at him—and as Yingxing curls his arm under his head, Dan Heng notices not for the first time—but processes for the first time—the scars that litter the skin, and he frowns, because now he has two questions...

His hand lifts from the older man's chest, fingers tracing lightly over those scars instead, a reminder for when they're done with this conversation. ]


You don't seem like a creep. Why would you? I'm the one who came here.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's quick to shake his head. ]

Responsible, maybe. But it also would have been cruel. Besides... it's become clear to me that I did a terrible job at hiding my interest before. Maybe in the moment I couldn't consent properly, but...

[ He frowns, a slight heat to his cheeks—but sincerity in his gaze as he looks up at the other quietly. ]

At least in my mind, my consent was always clear, and I think you knew that too. Even then, you asked questions and sought as much of it as you could. So... if you're worried about that, you don't have to be.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 08:31 am (UTC)(link)
I don't regret it either.

[ There's a soft insistence in his voice, a stubbornness borne perhaps of the fact that he can still see some hesitance in Yingxing's acceptance of what has happened. Sure, maybe things didn't go perfectly, but when do things go perfectly? Maybe he's biased, but it all worked out for the best anyway, so...

He presses another small kiss to the corner of the older man's mouth—and then pulls back just slightly, looking down to where his fingers are still tracing over old scars. ]


Yingxing... Will you tell me about these?

[ Scars are rarely from anything good, so he might be asking a lot, but... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-08 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, he thinks to stop, to tell the other man he doesn't have to share if he doesn't want. But Yingxing continues before Dan Heng can stop him, pointing out marks first that are distinct from the others, likely at a glance left by cigarettes. His brows furrow—it's no secret to anyone that Blade doesn't talk about his family, but this...

Before he can say anything, though, the other continues to talk, frowning as he explains the truth of the scar. Dan Heng feels his heart break for him. Just as human as anyone else, he's made mistakes—and how could he not, when he's lived so much pain?—and yet there's something on the other man's face that almost reads like... is it guilt? Shame? He can't tell, but...

He looks at him in silence for a moment before he leans forward, a soft brush of his lips against the scars. He says nothing—there's nothing to say, not from someone who can't even begin to comprehend the whole of what he's been through. But at the very least, he can offer acceptance and comfort. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-09 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng shakes his head for a brief moment before he sighs and leans his head into the soft kiss pressed against his skin. ]

Just because it was a long time ago didn't mean it wasn't terrible. [ No doubt the other will hear the genuine sincerity in his tone as he looks up at him with a thoughtful, quiet expression. ]

I don't really know what else to say, but I want... I want to make sure you know I'm not judging you. I'm just sorry for the things you went through that drove you that far. And... and I'm proud of you for fighting back and coming as far as you have.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-09 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng smiles back, his expression gentle and quiet, patience written all over him as he just watches and waits... the things he said weren't just said, he means them, and stubborn as he is, he wants Yingxing to listen, for the truth of them to settle on his heart. ]

You don't have to say anything, [ he responds quietly, and he presses another kiss against his skin before curling into him and just breathing, letting himself relax for the first time in the better part of a week. What Yingxing came from... it doesn't matter to him.

The only thing that matters that they're here now, like this.

...And like this they stay for a little while, curled up and just enjoying one another until with a soft, reluctant sigh, Dan Heng stretches, looks up at Yingxing. ]


As much as I've enjoyed the last week... I probably need to think about heading back home. Everything's probably a complete mess.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-09 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He finds a smile creeping onto his lips. ]

Mm... going home will be strange, too. [ If he were Stelle, he might make some silly comment about being without his personal chef. A way to separate himself from it a little, to make it easier. But while he can be awkward with his feelings at times, he still wants to be honest, and so he doesn't do that. Instead, he takes the other's hand, and squeezes it. ] I'll miss you, but.. yeah, I do. I know you do, too.

[ Those skipped practices didn't go unnoticed, after all. ]

Besides, we can..

[ A pause. Ugh. How does he say this? ]

I'd like to see you again soon, though. If that's okay.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs, eyes closing and forehead bumping back up against the other man's in response, a soft smile on his lips. He's content like this, and he really would stay if he could...

He sighs, and tightens his grip on the other man's hands for just a moment. ]


Good. Because I meant it too. So... we'll figure it out from here.

[ Ugh. He's stalling. It's obvious he's stalling. He doesn't want to go home, even though he needs to. Study catch-up aside, he's pretty confident he left a sweaty pile of clothes on the floor... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng can only smile again, more than thrilled by the other's words, and he may not be the most expressive of people but it's definitely pretty clear on his lips, especially for someone who knows him as well as Yingxing does. He returns those kisses before pulling away with a nod, and as they move the air shimmers around him until he's once more short-haired and blue-eyed. ]

Yeah, [ he agrees, and he opens the door—

and perhaps the problem with his smile is that one of all of three other people who knows him well enough to completely understand is the exact person standing in front of the door as it opens to let him out, arms folding over his chest.

Dan Heng's steps grind to a halt, and his mouth opens a little too far. ]


Uh. Gege.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
—leaving. I was just leaving.

[ He pitches in, finishes Yingxing's statement even as he trails to a dead halt, because there's no point in lying, not when it will only make things worse for them both to do so. His breath shudders as he takes it, but he keeps his eyes on his brother's face all the same, not allowing himself to back down despite how furious Dan Feng looks. ]

I suppose you can see for yourself that yes, this is the friend whose house I went to. [ Then, gentle but insistent in tone: ] I told you it was someone I trusted, right?

[ It's not much of an argument, but it's the only one he has. Dan Feng should trust Yingxing too, hasn't he always? ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 09:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes widen at Dan Feng's comment, and this time it's Dan Heng's eyebrows that narrow, the youngest of the three men stepping back a little with the intent of pulling his wrist free of his brother's grip. ]

No, wait.

[ If he didn't expect opposition, he certainly won't expect defiance, the determination written into his younger brother's eyes as he looks between the two of them. ]

This isn't Yingxing's fault. I know I'm young, but I'm the one who made the choice to come here. I'm the one who asked for help. And it... [ Well, they were going to have to tell him eventually... ] it wasn't only about my heat anyway, gege. I came here because I wanted to.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing the hurt on his brother's face softens Dan Heng a little in turn, but he still doesn't bend. He knows what he wants, and he's an adult. Technically, he doesn't even need the other to understand—but he loves him, and he wants him to get it, at least, even if he can't fully support it.

His free hand lifts, covers the hand grasping at his wrist, and this time there's less wilfulness in his gaze but something quieter, more logical. ]


Please don't—I'm not confused, ge. I've liked Yingxing for a long time. well before my first heat. And.. he's telling the truth. Actually, he was the one who insisted we had to tell you. I just wanted to get through my heat first. I—we both—understand that the situation is difficult, and that it would need a discussion, but my heat was the wrong time to do that, so...

[ He sighs. ]

I'm not expecting you to like this right away, but don't be angry with him when I was the one who came here in the first place.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 11:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's grateful when Dan Feng cuts himself off. Not because he wants his brother not to care, but because at the very least it means he's decided not to argue now, and maybe they can both talk about it when they're less tired, less worn out in their own ways. He has explaining to do on his own account, after all, he knows that too.

After all, Dan Feng always told him not to chase after rock stars.

It seems like it might be over enough that they can leave it for another day, when...

you used protection, yes?

...and even if he thought he could possibly brush the topic off, the way Yingxing freezes just behind him makes the answer far too evident.

Dan Heng sighs. Maybe if he frames it in a positive light... ]


I'm on the pill. And T. Between them they should be enough but just in case, we started using condoms after the first night, and I made an appointment with my physician.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-10 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Gege

[ Like his brother, Dan Heng has started to turn red—though in his case, it's out of embarrassment. If he sounds mortified when he speaks, it's because he is... and yet there's nothing else for him to say. He can't argue, not about this—not when he knows that with this at least they've made a mistake. But..

Fuck, this whole thing is the worst kind of mess.

He looks over at Yingxing, pained apology written onto his expression. It's an apology owed, but no doubt saying it aloud will just make things even worse. He can only hope the older man sees it, understands.

And that he's not pregnant.

And that he can find a way to talk Dan Feng around. ]


Gege, [ he says, his voice soft. And because he thinks it's the only way of getting out of here with Yingxing alive: ] Can we go?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-11 10:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hand taken in his brother's, Dan Heng is all but dragged out of the apartment and back out toward the parking lot. His brother has a driver ready to take his car, leaving him forced to hand over the keys, cheeks burning red. It's as if Dan Feng is determined to make sure he gets home

The younger brother wonders, mutinously, if he intends to lock him up there, like some princess in a faerie tale or other immersia.

But he doesn't say anything, not until they're in Dan Feng's car, answering silence with silence until the door shuts behind his older brother, until the engine starts with a low hum. ]


You weren't there to see his face, gege. [ His voice is quiet, but his tone is decisive. Sure. ] He was horrified. It hadn't crossed his mind at all. And I... as much as you're hoping I'm not pregnant, I'm hoping that even more, but...

[ He frowns. How is he meant to word this? ]

That shock tells me he wasn't just being careless. It was more that.. it's like he didn't think about it because he still saw me as man, despite all the physical evidence to the contrary.

[ He looks up at his brother with a small, tentative smile. ]

And if that's true, it makes me happy.
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[personal profile] loong 2025-06-12 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ given dan heng's behavior in yingxing's flat, dan feng expects some measure of backtalk from him, so when dan heng begins, however gently, he sighs.

but he still listens. tries to understand, even if he's still furious. ]


Dan Heng..

[ another sigh, and dan feng frowns through the windshield as he stops at an intersection. ]

I know you're technically an adult, but you're still so young. How can you know what happiness with another person is, yet? You've never even dated before. You haven't even dated him.

[ his brow furrows, and now that his anger has fizzled away a bit, all that's left is stark concern. dan heng is smart, he's so smart, but he's also very, very naive in many ways, and that can be dangerous. in the end, he'll have to make his own mistakes to learn, but accidentally getting pregnant when he's barely old enough to drink is a big way to learn. ]

Whether or not he was careless, in the end, is irrelevant. He took you to bed, someone over ten years younger than him who couldn't properly consent - that alone was a poor choice, let alone not even thinking to use protection, regardless of your gender. What if you caught something from him? He's a rock star, didi.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-12 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng looks across at his brother in response to that question, raising both his eyebrows. ]

...Are you saying I don't actually know that what I'm feeling is happiness? I was talking about one small thing, gege, I wasn't doing that stupid lovelorn thing you seem to think I'm doing. I don't know what happiness is with another person, but I won't ever know that if I don't give myself a chance. Right?

[ It's logical, he thinks... but so too is what Dan Feng says next, poiting out the mistakes Yingxing made—the mistakes they both made. ]

What does it matter if it was a poor choice? It was a mistake. It wasn't something he did on purpose. We know we started things backward and...

[ Ugh. He feels like he's on the back foot here. Defense, defense, defense. Is there any way that his older brother can possibly understand just how much he likes Yingxing? ]

We talked about it, actually. We... we'd both like to try going on dates.
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[personal profile] loong 2025-06-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Weren't you? You certainly seem lovelorn to me. I've seen that bracelet you wear, you know.

[ he's known about dan heng's little crush on his favorite rock star for awhile, which is why dan feng had eyed yingxing the moment he started making moves on his little brother. it's a delicate power dynamic, one between a celebrity and a fan, and he doesn't want to see dan heng hurt because of it.

of course, he loves and trusts yingxing, but.. much of that trust has been damaged, now.

dan feng sighs, closing his eyes for a brief moment until the light changes, and he begins to glide forward again. ]


Didi.. I had one ask. And that ask was to stay away from rock stars. Even my own friends.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-14 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ In response to his older brother's comment, Dan Heng looks away, trying not to get himself too embarrassed. ]

That's... that's different. March bought that for me, it wasn't...

[ He sighs, and leans forward in his seat, closing his eyes. ]

I know. But I can't... this isn't really... I can't control who I like, gege. I wasn't looking for this to happen. But I... but he just...

[ Another sigh, as Dan Heng shakes his head. ]

I'm sorry, gege.
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[personal profile] loong 2025-06-14 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ dan feng is silent for a moment, his lips pressed into a line as dan heng scrambles and sighs. his heart squeezes in his chest. the last thing he wants is for his precious little brother to get hurt, or to feel like he can't trust his best friend, but.. aeons, the life of a rock star can be so messy.

they slide into the driveway, and dan feng puts the car in park. ]


.. I suppose if you are going to be dating a rock star, one that I know is better than one that I do not.

[ he says, softly, then reaches to place a hand over one of dan heng's. ]

I know I can't stop you. Especially not now. Just.. please. Be careful.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-14 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looks up, and where most people would see a stoic face, Dan Feng will see the surprise play out across his little brother's features as his hand comes to rest over Dan Heng's. ]

I...

[ He's not sure what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn't for Dan Feng to soften as quickly as he has. He turns his hand, wraps his fingers around his brother's. ]

I will be, I promise. I just...

[ Another sigh as he shakes his head. ]

Thank you for... for trying to understand, gege. I know it's not what you want for me, but...
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[personal profile] loong 2025-06-14 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hmph. You're just lucky that I am such a kind and understanding brother.

[ he huffs, then gives dan heng's hand a squeeze and kills the ignition, unclipping his seatbelt so they can unload themselves from the car. ]

Come inside, then, I'll make you something to eat.

[ if he can't keep dan heng from throwing himself at a rock star, he can at least fuss over him in other ways. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-15 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ To that, Dan Heng lets out a soft sound of amusement.

Kind and understanding. Right. After he physically went to Yingxing's place to hunt him down..

He says nothing of the sort. Instead, he nods as he follows his older brother inside and sits at the table. Despite sleeping well last night, he's still tired, body aching and exhausted from the paces he and Yingxing put it through over the last week.

While his brother works on food for him, he reaches for his phone and types out a quick message: ]


It's okay. He's not really that mad anymore.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-15 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He has to stifle a laugh at the comment Yingxing makes, shaking his head briefly before he replies. Of course he can tease Dan Feng now that he's not in the same room, but Dan Heng knows how terrified he was, when they were all together.

He was terrified, too, and he knows Dan Feng would never hurt him. ]


Yeah, I'm okay. I was just honest with him. That this wasn't just a week of randomly fucking, that I want to go on dates with you. He doesn't like the thought of me going out with a rock star but he admitted it's better if it's someone he knows.

He was definitely begrudging about it. You might not be fully off the hook just yet. But... I think he's going to stop fighting me on it.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
I know.

[ He'll be embarrassed later by the silly little smile on his face, the idea that Dan Feng can see it if he so much as glances in his direction. ]

I know he's just trying to protect me. I don't blame him for that. It's always just been the two of us, so he wants to make sure I'm safe. And like you said, he knows how it is to be in your situation.

But he's willing to hear me out at least so. That's good. So...


[ Gah. Now he's feeling shy again. ]

I guess when you're free, I'd like to take you up on that date thing.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Just lucky for me? I'd argue it's lucky for you too.

[ It's easier to tease back when he doesn't have to meet Yingxing's eyes while he does it.

But... this Friday? That's... well. He's definitely smiling at his phone. ]


I'm not particularly fussy. But it should be somewhere that you can exist without being approached by a bunch of people.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes light up. The aquarium. He hasn't been in so long, and there's so much he could show Yingxing... ]

You can?

If that's the case, and it's not going to put anyone out, then I'd really like that.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing's guess is right: Dan Heng doesn't mind at all. In fact, having the kiosks and kitchens closed too seems even nicer somehow. Sure, the handlers will be there, but they're usually so far behind the scenes that the place will feel like it's been left to just the two of them... ]

In that case, let me handle the food? Seeing as you cooked for me last time.

Maybe we can have a picnic dinner in the space in front of the main tank.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
Sounds good to me too.
I'd like that. Let's hope ge doesn't explode when I tell him that's the plan.


[ And so he looks up again, at where his brother is preparing food. ]

...About that date I mentioned...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A hundred times after being told, and a hundred more times before heading out of the house. But Dan Heng can't really complain, not when he's going on a date. With Yingxing. The guy he's liked for ages now.

He's dressed relatively casually, wearing black slacks and a form-fitting black shirt over his binder, a loose white overshirt worn over the top. He's wearing his human "disguise", as different from Dan Feng as he can possibly be while still being himself.

He smiles when he spies the starskiff, hurrying over so he can climb in—and offering the other man a small, warm smile. ]


Hi. [ A pause, and then: ] You look really good.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-16 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng's slight smile broadens—still small, but something quiet and private for Yingxing—as he's tugged into the starskiff and straight into the other's embrace, Yingxing's mouth lowering to his. And maybe such a thing should wait until the end of their first date, but he'll have no complaints from Dan Heng, whose head tilts up into the kiss, answering it with the same slow sweetness.

It's illogical to even think it, but he's pretty sure his heart is fluttering in his chest.

When they separate, he looks up at Yingxing in silence for a moment, taking a second to realize that the older man has asked him a question—and then laughing at his own expense, lifting what looks like a sports bag. ]


Mm, yeah. There's stuff here for dinner, and I have a change of clothes for tomorrow.

[ It's embarrassing how hard it is to pull his gaze away from Yingxing. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hums into the other's mouth as he's kissed once more, only pulling away when Yingxing needs to drive—and even then, he sneaks one of his hands across, wrapping his fingers loosely over the other's forearm as if to hold his hand even as he drives. The drive isn't over too fast, but also quickly enough that he doesn't get restless, nodding to Yingxing and then sliding out of the starskiff once it's parked.

They've just set foot outside the car when there's a voice, shrill and excited, calling Yingxing's name, and Dan Heng blinks as a girl comes rushing up to them out of nowhere, putting herself square in the rock star's way to start talking with him.

Dan Heng bites his lip and holds back. He's seen this happen before, with Dan Feng, but... this is a little different... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ The girl reaches out to take Yingxing's hands in hers, her eyes wide with excitement. She's not thinking about the place being open or closed, just... this is Blade in front of her, Ren of Highcloud, this is so exciting...

She starts to babble, asking for him to sign something, or perhaps to stay and talk with her for a bit...

Dan Heng bites his lip, holding back as he watches the two of them, not really sure what he's meant to say or do. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng looks up in surprise. He had tried to step back so that he wasn't in the immediate conversation, not wanting to cause Yingxing any problems—and yet, without any hesitation, he calls himself busy, brings Dan Heng right back into the thick of it as the girl's eyes travel over him and then back to the rock star, a pout forming on her lips.

"A fan meetup..."

The disappointment on her face is visible, but she lowers her hands despite being tempted to reach for him, her eyes flicking between him and Dan Heng.

"...Can I at least have a photo?" ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng is trying to work out if he should say anything, to try to ease the situation for Yingxing somehow... but then the other man handles it for himself, answering smoothly in a way that the girl seems to accept, smiling as she gathers her things back together. ]

Ah...! Really? Then... I'll look forward to it! Remember me, okay? My name's Sushang... don't forget!

[ And with a brilliant, victorious smile in Dan Heng's direction, she darts off again, leaving the two of them standing there in silence for a moment. ]

I... wow. We should... we should get inside, huh. So that that doesn't happen again...

[ It's not that he minds being seen with Yingxing, but he doesn't want to cause him any trouble... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 10:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing will quickly see Dan Heng isn't irritated—just worried. In fact, as they move into the aquarium and through the front doors, he finds himself leaning into the circle of the other man's arm, content to tuck into his side as they drop off their bags.

It's beautiful, here. Quiet. He's happy to be here with Yingxing, to explore the place together, now that they're alone.

And so to the other's question, he inclines his head. Nods. ]


It hasn't even really started yet and I already know how perfect this date is going to be. [ He smiles. ] I'm ready.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ All night, Yingxing says, but how can the time pass so quickly? Even just wandering around the aquarium together is a level of fun that they shouldn't be able to have doing something so simple, Dan Heng talking about the various wildlife they see and even sharing things that the passages written onto the walls don't have to say... and yet, every time he looks at the other, he seems to be holding on to every single word Dan Heng has to say.

It's wonderful.

It hardly seems like any time at all—and yet, when he looks at his watch, it's been at least a few hours—before they reach the main tank, wall-to-wall glass in front of a small auditorium-like area, lit in dim blues from the water and nothing else. He makes his way to the center of the floor, where, thankfully, the staff have come to bring his bag over, letting him take out the things he needs for the picnic: sandwiches, bottled drinks, pasta salads and potato salads in bowls, a few other similar things. He lays the spread out and takes a seat, offering Yingxing a smile. ]


Look good?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Seeing the look on Yingxing's face when he sets the food out is enough to make it all worth it. Dan Heng smiles, sitting down amidst the spread and getting food for himself too while he watches the wall, the creatures swimming through the generated waves for them to enjoy. ]

I don't know how long they'll let us stay, but I wouldn't mind sitting here for a while and watching them swim. [ He smiles up at the other man. ] Would that be okay with you? This date is for both of us, so I don't want to.... [ He bites his lip. ] You've been really patient with me. I want to make sure you're enjoying yourself too.

[ Because as for him, Yingxing couldn't have picked a better place for them to enjoy. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 12:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng finds himself smiling in response to Yingxing's answer, and he's about to follow up on it, but...

Wait. A surprise? His head tilts, and then in the next moment his eyes widen. Staying until morning? He brought night clothes with him but... ]


Where will we sleep?

[ He blinks, realizing too late how that sounded. ]

Ah, I mean. I'm excited, I am. This is really wonderful, Yingxing... Honestly, I kind of... We could sleep here, it's beautiful.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Once again, Dan Heng is left to blink, to sit and look at Yingxing in stunned silence for a moment. His eyes travel, looking at the packs that the other brought, and then back to the older man, and he shakes his head wordlessly. Only once the other finishes his sandwich does he lean forward, sating his lips on the other man's, a brief kiss, but sweet, alight with all the affection he deserves after doing something so thoughtful. ]

It sounds perfect. I can't... you thought of everything.

[ He settles back, and the soft smile on his lips is genuine, for Yingxing's eyes only. ]

This is an amazing first date. I'm... I don't even know what to say.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-17 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
You've done an amazing job of making sure that happens.

[ It's breathed back in response, Dan Heng's head tilting into the softness of those touches, a soft smile on his lips. He wonders how he'll ever be able to think of dates anywhere near as good as this, or how he can...

He pauses, thoughts interrupted by a wandering thought, and he bites his lip. ]


Was it difficult, before? With that girl? I don't want to put you in an awkward position with your fans. I.. I know how much they look up to you.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng offers a small smile as he listens, shaking his own head when Yingxing mentions it's something he might have to get used to. ]

I don't mind it. I knew this would be part of it. I just... don't want you to feel as if you're in a difficult position, that's all. With me being there.

[ His nose wrinkles. He knows what he's trying to say, but he worries he's being assumptive, too. Or that it will sound like he's asking for more than he is. Or... ]

I know you have a reputation to worry about.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 11:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Damnit. He couldn't get away with saying it without saying it. He doesn't want t put the words out there himself, doesn't want Yingxing to think he's angling for more than he's been given, especially so soon, but at the same time...

A breath. Yingxing hadn't seemed uncomfortable putting a hand on Dan Heng's back before, but... ]


A place like this, at the time we were arriving.. I think it would be obvious to a lot of people that it's a date. And I know it's not the first time you've publically taken someone on a date, but... I'm a guy.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng looks at Yingxing in silence for a moment; as he does, his short hair gives way for long, his ears lengthen, his eyes glow in the dim room; not to mention the appearance of his horns and tail as he lets his illusion magic fade, revealing himself once more as he truly is to the other man.

He shakes his head. ]


In case you forgot, I'm kind of used to having to deal with the spotlight to a certain extent. I learned to hide from it in this case because people keep thinking I am my brother. But... I have no reason to hide from you. I just... wanted to make sure it wasn't something that could cause you any problems.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He smiles slightly, tilting his head into the other's touch, eyes closing in fondness. ]

Mm, I didn't quite mean that. I think after my heat, there was never going to be hiding from you anyway. What I meant is...

[ He frowns. How to say it? ]

I don't feel the need to hide from... from this. [ From what they are. ] Even if it means I have to be in the spotlight a little more than I usually like, I...

You make it worth it, Yingxing.

[ And he leans in, brushing a soft kiss against the corner of the other's mouth. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 12:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He sighs in content when Yingxing's mouth presses more firmly into his, when he stays close to him, offers to figure it out together. It makes him smile yet more fondly, his own hands coming up to rest against the older man's chest, fingers splaying over the front of his shirt. ]

Figure it out together, huh? I like the sound of that.

[ He hums into the kiss, pulls back to rest his forehead against Yingxing's. ]

I really like you too. I know we started things a little strangely, but... this is a perfect first date. [ A soft chuckle. ] I think I said that already.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng laughs at that, another warm chuckle of his own. It's funny, because he's never imagined himself as the "gross" type, and yet here he is, curled up on a picnic blanket, all smiles, wanting to just kiss and kiss and kiss Yingxing until neither of them can think anymore...

Biting his lip, he leans back—but not before stealing another quick kiss from the corner of the older man's mouth—and then reaches for some of the food. ]


I brought dessert too, if you want that. Or we can save that for later.

[ he says, before popping some of his meal into his mouth. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-18 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He nods, content with the knowledge that Yingxing seems to be enjoying the food—and then smiling at the confirmation, actually feeling a little proud. He's not sure he'd say he's the best cook in the world, but if the other enjoys what he's made, then that suits him—

Yes, he can definitely cook more often. ]


You'll have to tell me your favorites, [ he agrees. ] It's okay if they're not easy. I don't mind learning new recipes, or having to practice them.

[ He falls silent to eat a little more, enjoying his own serves of the salads and finishing off his sandwich. He has no idea where Yingxing's brain has gone—a good thing, especially for right now. ]

This time we had a picnic, so maybe next time you can come to my place and I'll cook something there.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-19 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng smiles—and then his eyes widen in surprise, not from the quick kiss pressed to his cheek or the way Yingxing gets up, but from the words spoken just ahead of him doing so. ]

Of course I want a second date. We're still on the first one and I'm already thinking about how it might go.

[ His cheeks color a little at the admission. ]

I really like you, Yingxing. I wasn't joking about that, or exaggerating about my feelings.

[ Still blushing, he starts to pack up the picnic dinner, putting things away so that the other has room to set up the bedding. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-19 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Mm. Somehow I think so too.

[ Dan Heng wonders if the corners of his mouth are going to get tired. He doesn't think he's smiled this much in... well, ever, but with Ren here it's almost like he can't stop. He feels young and silly, and... ]

Ah, this is...

[ His eyes cast up to the tank, looking through the dim at the fish swimming. It's beautiful, almost magical is the way they can see it even without being below the waves. There's a small, sudden part of him that wishes they could go swimming.

Maybe they should go to the beach, sometime. They can swim, maybe make love in the waves—

His cheeks color before he even finishes the thought, and Dan Heng moves to slip off his own shoes, getting comfortable on the bedding next to Yingxing. For someone who previously wondered if he was actually just asexual, it feels like his libido has gotten crazy of late... ]


Someday I'll get used to you teasing me. I'm sure.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-19 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng shakes his head, even as he follows suit, reaching for his own nightclothes—a simple white tee and black slacks—and leaving them nearby as he gets comfortable on the plush blanket, watching the tank for a moment longer before glancing back to the other. ]

It doesn't bother me. It used to, because I was scared you'd get close enough to figure me out. But... I've long given up hiding from you.

[ Aeons, he can only think about how stupid and sappy he's become as he reaches out, curling his fingers into the other man's. ]

I'm glad you enjoyed this, though. I was worried it would be too nerdy.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-19 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hums as he's pulled back to lie on the blankets, content to curl up alongside Yingxing—and if his head is resting more against the other's chest and shoulder than the bedding, who can blame him, really? ]

Me too. And where we are now... we picked the best spot to eat... and to sleep. It's beautiful.

[ He looks up, taking a moment to admire the wash of colors against the older man's skin. ]

The reflection of the water makes your hair look blue.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-20 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yingxing is met with a low, contented hum in response to the kiss between his horns, and then a surprised, but rich laugh, a shake of Dan Heng's head as he looks up at him—yes, admiring, but not needing anything different. ]

Maybe for a promotion or two, if you really wanted to. It makes your eyes kind of glow. But... overall, I'm happy with you as you are.

[ He lets his hands drag up the front of Yingxing's shirt, curling contentedly into the fabric. ]

Looks, personality, everything. Even the teasing, like I said.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-20 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His cheeks color, and if it weren't for the fingers gently stroking at his hair, he'd probably hide his face again. But right now he can't do that, and so he just smiles, a little awkward, a little shy. It may be easy for the other to notice, but it's something Dan Heng at least is still lacking comfort with, being open like this...

He hums, and shakes his head. ]


I'm not perfect either. That... I suppose that makes us both biased, in our own way.

[ Which means, he thinks, that Dan Feng will see it soon enough too. It might just take some time for him to get there. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-20 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And how could Dan Heng not want more? After the evening they've had, wandering through the halls together and sharing in the sights and sounds of the ocean, then enjoying a picnic, and now... now they get to sleep here, bathed in those same peacceful lights.

But also...

Dan Heng shifts a little, allowing himself the freedom to splay out over the other man, nipping at Yingxing's lip in return as he sighs in content, comntinuing to stroke his hand over the other's chest, exploring and teasing at once. ]


Should we change clothes....?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-21 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng laughs, enjoying the sensation of Yingxing arching his back almost more than the hands that slide up the back of his own shirt, finding an anchor above his binder where his skin is revealed.

To the question, he finds himself shaking his head, both of his hands moving—and instead of actually going to strip the older man, they trace the lines of his muscle through his shirt instead. Teasing, perhaps, but exploring and enjoying first and foremost. ]


Mm, you can help if you want but I'm enjoying myself like this.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-21 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's the briefest moment of hesitation as Yingxing undoes one of Dan Heng's binder clasps, asks him if it's ok to take it off. It's a hesitation that has nothing to do with his heat and much more to do with the fact that they're somewhere public, his brain for a moment only able to hold on to that fact and wonder what it would mean if someone saw them—

only for the rest of his logic to catch up in the next moment, leaving him blushing even as he buries his face in the other's shoulder, laughing softly to himself. ]


Yes. Yes, of course it's okay.

[ After all, if someone were to see them, his breasts would be the single least thing to worry about, of course.

He leans up to press a kiss to the underside of the other man's chin. ]


For the record, I enjoy undressing you too. I was just enjoying your muscles for a bit.

[ And he reaches up to Yingxing's shirt again, this time to work on the buttons. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-22 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a surprised little sigh on Dan Heng's lips when Yingxing's fingers rub into the points where the clasps dig into his skin, to the lines where the fabric itches, more noticeable than ever now that the binder has been put to the side. His smile is grateful, fond, a sweet little kiss pecked against Yingxing's mouth before he returns to working his way along the other's buttons, undoing them one by one. ]

I've thought about it, [ he admits after a moment. ] I always told myself it didn't matter, because the only person who saw me was me.

[ He's never really been interested in anyone else, after all, not to this degree. And he never imagined this would actually happen... ]

But... I don't know. Maybe I will, now.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-22 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's something he doesn't really think he can explain—but it's not for Yingxing. It's for himself, and yet it's something he didn't even realize he really wanted until Yingxing was in the picture, despite having thought about it more than once.

Somehow, having the other man reaffirm that he doesn't need to do it for him, though, that just makes him feel all that much better. It makes him smile to himself as he finishes undoing Yingxing's shirt and pushes it aside, lazily leaning down to press a few kisses to the bared skin. ]


It is for me. I can't really explain why, but it is. [ He glances up at the other, expression quietly warm. ] I know you don't care. It... I realized that right away. Right from the beginning you've just accepted me for who I am, so...

[ His cheeks color. Aeons, he's getting sappy... ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-22 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng smiles at that, pressing another kiss to Yingxing's skin before he straightens up again, letting his fingers skim down to the waistband of the other's pants. ]

I'm not really tough, [ he says after a moment's thought. ] I'm exactly as tough as I need to be. It's not always... Some days are harder than others. But the magic helps a lot, and... Dan Feng has always been amazing, and...

[ And then there's the part where he's with someone who sees him with no hesitation as beautiful, too. That helps a lot also. He doesn't say that, though. Just smiles private to himself, his fingers catching in the fastenings of Yingxing's pants. ]

I feel loved, regardless of anything. And that helps.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-22 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite himself, Dan Heng finds himself smiling. He's never really thought of himself as tough before, only that... this is the lot with which he was born to deal. Nothing less, nothing more. To have Yingxing complimenting him like that...

Mm. It's nice. And...

Well, he wasn't going to say anything, but perhaps being open with him is a reward of its own. When he's finished unbuckling Yingxing's belt, hands moving to the top of his pants to push them off his hips, he looks up to offer the older man a smile. ]


Something that's really nice is that there's this guy I like who called me "beautiful" when he saw me naked for the first time.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-23 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng smiles back at Yingxing, tossing the older man's jeans to the side, leaving him clad in naught but his underwear; a moment later, his own shirt and binder are tugged off in response, and just like that they're mostly naked against the plush bedding that Yingxing has set out, one in his underwear and one in his slacks.

And not for the first time, it strikes him that they're in quite a public place.

He ducks his head against Yingxing's shoulder, allows the nervousness to sweep him up a little where he's otherwise been pushing it away. ]


I know there are security cameras in this room. Please tell me that they know to look the other way for a little while...

[ After all... now that they're laid out like this? Dan Heng thinks he wouldn't mind taking some time before getting dressed again.. ]
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-25 09:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ At Yingxing's gesture, Dan Heng is quick to look up, to see the security camera pointed away from them. It makes him bite his lower lip as his eyes flick up to the older man's face, and—he laughs as he's swept up behind the blanket, tucked in more securely, wrapped up in warmth and kept from view. ]

Mm. No reason to worry, then. Right?

[ He shifts a little closer, leaning up to brush his mouth against the older man's. They're both still wearing a little clothing, but... ]

I've been thinking about this a little. Is it... too much?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-25 11:43 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ Dan Heng's smile broadens as Yingxing's hand splays and smooths down over his spine. His own hands lift, wrapping around the older man's shoulders, tangling in his beautiful, pale hair. To the admission, he nods, nuzzling his nose against the other man's. ]

I... me too. Thinking about it more than I should. About you. I'm a little crazy too, and I know this is just a first date but..

[ He tangles his legs, still in his neat slacks, with Yingxing's. ]

Is it okay if I want you? Here?
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-26 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

[ The word blooms in his chest, warm and content, as he's pulled into a kiss, soft and sweet and first but quickly heating up in a way that has a warm spark lighting in his belly, a slow pulse of warmth spreading from between his legs to warm the whole of him.

It distracts him from saying what's on his mind, that he'll always want Yingxing, anywhere and anytime, but perhaps that's okay, he thinks as the other's hand drags his hip in closer, their bodies becoming more flush to one another. ]


Mmn, yes...
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-28 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ What he's been thinking about...

Aeons help him, what hasn't he been thinking about? It hasn't even been a full week since his heat ended, which means it hasn't been a full week since they were last together, and yet Dan Heng feels like his brain has been working on overdrive, imagining all the sorts of ways they could be together, fantasizing about going down on him again, or on being eaten out, or...

He takes a shuddering breath, fingers curling into Yingxing's hair as his hips arch upward into those grinding movements. ]


I... I've thought about going down on you again. And about you fucking me, and...

[ There's a pause, a dark coloration to his cheeks as the rest of that fantasy replays itself in his mind, words unspoken as his lips brush Yingxing's jaw. ]

Mm. Yeah.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-28 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, he should have known he wouldn't get away with that, that Yingxing would see right through any attempt to gloss over his own embarrassment... but at the same time, he's struggling, working out how he wants to put his feelings to words, especially as the other man's hands slide down over his skin to pull his undergarments off, leaving him naked under the blankets.

His lips purse, and his eyes look up into Yingxing's face for a moment, searching, thankful for the way the dim light in the room works to cover how dark his cheeks are becoming. Asking outright for what he wants feels so crass, but.. ]


I've thought about... what it might be like. How it would be different if.. if I'd been born a guy. How.. sex would be different.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-29 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng smiles. He knows it, and he knows that Yingxing sees it too. It doesn't mean that there aren't some parts of the whole thing that bother him, of course, but also, that was just the easiest way for him to explain what he had been thinking about.

And as for Yingxing, he can't help but notice how there's really no hesitation, how as usual the older man just takes everything in his stride, and that...

It makes him feel good. Enough that he's still smiling when the other mentions he doesn't have any lube.

Dan Heng reaches a hand up, brushes it against Yingxing's cheek before following it with a kiss. ]


I wanted you to know I've been thinking about it, but that doesn't mean it has to be tonight.
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[personal profile] nonperson 2025-06-29 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dan Heng nods, smiles. ] Another time.

[ That's more than alright with him. Especially when it doesn't stop them from enjoying themselves in another way (or ways) now, his own hands moving to explore Yingxing's body in turn—and, as they kiss, hooking his fingers into the other's waistband so that he can finally tug his underwear off him.

Once the garment reaches his hips, he keeps working at it with one hand; the other, instead, lifts to Yingxing's half-hard cock, fingers curling him to stroke over him. Slow, teasing, exploring. ]


Mm. [ It's a contented sound into their kiss, Dan Heng's tongue teasing over Blade's lower lip as he arches up into him. ]