band au;

[slicings]

[ 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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[nonperson]

[ His smile is broad, but still somehow soft, when Yingxing says that he's glad he's happy. It's silly, perhaps, but it's the kind of phrase that sends warmth through him, making him content even before they've started anything.

(But not sated, oh no. Not when he's watching the older man tear a condom packet open with his teeth, when he can shift his own weight to watch him roll it over his cock—and there's something so delightful about the way it doesn't properly fit him...)

And so, when the condom is on, and Yingxing says he's going to lose his mind, Dan Heng shifts again, presses his hips up against the other's, rolls his cunt directly, deliberately against him, even as it makes him bite back a harsh moan. ]

Took the words... right out of my mouth.

[slicings]

[ gods, the way dan heng rolls against him like that, rubbing his cunt along the underside of yingxing's cock - it drives him crazy, punches a moan right from his lungs. neither of them can wait any longer.

with a hiss, yingxing aligns himself, rutting his hips until the tip of his cock finally catches on dan heng's entrance, and sinking inside with a low, rough exhale. all at once he's wrapped in that perfect heat that squeezes all around him, pleasure rushing to the tips of his fingers and toes, heat roiling in his abdomen. fuck, it's so, so good, dan heng feels like heaven.

settling down against him, yingxing drags his mouth along dan heng's jawline and throat, aching to suck a bruise there, but he resists. instead he presses hot kisses along the swoop of his shoulder, both hands grasping at dan heng's hips as he begins to fuck him, slowly, deeply, bottoming out with every roll of his hips. ]

Fuck.. I can't stand how good you feel..

[nonperson]

[ He groans at the sensation of Yingxing pressing into him, hands coming to grip at the other man's shoulders as he arches back, trying to keep himself grounded and breathing through the pleasure as the other presses slowly into him. And then, when Yingxing starts to move—

Dan Heng's hand slides, curling into Yingxing's lovely hair again, holding him close as the other presses those hot kisses against his skin, as he fucks into him so slow, so deep that he almost can't handle it. And then the other echoes those thoughts, telling him he can't stand how good he feels, and a short laugh barks off his lips, sweet and rough, almost as much moan as it is laugh. ]

Apparently, our brains are in sync... I was just, mn... thinking the same thing.

[ His fingers coil a little more firmly into the other's hair, using it to turn his face a little closer, so he can lean up, press a heated, hungry kiss into the other's mouth. ]

So good...

[slicings]

[ yingxing chuckles softly, but he is unable to answer, dan heng's mouth soon covering his own in a ferocious kiss. his laugh instead becomes a low groan, and yingxing sinks into it, into him, his hands all over dan heng, his mouth greedy, all of him entirely bent on his lover. the world has narrowed down to the two of them, and only the two of them, and this warm space beneath the covers.

yingxing moves, rocking his hips slowly still, his hands sliding over dan heng's thighs and up again, squeezing the warm, supple flesh as he fucks into him, feeling every inch of his cock as it slides in deep, then out again, in again.

fuck, dan heng feels so incredible. yingxing could make love to him for hours and never tire of it. ]

Mm.. baby, you're so sweet. [ he murmurs, sliding his arms beneath dan heng's knees to spread him open a little further. ] So warm, so tight..