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[ 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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[ 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. ]

[ watching dan heng work, feeling his warm mouth and tongue - it's a dream. it doesn't matter that he's still learning, it feels good, and watching him is even better. yingxing hums. ]

Careful, don't take too much.

[ he murmurs, before dan heng begins to bob his head and yingxing moans, his hips twitching in an effort not to buck upward, to push into that wonderful wet heat. dan heng's mouth is so full already and he's not even halfway down, and gods, he looks so good like that, pumping him with his fist while his sweet mouth works hard. when dan heng hums all around him, yingxing hisses through his teeth, pleasure rippling down his cock and pooling hot in his lap. ]

So good..

[ he pets dan heng's hair, his cock aching, leaking pre against that soft tongue as he fights not to rock his hips - he could never tire of this view, and he knows he won't last too much longer, not after eating dan heng out so voraciously, and seeing that hot mouth around his cock. ]

[ 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... ]

[ dan heng might not realize how crazy that humming is driving him, but yingxing nevertheless groans again when he feels it, hot pre spilling against his tongue. ]

Mmm.. that humming - feels good.

[ since he remembers, half-aware, of how dan heng had asked him to mention what he likes. what's working for him. he pushes the fringe from dan heng's eyes, watching the flush of his cheeks, his lips parted around quick exhales. ]

Getting close..

[ he murmurs, his thighs tense with effort, pupils blown wide as he watches dan heng, entranced. ]

[ 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... ]

Fuck -

[ he expects his warning to stop dan heng, to make him pull off and finish him with his hand. he's an alpha, he can give a lot, and dan heng has never done this before, swallowing on the first go seems like biting off more than he can chew (literally). ]

Baby, you don't have to..

[ he says, then hisses, moans, his cock twitching when dan heng makes that soft sound, laving him with his tongue and sucking him down like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. fuck, it's so damned good, he can feel his body tightening up, his heart pounding, his grasp on dan heng's hair tightening as the pleasure twists and churns like a snake coiling in his abdomen. ]

I'm coming -

[ he says, a final warning for dan heng before, a moment later, he comes hard, hips jerking as he spills, thick and hot and plentiful. ]

[ 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?

[ fuck, dan heng looks incredible, swallowing him down in gulping mouthfuls, hungry for it, trying his best not to spill a drop as yingxing coats his cheeks and tongue with spend, pumping a sizeable load, then another, then a third into his waiting mouth, unable to tear his eyes away from the lewd sight. especially once dan heng reaches his limit with a deep gasp, cum running down his chin and pooling in yingxing's lap.

he groans, his cock twitching, still spilling briefly over dan heng's knuckles before he shudders and falls slack against the couch, rocking his hips up into the circle of dan heng's hand, enjoying the pleasurable aftershocks. ]

Fuck..

[ he whispers harshly, eyes lidded, one thumb smoothing over dan heng's glistening lips and down the messy trail of spend that shines on his chin. ]

.. heh, you're a mess.

[ 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... ]

[ yingxing chuckles, breathless and rough. ]

No, it's fine. You look good like this.

[ all flush-faced, his lips wet with cum. he looks.. perfectly slutty, which is so vastly different from how dan heng normally purports himself that he can hardly stand the whiplash. in a good way.

a heavy sigh, and yingxing sags bonelessly against the sofa. yeah. a shower. ]

.. gimme like, two minutes.

[ 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. ]

[ it's a long week, and not an easy one. he has to feign sick to keep away from rehearsals for a few days, and he's quite sure that dan feng is suspicious about it, but that's far from his mind when dan heng is so needy, when they're fucking like teenagers discovering sex for the first time.

it's almost enough to trigger his rut. almost. but thankfully it hasn't, at least not yet, and he's sure that dan heng's heat must be drawing to a close over the many days they spend together.

sure enough, when yingxing stirs that morning, the thick scent in the air that had surrounded dan heng is much, much thinner. it still lingers in the air like a perfume, but not nearly so strong as it had been before, so when dan heng murmurs that it's over, yingxing isn't surprised.. even if he's a little disappointed. it's been a good week, and they absolutely tore through the collection of condoms he'd bought - any longer and he'd need to make another run to the drugstore. ]

Mmm.. [ he hums, one hand skimming down dan heng's back. well. it was a good week while it lasted - now comes the hard part. ] .. feeling better?

[ 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.

[ dan heng speaks, and yingxing's smile fades into something a little more understanding, wry and soft. ]

I know. It's scary, making that sort of move on someone, especially if they're a friend.

[ muffling a yawn behind his knuckles, yingxing rubs his eyes then loops that arm around dan heng's middle, keeping him scooped in close. he might not have this for much longer, so he plans to enjoy it as much as he can, while he still is able to. ]

Lucky for you, nothing was at risk.

[ he smiles, nudging his nose alongside dan heng's. ]

I meant it when I said I would keep this going, but if you've changed your mind now that you're out of your heat, I get it.

[ 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. ]

Yeah, it's.. complicated all right.

[ he exhales a mirthless laugh, and lifts one hand to push the fringe from dan heng's eyes. ]

I must seem like such a creep, chasing after someone so much younger than me.. but I really fucking like you.

[ his smile quirks, and yingxing curls his free arm beneath his head to better look dan heng in the face. sure, dating someone younger is hot in its own way, but he likes dan heng for who he is, for the chemistry they have together, not simply because he's young and hot. ]

[ 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.

[ at that, he huffs a low chuckle. ]

.. you came here in heat, driven by a biological urge that didn't really leave much room for consent.

[ and it was only because he knew that dan heng had been into him previously that he allowed it to happen at all - that dan heng had low key wanted into his pants from the moment they began talking. even still, in retrospect, that.. really wasn't enough to go on.

gods, he is a creep, isn't he? yingxing rubs his face with his free hand. ]

The responsible thing to do would've been to gently turn you down until your heat passed.

[ 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.

[ a sigh through his nose. ]

.. you're really sweet.

[ while dan heng might have some points, it's still a naive outlook, and it sure wouldn't stand up against a jury, like as not. consent was blurred at best, even if yingxing asked questions, and given their age difference.. well.

he shakes his head, nudges their noses again. ]

Well, it's a bit belated now, anyway. Besides, I don't regret it, even if maybe I should.

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... ]

[ .. ah. he'd wondered if dan heng might ask. even when wearing more revealing tops, yingxing usually keeps his forearms covered in photoshoots and meet and greets, so the fact that dan heng only noticed them in person like this isn't surprising. it's not exactly a secret, but talking about his past is kind of a conversation killer with most people, so he doesn't tend to bring it up.

but dan heng looks so earnest, and they're close enough now that he might as well be honest with him. they were good friends even before all of this, and yingxing trusts him. he sighs through his nose. ]

Some were from my dad.

[ he taps a messy, small, circular scar on his forearm by the wrist - there are several others, scattered up the length of his forearm. but then, turning his arm over reveals the track marks around the seam of his elbow, the ones dan heng had been touching. ]

But these, uh.. I did these to myself. [ he frowns, his brow pinched. it was a decade ago, but he's still not proud of who he was back then. ] Heroin.

[ 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. ]

[ ah.. dan heng truly is so sweet. so gentle. his soft kiss to yingxing's scars earns him an easy smile. ]

.. it's okay. It was a long time ago.

[ yingxing's start in life had surely been rocky, but he'd like to think that he's finally gotten his shit together - which isn't exactly easy, when he's living as a rock star. temptation is everywhere.

nudging his nose to dan heng's cheek, he presses a kiss there. ]

I'm all right.

[ 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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