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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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[nonperson]

[ 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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Ah, right. Another time, then.

[ whenever dan heng is ready, some time in his own bed, or in dan heng's, when they have the time to dedicate to making sure it's a good experience, comfortable and pleasurable. though he doesn't have a prostate, there are still ways to make it good for him.

for now, though, they have this. yingxing sinks down into another kiss, parting his lips over dan heng's to deepen it while his hands move, sliding over his lover's body, gentle and soft, feeling dan heng's curves and planes, all of his soft skin. ]

[nonperson]

[ 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. ]

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[ they're bare at last beneath the soft blankets, yingxing half hard already, his breath catching when dan heng's warm, soft hand palms at him, stroking him deep from root to tip. he groans, soft and quiet, rocking his hips down into the touch. ]

I'm so crazy about you..

[ he whispers against dan heng's soft mouth, resting his elbows down on either side of his head so he can more easily roll his hips, his cock filling out more with every stroke. ]

You make me feel insane..

[nonperson]

I.. me too.

[ It's a soft, almost shy whisper against Yingxing's mouth, Dan Heng's movements continuing at that same, slow pace as the older man's hips start to rock down into his hand. He moans softly, unable to help himself, as he feels the other's cock hardening, filling out in answer to his touch. ]

I've been crazy about you for a long while now.

[ And sure, maybe for a long time it was at least in part the craziness a fan felt toward his idol, but... given that he's known Yingxing a long time, it's always been more complicated than that— ]

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[ gods, dan heng's palm is so soft, it feels incredible against his cock, stroking him to fullness until he's straining against dan heng's fingers, precum beading pearlescent at his tip. ]

Did you think about this, before we started hanging out?

[ yingxing is grinning, cheeky, his lips parted around sharp breaths. ]

Did you fantasize about that hot, sexy rock star?

[ he's being silly, he knows, and terribly indulgent, but even still, the idea of dan heng fucking himself to the image of blade is enough to make his arousal spike. ]

[nonperson]

[ Dan Heng's cheeks warm, because Yingxing knows the answer to that, he knows he does! But the grin on the other's face... he can't help but soften to it, even as his gaze lowers briefly in embarrassment, as he rests his forehead against his jaw so he can continue to pleasure him without feeling so horrifically mortified. ]

Of course I did.

[ It's a murmur into his throat, Dan Heng's fingers continuing to work over him, exploring the whole length of his cock from the beading tip to the base where the beginning hints of his knot swell, dipping underneath to caress and stroke over his balls before skimming back up to start over. ]

It was never as good as the real thing has been, though.

[ Did he fuck himself to the other's image? Absolutely. Will he offer that for free? Absolutely not. ]

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[ of course dan heng won't elaborate further - and he shouldn't, yingxing doesn't deserve it for being so cheeky, but even still, he wants so badly to know. it's arousing, to think of dan heng touching himself, fucking himself on his fingers to the thought of blade.. and now he's here, pinned beneath the man himself.

he wonders how different yingxing is from dan heng's perception of blade. ]

Mm.. good to know.

[ he murmurs, groaning low in his chest as dan heng's fingers explore him, down the full length of his cock, cupping his balls - his hum is appreciative, clearly enjoying the attention. but after a moment, yingxing crawls one hand across the sleeping bag, pawing for his bag, snagging the box of condoms inside. ]

Rare that real life exceeds fantasy, hmm?

[nonperson]

[ Dan Heng laughs softly at the comment, eyes bright and warm; he only stops his actions when he realizes that the other has reached for the condoms, pulling back to instead splay both hands over his chest, leaning to softly kiss his mouth. ]

It's rare, [ he agrees, soft-voiced. ] But it's what's happened here.

[ Yingxing may be a strong alpha, but he's also soft and sweet in ways Dan Heng hadn't allowed his imagination to parse. He's loving. Caring. He makes Dan Heng's heart and stomach do silly little things—

No, a rock-star fantasy could never live up to something like this. ]

You're not just a rockstar. You're human, too.

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[ yingxing smiles, pausing for a moment to dip in and kiss him, softly, sweetly. it's a nice thing to hear. yingxing knows very well that he is exceedingly privileged in his success, but sometimes it's also nice to know that you're seen by someone who matters to you. most of his fans idolize a man that doesn't really exist, but dan heng knows who he is beneath that.

resting his weight against one elbow, he fishes a condom out of the box, snagging it in his teeth to tear it open. ]

I'm just glad you're happy.

[ he says through a grin, then drops his hand between them to begin carefully rolling the condom down his cock. it doesn't fit well over his knot, never does, given how rare it is that a human has one, but it's still snug around the rest of him, enough to stay firmly in place easily enough. ]

Mm.. now if you don't let me inside of you soon, I'm going to lose my mind.

[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.

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[ 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...

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[ 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..

[nonperson]

[ When Yingxing's arms slide under his knees to spread him open, Dan Heng answers in kind, spreading his own legs that little further—and then hooking one of them around the other's hips, ankle locking onto the small of his back to pull him in close. ]

You feel so good, [ he mumbles in answer to the other's praise. Like Yingxing, everything else has faded out for him—the enjoyment of being where they are, the momentary flutter of anxiety about the cameras, or a staff member wandering by accidentally—until the world is only him and the other man and the pleasure shared between them.

He wonders how long they can get away with doing this tonight—but it's only the briefest, most fleeting of thoughts, his attention otherwise taken entirely by the other as his hips rock up over and over, his breath short and stolen by the need to breathe out his lover's name. ]