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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 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.

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[ 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..

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[ 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..

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[ 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. ]

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[ the way dan heng rocks up against him is incredible, taking his cock so well, so pliant and willing and eager.. and despite how tight he is, dan heng is able to take all of him with relative ease. there is no sign of pain in his expression, only sweet, syrupy bliss. ]

Beautiful..

[ he murmurs, breathing dan heng's air between hot kisses, fucking into him so slowly that it would almost be painful if it didn't feel so good.

one hand squeezes at the thigh pressed to his hip, the opposite arm still hooked beneath dan heng's knee, keeping him nice and open, perfectly spread, so that every thrust into him is easy to feel, velvety smooth. the pleasure mounts slowly but definitively, until yingxing is panting against dan heng's mouth, groaning low between them. ]

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[ "Beautiful," Yingxing says, and Dan Heng can only nod mutely between their kisses, so overwhelmed by everything that it's hard for him to find the words to speak. He answers each slow rock of the other's hips by lifting his own, doing his best to spread his leg wider still so that he has all the room he needs to press deep, deep, deep.

Slow it may be, but the pleasure builds quickly, and soon Dan Heng's ability to speak is even more shattered, the younger man stretched out under his lover and panting helplessly against his mouth, moaning in answer to each sound Yingxing makes. Yes—perfect, this is perfect—Aeons help him, he won't last much longer— ]

F-fuck... Yingxing—

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[ they move together, over and over, hips rolling into one another, yingxing's cock driving deep with every slow thrust, deep enough to fill dan heng, to press his knot right up against his entrance, feeling it beginning to catch as it swells.

and dan heng is once more nearly incoherent, murmuring swears beneath him, twisting and moaning in that way that means he's getting close. yingxing learned his body quite well over that week together, he knows every inch of dan heng now, knows how to make him feel good, knows when he's right on the edge of coming.

so he arches his back down, until his abdomen is rubbing against dan heng's clit. ]

Come for me, baby.. [ he whispers softly, swiping his tongue along dan heng's lower lip. ] You're so close..