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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 does what he can to keep his distance, to give dan heng all the privacy he needs, but his flat, while spacious, is all but entirely open plan.

.. which means that that sharp, guttural moan floats down the stairs and right to his ears. it's muffled, of course, and made unclear by distance, but still incredibly obvious. yingxing's face grows hot, a tightening in his gut as he takes a deep breath, and tries to focus on his work. he's going to have to get used to this, if dan heng is going to be staying here while he rides out his heat.

too bad no one passed on that memo to his dick.

rubbing at his face again, yingxing exhales hard and stands again, heading to the kitchen to fetch his own ice cold water now. he's going to need it. ]

[ 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. ]

Edited 2025-05-11 09:32 (UTC)

[ and all the while, yingxing does what he can not to listen, not to think about dan heng in there fucking himself silly in the throes of his heat, but it absolutely isn't easy. he has to distract himself, and distract himself hard, to keep from getting helplessly hard in his paints.

but soon enough the door opens, and dan heng calls out in a ragged voice. yingxing exhales hard. at the very least, he's prepped some food while dan heng was in the bath, and now there's a tub of curry in the fridge, and a second tub of congee with vegetables. easy to reheat.

he takes the stairs back up to find dan heng nestled into his bed, looking sweet and soft; yingxing clears his throat. ]

I made some congee and curry, should be good to reheat whenever you like. Let me know if you want any.

[ he's got to keep up his strength. seating himself on the edge of the bed, yingxing reaches to rub dan heng's hair again. ]

Feeling any better?

[ 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.

[ the face that dan heng makes when confronted with the idea of food is unsurprising - his stomach is likely in knots right about now. but thankfully he agrees anyway, which comes as a relief, since yingxing too knows how important it is for him to keep up his strength throughout this ordeal. he needs to eat and drink whenever he can manage it. the curry might be a little much for him during the first few days, despite how mild he made it, but the congee might be perfect right about now.

yingxing smiles, rubbing the pad of his thumb over dan heng's cheek, tracing beneath his eye. he looks so lovely like this, and it would be all too easy to lean in, to take what they both want right now, but - no. he's no fool, he knows that dan heng is into him, that he has been into him since before their friendship began, but taking him like this.. it doesn't feel right. not unless dan heng says he wants it. ]

You're very welcome. I'll go grab a bowl for you, you just sit tight.

[ he says with a smile, then draws back again to head downstairs once more, heading into the kitchen to scoop a bowl of congee and veggies for dan heng, before heating it up for him a little. then, he carries it back up again on a small bamboo tray. ]

Still awake?

[ 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. ]

Edited 2025-05-11 21:44 (UTC)

[ only once he's sure that dan heng is comfortable in bed does yingxing get ready to sleep, himself. he takes a shower in the downstairs bathroom, gets into comfy clothing and hunkers down on the sofa - thankfully it's more than large and comfortable enough for him to have no issue sleeping there. given his income, he can afford well-crafted furniture.

so he flicks the television on to some random romcom and drifts off to sleep on the couch, his mind full of dan heng, worrying about him. but he's safe here, at least, and yingxing is a light enough sleeper that he'll wake should dan heng try to leave in a fit of fevered heat.

light enough that dan heng's voice, barely carrying from up the stairs to the loft, is enough to rouse him.

awake immediately, yingxing kicks his blankets down and climbs to his feet, hurrying up the stairs to make sure that dan heng is all right. it should probably occur to him that the noise that dan heng made was one of pleasure not of pain or distress, but given that he's half awake..

well, he rushes quickly to the bedside, hardly thinking. ]

Dan Heng - is everything all right? What do you need?

[ 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? ]

[ oh. oh, he's an absolute idiot. dan heng isn't in pain (well, a different kind of pain), he's -

right. yingxing rubs a palm into his eyes, feeling like a complete moron. now he's just invaded dan heng's privacy and likely mortified the young man and himself in the process. but it is what it is, there's no taking it back, so instead yingxing sighs and looks to dan heng's flushed face, his brow pinched. ]

You don't have to be sorry, but -

[ a deep breath, and yingxing slips a knuckle beneath dan heng's chin to tilt his head upward, looking into his eyes. ]

Your brother's going to kill me, but I - Dan Heng.. do you want help?

[ 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. ]

[ dan heng's desperation is palpable, his worry tangible, and yingxing can't help his wry smile as he shakes his head. ]

Unfair to me? I'm the one offering. I think that's my call, not yours.

[ if anything, he's the one being unfair to dan heng - it feels like taking advantage of him while he's vulnerable, but if he's honest, he'd much rather have dan heng's consent now rather than when he's deeper in his heat, and unable to really give it. it's important.

exhaling hard, yingxing pulls back, but only so he can press a knee into the bed and lean over dan heng, his pale hair spilling over his shoulder. as for all the rest.. ]

And - not what I'd expect? I'm not sure what you mean, but whatever it is that you're worried about I can tell you it doesn't matter. I just want to offer now instead of later.

[ 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.

[ there's a thick mixture of emotions crossing dan heng's expression, so tangled and overlapped that yingxing can't entirely make heads or tails of it, but he can see the desperation at least, and the worry, all tangled up with one another. what does he have to be worried about? dan heng is gorgeous from head to toe, anyone would want him, want to have him, but.. everyone has their demons, he supposes, even those who look well put-together on the surface.

still, he's known dan heng long enough now to know that whatever it is he's worried about won't mean a thing, and won't get in the way of what they have. maybe it's just as simple as his vidyadhara anatomy, but that's hardly of any concern to yingxing.

nevertheless, the only way is through, so yingxing takes the initiative, dipping through the space between them to press their mouths together in a hot kiss. if he's honest, this is something that's been a long time in coming. dan heng's crush had been obvious from the beginning, and at first yingxing had enjoyed simply teasing him, enjoyed the attention from a cute young guy, but now.. now they're friends, and things have changed. his relationship with dan heng has changed. yet even still, this feels like a natural extension of what they've already built.

aeons save him from dan feng's wrath.. ]

Good. [ he murmurs against dan heng's soft lips, already intoxicated by the taste of him. ] If you need to stop, tell me immediately.

[ because his hands are already beginning to slip between the sheets and blankets and - is that one of his shirts? - to seek out dan heng's skin and push the fabric aside. ]

[ 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. ]

[ it's an incredible kiss, full of heat and yearning, and then dan heng winds around him in response yingxing feels a tingle creep down his spine, heat immediately spiking into his lower abdomen. he is, unfortunately, but a simple man, and a gorgeous young man squirming against him is more than enough to get him half hard in an instant, especially given how long it's been since yingxing hooked up with anyone at all.

soon enough yingxing's hands are on him, finding dan heng's skin beneath everything he's piled around himself, feeling the scorching heat of his body. his fingertips are rough from guitar-work, his palms callused from the smithing he's done - these hands hardly feel worthy of dan heng's impossibly soft skin, but he's greedy, he wants it anyway, can't resist it, especially when dan heng kisses him like he needs him to breathe.

at last, he's pushed the fabric away, and yingxing rears back and rests his weight on his knees, snagging his sleeping shirt by the hem to tug it over his head, tossing it carelessly aside. beneath it he's well build, all sleek, hard muscle strengthened by the metalwork he used to do, kept strong over time by weight lifting and working out at home. he's not as young as he once was, but yingxing is proud of how well he's maintained himself.

it's only once he's tossed his shirt aside that he looks down, and sees - dan heng, beautiful and sprawled and needy below him, distinctly minus a cock, and plus a set of soft, flushed tits.

oh. okay. right. so this is what he meant. yingxing's brow knits, but less in judgment and more in simple bewilderment - it takes him only a handful of seconds to understand what's going on here. he must be trans, but he's certainly never said anything about it to yingxing, and neither has dan feng; he passes extremely well, yingxing wouldn't have clocked him in a hundred years.

after a brief moment, his concern melts away into an easy smile, and yingxing leans over him again, chasing his mouth for another kiss. ]

You're gorgeous.

[ 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.

A sex symbol?

[ at that, yingxing barks an easy laugh. well, he supposes that dan heng isn't necessarily wrong - he's a celebrity, one whose body has all but been on display before. yingxing isn't unaware of the sheer amount of people that lust after him. but they'd lust after dan heng, too, if they knew him, if they saw how beautiful he was, flushed pink and thighs wet with need.

speaking of his thighs - yingxing slips a knee between them, pushing upward, feeling the heat and moisture of dan heng's cunt sinking right through his thin cotton pants. ]

There's no rule that says you can't be beautiful just because a lot of people think I'm hot. [ he says pointedly, then smiles, dragging his mouth along dan heng's jaw just as he makes his confession. ] And I know you have. Here's a secret - I've wanted you, too.

[ hot kisses sweep down dan heng's throat, tasting the salt of his sweat, teeth pressing to his racing pulse, but he continues downward, over the ridge of his collarbone and down the center of his chest. ]

So just lay back, baby, let me take care of you.

[ 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.

[ yingxing can't help but feel a little ashamed of the fact that he's wanted this from the moment dan heng walked in the door, had been hoping the young man would ask for his assistance. he's a weak man, and the idea of getting into dan heng's pants at last had been enticing from the get-go, making it all too easy to sink into him now.

in the back of his mind, he knows that this is dangerous. yingxing is much older than him, and despite the fact that dan heng is grown and more than of age, it still feels irresponsible. not to mention the mess of pulling dan heng into the lifestyle of a celebrity, and the very real fact that dan feng will, in fact, flay him alive if he finds out about this. he's always been very protective of his younger sibling.

but gods, in the moment, he can hardly bear the need. yingxing groans against dan heng's skin when he feels the gush of heat against his thigh, and he grinds his body down, the hot, hard press of his cock rubbing against dan heng's cunt, separated only by a few layers of cotton.

but not yet. not yet. first, yingxing allows his mouth and hands to work, his right smoothing over dan heng's hip and down, grasping his thigh, coaxing them further open, while his left dips down right where dan heng needs him most. dragging his fingers through the silken wet folds of him, yingxing easily locates the bud of his clit, rubbing it slowly while mouthing over dan heng's chest, over the small swell there, closing his mouth over a pert, pink nipple.

his head is spinning. dan heng smells so good, sounds so good, needy and desperate and clinging to him. his right hand comes up, cupping the opposite side of dan heng's chest, roughened thumb rubbing over the nub of his nipple just as two fingers slide easily into his cunt, pushing deep in one smooth motion. ]

[ 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— ]

[ aeons, but dan heng is exquisite in the agony of his need. the way he arches, the way his cunt pulses around his fingers, the way he moans and curses under his breath - all of it is more than enough to drive yingxing wild, his cock aching, neglected in his pants, but he doesn't care. right now, getting dan heng off as many times as possible is his priority.

so he doesn't stop. groaning his own pleasure against the soft rise of dan heng's chest, he sucks hard at the nipple between his lips, tongue lashing against it while his fingers begin a deep, hard rhythm, fucking dan heng through the remainder of his first orgasm and toward the next, aided by the gush of fresh slick. his sheets and clothing are going to be a mess, but it's fine, it's worth it, he can change it all while dan heng recovers - then, next time, maybe they'll put some towels down. ]

Fuck, you sound so good -

[ he murmurs against wet skin, kissing his way to dan heng's opposite breast, petite and soft beneath his mouth, teeth raking over his rosy nipple. cis, trans, cock, cunt, it doesn't matter to yingxing - dan heng is achingly beautiful, so easy to fall for, and yingxing is starving for him.

so he will feast. salivating at the back of his mouth, yingxing drags himself lower, down the soft, supple expanse of dan heng's chest, over his ribs and belly, until at last he's right where he wants to be - buried between his thighs. without a moment's hesitation he gets to work, his fingers curling in dan heng's body, rubbing against his upper walls as he closes his mouth over his clit, laving it with his tongue, breathing in the dark salt of his scent. ]

[ 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..

[ even more than seeing and hearing his pleasure, witnessing dan heng completely unravel is a true privilege. he's always so completely composed, always cool and calm, level headed.. but not everyone can be in control all of the time, and seeing dan heng fall apart is a feast for the senses.

he can't get enough of him. dan heng tastes incredible, the sweet salt of his nectar painting yingxing's tongue as he coaxes yet another orgasm from him, feeling the way his cunt squeezes and clamps, slick as sin all around his sopping fingers.

at last he lifts his head and licks his lips, dan heng's slick clinging to his mouth and chin, and he grins like a cat with cream, pleased with himself, pleased with the situation. pleased with dan heng. his pupils are dark and blown wide, watching dan heng with all the threatening hunger of a predator. ]

Look at you, an absolute mess for me..

[ he mutters, turning his head to kiss a hot path up dan heng's thigh. he could spend hours eating him out until his jaw went numb, but he knows that they both want more, need more, so he soon lifts himself again, climbing up dan heng's body to hover over him. he's sure he's never been so hard in his life. ]

Tell me what you need, Dan Heng. Say the words.

[ 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.

[ yes, he wants to hear it, not only because he needs dan heng's explicit consent, but also because hearing those words from his mouth is intensely erotic. a pulse of heat streaks down his body, coiling in his gut, and yingxing's breath stutters, his eyes fixed on dan heng's face - he's never been so hard in his life. ]

Anything for you, baby.

[ he whispers, turning his head to mouth hotly at dan heng's palm. aeons, he aches for him. leaning his weight on one elbow, yingxing hooks his opposite thumb into his waistband, tugging both his cotton pants and undershorts down together, just low enough for his cock to spring free, hard and hot. he's not small, and while hard he's heavy and thick, the flushed tip of his cock weeping precum liberally.

taking himself in hand, yingxing groans as he gives himself a few quick pumps, dan heng's slick still on his fingers making it all the easier. then, angling his hips, he drags the head of his cock between the folds of dan heng's eager, clenching cunt, so ready for him, so greedy for him.

he wants to fuck him deep and hard, but not everyone is accustomed to his size, so yingxing moves slowly, pushing his hips forward until the head pops in, before slowly, carefully guiding himself halfway in. the pleasure is immediate, a hot burst in his belly, and yingxing's breath catches roughly, abdomen tensing. ]

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