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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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[ 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. ]

[ Dan Heng isn't sure what's hotter—the way Yingxing's breath catches in response to his plea, or the way the other then whispers his agreement, promising him "anything", calling him "baby", or the hot mouthing at his palm.

And then the older man tugs his clothing just low enough for his cock to be freed, and Dan Heng decides it's that. He's big in the way a dominant male would be big—but Yingxing is human, and such things are rare—thick and so heavy with seed that both his mouth and his cunt drool with the possibility.

He writhes under the other man at the movement of his hips, the slow drag over his folds right before Yingxing starts to press into him; his eyes roll back in his head as the head breeches him, as the rest of him starts to press: slow, careful, leaving him writhing and groaning even as the other's breath catches above him.

And he knows, he knows that Yingxing is being slow for his sake, not wanting to hurt him, but Dan Heng is wetter than he's ever been, needier than he's ever been, and he's going to explode if he doesn't have him sooner rather than later, so— ]

I can take it.

[ His voice is low, rough, the fingers in Yingxing's hair tugging just enough to draw the other's attention to him. ]

I've needed this all day. I can take it.

[ i can take it, he says, and yingxing isn't so sure - he's so damned tight - but dan heng is all but begging him, so what can he do but oblige? with one fluid roll of his hips, yingxing pushes entirely inside, thrusting in deep and full, feeling his cock ensconced in the wet heat of dan heng's needy body.

for a moment his eyes roll back, and yingxing groans low and deep. it's been awhile since he'd last had a partner, and the fact that he's wanted to get dan heng spread beneath him in his bed for a long while now certainly doesn't help. he could have seduced him much earlier he knows, dan heng likely would have given in, but yingxing had held back - had tried to, at least, given their disparate ages. now that's all shattered, and he's going to have to deal with the fallout, but that's just about the last thing on his mind right now, when he's got his swelling knot pressed up against dan heng's sweet, willing entrance.

at last he folds downward, his hips nestled between dan heng's spread thighs, pressing their bodies together and seeking his mouth in another hot kiss, allowing dan heng to enjoy the lingering taste of his cunt on yingxing's lips and tongue. both hands grops down dan heng's sides, seizing his hips and holding as he begins to move, drawing his hips back and fucking into him deeply. ]

Fuck, you feel so good..

[ he whispers harshly, licking into dan heng's mouth as their bodies slide together, his thumbs pressing into the dips of dan heng's hips. ]

[ The sound he makes when Yingxing presses forward all at once—it's not exactly human, marked by his need and the pleasure both, tinged with the edges of overwhelm from the sudden press of his size. He's almost too big despite how desperately horny Dan Heng is, and it takes the younger man a moment or two to adjust, answering that low groan with a shaky one of his own. Of course, he has no way of knowing what the other is thinking; later though he'll have worries of his own, worries eclipsed right now by the sensation of the other pressed in so delightfully deep. ]

Yes—

[ It's a low affirmation of his pleasure right before Yingxing's mouth seizes his, the taste of salt and sweat and something sweeter on his tongue, and Dan Heng finds himself doing something he had never imagined doing before, licking the taste of his own cunt off Yingxing's mouth as he answers the other's kiss. His own arms circle the older man's shoulders as he arches up, crying out a little too loud at the sensation of the other's cock pistoning into him. So hard, so deep—so big that if Dan Heng didn't know better, he'd wonder if he were dealing with the beginnings of a knot. ]

So do you— [ He gasps it against the older man's mouth, fingers scrabbling against his back as his hips arch up into the movements. He's three orgasms in, but at this rate, he won't last long at all— ]

Don't stop, even when I come—

[ A low, small-voiced plea as he groans, holds the other man tighter as his hips rock up, needy and insistent. ]

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[ it's good, it's so good, dan heng is so obscenely tight that yingxing is seeing stars, that it takes real effort to move inside of him, given how tightly his cock is being clutched. it takes his breath away.

don't stop, even when i come.

that's just about the most erotic thing that yingxing has heard in a long time, and it's enough to make his cock twitch in dan heng's hold, his heart hammering. groaning low against his mouth, he catches dan heng's lower lip between his teeth, tugging. ]

I won't.

[ he'll fuck him as hard and fast and deep as he needs, as often as he wants. though his status as an alpha is often surprising to people, it means his refractory period is incredibly low, which is certainly convenient for his partners. he can satisfy dan heng as much as he needs, until he's completely exhausted.

so he keeps at it, fucking into him hard and fast, skin slapping skin, the mattress creaking as he slams dan heng down into it with every thrust. his elbows press into the bedding at either side of dan heng's neck, his head lowering to press hot kisses to his throat, sucking at his pulse, sweat already gathering on his skin. ]

[ Yingxing's groan against his mouth is so sexy that Dan Heng shudders in response. It's a promise that follows, and then more movement, the older man fucking into him so hard and fast that it makes him cry out again, a sound loud and wanton, the sort of thing that almost brings a blush to his cheeks, that would make him shy if they weren't in the middle of this.

His hands scrabble helplessly against Yingxing's muscled shoulders before locking into his hair, holding tight enough to pull. His hips arch up, hard, fighting the downwards push if only to bring them still closer together. And his head cants, arches back, giving the other man as much room as he wants to suck kisses into his pulse point.

(And is it wrong to hope he'll leave marks? With the collars he tends to wear, no one would see, but he would know...)

Like this though it doesn't take long before another orgasm seizes him, body tensing under Yingxing's for a moment, slick gushing out around his cock, Dan Heng gasping helplessly for breath. He's immediately overwhelmed by the sensations, sinking bonelessly back into the older man's bed as the mattress creaks under Yingxing's hard movements. ]

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[ dan heng responds perfectly to everything yingxing throws at him, arching and whining, clawing at his scalp and lifting his hips, using his body to beg for more where his words have failed him. yingxing has enjoyed some interesting, fun partners, but few could match the inherent intensity and eroticism of this moment, of dan heng aching and desperate for everything that he can give.

and yingxing won't stop, he'll exhaust the boy until he has nothing more to give, until his heat has ravaged his body and he's given everything he possibly can.

that first orgasm nearly knocks the breath from him. the way dan heng's cunt locks around his cock is almost painful, sinfully tight, and yingxing thrusts in hard, holding still for a moment so that dan heng might feel the full length of him inside of him, his straining knot pushed up hard against him.

but he can't stay still for long. before dan heng has even recovered, yingxing is fucking into him again, hard and fast, both hands seizing at his thighs to tug them up against his hips, coaxing him to wrap around his waist as his teeth and lips bruise that supple throat, nearly breaking skin. ]

So good for me, baby - [ he whispers harshly, through the loud slap of their bodies, and the slamming of the headboard. ] So wet, you feel so good -

[ By the time they're done, Dan Heng's voice will be as raw as his cunt.

There's that moment when he comes that Yingxing pauses, deep inside him—and then he starts moving again and Dan Heng cries out again, a wild sound, a sound made of want and desperation alike, somehow drowning out the slap of their bodies and making it quiet. He's never this loud, ever, but now...

(Aeons, he's going mad, it really feels like there's a knot straining against him—)

He's left to shake and tremble under the wake of the other's movements, overwhelmed for those few moments despite getting exactly what he asked for, being fucked through his orgasm even as the motions make his head spin and his cunt clench in confused desire, his nerve endings alight with the sensation of too much but not enough. But then his body starts to settle down, the thrum of pleasure quickly attuning to the needs of his heat. Dan Heng is mindless but everything he's given, he needs.

Mindless enough that his lips form the shapes of words he wants to say, words he would never usually let himself say, words that fall from his breath, hot and aching like the rest of him: ]

Bite me—

[ Later, he'll be mortified. But for now, he's just listening, answering the needs of his body, asking for what it is he desires. ]

[ mortified, perhaps, but yingxing likes it - he likes this little surge of confidence, he likes dan heng being forward about what he wants, and how much he wants it. it's alluring, not to mention helpful, making it clear that he's enjoying what he's getting, and that he wants more.

who is yingxing to deny him?

opening his mouth wide, yingxing sinks in his teeth, scraping them over dan heng's pulse and down, a bruise blooming dark beneath his delicate skin. and then, clamping down, he uses dan heng as an anchor as he fucks him silly, pounding into him relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure now that dan heng has enjoyed no less than three orgasms at his hand. he's not sure he could hold off too much longer anyway - or, well, not sure that he wants to. his stamina is great enough that yingxing could drag this out if he wanted, but the desire to fill this beautiful boy up is too strong, the urge to breed him viciously clinging.

so he lets go. he allows the bliss to take over.

with a deep, feral moan against dan heng's throat, yingxing comes hard, snapping his hips faster and faster, his knot catching on dan heng's rim several times before it finally pops inside, plugging him up thoroughly as he spills in thick, heavy ropes of sticky hot spend. coating dan heng's walls, filling his waiting womb, yinxging's cock pulses within him, filling him over and over with an inordinate amount, and if not for his knot it would easily spill free, a mess all over the sheets. ]

[ There's almost no pause in it—Dan Heng asks, Yingxing follows through, and teeth bite down into his throat in a way that has him all but shriek, thrashing in pleasure under the other. His heat swirls, peaks, demands, it wants a knot badly enough that he's practically imagining it catching against him as Yingxing fucks him ever harder, ever faster, and somewhere with his last thread of reason he tells himself that it will be okay, he doesn't need a knot, that Yingxing filling him up will be enough—

But it's a knot he gets, the sudden extra burst of fullness making him see stars. He comes hard in time with the older man, flooding slick even as his cunt is filled, filled, filled

(oh, he can't breathe for it)

and he sinks dazedly into the sweat-covered sheets and clothes that surround them, glowing eyes hazed over with bliss. There's a slight pressure at his abdomen, a visible hint of a bulge there as he starts lies back, panting helplessly into the space between them, the scent of him—of them—that fills the room. His heat rumbles in contented pleasure, happy to rest for a little while—so much better than the orgasms he gave himself in the bath before— ]

You're an Alpha— [ The words are slurred, hanging heavy on his tongue. ] I never—you're a human, so...

[ It seems that each of them had their own secrets after all. ]

[ they fall apart together, an absolute mess between them - though it's nothing compared to the flood that will take place once his knot goes down.

but he's not worried about that. he's not worried about anything right now, besides the hot pulse of dan heng's cunt all around him, still rhythmically massaging the length of his cock from knot to tip in a way that makes him feel dizzy and satisfied. panting into dan heng's shoulder, he is only barely able to hold himself up over him, muscles straining, but he doesn't want to let his weight collapse onto dan heng.

so instead, after catching his breath, he rolls onto his side, an arm hooked around dan heng's waist to pull him with him, keeping their bodies locked comfortably together. ]

.. yeah.

[ he says quietly, his voice rough, a little raw, thumb rubbing slow circles into the small of dan heng's back. ]

Not something I talk about often. Sorry, I should have warned you.

[ Dan Heng shakes his head when Yingxing apologizes, shifting as well as he can to get comfortable against the older man as he rolls them, locked together now but on their sides to rest. ]

There are things I could have told you, too, but didn't.

[ His voice is quiet, still almost slurred together with his content. The usual shame and disgust he feels around the topic seems distant, even to him. One of his normal small smiles finds his lips, although his one is more content, lazier, than the others have ever been. ]

Besides, it was a nice surprise. [ A thoughtful pause as he shakes his head. ] No, that's not right. It was better than nice. It... mm. I can't think of the word right now, but it was that.

[ He shakes his head again, a hint of color in his cheeks. Embarrassment. ]

I think I've gone stupid.

[ yingxing grins, then laughs, smoothing his roughened palm up and down dan heng's back. ]

You have, and it's cute.

[ he murmurs, eyes fond as he looks into dan heng's face while the two of them rest, still catching their breath, hearts pounding. their skin sticks together, dewy with sweat, yingxing's hair half fallen from its pin and sticking to his neck and shoulders. ]

You could do with being stupid more often, I think.

[ yingxing's grin is syrupy, gentle, his free arm curling beneath his head to act as a pillow. ]

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