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[ ah, and there it is. yingxing's smile remains, but his expression softens a little as he searches dan heng's eyes. afterglow or not, it takes guts to admit something like that to someone you've been crushing on for a long time. dan heng is quiet, sometimes shy, but he's bold, even if it's spurred by his heat. ]

I know.

[ he says gently, his eyes glinting with mischief, but mostly fondness. ]

It was pretty obvious, hm?

[ at least it was to yingxing. but he's dealt with enough fans with enormous crushes to know what it looks like, even when people try to hide it. lifting his hand, he rests a knuckle beneath dan heng's chin, the pad of his thumb smoothing along the line of his jaw. ]

But I like it. I like you.

[ His cheeks color. He hates it, a little, the way the other can tell him with such confidence that it was obvious, especially with all the effort he went to trying to hide it. His pride is soothed in the moment that follows though by the fondness in Yingxing's eyes, the thumb that smooths over his jaw, the look on his face as he assures Dan Heng that he likes him too.

He relaxes into that touch, even as he continues to smooth the older man's hair away from his face. ]

Okay. I. That's good.

[ Internally, he pulls a face at how awkward he sounds, but there's nothing he can do about it now. ]

I just wanted to make sure you knew first, because... this is my first heat— [ he doesn't really remember confessing it to the other earlier when he was out of his mind ] —but everything I've read says that they get worse before they get better.

[ ah, he's embarrassed dan heng again - which, to be fair, is easy to do, but even still, yingxing knows he has a big mouth. still, dan heng seems to settle again soon after, mollified by his attentions. ]

Mm. Well, it'll probably be tempered a little bit by the fact that you've got me. Trying to go through it alone would've probably driven you insane, so.. I'm glad you're here.

[ his arm slings back around dan heng's waist, keeping him scooped close despite how overheated he feels. this afterglow is sweet, and he'd like to bask in it for as long as he can. ]

Too bad I couldn't have taken you on a date first, but.. I'll make it up to you, hmm?

[ maybe they're doing things a little out of order, but that's all right. they'll make it work. ]

[ Yes, he's embarrassed, and he's probably going to continue to be embarrassed for a while—Yingxing talks about having him, being glad he's here, being disappointed that he couldn't take him on a date first, and Dan Heng starts to think his cheeks just might be a permanent pink color—but he finds that he doesn't mind, not when the other looks at him like that, holds him like this even as he talks.

He relaxes into Yingxing's arms, lets himself just be. ]

I'm glad I'm here too.

[ A wild, blind decision made in the insanity of heat sickness—he doesn't know why it was here he chose, but he's glad it was. When Yingxing's arm slips around his waist, he uses the opportunity to curl himself in closer, taking in a breath of the other's scent, sweat-drenched and softened by his own sex. ]

A date might have been difficult anyway, what with who you are, and who I am, and..

[ He falls silent for a moment, attention drifting to where he can still feel the other's knot locked tight inside him, keeping him so pleasantly, blissfully full, the sensation soured only by that same discomfort that settles within him every time he looks in a mirror. ]

My body. It doesn't bother you?

[ when dan heng curls in closer, yingxing slides his hand up his back to settle between his shoulderblades, rubbing slow, idle circles there, tracing nonsense patterns against his skin.

and then dan heng begins to talk, to say things that have yingxing's brow tightening with concern. ]

No, it doesn't. Why should it?

[ he doesn't know dan heng's particular struggle, can't relate to it personally, but he's had trans friends, he knows how difficult it can be, how the dysphoria can threaten to eat you alive. he doesn't envy him. it's not the same thing, but he can understand, to a degree, what it feels like to not like who you see in the mirror. ]

You're gorgeous, like this, or with your other look - it doesn't matter to me.

[ and he's not going to complain about good pussy, ever. ]

I guess that's another reason you wear that disguise?

[ Why should it? Yingxing asks, and Dan Heng feels the tension in his shoulders bleed out. He might struggle with himself, but if the person he likes doesn't mind, then... it's one less thing to worry about, isn't it? Quiet, he presses a kiss into Yingxing's skin, breathing him in and allowing the scent to steady him once more.

To the question: ]

Right. I bind my chest anyway, but at first, it was just easier to change a lot of things at once. It was draining, but it helped me remember not to let the magic slip. Nowadays, it's almost like second nature. Most of the time, at least.

[ He doesn't bother mentioning the fact that it's long since slipped off, the heat making it too hard to maintain his focus. It's obvious to both of them anyway.

He does, however, stifle a yawn. With the other's knot still filling him and his body temporarily soothed, sleep is starting to coil itself around him again, his body craving rest that he doesn't quite want to take just yet. ]

[ at the kiss to his skin, yingxing turns his head a little to nudge his nose along dan heng's jaw, soft and affectionate. ]

Whatever you need to do to feel comfortable in your body is what you need to do. Doesn't matter what I or anyone else thinks. Okay? You just be you.

[ his cute, perfect little self, all snuggled up in yingxing's arms. smiling into dan heng's hair, he takes in a deep, satisfying breath, closing his eyes and keeping him scooped in close. his knot is slowly beginning to go down, but it'll take some time, and they'll likely be asleep by the time it happens. cleanup can happen in the morning, then.

with a soft hum, yingxing presses a kiss to the crown of dan heng's head. ]

Get some rest.

[ Dan Heng isn't sure why, but there's something all the more comforting about being told to do what he needs to do, regardless of anyone else's thoughts—including Yingxing's. Yingxing has just told him he's beautiful as he is, and yet he clearly supports him in being what he needs, and that...

He has to be careful, doesn't he? Because he could fall in love with this man.

Still, he finds himself smiling as he curls in closer, allows himself to start to drift into that sleep, permission given by the other despite his initial attempt to stay awake. Quickly, sleep takes him, lulls him into its comforting embrace, and all those thoughts, worried and content and otherwise, are gone.

For someone as exhausted as he is, he wakes sooner than he should, a whole new pleasure aching under his skin. The sheets and clothes piled around them are wet, either from the fresh sweat lining his skin or the combination of their fluids that have seeped out from him now that Yingxing is no longer hard. The other is still pressed deep into him though, wrapped up close against him, deep in his own sleep, and—

Maybe he doesn't even have to wake him.

It's barely a thought that processes in his mind before his hips start to move, dragging himself against Yingxing, only half-awake himself but driven by the same need that has stirred in him since yesterday. And with the other wrapped around him, the answer is so obvious, so easy— ]

[ dan heng drifts off all but immediately, and yingxing can't help but smile, watching the way he curls into him, full of fondness and trust. it feels good. and for awhile he just watches dan heng sleep, smoothing fingers through his dark hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

gods. dan feng is going to eviscerate him when he finds out. and he will find out, sooner or later.

but yingxing will worry about that later, after this week is over and dan heng decides what exactly it is that he wants from him. from them. for now, he too soon drifts off, growing still as he falls back into a deep sleep.

it's not quite morning yet when dan heng stirs again, though yingxing does not - does not even wake when dan heng begins to move, sliding against him, needy and wanting. his body, however, responds appropriately, a low hum in the back of his throat as his cock twitches and stirs, beginning to fill out inside of him. it can't be helped, dan heng's cunt is perfect, warm and wet and hugging all around him..

ah, his dreams are, perhaps, growing a little more colorful. ]

[ Deep down, Dan Heng thinks he shouldn't be doing this. Yes, the night before was wonderful, everything he wanted, and Yingxing said he likes him (and unlike the other, he hasn't even given a single thought to his brother and what he might think), but the consent of this moment is murky at best—no permission sought, just the very same mindless, needy grinding that starts to reawaken the older man's cock inside him.

He's not really thinking though, not past the animalistic need of the thing, his heat continuing to drive him, push him to do things he wouldn't normally, would never have imagined doing, really.

And so the steady filling out of Yingxing's cock is met with a low groan into the older man's throat, an achy throb of his cunt at the thought of being tied to him with that knot once more, a mutter of a mindless apology into his skin as his hips continue to grind into the other, as Dan Heng starts to see those stars of pleasure all over again. ]

[ luckily for dan heng, yingxing absolutely does not mind - or wouldn't, even were he cognizant enough to worry about it. there's something incredibly hot about dan heng taking his pleasure as he needs it, so hungry for him that he can barely control himself..

so when he finally does begin to wake, his eyelids fluttering before they slowly open, he only grins. the sky is still mostly dark outside the warehouse windows, but the artificial sun is just barely beginning to peek above the horizon, staining it a soft molten gold, lighting the room in a faint, warm glow. yingxing hums, shifting against the damp fabric they're piled on, and rolls his hips, pushing in deep, his cock still slowly hardening, filling dan heng up. ]

.. g'morning.

[ he murmurs, dipping to mouth along dan heng's jawline, pressing lazy kisses there while the young man ruts against him, fucking himself on yingxing's growing erection.

and then, hooking his arm around dan heng's slim waist, yingxing rolls onto his back, pulling dan heng over him. ]

[ The realization that Yingxing is awake comes just before he murmurs his greeting, as he shifts, rolling his hips and pushing his hardening cock in deeper just as Dan Heng grinds down against it, making the younger's breath stutter, his back arch as he lets out a low, desperate moan. The sound ends up just echoing the morning greeting, and Dan Heng colors with a hint of embarrassment even as his head tips back, giving Yingxing the room he wants to leave those kisses. ]

Good morning, [ he whispers back. And then, because he has enough presence of mind at least to apologize: ] I'm sorry, I woke up and I needed...

[ Before he can finish the sentence, though, they're rolled, Yingxing on his back and Dan Heng straddled across him, half-sitting in his lap due to the way he's been moving. And usually, here, he would hesitate, the shyness would claim him—even now, it tries to, red climbing his cheeks as he looks down at the other's grinning face—but in this moment he needs enough that the embarrassment is put aside, that his only answer is to continue moving his hips, rolling them down against that steadily-hardening cock.

He breathes out a low groan, eyes closing as his head tips back, hands bracing on that powerful chest. ]

Heh, nothing to be sorry for, though I appreciate the sentiment.

[ consent and all - it's important to him, too, but in this case, he's more than fine with a little bit of somno, with dan heng using him like a toy even while he's still asleep. surely it's hard for him to resist, while he's deep in his heat.

more important is how cute dan heng looks when he's being shy and embarrassed. maybe it's asking a lot of him, to give him the opportunity to take charge a little, but yingxing can't help it either - he wants to see what dan heng looks like when he's chasing his own pleasure just how he wants it. if it helps to bolster his confidence in the same stroke, well, all the better. ]

Mmn.. still so wet for me.

[ he murmurs, settling his hands onto dan heng's hips, his chest tensing beneath the press of those soft hands, muscle jumping. his abdomen flexes as he rolls his hips upward, pushing deep into dan heng again, his cock now full and thick, flushed and eager. ]

And still so full of my cum, too. Good boy, keeping so much in..

[ Dan Heng is just starting to think that he can do this when Yingxing starts to talk. Not the part where he accepts his apology, no; what he says as Dan Heng starts to move, his voice all but a purr as he praises him, noting how wet he still is, how much of the night before he's managed to retain. The younger man's cheeks burn and he groans under his breath, the sound a little sharper as Yingxing's hips roll up and into him.

He shakes his head just a little. ]

The sheets... the bedding, it's... all really wet, [ he manages, and there's something of an apology in his tone. More than he could have imagined, he likes the way the other calls him a good boy, but right now he feels that the praise is undeserved, that he needs to be filled up again so he can do it better—

(Or is that just the heat, driving him mad with the desire to be filled again?)

He huffs out a sigh as his hips move harder down against the other's cock. ]

I can... I can do better.

[ the bedding is the last thing on yingxing's mind, while he's got a beautiful vidyadhara bouncing on his cock. ]

Oh? Mm.. are you going to show me?

[ he murmurs, squeezing the swell of dan heng's hips, rubbing his thumbs over his hipbones and down through the hollows, then up again. then one hand slips free, sliding around dan heng's thigh to squeeze as his ass, before teasing at the base of his tail, rubbing the soft scales along the underside where it meets his skin. ]

Going to show me how much you can take? You're still so full..

[ even despite how much has leaked free, how much is still leaking free with every thrust of their bodies together, yingxing can still feel plenty inside, can still see the very slight swell of dan heng's lower belly, so full of his spend. ]

[ Dan Heng groans, tail lashing as Yingxing's fingers run across his skin and squeeze his ass before running over the scales that join his tail to his skin. The sensation is amazing, almost as good as the pressure he feels building in his abdomen all over again. He is still overfull, now that he can see himself from this angle, hadn't truly realized it while focused on the knowledge that he'd lost so much.

But—

He can do better. He can be fuller. Suddenly, the idea of showing off, of pleasing Yingxing even more, is incredibly appealing.

So he nods, hips moving that little bit faster against him as he does, glowing eyes alight with arousal and determination both. ]

I can—I.. I'm gonna show you, yeah.

[ ah, yes, good - he's sussing out dan heng's pleasurable spots, where and how to touch him to make him squirm and moan, what he likes and doesn't like. the tail is sensitive. good to know. ]

Good boy.. you'll do well for me, I know.

[ he murmurs, praising him, seeing all too easily how it seems to please dan heng, and yingxing wants him pleased. ]

Keep going for me then, baby, show me how much you love riding my cock.

[ breathless, yingxing lifts his hips, pushing in deep enough that dan heng will be able to feel the beginnings of his knot swelling, both hands now grabbing at his ass, squeezing the supple flesh. he keeps his hips canted upward as much as he can, giving dan heng something good to ride. ]

[ A shudder runs through him in response to the praise, all-too-visibly impressed by it even as he is thoroughly embarrassed. His fingers clutch, scraping against the other's chest as he continues to roll his hips, rocking his soaked, leaking cunt against the other's hard cock.

He can feel the beginnings of the knot just like Yingxing wants him to, and it only makes him groan and toss his head back, redoubling his efforts, using the other's angle to ride down against him as well as he can, his hips lifting and falling in needy desperation.

Truthfully, he's not sure he'll last much longer, and it's probably evident in the way his movements start to falter a little, a low groan on his lips that slowly becomes a whine, breath stuttering as he moves. ]

Ngh, fuck...

Mmn.. that's right, just like that. You're so good..

[ he whispers, voice rough and rasping, and yingxing groans, pushing his shoulders back against the bedding, the drag of dan heng's nails scratching at his chest leaving a pleasant burn behind. abdomen tensing, he redoubles his grip on his ass, holding him still so he can fuck up into him harder and faster, the sound of their bodies coming together wet and obscene. ]

Just like that..

[ clenching his jaw, yingxing's thumbs press hard into dan heng's hips, sweat now gleaming on his skin, core muscles burning. aeons, it's so damned good, dan heng is so wet, so tight, squeezing him like a fist, his heart slamming against his ribs. ]

Come for me now, sweetheart, I know you're close.

[ and the more orgasms he can fuck out of dan heng, the better. ]

[ The other's words are the last piece of the puzzle. His movements atop Yingxing are breathless and faltering, the scrapes of his fingers uncontrolled and leaving scrapes of raw skin in their wake, and without the other holding him in place he might slump over, already overwhelmed.

But he keeps moving for as long as he can, hips moving hard and fast. He's close, and Yingxing calls for him, rough voiced but gentle, voice echoing in his mind over the sound of their bodies coming together in wanton pleasure— ]

Fuck—

[ From where the other lays back, he'll get a grand view of the gush of slick from Dan Heng's cunt as the younger man orgasms, head tossed back and hips still moving instinctively even as his muscles clench down. ]

[ oh, what a view indeed. dan heng comes apart beautifully, his head thrown back and his body arched, and yingxing hardly knows where to look - at his face twisted up in pleasure, at the gentle bounce of his soft little breasts, or at the lewd, glistening sight of his cunt being fucked deep, gushing around yingxing's cock as he comes. it's a feast for the senses.

before dan heng has had the chance to recover, or even finish his orgasm, yingxing tenses and flips them again, surging forward to press dan heng into the rumpled bedding right onto his back. ]

You're so perfect -

[ he murmurs, burying his face in dan heng's neck as he continues pistoning into him, fucking him through the crest of his orgasm and after, his knot swelling further, pushing against him but not yet popping in. he isn't ready to give in just yet. ]

Give me another one, Ah Heng..

[ How can he not give Yingxing exactly what he wants? His senses are heavy with heat, needing what he hasn't quite been given yet, and one orgasm was never going to be enough, no matter how many he's had over the past twenty-four hours. His cunt is sensitive, twitching and throbbing through his orgasm, nerve endings all lighting at once as the older man flips them and continues fucking hard and fast into him.

It has him reaching, fingers gripping now in the other's hair, the sound of his voice a keening whine as he rolls his hips up, up against the movements, right into those same overwhelming sensations.

Like this, with his body screaming in exhaustion and pleasure at the same time, with Yingxing's low voice pushing him onward, it's no surprise that he comes again sooner rather than later, his cry almost a sob of pleasure as he does, slumping back against the pillow, limbs trembling with exertion. ]

[ dan heng comes for him a second time, shivering and clenching all around him, and yingxing groans to feel it, his mouth moving hot over the bruises he had left behind on that slender neck the previous night. he's close, has to be close when dan heng is so incredibly tight, when he's enjoyed not one but two orgasms on yingxing's cock, that he's managed to last this long at all is a feat.

but he holds off just a little longer. ]

Good boy.. [ he whispers, kissing his way back to dan heng's mouth, murmuring against his swollen lips. ] .. do you need me to fill you up, hmm?

[ he doesn't stop fucking him, even while he talks, both hands seizing dan heng's thighs and pushing them further open, hooking his elbows beneath his knees to spread him, allowing dan heng to feel every inch of him sinking in deep. ]

Tell me how much you need it, baby, how you need me to breed you so good, and fill your belly up..

[ Good boy, Yingxing whispers, and oh Dan Heng loves and hates what it does to him when he does, the way his lips part in a whimper, the way his used cunt flutters, inviting him further. He's so sure that outside of the bedroom, he'd find the phrase insulting, and yet in bed there's something about it that stirs him, that makes him crave more of it.

And—speaking of craving—

His head slumps further back in response to the other's movements, the way he's shifted and spread open on the bed, and his lips tremble against Yingxing's mouth, the answer coming to him faster than he could have imagined it would—the willingness, too, to speak such words, driven by the need still aching, burning— ]

I need it, Yingxing, I—fuck, I need you so much, please... please don't make me wait anymore, fucking... fill me up, make me yours. Ruin—ruin me for anyone else. Breed me—

[ it's so damned thrilling to hear dan heng talk like this. he's usually so reticent, and while he can get wordy when he's talking about something he likes, he's always very polite and controlled, never the sort to swear or say filthy words - but here? now? he's lost control, and it's just about the hottest thing that yingxing has ever heard. ]

Mm, just like that..

[ what a good boy he's being, begging for what he needs like that - yingxing is more than happy to give it to him.

with a deep grunt, his hips snap forward once, twice, three times, hard and erratic, until at last his knot pushes through and he comes hard enough to see stars, moaning against dan heng's lips. painting his insides with ropes of hot spend, yingxing works his hips shallowly, his knot tugging at dan heng's abused entrance but staying firmly inside while he spills, flooding his belly once more with exactly what he needs. what they both need. ]

Fuck -

[ he whispers harshly, trembling as he holds himself up, eyes squeezed shut to better take in the pleasure. ]

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