slicings | band au;

band au;

[ 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

[ 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. ]

[ Where Yingxing's eyes close, Dan Heng's eyes stay open—widen, even, trained down on the arch of his own stomach upward, the slight swell of his belly growing as he's filled all over again, a sharp moan on his lips. His fingers clutch handfuls of pale hair, and once he's seen it, he lets his eyes sink shut again, practically slumping into the older man as he pants out breath after breath, body clenching and trembling around him. ]

Oh, fuck...

[ It's a helpless little echo, and Dan Heng's fingers reach, cupping at Yingxing's cheek and pulling him in closer, mouth pressing soft and insistent against the elder's.

He hasn't really thought about what he said, or the implications, and right now there's no room in his mind for it anyway. Everything is just afterglow and bliss. ]

Ngh.. that was perfect...

[ yingxing hasn't thought about it either, hasn't thought about the fact that dan heng could potentially fall pregnant. granted, given vidyadhara fertility issues and the fact that dan heng is probably on t means they're likely safe, but he hasn't thought about it. he should be thinking about it, he's usually really good about using condoms, but this time..

gods, dan heng is just too much. he makes yingxing feel crazy and reckless. makes him think with his dick and not with his brain. ]

Mm.. yeah, it was.

[ he answers, breathless, his voice gone husky and rough. carefully, he allows himself to sink down, resting against one elbow, their skin sticking together, hair mussed and matted. the bedding is even more of a mess now, but that'll be a problem for them in ten minutes or so. not right now. ]

You're incredible.

Me? [ Not for the first time since they've become friends—not even for the first time in the last twenty-four hours—Dan Heng answers the compliment with a shake of his head. ] No, I... compared to you, I...

[ He smiles up at the other, continuing to brush his hair back, the smile on his lips awkward with shyness. ]

I'm really glad I came here. When I realized what I was done, I was scared that I'd made a mistake, but... I made the right choice. You've been so good to me, and I can't.. there's no way to... well, I'm grateful.

[ He moves to nestle against the other a little more, breath stuttering as he moves against the knot. ]

Dan Heng -

[ yingxing huffs a laugh, abashed, glancing aside. sure, he gets compliments all the time, but that's from fans, from people who know blade and ren, not yingxing, and while he definitely has arrogant moments, and he's more than self-assured, hearing something like that from dan heng makes him feel almost shy.

almost. he's still a grown man, not a schoolboy, so it isn't long before he's looking back to him again, his eyes crinkling with fondness. ]

I'm not giving you anything less than what you deserve. Give yourself a little more credit. You're smart, you're loyal, kind, beautiful.. what more could anyone want, right?

[ he hums, pressing another kiss to dan heng's mouth, then another. ]

Believe me, you're worth it.

[ His cheeks warm at the compliments, and Dan Heng smiles, responding to those kisses with small pecks of his own, shy but content. ]

I... I like hearing you talk like that, [ he admits after a moment. ] When you say nice things. And call me baby. And "good boy".

[ Okay, his cheeks are pretty close to red now. He presses his face into Yingxing's shoulder with a soft, barked laugh. ]

I'm going to shut up now.

[ But, shutting up or not, he's been honest, and he thinks that's important, especially as Yingxing is speaking so freely with him. He's embarrassed, but he feels good, too. ]

Hah, no, don't shut up.

[ he murmurs softly, through an easy grin, as he turns his head to nuzzle against dan heng's tapered ear and the corner of his jaw. he smells like sweat and sin, a heady scent that yingxing could easily get drunk on. ]

Those are things I want to know.

[ pet names and dirty talk come easily to him, but if dan heng wasn't into it, that's something he'd rather know now than later. granted, dan heng's body and moans told him all he needed to know about how he felt, but even still, having verbal affirmation is always helpful. rumbling from deep in his chest, yingxing once more finally rolls them carefully onto their sides, before his shoulders give out and he collapses his weight on the poor boy. ]

I'll tell you a secret, too. Listening to you while you were in the bath earlier.. it drove me crazy.

[ Don't shut up, he's told, and it makes sense that Yingxing would want to know these things, that it's important for him to know these things, but it's still more embarrassing than he dares to admit. He flusters and shakes his head, pressing closer to him even as Yingxing moves them onto their sides, the movement making the other's knot catch, making him groan a little from the pressure.

(Fuck, he's so full—)

He's about to ask a question, the content of which is immediately forgotten when Yingxing keeps talking, offers a secret which makes Dan Heng's cheeks burn, glowing eyes wide as the look up at him in shock. ]

I—you—ugh, I didn't know you heard, I tried to... be quiet..

[ But all he can think right now is what Yingxing looked like, going about his night while listening to him up here... despite himself, his cunt gives a curious little flutter, a thread of pleasure running down his spine. ]

[ yingxing chuckles, the sound rough and warm. ]

I know you did, but you weren't quite quiet enough.

[ he pushes dan heng's damp fringe from his eyes, thumb coasting along the ridge of his cheekbone, his eyes soft and heavily lidded. ]

I tried not to listen. Tried not to think about you in there, but..

[ it was all but impossible. yingxing's thumb trails lower down his cheek, and over the pink swell of dan heng's lips. ]

It took all I had not to burst in there and take you right there.

[ Of course, his color deepens, but... also, his lips can't help but purse against Yingxing's thumb, a slight shift of his hips as his cunt flutters again—nay, tightens—at the image in his mind, of the elder bursting into the bathroom to take him in the tub while he writhed helplessly against himself, and... ]

I would have welcomed you, [ he admits, his voice low. ] I mean... I would have been... mortified, but I...

[ He's not really thinking as his lips part, take the tip of the other's thumb between them for a quick, teasing lick. ]

I was thinking about you in there anyway.

Oh? Were you, now?

[ yingxing's smile curls, and he chuckles from deep in his throat, one hand smoothing down dan heng's spine to rub slow circles into the base of his tail. ]

You flatter me. Would you tell me what you were thinking about?

[ gods, the way dan heng's cunt squeezes all around him again, pulsing with arousal at the very idea of what they're discussing.. it makes yingxing's cock twitch inside of him, spilling another small burst of spend inside of him. he groans softly, nudging at dan heng's jaw with his nose, his hips giving a shallow rock forward. ]

Thinking about my fingers inside of you instead of yours?

I—ngh—

[ He barely finishes his statement when he feels the twitch of Yingxing's cock, a small burst of his seed adding to the mess he's already made of Dan Heng, and the younger man can't help but groan in reply at the shallow rock of his hips, cunt squeezing all over again around him. He can't help but flicker his eyes to the way his belly bulges with the other, wondering if he could take still more—

But he tears his eyes back up to Yingxing, swallows hard as he nods, admits the truth of it even as his cheeks continue to burn. ]

I was. I knew... I knew it would feel so much better if it were you...

Mm.. well, was I?

[ he knows the answer, he's just being a shit about it. he wants to hear it. wants to know it. but then dan heng's body is clamping and fluttering all around him again, and yingxing groans under his breath, the hand at dan heng's tail sliding down to grab a handful of his ass, squeezing. ]

Baby, you're gonna make me crazy -

[ he murmurs, kissing slowly along the line of dan heng's pulse, tasting the salt of his sweat. ]

Gonna make me hard again before I can even pull out.

Of course you were—

[ And he'd say more, perhaps, but Yingxing is groaning, squeezing at his ass, telling him he's making him crazy, when as far as Dan Heng is concerned, it's the older man who started them down this line of conversation in the first place.

And yet, he can't help but answer by rolling his hips up into the other's, by deliberately squeezing his walls down against the other's slowly-shrinking knot as he turns his head, catches Yingxing's mouth with his own. ]

Mm...

[ dan heng kisses him, boldly searching out what he wants, and yingxing sinks into it fully and completely, closing his eyes and tilting his head to better slot their mouths together. thus far they've only kissed in hot passion, and this.. well, this is hot as well, but it's slower, and they're both more cognizant of the moment. it's not a sloppy kiss in the middle of hard fucking, it's more sensual, more deliberate.

yingxing's free hand slips into dan heng's hair, cupping the base of his skull to keep him close while they kiss, while they slide their bodies together, smooth and sensuous. yingxing licks into his mouth, exploring him, tasting him, enjoying the texture of his tongue, soft and warm along his own. ]

Mm.. you're a good kisser.

[ he murmurs against dan heng's mouth, then kisses him again, then again, soft and slow. ]

Feels nice..

Edited 2025-05-17 05:14 (UTC)

[ It's nice—it's more than nice, but Dan Heng doesn't think he has the words for that right now, just a smile as he leans up into that kiss, and when Yingxing's free hand cups the back of his head, he draws both of his own hands up to the other man's chest, splaying fingers out over skin and heartbeat as he tilts his head all too willingly into the kiss, humming as his tongue answers that which licks into his mouth, brushing up against it as a soft sound trips on his lips.

He's a good kisser, according to the other, and that—well, he hasn't really had that much experience, so he can hardly complain, can he? He hums in pleasure, cheeks warm as his body shifts against Yingxing's in a slow grind, even as he answers the kisses with his own. ]

Mm... me too.

[ He sighs in content, legs winding around the other a little more closely as he continues rolling into him, kissing slow and soft the whole time. ]

[ they move together slowly, their bodies sliding and rolling in tandem as they kiss, and yingxing can't help it - he's growing full again even before his knot has fully descended, his cock hardening while still nestled inside of dan heng's eager cunt, and it dawns on him that they've been connected in this way for hours now, since falling asleep the previous night. since the first time they fucked, he has been inside dan heng without pause.

there's something incredibly erotic about that, about the idea that they could remain tied together for hours, fucking like teenagers, one orgasm after the other until dan heng is fit to burst.

he feels those slim legs coil around him, and yingxing begins to move in earnest, his knot down enough by now that he can fuck into him properly, cock sliding in deep before smoothing out again, a mess of dan heng's slick and his own spend gushing noisily with every slow, careful thrust.

there's no rush this time. no ferocious need that consumes them both. it's more like making love, their hands all over each other, his mouth full of dan heng's taste, their kiss unbroken. kneading dan heng's supple ass, he slides his palm down the outside of his lover's thigh to his knee, grasping, squeezing, before retracing his path back down, cupping his behind to pull their hips together. ]

[ The sensation of Yingxing growing hard all over again—it's more than welcome, Dan Heng moaning lowly into his mouth between their kisses, hips arching into the other as he starts to fuck into him all over again, this time slow and careful, tender even as each movement is so noisy. And just as Yingxing explores him, slow hands over his ass, his thigh, his knee, Dan Heng's fingers trace up and over his shoulders, his neck, then down over his back, traversing strong muscle, learning Yingxing's body in a way photos could never teach him.

He groans softly, rolling himself down against the guitarist's thrusts, and despite the low coil of heat still in his belly, this time feels different to him too: gentler, less desperate, something for the two of them, rather than the needs of his body.

As awful as parts of it have felt so far, Dan Heng doesn't think he wants his heat to end, if it means staying here like this.

(But that's a pipe dream, isn't it? Yingxing has places to be, and so does he—) ]

[ the sensation of dan heng's hands all over him is enough to make yingxing shiver, most especially when those slim fingers slide across his back, over his shoulderblades and spine, where he's incredibly sensitive. hard muscle twitches and jumps beneath the pass of dan heng's curious hands, earning him several low, soft moans exhaled into the kiss between them.

gods, it feels so good. dan heng is still so tight all around him despite how well fucked he is, wet with both his own natural lubrication and the copious amount of spend that yingxing has filled him with, and it feels positively exquisite. warm pleasure coils in his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body, and soon enough they have fallen into a smooth, gentle pace together, their hips rolling and meeting in tandem, building a sinewy rhythm that feels natural and pleasurable. ]

Dan Heng..

[ he murmurs the name, snagging dan heng's lower lip between his teeth and tugging gently before returning to those slow, molten kisses, lapping at his mouth as his cock pushes deep, his thighs wet with the mess they're making. it's a slow buildup, unhurried and sweet, the hand in dan heng's hair massaging his nape, while the other continues to hold his ass, guiding his hips to move in sync with his own. ]

Gods, baby, I can't stand how good you feel..

[ Oh. Oh. There's something to be learned from those moans, from the way Yingxing's muscles twitch and jump under his touch, and Dan Heng is dutiful in the way he files them in his thoughts, making sure he remembers for later where each sweet spot is, where the other seems to be the most sensitive.

(He wonders, too, how sensitive his cock would be to touch, or even to his mouth—The shudder that passes through him at that brief thought is visceral, and he groans.)

Even with that image in his mind, though, it's easy to fall into a steady pace, hips moving against Yingxing's as each of those thrusts presses deep within him, spilling some of their shared fluids in anticipation of more, body moving against body in smooth, unhurried bliss.

He answers the low call of his name with a sigh, the admission of pleasure with a deliberate grind of his hips, his breath trembling on his mouth as he does. ]

You—you too, Yingxing. You feel so good in me...

[ yingxing has experience - of course he does. he's a rock star, so it's safe to assume that he's enjoyed his fair share of sex and drugs. but this.. this is surely one of the single most sensual experiences of his life. the way they move together is wildly pleasurable, like two parts of a well-oiled machine, made to work as one. there is nothing awkward or halting about it, it's all smooth, natural movements in perfect synchronization. ]

Good, I want to make you feel good..

[ he says, while his hand slides under dan heng's knee again, lifting it gently so he can hook his elbow beneath it, spreading dan heng open a little further, his cock sinking in deep. ]

I want to make you squirm and moan and beg.

[ his cock aches, squeezed by dan heng's needy cunt as he slides in rhythmically, the pace picking up a little, though still maintaining its easiness, its natural rhythm, and its depth, each forward thrust pushing in far enough to fill him entirely. ]

I want to make you come for me until you can barely move..

[ If it weren't for the position they're currently in, the lack of focus Dan Heng has available to him, he would probably laugh. As it is, he chuckles, brings one of his hands to Yingxing's face, breaking the kiss for long enough to look up at him in gentle disbelief, even as a hand slides under his knee to spread him open further. ]

You're ridiculous— [ he argues, even as his words catch on a sudden moan, head tipping back a little as Yingxing's cock presses even deeper into him, as the older man starts picking up his pace. ] I already.. you've already made me feel so good.

[ Not to mention how much time he's already spent squirming under Yingxing, moaning for him. He doesn't think he's done a whole lot of begging yet, but even then, as for the rest... ]

Do you realize that I've already lost count of how many orgasms I've had since I've arrived here?

[ Although even with that said, something about the way the other talks about him not being able to move... it's hot. Really, really hot. ]

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject