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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 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..

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[ 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. ]

[ yingxing grins, nudging their noses together. ]

Good. I hope you keep losing track.

[ they're surely never going to leave the bed, at this rate. not when dan heng feels so fucking good, a slick, velvet sleeve around his cock that yingxing could pump into for days on end. ]

Maybe I've already made you feel good, but that doesn't mean I don't want more.

[ if dan heng thinks he's exaggerating about yingxing wanting to fuck him until he can't walk, he's surely wrong. there's nothing more that he wants. kissing down dan heng's throat, yingxing hums low in his chest, dragging his tongue over his racing pulse. they've been taking their time, and he could drag this on even longer if he wanted, between his natural stamina and the fact that he's already come multiple times, but.. they should probably clean up eventually. and dan heng is going to need food and hydration.

so yingxing reaches down, releasing dan heng's knee to smooth that hand instead over the soft swell of his full belly, then further, rubbing at his clit with the pads of two fingers. ]

Gonne come for me soon, baby?

[ Dan Heng can't help the shudder of pure, absolute delight that courses through him in response to the other man's words. I hope you keep losing track—that doesn't mean I don't want more—There's something so hot about the way Yingxing talks to him, urges him on, and of course the younger man knows that, as a rock star, he's had his fair share of partners, and it's not like he's ever seen into any of those relationships beyond the surface-level, but...

...is it weird to think that there's something special about this?

Is it just wishful thinking?

And it's strange, but Dan Heng, who doubts himself on so many other things, doesn't think so.

He groans lowly, arching up against Yingxing as the other's hand smooths over his belly, as his fingers dip to start stroking over his clit. ]

I... mngh, fuck... y-yeah, if you keep doing that...

[ yingxing would be lying if he claimed that he hasn't had meaningful relationships, because of course he has. he's a grown man, pushing his forties, and while most of his partners have just been flings, he's had a few actual relationships, good ones, that's just a face of life.

.. but that doesn't make this feel any less special. he likes dan heng, likes him a lot, they've grown close despite his status as a celebrity, and the attraction they have toward one another is genuine, even if dan heng's began as a crush on a rock star. there's something here between them, something beyond just sex that yingxing would like to explore, but.. well, they can discuss it after dan heng's heat has passed, and he's fully back in his right mind.

for now, yingxing keeps fucking into him, deep and slow, while the pads of his middle and ring fingers move in circles over dan heng's clit, teasing the sensitive underside to make him arch and squirm. ]

Be a good boy for me, then.. [ he murmurs, kissing his mouth again, their breath mingling. ] .. let me feel that pretty cunt squeeze me up as you come.

[ It's when Yingxing's kiss finds his mouth again that Dan Heng's breath catches, that his hips arch into those steady thrusts, the swirl of those fingers over his swollen, aching clit. And somehow, more than that, it's the murmur that truly undoes him, the way the older man calls him a good boy and refers to his body in such a casually filthy way. A term he would normally hate, and yet—

He gasps out his pleasure, his fingers curling tight into the other's skin, holding himself steady as he falls into that pleasure, an orgasm not as physically intense as the others, and yet somehow still moreso, in ways he can't explain. His walls clench, and he chases Yingxing's mouth for kiss after kiss after kiss, until he's breathless, his whole body trembling with the sensation.

The others were good. Amazing, even. And yet somehow, still nothing like this. He's dizzy with the pleasure as he comes down, mouth moving against Yingxing's in a silent plea, something rough and ragged, a plea to be filled up again— ]

[ dan heng does just as he's told, so good for him, pleasure mounting until yingxing feels him beginning to clench up again, the walls of his cunt fluttering and squeezing as he falls apart all over again.

it feels so incredibly good, yingxing doesn't bother to draw it out. with one last push of his hips he comes as well, cock pulsing as he fills dan heng yet again. a normal man might not have much left to give, but for better or for worse, yingxing is an alpha, so he's able to provide dan heng with just as much hot, sticky spend as he had initially, flooding his cunt and womb both.

the only difference being that this time, he doesn't push his knot inside - much as he might like to. if they stay locked together too long again this time, they'll probably end up in this same situation all over again, and never get out of bed. which is great, but dan heng needs water and energy.

with a soft, satisfied sigh, yingxing sinks his teeth against dan heng's lower lip, still gently teasing his clit to make him tighten and twitch, riding out the last waves of their shared orgasm. ]

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