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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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[ A huff in response—totally not what he meant—but there's no protest, Dan Heng humming into the kiss as Yingxing's hands slide up under the towel, his own fingers splaying along the other's back as he kisses, slow and exploring, until the other breaks it so that his mouth can make a new path instead. And in response, Dan Heng's head tilts back, a soft catch of breath and shudder down his spine, a bite of his lip as his eyes close. ]

You think so? [ he mumbles. This time, he doesn't fight it, although there is a smile on his face as one of his hands moves to his side to brace on the counter, something playful glinting behind the glow. ] I don't know, I think you might be a little biased...

[ dan heng will surely feel the way that yingxing's smile curves against his skin. ]

Maybe a little.. but it's still true.

[ even in his less eye-catching skin, dan heng is lovely to look at, handsome and cute, sweet, tempting to take home. yingxing isn't picky, he likes dan heng no matter what he looks like. finds him beautiful either way. his kisses continue, pressing downward over the soft, small swell of dan heng's breasts while his hands slide up to his hips now, thumbs pressing into the hollows. ]

I'm glad you came here. [ he says, nuzzling soft skin. ] That you trust me.

[ He chuckles softly when he's told that it's true, bias or not, his smile sweet and a little shy now in answer to that which curves against his skin. His lips part, and he wants to tell Yingxing how handsome he is too, how he can see that smile, but it feels almost silly to do so right after the other has said something so nice. He wants Yingxing to know that he feels these things not only in reciprocation, but on his own.

He's still somewhere lost in the middle of all that when the other's kisses trail down over his breasts, making his breath catch as hands cup his hips, and those soft words continue. ]

I'm glad I came here too. I din't even... it was like instinct. [ His cheeks redden. ] I thought of you, and I just... had to be here.

[ yingxing chuckles, the sound bubbling against dan heng's skin, and he lifts his head to look into his pretty face. ]

Good thing you did. I don't know that I would've gone for it, with you.. not unless you made it really obvious you wanted me. Which you did.

[ not because he wasn't interested in dan heng - far from it - but because he's so much older than him, because dan feng would be angry, because he's a rock star.. there's so many reasons he had hesitated, reasons it had felt inappropriate, even when, with nearly anyone else, he would have made his interest clear. but he doesn't want dan heng to misunderstand, so he goes on, even as he nudges their noses together and lifts one hand to begin unwinding that pesky towel. ]

I've thought you were cute from the moment we met.

[ He can't help but laugh at that in response. ] I suppose when it came to telling you, I didn't really ... I never expected you'd like me. I'm so much younger than you, I figured you'd just think of me as your friend's kid brother. I was prepared to just.. say nothing about it, honestly.

[ But then his heat happened, and...

Dan Heng shakes his head, nudging his nose back against Yingxing's as the other man starts to unwind his towel, leaving him naked on the counter. ]

But... I said already I'm glad I came here. I'm really glad I came here. Knowing what I know now.

[ A pause, as his lips peck briefly against Yingxing's. ]

If anything, I'm annoyed I made myself wait so long.

Ah, sometimes you just need the right things to happen.

[ cute, though, that he believed that yingxing only thought of him as dan feng's kid brother. maybe he might have, if he weren't so cute, if yingxing wasn't attracted to him quickly. fortunately for them both, that wasn't the case.

the towel drops, and yingxing presses another kiss to dan heng's mouth, then another, his hands sliding down his shoulders and forearms, grasping his warm fingers for a moment before they return to dan heng's sides. much better, now that he can feel so much skin. ]

Now, tell me how I might serve you, my prince.

[ he teases, thumbs gliding over dan heng's ribs, skirting the undersides of his breasts as he begins to kiss along his jaw again. ]

Or would you prefer that I take the lead?

[ He smiles slightly at that—Yingxing's right, after all. The beginning of his heat was hell, but if that was what it took to finally get him over here... well, he can't really complain, can he?

With the towel gone completely, he feels exposed—just for a moment, though; that feeling is forgotten quickly in the wake of fresh kisses, of fingers skimming his sides and grasping his hands for a moment, or thumbs skating along the undersides of his breasts as a teasing murmur brushes against the kisses left over his jaw.

Dan Heng feels his cheeks burn. Serve, prince—words strong as they are playful, making him bite his lip as he cants his head back just a little, giving Yingxing more space to kiss.

And for a moment, he's a little torn. Are there things he wants Yingxing to do? Yes, especially as the pulse of his heat starts up again, heady and slow and wanting in his belly. Is he embarrassed to say as much? Certainly. But also...

Fingers curl into Yingxing's pale hair. ]

Surprise me, [ he murmurs, his voice husky enough that it takes him aback for a moment. ] Show me something new.

Something new, hmm?

[ well, there's only so much they can do on the kitchen counter, and yingxing has already very much used much of his arsenal, but he can try something different. perhaps.. going slow. steady. taking his time making dan heng unravel, maybe edging him to infuriated begging.

so he begins, kissing a slow, gentle path down dan heng's throat, nuzzling at his collar where his shoulder and neck meet, breathing hot against his pulse. meanwhile, yingxing's hands massage his thighs, grasping the supple flesh of them and squeezing, thumbs sliding along their insides until they meet in the middle. ]

I'll do my best.

[ the knuckles of his right hand drag down below dan heng's navel, sliding through his slit, slow and teasing as he purrs. his kisses move downward, head dipping until he can close his mouth over a pretty pink nipple. ]

[ He's not sure what he's expecting when he asks for something new, or what the outcome of such a request will be—but he's certainly not about to complain in response to the slow way the other starts to kiss a path down his throat, nuzzling at his collarbone and breathing against the skin—and who would have known that breath could do that to his insides, turning them to molten gold, his cunt giving a pretty little shiver in answer.

The fingers in Yingxing's hair tighten, and his other hand finds the edge of the bench, holding to its edge. When the other's knuckles drag over him, slow and teasing, he gasps, and his own knuckles whiten from their grip. And when that mouth closes over him, he groans.

Dan Heng is smart, and— ]

Aeons... you're going to tease me, aren't you...

[ yingxing chuckles, dragging his teeth gently over dan heng's stiffening nipple. ]

Sharp one, aren't you.

[ though of course, he already knew that. dan heng is nothing if not incredibly smart.

but yingxing does not stop, his tongue rolling as he continues to suck, using two fingers to spread the lips of dan heng's cunt so that he might slide a third between them, gathering slick to begin rubbing at his clit. it's already warm and swollen beneath the pad of his finger, and yingxing strokes it slowly along the underside, teasing it to further firmness.

every movement is languid, if deliberate. he wants to have dan heng begging by the time he is finished. ]

[ He groans, head tilting back and teeth pressing into his lower lip. He should have known the other would tease like this when he told him to surprise him, should have figured he'd do something a little mean—

Still, he's not about to complain. Not when Yingxing's fingers and mouth both feel so good against him, tongue rolling and teasing even as he sucks at one too-sensitive nipple, making the younger man arch his back up against the sensation; fingers spreading his cunt to rub over his clit with his own slick and making him shudder in delight. ]

Nngh... mmm, like that is good... right there...

[ dan heng reacts so well, arching and gasping for him, reacting so easily to yingxing's touch. he doesn't know if it's because of his heat, or because he's still so virginal, or likely a mix of both, but it's so good, how sensitive he is to every little touch. yingxing smiles, still rubbing slow circles, his teeth grazing dan heng's tender nipple. ]

Feels good?

[ he murmurs, then kisses his way across to the other, mouthing at the soft flesh of his breath before laving attention on this nipple instead. but not to leave the first unattended - yingxing's free hand lifts to cup his breast, thumbing over the already sensitive nub.

and all the while he's slowly stroking his clit, gathering more slick when he needs it. ]

[ Dan Heng groans in response to the question, nodding as his fingers, still curled through Yingxing's hair, tighten. One hand unthreads itself and drags down over the other's face, anchoring at his shoulder as his teeth press harder into his lip. ]

Y-yeah. Fuck... so good. More, please—

[ He knows that he won't get more for asking, that the other is enjoying teasing him, and yet he can't quite help but ask for it, hips arching towards the other even as a soft whimper escapes his lips. ]

Yingxing... nngh...

More, hmm? We'll see..

[ dan heng wanted something different, after all, so as sweet as he sounds asking for more, yingxing instead slows down, applying pressure evenly, but slowly, teasing at his clit to make dan heng squirm.

and all the while he's splitting his attention, still touching his breast, sucking at his nipple, his own cock beginning to ache in his jeans, pressing hot to dan heng's thigh. humming, yingxing's finger slides down and dips into his cunt, pushing carefully inside. he knows that he doesn't need to be quite so cautious, dan heng has taken much more this past twenty-four hours, but that doesn't matter, he's trying to drive the young man crazy.

he's only in to the second knuckle before pulling out again, in again, out again, in shallow little thrusts of his middle finger. ]

So wet for me..

[ If he didn't already know the trouble in which he's landed himself, Yingxing's low voice, murmuring "we'll see"... it would be enough to tell him the whole of it. The other almost immediately slows his movements, and Dan Heng whines, tail lashing as he squirms, hips lifting in an attempt to bring something more.

He should have known... should have predicted the other would play like this, teasing as he's always been even in friendship—really, he only has himself to blame for it, doesn't he? It doesn't stop him from writhing, though, from tangling his fingers harder in the other's hair as Yingxing starts to thrust his middle finger slow and shallow, making Dan Heng's head fall back on a low moan. He can feel how hard he is, he knows he wants him too— ]

Fuck... ah, damnit.. you're being unfair...

Did you not ask for something different?

[ yingxing chuckles, soft and gently, nuzzling his way back up dan heng's chest to find his mouth and kiss him, nipping at his lower lip. perhaps this is a little more bratty than usual, considering dan heng's heat, but he's been fucked silly all night, surely he can handle a little teasing, right?

his finger sinks deeper, in to the last knuckle, curling inside of him. ]

Are you demanding more?

I—ngh—

[ The fingers on the counter tighten, knuckles white as he writhes. He can handle teasing, but he's whining because of course he is, because it feels good and he wants more, and he's in heat and he's so horny—

He sucks in a sharp, trembling breath.

Is he demanding? No, he... he's asking, he... ]

Yes—

[ He means "no", but he can't think of the actual verb for what he's doing, what he wants to do, so... this will have to be enough. ]

Yes. Give me... give me more, Yingxing...

[ yingxing smiles against dan heng's lips, tipping his head to nuzzle along his cheek. dan heng is lovely like this, all needy and writhing on his countertop - who knew that this quiet, nerdy young thing could behave this way?

well. they say it's always the quiet ones that are the wildest, right? ]

Of course. Anything you need.

[ he says, then slides a second finger in beside the first, so easily for how wet he is. both now sink in deep, massaging dan heng's upper walls, rubbing slowly, deep within him. ]

I want to taste you again, baby.

[ If he knew the truth of what's on Yingxing's mind, Dan Heng would probably blush hard enough to set the rest of the kitchen on fire. As it is, he can only lean back a little, hips canting into that touch, biting his lip in an effort to prevent himself from just begging for more like the needy bitch his heat has (embarrassingly) made him become.

Though, when Yingxing mentions that he wants to taste him again, he groans despite himself, the older man will feel his cunt walls flutter and tighten in anticipation and desire.

Dan Heng sucks in a shaky breath. ]

Then—ngh—then you should.

[ oh, the way dan heng tightens up all around him just at the idea of being eaten out - it makes him feel a little crazy. yingxing exhales hard, nuzzling behind dan heng's ear, his heart pounding. ]

Your wish is my command.

[ he grins, then presses their mouths together in a hot, lingering kiss, before he's sinking down to his knees on the floor, his fingers still pushed deep as he uses his shoulders to coax dan heng's legs further apart.

yingxing wastes no time. still curling his fingers, he presses his mouth hot to that pretty cunt, dragging his tongue over his plump labia before diving right onto his clit, rubbing his tongue against it. ]

[ Dan Heng groans into Yingxing's mouth, returning the kiss for the brief moment it's pressed into his mouth, hungry and wanton in a way he never imagined he could be. He can't help but whine a little when the kiss is broken, even though he knows it's going to be good for him in the long run, even as his fingers tighten against the counter in anticipation.

The moment Yingxing is settled against him, Dan Heng's fingers curl into his hair again, and he tries not to grip too tightly as the other's tongue swipes over his cunt, slow and delightful and the slimmest of warnings for what comes next as the older man all but dives onto his clit, making his hips buck in pleasured shock. ]

Oh—oh, fuck...

[ gods, he tastes so damned good - musky and salty, his flavor filling yingxing's mouth immediately. he moans low and rough and parts his lips to close his mouth entirely over dan heng's clit, sucking slowly in deep pulses.

and all the while his fingers work, sliding in and out of his body, fucking him just as slowly as the pace denotes, the kitchen filling with the lewd wet sound it creates.

he never tires of this. oral is just about one of his favorite things to offer a partner, despite the fact that his own needs go ignored - it doesn't matter. he loves the taste, loves the experience, loves to feel dan heng shudder with pleasure as he grips yingxing's hair and bucks his hips in search of more. ]

[ Very quickly, Dan Heng melts. He goes from moaning and clutching his fingers in Yingxing's hair to writhing under his ministrations, lips parting in shallow, whiny gasps as his hips buck up against the other's mouth. It's so good, each suck of his clit sending a sharp wave of pleasure through him, each well-timed thrust of his fingers making him keen in a low, shaken voice. Yingxing knows exactly what he's doing by making it slow, teasing him even as he offers so much pleasure.

The room fills with them: with the wet sounds of Yingxing's fingers moving against him as Dan Heng writhes and moans, with the mingling scents of the remnants of breakfast, of his own sopping cunt practically dripping all over again with need, of the older man's growing arousal, thick with the same aromas that have been driving Dan Heng mad for the past day.

(And, if Yingxing thinks he'll leave him needy after this, he has another thing coming. As much as Dan Heng's heat wants satiation, he wants to please the other man as well...)

With another groan, he pulls his fingers from the counter, both hands buried now in Yingxing's hair. ]

Please—

[ this is going to be a long week, and yingxing knows he'll be exhausted by the end of it, but right now? right now everything is perfect, and he doesn't want it to end. he could stay buried between dan heng's soft thighs for days and not tire of it.

and yingxing's enjoyment is exceedingly clear in the way that he works, how he laves with his tongue like a thirsty dog, how he moans against dan heng's clit like it's the best thing he's ever tasted. his fingers climb deep, and yingxing begins to pick up the pace once he feels both of dan heng's hands in his hair now, needy as he grinds up against yingxing's face. ]

You're so good, baby..

[ he murmurs between laps of his tongue and soft sucking sounds, curling his fingers upward to better stroke those sweet, sensitive spots inside of him. ]

[ Gods help him, Dan Heng has never wanted something this much before. Later, when he thinks about it, he'll recognize how far it goes even beyond the need driven by his heat—this desire is something Yingxing has built up all on his own, brought him to just by virtue of the pleasure he offers. Not only is the sound in the room now that of his slick, but he can hear too the moans coming from between his legs, answering his own as he all but grinds up into the other's face.

He doesn't think he'll last much longer, suddenly, and it doesn't help matters when Yingxing's fingers curl, stroking those more sensitive places, the pace of his ministrations sped up in response to the fingers practically tugging at his hair. ]

Y-Yingxing, I... fuck—

[ Dan Heng thinks wildly that he's cursed more in the past 24 hours than he has in the entirety of his life. ]

Please, just... hngh, a little more— faster, harder, something I'm so close—

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