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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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[ 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—

[ dan heng is all but begging for him, so close to the edge that he's trembling, and yingxing drinks it all up, hungry for him, greedy for more.

were dan heng not in heat right now, yingxing would absolutely tease him further, would stop immediately and instead edge him right into oblivion, but alas. next time, perhaps, when dan heng is out of his heat - right now it would be more cruel than sexy, so he files that idea away for another time, when they're feeling adventurous.

another time. what an exciting prospect.

for now, yingxing plows on, sucking hard at dan heng's clit, laving the sensitive underside with his tongue while his fingers curl and fuck him harder, deeper, trying to pull him over the edge. ]

[ Oh, how he would relish the challenge, at any other time. A battle between the two of them, pushing and pulling, trying to demand even as he's brought to pieces. But that's not where Dan Heng's mind is right now. Right now, all he wants is release. He needs it, body aching for it despite having been sated so many times in the last twenty-four hours.

When he is pulled over the edge, he's too loud by halves, tail thrashing under him and fingers tugging as he gushes slick over Yingxing's fingers, his mouth, his chin. His head falls back with a thunk against the counter, a harsh exhale on his lips as he starts to come back down. ]

You're... too good at that, [ he mumbles, almost mindless in the aftermath of his pleasure. ] Better than I ever imagined.

[ dan heng comes for him yet again, beautifully and shamelessly, his slick running down yingxing's chin and throat, staining the collar of his sleeveless shirt and rolling down his forearm, testament to dan heng's pleasure. yingxing hums, satisfied, lapping slowly at dan heng's poor abused clit before he finally pulls away with a grin and slips his fingers free. he leans his head against dan heng's thigh. ]

Better than you imagined, hmm?

[ wiping his mouth and chin with his knuckles, yingxing straightens up and stands comfortably between dan heng's knees, resting both hands on his hips as he nudges their noses together, still grinning. ]

And just how often did you imagine it?

[ Dan Heng whines, writhes under those last few slow laps over his clit, unaware right now of how much of a mess he's made of the other. With a soft groan, he sinks back, relaxes into the countertop as he feels Yingxing's head lean against his thigh.

And then, belatedly, he realizes what he said, and his face turns pink, a groan of frustration and embarrassment on his lips; if it weren't for the nose that nudges against his in the next moment, he'd probably hide his face in both hands. ]

I... ugh. I didn't mean to say that, [ he admits, his voice low. But... if they've just gone this far... surely he can...

A breath. ]

Often. I imagined it pretty often. And, um. [ Another breath, and then a brave addition rushes forth: ] The other way around, too.

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[ dan heng is, once more, so sweetly embarrassed, but yingxing simply looks perfectly charmed. ]

You don't have to hide it, you know. It's just flattering to me, to know you've thought of me before.

[ he's a rock star, people fantasize about him all the time, he's sure, but it's different to be wanted by someone that he wants, too. it's different. better. he wants dan heng to keep thinking about him like that, to keep desiring him.

he tilts his head. ]

.. the other way around, though? Does that appeal to you?

[ his cock twitches at the very idea. nevermind that he's still incredibly hard in his pants that it's all but painful, but he'd never ask dan heng to do something he's not comfortable with. ]

[ His brows lift ever so slightly when Yingxing asks him if it appeals to him—the other way around, that is. And, without any hesitation whatsoever, he nods. ]

Of course it does, [ he says, his voice soft. ] I want... [ Ugh, it's embarrassing to put into words, just like it's embarrassing to have Yingxing know that he's thought about this. It's not that he wants to hide it, it's just...

He's not used to letting anyone see him quite so... closely.

Dan Heng's tongue traces over his lower lip. ]

I've... never done it before, but. The idea of making you feel as good as you make me feel, it's... I like that.

[ yingxing's smile softens. ]

Just being inside of you makes me feel good. That's all I need.

[ dan heng doesn't need to feel like he has to suck his dick to make him happy. as much as yingxing would absolutely, positively enjoy it. ]

.. that said, it's different if you want to just because you want to, you know? [ just like yingxing wants to go down on dan heng.. because he likes it. because it feels good to him. ] I obviously wouldn't turn you down.

[ Dan Heng's smile in response is slow, but genuine, his fingers reaching out to lazily thread back through Yingxing's hair, to brush over his face. ]

I'm not asking you because I feel like I have to. I'm asking you because I want to. I want you to feel that good. I want to be the one who makes you feel it.

[ He nudges his nose against the other man's again, sweet with embarrassment but also something warm, affectionate. ]

So...

[ And he bites his lip, a flare of heat in his cheeks. ]

[ well, that answer is good enough for him. ]

... so.

[ flashing a toothy grin, yingxing pushes in close so he can scoop dan heng right up into his arms, legs around his waist. the counter is going to need a good clean, still wet with dan heng's slick, but that can absolutely wait, considering what dan heng is offering, and how hard he still is.

he carries dan heng not to the stairs, but instead through the kitchen to the living area beside it, dropping heavily down onto the large sofa with dan heng in his lap. ]

[ And Dan Heng can't help but laugh, something bright and warm in his eyes at the way Yingxing is so quick to scoop him up and toward the living area. It belies the older man's enthusiasm too, the way he pulls him through the room, all but drops into his own seat with the younger man in his lap...

And mn, fuck, he's so hard. It would be so easy to grind himself down against him, but—

No, that's not what he wants to do here.

He braces a hand on Yingxing's chest, lifts his own hips, pulls himself back from the temptation until he's sat beside him, eyes bright and warm and excited. ]

Be patient with me, [ he murmurs, leaning over him, starting slow with kisses pressed to the corners of his mouth, to the underside of his mouth, to his chin. His fingers work on the other's shirt, baring his chest to give him something to continue working with. ] I want to get this right.

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[ yingxing absolutely would not complain if dan heng ground down into his lap a little bit, but he's also not about to complain about getting his dick sucked either, so as much as he likes the warm weight on his lap, he's more than happy when dan heng slides off to sit beside him instead.

already his abdomen is tightening up in anticipation. ]

Take all the time you need.

[ he says, brushing the hair from dan heng's eyes as his shirt pulled at - and yingxing simply snags it by the collar at his nape and sweeps the whole thing off of his body. it'll need to be washed anyway. ]

Don't worry, it's not exactly difficult.

[ yingxing is.. big, yeah, and it's unlikely that dan heng will be able to swallow all of him, unless he has some secret lack of gag reflex, but really? a hot mouth on his cock, even inexperienced, goes a long way. ]

[ Dan Heng's breath catches when Yingxing's response is to simply reach and pull his entire shirt off, and he pauses what he's doing just for long enough that he can watch the flex of the other's muscles as he does. There's a vague recognition—not for the first time, either—of the scars that litter the older man's arms, but through the ever-present fog of his heat, he doesn't think to ask about them.

Besides, the majority of his attention is focused on what he can do for the other man.

With a slight smile in his direction, Dan Heng continues to kiss his way down over Yingxing's chest, and he's trying not to tease too much when the other is already so achingly hard, but he's curious, too, enjoying what exploration he can, mouth wandering over the lines of the other's muscles as his fingers undo his pants and tug at them just enough to free Yingxing's cock to the air.

Mercifully, perhaps, he's a little quicker after that, kissing his way down over the other's abdomen and then straightening up just enough to offer him a smile before parting his lips and taking the tip of his cock between them. ]

[ dan heng's kisses are soft and sweet, making yingxing's skin jump beneath the pass of his warm lips, his breath catching as dan heng moves lower, and lower still, half-teasing but mostly enjoying himself.

then at last his cock is freed, and yingxing breathes a sigh of relief now that it is no longer trapped within the too tight confines of his jeans. resting his head back, he slips one hand into dan heng's soft hair, watching with blown pupils as he lowers his head to mouth at the tip of his cock.

fuck. he looks so good like that, all soft and demure with an aching cock against his lips. ]

Baby.. you look - mm..

[ he's cut off when those pliant lips close around the head of him, and yingxing's eyes flutter briefly shut, pre beading at his tip. ]

[ He has no idea how he looks, but from the way Yingxing cuts his sentence off on a groan, Dan Heng can only assume that it's good. That the other is pleased. He allows the briefest of smiles to find his lips before he lowers his head again, focusing on a few different things at once: going slow, learning the other properly, learning what he's doing properly, and also making the older man feel good.

It's a lot of different things, but in the midst of his desire, he's confident he can do it.

Dan Heng sighs, starts with just the head of him, licking and suckling, exploring with his tongue and mouth. He's a little hesitant at first but after a moment he reaches out with a hand too, bracing one against Yingxing's thigh but wrapping the other around his base, slow strokes over the parts of him his mouth doesn't yet reach.

His lips part for a breath, and his eyes flick up. ]

Tell me if there's something you really like? [ he whispers, and then presses down again, his mouth this time moving a little lower. ]

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[ if there's something he really likes? ]

You mean all of it?

[ he says breathlessly, then groans low and deep as dan heng takes him in again, deeper this time. yingxing is big enough that dan heng truly has his hands (and mouth) full, and watching how wide he has to open his pretty mouth to take him in is intoxicating. even when he's only toying with his tip, yinxging is shuddering with pleasure.

he's had plenty of blowjobs in his life by people more experienced, but this feels incredible, just by sheer merit of who it is in his lap right now. ]

You're good at this, baby..

[ yingxing whispers, one arm resting on the arm of the sofa while the opposite hand continues to smooth through dan heng's hair, pushing it back from his face and eyes to better see him work. keeping his hips still is a challenge, but one he meets. ]

[ Yingxing is big, and for someone with no experience at all with blowjobs, it's certainly a challenge. He's barely taken the other past his tip, and his lips already feel stretched impossibly wide, his mouth overfull with him.

But Dan Heng is nothing if not stubborn, especially when it comes to something he wants to do, wants to be good at, and so difficult or not, he keeps at it, lowers his mouth that little more, until he feels he can't possibly stretch any wider right now.

Once he gets used to—sort of, at least—the girth filling his mouth, he starts to move his head, slow bobs against him as he licks and sucks over the skin, humming lowly in response to being told that he's good at it. His hand, slick with his own saliva, strokes over and works the places he can't reach.

It's not easy from this angle, but he wants to see Yingxing's face, to see the pleasure play out, to give him more hint of what works best, and so he peers up, trying to catch his gaze as he moves. ]

[ watching dan heng work, feeling his warm mouth and tongue - it's a dream. it doesn't matter that he's still learning, it feels good, and watching him is even better. yingxing hums. ]

Careful, don't take too much.

[ he murmurs, before dan heng begins to bob his head and yingxing moans, his hips twitching in an effort not to buck upward, to push into that wonderful wet heat. dan heng's mouth is so full already and he's not even halfway down, and gods, he looks so good like that, pumping him with his fist while his sweet mouth works hard. when dan heng hums all around him, yingxing hisses through his teeth, pleasure rippling down his cock and pooling hot in his lap. ]

So good..

[ he pets dan heng's hair, his cock aching, leaking pre against that soft tongue as he fights not to rock his hips - he could never tire of this view, and he knows he won't last too much longer, not after eating dan heng out so voraciously, and seeing that hot mouth around his cock. ]

[ He hasn't quite worked out yet how good his humming feels for Yingxing. If anything, it's more a method of communicating right now than anything else, hence the hummed, murmured response as he starts to move, an agreement that he won't take more than he can handle right now. It's like that that he moves, working to please the other, taking him as deep as he possibly can with each bob of his head—

—and somewhere, vaguely amidst the building, cloying heat, he wonders if he'll ever be able to take him all—

hand working in firm strokes over him to make sure all of him enjoys it, not just what little Dan Heng can reach.

And the whole time, he watches as well as he can, enjoys the expressions playing over the other's face, the expression he wears that shows the struggle, the pleasure all at once. Selfishly, he wants to be the best he's ever had, and the more he watches, the more he can learn... ]

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