[the taste of blood and blade's tongue in his mouth is dizzying in its own way. he bites back in delayed retribution, unhidden fangs wickedly sharp, but he's still pressing into it needily.

the choking is one thing. he's really quite preoccupied by the raw pleasure of it and the kiss. but the shout around his cocks stuffing jing yuan's throat, well-- that shakes his brain loose from hyperfixating on blade, a little, and he's pulling away with a gasp, willing himself to stop thrusting. pulling out may take another moment or so.]