[what the fuck was that, jing yuan? blade stares helplessly after the other man, annoyed and simultaneously warmed to the bone by that simple kiss to his ear, even more baffled by the promise of- being caught. if he falls, again, into the haze of mara. did he deserve that.
he meets dan heng’s eyes. he looks like a vision. he looks like someone blade would kill. he looks like…
he pads closer, then. crouches over him. like this he could cover the entirety of dan heng with his bulk. blade unbuttons his coat the rest of the way, folds it into a neat, thickly padded rectangle, sets it on the ground.]
[blade that close without jing yuan providing a physical barrier, without the bracer scrambling his mind... dan heng shivers, which rolls down his spine til it's visible in his tail. swallows hard. lets his gaze flicker to blade shirtless, all skin and scars and bandages--
he'll make him wait too long if he thinks too much about those. nods and kneels on the folded coat.]
[dan heng's pupils blow wide, and if it's the intensity or the darkness brought by that shield of hair... well, it's probably both. it's hard to breathe. going into this, he would have been hard pressed to answer this question, but now it falls from his lips almost unbidden.]
[blade jerks like dan heng stabbed him through the heart. he’d promised, of course. until the end. what else could he do now, then, but slot their mouths together hungrily?
oh yeah, what he could do is break that kiss by circling a large hand around the base of one of those translucent horns and pull dan heng back by it. he’s still a massive bastard sorry.]
[it's frighteningly easy to sink into that kiss, revel in the taste and bittersweet familiarity of blade. but that means his guard is down enough for him to moan, shocked and unfiltered, when he's tugged away by that horn. everyone here knows how vulnerable and sensitive they really are.]
[the way blade smiles at him isn’t very nice. or sane.]
Well?
[gesturing to his own crotch, which has really hard evidence of how much blade is enjoying this entire situation. the other hand stays on the top of dan heng’s head, thumb stroking that horn.]
[he licks his lips again, gaze following that gesture down... fuck. he'd half assumed his memories were exaggerating.
but his hands are steady even as his heart is anything but. he reaches to pop the button on his pants, tug it and his underwear down enough to free that battering ram of a cock.]
[It's here when Jing Yuan comes back from the bedroom. In defense of his clothing he's stripped, so he just comes cheerfully back into the room stark naked, hair down, holding a simple but high-quality black case.]
[flinches when he is bopped with blade dick. blinking fast. what the hell,
tearing his eyes from the picture jing yuan makes and bringing a hand up to grab the base of blade's cock as if to make it behave, regarding it with clear offense. then he tries to take it into his mouth too fast and too deep, and chokes.]
[he’s slowly flushing red again, whether it’s from the sheer erotic value of having dan heng’s mouth around his cock or the sheer erotic value of jing yuan kind of sort of telling them what to do, he doesn’t want to know.]
Slow down. [there’s teeth in there and it makes blade even harder. fuck. yanking him back by the hair.]
[His tone is softly teasing, gentle and good-natured. But he's also opening the case to poke through it, and setting things on the floor for later use. Lube. Soft handcuffs. A vibrator... He hasn't used most of this but it's here so he's looking.]
[he's pulled off, coughing and tearing up. there's a mulish look to him like he's a split second from trying the exact same way again, but jing yuan's tone soothes him. he swallows hard.]
[TBQH he doesn't actually know what half the stuff in here is for. Sometimes your Chief Counselor has a weird sense of humour and is sick of your depressed bullshit and thus you get embarrassing gag gifts as punishment. The result of being close with someone for centuries.
Thus he gives up after a little bit, and puts most of it back in the box to set aside. What's more interesting right now is sitting with his chin in his hands and watching them.]
[sir you have the internet, consult it on your sex toys,
blade telling him, blade pushing his hair out of his face and using that voice to guide him is going to be his undoing. it's clear on his face, when he goes from testy to embarrassingly aroused, like he wasn't already.
his second hand comes up to wrap around blade's cock, ans he takes the tip into his mouth, lapping at the head and letting his mouth get wetter and wetter.]
[he tenses with the effort not to buck into dan heng's mouth. he's clumsy, but enthusiastic, and more importantly, he's dan heng, so he could do literally anything and blade would be turned on.
blade is not used to the person coming up with ideas; he was a weapon, who went where he was pointed, so when he actually gets an idea he's a little bowled over by the sheer want behind it.]
Jing Yuan. [he's not taking his eyes off dan heng, but he's angling a little towards the other man.] Come here. Give him some pointers.
[he's so fucking turned on. aeons. his tail swishes over to wrap around jing yuan's thigh, and he hums an agreeable noise that's almost a purr around blade's length.]
[what if he joined the ‘stab jing yuan’ club huh. the little shit. blade missed him so much.
he holds dan heng’s head fast, and fucks slightly deeper into that mouth without warning, swaying forward to angle for an angry bite to jing yuan’s lower lip.]
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he meets dan heng’s eyes. he looks like a vision. he looks like someone blade would kill. he looks like…
he pads closer, then. crouches over him. like this he could cover the entirety of dan heng with his bulk. blade unbuttons his coat the rest of the way, folds it into a neat, thickly padded rectangle, sets it on the ground.]
Kneel on this.
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he'll make him wait too long if he thinks too much about those. nods and kneels on the folded coat.]
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he leans in, hair falling forward like a curtain, tipping dan heng’s face upwards.]
Is this just a truce for Jing Yuan?
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No.
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oh yeah, what he could do is break that kiss by circling a large hand around the base of one of those translucent horns and pull dan heng back by it. he’s still a massive bastard sorry.]
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Well?
[gesturing to his own crotch, which has really hard evidence of how much blade is enjoying this entire situation. the other hand stays on the top of dan heng’s head, thumb stroking that horn.]
Get to it.
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but his hands are steady even as his heart is anything but. he reaches to pop the button on his pants, tug it and his underwear down enough to free that battering ram of a cock.]
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Hurry up.
[blade only has so much self-control before he snaps and really starts fucking that sinful mouth.]
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Ah, I'm just in time.
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[He chuckles, quite happy with himself, and sits down next to his glaive. He rests his elbow on his knee, and wiggles his fingers at them.]
You're supposed to get it in his mouth, you know.
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tearing his eyes from the picture jing yuan makes and bringing a hand up to grab the base of blade's cock as if to make it behave, regarding it with clear offense. then he tries to take it into his mouth too fast and too deep, and chokes.]
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Slow down. [there’s teeth in there and it makes blade even harder. fuck. yanking him back by the hair.]
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[His tone is softly teasing, gentle and good-natured. But he's also opening the case to poke through it, and setting things on the floor for later use. Lube. Soft handcuffs. A vibrator... He hasn't used most of this but it's here so he's looking.]
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...Tell me how?
[he has not spotted the toys. holy shit bro.]
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You don’t need to go down all the way. [gathering his hair gently out of his face. what is blades life right now.] Use your hands. And add more spit.
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Thus he gives up after a little bit, and puts most of it back in the box to set aside. What's more interesting right now is sitting with his chin in his hands and watching them.]
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blade telling him, blade pushing his hair out of his face and using that voice to guide him is going to be his undoing. it's clear on his face, when he goes from testy to embarrassingly aroused, like he wasn't already.
his second hand comes up to wrap around blade's cock, ans he takes the tip into his mouth, lapping at the head and letting his mouth get wetter and wetter.]
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blade is not used to the person coming up with ideas; he was a weapon, who went where he was pointed, so when he actually gets an idea he's a little bowled over by the sheer want behind it.]
Jing Yuan. [he's not taking his eyes off dan heng, but he's angling a little towards the other man.] Come here. Give him some pointers.
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[He's in full terrible tease mode now. RIP Blade.
He does come over though, settling beside Dan Heng and resting his hands gently on his shoulders.]
First of all, relax and go at your own pace, Dan Heng. You need a little time to learn, and he needs to be bullied back now and then.
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he holds dan heng’s head fast, and fucks slightly deeper into that mouth without warning, swaying forward to angle for an angry bite to jing yuan’s lower lip.]
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As he does, he kneads at Dan Heng's shoulders, soothing and encouraging.]
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