[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.]
[dan heng groans, as more of blade's fat cock is occupying his mouth, stretching his lips and jaw. he can't really see them kissing from this angle, but there are more than enough context clues, and it is blazingly hot.
saliva drips down blade's length, and dan heng takes the opportunity to spread it with his hands, stroking the part of his cock not filling him up. which is, granted... most of it. then he sucks, light and testing, but without his lips fully closed around him, which makes a filthy sound.]
[nanook’s fucking tits, what was that sound? he has to pull dan heng off with a hard grip around both of his horns, because if he didn’t, he’s start really fucking dan heng’s face, and he could barely get blade down halfway as it was. he regrets the delirious moan he’d pressed against jing yuan’s mouth immediately.]
His turn. [blade sounds like he’s been the one with a cock in his mouth.]
[Jing Yuan gives Blade the fakest innocent look possible, and wraps his arms all the way around Dan Heng's shoulders, swiping a finger over his wet lips.]
[dan heng moans, gripped by those horns, and gives the distinct impression he'd be swaying if he weren't so very held by them. the embrace jing yuan has him in is good, too, and he feels supported and secure between both of them, the blazing heat of blade's hands on his horns riling him up more and more as he makes a questioning little sound, tongue flicking out to chase that finger.]
[the sound blade makes, when jing yuan holds dan heng close like a tableau of blade's nonexistentexistentialthey are not fucking wet dreams okay wet dreams, is kind of like the sound a squeaky toy makes when you step on it.]
Fuck you. [he snarls at jing yuan.] Open your fucking mouth.
[he doesn't let go of dan heng's horns, though, one hand stroking a horn automatically.]
[Jing Yuan will be obedient, but not without being a filthy tease a little longer. He lets Dan Heng catch his finger with his tongue, and makes it two -- they slide up his tongue and into his mouth just a little, then back over his lips to thoroughly wet them in the results of Dan Heng's first lesson.]
As you command.
[He looks Blade directly in the eyes, his own half-closed, and puts his messy fingers in his own mouth.
He pulls them back out with a wet, lewd little noise, and only then does he scoot that tiny bit forward so he can take Blade's cock in his hands and lick a hot stripe up the whole length from base to tip.]
[dan heng tries to chase those fingers with his mouth, but the hands on his horns keep him in place. the one stroking is frying his brain even harder, like the poor thing could survive what he's already watching from such an incredible front row seat.
it's around then that someone starts making absolutely embarrassing, needy little whines. dimly, dan heng thinks it's probably blade, and that he should be kind of ashamed. isn't dan heng the virgin, here? they're pretty hot, though.
blade wants a refund. he sowed it, and now he's reaping it, and it's making what remains of his coherent brain cells melt out of his ears.]
Dan Heng. [his voice is hoarse, and the hand not stroking dan heng's horn moves to rest on the top of jing yuan's head. he tugs dan heng closer by the base of that horn. blade is losing his fucking mind.] Help him.
[Jing Yuan helpfully shifts his angle a little to make room for Dan Heng, and lightly kisses the tip of Blade's dick. While he does so he lets a hand drop to fondle his balls, thoroughly enjoying the destruction of Blade's brain cells.]
It seems you're both feeling a little overwhelmed... that's very cute of you.
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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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saliva drips down blade's length, and dan heng takes the opportunity to spread it with his hands, stroking the part of his cock not filling him up. which is, granted... most of it. then he sucks, light and testing, but without his lips fully closed around him, which makes a filthy sound.]
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His turn. [blade sounds like he’s been the one with a cock in his mouth.]
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Who, me?
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nonexistentexistentialthey are not fucking wet dreams okaywet dreams, is kind of like the sound a squeaky toy makes when you step on it.]Fuck you. [he snarls at jing yuan.] Open your fucking mouth.
[he doesn't let go of dan heng's horns, though, one hand stroking a horn automatically.]
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As you command.
[He looks Blade directly in the eyes, his own half-closed, and puts his messy fingers in his own mouth.
He pulls them back out with a wet, lewd little noise, and only then does he scoot that tiny bit forward so he can take Blade's cock in his hands and lick a hot stripe up the whole length from base to tip.]
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it's around then that someone starts making absolutely embarrassing, needy little whines. dimly, dan heng thinks it's probably blade, and that he should be kind of ashamed. isn't dan heng the virgin, here? they're pretty hot, though.
(it's dan heng. he's making the noises.)]
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wait.
blade wants a refund. he sowed it, and now he's reaping it, and it's making what remains of his coherent brain cells melt out of his ears.]
Dan Heng. [his voice is hoarse, and the hand not stroking dan heng's horn moves to rest on the top of jing yuan's head. he tugs dan heng closer by the base of that horn. blade is losing his fucking mind.] Help him.
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It seems you're both feeling a little overwhelmed... that's very cute of you.
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