headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

Whatever. That’s why you’re here.

[the person who he was did not like letting jing yuan get the last word because the uppity little brat was insufferable and instead of feeling like he wanted to crawl out of his skin because blade felt the same, he felt warm.

now that he didn’t want to think about, so he finally applies himself to dan heng, tipping his head down.

that single finger is replaced by a cursory two, but blade really starts fucking him with three: his fingers are rough and textured with raised scar tissue, and he watches dan heng’s face intently.]

What if I want to take a break from being clever, though...?

[Don't make him work while on dates ok. His brain needs a rest.

For now though he's just focusing on slowly sliding one finger, then two, into Dan Heng's ass. He's being a lot more gentle than Blade, but still working on stretching him out thoroughly enough to take a fairly big dick.]

[his brain is being rattled out of him by the vibe tied between his cocks, and they're bickering, and it's cute and he's filled with so much love but also with their hands--

lunging forward, clumsy, to kiss blade.]

[blade smirks at him the exact same way yingxing did 700 years ago. don’t worry jing yuan blade has Plans for you that involve your brain cells melting out of your ears.

but then dan heng kisses him???? he wasn’t expecting that. he quickly melts into it, supporting dan heng easily with the hand that’s not fucking into him.

‘melts’ turn into rough, biting kisses real fast, though, and blade curls his fingers inwards, targeted pressure towards a spot that he remembered made dan feng wail.]

[Oh fuck that smirk is hot. Jing Yuan goes bright red and blank-faced for a moment, flashing back 700+ years to every time Yingxing (and Dan Feng) had rendered him thoughtless and boneless and the best kind of sore.

He comes back to reality quickly enough though, adjusting so as to keep his hand where it is. His attention is so much slower and more meticulous than Blade's -- a contrast of feelings for sure. But he's doing what needs to be done, so they can wreck Dan Heng completely.]

[the difference between jing yuan dedicatedly stretching him and blade fucking him roughly and pointedly on his fingers is devastating. the curl of blade's fingers matches up with the program behind the vibrator advancing, and instead of a consistent vibration it switches to little pulses. dan heng's whole body curls tight and spasms as he comes with a sob and a bite, inner walls quaking tight around their fingers as he makes a mess of his own belly.]

[jing yuan’s lucky blade’s too distracted by dan heng to see that reaction.

he tastes the familiar copper tang of blood, from that desperate bite, and he groans into dan heng’s mouth as he feels the younger man seize around his fingers. shit. he’s so fucking beautiful. blade wants to ruin him again. forever. same thing.]

That’s it. [he croons, in the same tone of voice he normally uses to lovingly list all the ways he would disembowel dan heng.] Be good.

Lovely.

[Everything about Dan Heng is. What an incredibly alluring person -- it's not the same, but Jing Yuan can feel his heart wrapping around him like he needs Dan Heng to breathe. Just like with Dan Feng.

He gives him and soft and loving kiss on the top of his head, but he also doesn't pull his hand or the vibrator away. Dan Heng didn't ask them to stop.]

[some part of him tries to engage fight or flight with blade's tone, but he only twitches and moans, and jing yuan's voice and touch soothe that too.

his tension starts to ease for a bare moment, before the next burst of vibration hits and he's wailing, pressing into every touch as best he can. he almost headbutts jing yuan in the mouth, trying to react favorably to that kiss.]

[not for the first time. blade has a tiny little inkling that maybe agreeing to this cock ring was a bad idea, but that’s quickly turned aside by the sheer hunger pooling molten in his belly at watching dan heng lose his mind to pleasure practically in his lap.

he pulls out his hand. spreads it over dan heng’s pelvis, above his cocks, smearing that pale skin with his own slick.]

Jing Yuan. [his tone is terse, hoarse with want.] Let me finish prepping him or hurry up.

Fussy, fussy...

[He could keep going slow just to pick on Blade... but, eh. Jing Yuan is also feeling the pressure of desire. He'll be nice, finally adding a third finger and wrapping up the stretch.

He pulls his hand out, and nudges Dan Heng's thighs to get him at the right angle.]

There you go.

[dan heng feels so empty. both holes twitch, wet and needy, as he shifts his hips up in tiny little motions.]

Please-

[he is actually thisclose to wrapping a hand around your throat jing yuan.

but that’s hard to do with their little dragon who’s real intent on playing fuckhole for the both of them, so he shoves that thought off for later. he has more important things to do. like being horrible.]

Please what, Your Grace?

I thought you were impatient?

[Jing Yuan continues to be very annoying, by reaching over to tug a lock of Blade's hair.]

[snarls!]

Fuck me!

[blade turns his head and literally tries to bite jing yuan’s hand. half childish, half annoyed, 100% horny (against his will okay).

he can’t quite ignore a direct order from dan heng though (because he’s weak like that) and he smacks dan heng’s thigh lightly to feel better about that.

he positions himself, parting the seam of his vent open with the head of his cock- pushing in very slow. what he really wants is to fuck right in but he doesn’t want to hurt dan heng. not like this.]

--Ow!

[You rude jerk. Jing Yuan takes his hand back with a pout, and waits his turn.]

[the smack makes him jolt with an indignant noise, but then blade is doing what he wants. so he can let it go. he guesses.

the stretch is so much, even after the care taken, and his mouth opens on a soundless moan, head tipping back against jing yuan's shoulder as he arches, as if to try and make space inside himself.]

[imbibitor lunae might have always run cold no matter whose name he took, but his heat is searing, and there will be finger-shaped bruises on his thighs from where blade is gripping him hard trying to control himself.

it takes a while, but eventually their hips are flush together, and once again blade has bitten his lip bloody with the effort of not fucking moving more than he’s supposed to.]

Shit.[he says, with feeling. he hoists dan heng into his arms, holding him open for jing yuan.]

[Aeons they're both beautiful. Jing Yuan is easily distracted from pouting by the sight of them, and the warmth. His pupils have dilated a bit, and he needs no further prompting to squeeze in close and carefully slide himself into Dan Heng.]

[he clings to blade with the shift, whining softly and lifting his tail even higher, pretty much presenting. from his angle, jing yuan can see the lips of his vent stretched tight around the base of blade's cock, the way the thin patch of skin between his entrances all but disappears as jing yuan presses in as well.

dan heng moans like he's dying.]

Ssshh. A little more. You can take it.

[the way he cradles the back of dan heng’s head, the way he presses lips to his temple, quiet, encouraging sounds, is entirely automatic.

blade doesn’t fight the long-buried rightness of it, and when he meets jing yuan’s eyes over dan heng’s trembling shoulders, his eyes are bright with unshed tears.]

[Jing Yuan is trying to focus on being careful with Dan Heng, but Blade's face is more than a little distracting.

He manages to bottom out, but as he does he puts a hand on Blade's face, gently stroking his cheek and smiling softly at him. He won't call him out right now, but he'll never forget that expression.]

[dan heng buries his face wetly against blade's throat, mouthing at it and making soft, helpless little sounds. incoherent, as he shudders and quakes and does his best to open up for them, unaware of the exchange going on over his shoulder.]

[blade leans into jing yuan’s touch- and turns his face into it, briefly, hiding like one of his finches seeking safety in his hand. (and wishing, really, that jing yuan could shelter him, like he did for everyone else.)

it’s too much, too quickly, and he flinches away like he realizes what he was doing. he props up dan heng by the waist, instead, looking at his face.]

Take your time to adjust.

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