headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.

[He doesn't chase after Blade when he flinches, but boy does he want to hug him right now. He resolves to do so when they're done here -- when they're no longer all three dissolving into the sensation of eachothers' bodies.

It's tough to wait, like this, and he's already breathing hard, but he won't move til Dan Heng is ready for it.]

[the shifting angle drags another tight moan out of him, halfway delirious. blade is, as one could expect, not the only one kind of leaking from the eyes here. it's hard for dan heng to process much of anything but how full he is, but blade looking at him invites the same happening to him. and something is off.

he blinks his own tears away, unblurring his vision, framing blade's face with both hands as he tries to make his frying brain figure out what is off.]

[nope! not having any of this emotional shit! this sucks!!!

he reaches up and grabs one of dan heng’s horns roughly. his voice is as hoarse as always.]

Focus, Dan Heng.

Let him comfort you, you old grump.

[Alas, poor Blade, Jing Yuan cannot and will not ever stop being a brat at him.]

You could afford to comfort him, too.

[well. a rough horn grab does the trick regardless, and his whole body clenches tight! enjoy.]

[he fucking knew it. he should’ve gagged jing yuan.]

Shutnnngh-

[blade somehow feels vaguely surprised but also all his brain cells have melted out of his ears suddenly? his hands go back to dan heng’s hips and he can’t help it: he starts moving, shallow thrusts into that tight wet heat.]

[Fuck. The sudden increase in sensation makes Jing Yuan gasp, and he puts his face in Dan Heng's hair to slightly muffle the groan that follows. He gives Blade a moment to get started, but he can't resist joining him, trying his best to match his movements so it's not too chaotic or hard to keep Dan Heng in place for them both.]

[dan heng's mind has utterly fled his skull. please leave a message after the tone. which tone? unclear. he's making an awful lot of noise, after all.]

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