headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

[jing yuan being nice makes up for blade being an asshole, because he knows the most, out of everyone, how far dan heng can be pushed.

soon, his shallow thrusts give way to slow, powerful strokes, hands solid and bruising on dan heng’s hipbones. his pace is brutal in the way that it never quite allows dan heng to catch a breath between them.]

A-Y-

[he pants out, mindlessly leaning over dan heng’s shoulder, seeking jing yuan’s mouth.]

[Even for Jing Yuan, it's hard to think straight like this. It's not just the feeling of fucking into Dan Heng -- it's the sight and sound of him, of Blade, and the emotional high of being close to them both again. He's much gentler than Blade, simply because Dan Heng is new to this and he doesn't want to be too much. But that creates the same contrast as when they were fingering him, so good luck Dan Heng.

As for Blade, Jing Yuan lifts his head and kisses him the instant he starts to talk. Don't you dare say it. He'll implode.]

[he can't catch his breath. with them going at different paces, different forces, there are moments when they're both pressed so deep inside him at once that all he can hear is his own pulse, and in other moments there's the aching emptiness of one or both of them pulled almost entirely out.

he's so noisy, unaware of it while bouncing on their cocks.]

[blade doesn’t say it, because jing yuan does something with his tongue that makes him whine.

he pulls away, dazed; dan heng is making the most pornographic sounds he’s ever heard him make and blade shoves three fingers into his mouth to shut him up. if he has to listen to the vidyadhara a second more he’d come and-

wait. shit. the cock ring. he can’t remove that. ????? dan heng you little fucker.]

[When Blade pulls back, Jing Yuan leans after him with a needy sound. His eyes are hazy, and the only reason he's not also being noisy is because he's focusing too hard on trying to keep his pace even.

He reaches out to tug Blade closer, squishing Dan Heng even more tightly between them. He wants to hold them both, thanks.]

[dan heng's noises get quieter, with those fingers in his mouth, but also even filthier. he tries to fellate blade's fingers, clumsy, and wedging them even tighter between them means blade can feel the buzz of the vibrator between dan heng's lengths faint against his belly.]

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