headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

This fucking-

[blade is not an emotive man at the best of times but he can’t come like this and he is too emotionally constipated and masochistic to say anything outright about it. (he likes it. a lot.)

instead: he uses the fingers he’d fucked into dan heng’s mouth to wrap around his cocks trapped between them, stroking mercilessly.

his other hand reaches over to fist a hand violently in jing yuan’s mane, just to hear him groan.]

[He's far enough gone right now that the unexpected fist in his hair causes first a startled little yelp, and then a totally unrestrained moan. He barely stops himself from saying the wrong name.

Blade of course is not Yingxing, but he remembers enough to know that Jing Yuan has always enjoyed a little roughness. He likely also remembers the look on his face -- that helplessly weak and wanting expression, sharply panting, when he's so, so close.

Dan Heng's on another planet, but he can still feel Jing Yuan's rhythm falling apart. It's a matter of moments, now.]

[the brutal hand on his cocks undoes him entirely, and he all but convulses between them, spilling hot and wet against blade as he screams and seizes impossibly tight around both their lengths, uneven thrusts be damned.

he might be in another galaxy, really.]

[blade holds the both of them like this: their faces turned towards him, watching their pleasure avidly, a sight-memory he had long consigned to the mara.

dan heng’s scream, in particular sounds exactly the same when stabbed. he strokes dan heng through his orgasm cruelly, wanting him to never forget this moment.

and speaking of want. he shakes jing yuan a little, with the hand in his hair, tipping his face upwards.]

Look at me. [he knows he’s going to be paying for this later in some way, but, in a haughty tone that comes so easily to him it feels like coming home.] A-Yuan.

[It's feeling Dan Heng clench around him that actually makes him come, but Blade's bullying certainly helps. He's not as loud as Mr. Screamy here but he's still loud, clinging to them desperately as he spills into Dan Heng.

He does, as commanded, make eye contact with Blade the whole time. Hearing him call him that, in that tone, in this moment... it's incredibly hot, but it also punches him right in seven centuries of loneliness, so. Congratulations Blade, you've made Jing Yuan cry. Just not quite in the way you intended to.]

[Mr. Screamy would like to get off this wild ride. or stop getting off? he's beyond oversensitive, scream itself petering out into keening whines as he tries to squirm away from Blade's hand, like he's not very much speared on their cocks. feeling that burst of heat deep inside him, he clumsily grabs for one of jing yuan's hands, seeking... some kind of comfort. giving? taking? unclear.]

[whoa wait he didn’t expect that. blade is very good at some things but unfortunately comfort is not one of them. he doesn’t think he actually remembers how.

first, he lets go of dan heng: wipes his hand on the nearest fabric-like object (that might be dan heng’s sleeve), pressing an automatic kiss to one of his horns. slowly pulling out (fuck your stupid cock ring, dan heng) to let him bask in his afterglow.

he then. kind of just looks at dan heng. can you tell him what to do he is really ????? blade finally just … tentatively puts a hand ? on jing yuan’s jaw?]

I- What’s wrong? [on a lesser man that tone might be called a little panicky.] Jing Yuan?

[Jing Yuan shakes his head, trying his darndest to act like he is not, in fact, emotional right now. It's not very effective given he can't actually stop crying, but clearly his dumb feelings aren't important here so he doesn't want to acknowledge them.

Instead he gives Dan Heng's hand a squeeze, and uses his free hand to reach around and untie the ribbon holding the vibrator in place. Then he lets go, pulls out, and awkwardly scoots away a bit to rub his face in hopes it'll quit leaking.]

Nothing... I-It's fine.

[first off, that is technically jing yuan's cock ring, thanks.

secondly, it's only his natural sturdiness as high elder (not really) (you know what i mean) that kept him from passing out up until this point, and it's awfully tempting in the wake of it.

but his keening gives way to a low moan of relief and loss, as his cocks are freed and he finds himself utterly empty. he sways, suddenly boneless, and moves to lean back against jing yuan, who is... no longer there. it is not the most graceful flop back onto the floor. after a moment to be confused about how he got here, he tips his head back (horns tapping the flooring) to examine jing yuan upside down.]

A-Yuan?

[yeah he is likely not going to be able to give blade advice on handling this one.]

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