headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

They do not! I've raised them better than that.

[Otherwise Blade'd have bird shit all over his hands given how much he's had them on Jing Yuan's hair...

And now Jing Yuan is pouting. (Comedically. On purpose. Just to make Blade's face stay red.)]

Now I want to bring them after all...

The Conductor would likely put their foot down with birds. It will be difficult convincing them with your lion as it is.

[snuggles against blade. none escape.]

[your birds are agents of the state you asshole. blade just- covers jing yuan’s mouth, feeling more and more out of his depth.]

Where would you even put her in? Dan Heng sleeps in a closet. [pause. he flicks a nail at the base of dan heng’s tail. just to make him jump.] Did you know both Kafka and Silver Wolf have the Express’ schematics.

[There are a lot of things he could say, to keep being a brat.

"Mimi is a male lion. Have you seen his mane? It's even bigger than mine... but mine is softer."

"The Express is a magic train, you thick-skulled fool. It grows. Dan Heng is just weird."

"You do realise it's very mean to separate an innocent elderly person from their pets, Dan Heng?"

But no, Blade's hand is over his mouth, so all he can do is make a whiny protesting noise. He could also lean away from his hand or push it away, but. Y'know. He's playing along. And he finds it really hot anyway, which is painfully easy to tell from the outside when he's flushing and naked.]

It's not a closet.

[twitches, the length of his tail tightening around jing yuan.]

And there's plenty of room, which you know if you've seen the schematics.

It’s a closet. I’m surprised Cloud-piercer fits in it. Pick up your fucking books from the floor sometime.

[he realizes he’s actually arguing - bantering, really, with dan heng, and this is the longest conversation they’ve ever had without violence. this makes him feel queasy (is that what it is), so he turns to look at jing yuan, who is making the most pathetic face behind his hand.

shit, blade thinks, because that’s very fuckable of him, and he was really content with getting soft because of emotional shrapnel from earlier.] Stop making that face.

[He will not stop making that face. In fact he just makes it worse by holding Dan Heng's tail all cutely and giving Blade the most sweetly submissive fuck-me eyes he can pull off. Like sad ~~puppy~~ kitten eyes but really super horny.

He's done being miserable and he was going to just be cute, but he likes being bullied too much.]

The schematics shouldn't know where my books are-!

[wait what face?

turns to catch jing yuan's expression and oh]

[he was going to say silver wolf gave me physical photos of the room you slept in while you were in it and i kept them for Reasons but jing yuan had decided to choose violence today.]

What the fuck is this. [holding jing yuan’s face roughly by the chin. aeon’s sake, why does blade like this.] You just fucked Dan Heng and you already…

Mm. I did, and it was incredible. But...

[He likes being grabbed that roughly too, unfortunately. He's dealing with it by trying to nip at Blade's fingertips. He's scraping his own nails lightly over Dan Heng's scales.]

I love your rough hands. You're more violent than Yingxing, but I am sturdier than I was, and I have more ugly thoughts I'd like silenced.

[And with a smug smirk, knowing he's already won:]

I suppose you were right to call me a slut.

[strangled. horny. sound.

untangling himself from them just enough to grab blade by the hair and push him at jing yuan. now kiss.]

[what is with jing yuan and just saying things? is that a talent? blade remembered the faint trappings of the general jing yuan would eventually be back then but never had he been so- so-

he pitches forward, caught off-guard by the traitorous bastard dan heng, but he muffles the surprised grunt into jing yuan’s mouth anyway.

predictably, it doesn’t take long before blade turns the kiss biting, hand wrapped like a vice around one of jing yuan’s wrists.

he gets hard in record time, too- the familiar haze of arousal settling over him again, because for some reason he didn’t come earlier.]

[Jing Yuan was always a wily little shit. Always good with words, in his way, but... Back then he'd been young and inexperienced. Now he's been Arbiter-General for 720 years, a position that usually results in death in under 100. He doesn't like unnecessary combat, so he's become a political monster to survive.

And now he's turned that sharpened edge on his beloveds. RIP them.

He can't see Dan Heng coming, so he also makes a startled noise into the kiss at first. Once Blade turns on the "charm", though, he's instantly receptive to it. He bites back lightly, provoking, and reaches down to ever-so-lightly brush his free hand's knuckles against Blade's cock. He himself is also getting hard already but is that a surprise at this point? His body isn't as equipped to Just Keep Going but it's doing its best.]

[dan heng eases back a little, getting a better angle to watch them hungrily, though he's not unwinding his fingers from blade's hair.

his other hand comes up to curl into jing yuan's, too.]

Ah-

[he’s apparently graduated from grunts to actual vowels, this time, but only because he’s been on edge for aeons knows how long- a banked fire that jing yuan, with his stupid provocative ass, was foolish enough to stoke back to life.

perhaps jing yuan would be surprised to know just how far his mean streak went; blade was a fan, after all, of all avenues that he could cut deep.]

You like spreading your legs that much? [he says, voice gone low, pupils blown, tilting his head briefly into dan heng’s touch, before using his full strength to try and wrench jing yuan’s arm behind his back.]

[He suspects how far it's going to go, at least. It's still alarming on an instinctive level though, so he still goes wide-eyed and yelps when Blade yanks his arm like that.

And yet. If his hand on Blade's cock is the one left alone, or if he gets even half a second of warning before it's grabbed, he's pressing the button to turn the vibration on that cock ring on. Provocation.]

I... do...

[That's not even true. He's barely done so in all this time. But for them he'd do it as much as they wanted.]

[ohhhh fuck. hot.

his breath catches, and he pulls back entirely so as not to get in the way, but he's staying near, absolutely transfixed.]

[dan heng you little fucker this is your fault.

blade - makes a guttural, devastated sound, as jing yuan manages to turn the cock ring on, and while he does have jing yuan’s other hand restrained, blade has to press his forehead against the crook of the other man’s neck in a bid to control himself.

certainly he could turn it off. but he doesn’t - knows jing yuan would notice- snarling wordlessly instead, as he tries to pin jing yuan to the ground, face-down, hand behind his back, right in front of dan heng.]

[Jing Yuan doesn't resist being manhandled or pinned, though he also doesn't resist the need to be noisy about it. Being yanked around hurts, hitting the ground face first hurts -- but it's the kind of hurt that also feels good, so his little yips and squeaks with each movement are both pained and incredibly lewd. Not holding back is also a weapon, though he knows he's going to have a hard time not hiding it once they really get going. It's just instinct to, and he's never actually been treated as roughly as he knows Blade's going to treat him. As roughly as Jing Yuan wants to be treated by him.

Once he's down, he looks up from that vulnerable position to meet Dan Heng's eyes, his face bright pink and his mop of hair hap-hazardly scattered over his face and shoulders. Blade can't see it, so for Dan Heng's eyes only, as both a tease and a reassurance, he sticks his tongue out and winks. I win.]

[the sounds they're making-

he does have a bubble of doubt start to rise, with how noisy jing yuan is being, but the wink settles him, and he manages to blush somehow deeper. teasing effective.

he can only hold his gaze for so long before biting his lip and turning away, looking for the abandoned lube.]

[blade's very good at manhandling people; he's put hands on dan heng so much it came even more naturally than breathing. there's something different about this violence, though, because jing yuan trusted him enough to know it would not slip into the true cruelty that was once the only way blade communicated with dan heng.

stupid of jing yuan really. blade holds that hand fast, pressed into the small of jing yuan's back, and the other hand fists hard at the roots of his hair at the nape of his neck. he then pulls, forcing jing yuan's back to bow into a dramatic arc as blade drags him to his knees, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder. a knee forces its way between his thighs, spreading them.

it has the flavor of a show, too, for dan heng. because fuck if blade doesn't want to do this to him too, eventually. the line between wanting to kill him and wanting to fuck him had been nonexistent for literal centuries.]

[Jing Yuan will continue to trust Blade, because that's the only way this tentative happiness between the three of them can survive. So far he hasn't been wrong -- even like this, he's not wrong.

His scalp stings, his back aches, but it's a safe and pleasurable level of pain, and he reacts to it accordingly. His breath comes sharp and shaky and his flush spreads down over his shoulders, as his body bonelessly accepts the position Blade's forcing it into. That pliant cooperation is a statement in itself. They all know that if Jing Yuan wanted to struggle, Blade would have a hard time holding him down.

But he doesn't want to, so instead he's like warm clay in Blade's hands, easily molded and soft to the touch. The bite makes him wince, and at the same time it draws a helpless moan from him, and his hips squirm to press him back against that invading thigh. And all the while he watches Dan Heng.]

That's... good...

[dan heng pauses and- shivers, visibly, glancing (what he thought would be momentarily) back at the pair of them as he hunts for the lube.

but he shakes himself out of it, and finds his prize. there may be an achingly present edge of violence to this, to it being the show they're putting on, but he does want jing yuan kept largely in one piece.]

Blade.

[shifting closer again, offering the little bottle.]

Shut up. Good fucktoys don't talk.

[he pauses, though, burying his face in jing yuan's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of him. blade wants all of him so fucking badly.

blade lets go of his hair in favor of circling a large, calloused hand around his neck - just enough pressure to be felt, pressure on blood vessels instead of his airway, pinning him against blade's chest.]

You should open him up, Dan Heng.

[For the sake of the game, he shuts up when told, nodding slightly and whimpering at the feeling of Blade's hand on his throat. Blade can appreciate this rare chance to have Jing Yuan actually listen and stop running his mouth, because he's going to start again the instant they're done playing.

He's not making it easy for his lovers to pace themselves though. He's held tight against Blade and he keeps wriggling -- not on purpose, though. He just wants it so bad it's electrifying his whole body. It's really only a matter of time until he's too wound up to scheme.]

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