headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

[this is so fucking hot he feels like he's going to DIE. seeing blade being rough but keeping his head about him, seeing jing yuan behave, even if he's been pulling his usual strings... it's devastating. he's hardening again, himself, hardly subtle when his vent is so slick and wet and open that his thickening cocks are already half-out again.]

All right.

[he positions himself between jing yuan's spread thighs, slicks his fingers and glances down as he traces them down past the base of his cock and balls to his entrance. then, slipping one finger in without further preamble, he fixes his gaze on jing yuan's expression.]

[wow, dan heng actually following what he's saying. will wonders never cease. will jing yuan not fucking stop squirming, because he keeps on pressing back against blade and his cock and that infernal toy and the pressure is not enough and he is going to actually lose it and fuck jing yuan through the floorboards if dan heng doesn't hurry up.

blade lets go of that hand behind jing yuan's back, only to pinch cruelly at his nipples, blunted nails digging into his pecs. the hand on his throat tightens briefly. he nips at jing yuan's ear, licking into the whorl of it.]

Be good, A-Yuan.

[How the fuck do you expect him to stop squirming with all that going on? He can't even decide which way to squirm in, between their hands and Blade's mouth and the hard cock pressed up behind him.

And Blade calling him that again is not helping. It's not upsetting now that they've talked, so instead it's just extremely hot and makes his body twitch hard, his desperate moaning all the louder.

Hes got both hands free now but he also doesn't know what to do with those. For now the solution is to pet Dan Heng with one, and cover his mouth with the other. But then he remembers being ordered not to hide, so he moves it to cover one of Blade's.]

[dan heng nuzzles into the pets, then leans in to mouth wetly at the half of jing yuan's chest that blade isn't already manhandling. given the circumstances, he's not taking it all that gently with the finger-fucking, swiftly adding a second finger, then a third.]

[all right we're not saying blade is so touch-starved that a little bit of indirect hand holding makes his cock jump, but it does. he flips their hands over, so blade's the one covering jing yuan's, and grips it so tight the bones in his hand might grind together if he were a lesser man.]

Louder. [blade kisses his jaw, bites at it. he's rutting into the cleft of jing yuan's ass and is probably making dan heng's job harder but well, fuck you, dan heng.] Let everyone hear how much of a needy set of warm holes you are.

[His hand may be too strong to be crushed, but it still spasms a bit from the force of that grip. Meanwhile he's officially gone hazy upstairs, with Dan Heng escalating so quickly like that. His hips jerk and he gasps, dizzy from the choking, having a hard time just focusing on Blade's voice.]

I-I... It's--

[Words start to come out before he can stop them, but he loses the train of thought as quickly as he found it and whatever he was going to say is interrupted by a sound so incredibly wanton it's frankly obscene. The public uproar it would cause if they got caught like this would be wild.]

[blade's lack of restraint jostles dan heng's fingers in their lover's ass, making his motions jarring at times. he growls, an irritated rumble, and sweeps his tail around them both to deliver a stinging swat to blade's ass in retribution, though he does spread his fingers wide and drag them out slowly. making sure jing yuan doesn't take lasting damage is one thing, but they're playing rough, after all.]

It's...?

[blade was preoccupied with thinking of what to say just so he could make jing yuan make that sound again when he feels the sting of dan heng’s tail and his thoughts descend very quickly into oh fuck and hhdnshsjkah????

he only barely muffles the moan into jing yuan’s shoulder, but he can’t hide the jerk, or the way his entire face flushes.]

Answer him.

I... forget.

[What he was going to say, that is. They've successfully scrambled his brains. There are no brain cells left in the room.

He can hear that smack, and feel Blade react to it, and it gives Jing Yuan a jolt by association. He'll think of evil plans about that later. Right now he's just shivering and panting as he tries to get his head together enough to follow that order.]

It's... so much... and not enough.

[oh, that was an unexpectedly good reaction. he's filing THAT away... with the memories that say it wasn't unexpected at all, but look. he's not crossreferencing his reality midfuck.]

Blade. Give him what he wants.

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