headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.

[blade grunts, perfunctorily annoyed, but what else can he do really except follow dan heng’s orders?

he puts jing yuan down on his hands and knees. thinks better of it, after a moment, curls over him, pressing his front to the other man’s back in one long line of warm heat, to press a lingering kiss to the knob of jing yuan’s nape.

now that was grossly sentimental so blade just clamps his hand on the back of jing yuan’s neck to hold him down, and because he’s an asshole, he sheathes himself into jing yuan to the hilt almost immediately.]

[Jing Yuan lets Blade pose him however he likes -- he's being good, but also he's rattled from Dan Heng's fingers and Blade's hands all over him, and it feels much easier to just coast for now. He doesn't want to think or make choices.

It's nice having lovers who don't question that desire. It's good to have people he feels safe giving himself to this way. It's amazing, simply not to be alone.

He's deeply enjoying stepping out of his own mind, as he deeply enjoys being held down. Blade's kiss to his nape makes him shiver, but it's the press of his body and the hand on the back of his neck that are driving him wild at the moment.

Unfortunately for his good behaviour, his hands are free. So when Blade pushes into him all at once like that, and he feels himself crying out with the pain of that burning stretch and the pleasure of being filled, he automatically puts both of them over his mouth. He squeezes his eyes shut as well, bracing against the way they sting and water. It's awful but it's so good he could simply perish. His whole body is shaking and he's in bliss.]

[look at them. fuck. so beautiful, and his.

but jing yuan is hiding again. so dan heng leans in, catches a wrist in each hand and tugs them above his head.]

No hiding, A-Yuan.

[his voice is like 70% purr]

[it’s not even directed at him, and blade shivers at dan heng’s tone. he rocks tentatively into jing yuan- he’s searing hot, tight and plush and blade’s hand that isn’t on his neck crawls down his abs to scratch angry red lines into heated skin.]

You’re so fucking tight. [he sounds a little dazed, but it isn’t for long, before he starts fucking into jing yuan, and when he gets going, it’s so violently rough that it’s almost feral.]

[Dan Heng's voice is a horrible attack, to be quite frank. It makes Jing Yuan feel all the warmer, and makes him shudder around Blade -- which of course, happens again when Blade himself talks like that and dig his nails into his skin.

Dan Heng can keep his hands. It feels nice, and when Blade sets his vicious pace, it's necessary. Jing Yuan expected the violence and asked for it, but it's the first time he's experienced it. It's bordering on too much, and brings involuntary tears to his eyes -- his body can only stay in place because Blade's holding it there, and the only thought left in his head is Oh, fuck.

Needless to say, this results in a very noisy general. It's more yelp than moan, overwhelmed and pushed to his limit, but there's no doubt he's enjoying it. His cock leaves a wet spot on the floor and his face is all mindless, desperate pleasure. He tries to twist the hold on his wrists into a proper handhold -- for an anchoring presence, for comfort, and just for affection. He wants to lace his fingers with Dan Heng's and cling tight, as if he can share this exquisite intensity that way.]

[dan heng acquiesces easily enough, shifting his own grip to interlace their fingers cutely.]

Beautiful. Good boy.

[he's fully hard now, both cocks jutting out proud and wet, but he feels so empty. fucked open relentlessly and now with nothing filling him. still... his hands are busy, and he won't deny jing yuan that reassurance or connection. it's just pragmatism, winding his tail over his own hip so he can grind his vent and cocks against the smoother scales of the underside.]

Edited 2023-10-27 22:36 (UTC)

[the problem here is that.

the problem here is that.

blade has stamina and healing factor in spades and he can definitely outlast either one of them, but no matter how much blade ruts into jing yuan, he can't come. this has the effect of jing yuan being fucked absolutely relentlessly unless some kind of intervention happens (sorry not sorry), and blade is of the opinion that whatever the hell jing yuan sowed, he's going to fucking reap, fuck you.]

Dan Heng. You should fuck his mouth. [can jing yuan come untouched, blade wonders, and decides to give him no choice.]

[Jing Yuan might be in over his head. Just a lil bit. He's facing some consequences here, but let's be honest: he's absolutely going to do this again.

It burns, and it's too much, and it's incredible. He can't think at all, so he's not really processing the conversation here. He's just being loud and squirming as well as he can in this position, his body warm and accepting of Blade's ruthlessness -- and very much willing to accept Dan Heng as well.]

[fuck.

that is... very appealing. the end of his tail swishes as he considers this, visibly grinding down harder for a moment or two.

then he's shuffling closer on his knees, still holding jing yuan's hands, just... getting in reach.]

A-Yuan?

[hesitant, this time. not sure if jing yuan can take that too.]

[oh dan heng, you and your niceties. blade has exactly zero of that, with the way his hand crawls to tilt jing yuan’s head upwards, like a deranged sunflower looking for the sun.]

He can take it, can’t you? Whore. Come on. Use his throat.

[there is a pause, though, as blade just cradles his face, warm hand against his pulse. if jing yuan doesn’t show true distress, he’ll dig his thumb and fingers into jing yuan’s jaw, firmly, forcing his mouth open.]

[Whether he can take it is not the question here, chiefly because he doesn't have the capacity to consider that properly at the moment. The question is his willingness to try.

He focuses a little bit at the sound of his name and the feeling of Blade's very rude hand on his jaw. It's not enough to think of fancy words, but it's enough to understand what they're proposing and to nod slightly, as much as he can when being held like that. Blade doesn't have to force it. He opens up obligingly, looking up at Dan Heng. There's not much going on upstairs right now but there's an abundance of desire in his eyes regardless.]

[ah, that expression, that willingness, those eyes. blade's voice. dan heng's lengths twitch visibly, with his arousal and he bites his lip. strokes jing yuan's skin with a thumb, then relinquishes one hand so he can take his own cocks in hand, pressing them together in that way the ridges between almost seem to encourage, and lining the tips up with jing yuan's lips.]

[there’s more of that rudeness where it came from jing yuan: specifically, the moment jing yuan opens his mouth to take dan heng in, blade is going to thrust hard, jerking him forward.]

[Well that's one way to do it. If he didn't already have his mouth open he would've opened it just to squawk at the force of that thrust. As it is, Dan Heng can witness a split second of wide eyes and loud noise, before the rest is muffled by his cocks in Jing Yuan's mouth.

He manages not to bite, but he can't help coughing a little.]

[so the thing is. the thing is that dan heng was going for it! he was gonna put his cocks in that mouth! but. that's unexpectedly fast, and the coughing feels amazing, unfortunately, that hot wet mouth spasming around his cocks, and he literally cannot help the punched out little moan that escapes him as he drives forward, deeper.]

[blade laughs breathlessly, because he's an ass.]

If I remember correctly. He doesn't have a gag reflex.

[shrugs.] Maybe he does. [here the pause is just a little evil, and blade smirks at dan heng.] I don't give a shit.

[and the only warning jing yuan gets before blade starts fucking him into incoherence again - shifting close that jing yuan is literally impaled on both sides - is a swat to his ass.]

[It's true. He doesn't have much gag reflex and it's easy to get those dicks into his throat. But he's not going to be giving very skillful head while Blade is rattling his skull.

At least his moment of tension and high-pitched, startled sound at that ass slap probably feels nice. After that though he's just helplessly stuck between them, writhing and crying a little from overstimulation. He puts his free hand on Dan Heng's hip for stability, and then attempts to steal the other one back so he can touch his own cock.]

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