[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.]
[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 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.]
[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.]
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.]
[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.]
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.]
[it does not exactly have to be skillful. this is the first head dan heng has gotten, really. and the whole situation is so blazingly hot it's doing work regardless
jing yuan gets his hand back without much trouble, because dan heng is burying his hands in that fluffy mane, upper body curving forward as if to fold himself in half over jing yuan-- except, well, there's not really a lot of room there. blade kind of has that space occupied. do try not to get bonked by the horns of a basically incoherent vidyadhara, buddy.]
[he may get his hand back. but blade immediately wrenches it away, easily taking jing yuan's weight with an arm around his waist.]
Either you come on my cock or not at all.
[blade somehow still has the muscle memory of avoiding the horns of flailing high elders, and has the presence of mind to lean in - bite at dan heng's mouth, pant into his lips, really, because the sounds jing yuan is making are so, so distracting.]
Jing Yuan whines, plaintive and desperate, when Blade captures the offending hand. He'd complain with words too, but it's kinda hard to talk with two dragon dicks in one's throat. He has to settle for pathetic whimpering and wriggling in Blade's grasp, frustrated by need but enjoying it too much to stop.]
[when did blade take control of the situation? when did his mouth get so filthy? but what level of thought he was managing evaporates with the kiss, and he surges into it with a near-feral moan, hips jerking faster, harder, deeper into the delicious clench of jing yuan's throat. sorry.]
[blade, unfortunately, is very well versed in the art of mind over matter, considering what kind of thing he was. besides, this was a very pleasurable departure from his usual circumstances of horrible mara crawling through his veins, so by the aeons he’s going to enjoy it.
he draws blood when he licks into dan heng’s mouth. looks contemplative the same way he did before suggesting stuffing dan heng airtight earlier. more importantly, he actually starts paying attention to the angle he’s thrusting into jing yuan, looking for the spot that’s going to make him scream.]
[It's already A Lot, like this. Dan Heng fucking his throat so thoroughly is making it hard to breathe, and he's getting dizzy again. There's so much, in fact, that he's starting to float off out of reality a bit.
That floating, however, means he's not remotely prepared for when Blade finds that spot. His body jerks, and the reflex to gasp makes him choke on Dan Heng's dicks. If he could scream he would, but he can't like this so instead Blade can just enjoy the sound of him coughing, his attempts at yelling thoroughly muffled.
He would really like to complain that this is too much and Blade is an asshole. Alas he doesn't want to leave Dan Heng unsatisfied, so he settles for grabbing the arm around his waist and pinching.
It's a relatively light pinch, to start. But it only takes a little bit of being fucked at that angle to push him over the edge -- his entire body clenches and he wails around Dan Heng's cocks, but he also digs his nails into Blade's arm hard enough to draw blood.]
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[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.
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Blade. Give him what he wants.
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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.]
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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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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He manages not to bite, but he can't help coughing a little.]
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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.]
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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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jing yuan gets his hand back without much trouble, because dan heng is burying his hands in that fluffy mane, upper body curving forward as if to fold himself in half over jing yuan-- except, well, there's not really a lot of room there. blade kind of has that space occupied. do try not to get bonked by the horns of a basically incoherent vidyadhara, buddy.]
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Either you come on my cock or not at all.
[blade somehow still has the muscle memory of avoiding the horns of flailing high elders, and has the presence of mind to lean in - bite at dan heng's mouth, pant into his lips, really, because the sounds jing yuan is making are so, so distracting.]
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Jing Yuan whines, plaintive and desperate, when Blade captures the offending hand. He'd complain with words too, but it's kinda hard to talk with two dragon dicks in one's throat. He has to settle for pathetic whimpering and wriggling in Blade's grasp, frustrated by need but enjoying it too much to stop.]
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[when did blade take control of the situation? when did his mouth get so filthy? but what level of thought he was managing evaporates with the kiss, and he surges into it with a near-feral moan, hips jerking faster, harder, deeper into the delicious clench of jing yuan's throat. sorry.]
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he draws blood when he licks into dan heng’s mouth. looks contemplative the same way he did before suggesting stuffing dan heng airtight earlier. more importantly, he actually starts paying attention to the angle he’s thrusting into jing yuan, looking for the spot that’s going to make him scream.]
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That floating, however, means he's not remotely prepared for when Blade finds that spot. His body jerks, and the reflex to gasp makes him choke on Dan Heng's dicks. If he could scream he would, but he can't like this so instead Blade can just enjoy the sound of him coughing, his attempts at yelling thoroughly muffled.
He would really like to complain that this is too much and Blade is an asshole. Alas he doesn't want to leave Dan Heng unsatisfied, so he settles for grabbing the arm around his waist and pinching.
It's a relatively light pinch, to start. But it only takes a little bit of being fucked at that angle to push him over the edge -- his entire body clenches and he wails around Dan Heng's cocks, but he also digs his nails into Blade's arm hard enough to draw blood.]
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