headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

[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.]

[Rude!!

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- mm-!!

[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.]

Edited 2023-10-28 20:54 (UTC)

[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.]

[the taste of blood and blade's tongue in his mouth is dizzying in its own way. he bites back in delayed retribution, unhidden fangs wickedly sharp, but he's still pressing into it needily.

the choking is one thing. he's really quite preoccupied by the raw pleasure of it and the kiss. but the shout around his cocks stuffing jing yuan's throat, well-- that shakes his brain loose from hyperfixating on blade, a little, and he's pulling away with a gasp, willing himself to stop thrusting. pulling out may take another moment or so.]

Jing Yuan-

[blade curls over him like he’s the one who just had a spectacular orgasm, pain shooting decadent through the haze of arousal. he has to bury and hide his face in jing yuan’s hair, because the amount of sensation he’s trapped in is quickly approaching the approximate levels of intensity he usually has when the mara starts roiling under his skin.

he can do this. he’s fine. he’s panting open mouthed into jing yuan’s skin, looking up at dan heng, not knowing what to do with himself or the sheer amount of desperate want banked under his ribcage.]

[Jing Yuan is exhausted in the aftermath, twitching and shaking and with trails of overwhelmed tears down his face. That was... indescribably good.

He'd like Dan Heng to feel that good too, though, so he squeezes his hip lightly, encouraging him to keep going if he wants to. Or it can wait for the revenge Jing Yuan is definitely going to get on Blade.

But first he's rather tempted to fall asleep right here and now. He's resisting the urge but phew. He is fried.]

[dan heng lets out a strained, reedy little whine, and pets jing yuan's hair as he pulls out entirely. that encouragement has certainly been noted, but blade is starting to act like a wounded animal, and dan heng can't get his wits about him enough to manage the situation if jing yuan sucks them out through his cocks.

he's visibly dazed, lips reddened with the force of the kiss and the smear of their mixed blood, but he locks eyes with blade and slips his hands down jing yuan's back, leaning in more and more intimately until his fingertips are brushing along jing yuan's stretched rim, where blade is buried deep inside him. and crucially-- where he can fumble to turn off the vibrator.]

[turning it off helps, a little bit, but not as much as he’d thought, wound up as he is. blade nips blindly at jing yuan- that might be his shoulder, or his ear, he can’t tell at this point- pulls out, and basically slumps his entire body weight on the other man. fuck your knees or whatever, jing yuan.]

[He hadn't quite realised how close to falling into that golden abyss Blade is right now. He still doesn't when Dan Heng's hand slides down his back, or when Blade pulls out and flops on him.

He only realises when he grumbles about being squashed and rolls over. Doing that is a bit difficult when Blade's so solid and Jing Yuan is so sore (and his legs hurt now you butt), but it's plenty doable if he actually tries.

He puts his hands on Blade's face, ready to sass him, but stops.]

...Are you alright?

[dan heng's tail swishes as he waits for a response. thanks for using your words, jing yuan.]

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