headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[Jing Yuan focuses on Dan Heng -- on giving him the most heated kiss possible, keeping him close and warm and skin-to-skin. When they break for air, he nips at his lower lip and runs light fingernails along his spine.

Also he lifts one hand from the hug to shove Blade away by his forehead. Down, dog.]

[he almost kind of sort of starts to relax a little, with the distraction of the kiss, then the headbutt hits and he jerks right back into tension so intense he's trembling.

his lip is already bitten bloody, so that nip is enough to draw more blood. he bites back, a little too hard with how worked up he is in all the wrong ways. pressed this close, jing yuan can feel his lengths have almost entirely retreated back into his vent.]

[jing yuan didn’t quite use enough strength to warrant it, but blade is uncoordinated enough to lose his balance and fall down, on his back, with an angry snarl.

this is all very confusing and his thighs flex underneath them with the urge for bodily harm (on himself or otherwise), but he does eventually subside - there’s still the soft, pained panting, as the mara lances white-hot through him, and he tries to curl on his side, an automatic reaction instead of any real attempt at self-soothing.

at least it’ll be (relatively) peaceful for a while.]

[Relative peace is good enough. They can comfort Blade properly when he's come back to reality. Although of course they'll be giving him attention before that. As soon as possible, even!

Getting there, though, means soothing Dan Heng. Jing Yuan doesn't complain about the harder bite, though he does make a little surprised noise. He's not inclined to give Dan Feng even the slightest negative reaction, because the sooner this succeeds the sooner they can all three stop being miserable.

In pursuit of that, he lets his hand drop down to slide fingers along Dan Heng's vent, ending with rubbing his thumb over those mostly-hidden cock tips. At the same time, he kisses his jaw and mutters softly.]

Don't worry about him. Just focus on me for now.

[whines, rolling his hips forward into the pressure of jing yuan's thumb.]

A-Yuan...

[a slight nod. he's loathe to dislodge jing yuan in any way, clinging to warm, safe touch.

they're working on it, blade.]

[he’s doing a great job of being sentient furniture here, thumbs up emoji! although he is getting less sentient by the minute, considering how his eyes are starting to glaze over as he disassociates.]

[Jing Yuan, of course, does his best to keep aware of what Blade's doing, but it's a secondary concern. If he tries to make a move they'll know. It doesn't feel great to know they're forcing him to fall into the depths of this episode, any more than it feels great to have his blood everywhere, but if this works then they'll have a method to reduce the frequency of this happening in the future. In the meantime, he's glancing at his face over Dan Heng's shoulder. Making eye contact, if Blade will let him. Maybe that'll help a little bit... or make it worse. Who knows.

This is necessary stuff. Necessary like how he's parting the lips of Dan Heng's vent to coax his cocks with gentle fingers. He's not moving fast enough to be alarming, but he's being quite a bit more forward than he's been with Dan Heng thus far.]

[dan heng understands the necessity of it. shifts his hips in encouraging little twitches. he's still so wet and open from being fucked before that the slightest encouragement has his cocks sliding out, not even fully hard before they extend.

what also happens, born of his stubborn focus on jing yuan and trying to find pleasure, is that his tail winds around blade's arm without his input, the tufted tip tickling at the hollow of his throat.]

[he isn’t quite there enough to comprehend jing yuan trying to make eye contact, but tidally locked with their moon as he was, the tail contact makes him thrash violently, blindly trying to buck them both off.]

[Well. This time he wasn't expecting it, so Jing Yuan does in fact fall over. Now he's just on the floor with his leg flopped over Blade's.

He is thinking about his life choices and hoping Dan Heng didn't get too spooked or like. Knicked with his nails or something.

. . .]

...I should've settled on conservation for my retirement.

[dan heng also gets knocked off and kind of bashes a horn against the floor and-

snaps.

climbing back onto blade, straddling his chest this time, and grabbing his face with both hands.]

Stop.

[pros: small and endangered wildlife wouldn’t have the inclination to give jing yuan concussions!

cons: small and endangered wildlife wouldn’t have the inclination to give jing yuan concussions, and that would be boring, and blade would have come and made his nice quiet retirement horrible anyway.

blade stills pretty much immediately in dan heng’s hands, and it’s impossible to tell whose name the garbled sound is.]

[Don't give him concussions you jerk, he needs that brain to live!!!

Right now though his head does indeed hurt -- not that badly, but he's certainly a bit achey. Dan Heng seems to be managing the situation for now though, so Jing Yuan is just going to roll fully onto the floor and lay face down. Maybe he'll nap. He'll still notice if something goes wrong...]

I'm here. I'm right here.

[curling over blade, knocking their foreheads together none too gently.

yeah maybe rest, jing yuan.]

[the plaintive, questioning noise doesn't fit the man it drifts from. the imbibitor lunae never saw it fit to stay during any of his body's flirtations with the absolute fucking hell that was being mara-struck, so why should this time be any different...

his eyes sting with tears. is this real. is this real? he kicks out to the side, trying to catch the cat-smile man it's supposed to, his unlikely tether to reality.]

[The cat-smile man grumbles and very helpfully smacks that foot.]

Stop that. I'm going to sleep.

Just- stay close.

[blade needs him. they both need him.

dan heng shivers. looks at blade. leans in to kiss his tears.]

I'm here. We're both here.

[he's never done that. he's never done that. he's never done that.

he hears jing yuan's rumble off to the side and blade has to conclude this is real. imbibitor lunae smells the same but it's just a little bit to the left. a little less like the ocean and a little bit more like home.

he goes limp, all at once, the fight going out of him, all of that effort going to just- watching dan heng with a wide-eyed gaze that's less fragmented with insanity and more gilt with childish disbelief. blade squirms then, trying to sit up, and pulling violently at the cuffs, dislocating his wrists be damned.]

[Blade & Dan Heng are having an extremely bittersweet but cute moment over there, huh? Jing Yuan is vaguely cognizant of this because he's a weirdo who has a degree of awareness even when he's napping, but he's... he's absolutely napping. A puddle of lion.

If Blade pulls on those cuffs enough, the first thing that's going to happen is most likely Starfall Reverie tipping over and bonking one of these two sad babies in the head.]

[yeah, so... all his focus is on blade.

and he's on top.

so.

bonk.]

[ok yea the old man probably deserves his old man nap.

sorry blade just… he is fast enough to probably bat the glaive away but also he is having a Really Emotional Time and also.

he laughs. it’s garbled and sticky and openmouthed because of the gag but it makes his eyes crinkle all the same, and he yanks on the cuffs just so starfall reverie whaps dan heng again.]

[ow??? OW???? tail lashing with great salt--]

[oh. blade is laughing. blade is laughing and it's not a laugh of malice or insanity, it's just. cute?]

[BONK AGAIN]

Stop that!

[Starfall Reverie is being grabbed and spun just enough to keep blade's hands busy as he leans forward enough to stab it into the floor so blade's hands are pinned above his head.

enjoy cleavage.]

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a dan feng snuck in there huh

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