[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.]
[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...]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[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.
[blade goes easily - he’s still plenty uncoordinated, gaze fogged over, but the mara has subsided - subsumed into something that was less violence and more you are going to have to put this guy’s brain cells back together in the right order.
he is also unabashedly staring at dan heng’s chest, squirming so that he’s bracketing dan heng with his thighs.]
[the cuffs snap rigid against the glaive again. it gives a little bit. he doesn’t understand why he’s bound like this, why can’t he touch?
he can’t look away. imbibitor lunae is watching him like a predator and blade thinks, hysterically, maybe for once he’d be devoured whole and he can just live inside and under imbibitor lunae’s skin and they will never be parted again and he whines, bucking upwards like a wounded animal.]
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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.]
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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.
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snaps.
climbing back onto blade, straddling his chest this time, and grabbing his face with both hands.]
Stop.
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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.]
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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...]
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[curling over blade, knocking their foreheads together none too gently.
yeah maybe rest, jing yuan.]
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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.]
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Stop that. I'm going to sleep.
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[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.
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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.]
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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.]
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and he's on top.
so.
bonk.]
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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.]
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2/4 i cannae count
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[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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he is also unabashedly staring at dan heng’s chest, squirming so that he’s bracketing dan heng with his thighs.]
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and sits back. looking down at blade. in part searchingly, in part... it's not like it's bad, feeling those powerful thighs around him.]
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he tests the glaive, cuffs snapping tight, but it holds. he tries to knee dan heng in the shoulder and just ends up grinding against him.]
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jing yuan said the mouth would be better, but... that this would still work.
bites again. harder. enough to draw blood. and growls.]
I'm going to fuck you.
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one can nearly physically see whatever small bit of coherence blade has managed to scrounge up malfunction and stutter to a halt.
his pupils dilate in real time, and he just. stares. he’s staring at dan heng’s mouth like he’s seen an aeon.
and then his legs fall open, like an offering.]
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he licks the mark he's left, nibbles his way further down that inner thigh, gaze locked with blade's face.]
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he can’t look away. imbibitor lunae is watching him like a predator and blade thinks, hysterically, maybe for once he’d be devoured whole and he can just live inside and under imbibitor lunae’s skin and they will never be parted again and he whines, bucking upwards like a wounded animal.]
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