headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

[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.]

[tests that the glaive will hold at least a little bit, if blade starts up again...

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.]

[okay so usually. it’s blade who’s looking his fill of dan heng (from near or far, he’s stalked dan heng plenty), but this is just-

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.]

[grabbing his knee and dragging it up over his own shoulder, dipping in to bite sharply at his inner thigh.

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.

[what.

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.]

[dan heng's breath catches audibly, and his eyes flash brighter. fuck. fuck, that got through to him.

he licks the mark he's left, nibbles his way further down that inner thigh, gaze locked with blade's face.]

[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.]

[if he's going to be like this, going to go this far... he may as well coat his fingers in too-thick water and press one into him, testing. he knows blade can take whatever he dishes out, obviously, but... he's not thinking about it. nuzzling at blade's straining cock instead, watching him.]

Good?

[what do you think? is what he would normally say if he was coherent.

now he is just not comprehending anything dan heng is saying except that he needs more of literally any kind of penetration and why is he being denied? he's been good? he's been good for sevenhundredyears and dan heng is going to get dickslapped if he doesn't give blade something more right now.]

[gets a dick to the face at speed

pauses

shoves two more fingers in and also bites that dick. (not very hard this time.)]

[predictably, blade moans at the bite more at the penetration, back arching off the ground. pleasure he can understand. he's been hard for ages at this point, and it's liquefying his brain cells, as now he can't tell the difference between the sensation of mara and the sensation of being strung up on the edge.

those might be begging sounds. or murder sounds, hard to tell.]

[uh oh. blade will gladly get his dick bitten off at this rate and dan heng is too sane for that (at this time).

his free hand grabs blade by the hip, trying to pin him down as he starts fucking him with those slippery fingers.]

[he’s going to get nice little punched-out sounds with every thrust, and blade yanks violently at his cuffs- if dan heng doesn’t hurry up he will be in for a Time.]

[yeah. okay. if nothing else, blade is definitely slick enough inside it won't hurt dan heng, which is about as much as they can ask for in all honesty.

he withdraws his fingers and crawls his way back up blade's body. he grips one of his (hard. damn. it was that easy?) cocks, then thinks better and presses them both together, lining himself up with blade's ass and leaning in, curving over him to--

hm. well. kiss his chest? he can't even reach his face like this, the height difference is too stark. annoyed, he bites at one of the many scars over his heart and starts to shove himself in.]

[the prep is definitely not enough, but it would come as a surprise to exactly nobody that this is what blade wants.

when dan heng starts pushing in, the moan that crawls out of his throat is indistinguishable from the sound he makes when dan heng stabs him with cloud-piercer. he can't push back like this, with his hands bound, but he sure can kick his foot into dan heng's flank. hurry the fuck up.]

[he cannot stop the hysterical thought of is it that he sounds like he's dying while being fucked, or that he sounds like he's being fucked while he's dying?

but he keeps his hand around his cocks, bullies them in deeper as ruthlessly as he can make himself, the hand on blade's hip moving to swat at his thigh. stop that.]

[with two cocks fucking inside him, it's impossible not to push against his prostate, and the back of blade's head hits the floorboards so hard it's a miracle he hasn't concussed himself. or maybe he has, and it's just hard to tell, considering his brain is mush at this point.

it's all so familiar, the sense-memory trilling up his spine, that he stills with the swat, eyes wide open as he pants sightlessly at the ceiling. he feels like how a live wire tastes. he makes a garbled two-syllable sound, but even he doesn't know which name it is.]

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