headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

[dan heng takes that moment of relative cooperation to fuck himself in the rest of the way, til the lips of his vent are practically kissing blade's rim. he folds down atop him with a quaking moan.]

[rip to jing yuan's nice floors. rip to jing yuan actually how are you going to explain this to qingzu.

there's a cracking sound - and jing yuan's weapon falls over. more splintering wood on impact, and blade jerks his now-free, violently trembling hands in dan heng's direction - but they fall back, above his head, and he makes a pained noise, like it took - takes - some great effort not to actually lay hands on the man currently fucking him.]

[dan heng freezes with the splintering crash, gaze flicking up and catching sight of blade holding himself back. for a few moments he stays like that. not moving, not breathing, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

then he's springing into action with a near-sob of a gasp, fucking him with an uneven, desperate pace. his hands fly to blade's waist and he pulls on every thrust, as if to bury himself somehow even deeper into his too-tight body.]

[blade has not had control of anything in his life for the longest fucking time. but today, in a span of mere hours, he's made more executive decisions than he'd had in centuries. following dan heng. seeing jing yuan. choosing the both of them. hurting both of them in turn.

this one is easier than most. he cracks another tooth, nails digging bloody through his own palms, as he fights the crimson tide of mara, so his beloved can take his pleasure in the body he'd consigned to hell.

it hurts, but dan heng is quite literally fucking the breath out of him with every stroke, pressing brutally against the spot that makes his vision white out. he still can't come, and he just stays like that, suspended and strung out and -]

[--and the loud noise startles Jing Yuan awake. He rolls onto his back with a grumble, sits up...]

...I see things are progressing well.

[sure, things are going well. for certain definitions. the sharp crack of another tooth startles him, and he smells more blood more than he sees it, and his face is wet with tears again. but he's pounding into blade faster, harder, too worked up to control his strength right now as he chases his pleasure like it, too, is prey. they can't afford for him to slow down or think himself back from the edge now he's found it, so in the vicelike clench of his eternal pursuer dan heng thrusts and thrusts a jackrabbit pace until he's coming with a very real sob, not yet acknowledging jing yuan.]

[there's a brief moment of silence. or maybe it's like hours long, blade can't tell. he has no idea what happened, but he is suddenly quite aware of two things:

a) he is really fucking hard. all of his blood is down there and there's something or someone in him and they've stuffed him like an eclair and he likes that a lot.
b) he is aware that he is aware of this when the last thing he remembers clearly is fucking the living daylights out of jing yuan.

he props himself up on an elbow. removes a gag (?) he doesn't remember going on. he sees the top of dan heng's head and realizes dan heng is the one spilling into him and what else can he do really but lie back down and stare at the ceiling.]

What. [he sounds wrecked. he feels wrecked. he can feel several teeth start to put themselves together. he is feeling a lot of things all at once.] The fuck?

...Oh. It really works.

[He wasn't actually sure it would, given he'd never seen it in action. But Blade has lost that feral energy after all.

It's time, he thinks, to scoot back over to them and drape himself over Dan Heng's shoulders like a comfy, reassuring blanket.]

Good morning, Blade. You should thank Dan Heng, just so you know. He's been very brave while you were gone.

[wow dan heng's face is super wet where he's actively burying it in blade's tits. he makes a soft, pathetic noise into them as jing yuan grants him that comforting weight, and his feral pace slows as he settles into a bruising grind, orgasm starting to peter out.]

Nnngh?

[see now this incoherence is because dan heng hits his prostate again and with jing yuan's weight and dan heng's weight and him basically wrapped around blade and his brain short-circuits even though it just came out of a mara haze and how did that happen and.]

What. Exactly... worked? [he clenches around dan heng, and paws vaguely at jing yuan, where is his comfort, you ass?]

To be painfully blunt...

[How can Jing Yuan's heart endure explaining this twice?? It makes him blush, still. What a situation for them to have found themselves in...

Fortunately, Jing Yuan thinks both of his strange partners are very cute. When Blade paws at him, he obliges with headpats.]

The High Elder's ejaculate contains a medicine that can slow or suppress mara a little. Dan Feng told me this in confidence, so when your mara showed itself, I suggested we try it. And here you are, your usual self, as soon as Dan Heng has given it to you.

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