headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.

[the clenching undoes him. the talking about it undoes him more. his cocks twitch valiantly inside blade, not softening in the slightest. as difficult as it was to get hard in the first place, like this, the emotional boost of it having worked is real.

and--

fuck, is the ring still on? dan heng reaches between them to shakily pull the cock ring from blade's tormented dick. enjoy.]

[blade doesn’t have time to be confused or hurt (??) that dan feng never told him (??) (or maybe he forgot like so many other things (??)) before that unrelenting pressure is gone and all of his higher brain functions white out as he comes immediately, almost violently.

someone makes a pornographic, filthy whimpering sound. that someone is him, apparently, and blade definitely never sounded like that when he got maimed. he covers his face with both hands.]

Fuck. [muffled. he actually whines, the entirety of his face and ears down to his chest a mottled red. some kind of warning would be nice????]

[Aeons, it's unfair how hot that was. Who gave Blade license to look and sound so beautiful anyway? And now he's covered his face...

Jing Yuan considers not being petty for half a second. Then he dismisses the idea and shifts his weight so he can grab those hands and pull them away.]

I believe the rule is "no hiding".

[dan heng is very grateful in this moment that he's allowed to hide. the way blade shakes around and under him, that fucking sound-- he can't help gasping wetly and jerking into thrusts again, abruptly.]

Fuck you.

[he snaps at jing yuan, but he twists his wrists in the other man’s grip so he can - grab at jing yuan’s hands. this isn’t fucking handholding it’s just. you know. handling the enemy.]

Didn’t you just. [blade is now really aware of the way he has two dicks up his ass.] You. [he is so ??????] Jing Yuan did you just say His Highness fucked me back to sanity?

[Okay, sir. Jing Yuan complies with definitely not holding hands, even as he stops flopping on Dan Heng to slip over and sit by Blade's head. It's nice to watch them both from this angle.]

That's right. A rather pleasant prescription, isn't it?

[if he just rails blade and doesn't show his face at all he doesn't have to acknowledge this conversation, right? right.]

[you are not escaping this conversation you little gremlin. blade grips the base of a horn firmly and yanks dan heng’s face out of his cleavage. the other hand smears blood across jing yuan’s pale fingers and holds him there. he is feeling a little floaty and he is not sure if this is because of dan heng’s spirited attempt at rearranging his guts with his dicks.]

Is it just for mara or are there any otherngh effects?

Mmm... It's a mild stimulant with an equally mild risk of dependence. It's not much more intense than caffeine.

[He shifts again, trying to sit where he can make Blade use his very comfy lap as a pillow.]

And Dan Heng didn't know about it until I told him. Show him your appreciation, won't you?

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