headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

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?

[he moans helplessly, mouth hanging open and face flushed and wet. he's not actively crying anymore but he is such a mess, especially being tugged around by a horn, pace stuttering inside blade.

but now that he can't hide, he really can't. ignore. that.

with audible hysteria:]

A stimulant?!

[wait...! wait he cant be that near jing yuan's thighs when he's clear-headed because he is going to embarrass himself very quickly. but he can't say that out loud so he suffers in silence.

blade visibly thinks for several seconds. it's hard when he's being impaled.]

...wait. [his face is going through what looks like the five stages of hilariously embarrassed grief, and he clenches violently around dan heng.] We used to... and I would stay at the forges for days, after- [you know what he is biting at one of jing yuan's thighs, he deserves that.]

[Jing Yuan responds to that bite first by flinching, and then by ever-so-gently booping Blade's nose. He knows treating this weirdo with cuteness and kindness is a better way of bullying him than a swat would be.]

You did. And I'd be so wound up during training that Master scolded both me and Dan Feng.

[As for the hysterically embarrassed dragon problem... Jing Yuan just gives him the kittyface smile and headpats him.]

Your face right now is very cute, Dan Heng.

[he doesn't fully remember those things, but the shapes of them fall into place easily enough in his sense of reality, and he feels like he's burning up.

letting him (dan feng, he reminds himself) fuck them back then was such a disruptive thing, but they still- even if yingxing didn't know, jing yuan most certainly did. he can put blade back together, like this. he can- maybe stave off the inevitable for jing yuan, like this?

blade can most certainly feel dan heng's cocks twitch inside him in response.]

... Don't tease.

[this is fucking terrible. this is the worst day ever. he wants jing yuan to touch him all the time like a small distressed puppy and this is so horrifying. he can't stop the groan at dan heng spasming inside him, and he digs his non-horn-handling hand into the meat of jing yuan's hip.

he digs a heel into dan heng's ass. his blood is starting to dry flaky on both of them and the urge to lick it off dan heng and dunk him - all of them, actually - in a bath are both very strong.] Stop being so easy then. [he's not fucking thanking you for that. that thing. not verbally anyway.]

[They DO all need a bath. It's not quite time yet though, alas for Blade. He has to deal with Jing Yuan's thighs shifting beneath his head when that grip makes him squirm, and then deal with the relaxed affection of him pulling that hand away to lace their fingers instead.]

You are an easy target...

[He laughs at Dan Heng with mischievous joy -- he will always tease. That's just who he is.]

How am I- supposed to do that?

[pouting, even as his breath catches and his pace stutters. his tail lashes as he squeezes blade's waist with both hands and starts really putting his back into plowing him into the floor.]

[blade opens his mouth, unable to deal with how warm jing yuan's hand is, and then makes the same stepped-on, squeaky toy sound he'd made earlier.

his other hand goes up, then, reaching blindly for jing yuan, and these- helpless sounds, keep falling from his mouth without his consent. he comes again, dry and overstimulated, how did jing yuan survive this when blade was doing it to him-]

Dan Heng- [he finally begs, wordlessly, eyes rolling back into his head.]

[It's so nice to see Blade lose his composure in a good way. Jing Yuan takes his other hand and squeezes both, watching the two of them with the same old infatuation he's always felt.

Dan Heng is a new person, but he's charming all on his own -- easy to attach to even without the lingering shadow of Dan Feng. And Blade... He said himself Yingxing isn't truly dead, even if he's not really him anymore. It's not so sharp a line as between dragons, so Jing Yuan feels justified in holding onto the menories.

Because of that, and despite a frankly overwhelming fear of being rejected again, he leans down to whisper in Blade's ear so softly even Dan Heng would have a hard time picking it up. These words are for Blade only -- the ones he's saved for Dan Heng will come soon.]

I want you to know... Despite everything, I still love you. And you can't make me stop.

[It's fine if Blade's too far gone to hear it. Even so, letting it out into the air makes it real.]

[dan heng could strain to try to listen in, if he wanted. but jing yuan clearly wants privacy, in whatever he's saying, so it's a simple choice to close his eyes, bite his lip, and listen to the sounds leaking from blade instead. to let his own jackrabbit pace and the way blade comes on his cocks and uses his name push him over the edge again, adding to the fluids he's already fucked into him without even so much as pulling out between.]

[the last time anyone had ever told blade, i love you was that night, when the moon bled crimson, and everything fell apart.

blade looks up at him, upside-down, dazed and openmouthed. his veins feel like they’re on fire in the best way possible, like he could almost feel the warmth spilling into him, like…

he pushes a hand into jing yuan’s hair, unable to put to words the sense of relief that was so strong he felt like he could go mad with it. he meets jing yuan’s gaze, and his lips stretch unfamiliar around the watery but genuine smile, eyes crinkling with the force of it.]

Brat. [he closes his eyes, presses their temples together.

then he fists his hand in jing yuan’s hair and drags him down to slot their mouths together the best he can because seriously he cannot put the words together without twisting himself into a pretzel.]

[Ah, that smile. He never thought he'd see it again. It instantly washes away that fear he was stuck with -- he is wanted afterall. The happy feeling only grows with Blade's affectionate gestures, so warm he could cry again. But he's done enough of that for one day, so he resists, and instead eagerly leans into Blade's hand, and then into the kiss. The hunger is still there in this one, but the emotional connection feels a lot deeper -- especially after seven centuries of pining.

When the kiss breaks, Jing Yuan laughs in a bright and joyful way that strips all illusion from the way he'd been laughing up til now. When the real one is on display, the fake ones are much more obvious. It's like a light had gone out without anyone noticing, and it's just now been relit.]

If I'm still a brat, then I can still call you an old fart.

[But Dan Heng is here too, and Jing Yuan's quite concerned about him feeling left out, so he reaches out to put an arm around his neck and pull him in for a kiss of his own. This happiness should be shared amongst all three of them.]

[he doesn't have time to feel left out. by the time he's coherent enough for a single thought, he's reeling at the picture the two of them make. these aren't the people he's known, but this is who they should have been. his eyes have only just widened when he's being tugged into that kiss-- his reality hasn't finished adjusting, but he melts into it on autopilot.]

[the happiness in his ribcage is grossly incandescent and he really does feel like he’s burning with it.

or maybe it’s the come. which, not respectfully at all, what the fuck, imbibitor lunae.

he does not look at them kiss. mostly because he wants to keep enough brain cells to be indignantly annoyed. he sort of squirms/rolls/shifts from between the two of them, dan heng slipping out with a truly obscene squelching sound. blade still feels so open, and- and- empty-]

Bath. [sorry romance is dead.]

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