headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

Is it the fluffiness...?

[muttering, but since the initial dunking already soaked his hair nicely, dan heng starts working shampoo into it. he's no masseuse, the touch brisk and efficient. sorry.]

[And he fled having his back touched for what now???]

Mmph-- But I'm already sleepy...

[It's not a real protest, just a whine. He's already accepted that things will continue to happen in this bathtub, and he's gotten all flushed again accordingly.

Dan Heng may not be giving a massage, but it still feels nice to be touched that way, so Jing Yuan leans into it anyway. Despite the whining.]

Shut up, you’re always sleepy.

[there’s no real bite to it, either. blade scrubs his chest and arms down, but not as perfunctory as dan heng.

his touch lingers, warm. he also can’t help himself and fits his hands around jing yuan’s waist underwater…]

…it won’t always be like this. [he glances at dan heng as he says it.] We’ll be fighting again sooner or later.

[not by crossing blades at least. ok maybe a little.]

[his shampooing slows for a moment. then returns to the same utilitarian motions.]

So let us take care of you.

[There's a moment where Jing Yuan flinches at the reminder. He knows how it is with those who go off to battle, and thinking about it in the context of this relationship very nearly sends him down a spiral of risk-calculating anxiety. He only stops himself at the last half-second, expelling the feeling in a long-suffering sigh.]

I'm just saying I don't recover as quickly as you two. You're going to have me bedridden for a week at this rate.

[He's being fussy, and yet he's still going boneless under their hands. He likes being pampered very much when it's all close and personal like this. When Blade gets hold of his waist, he wiggles on purpose -- and also squishes his cheeks in retaliation.]

[are you a toddler stop it with the cheek squishing. but earnestly:]

What if I want you bedridden for a week?

[his hands slide down underwater to rest in the vee of jing yuan's hips. he's cleaning!! he is giving off the energy of a dog whose tail is thumping frantically on the ground.]

Both of you.

[pulling up a ribbon of water to rinse the shampoo out of jing yuan's hair without making everyone move too much.

pressing forward against the general's back.]

If it's like that, he may never leave the bed again.

Ah...haha...

[This is the awkward laughter of a man who's just now realised how much trouble he's gotten himself into. This retirement will not help his exhaustion at all, huh?]

Is it too late to beg for mercy?

[He asks as he drops his hands to rest over Blade's and leans his weight back against Dan Heng.]

You can beg for other things.

[he smirks at jing yuan. unfortunately between blade’s absurd healing factor and dan heng’s state of being The Most Baby, jing yuan is the geriatric man with creaky bones.

his washcloth dips down to slide along jing yuan’s thighs roughly. and because he can’t help it:]

You’re very energetic for a virgin, Dan Heng.

[he says it in the same way he croons dan heng’s name before he attempts to maim him.]

[shivers pleasantly (that's new?) and starts to hide his face in jing yuan's hair, except now it's soaking wet and not fluffy.

voice dry as he glances away, arms curving around jing yuan's ribs.]

I suspect that's repression.

You're both very energetic in general.

[He takes one of Dan Heng's hands, bringing it to his lips to nip at. Meanwhile he squishes Blade between his thighs again because of course he does.]

And still dirty, too.

[did he figure out blade’s fascination with his thighs. why is he like this. he can’t quite stop his mouth from making a helplessly aroused sound.]

I’m dirty because someone stabbed me. [he doesn’t sound like he’s too broken up about it. he also leans in, pressing jing yuan in between them.]

Maybe I should have fucked you earlier, Dan Heng. [is this on purpose? we just don’t know.]

[sweeps his tail forward to curve around the small of blade's back, tugging him still closer. he traces jing yuan's lips with his fingers, since they've been so kindly brought to his attention.]

If you'd been trying to fuck me from the start, things might have been different.

It was for your own good.

[Squishing Blade that way just happens to be very convenient. Also convenient: biting Dan Heng's fingers a little harder. He puts his hands on Blade's chest, but doesn't push him away just yet. He's tired, but he's open to being convinced to keep playing.]

[blade thought about explaining to dan heng, yes, he was, because his love and hatred for dan feng was so intricately linked with each other that there was no difference between fighting and fucking, but he is also aware that he was supposed to be trying, so he doesn’t say anything.

instead, he leans in further to catch dan heng’s fingers against jing yuan’s lips, and under the water his hand presses in between jing yuan’s legs, a finger moving to insinuate itself inside him. because you know. cleaning.]

[he kind of knows but yeah please don't. confirm it.

his breath catches, and he leans in to nose at jing yuan's shoulder.]

[The unannounced intrusion was expected, but he still jolts. Please. This is not cleaning, this is bullying!! Especially since he's still pretty sensitive after getting fucked into oblivion earlier. If Blade wasn't already settled between his legs, Jing Yuan would kick him, and if his hands weren't underwater, he'd slap them. Since neither of those actions are available (and since he doesn't really want either of them to stop), he opts to just squeeze his thighs as shut as he possibly can. If Blade finds that painful, good.

As for Dan Heng, he turns his head and bites his ear, quite a bit harder than he'd bitten his fingers.]

[blade’s breath squeezes out of him in an audible grunt. the tone of annoyance is smothered by the smugness.]

I’m cleaning you.

[gasping, fingers curling to press down on jing yuan's tongue roughly. of course his ears are sensitive.]

[Thanks to Dan Heng, now he can't even argue with Blade. That's mean, and yet it's kind of hot, so he doesn't pull Dan Heng's hand away. Instead he just rests his hands on Dan Heng's arm, shakes his head, and gives Blade a dirty look -- one that would be much sharper if he wasn't bright red.

It's a look that says both "you fucking suck" and "don't stop".]

[it’s the best kind of look blade could have gotten, actually. the washcloth floats sadly to the bottom of the tub as he continues to finger jing yuan, knowing that one finger won’t be enough to do anything satisfying.

he wants. just straight up wants - things. blade did not want things without a side of self-flagellation.]

How the fuck did you find out about the cum thing? [he interrogates jing yuan, running his other hand lightly along the other man’s cock.]

[interrogating jing yuan on the matter... kind of would require dan heng to not have fingers in his mouth. but he also does not super want the answer right now, so he drags his fingers so the tips hook behind jing yuan's teeth, then pushes them deeper again.

his free hand slides up to grope at a pec, hungry.]

[Jing Yuan would also rather not answer that question right now. Anything deeper than "Dan Feng told me" is going to a. dredge up some classic Jing Yuan vs Yingxing rivalry and/or b. force him to talk about sad mara stuff. He doesn't want to be sad at the moment, and Blade's already got enough enthusiasm for bullying him without adding fuel to the fire.

Dan Heng's fingers are therefore a very convenient excuse to ignore the question. Instead he reacts to their movement across his tongue by obligingly beginning to suck on them, lifting his hands into Dan Heng's hair both as simple affection and as a way to further put himself on display -- all while his warm and complaisant body squirms eagerly into their hands.]

[luckily blade is very easily distracted like this, courtesy of whatever the hell dan heng has fucked into him.

he leans in- eyes lidding, entranced as he watches dan heng’s fingers move- and he times the strokes of his own finger inside jing yuan with them.]

Huh. You just really needed someone to take that control away, didn’t you, General?

[dan heng makes a pleased sound, feeling jing yuan's fingers in his hair, noses at his jaw and keeps the filthy pace of those fingers even and controlled, even as he slides blade a luminous Look. his other hand, too, is focusing on toying with a nipple.]

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lionsleeps - 2023-11-18 23:57 (UTC) - Expand