[but he is not immune to blatant seduction, so there's more than one primal creature pouncing. enough in sync with blade even without the bracers, especially while he's being a mad dog... that it's simple enough to whirl so he's at jing yuan's back. breaking his fall, perhaps, but also putting him in prime position to sink his teeth into his shoulder, where armor doesn't quite meet.]
[He's expecting that reaction, and he's braced for it, so there's no resistance whatsoever. If not for Dan Heng he'd have hit the floor, but as it is he crashes into him instead. It's a softer landing for sure, but Blade's still got ahold of him and Dan Heng goes right for the bite, so he's not any less breathless than the floor would've left him.
There's a startled little gasp when Dan Heng's teeth sink in, but it's followed by the softest of content whimpers, and he tilts his head to make it easier -- to give him more access. Trapped there between them he locks gazes with Blade, and gives him a satisfied, catlike smirk.]
Please do. Remind me... that you're the ones I've always belonged to.
[how does he know the kind of thing that sets blade off? why does blade even try to think about that, even, it’s jing yuan, always has been his little shithead of a brat.
he crowds jing yuan’s legs open- and fists a hand in his hair, pulling harshly to hold him in place in the way he’d tilted his head to offer himself up to dan heng.]
If you’d opened your legs like this to someone else I’ll kill them.
[dan heng doesn't feel the same need to make possessive threats. his mouth is busy. the next bite lands above the collar, right at his jaw, less harsh than the first but much filthier. he's aiming to mark in more ways than one.]
[He's being so pliant and cooperative here. No fussing, no complaining, just sharp, needy breaths at the feeling of Dan Heng's mouth and Blade's hand in his hair. He's getting quite flushed already, the colour staining his cheeks and traveling down his neck to spread across his chest, under the armor. He presses his body back against Dan Heng's, and rests his hands at Blade's waist to tug him just that tiny bit closer.]
I... may have done that a few times, early on... but it couldn't compare to this.
[blade guarded what little possessions he had religiously. his sword. his name. his obsession with a ghost in the shape of his beloved.
he presses a thigh cruelly between jing yuan’s legs. looks long at the bruise purpling beneath imbibitor lunae- dan heng’s wet mouth. he hasn’t felt this clearheaded in centuries despite being drunk on want.]
[shudders under jing yuan, in a way that would be subtle if he weren't wedged beneath him, and starts deftly going for the fastenings on his armor as he keeps working on the same mark, gaze slanting to meet blade's above them.]
[There's a little pang of painful loneliness in that, but he can't focus on being sad when he can feel the both of them like this.]
But--
[There's a pause for a soft moan, as his hips automatically rock into Blade's thigh. He's already getting hard -- how could he not be, in this position?]
Mm... B-But from now on, I'll be only yours.
[And yet, he can't resist making a joke.]
...Although I don't believe I'm being compensated enough to justify you labeling me a whore. There are so many more colourful words you could use.
[blade- laughs. low, raspy, but without malice. he leans in, placing his hands on jing yuan’s knees, holding those powerful thighs open, cradling him like blade belonged there. he’d never thought he’d have this again.
in this form, dan heng’s eyes are just the slightest tint brighter than dan feng’s: like the sun through seawater. he tilts close, ever a body caught in dan heng’s orbit, but doesn’t close the distance like he did with jing yuan. hesitant.]
[That laugh. Honestly... he's still pretty sure this is going to hurt him in the end, but right now he doesn't care. He doesn't want to be anywhere else than here.]
I could be, for you two...
[A little verbal degradation never hurt anyone. It's fun. What's also fun is feeling squished between them as they kiss. He gives them the time to do so, staying still aside from sliiightly squeezing Blade between his thighs.]
[dan heng tastes the same as the ghost whose heart beats in blade's chest, but it is less of a homecoming and more of a relearning, blade thinks. he's more clumsy, their teeth clack together, the angle is sort of bad until dan heng tilts his head slightly and licks in deeper and blade stops thinking altogether.
he makes a helpless, desperate sound into it, and he's the one to break it first, panting like it'd been a near-death experience. blade crushes his full weight onto jing yuan, feeling aggravated; somehow this is his fault. the urge for violence rises up his throat.]
[dan heng kisses blade with single-minded intensity, and he's left dazed in the wake of it. but blade's weight falling to jing yuan crushes him too, indirectly, and what air he had leaves him in a compromised little moan.]
[Jing Yuan's complaint here comes in the form of reaching up to dig his nails into the back of Blade's neck. He doesn't actually mind that weight, but biting back a little feels appropriate.]
blade does arch up into those nails, chasing the pressure, and he sits back again. goes for the armor fastenings on the opposite side of the ones dan heng was working on earlier. team work makes the dream work and everything.]
he lets out a disgruntled little growl, but does not in any way impede getting rid of this armor. it is important. they must have better access to their lion.]
[Jing Yuan is not going to help them with the armor, because it's funnier to let them suffer. Instead he's just going to luxuriate in the attention and be a lazy bum.
Probably Dan Heng will be suffering a lot less down there once the STUPID WAIST ARMOR THAT IS TOO BIG FOR HIM comes off.]
Ah, yes. Your very romantic violence. Poor, poor Dan Heng...
Need I remind you who usually dies after he and I-
[one of them does undo the armor protecting jing yuan’s soft organs (blade has thought about that a lot) and blade doesn’t remember if it’s him or dan heng because either jing yuan had grown broader across the shoulders or his waist had grown smaller and uh???? ??]
[his tone is biting, but he does breathe a sigh of relief when the armor isn't digging into him and the weight of his two (GIGANTIC) lovers distributes more evenly. working on the fucking pauldrons next. no more armor!!! down with armor!!!]
[well. that’s true, blade does start it literally every single time. he’d say something scathing if he wasn’t busy fitting jing yuan’s waist into both hands.]
Shut the fuck up. [he is not Helping dan heng sorry he is busy imagining how he’d pull jing yuan down on his cock and make him cry and you know what fuck you jing yuan. blade growls and aggressively palms jing yuan through his pants.]
[this rumble from beneath jing yuan is more of a purr. he likes having his hair played with, and once he defeats the pauldrons he's better able to tug jing yuan's collar away from his throat and get back to making his marks.
that he actually shuts up is a coincidence, but enjoy it.]
[Jing Yuan, on the other hand, does not shut up. But that's largely because the double-whammy of Blade's hand and Dan Heng's mouth drags a much louder moan out of him this time. His back arches a bit and his hand tightens in Dan Heng's hair, but stuck between two lovers his body doesn't really know where to go, so he mostly just squirms.
It's been far too long since he's let anyone touch him like this. It's a little overwhelming, and he likes it.]
[unfortunately for jing yuan, blade oscillates between sentient piece of furniture and overwhelming everything. he watches jing yuan’s face avidly, fascinated by how he flushes red, how easily he fills out under the heel of his palm.
he’s too impatient to deal with shit like buttons, or zippers, so blade simply yanks jing yuan’s fly open, hand dipping immediately under his innerwear, straight against heated skin.]
[damn, he can hear jing yuan's pants get destroyed. hot. a sharper bite, this time, right over his pulse, and dan heng rocks against his ass. there's no firm shape outlining his arousal, yet, but they all know that doesn't mean much. especially when he's busying his hands with tugging jing yuan's shirt open. feast your eyes upon the tid, blade. he's a generous dragon.]
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There's a startled little gasp when Dan Heng's teeth sink in, but it's followed by the softest of content whimpers, and he tilts his head to make it easier -- to give him more access. Trapped there between them he locks gazes with Blade, and gives him a satisfied, catlike smirk.]
Please do. Remind me... that you're the ones I've always belonged to.
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he crowds jing yuan’s legs open- and fists a hand in his hair, pulling harshly to hold him in place in the way he’d tilted his head to offer himself up to dan heng.]
If you’d opened your legs like this to someone else I’ll kill them.
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I... may have done that a few times, early on... but it couldn't compare to this.
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he presses a thigh cruelly between jing yuan’s legs. looks long at the bruise purpling beneath imbibitor lunae- dan heng’s wet mouth. he hasn’t felt this clearheaded in centuries despite being drunk on want.]
If you want to be a whore you come to us.
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[There's a little pang of painful loneliness in that, but he can't focus on being sad when he can feel the both of them like this.]
But--
[There's a pause for a soft moan, as his hips automatically rock into Blade's thigh. He's already getting hard -- how could he not be, in this position?]
Mm... B-But from now on, I'll be only yours.
[And yet, he can't resist making a joke.]
...Although I don't believe I'm being compensated enough to justify you labeling me a whore. There are so many more colourful words you could use.
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[blade- laughs. low, raspy, but without malice. he leans in, placing his hands on jing yuan’s knees, holding those powerful thighs open, cradling him like blade belonged there. he’d never thought he’d have this again.
in this form, dan heng’s eyes are just the slightest tint brighter than dan feng’s: like the sun through seawater. he tilts close, ever a body caught in dan heng’s orbit, but doesn’t close the distance like he did with jing yuan. hesitant.]
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he's letting go of jing yuan's skin with a wet sound and reaching up to grab blade's hair, drag him down for a kiss over jing yuan's shoulder.]
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I could be, for you two...
[A little verbal degradation never hurt anyone. It's fun. What's also fun is feeling squished between them as they kiss. He gives them the time to do so, staying still aside from sliiightly squeezing Blade between his thighs.]
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he makes a helpless, desperate sound into it, and he's the one to break it first, panting like it'd been a near-death experience. blade crushes his full weight onto jing yuan, feeling aggravated; somehow this is his fault. the urge for violence rises up his throat.]
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I think Dan Heng is becoming a pancake...
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[has he tried not being small.
blade does arch up into those nails, chasing the pressure, and he sits back again. goes for the armor fastenings on the opposite side of the ones dan heng was working on earlier. team work makes the dream work and everything.]
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he lets out a disgruntled little growl, but does not in any way impede getting rid of this armor. it is important. they must have better access to their lion.]
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Probably Dan Heng will be suffering a lot less down there once the STUPID WAIST ARMOR THAT IS TOO BIG FOR HIM comes off.]
Ah, yes. Your very romantic violence. Poor, poor Dan Heng...
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[one of them does undo the armor protecting jing yuan’s soft organs (blade has thought about that a lot) and blade doesn’t remember if it’s him or dan heng because either jing yuan had grown broader across the shoulders or his waist had grown smaller and uh???? ??]
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[his tone is biting, but he does breathe a sigh of relief when the armor isn't digging into him and the weight of his two (GIGANTIC) lovers distributes more evenly. working on the fucking pauldrons next. no more armor!!! down with armor!!!]
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[Once he's able to, Jing Yuan flops ever more bonelessy on Dan Heng, reaching back to affectionately play with his hair.
Their commentary is laugh-worthy, but the look on Blade's face is even moreso.]
See something you like?
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Shut the fuck up. [he is not Helping dan heng sorry he is busy imagining how he’d pull jing yuan down on his cock and make him cry and you know what fuck you jing yuan. blade growls and aggressively palms jing yuan through his pants.]
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that he actually shuts up is a coincidence, but enjoy it.]
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It's been far too long since he's let anyone touch him like this. It's a little overwhelming, and he likes it.]
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he’s too impatient to deal with shit like buttons, or zippers, so blade simply yanks jing yuan’s fly open, hand dipping immediately under his innerwear, straight against heated skin.]
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