headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

He deserves it.

[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.]

[have you tried not being GIANTS?

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???? ??]

You start it every time.

[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!!!]

Dan Heng is too kind to blame for your spats.

[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?

[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.]

[There's a moment where Jing Yuan is very annoyed at the destruction of his clothing. How is he supposed to go home without Qingzu grilling him now!?

The thought is fleeting, though, because both of them decide to escalate at the same time, which is very rude. He gasps, whole body twitching, cock hard against Blade's hand, and claps a hand over his own mouth to muffle the helpless whining he can't hold back.

Unfortunately for Jing Yuan he's a lot more reactive than his usual relaxed demeanour would imply. It's like a secret peek back to the earnest, open enthusiasm of his youth.]

You... shameless bullies...

Shit.

[thank you, dan heng, love of his life, flame of his loins, knife in his kidney, blessed pain in the ass, etc, etc, blade’s dick thanks you. he doesn’t remember jing yuan being this built. when the fuck did that happen?

blade’s pupils have blown wide, the gold eclipsing the red of them, but it’s not madness glazing them over, when he looks up at both of them. it’s helpless, desperate lust. one hand gropes at a lush pec harshly - he can almost see his fingers sink in, holy fuck - and the other one goes for the wrist of the hand that’s covering that mouth, trying to pull it away.]

Don’t hide. [he is distantly aware that he’s painfully hard. he groans.] If you hide I will hurt you.

[dan heng's hand flies to the offending wrist as well, to the point where it collides with blade's. that stalls him out for a moment, and the glance the throws up at him is devastating, arresting...

he licks a hot trail up to jing yuan's ear so he can purr into it.]

Let us hear you, A-Yuan.

[playing some kind of good cop bad cop, apparently]

[He has mixed feelings about that threat -- he can't tell how much of it is grandstanding and how much is a true declaration of an enforceable rule. He also can't tell if the "hurt" in question would be a light and enjoyable kind of pain, or a serious retaliation for his disobedience. If it's just words, or just a pleasurable dominance, he's all for that kind of play. But he does have his limits.

He narrows his eyes at Blade a moment, but before he can challenge the threat Dan Heng makes his move and Jing Yuan is thoroughly distracted. He shudders, eyes fluttering closed and a quiet, lewd sound escaping his lips. He twists his wrist in Blade's hand, testing his grip, but he also nods, deciding to accept the threat if only so the mood isn't ruined.]

[blade’s grip is firm, but it’s not backed up by inhuman strength. his taste for bloody cruelty is unmatched but only towards his own corpse that he inhabited. but that’s the farthest thing from his mind, not when dan heng looks at him like that, not when jing yuan is so sweetly pliant.

blade rewards the silent compliance by proceeding to curl over jing yuan to bite at his generous chest, bruising kisses from collarbone to a nipple, laving at the nub until it hardens from the attention. he is having a great time, thanks.]

[dan heng rumbles again, inhuman and right in jing yuan's ear, which he then takes the opportunity to nibble along the shell of as he ruts up into the heavy weight of them, breathing going uneven.]

[Both of them at once is a lot, it turns out. Not that he's unfamiliar with that, but the atmosphere is rather different than seven centuries ago and, y'know. It's been seven centuries.

Thus he's having a hard time keeping focus, his thoughts going somewhat hazy as his body heats up and his heart races. Fortunately it's easy enough to twist in such a way that he's simultaneously grinding his ass into Dan Heng's groin and lifting his chest into Blade's mouth. Every bite and every tiny bit of friction makes his breath stutter, and as they demanded he's no longer trying to hide the wanton, desperate noises he's making in response.

He slides his free hand into Blade's hair, gently stroking it and kneading at his scalp, and lets his head fall back onto Dan Heng's shoulder to glance sideways at him.]

You--

[He can't remember what he was going to say, and he doesn't know what he should say. For lack of better option, the first word that comes to mind is:]

Please.

Begging already?

[blade laughs derisively into jing yuan’s sternum, and he reaches down between them to curl a rough, scarred hand around jing yuan’s cock, smearing what little pre there was along the length of it.

(he is definitely not leaning into jing yuan’s hand like a deranged, touch-starved mutt.)]

You wanted him not to hide.

[dry! or as dry as he can manage like this, voice thick with arousal. even through their clothes, jing yuan can feel his cocks start to emerge, just a little bulge for now as the tips peek out. he moans, jerks his hips faster, harder.]

[Jing Yuan's hips buck into Blade's hand, and he turns his face to press it into Dan Heng's neck. There's the impulse to hide anyway, but this will serve well enough. He can get the same sense of tenuous control over himself without actually covering his mouth -- so they can very clearly hear his breathless groan at the touch.]

Mnn... You did. And-- There's two of you.

[Despite sounding charmingly petulant about it, he's still petting Blade. He's a horribly bad dog, but he's their bad dog and he's loved.]

Open your mouth one more time, Dan Heng, and I’m going to fuck it.

[now, blade had spent a not insignificant time of his life trying to kill/maim/significantly injure dan heng within close quarters, so he liked to think he knew how the younger man ticked. apparently this was not the case.

he took out his annoyance on jing yuan’s unfairly salacious body, spitting on his palm and twisting his fingers around the base of jing yuan’s cock - just enough to give him stimulation, but not actually enough to get him anywhere.]

[it may be harder to give blade a scorchingly unimpressed look, pinned like this below them both, with jing yuan's pleasure being panted into his throat, but he's nothing if not stubborn.]

That's hardly threatening, you know.

[Why is he being punished for Dan Heng's behaviour? These rude men!!

Jing Yuan elects to squash Blade between his thighs again -- this time with a lot more force. If Blade's going to bully him, he's claiming his right to channel his old bratty self. He even looks up from Dan Heng to give him a defiant look (although it lacks venom, given he's so flushed and short of breath and clearly enjoying this).]

You should fuck his mouth. I want to watch.

[he wheezes - jing yuan’s thighs are strong, and blade really wants them around his head, but that’s for him to know and despair in - and he opens his mouth to apply more threats to dan heng’s person - and he promptly loses steam when jing yuan opens his mouth. blade blinks at him rapidly.]

You want to what. [his ears turn red, uneven flush crawling down his neck. clearly being with two people at the same time usually engaged some sort of voyeurism, but blade’s scrambled egg brain cells do not and have not thought of this.]

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