headlocked | high cloud disaster ot3 shit

[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.]

To watch you fuck my mouth.

[he says, evenly as he can, even though his ears are flushed all the way to the tips because he's not ACTUALLY chill about this.]

Your face is adorable right now, you know.

[Blade turning red like that is so worth any later consequences.]

But really. I'd like to see you both come undone just as much as I want to be undone. Indulge me a little?

[blade’s face goes through a series of contortions that can charitably be called confused, annoyed, and aroused, in that order.

jing yuan is going to pay for this. blade’s glare at him is a promise, and so is the angry bite he leaves at jing yuan’s throat.

but he sits back on his haunches, looking at dan heng. at his mouth, specifically, a little dazed.]

Have you actually ever sucked someone off, Your Highness?

I haven't.

[not as himself but look, that's how they're defining these things right now. he's... kind of annoyed himself, for how he half wishes he had just so blade could be psychotic about it, but. oof.

angling his head to look at jing yuan sidelong.]

What about you?

[less on cocksucking than "do you want to touch too", but.]

[That threatening glare is frankly delicious, and so is that stinging bite. He hums contentedly, sitting up and scooting sideways to get off of Dan Heng and settle on the floor.]

Watching is enough for now. If I can't resist joining in, I'll figure it out.

Besides, I might have some useful things tucked away in this house.

[that’s good actually because there was the very real risk of blade murdering whoever had taken dan heng’s mouth before him.]

…useful things? [what sort of safehouse was this even? blade gives him a wary look- what jing yuan deemed useful was usually beyond normal comprehension- but he draws closer to dan heng.

and he just kind of stands there, looking down at the Vidyadhara, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch.]

[there it is. the reason dan heng is a virgin. a bad dog and justified paranoia.

dan heng catches his breath for a few moments, spread out on the floor in his finery, visibly hard in his pants.

then he licks his lips, tilts his head in challenge. makes his overall quite flattened state feel more like he's lounging imperiously.]

Are you going to fuck me silent or not?

[blade stares at him, like he’s seeing dan heng for the first time.

and then he summons shard sword - only to turn around and embed it to the hilt in jing yuan’s flooring, by the door. (sorry not sorry).]

Take out your weapons first. At arm’s reach. [he’s pointedly not looking at either of them, brows knitted.] In case I…

[Having Blade thrown off is so fun. It's the best, and the retaliation later will also be the best. His floor is an acceptable casualty, and he has no issues summoning Starfall Reverie and planting it nearby.

He gets to his feet, and just to keep the mood up and make things even worse he takes a moment to drape his arms around Blade's shoulders from behind and mutter in his ear.]

You should expect a shameless slut like myself to be prepared for unexpected encounters. And old friends to be very much prepared for all sides of you. Don't worry. We've got you.

[His voice is low and, while quite sultry, also warmly and genuinely affectionate. He plants a light kiss to that ear before pulling away.

Of course he isn't really that easy, but he does occasionally see someone and, well. This is his "sneaking off to be self-indulgent in ways that might get him in trouble otherwise" house. He always has his own company.

He'll give them about 20 seconds to themselves, while he goes into the bedroom and retrieves his illicit materials.]

[dan heng flinches when the sword appears, but waits until blade explains himself to sit up, summon cloudpiercer and stab it into the flooring as well.

then he reclines again, on his elbows, watching them with those glowing eyes, patiently waiting for blade to come make good on his threats.]

[what the fuck was that, jing yuan? blade stares helplessly after the other man, annoyed and simultaneously warmed to the bone by that simple kiss to his ear, even more baffled by the promise of- being caught. if he falls, again, into the haze of mara. did he deserve that.

he meets dan heng’s eyes. he looks like a vision. he looks like someone blade would kill. he looks like…

he pads closer, then. crouches over him. like this he could cover the entirety of dan heng with his bulk. blade unbuttons his coat the rest of the way, folds it into a neat, thickly padded rectangle, sets it on the ground.]

Kneel on this.

[blade that close without jing yuan providing a physical barrier, without the bracer scrambling his mind... dan heng shivers, which rolls down his spine til it's visible in his tail. swallows hard. lets his gaze flicker to blade shirtless, all skin and scars and bandages--

he'll make him wait too long if he thinks too much about those. nods and kneels on the folded coat.]

[the way blade cradles his jaw with both hands is the same way he’d place his hands if he’d wanted to snap dan heng’s neck.

he leans in, hair falling forward like a curtain, tipping dan heng’s face upwards.]

Is this just a truce for Jing Yuan?

[dan heng's pupils blow wide, and if it's the intensity or the darkness brought by that shield of hair... well, it's probably both. it's hard to breathe. going into this, he would have been hard pressed to answer this question, but now it falls from his lips almost unbidden.]

No.

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