loong | a great escape;

a great escape;

[ this planet.. is a tranquil one. lonely, but peaceful. there are no intelligent species here, but that is, perhaps, for the best - dan feng's penance continues, after all. in escaping the luofu he was not attempting to escape general punishment, only the molting rebirth. fear of losing himself, of losing his memories, his sense of self..

perhaps it made him a coward, to flee, but warm memories are all he has now, and he could not bear to part with them just yet.

so here he waits, alone in his own beautiful purgatory, awaiting the end of his days, nursing his ailing mind, existing in torment and in bliss in equal measure. his hatching rebirth will come in time, and only then, perhaps, will he be free of his sin, or at the very least, free of his pain. the crime of the previous life must be atoned for in the next, but.. his memories of the quintet would vanish, save for in dreams, and his reincarnation could live on.

it's a lush, lovely planet, where he has escaped to, slowly orbiting the glowing deep of a black hole, where time, for him, runs more slowly, dragging out like a string of sticky molasses. there are thick forests and vast wetlands, eighty percent of this world is water, and there is no sign that intelligent life has ever existed here. no ruins. no scrawled paintings in caves. no hidden chambers beneath the seas. three hundred years he has spent combing the globe and found nothing to suggest that anyone but he has walked the earth here. only animals. insects. fish. they make decent company, but dan feng still keeps to himself, living out of a modest shelter built near the water's edge.

three hundred years, and he speaks to no one, says nothing, until the day the majestic luofu blots out the light of the diffracting black hole.

the sight of it stills his heart in his breast, and dan feng finds his throat running dry, but when the small starskiff lands he is standing quietly, watchful and calm, the tip of his tail swaying behind him as he watches jing yuan disembark, resplendent in his general's clothing. he takes a deep breath.. releases it. ]

.. you must have been very keen to find me, to brave the dangers of the black hole.

[ for time.. time is a precious thing, every hour he spends here could be a year on the luofu. ]

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[Bedroom... Through the halls, up the stairs... So far to go. Stopping feels like it'll be a cold bucket of water on what they're doing. Like realization will sink in... that everything will come crashing down in a few moments of clarity. His heart will surely fracture beyond repair if that happens happens. So he shakes his head and shifts himself on the desk, unwilling to risk it.]

Here... Here is fine.

[Here is certainly not fine. He can feel his back and hips already starting to ache at the thought of getting railed against this hard surface. No supplies and no good way to prep. It's been seven hundred years he can't just take Dan Feng like he used to. But there's a strong part of him that doesn't care. He just wants this. And if it hurts tomorrow and days after so be it.

His legs squeeze around Dan Feng's hips tighter, not willing to let go or stop. And he deepens the kiss once more in an attempt to prevent further insistence. And... because he wants to. Dan Feng tastes and kisses just how he remembers. It's nostalgic and painful... but good too.]

[ dan feng's reply comes as an irritated grunt. here is not fine. they have no lubricant, no soft surfaces - neither of them are young anymore, and he has no desire to put jing yuan through any more discomfort or pain than he already has. but he has a feeling that jing yuan won't budge on this, and he doesn't have the patience right now to argue it, so.. it is what it is. if jing yuan is sore tomorrow, well, then he's sore tomorrow.

so rather than argue the point, dan feng instead begins to tug at jing yuan's clothing, undoing the cincher around his waist and shoving it away before tugging at his coat, opening it up and pushing it back. they likely won't get one another's clothing entirely off, they're both too needy and too desperate, but that's fine.

later. perhaps.. perhaps there will be time later for something sweeter, if this first bout does not destroy them.

yanking at jing yuan's belt, dan feng all but tears open the general's trousers to get a hand inside of them, into that incredible heat, his cool palm sliding along jing yuan's cock, squeezing. ]

I've missed this..

[ he murmurs against jing yuan's mouth, biting at his lips, his long tail whipping behind him, then curling around jing yuan's calf. dan feng is not a particularly sexual creature under most circumstances, but this isn't necessarily about pleasure, it's about connection, it's about showing jing yuan his love in a way that is impossible to misinterpret. ]

[No, it certainly isn’t fine but this is the bed he’s chosen to lie in. Or… on, in this case. Also the bed is a desk.

But once Dan Feng starts pulling open his clothing none of that matters. Just the heat of what’s occurring between them and the restoration of a long lost connection.

Dan Feng’s skin has always been cool against his own. And he shivers and bites back a sound at the feel of it on his cock. His hips speak for him, rocking instantly into the touch. His body remembers how much he loved Dan Feng touching him and how he used to. They’ve not been at this long enough to encourage full arousal but that single touch has him filling out entirely.

Not one to remain still in these affairs he begins to pull earnestly at his old lovers robes. It’s no more frantic than Dan Feng nearly tearing his pants open. There’s desperation and longing in every action. And once that cool skin is beneath his palms the touch cams considerably. His nails don’t dig in our scratch but a genuine glide across skin that always felt wrong to blemish, though Yingxing never had any qualms with that.

The High Elder was always someone untouchable and that he got to be in his presence in his younger years should have been enough. But it wasn’t. He wanted more. And somehow he got it.]

A-Feng— [He moans at the bite on his lips, the tail coiling around him.] You too… [So much… More than he can ever properly express.] Don’t let me go…

[In this particular moment. Or ever again… It’s one and the same at this point.

[ it feels as if his heart is breaking in his breast, split into a thousand jagged pieces that pierce his flesh like needles. don't let me go, jing yuan says, and a deep, cold pang of regret punches at the back of dan feng's throat. he swallows thickly, a soft sob on his breath. ]

I won't. I'm here.

[ he whispers, soft against jing yuan's lips as his fingers curl, wrapping around the general's cock and beginning to stroke him hard and deep, feeling the way he hardens so gratifyingly beneath his cool touch. sex has always fascinated him in so many ways. vidyadhara do not reproduce sexually, and so his libido is quite low, but there are still remnants left behind, vestigial genitalia and hints of a sex drive that are enough to keep him interested every once in awhile.. though certainly not enough to have satisfied yingxing. dan feng had always preferred a different sort of closeness. physical touch. lying together with a loved one. sharing a bed while sleeping pressed in near.

but this is still incredible, he still enjoys sex, especially when it means reconnecting with someone precious. someone he has missed so desperately for so long.

and yet, despite the time that has passed, dan feng still remembers how to touch him, remembers what jing yuan likes and prefers, and he wants so badly to give it to him. so after a few more strokes, dan feng gathers jing yuan's precum on his fingers, then trails them downward, stopping momentarily at his heavy sac to squeeze it gently, before his slicked fingers slip lower, pressing directly against his tight hole. no teasing. not this time. he presses as slowly and gently as he can manage, sliding one finger into him up to the second knuckle. ]

[That sobbed out assurence breaks his heart in equal measure. His fingers curl along the long dark and silky hair of the former High elder. He wants them to be closer even though that's a rather impossible want. They can't be any closer than they are now but still, it doesn't feel like it's enough. He wants so much more. Needs so much more.

He whimpers against Dan Feng's lips as his cock is stroked to full hardness, leaking already in aching want.

The single finger of penetration feels... Long overdue. It feels good. Even just the single digit causes a small aching stretch considering how long its been but-- He tries not to clench or tighten himself up too much lest Dan Feng reconsiders this arrangement. But the words of admitence spill out of him all the same as he rocks himself on that single finger, satsified with the connection itself more than anything.]

A-Feng... You were the last one inside me. [He whispers the words against Dan Feng's lips, eyes falling closed.] The night before Shuhu came... The three of us. Yingxing first but then it was you. [He always felt special when Dan Feng would take him. And he remembers trying to coax him into taking him with both cocks but the idea was never entertained. Yingxing so ungraciously saying how his ass can't afford to be broken or Jingliu would kill them all. The memory brings a huff of laughter to him and he hugs Dan Feng tighter, pulling him closer to his body.] I love-- [Loved? No... Still love. Of course.] --you still... With all my heart.

[ dan feng is indeed watching and listening very carefully, and if at any point he feels he is hurting jing yuan - well, then they'll be moving to the bedroom whether the general likes it or not. luckily for them both, dan feng's cocks are naturally slick, already dampening his trousers as they slide from his slit, stiffening with need, the lower slightly larger than the upper, already beading with fluid.

somehow, he's surprised by that statement, however - that jing yuan has been celibate all this time is.. impossible to believe. he's beautiful, he's warm, kind, strong, he's everything anyone could ever want in a partner, but.. he's also terribly, painfully loyal. loyal enough to go seven hundred years without taking a partner, because he could not bear the ache of loving another, of betraying an ancient memory. truly, jing yuan is and always has been the best of them.. ]

You shouldn't, you fool.. [ he whispers, a soft moan passing his lips when jing yuan's fingers grasp his hair. ] .. but I have never stopped loving you.

[ he has never stopped loving either of them. jing yuan, yingxing.. together they warmed the heart of the cold and distant high elder, they showed him the beauty and splendor of being in love. perhaps it was a mistake, for it was that love for the quintet that essentially drove him mad with grief and yet he selfishly hoards it still, desirous of this warm space between them.

his finger slips deeper, followed by a second, feeling jing yuan's hot passage clinging to them. dan feng's hips hitch forward, his cocks aching for him already, but not yet, not yet.. not until he's sure that jing yuan is ready. ]

[The confession of love brings a new wave of tears. His heart aches for the past. And how he should have put his concerns to light and been reassured then so he didn't have to doubt for hundreds of years after. He tucks his face into Dan Feng's neck, hiding all these new tears.

The words are not quite a balm... But they help. They help to hear. There's still a lot to questions. A lot to not be certain about. But at least right now... he knows it's genuine.

Two fingers is a lot... A lot considering the circumstances. And through the tears and all the raw emotions he has to remind himself not to clench too tight about the dull burn of the intrusion. That this is dry doesn't help but he remembers Dan Feng's everything and knows it'll be fine once they get to the heart of it. Well, aside from his size but he'll manage or call tomorrow off. Something will sort itself out. But to help ease the process of it all he talks through it. Because there are some things that should be said. He gave Dan Feng silence before but he won't now...]

I only thought it sometimes... Like an intrusive thought. A shallow feeling of jealousy that I did not mean as much to either of you as you meant to each other. [He closes his eyes tight, clutching to Dan Feng tighter. He was so young back then... His first relationship was them. An already established pair but... His parents dismissed him for his choices. And Jingliu was a cold teacher. A wall of ice always stood between them. So he chased Yingxing for attention... And then attempted to cease when he found he belonged to another. But circumstances being what they were and him being in an obvious state of pining (for both of them in good time) was a good third. And Aeons above did he want to be loved so very badly by them both. To hold the same place in their hearts that they had for each other. He loved them so much... And when they were gone when he found out what they did his heart shattered in a way that would never recover.] I just... [So many small things that made his heart sting... So much time away due to duty. There was enough room for the smallest bit of doubt to exist. And it was a doubt that festered and rotted away at him long after they were gone. After they'd left him.] I wanted to be special to you both...

I wanted it more than anything the universe had to offer...

[ two fingers is a lot, but he'll need to take a lot more than that if he wants dan feng to fuck him over his desk. he has the feeling that jing yuan isn't being entirely straightforward about how this is feeling, about his potential discomfort, but.. he doesn't want to stop. he needs this just as much as jing yuan does, he's missed this so terribly, had lived out his days under the assumption that he wouldn't ever know this closeness again..

.. yet here they are, against all odds, and neither of them wants to stop.

jing yuan's admission makes his chest tighten painfully, even as his fingers continue to work, pushing deeper, urging him open, fingertips pressing to the warm lump of his prostate to hopefully help bring him some pleasure through the burn. to think that jing yuan had felt that way.. it makes his heart ache. dan feng's free hand rises up, sinking into jing yuan's hair, holding tightly. ]

We loved you with everything we had.

[ he whispers, pressing hot, needy kisses to jing yuan's jaw, pumping his fingers in and out, his cocks still straining painfully in his too-tight trousers. dan feng's voice is a soft murmur directly against jing yuan's ear, urging him to believe his words, to know full well that they never saw him as lesser, that they loved him terribly, deeply, achingly. sliding his fingers free, dan feng is finally tugging at his trousers, yanking them open to release his painful erections, pressing them against jing yuan's belly. ]

Qīn’ài de, never doubt it, never forget it.

[The reassurance that he was loved by both of them mixed with his prostate being pressed against is a lot. There's a lot of sensations and a lot of emotions all tangled together and colliding into one another. But he hears the words and how heartfelt they are, how fueled by emotion they are. For now, Jing Yuan clings to the other tightly all while rolling his hips as he's fucked. The pleasure to his prostate causing heavy drops of pre to spill along Dan Feng's hand.]

Qīn qīn... [Qīn qīn for Dan Feng and Gēgē for Yingxing...] I won't... [He murmurs the words against cool skin tears still hot and warm along his cheeks but not falling as fast.] I'm sorry.

[Anything left to say is momentarily halted by the feel of those familiar cocks pressing against his stomach. His breath hitches and his cock throbs in the other's grasp in anticipation. He insides squeeze around the fingers inside him in want as the physical memories of being taken by that cock and riding it till he couldn't anymore return in full.

He untangles himself from Dan Heng, releasing him from his tight embrace at last to put a hand on the wet cocks, stroking them with such familiarity it's like no time has passed at all. His insides coil with heat and want. He needs Dan Feng to be inside him. He squeezes both members, brushing his thumb along their wet slits.]

Please... [The plead comes out more like a moan than he intended but it is what it is.] Please don't keep me waiting, A-Feng.

[ jing yuan's hand is around his cocks, hot and squeezing, and dan feng groans against his mouth, pleasure washing warm over his entire body, a shiver coursing down his spine. ]

Don't apologize.

[ it's a command. his voice is quite soft, but still very firm, he will brook no argument on this, will not allow jing yuan to believe that he has done anything wrong when he hasn't. he was only ever a victim, caught in the tumult of his and yingxing's plot and all the fallout that came with it. jing yuan deserved better, deserved to chase the stars as he had yearned to, rather than shackling himself to a position he did not want.

this is the least he can do to make up for all that's happened. ]

Turn around. [ he whispers, tugging jing yuan off of the desk and helping to turn him, before he's yanking down the back of his trousers, exposing his soft, supple ass, both hands dropping to squeeze it, spreading him open, the underside of his lower cock rubbing along the seam of his ass. it's a good thing his cocks are already wet, it's the only reason he doesn't insist they move to the bedroom. ] I won't make you wait any longer..

[ with one thumb, he guides the tip of his ribbed cock to jing yuan's sensitive, greedy hole, and begins to push inside. ]

[He opens his mouth to argue about turning around. No, not like that... He wants to see Dan Feng and hold him close. But it's the best position, all things considered, and he's likely on thin enough ice as it is. With the lack of prep, lubrication and the amount of time that's passed for him... Having him seated and curled will make it all the more difficult and probably painful. So he closes his mouth and doesn't make a comment, simply doing what he's told, shrugging off the white coat that'll get in the way while Dan Feng takes care of the rest.

Not for the first or last time this evening does his body give a questioning ache in regards to what he's doing here this evening. Bending far over his desk and presenting himself. He may be taking the next few days off...

But the heated words and the slick wet press of that tipped cock into him is enough to cut out all rational thought and reasonable concern. He grips the edge of the desk before him and waits with baited breath attempting to relax himself.

The tip is easy... it slides in smooth but it quickly begins to flair out in every direction and at the first ridge he's realizing that he may have very much bitten off more than he can feasibly chew. His insides are not slicked up like they normally would be or stretched with complete anticipation for what is to come as he was too eager to move things along. Each push feeling like it's stripping the air out of his lungs and the burn of the stretch is... intense. Aeons he's out of practice... There was once a time Dan Feng could just easily slip into him, fitting inside him like the wet draconic cock was made just for him.

That said... the risk of Dan Feng pulling out of his is too great so he pushes back against the other attempting to take more. A second ridge makes it inside and he feels the body protest. And yet... as painful as he's chosen to make this for himself there's a thrill to it all. That they're connected and the fullness after centuries of being empty keep him hard and leaking. There's no flagging due to the pain and aches of it all...

He still wants just as badly as when they began. As he did hundreds of years ago. His body doesn't have the same emotional hangups he does. This is his old lover and his body still desperately wants and needs and will not be content until Dan Feng is spilling deep inside him once again.]

[ jing yuan is doing his best to hide it, and he's doing a good job of it, but dan feng can still read the pain in his body, can feel the way he tenses just slightly.. and as much as he wants to hold his old lover close as well, this is for the better. this position might be more obscene than it is romantic, but he won't have jing yuan hurting any more than he already has. if there's a next time.. he hopes there's a next time.. they'll take their time, move more slowly, without any pain or discomfort at all. ]

Breathe, qīn'ài de..

[ he whispers, as he slowly eases himself inside, thankful for the slick that his cock provides, but it's still an incredibly tight fit. jing yuan surely must have meant it when he said that dan feng was the last one inside of him, so many, many years ago..

ridge after ridge pops into jing yuan's squeezing passage, until at last his cock is fully sheathed, the other resting ignored against the small of jing yuan's back, leaking beads of pearly precum against his skin. aeons above, he's so damned tight it nearly steals the breath from his lungs, and it's a struggle to hold still while his lover adjusts. to help him along, dan feng reaches around to take jing yuan's cock in his hand, gathering pre with his fingers to begin stroking him deep and tight, squeezing with palm and fingers.

only once jing yuan relaxes does dan feng begin to move, rocking his hips slowly back, then forward again, exhaling in a low, rough moan while his free hand slides up the general's back, slipping into soft hair. ]

[Breathing is easier said than done, to be certain. But he tries. By the time Dan Feng is fully inside he feels like he's being split in two. The pause is one he's grateful for so he can try and fill his lungs and wrangle his senses. The general's cheek pressed firmly against the smooth surface, his white knuckle grip on the desk and his back tense and strained as he struggles with what he insisted upon.

Once the movement starts though... It helps. The slick cocks gliding through him has him shuddering, clenching down tighter at the sensation. Aeons... He's missed this so much. Tears start forming again as Dan Feng moves slowly and carefully inside him, hands stroking along his body and eventually into his hair.

He arches his back attempting to roll his hips back into Dan Feng, breath catching at the sensation. He glances back towards his old lover unable to help the coy smile that takes hold. Being filled like this and the sight of him... It fills him with a mischievous air despite everything currently happening and has happened.]

The other one... qīn qīn~ I want both.

[Just like in their distant past... Aeons... If he actually attempts to take the second it'll be the end of him. Apologies Reignbow Arbiter but what a Hunt it was...]

[ jing yuan claimed to have no longer been that foolish young man anymore, yet dan feng can still see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice when he all but begs for both cocks. ]

You don't know what's good for you. No.

[ absolutely out of the question. this is already too much, already a concession, he's not willing to give any more than that, no matter how pretty jing yuan looks when he's begging, no matter how sweet and breathless his voice is. as if to drive the point home, dan feng snaps his hips forward, burying himself right to the hilt. but soon he's leaning over jing yuan's body to nuzzle at his ear and cheek, breathing warm against his skin. ]

But if you're good.. perhaps later.

[ later, when he has the time to prep jing yuan thoroughly, to make sure he's wonderfully loose and comfortable. for now he continues moving, fucking into him shallowly, but deeply, gasping at the tight squeeze and pull of jing yuan's ass all around him. ]

I won't last long..

[ it's been too long. already he is creeping toward the edge of what he can handle, hurtling headlong toward a powerful orgasm. ]

[That's the answer he expected and it makes him laugh. Breathless and faint but it is genuine and it's cut off with the sharp snap of his hips. He keens instead, nuzzling against Dan Feng's cheek as he presses against him.

His breathing is ragged both in pleasure and pain... He probably won't orgasm from this. His nerves frayed an confused. But he still feels good. Yet the cool hand on his cock will certainly bring him to completion in good time... If he's stroked after he'll certainly.]

Ah...? Do you mean that?

[The potential that he may eventually get something he tried for so hard long with both of them makes his cock throb and he almost spills right there. He moans at the prospect and trembles beneath his lover.]

Don't hold back... Take what you need. Please...

[ dan feng is not a selfish lover. he always did his best to give equally to the two of them, to offer what he could, when he could, to be as attentive as possible within the limitations of his own lacking libido. he doesn't like the idea of cumming first, not when jing yuan deserves so much more than that, but at this point it's likely impossible not to. it feels too good to pull out, and he's already so damned close - ]

That isn't fair..

[ he whispers, hot against jing yuan's ear, but he doesn't stop moving, can't stop moving, his hips snapping forward again and again, fucking deep and hard, the ridges on his cock massaging jing yuan's tight walls as he moves. the hand on his lover's cock continues to work, his second cock leaking hot pre, smearing jing yuan's back with it as he groans, his tongue dragging along the shell of the general's ear.

aeons, he can't hold it back anymore -

with a sharp cry, dan feng spills, hot and thick into jing yuan's ass, filling him up with spurt after spurt of pearly cum, more spilling in ribbons onto jing yuan's back, rubbing slick and warm between their bodies. the pleasure is insurmountable, it overcomes him instantly, crashing over his head in a wave that threatens to drown him, and dan feng can't help but bite down onto jing yuan's shoulder, fangs sinking deep while the hand around the general's cock tightens, pumping him hard and fast. ]

I know you'll make it up to me~

[Dan Feng meant what he said as he's only given a few more powerful thrusts that feel like they go both too deep and not far enough. The ridges grinding against his insides and dancing along his prostate. It has his cock leaking all over the floor and causing a broken sound to escape him. The feel of hot release coating his incredibly sore insides makes him shudder.

The General whimpers at the sensation of being released into but it is quick to turn into an exclamation as those fangs sink deep into his shoulder. The sharp surprise of pain mixed with his cock being pumped while also being stuffed too full of cock-- It's too much and all the pain and pleasure mixed together along side all the raw emotions. That thin thread finally snaps in a way that even takes him by surprise. Another broken sound escapes him as he cries out, coming hard, and shooting his release in his lover's hand and floor, his ass tightening around the softening cock inside him. He sobs at the intensity of it all shuddering and shivering in the aftermath of it all... The intense full body shake that lingers well after an orgasm like that.]

A-Feng... [He barely gets the name out, one hand holding onto the desk and the other reaching back to try and hold onto his lover, needing him.] I've missed you...

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[ good gods, the squeeze of jing yuan's ass around his cock would have done him in had he not already come, it feels wonderful, massaging all around him in a way that makes him groan, his hips twitching forward. the hot spill of his lover's spend over his hand is exquisite, and he uses it to continue stroking him slow but deep, milking him of every last drop possible.

but he doesn't want to overstimulate - not this time, at least - so he soon releases his hold and runs that hand up jing yuan's belly, smearing cum there as he holds to him, tongue dragging over the abused skin where his teeth had pressed hard. those words.. they make his heart ache, and he breathes softly into jing yuan's hair. ]

I've missed you, too..

[ lack of love was never an issue. it was for love alone that dan feng did what he did, maddened with grief over baiheng, terrified to lose jing yuan.. it had all been too much, his tender, delicate heart unable to take it.

but at least they have this, now, in the end. ]

Upstairs now. You must be aching.

[Aching is an understatement. But the pain is also not unwelcome. It’s not deterring him from wanting to continue. But maybe something a little more gentle next.

He simply hums a response to Dan Feng, hand reaching back to curl in those soft dark strands.]

Not going to take me on the floor next?

[He teases but honesty couldn’t go another round like that. He’ll surely perish if they make an attempt. And so the General takes a few moments to catch his breath, his thoughts spinning in the silence between them.]

Stay with me like this… for a little while. A few days… please.

[He tugs at the dark strands a little harder. There’s a fear that is beginning to fester that he’ll wake up and Dan Feng will be gone.]

Say goodbye to me when you decide to leave… please…

[Because Dan Feng can’t stay here nor can he just live in this house forever, staying out of sight and pretending to be someone he is not. And he… he cannot follow. Such was his choice long ago.]

Please… That’s all I ask of you.

[ no.. he cannot stay here. even if he wanted to, it would be unfair to jing yuan, and unfair to dan heng, as well. it's already a problem that he's been seen by so many people, he cannot allow himself to be seen by more. perhaps come cloudhymn magic will be in order, to disguise his appearance when he leaves..

but the idea of it now - of leaving jing yuan's side, now that they've taken this step - is incredibly painful. there are things he wants to discuss, but.. not right now, not here, like this. perhaps later, when they're tucked warm together in bed, somewhere safe and enclosed and comfortable. for now, however, dan feng carefully pulls out, his cum oozing free as his softened cock slides from jing yuan's abused hole. his lover is an absolute mess, but that's just as well. dan feng's hands are gentle as he tugs the general's pants back up and into place, laces his own trousers, then dips to sweep his discarded coat from the floor. ]

I will. I swear it.

[ he murmurs, then leans and scoops jing yuan right up into his arms with ease.

between the two of them, dan feng is the shorter and slighter, but his strength is great, and he is able to lift his general with ease, scooping him up as if he weighs nothing at all. nudging his nose against jing yuan's temple, he hums. ]

I'll come back down to clean up the mess once you're in bed.

[ his voice brooks no argument. with jing yuan in his arms, dan feng drifts from the room and toward the stairs, up to the bedroom area. ]

[He can’t help how his insides clench tight around Dan Feng’s cock, trying to keep him inside and to prevent the ache of removal but… Obviously they can’t stay connected. Not right now at least.

He does hiss at the sensation, the feel of warm cum slipping out of him. A mess… but he enjoys it. He pushes himself to stand as he’s dressed back up, too tired to bat the other’s hands away. It feels so final… dressing back up.]

A-Feng— [His words are cut off as he’s scooped up quite suddenly and he clings to the other in surprise. He doesn’t fight it, lips simply parted in surprise and eyes wide. He rests his head against Dan Feng’s shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as emotion takes hold again.] I remember…

I remember the last time you held me like this… [It’s all hazy… He only remembers the pain in his body and the worried expressions on both his lovers. Yingxing white as a ghost and a fear in Dan Feng’s eyes he never wanted to see again. And then his world went dark.] You looked so sad then…

I can’t remember why… [He noses against his lover’s neck, breathing in his scent] I’m sorry if it was my fault…

[ dan feng remembers. he feels the sharp pang in his chest as if it were yesterday. the last time he held him like this.. was the last time he held him at all, before this night. jing yuan had been delirious with pain, the air thick with the scent of his blood as dan feng hurried him to the healers, his own energy having been too spent to see to a wound of that magnitude. aeons, he'd been terrified, and so, so sure that their time together would have been cut tragically short. in a way, he wasn't wrong.

the weight of it all had simply been too much. the knowledge that yingxing would die young. the loss of baiheng. the possibility of losing jing yuan too soon.. he was in danger of losing nearly everyone he had ever loved; the dragon delirium had taken him with ease.

but for now, he banishes those thoughts. his time with jing yuan is woefully short, he doesn't want to spend it thinking too much about the past. ] Don't be sorry. Not for anything. [ he says gently, while carrying him over the threshold and into his room, then right into the bathroom where he carefully sets jing yuan at the edge of the tub. leaning down, he cups his lover's face, then kisses him softly, slowly, nudging their noses together. ]

You can get cleaned up, I'll see to your office.

[ he says, smoothing his fingers through jing yuan's hair before drawing away and whisking from the room. ]

[Ah, he should probably be sorry for some things but he lets it go for now. Mostly because he has to. Dan Feng takes him to his bathroom, kisses him and leaves him.

He’s too sluggish to reach out to him and stop him. Office be damned… He has the thought of going back down the stairs just to be the brat Dan Feng remembers but… To make that trek with the aches he’s currently feeling is unappealing. Tempting but unappealing.

So he simply gets a bath ready, filling it with hot water soothing oils. He then strips his clothing off and sinks into the water. It feels good as a warm bath always does. Especially on his aching entrance. He rests his arms on the edge of the tub and his chin on top of them, eyes on the doorway waiting for his old lover to return to him.

And in classic Jing Yuan fashion, and a habit that has not left him at all, he dozes off in his wait. Cheek tucked comfortably in the crook of his arm, expression relaxed.]

[ it does not take dan feng long to clean up, to wipe away their mess and straighten jing yuan's desk, before he's returning to find him.. dozing in the bath. of course.

dan feng's mouth curves into a soft smile, and quietly he disrobes, shrugging away the layers of his hanfu and draping them delicately over a towel rod, baring his scarred, scaled skin and the sleek muscle beneath. his softened cocks have long since retracted into his scaled vent slit, though the remnants of their mess still cling to his hips and thighs.

not for long. soon enough, dan feng is stepping into the water and settling behind his old lover, gathering jing yuan up into his arms and easing him back to lean into him, his chin hooking over the general's shoulder. ]

You should rest soon.

[ he chides, knowing full well that they likely will get little rest tonight. there's too much to talk about, too many touches and kisses to savor and indulge in.. ]

[The stirring of the water rouses him slightly and he awakens more fully at being pulled into the other’s arms. He settles comfortably against him, remembering just where he likes to tuck himself.

He tilts his head up to nuzzle into Dan Feng’s neck, sighing contently.]

No.

[Spoken softly yet it is, without question, a little petulant. But there is a coy smile pulling at his lips.]

I can’t waste time sleeping… Every moment must count.

[When they part this next time it must be without regrets or at least much fewer than before.

He nips at the skin within reach debating if he should actually bite. There is a gentle throb in his shoulder where Dan Feng sunk his fangs in. That he wants more of. In fact, an unwise thought comes to the forefront of his mind and he doesn’t even hesitate in his request.]

Mark me… before you go, A-Feng.

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