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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[ silence, after all of that fire. dan feng can hardly bear it.

his body tenses, nails pricking jing yuan's scalp, and for a moment there's the urge to bite and claw, to burn him for this pain, to fight. but the pain on jing yuan's expression cuts his heart deep, and dan feng feels a sound escaping his throat, something halfway between a shout and a sob, tears flooding his eyes, blurring the sight of jing yuan's face. would that he were left on that doomed planet to die. would that jing yuan would have allowed him to jump.. ]

Fool.. you're a fool..

[ he whispers, his breath rushing, trembling, before he's pressing closer, their bodies flush, his arms scrambling around jing yuan's shoulders to hug tightly to him.

dan feng was never particularly known for his warmth. he was always a distant sort of man, his position demanded much for him, things he never wanted to give, a mask he was forced to wear, but jing yuan.. jing yuan had been one of the few who saw beneath it, who knew his smile, and how affectionate he could truly be, with the right people, at the right times.

and now, he's holding desperately to him, one hand still fisted in that thick hair, the other snagged in the back of jing yuan's coat, clinging as if he needs him to breathe. ]

[There's really no more words, other than being told he's a fool. Which is fine... But it's the gentle embrace that causes a tremble at first. Then a broken sound followed by... tears.

His hands grip at Dan Feng's robes but he does not tug or pull, just a tight hold as if he's going to vanish on him again. And he might. He just tried to, after all. And he's honestly not sure if that would be easier or harder. He's just tired.

Very tired.

Despite the hold on his hair he manages to lean forward resting his head on the other's shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as if that will stop the tears but all it really does is make them fall harder. And the harder they fall the more erratic his breathing becomes until he's sobbing as if he was young again. Pent up tears from centuries past that have finally weighed too heavy.]

[ and just like that, everything snaps, everything breaks and crumbles, all of their anger and pain crumpling like thin rice paper.

dan feng's breath hitches and shudders, and he holds to jing yuan tightly, squeezing, turning his head to drag his mouth over the general's ear and jawline. now that jing yuan is so close again, pressed so near, dan feng can't resist the ancient pull of the affection he still has for his old lover, despite the terrible pain resonating in his heart. dan feng does not sob aloud, but his tears fall nonetheless, streaking down his face in shining tracks, mingling with jing yuan's own.

how had it all come to this? no, they could not have kept the quintet forever, they would have gone their separate ways in time. yingxing, to his death. jing yuan to his galaxy roving. baiheng to the sky. and yet, in the end, the way things had splintered so utterly, so terribly, so painfully.. it had been bloody, ugly, agonizing, and for long life species like them, it does not feel like ancient history. it feels as fresh as yesterday.

now here they are near the end, in their twilight, brought together again despite all odds, as if fate itself had guided the luofu to that planet.. ]

Yuan..

[ he whispers, his voice thick as he holds the trembling, shuddering man, dragging kisses over his tearstained cheek as his own continue to fall like pearls, his knuckles white with the force with which he holds on. ]

A-Feng--

[He wraps his arms around Dan Feng's shoulders and holds him tight, fingers curling into the back of the robe instead. The tears do not stop or slow no matter how much he wants them too.]

Please just--

[He has no idea what he wants. To feel something that isn't pain. To be close to someone he loved and still loves so deeply. It feels rather unwise to be intimate after everything that was just said but he also can't express how badly he needs his old lover. It'll ease something right now even if it hurts later. And he's expecting it to hurt a great deal. Still, he can't bring himself to ask proper. Shame after some of the things he said and can't even deny that he meant. Because a part of him very much did.

So he simply clings tighter, nuzzling into the other's neck in an attempt to get his breathing under his control.]

I'm sorry... I am...

[And that is something he sincerely means with every part of his heart. That it got this way. That he acted how he has. He wishes, so very much, that things could be different.]

So am I.

[ dan feng's voice is a quiet whisper, something private between them, the expression of pain held in for so long. they have both said things in anger, things in hurt, things that cannot be unsaid but they can, perhaps, be made up for in tears and in warmth, however fleeting this moment might be. hundreds of years have passed.. years spent in agony, old wounds festering that never had the chance to properly heal.

to think that they could heal now.. surely that is a fool's errand, surely it is much too late for that, and yet dan feng clings to him like a ghost from the past, chasing the warmth that they once shared.

drawing back just enough to look into jing yuan's face, dan feng presses their brows together, his face shining with tears, red-rimmed eyes pleading, and as he sinks both hands into jing yuan's hair he knows that this is a mistake, but he cannot stop himself. he presses their mouths together, hot, needful, demanding, his body arching forward like a flower turning its face toward the sun. jing yuan has always been the warmth between them, he's always been the smiling face they came home to, the laughter in their ears - of the three of them, he was surely the heart of their love.

how quickly it had all spoiled..

yet in this moment, things - however briefly - feel right again, and dan feng holds to that rightness like a man starved, for it has been centuries since last he felt another's warm touch, since he experienced sensation that was welcome and sweet. ]

[He finds it hard to look at Dan Feng but he does bring a hand up to try and dry those tears, brushing the rough pads of his fingers along still soft cheeks. He's sorry... It's already been said but he'd say it more if he could get the words out.

His heart skips a beat at the kiss. Lips hot against his and he is quick to melt into it. Lips parting in desperate want. He surges back, eyes fluttering closed, grip tightening. Already pressed back against the desk it's an easy thing to sit on the edge of that, legs wrapping around the waist of his old lover, pulling him further into him.

He misses Yingxing already... Pressed behind him and touching. When he'd be kissed breathless Dan Feng and he would continue while he busied himself elsewhere. But just the one is memorable too. They've had many nights just the two of them. Yingxing lost in the forge and creating something with the most determined focus.

But there is a sad tinge to it too. It reminds him of the night after he was told his parents had become marastruck. They'd never spoken again after he left home. Never forgiven him for his choices. Nothing resolved between himself and them and it was much too late to do anything. He remembers being held tight and kissed sweetly... Promises made that they were certain would never be broken.

The same thing had almost happened again between him and Dan Feng. The old memory makes him hold to the other man tighter, hoping to avoid a repeat of the past. Something he never thought would occur between them. But almost did. By the grace of the Aeons it didn't.

He kisses while whispering Dan Feng's name, the nickname on his lips before he's running his tongue along the seam his old lover's lips. Desperate for more in case this is the last time.]

[ whether or not this will be the last time.. dan feng isn't thinking about that, isn't considering it, he's only thinking about this moment and how wonderful it feels to be kissed again, to be with jing yuan in ways he has messed so terribly. they've spent so long hurling barbs back and forth in anger, but this is far preferable, this is warm and needful and though it is painful as well, it aches in the sweetest way.

jing yuan's lips part, his tongue glides, and dan feng responds in kind, parting his lips and murmuring soft noises that are lost between their mouths as the kiss deepens.

aeons, he needs this, it's a balm to his cracked and weeping soul. surging into the kiss, dan feng dips his tongue to taste his partner, his old lover, his hands tightening in jing yuan's hair to keep him close, desperate not to lose this thing they have finally regained, however fleeting it may or may not be.

jing yuan's legs snap tightly around his narrow hips, and dan feng feels his heart skip, his pulse skyrocketing as his body rolls fluidly forward, sliding against jing yuan's, soaking up his heat. dan feng has always run cool, he remembers how often he would love to be pressed between his lovers, held close, they were always so wonderfully warm and he basked in the feeling like a lizard under the sun. and now he holds to jing yuan again, pressing against his warmth, fingernails grazing his scalp. ]

Bedroom -

[ he whispers harshly, both hands seizing jing yuan's thighs and squeezing, though he can't bring himself to break the kiss even for a moment. ]

[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...

Edited 2024-02-11 11:33 (UTC)

[ 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.

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