loong | i want that can't sleep love

i want that can't sleep love

[ truth be told, dan feng is a little bit nervous.

they've been waiting to try this for quite a long time, after all, and with the kemmering finally approaching, well.. what better opportunity could there be? his mate's heat will stimulate dan feng's own rut, they'll both be at their most fertile, there's no reason not to at least give it a chance. no reason to be pessimistic, however low the chances might be. if they don't try, the chances will always be zero.

dan feng has made everything as comfortable for them as possible. their shared sprawling penthouse is clean, dinner is prepared, and anything they could possibly need or want is laid out. he's cleared out a space in their sunken common area, and lined it with thick blankets, pillows and cushions, like a nest, so they can be close to the kitchen and bathroom if necessary, and they can enjoy the view of the city together. there's even a bottle of white wine chilling in a silver bucket on a low table, beside two glasses.

he's dressed lightly, in simple hanfu, one pale green robe with a sash, his feet bare and his hair loose, all ornaments and jewelry removed and laid aside.

when aphelios arrives home, he will find dan feng sitting comfortably in the nest in the half lotus position, eyes closed as he meditates, eyes closed, and in his lap.. are several soft, beautiful, pearlescent eggs wrapped in silk, and kept close to absorb his warmth. he breathes deeply, calming and centering himself as he waits. ]

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[ aphelios feels perfect beneath him, so warm and welcoming, soft and yielding, and dan feng feels a shudder sweep down when their bodies lock together, his hips fitting so easily between his husband's legs. they kiss deeply, wanting, dan feng's lips parting and coaxing phel's apart in return, licking into his mouth to taste the crisp flavor of wine there, and he can feel his chest and throat constricting with thick emotion that threatens to choke him. vidyadhara mate for life, after all, and his affection for aphelios is incredibly intense, dan feng hoards him like a dragon over gold, jealous and grasping.

silk whispers against silk as they move, as his hands locate the sash holding aphelios' hanfu closed, deftly undoing the loose knot to allow the fabric to fall open. dan feng's body tends to run cool, but aphelios is always incredibly warm, and he can't help but to arch into that heat, seeking more, hips rocking forward in an excruciating grind, sweet friction making heat bloom between his thighs. he shrugs his shoulders when phel's hand slips beneath his collar, allowing the fabric to roll away from his skin.

they spend a considerable amount of time just like this - kissing, touching twisting together, breathing one another's air, and enjoying the sweet slide of skin against skin until dan feng finds his patience growing thin, his cocks aching between his thighs, dripping thick beads of pearly pre against his husband's abdomen with every rock of their hips.

he can feel the way that aphelios' body has changed, the wet heat between his thighs is incredibly alluring, and he cannot help his low groan when his lower cock slides against those enticing folds, grinding against the swollen bud of his clit. reaching between their bodies, he walks his fingers down to touch, spreading the lips of his cunt, dragging the pads of his fingers through the dewy moisture there, two long digits sliding easily inside. ]

[ their bodies move together in a rhythm they've long since perfected. the heat of aphelios' skin and the coolness of dan feng's, the way his cocks harden and rub over the swollen heat of phel's cunt—he all but whimpers the first time he feels that friction right across his clit, his whole body shivering with pleasure. sometimes, aphelios feels like the skies must have put him on this earth just to be with dan feng—why else would their bodies fit so perfectly together?

there are still things to focus on, though, so aphelios tries not to give himself entirely over to his arousal just yet. his hands shift, pushing dan feng's hanfu over his pale shoulders and then dropping down to unfasten the sash holding the rest of the robe closed. the silk flutters luxuriantly around them and aphelios guides dan feng down to kiss him again, rocking his hips up, thighs spread so that dan feng can feel as much of his heat and wetness as possible.

it's only when those cool fingers slip down to spread him open that aphelios draws away from the kiss with a quiet gasp, his head dropping back as his cunt flutters and clenches around dan feng's digits. he's so wet, overheated, so sensitive, as he always is when kemmering—his body begging to be fucked, to be bred. ]

Dan Feng... [ his hips rock in minute little shifts, unconscious as if he's trying to take those long fingers deeper. his own hand slides down over his stomach to rub teasingly at his own clit. ] Mmh, feels good.

[ of course it does. dan feng has long since learned how to play aphelios' body like an instrument, knows every single sensitive place to touch to make him come completely undone. phel's fingertips circle his clit and his cunt throbs with heat and a fresh surge of slickness. he feels as ready as he'll ever be to take the eggs—although if dan feng wanted to fuck him first, aphelios certainly wouldn't say no. who knows? dan feng's cock is significant, after all, and maybe having it inside him first will make the passage even easier. ]

[ aphelios is so wonderfully sensitive like this, eager for every touch, responsive to every kiss, and dan feng feels himself settling into it with ease, wrapped up in his husband's need, his own body tightening in reply. it's not uncommon for phel's kemmer to awaken his own rut, and he feels his own need curling hot against his insides like an iron fresh from the forge.

but that won't keep him from his task. his fingers continue their work, sinking deep into aphelios's cunt, right to the last knuckle, feeling those tight, slick walls envelop him, pulsing with his husband's complete desire. he groans low and rough, both cocks twitching, aching, his hips hitching forward. ]

You feel exquisite.. [ he whispers, while his fingers pump in and out, slowly, steadily, the way made so slippery by phel's arousal. ] I want to fill you up.

[ and he will, for aphelios is on the right track - a good, deep fuck will not only add to the intimacy of the moment, it will loosen him up as well, making it easier to slip the eggs in with less pain. for now, his kisses move along aphelios's jaw, then down his soft throat, where he sucks a faint mark, sharp teeth grazing his pulse. a pulse of need lances down his spine and through his cocks, and dan feng slips his fingers free at last in order to take the lower one in hand, giving it a few deep strokes before he's dragging the tip between the welcoming folds of his cunt. ]

Are you ready?

[ even just those two fingers moving inside him are more than enough to have aphelios whimpering with need, his breath hitching in the back of his throat as his hips shift into the touch. his thighs quiver and his head falls to the side as dan feng's mouth moves over his jaw and throat, teeth grazing over his pulse. what feels like an age ago, the very first time dan feng had ever witnessed aphelios' kemmering, he had been almost embarrassed by how needy and desperate he became—not so, any longer. now he relishes it.

even though he knows why dan feng removes his fingers—and, indeed, knows that what's to come will feel even better than those fingers did—aphelios can't help a vague noise of disappointment as they slip free of his cunt. he pushes himself up on his elbows, still trapped in the soft silk of his hanfu, and looks down his body to where dan feng is rubbing the tip of his cock over the sensitive lips of his cunt. ]

Gods, yes. [ phel laughs breathlessly, overwhelmed for a moment by how vastly he loves dan feng and how right it always feels to make love to him. ] Please—I need you.

[ and as if to underscore his point, aphelios draws his thighs up a bit, exposing himself further and making it even easier for dan feng to slip inside him. just a little bit, just the tip of his lower cock, but still enough to make phel moan and drop back down to the blankets, his hands moving to reach for dan feng's waist. ]

[ aphelios is, as always, acutely aware of how to drive him wild, and the way he spreads his thighs makes dan feng's body tighten up in hot anticipation, the tip of his cock popping in easily for how wet his husband is. that's all it takes for him to need more. that sweat, breathless little laugh only drives him further.

without further hesitation, dan feng pushes in deeper, guiding himself with his hand, until he's able to take over with his hips alone, arching as he rolls forward to fill him entirely.

a sharp gasp wrests free, and dan feng's gaze flashes momentarily white as his cock is enveloped by the warm, wet heat of his husband's cunt, pleasure washing over him in an irresistible wave. gods, but that's good. he never tires of fucking aphelios, but when they're both so desperately sensitive it's even better than usual, when they're both so focused on this important, lifechanging task together.. making love to him with the purpose of breeding has its own particular flavor.

lowering himself, dan feng rests his weight on his elbows, planted at either side of aphelios' head, his tail lashing, coiling around one of his husband's thighs to help keep them spread as he begins to move. ]

You're perfect.. [ he whispers, seeking another kiss, then another, as he begins to build a deep and needful rhythm, his upper cock grinding between their bodies with every roll of his hips. ] I can't wait to fill you up..

[ a raw, desperate groan wrests free of aphelios' throat as dan feng pushes into him, his cock stretching aphelios open and making him ache. it doesn't hurt, though—it's the familiar, appreciable stretch of his husband's cock, and it drives phel absolutely wild, his breath coming quick and his thighs shaking under the coil of dan feng's tail. his muscles ripple, clenching around the thick length inside him, and his hands slip under dan feng's hanfu to press against his lower back, fingers curling against the muscle there and nails dragging over skin.

and then dan feng moves. all at once, aphelios feels overwhelmed by sensation, by pleasure—that first deep thrust drives a cry from him, and he feels lightheaded with need as dan feng's upper cock grinds against his clit, leaving a sticky trail of precum on his lower belly. as sensitive as he gets like this, it will surely come as no surprise that phel is suddenly poised on the edge of climax—he's usually one for multiple orgasms anyway, and even moreso when he's essentially in heat. ]

Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come, [ aphelios mutters right against dan feng's mouth, then kisses him, deep and thorough, his tongue curling into his husband's mouth. he arches his back almost unconsciously, his hips rocking to meet the rhythm dan feng sets for them. ] Nngh, a-ah—don't stop, don't stop, I'm coming—

[ and come he does, with a moan he muffles against dan feng's throat. his cunt throbs and clenches and floods wet all over again, slick dripping from him with every one of dan feng's thrusts and making wet trails over his ass and inner thighs. as ever, aphelios' orgasm is deep and intense and he shakes with the pleasure of it, but even as he starts to come down from his peak he can feel his cunt relaxing and his womb with it, tension bleeding from him and allowing his body to prepare to welcome their breeding.

leaning up for another kiss, phel sneaks one hand in between their bodies as dan feng continues to thrust inside him. he uses it to cover that smaller upper cock, pressing it down against his own belly, giving dan feng something to grind against as he moves inside aphelios. ]

I can feel it. [ drunk on pleasure, aphelios whispers back to dan feng, his cheeks flushed and his gaze bright as he looks up at him. ] My body... I can feel it getting ready for you. [ he presses his palm a little more firmly, right atop where the eggs will sit. ] Fill me, my love... I want it, I want my womb full of your eggs and my cunt full of your seed...

[ they've been together long enough now that dan feng can read aphelios' body quite easily, can tell just how sensitive he is by the way he moves and gasps, and in how his cunt clenches and flutters all around him, pulsing with increasing speed as he quickly draws close to an orgasm.

it's all right, dan feng will never complain about making his husband come multiple times in a night, and right now he must be feeling so incredibly sensitive that just being filled with the hot girth of dan feng's cock is more than enough to get him there. it's flattering, and in many ways comforting to know that even after a decade together, they still want each other as if it were the first time all over again. as if they were young lovers, deeply infatuated, willing to do anything to see one another as much as possible. those days had been lovely, but dan feng thinks that he likes this even better. the commitment. the long-lasting love.

as for dan feng, he holds off, keeps himself in check, biting his own lower lip hard to ground himself, for it would be all too easy to follow aphelios right off of that cliff - the way his cunt spasms and clenches is almost too much. but he's a stubborn man, and he snaps his hips forward, sinking deep, right to the root of his cock, and holding there.

but aphelios, perfect and beautiful and alluring as he is, certainly makes it difficult to hold back. with those sweet, filthy words, and that hand clamped over his second cock, dan feng knows full well that he is surely doomed to finish earlier than he might want to. but not yet. not yet. ]

I can't wait to see you, so full of my eggs.. [ he whispers, and begins to move again, fucking deep into aphelios' body and fingers both, groaning his pleasure with each and every thrust. ] To watch you grow round with our children..

[ the idea still feels like a dream, but they are committed to this path, no matter how many times they need to try. his husband is fertile right now, so ready to receive, there is no better time to fill him with his eggs than now. precum rolls hot from his tips, smearing his husband's belly, and it isn't long before his rhythm is speeding up, growing more and more erratic as he fucks him deeply, fully, feeling his cunt stretch around him with every desperate thrust. it won't be long now, which is clear in the way his abdomen tenses, in the rough moans he breaths against phel's soft mouth. ]

[ oh, dan feng knows well that it makes aphelios crazy when he does that—when he pushes all the way into phel and stays there, unmoving, just letting aphelios really feel the heat of him, the weight of his cock inside phel's body. it makes him squirm and pant, his cunt clenching in helpless needy waves, at once desperate for dan feng to move and hoping that he doesn't. aphelios wraps his legs around dan feng's hips, locks his ankles behind dan feng's back and holds him deep inside, shuddering at the sensation until dan feng starts to move again.

there's a part of him that wants to tease dan feng, something like will you still think i'm pretty when my belly is full of your growing babies?, but the truth is he already knows. he knows that dan feng finds him beautiful, and also knows that dan feng will more than likely find him even more beautiful no matter how his body changes—that the simple fact of aphelios carrying dan feng's children will make him even more devoted, if such a thing is even possible.

so instead, phel just leans up to kiss dan feng again and again, moaning in return as dan feng fucks him deeply, fucks into his cunt and his hand. he whispers, ] I want that, I want it so bad, baby, [ and thumbs over the head of dan feng's smaller cock, using the steadying grip of his thighs against dan feng's hips to tilt his hips up into each of those intense, perfect thrusts.

breed me, his body almost seems to be saying. i'm ready, i'm ready, i am a warm fertile land where your seed can grow. i will give you the children you dream of, no matter how long it takes. ]

[ dan feng's deep, throaty moans are muffled between their mouths, all words now swallowed up as the pace increases, filling the space with the filthy wet slap of their bodies together as they make love, fucking like newlyweds, so hungry for one another that it makes his mind spin, his thoughts nothing but static cotton. all he can think about is aphelios, his love, his heart, how good it feels to be inside of him, how desperately he wants to breed him full to bursting.

while his coiled tail holds one of aphelios' thighs, dan feng hooks his elbow beneath the other, hiking it higher to open his cunt up even further for him, slick and pre gushing between them as his pace grows more and more frantic. their silks are damp with dewy sweat, barely clinging to their bodies, hanging from their elbows, clinging. his husband offers himself so freely, tilted up toward him, welcoming every deep, fulfilling thrust of his cock.

holding on any longer is a futile endeavor. the kiss breaks, and dan feng tosses his head back, dark hair sticking to his pale throat as he gulps in a gasp. his gut tightens up, hips stuttering, and he comes in a heady rush, pumping aphelios' sweet cunt and waiting womb full of wave after wave of spend. both cocks twitch, and the upper spurts a fresh wave of cum, sticky and slippery against his husband's stomach, making a mess of him as he continues to grind their bodies together, wanton moans riding on every ragged exhale. ]

I love you..

[ he whispers, rough and harsh, the pleasure crashing over him threatening to drown him, pulling him into dark depths, clawing hot at his insides. he folds at last, sinking down against aphelios, only barely holding his weight on one elbow, arms trembling with the effort it takes not to collapse his weight fully. ]

[ even though dan feng's skin is cool, his spend inside aphelios feels like liquid gold, molten hot. it makes aphelios moan again, his cunt twitching and thighs shivering as he's treated to pump after pump of his husband's seed, filling his cunt and dripping hot and sticky over his lower stomach. gods, but it feels good, the mess of it, the fullness—he feels so full, contentedly so. ]

I love you too... [ aphelios tips his head to press his lips to dan feng's temple, fingers stroking through the mess of his long, dark hair and then down his back, over the thin, clinging fabric of his robe. ] I love you so much.

[ and, as they both expected, their lovemaking has indeed relaxed phel beyond even what dan feng's fingers could accomplish. he feels utterly sated, tension evaporating from his muscles and leaving him a quivering mess of little more than pleasure and raw nerves. perfect, aphelios thinks. dan feng is perfect for him—they're perfect together, as they always have been.

although there is some time sensitivity to their task, aphelios thinks there's still no great urgency just yet. at the very least, they should have time enough for this: for him to cup dan feng's face in both hands and tilt it so their lips press together for a slow, languid kiss, deep and thorough and full of absolute adoration. he takes his time with it, licking into dan feng's mouth, letting their tongues slide and curl together. he can never really get his fill of kissing dan feng, but at least by the time they separate, aphelios feels more or less satisfied.

he drops his head back to the soft blankets of their nest and smiles up at dan feng, flushed and beatific. ]

Will you put them inside me? [ if he extends his arm at just the right angle, aphelios can very nearly brush his fingertips over the silk that still covers the clutch of eggs, where they're sitting off to the side of their joined bodies. ] I think I'd like if you did it... at least the first one.

[ dan feng is glad for the kiss, for he is not ready to part just yet. for all that their sex life is healthy, there are times when one or both of them is so busy with their work that they're simply too tired to fool around, so every encounter is worthwhile, and certainly memorable. he's not ready to pull out, wants to remain couched inside his husband for as long as he is able to, to feel the steady pulse of his cunt all around his cock, even as he slowly begins to soften and retract. they're an absolute mess of spend and slick, and the air is thick with the scent of sex and aphelios' kemmer, dan feng is happy to laze in it for awhile while they kiss.

and it's a good kiss, deep and languorous, one of his hands slipping into phel's soft, short hair while the other smooths over his warm thigh, firm beneath his palm. they break apart, and he hums his satisfaction, nipping gently at his husband's lower lip before pulling back to look into his face. ]

I would be happy to.

[ he says gently, before he's (regrettably) tipping his hips back, pulling out in an obscene gush of still-warm fluid, but rather than immediately reaching for the eggs, dan feng begins to kiss his way down aphelios' body. his mouth moves over warm skin, dragging down his chest and lower, down his tense abdomen until he's nestled comfortably between his husband's supple thighs.

while his left hand reaches to gently lift one of the palm-sized eggs, dan feng lowers his head, his tongue snaking out to slide against aphelios' swollen clit, pressing a kiss there as he begins to carefully insert the egg. his husband's cunt is relaxed and so very welcoming, slick labia parting easily to allow the egg to pass, but it's still surely a tight fit. ]

[ aphelios lifts his head at least enough to watch dan feng pull out and begin to kiss down phel's chest, a smile tugging at his lips. sometimes he wishes that he could just keep dan feng's cock buried inside him all night, for the sense of fullness it provides as well as the sense of safety—that his husband is close, that the world is set right. but if dan feng does have to pull out, then at least aphelios gets to indulge in watching his husband kiss down phel's body, over his chest and stomach, to settle between his thighs. really—hate to see him leave, but love to watch him go.

he keeps his head lifted to watch dan feng reach for one of the eggs—beautiful, their shells soft and nearly iridescent, perfect in every way—but finally drops back to the blankets when he feels the shape of it press against his cunt. at first, it doesn't feel like much—little more than the sensation of using a toy on himself, really—but as dan feng continues to apply gentle pressure, pushing the egg further into his body, aphelios starts to really feel the way his cunt stretches around its shape. it's not pain so much as it is a dull ache, and he takes a deep, slow breath and exhales it, relaxing further as he does. ]

Mmh... [ it's not a noise of pain, but it is mild discomfort, and aphelios brings one of his own hands down to press against his lower belly, pressure applied there against the ache of having something so large put inside him. still, when he speaks, his voice is warm and loving, with only a hint of tightness at the edges. the pre-shower painkillers were a good suggestion. ] Hahh—babe, is it... can I, or can you...

[ it's hard to think straight to find the right words, so aphelios slips his hand down a little further to rub fingertips slowly over his swollen, sensitive clit. with his free hand, he signs one-handed, ] Is it okay if I do this?

[ the moment feels unbearably intimate, almost sacred. this process of taking his husband's eggs into his body, and what it signifies for both of them—starting a family, continuing on a bloodline that's in danger of ending... phel doesn't want to debase it by pleasuring himself, if dan feng would rather he didn't. it's just that he thinks that the stimulation might make the passage a little easier, the sensation a contrast against the ache of being stretched. ]

[ dan feng's eyes remain upward, watching aphelios' face for any signs of pain, listening closely to his breathing, his voice. he expects for there to be discomfort at the very least, even a little pain - laying the eggs had certainly left dan feng quite sore himself - but he nevertheless hates to see his dearest one in pain. he's a dragon, after all, naturally protective of his things, and aphelios is more precious to him than any pearl or hoard. ]

Please. Allow me.

[ he says softly, and nudges aphelios' hand away with his nose, to swiftly take his place.

the stimulation and pleasure will surely help to ease the eggs inside, so dan feng wastes no time at all, his soft, wet tongue lapping over his husband's hardened clit, rolling it in slow circles as he presses the egg deeper still.

he can taste himself on that delicate skin, his cooling cum clinging to his husband's cunt and clit, and dan feng dutifully cleans it away, laving at his soft outer lips, still stretched wide around the egg, before returning to his clit and closing his lips around it, suckling sweetly. ]

Deep breath.

[ he whispers, breath rushing between aphelios' thighs as he gives one final, firm push, urging his womb to accept the first egg. ]

[ it's so much better when it's dan feng's tongue instead of his own fingers—always, but especially now, as the egg slips deeper and aphelios feels his womb dilate and stretch to accept it. the pleasure of having dan feng's lips around his clit, sucking softly and teasing at its head, does plenty to drown out the ache of being stretched, but it's still a strange feeling and more than a little overwhelming.

dan feng tells him to breathe. aphelios takes a deep breath, then starts to exhale, and as he does he feels a sharp stab in his lower abdomen, the first spike of real pain he's felt so far—he makes a noise through clenched teeth, a bitten-back groan of discomfort—and then he feels it, something inside him giving way, feels the egg slip through and settle into place inside him. the pain vanishes, the ache abates slightly, and aphelios is left panting softly, his cunt clenching faintly around its sudden emptiness. ]

Oh. [ his palm is still pressed against his lower belly, and aphelios stares up at the ceiling for a moment, then lifts his head up again so he can look down at dan feng. ] I have... I have your egg inside me.

[ he sounds awed, astonished. phel's eyes are wide, and as he locks gazes with dan feng, he can't help but grin helplessly as his eyes fill with happy, emotional tears. it's obviously not the most comfortable process, but aphelios never doubted that the rewards would be worth it, and he's beyond glad to be proven right. ]

Will you do the rest? [ okay, so maybe he said "at least the first one," but now that they've managed the first one, aphelios is sure that he wants dan feng to do the rest too. it's somehow easier when it's his husband's sure touch guiding the process, when it's his husband's mouth on his clit and hand and tail on his thigh. ]

[ there's no real way to go about this without pain, which is why he'd suggested the initial painkillers, but still, it makes his heart ache to know that his beloved is hurting. his expression softens, brow tightening with concern..

.. but aphelios soldiers through it without issue, and when those pretty eyes fill with shining tears, dan feng feels his entire chest clench up with the intensity of his emotions, his love, his devotion. smoothing one hand up his husband's abdomen, he pauses with a palm over his womb, massaging gently, a rare smile curving his mouth - but then, he is always smiling for aphelios. ]

I'd be more than happy to.

[ he says softly, crawling upward to press a kiss to aphelios' soft mouth, giving him a brief reprieve so they can celebrate a little bit. this is only the beginning of a long and potentially disappointing, devastating road, but they've taken another step along it, which is a welcome feeling. pressing soft, warm kisses to phel's mouth and jaw, dan feng purrs gently against his ear, while reaching for the second egg. ]

Tell me when you're ready for the rest.

[ there's something about that little gesture, the press of dan feng's palm against his stomach to massage gently above his womb. aphelios presses his own hand atop it, then takes a shuddering breath not unlike a sob, then laughs breathlessly as he leans back against the blankets. they're tears of wonder, of absolute devotion, tears for how happy he is to be taking this next step with his husband, this dragon he loves more than life itself—not a single bit of it is sorrow or upset, and aphelios hopes dan feng can tell.

when dan feng crawls back up to press their mouths together, aphelios draws him close with steady hands, returning each of those sweet, soft kisses. it's only a momentary reprieve, but it's wonderful to be able to take dan feng in his arms even if briefly, to hold him and kiss him and really let him feel how happy aphelios is. ]

I'm ready. [ he cups dan feng's face in both hands and gazes up at him, studying his lovely features with an unconscious little half-smile. ] It isn't bad, my love. It hurts a bit but it's nothing I can't handle.

[ and if it did hurt, if it was too much for him to take, aphelios would say so—he trusts dan feng entirely, and would never hide his pain. he only wants dan feng to be reassured that even if the ache makes aphelios groan here and there, he still wants to continue. and as if to underscore his point, aphelios spreads his thighs a little, encouraging. ]

It... actually, [ and here he does get a little shy, his face flushing as he admits, ] it feels... good. Especially when your mouth is on me. Even when it hurts, it feels good.

[ at those returned kisses, at his husband's sheer and obvious glee, dan feng cannot help but smile.

displaying his emotions openly has never been an easy thing, for dan feng. it was highly discouraged when he was high elder, and all the while he lived his life on the luofu, he was treated with reverence and respect, treated as a powerful figure, a fierce dragon, but never a person with feelings and thoughts of his own. he had been encouraged to be cold and distant, and it wasn't until meeting the quintet that dan feng began to slowly open up. and after all of that -

well. those aren't thoughts worth entertaining right now, in this joyous moment. more importantly, aphelios had taught him how to smile all over again, how to feel warmth and happiness unabashed and without shame. without him, dan feng's life would be so much colder, so much emptier.

at any rate, phel's sudden shyness is quite cute, and dan feng's expression softens as he chuckles, nudging their noses affectionately together. slipping down his body again, dan feng presses a kiss to aphelios' abdomen, just above where his egg is nestled, before he lifts his head. ]

Good. I want it to feel good for you. Children are meant to be conceived in pleasure, after all, aren't they?

[ that's certainly how it works for most creatures, and aphelios deserves only the best. setting to work again, dan feng takes several long moments simply to tend to him, kissing along the crease of his thigh, tongue dragging over puffy folds, slow and soft, before he's mouthing at his clit again, flicking it beneath his tongue. only once he's sure that his husband is aroused and relaxed again does he lift the next egg, and begin to carefully press it inward. ]

[ seeing his own joy reflected in his husband's face puts aphelios so at ease, he's not sure he'll ever have the words for it. it's a perfect kind of relaxation, the kind that suffuses him all the way down to his soul, leaving him beaming as dan feng kisses his way along phel's chest and stomach again.

the kiss he presses to his lower abdomen, just above his womb, makes aphelios blush again, this time with love and tenderness. ]

I believe so~

[ and it is a pleasure, despite the discomfort. there's the physical pleasure of his husband's lips and tongue, of course, but there's also something more primal than that—the emotional pleasure of knowing what his body is capable of, knowing that he can take his husband's eggs into himself to nurture and sustain them.

it doesn't take long for dan feng to coax him to arousal again, as skilled as he is with aphelios' body, and after only a minute or two, aphelios is slick and relaxed again, taking that second egg into his body. perhaps because he knows what to expect, the second one feels easier somehow—he feels his cunt stretch around it and knows how to breathe through the ache, lets it be soothed by dan feng's tender attentions to his labia and his clit.

this time, when that sharp pressure comes, the stab of pain in his lower belly, aphelios exhales into it, and this time, combined with the way dan feng suckles gently at his clit, the pressure is almost... arousing. at the very least, when the egg sinks inside his womb at last, it leaves him shivering, leaves little jolts of pleasure sparking in his cunt as it clenches around dan feng's fingers. ]

Just like that, [ aphelios murmurs, reaching down to brush his fingers through his husband's hair. his other hand stays pressed to his lower belly above his womb, an almost unconscious touch, exploring the way he's starting to feel full in a completely different way than the usual fullness of having dan feng's cock inside him. ] Again, just like that. It didn't hurt as much this time.

Mmm..

[ dan feng hums his appreciation, the sound vibrating through lips and tongue, all through his tender clit as he continues to lap at it almost languidly, suckling the firm bud into his mouth so he can roll it against his tongue.

two eggs in, two more to go. so far this is going wonderfully. there is pain, but it doesn't seem to be excruciating, and aphelios seems to be growing accustomed to it easily enough, now that the initial stretch has been completed. gently palming another egg, dan feng lifts his gaze to his husband's face, watching the pleasure play across his lovely features as he begins to press the third egg inside.

lifting his free hand, dan feng smooths it over aphelios' abdomen before lowering it, his thumb smoothing through sparse dark hair and dipping down, gently rolling the hood of his clit back to expose the sensitive head, flushed and eager for him. his tongue flicks across it in measured strokes, careful and almost teasing while he presses the egg deeper, feeling those welcoming walls begin to envelop it. ]

You're so good for me..

[ he whispers softly, his dark hair brushing aphelios' inner thigh as he dips his head again, dragging the flat of his tongue along his husband's fully revealed clit. ]

[ in response to those vibrations, aphelios exhales a sound that's all pleasure, then mumbles a soft, ] Oh, fuck, [ his thighs trembling slightly with the reverberations even of just that faint sound from dan feng. the quiver only grows more pronounced as dan feng suckles at his clit, his tongue soft and yet unyielding against it, leaving aphelios wet and shivering as that third egg presses to his cunt.

the way dan feng is eating him out feels so good that by now, aphelios frankly doesn't even notice the ache. all he can think about is dan feng's mouth, his lips and tongue; it takes work for phel to stay still, to keep his thighs spread and his back flat against the blankets as dan feng's steady fingers press the egg into him. he's breathing hard, now, his soft pants occasionally ending in whimpers of pleasure, and that's even before dan feng moves his thumb— ]

Ahh! [ dan feng pulls back the hood of his clit to lick the broad flat of his tongue right over its sensitive, swollen head, and aphelio's back arches up off the blankets without any input from his brain. it's such an intense, immediate surge of overwhelming pleasure that he doesn't even feel his womb swallow up this third egg, misses the pain of it entirely as it's drowned out by how thoroughly dan feng's tongue is threatening to take him apart. it's almost too much, except that it's just right, leaving aphelios dazed and desperately aroused, his cunt throbbing and dripping slick over dan feng's hand and wrist.

it's only when dan feng withdraws his fingers that aphelios realizes what's happened, and he squirms a little, his thighs pressing tight to dan feng's shoulders as he forces himself to relax back against the blankets. ]

I'm gonna come with this next one, if you keep that up, [ aphelios says, half promise and half warning. he can already feel the pleasant fizziness of an orgasm beginning low in the base of his spine, and knows that if dan feng keeps licking his clit like that it's not going to take very much at all to push him over the edge. and maybe for the better—there is something a little poetic, after all, about having an orgasm at the same moment that he takes the last of his husband's clutch of eggs.

speaking of. aphelios' hand comes back to his lower belly, where he can just barely feel his stomach rounding out—it's a difference that would hardly be noticeable at all, if aphelios weren't so familiar with his own body and if he weren't specifically looking for such a change. even so, it speaks to the fact of dan feng's eggs filling his womb, and aphelios likes the change. ]

One more.

[ aeons, but he looks so beautiful like this, spread open, flush-faced with his silks still clinging to his elbows, his expression all twisted up in complete pleasure - dan feng is quite sure that he has never been as in love with aphelios as he is in this very moment. ]

One more.

[ as for that little warning, dan feng only smiles, his luminous eyes flashing. making his husband come yet again, with his mouth and fingers alone, is certainly an alluring prospect, and he can't help but think that it would fit nicely as well, that he should reach another orgasm right at the moment the act is finished.

so, naturally, dan feng does not let up. keeping his eyes up, he watches aphelios' face as he lifts the last egg, his fingers all but drenched by his husband's slick, and moves it into place. as he pushes, he closes his lips around phel's fully exposed clit, sucking harder than he had been previously, his entire mouth open over as much of his cunt as he can manage. dan feng's tongue flicks relentlessly, rolling and massaging that tender bud without letting up, while the egg is taken up easily, so easily, sliding deep into aphelios' cunt with hardly any pressure required.

there is no reason to hold back, now. dan feng groans low in his throat, the sound rippling through his tongue as he devours the sweet, slick cunt beneath him, and as the last of the eggs slips into his husband's womb, he keeps his fingers there. surely he won't need the extra stimulation, but dan feng offers it nevertheless, fucking him slow and deep with his fingers, curling them upward to apply pressure to his sweet spot while his mouth and tongue work. it's difficult to keep his eyes open, but he needs to see his husband's face as he comes apart again, driven wild by the biological imperative of his body, and dan feng's ministrations both. ]

[ honestly speaking, aphelios loses track of the egg as soon as dan feng sucks at his clit. the burst of pleasure is so intense it shocks him, makes his whole body ripple with pleasure from the crown of his head all the way to his toes, which curl in the blankets as his thighs flex with indecision. to close against dan feng's shoulders, or to fall further open, letting his husband have his way entirely? in the end aphelios chooses the latter, his thighs spreading wider, feet braced against the ground so he can lift his hips up just a little and press his cunt hungrily against dan feng's mouth.

dan feng groans, and the sound reverberates through aphelios' raw nerve endings, making him cry out with pleasure as the pressure inside him increases. there's more, and more, and more, and along with the pressure the pleasure mounts too, leaving aphelios panting and dizzy with desire. his cunt is throbbing with how badly he wants to come, tightening in helpless waves as he feels the egg press up against the entrance to his womb and stretch the opening wide—and then this last egg, too, slips deeper and settles inside, filling him completely. the relief of it is sweet as honey on aphelios' tongue, and he has a moment, just a spare moment to spend in awe of his body and how willingly it welcomed what may, he hopes, become their babies.

but of course, dan feng is right. he's so on edge, he's been right on the precipice ever since dan feng put his mouth back on his clit, and all it takes is one curl of dan feng's fingers against that spot inside him for aphelios to lose control completely.

climax comes over him like a riptide and then a tsunami, tugging somewhere low in his belly and then washing over him in deep, intense pulses. he cries out with it, writhing against the blankets—his clit is unbearably sensitive and yet he can't imagine pulling away. every stroke of dan feng's tongue, every suck of his lips, every deep thrust of his fingers makes phel's body quake, has his cunt throbbing and clenching and slick dripping from him as he comes.

it takes what feels like a century for the peak to pass, and when it does, aphelios is left quivering and sensitive, his breath hitching and his clit throbbing with aftershocks if he so much as thinks about breathing too deeply. his cunt is sore, and there's a deeper ache inside his womb from how it's been stretched to accommodate the eggs, and aphelios cannot even hope to imagine being more satisfied than he feels right now. ]

Oh, gods, [ he whispers, then shivers again, finally managing to loosen his fingers from dan feng's hair. ] What... the fuck. What the fuck.

[ somehow, by strength of will alone, aphelios manages to lift his head enough to look down his own body at dan feng, still between phel's thighs. he looks—honestly a little shocked by the force of his own orgasm, and yet... still hungry, still greedy for more. he strokes his fingers back through dan feng's hair, fond and adoring. ]

After all that—will you laugh at me if I tell you I want your cock again?

[ was it the most mind-melting orgasm aphelios thinks he's ever had? yes. did it immediately make him want to be filled up and fucked by his husband's cock, so that the seed he spills inside aphelios will serve to fertilize the eggs that may quicken inside him? also absolutely yes. ]

[ not for the first time, dan feng is reminded of how glad he is that they have this entire rooftop penthouse to themselves - aphelios can be as wantonly, shamelessly loud as he wants to be, and they won't be overheard. as if it would stop them in the event that they did have neighbors, but.. it's quite nice to not have to worry about it in the first place.

and ah, those sweet, begging moans, those sharp cries, they are enough to drive a spike of hot arousal deep into dan feng's abdomen, and all the while his husband is falling apart, dan feng does not relent, but continues to eat him out, sucking hard at his clit until it's clear that he can draw no more from aphelios.. at least for the moment. releasing his clit with a soft wet smack, he carefully tends to the rest, dragging his warm tongue along his soft, puffy labia, drunk on the taste of his slick, tinged with his own spend, and the deep, heady scent of him.

at last, dan feng rests his head against his husband's thigh, lifting his gaze up his beautiful body to meet his eyes with a soft smile, though at that request.. he turns his head, nuzzling the inside of his thigh, pressing sweet kisses there, followed by a playful nip. ]

Insatiable, aren't you?

[ he murmurs, but it feels right to end things coupled together again, a capstone on this intimate occasion. besides, he's hard again as it is, fully aroused by the simple act of servicing his mate, why should he allow it to go to waste?

but first, dan feng presses a line of kisses below aphelios' navel, over the gentle rise of his abdomen, now full of his eggs, his womb nicely swollen and snugly full. beautiful. he's so beautiful it makes dan feng's heart ache. he won't keep his husband waiting long, however, and dan feng is soon crawling up his prone body again, pressing his soft thighs apart with both hands so he can rub the ridged underside of his lower cock between the swollen folds of aphelios' well-stretched cunt.

without the use of his hands, dan feng angles his hips, nudging his cockhead against phel's eager entrance before pushing in deep, sliding home with ease for how wet and stretched he already is. yet even still, the fit is wonderfully snug, and dan feng feels a shudder sweep down his spine, his tail lashing behind him. ]

[ aphelios returns that soft smile with a grin of his own, then a soft ooh— as dan feng nips at the sensitive flesh of his inner thigh. ]

For you? Always.

[ his hands are gentle on dan feng's face, watching him press tender kisses over the slightly swollen mound of aphelios' lower stomach. he can hardly believe what it signifies, this small change in his body: the fact that he's carrying his husband's eggs, that they've taken their first step toward trying to start a family.

of course aphelios knows that it might not work, the first time. when they'd first begun to discuss it, dan feng had been clear that if vidyadhara were easy to breed, the bloodline wouldn't be in such a precarious position—aphelios is aware that it may take them several tries to get even one egg to quicken. but just taking the step—just knowing that his body will welcome the eggs, at the very least, that his womb is hospitable to them—it's enough to fill aphelios all over again with sweet, heady adoration for his husband. ]

Come here. [ aphelios' voice is a warm, gentle murmur as he coaxes dan feng in for a kiss, their lips sealing together as his cock presses into phel's slick, well-used cunt. the ridges on dan feng's length rub against his sore insides and make him gasp softly, but it feels so good, so perfect to have dan feng inside him now—like a final promise made between the two of them. ] I love you so much...

[ the intimacy of it is almost too much for aphelios to bear. he hitches his thighs against dan feng's hips and rocks up to meet him, their bodies moving in a sinuous rhythm as their lips meet and meet again. it's perfect, everything about it is perfect—aphelios is borne by the current of it, letting himself be swept along by how deeply and wholeheartedly he adores this dragon in his arms. ]

[ this time, there is nothing rushed about their lovemaking, nothing forceful or needy, it's all love, deep and abiding and all-consuming. aphelios drags him into a kiss, and dan feng goes willingly, pressing their mouths together as their bodies shift together, his husband's hips raised to meet his own. dan feng fucks him slowly, sweetly, filling him entirely with every slow roll of his hips forward, his thick cock fit so perfectly into the irresistibly slick passage of his cunt. ]

I love you, too. [ he murmurs, his voice dropped to a deep, devoted rumble as he licks into aphelios' mouth, allowing him to taste the tang of his own flavor, dan feng's fangs grazing his lower lip gently before his lips part all over again. ] Qin ai de, my lover, my treasure.

[ it had taken work, and no small amount of dedication on aphelios' part for them to come together like this at all, for dan feng to give his aching, guilty heart a second chance, but aeons above, he is so thankful for his husband's tenacity. he did not deserve to be chased by someone so lovely, someone so perfect, certainly didn't deserve his complete and total devotion, but aphelios had chosen to hand him his heart despite it all, and dan feng will care for it like a dragon with its pearl. he won't let go. he will never let go.

a rough moan is swallowed between their mouths, dan feng's hands smoothing over aphelios' sides, over the slight swell of his hips and down his thighs, grasping at warm, yielding flesh. silk and cotton shift together, fabric whispering against fabric, and they move together like water, the rolling waves and swells of a calm sea, and beneath its surface lies an undertow of powerful affection and deep and stubborn love. ]

You feel so perfect for me..

[ his whisper is lost between their mouths, dan feng's abdomen tensing as he rocks forward and holds there, his upper cock pinned between their bodies, his lower filling aphelios to the hilt, allowing him to feel every pulsing inch. ]

i want that can't sleep love

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