i want that can't sleep love

[loong]

[ 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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[loong]

[ good? the xianzhou's finest poets could not find the words to express dan feng's absolute pleasure, nor describe the heat that sears his bones. it is exquisite, blinding, twisting his insides up in ecstatic knots. he cares for them both so deeply, and it only heightens his bliss, the movement of their bodies around him a privilege he nearly feels unworthy of. ]

Yes, yes - [ he whispers, feeling jing yuan's smile against his throat as those hips move behind him, rocking slowly against him. too slowly. dan feng shudders. ] Please, I..

[ what he is begging for he does not know - only more, more, more. jing yuan's hands move over his body, warm and callused, dan feng's skin and scales jumping beneath them as he mouths along phel's throat. they will be the end of him, surely. his arm around aphelios holds fast, his hand smoothing over his husband's swollen belly and up toward his chest to cup a tender breast, kneading gently. despite how insane he feels, he remembers how sensitive aphelios is right now; he cannot be rough.

mouth pressed to dan feng's tapered ear, jing yuan begins to move his hips properly now, his position behind them both giving him the most freedom of movement, and so he takes advantage of it, fucking dan feng deeply, establishing a steady rhythm that sends dan feng skyward, pushing his hips forward until his cocks slide further into his husband's greedy holes. half delirious, he moans against phel's pulse, thumbing over a pink nipple, the grip of aphelios's body enough to drive him out of his mind. ]

[heartsteel]

[ every part of aphelios feels electric with pleasure, every nerve ending singing with joy and sensation. each of jing yuan's thrusts pushes dan feng forward into him, and each rock of aphelios' hips backward pushes dan feng back toward jing yuan; the way dan feng moans and gasps and almost whines is more than enough to let aphelios know that their designs are having the desired effect, that dan feng is half out of his mind with pleasure. just as he hoped for, just as he wanted for his husband—for him to be well taken care of, well held. that aphelios is also being fucked out of his wits is really just a bonus.

but he is, indeed, being rendered witless. each slide of dan feng's cocks inside him drives a noise from his throat, a gasp or grunt or whimper as the ridges and bumps along the shaft scrape against his sensitive, tender walls. aphelios is so sensitive, this far along in his pregnancy, and every single breath he draws in makes him feel as though he's on the verge of a climax that never quite crests, pleasure building and building within him, leaving him dripping wet and panting and squirming in the throes of it.

dan feng's fingers are gentle and insistent at his nipple, and it doesn't take long before his body responds, a slow leak of milky fluid there as he's coaxed to greater and greater heights. something about the enjoyment, the relaxation, the hormonal awareness of his husband's closeness—aphelios doesn't know what's responsible, but he knows he meant it when he warned jing yuan that sex with him is a messy affair right now. ]

Oh, fuck, [ aphelios breathes out, barely able to catch his breath. ] I'm so close, you both feel so fucking good, don't stop...