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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[ by almost anyone's definition of the word, aphelios could be called a workaholic. he tends to stay late in the studios, tends to bring his work home, tends to let himself get caught up in whatever he's doing, focusing on one song until the words start to swim and he realizes it's been hours since he left his chair, let alone ate. on any normal day, he'll let himself in carrying a bag stuffed with scratch papers, covered in half-intelligible lyrics that he'll start to tease into proper verses while he and dan feng curl up on the couch after dinner.

but today isn't a normal day. today, aphelios left the studio before the sun starts to set; today, he hasn't brought anything home with him, not even a pen that might distract him from the plans he and dan feng have made.

when he was young, aphelios' aunts had always told him that the kemmer would only come regularly when he was ready to bear children—and even then, only when both heart and body were healthy and willing. the better part of a decade ago, in the early days of his and dan feng's relationship, he'd been irregular as anything—sometimes twice a month, sometimes three months without, sometimes triggered by dan feng's rut and sometimes triggering it in turn. it was normal, of course, it only meant they were still getting used to each other.

but that was then. now—and for the last four or five years, even, before they were married—it's come monthly, every twenty-eight days like clockwork. that's how aphelios knows he's ready, both in body and in heart, and why he'd brought up to dan feng the idea of trying to conceive. ]

I'm home. [ he calls out from the foyer as he hangs up his coat and bag. barefoot, phel makes his way through the apartment, following his body's instinctive awareness of his mate's presence until he's standing at the edge of their sunken nest.

looking down at dan feng, aphelios takes him in: his long hair soft and loose, his posture at once relaxed and perfectly precise. the steady rise and fall of his chest, the fold of his legs... and the silk bundle in his lap, translucent fabric just barely revealing the pearlescent shells of the eggs he's holding. ]

Oh, [ aphelios breathes out. he steps carefully down into the nest, then kneels in front of dan feng and rests his hands gently on his husband's knees. already he can feel the stirring inside him that speaks to his body's awakening, his readiness, his willingness to bear for this wonderful man. ] They're beautiful...

[ he hears aphelios arrive, but does not yet open his eyes. instead he focuses on his breathing, inhaling deeply, exhaling slowly, but when his husband speaks his luminous eyes slowly open, the feathered tip of his tail flicking against a nearby cushion. aphelios looks as lovely as he always does, and dan feng's expression softens to see him, some of his flared nerves beginning to settle.

this will be all right. everything will be all right. even if the eggs do not take.. they will still be all right. ]

Welcome home.

[ he says gently, before glancing down toward the eggs nested comfortably in his lap, iridescent even through the sheer silk that holds them. with a soft, muted smile, he drags his fingertips over their soft exteriors. a heat is beginning to rise up his throat and into his ears, his body already responding to his mate's flickering interest. ]

I'm glad you think so. They're for you, after all.

[ they will be. it's worth trying, to aphelios—even if it doesn't take the first time, they'll be okay. they can try again. he wants this so badly, after all... they both do.

he meets dan feng's gaze and returns his smile, soft and warm. just watching the way dan feng's fingertips trail along the soft shells of the eggs is enough to make aphelios shiver with anticipation, some combination of the rising heat inside him with his deep, abiding love for the dragon before him.

he taps dan feng's knee lightly and signs, ] Should I make any special preparations?

[ he trusts dan feng implicitly in this, and will do whatever his husband guides him to do. if he should bathe, or something else... aphelios has of course noticed all of the ways in which dan feng has already prepared their space, so he's asking more after any rituals or anything he should do, himself. ]

My body is already... [ his gestures trail off as he waves vaguely toward his lower half. the physical change had come the night before, so at least he's ready in that regard. ]

[ for a moment, dan feng looks thoughtful. he signs back as he speaks, though he knows full well that phel can hear him just fine, he does it anyway, to keep his knowledge of the language fresh. you lose what you don't use, after all. ]

Dinner is prepared, if you're hungry, and if you'd like a shower, now is the time.

[ they'll be quite busy tonight, after all. ]

You may want some preemptive painkillers as well.

[ the eggs aren't small, after all, it will take some stretching to get them where they need to be, and while dan feng can heal him easily enough after the fact, he won't be able to do anything about the pain when they're actively inserting the eggs. this is meant to be beautiful and intimate, he wants it to be as perfect as possible. with a soft hum, dan feng touches their brows together, then lifts his hands to cradle aphelios' jaw, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another to his lips. ]

Other than that, we should be ready.

[ one of aphelios' hands comes up to cradle the side of dan feng's face as they kiss, brief sweet presses of their lips together. it's perfect, the intimacy and anticipation of it, and aphelios nods once when they pull apart, helpless to do anything but smile in the face of how much he adores dan feng. ]

All right. [ another stolen kiss, and then aphelios sits back. ] I'll be quick.

[ on any other given day, aphelios lives in a state of controlled chaos, but today he's more efficient than he thinks he's ever been before. leaving dan feng to his meditation, he makes his way to the bathroom and pops a couple of painkillers, then jumps in the shower just in case—both to give the pills time to work, and to make sure that he's clean from head to toe. including his cunt, which is already growing sensitive with need.

when he dresses again, it's in clothing similar to dan feng's: a simple hanfu in a pale yellow to match the green of his husband's, his hair dry and soft over his forehead, his feet bare as he makes his way back to the living room. once again, he pauses in the entryway, struck by his husband's beauty. surely they could be married for a century more and aphelios would never stop marveling at it.

he knocks on the doorframe and then asks, ] Do you need to eat too, love?

[ the fact that the eggs are already laid must mean that dan feng did some of the work before aphelios even arrived home, but he imagines that this evening will be demanding for both of them, and he wouldn't have his husband going without. ]

[ while aphelios showers and changes, dan feng continues to meditate, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, centering himself, and pouring as much of his energy as he possibly can into the eggs in his lap. he wants to give them the best chance that they could have to quicken in the womb, to live and grow into strong, beautiful children for them both. all of his thoughts are bent on it.

when his husband returns, dan feng's eyes flutter open at the sound of the knock, and he shakes his head. ]

I ate before you arrived. Please, help yourself.

[ he wants to help, to serve his husband as he deserves, to coddle and spoil him tonight, but the eggs must remain warmed; there will be plenty of time to baby him in the upcoming hours. nevertheless, the sight of him, freshly showered and comfortably dressed is enough to soften dan feng's expression, his endless love burgeoning in his breast.

in the kitchen, aphelios will find fresh sesame stir fry packed with healthy vegetables, and fluffy rice to go with it, and while he serves himself, dan feng leans to pour them both a sensible amount of wine. it's celebratory, and will help to calm the nerves, for dan feng, speaking for himself, knows well that he needs it. ]

[ very well, then—into the kitchen aphelios goes, to serve himself a bowl of stir fry and rice. he sits in one of the bar chairs to eat it, slow and methodical. although he's too anticipatory to really feel hungry, aphelios knows well that he needs to keep himself well cared-for, hydrated and nourished—it's important that his body be welcoming, hospitable, a place where these eggs could quicken and grow. and the food is good, anyway. phel is spoiled by dan feng's cooking, truly.

once he's finished with his dinner, the dishes go in the dishwasher—one less thing to worry about, for the rest of the evening and likely the weekend that follows—and aphelios pads out to finally join dan feng in the nest. he settles in beside dan feng with no intent of leaving, not unless it's with those beautiful eggs inside him.

phel leans down to press a soft kiss to dan feng's shoulder, then the edge of his jaw. ]

I love you. [ his voice is a soft murmur, where his lips press to his husband's cheek. ] And I feel good. Strong, you know?

[ in the discussions that preceded this decision, dan feng had been clear that aphelios shouldn't be too hopeful—that it was no easy undertaking, to bread with a vidyadhara, and that he should be realistic about their chances. aphelios knows that there's a chance only one of the eggs will take, or none at all, and they'll need to try again and again and again before they succeed.

but he'd asked his twin to read the stars for them this morning, and alune had said their chances were as good as they would ever be, so phel can't help a little bit of extra enthusiasm. ]

Should we toast? [ their wine glasses, he means. ] What to?

[ he's glad to see aphelios eat, for he will need the energy for the night to come. dan feng will surely take care of him, and provide him food if necessary, but all the better that he feeds himself now, before they begin.

when his husband settles beside him, murmuring such sweet words, dan feng can't help his smile, nor the way he turns his head to nudge their noses together, soft and sweet. his heart swells with love and pride - pride that he managed to land a partner like phel, someone who has so thoroughly and completely enamoured him. they have been together for so many long years now, and yet every day still feels fresh and perfect, like they're new lovers all over again. ]

I love you, too. [ he says softly, smoothly, his voice lowered, before he lifts both wine glasses, and hands over to aphelios. ] And yes, we should.

[ dan feng hums thoughtfully, but in truth he knows exactly what he would like to toast to. he nuzzles their noses together, presses a kiss to aphelios's nose, then draws back to lift his glass. ]

To our family.

[ now that's a toast that aphelios can give and easily. he lifts his glass and lightly clinks the rim of it against dan feng's. ]

To our family. [ he smiles, helpless to do anything else, and then takes a sip of the wine. it's cool, dry and fruity—it tastes perfect for this kind of celebration. the alcohol will help relax phel, too, and between it and the painkillers he imagines he'll be just fine. at ease, suffused with good wine and his husband's devotion—aphelios doesn't think he'll ever be more relaxed, honestly.

he's eager, yes. anticipatory, absolutely. but there's no part of him that's worried, or afraid, or uncertain. he's as sure of this as anything, knows deeply in his heart of hearts that this—their family—is what he wants more than he's ever wanted anything before.

settled comfortably against his husband's shoulder, aphelios sips his wine until it's a little more than half gone. only then does he finally set it aside and turn to face dan feng again. ]

...What should we do first? [ in this, aphelios is more than happy to let dan feng lead—he has the expertise, after all. ]

[ the wine will go a long way to ease dan feng's nerves as well. he's spent the better part of the last hour in meditation, soothing his body and mind, but a little alcohol will never be remiss. their glasses clink, and dan feng drinks, enjoying the light flavor of the wine before he sets his glass aside. ]

Well.. now we begin, hmm?

[ both hands lift, cupping his husband's face and dipping in to kiss him - softly at first, and then with a little more heat, a little more need, his long fingers slipping into his soft, short hair.

there's no need for intimacy right now, strictly speaking - inserting the eggs won't require it - but that is hardly the point. he wants this to be perfect, to be beautiful, a night full of love and passion and devotion. so he kisses his husband with his full heart, humming softly, before he's carefully gathering up the eggs in their silks, and setting the bundle aside, still within reach.

now, with his lap free, he is able to lean his weight forward, pressing aphelios down into the soft blankets lining their little nest, his hands already beginning to wander, smoothing over the soft fabric of his robe. ]

Now we begin, [ aphelios repeats, his tone reverent.

while the intimacy might not be needed, strictly speaking, phel can't say it goes unappreciated. he likes the way dan feng kisses him, deep and thorough and passionate, like he can't get enough—the same way he's kissed aphelios every day of their relationship, and the same way aphelios is sure he'll keep being kissed for as long as he lives. besides, the kemmering makes him sensitive all over, and so there's a practical aspect to it as well—the more aroused he is, the slicker his cunt, and the more easily the eggs will be able to slip inside.

so he kisses dan feng back with equal enthusiasm, mindful of their bodies but still eager as he spreads his legs to fit his husband's body and arches his back a little, pressing them together. the robe is loosely tied and the fabric falls easily to the side, allowing aphelios' bare thigh to rub up and over the silken fabric of dan feng's hanfu as he hooks it around his husband's hip.

unable to help himself, aphelios lets his own hands wander in return, threading through dan feng's hair and then brushing down his neck, his shoulders, the strong lines of his body. he's memorized every inch, by now, but will never pass up an opportunity to make sure his hands still remember what it feels like to slip under the collar of his robe and trace along his collarbone. ]

[ 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. ]

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