[ although blade knows there's no meaning in the words, knows that dan feng is a dragon inclined to be possessive of his belongings and that being called his doesn't mean dan feng thinks of him as a lover—although he knows all that, he can't ignore the way it makes his chest clench to hear it. would that he could claim dan feng as his lover too, in front of the kingdom and all its witnesses... but it's a dream he's always known was impossible, not something worth dwelling on for longer than the instant's indulgence he allows.
dan feng writhes beneath him, arching, his stomach sinuous as he squirms in pleasure. he's so beautiful it almost hurts to see him, his nipples hard and his skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest... blade, his gaze scraping heavily over every inch of dan feng's skin, makes a resolution in the back of his mind. he straightens up slightly, gripping dan feng firmly by the hips and lifting them off the divan to get a better, deeper angle, the muscles of his back and ass working tirelessly to bring dan feng to climax.
and when he comes, when dan feng cries out and blade feels his vent ripple and flood wet with slick that squirts from him in heavy, sticky gushes, it's then that blade lets loose his grip on his own self control. he leans forward to brace himself with a hand on the armrest, right next to dan feng's head; he thrusts his cock in so deeply it makes dan feng spasm around him, and he comes with a low, rough groan that might once have been dan feng's name, but is now just pleasure made into sound, a noise that tapers off into the harsh panting of post-coital enjoyment.
it's always after his second orgasm that dan feng is most agreeable, so blade takes advantage of the moment. he ducks his head to nose against dan feng's neck, then licks along the salt-sweet skin there, tasting the dew of exertion that has gathered on his throat and collarbones. his lips press in a hot trail over delicate bone and then down to dan feng's chest, where blade takes one perfect nipple between both lips to suck it to firmness. ]
[ the assumption that he is but a dragon hoarding his possessions is not necessarily wrong - things certainly began that way. he has coveted blade since the moment he laid eyes on the man. he's tall and handsome, broad, attractive, strong - he's everything that anyone could ever desire, and dan feng was quite flattered once he quickly understood that the interest was mutual. he was curious. he was adventurous. he liked blade's sharp, burning eyes and his hands callused from work, all of his scars like a woven tapestry, his story written across his skin.
but now.. now he not only desires this, he needs it. he thinks of blade far more often than is proper, and the draconic instinct to keep him as a mate is nearly insurmountable. when they are together like this he feels alive, he feels rebellious and defiant, he feels strong, the master of his own body, his own fate, he feels loved and desired. an addictive draught. things are far more complicated now than they had been when all of this began.
feeling blade spill inside of him satiates a deep, feral sort of imperative within him, the heat of his spend flooding dan feng's body as if claiming him, marking him, and he gives himself over to it entirely. pliant and satisfied, he shivers and hums, panting hard against blade's mouth when he draws near. the desire to kiss him positively burns, hooking in like claws behind his ribs, pulling - but then he feels the drag of blade's tongue against his skin, and dan feng settles, liquid and boneless against the divan, both arms coiling loosely around his broad shoulders. ]
Mmn.. my most loyal guard has satisfied me well.
[ he murmurs, catching his breath as he turns his head, mouthing at the shell of blade's ear, nipping there with a fang. ]
[ the praise earns a low hum in response, pressed against dan feng's sternum as blade's mouth moves across his chest. every inch of him is warm and soft and sweet, and blade wants to taste it all; he closes his lips around dan feng's other nipple and sucks at it, too, until it hardens against his tongue before moving away. he kisses along the curve of dan feng's ribs, drags his tongue along the scales he finds there, and then makes his way back to the center of dan feng's stomach to kiss his way down to his navel. a hot tongue darts inside before blade continues on, attending one by one to each of dan feng's hipbones and then moving even further, kissing over his pubic bone right to the very apex of his vent...
where blade pulls away and moves up dan feng's body again, stretching out on the divan alongside him. it's presumptuous, but every other time before this dan feng has wanted to keep him close after sex, and blade has no reason to think this time will be different. by now his cock has slipped free of dan feng's body, of course, but they're still pressed together chest to thigh, and even when he props his head up on one hand blade's other hand stays busy tracing absent patterns on dan feng's skin with his fingertips. ]
For now, [ blade echoes, with a smile that's a rare moment of teasing. it's not proper for a mere guard to tease the prince, but in these moments when the physical barriers between them are completely erased, it's sometimes difficult for blade to remember that there's a barrier between their statuses as well. ] I'll bet on five minutes before you want me inside you again.
[ there's absolutely no chiding in blade's tone; if anything, he already sounds interested in another round, even if his body will need a little time to catch up. it's the curse of being a short-life species and the only part of blade in which dan feng has ever expressed disappointment, other than his tardiness when summoned: the fact that his body requires a break before he can get it up to fuck dan feng again. ]
[ blade kisses his body like a man possessed, worshiping every inch of him, all skin and pliant scales, and dan feng allows it, humming as he watches through the drifting fall of his lashes. his delicate skin jumps when blade's lips brush sensitive areas, and he drops a hand to smooth fingers through his dark, disheveled hair, pushing it back from those intense, burning eyes.
but then he's pulling away, the tease, and moving back up dan feng's body, but that's just as well. he's still recovering from his orgasm, and regardless of his lack of true refractory period, he's like to enjoy the lovely rolling aftershocks for a few minutes more. blade settles beside him, and it is presumptuous indeed, but a fair assumption, for dan feng has always wanted to keep him near post-coitus ever since the first time they fell into one another. ]
Mm. Maybe three.
[ he teases right back, his usually sharp eyes soft, his body warm and pliant as he turns onto his side and presses in close, watching blade's charming smile, meeting his eyes. ]
The moon is particularly bright this evening.
[ it isn't. its pull on him is no stronger or weaker than it ever is, but dan feng does not want to admit aloud how fond he has become of blade, of these visits. he likes the man a great deal, far, far more than he should, his affections easily veering into dangerous territory, but that won't stop him. dan feng has few very real freedoms, and as of yet he has not been married off, so until that moment he will give himself to whomever he chooses. it's a liberating feeling, and he pointedly does not think about the fact that this thing between them must be temporary. lifting his hand, dan feng drags his fingertips along blade's jaw, then over the purse of his lips, watching him. ]
[ if dan feng says the moon is bright this evening, then the moon is bright this evening. blade would never question his prince, not least of all when he's still soft and gentle and post-coital, their bodies pressed warmly together and dan feng's tail curling idly around one of blade's calves. dan feng could say he hung the stars in the sky and blade would agree without question, so taken is he with the dragon in his arms.
but to be asked to spend the night... it's a risk, not one they normally take. every hour blade spends in dan feng's rooms is another hour where they risk discovery, and especially in the mornings the palace is often abuzz with activity, only increasing the likelihood someone will come in and discover them. not to mention, blade's training drills begin just after dawn, and it's a long trek between here and the guards' quarters.
and yet... and yet, blade feels his whole body yearning to say yes, for no other reason than because dan feng asked. he tilts his head just slightly into that cool touch at his jaw and says, ] I'll have to leave at dawn.
[ but it's an agreement, that much is sure. he'll stay the night, stay as long as he can. when else might blade be afforded the opportunity to sleep so close to the prince? of course dan feng is only asking because of the moon, because he'll need more fulfillment than usual tonight, but... it might seem, for a moment, as if they're lovers, as if he has a right to be in dan feng's space. it's a shameful fantasy, but one that won't hurt if blade indulges it for a single night.
his palm smooths over the sharp ridge of dan feng's hip, fingertips tracing the smooth patch of scales that decorates his upper thigh. ]
[ it certainly is a risk, one far more keen for blade, dan feng knows. should they be caught together, the prince would be fiercely scolded, likely heaped with more restrictions to control him, but blade.. well, men have been thrown from the kingdom for less. men have been killed for less.
but dan feng is no ordinary, powerless waif. he possesses cloudhymn more potent than any thus far recorded in history - long's avatar, many call him, lord drinker of the moon, as close to godliness as any vidyadhara has ever been by right of power and transformation alone. if something were to befall a lover of his, there would be hell to pay, and surely the preceptors know this. dan feng can protect him, can protect him with everything that he has.
so he will allow himself to be selfish in this request, humming softly when blade's palm skims his thigh. ]
Dawn, then. [ it is better than nothing. ] I will be sure to wake you.
[ assuming that either of them gets any sleep to begin with. arching in nearer, dan feng slides his thigh over blade's hip, keeping pressed close, bracing both hands against his generous chest. ]
I would follow you to your bed for once, but I think perhaps your fellows might notice..
[ already, blade seriously doubts that there's much by way of sleep in their future. he can read the signs even in the arch of dan feng's back, the way his thigh slides up to hook over blade's hip as he presses closer. ]
I'm certain that they would, [ blade says. his own hands wrap around dan feng's waist, drawing him closer so that their bodies touch, his cock beginning to stir again where it presses between dan feng's thighs. ] Everyone in those barracks is ugly as sin, the appearance of such a beautiful man among them would surely throw them into chaos.
[ it's clear in his expression that he's barely stifling his amusement, and he knows dan feng will be able to tell, which is why blade immediately ducks his head down so he can kiss along the long, pale column of his throat beginning just below his ear. he makes his way slowly over the tendons standing out in dan feng's throat, then down to his collarbone, which is about as far as blade can reach without changing the alignment of their bodies, so he gives up there and lifts his head again so he can catch dan feng's lips instead.
when he pulls back, it's to regard dan feng solemnly, with all the weight of a knight anticipating orders from his lord. ]
How would you have me next, your highness? [ there's a little sparkle in his eyes as he says it, though, evidence that he's just playing. ] I awaiting my prince's command.
[ a smile blooms across dan feng's features, the sound of a chuckle rolling in his chest. ]
Well, not everyone in the barracks.
[ blade, after all, is surely one of the most attractive men that he has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. when he feels the stir of blade's cock against his thigh, dan feng smiles sharply, his eyelids flickering low. ]
As for how I will have you.. mm, perhaps it is time you enjoy warming my bed.
[ they've always kept to the divan, the sitting area, but then, he has also never invited blade to stay the night before. as comfortable as the sofa may be, it's not particularly roomy. so dan feng shifts his weight, regrettably drawing away from blade's warmth so that he might unfold himself and turn around. flipping his dark hair down his back like a curtain, he opens his silks properly and, in a waterfall of movement, rolls them off of his shoulders and allows them to fall, his tail sweeping aside. the furred tip drifts to flick just beneath blade's chin, dragging, teasing, as he looks over his shoulder, disappearing into his bedchambers. ]
[ obviously reluctant to let dan feng go, blade tries his best to keep his hands on him until he's completely unfolded himself and straightened up from the divan. leaning back against the cushions, his legs splayed unabashedly, blade watches with naked desire as dan feng lets his silks slip from his shoulders and drop into a puddle on the ground around his ankles, revealing the beautiful, slim lines of his body, his long, long legs and the perfect curve of his ass and hips. aeons, every inch of him is gorgeous. blade's mouth waters with the desire to lick all over his body.
the tip of dan feng's tail flicks under his chin, closing his mouth (which, yes, had been hanging a little open in awe and appreciation) and making blade's lips curve up in a wicked smile. ]
I wouldn't dream of it, my prince.
[ the instant that dan feng has vanished into the bedchamber, blade is up and off the divan to follow. it's not incredibly dignified to walk with the beginnings of an erection growing between his legs, but he's also not about to make a secret out of how incredibly attracted he is to dan feng, so he's not shy about the way his body responds to his beautiful prince.
he enters dan feng's bedchambers for the first time, glancing around briefly to take in the decor, and yet more wholly focused on the bed and dan feng in it. blade pauses at the foot of the bed to look at him, leaning against one of the posts at the corner of the bedframe and casting his gaze admiringly (and hungrily) over the shape of dan feng's body. ]
[ dan feng can't help but to bask in blade's attentions, to enjoy the feeling of those eyes on him, burning hot. he's a bit of a vain creature to begin with, but to have blade want him.. it satisfies an itch in his bones. he wants this man to crave him with every fiber of his being. to salivate at the mere idea of pleasing him.
by the time blade steps into his bedchambers, dan feng is flung comfortably across his bed, naked and glowing in the moonlight that floods the room, his hair spilling over one shoulder like a curtain of ink. he smirks. ]
There you are.
[ he murmurs, before he reclines against the headboard and parts his thighs, smoothing a palm down from his knee, fingertips dancing along the slit of his vent, still wet and glistening with blade's own spend. with two fingers, he spreads himself open for blade to see, rubbing gently at the soft scales that line the soft, puffy lips of his cunt. ]
Now, how will you please your prince?
[ he whispers, watching blade through lidded eyes, his pupils wide and dark in their luminous wreaths. licking his lips, he dips one slender finger into his body, a shudder sweeping down his tail. ]
[ maybe there will come a time when the mere sight of dan feng sprawled across the mattress isn't enough to knock blade entirely speechless, but tonight is certainly not that night. he's ethereal, a vision, all pale limbs and dark hair lit to near glowing by nothing more than the light of the moon. the flash of light in his eyes as his gaze lifts to meet blade's, the soft dry sound of his fingertips as they brush along his thigh up toward his vent... blade gulps, swallowing the saliva that's collected in his mouth.
the weight of his attention must be not enough for dan feng to feel it, a physical brand on his skin as blade's eyes track the movement of dan feng's hand. down his thigh, up the crease of his hip, then teasingly along the swollen lips of his vent, still a little sensitive from their previous activities. blade's breath hitches as dan feng spreads himself open and dips a finger inside, wishing ferociously that it were his fingertip touching that soft muscle inside, that it were him making that gorgeous shudder run down dan feng's tail.
without second-guessing the decision, blade climbs onto the mattress and moves to kneel between dan feng's thighs. he spreads his own knees, pressing dan feng's outward so that his wet vent is left fully on display for blade's eager appreciation. ]
Do that again, [ he murmurs. ] Spread yourself open. Let me see my cum inside you.
[ dan feng is no fool, nor is he particularly humble. he knows full well how beautiful he is to the eyes of onlookers, how the people whisper of the radiance of the one who drinks the moon, and he has used it to his advantage - will use it again, surely. but blade's attention is what he craves most, and the sight of his lover's lust rising in his burning eyes sets dan feng's loins ablaze. he has never wanted anyone the way he wants this man, with a visceral, gut-punching desire.
chuckling from his chest, dan feng rests his head against the pillows and arches his back, the tip of his middle fingers sliding through the mess blade has made of his vent, then lifting away until the slippery strings of cum snap, glimmering, milky white. ]
Making demands of your prince.. how bold.
[ he whispers, but the command makes him shudder, his vent clenching visibly. few would ever dare to speak to him the way blade does, and it makes him throb with excitement.
so at least for the moment he obeys, using his middle and ring fingers to spread his pink, swollen lips again, revealing the tender flesh within, painted with his own slick and blade's still-warm cum both. he exhales hard, rolling his hips in a way he knows is alluring, the silk sheets whispering beneath his every movement, a droplet of thick spend rolling down from inside of him, trickling onto the bedding below. ]
[ from the best seat in the house, blade watches, captivated, as dan feng slides a hand down his own body to obey blade's command. every inch of him is so gorgeous it's stunning, and to see such a beautiful body put on such lewd display—and further, to know that it's blade's cum dripping from dan feng's body, that it's in response to blade that dan feng is so slick and wet—is more than enough to have blade's cock stiffening the rest of the way. he reaches down to stroke it, slow and indulgent, matching the movement of his own hand to the movement of dan feng's—stroking his shaft when dan feng's fingertips draw along the line of his vent, pausing at the head when dan feng spread himself open.
aeons, he likes this way too much. blade loves the idea of dan feng full to the brim with his spend, the idea of leaving his mark, his claim, on the other man—it's an almost animalistic desire to mark his territory, blade thinks, exhaling sharply as his fingers twist at the tip of his cock. he watches dan feng's hips shift, watches a bead of pearly white drip from his entrance down his pale skin and onto the bedsheets below. ]
Fuck, Your Highness, [ blade says emphatically. he leans forward to brace himself against the headboard, his other hand guiding his cockhead to drag along the sensitive flesh of dan feng's vent.
the things i would do to you, blade wants to say. he doesn't. instead he just rolls his hips forward in a slow, steady thrust, sliding his cock all the way into dan feng's body until his balls come to rest against dan feng's ass. it's astonishing how perfectly dan feng takes him, as though his prince's body were made to accommodate blade's size and girth, hot muscle quivering around him, the slide made easy by cum and slick. ]
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dan feng writhes beneath him, arching, his stomach sinuous as he squirms in pleasure. he's so beautiful it almost hurts to see him, his nipples hard and his skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest... blade, his gaze scraping heavily over every inch of dan feng's skin, makes a resolution in the back of his mind. he straightens up slightly, gripping dan feng firmly by the hips and lifting them off the divan to get a better, deeper angle, the muscles of his back and ass working tirelessly to bring dan feng to climax.
and when he comes, when dan feng cries out and blade feels his vent ripple and flood wet with slick that squirts from him in heavy, sticky gushes, it's then that blade lets loose his grip on his own self control. he leans forward to brace himself with a hand on the armrest, right next to dan feng's head; he thrusts his cock in so deeply it makes dan feng spasm around him, and he comes with a low, rough groan that might once have been dan feng's name, but is now just pleasure made into sound, a noise that tapers off into the harsh panting of post-coital enjoyment.
it's always after his second orgasm that dan feng is most agreeable, so blade takes advantage of the moment. he ducks his head to nose against dan feng's neck, then licks along the salt-sweet skin there, tasting the dew of exertion that has gathered on his throat and collarbones. his lips press in a hot trail over delicate bone and then down to dan feng's chest, where blade takes one perfect nipple between both lips to suck it to firmness. ]
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but now.. now he not only desires this, he needs it. he thinks of blade far more often than is proper, and the draconic instinct to keep him as a mate is nearly insurmountable. when they are together like this he feels alive, he feels rebellious and defiant, he feels strong, the master of his own body, his own fate, he feels loved and desired. an addictive draught. things are far more complicated now than they had been when all of this began.
feeling blade spill inside of him satiates a deep, feral sort of imperative within him, the heat of his spend flooding dan feng's body as if claiming him, marking him, and he gives himself over to it entirely. pliant and satisfied, he shivers and hums, panting hard against blade's mouth when he draws near. the desire to kiss him positively burns, hooking in like claws behind his ribs, pulling - but then he feels the drag of blade's tongue against his skin, and dan feng settles, liquid and boneless against the divan, both arms coiling loosely around his broad shoulders. ]
Mmn.. my most loyal guard has satisfied me well.
[ he murmurs, catching his breath as he turns his head, mouthing at the shell of blade's ear, nipping there with a fang. ]
For now.
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where blade pulls away and moves up dan feng's body again, stretching out on the divan alongside him. it's presumptuous, but every other time before this dan feng has wanted to keep him close after sex, and blade has no reason to think this time will be different. by now his cock has slipped free of dan feng's body, of course, but they're still pressed together chest to thigh, and even when he props his head up on one hand blade's other hand stays busy tracing absent patterns on dan feng's skin with his fingertips. ]
For now, [ blade echoes, with a smile that's a rare moment of teasing. it's not proper for a mere guard to tease the prince, but in these moments when the physical barriers between them are completely erased, it's sometimes difficult for blade to remember that there's a barrier between their statuses as well. ] I'll bet on five minutes before you want me inside you again.
[ there's absolutely no chiding in blade's tone; if anything, he already sounds interested in another round, even if his body will need a little time to catch up. it's the curse of being a short-life species and the only part of blade in which dan feng has ever expressed disappointment, other than his tardiness when summoned: the fact that his body requires a break before he can get it up to fuck dan feng again. ]
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but then he's pulling away, the tease, and moving back up dan feng's body, but that's just as well. he's still recovering from his orgasm, and regardless of his lack of true refractory period, he's like to enjoy the lovely rolling aftershocks for a few minutes more. blade settles beside him, and it is presumptuous indeed, but a fair assumption, for dan feng has always wanted to keep him near post-coitus ever since the first time they fell into one another. ]
Mm. Maybe three.
[ he teases right back, his usually sharp eyes soft, his body warm and pliant as he turns onto his side and presses in close, watching blade's charming smile, meeting his eyes. ]
The moon is particularly bright this evening.
[ it isn't. its pull on him is no stronger or weaker than it ever is, but dan feng does not want to admit aloud how fond he has become of blade, of these visits. he likes the man a great deal, far, far more than he should, his affections easily veering into dangerous territory, but that won't stop him. dan feng has few very real freedoms, and as of yet he has not been married off, so until that moment he will give himself to whomever he chooses. it's a liberating feeling, and he pointedly does not think about the fact that this thing between them must be temporary. lifting his hand, dan feng drags his fingertips along blade's jaw, then over the purse of his lips, watching him. ]
Stay the night, tonight.
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but to be asked to spend the night... it's a risk, not one they normally take. every hour blade spends in dan feng's rooms is another hour where they risk discovery, and especially in the mornings the palace is often abuzz with activity, only increasing the likelihood someone will come in and discover them. not to mention, blade's training drills begin just after dawn, and it's a long trek between here and the guards' quarters.
and yet... and yet, blade feels his whole body yearning to say yes, for no other reason than because dan feng asked. he tilts his head just slightly into that cool touch at his jaw and says, ] I'll have to leave at dawn.
[ but it's an agreement, that much is sure. he'll stay the night, stay as long as he can. when else might blade be afforded the opportunity to sleep so close to the prince? of course dan feng is only asking because of the moon, because he'll need more fulfillment than usual tonight, but... it might seem, for a moment, as if they're lovers, as if he has a right to be in dan feng's space. it's a shameful fantasy, but one that won't hurt if blade indulges it for a single night.
his palm smooths over the sharp ridge of dan feng's hip, fingertips tracing the smooth patch of scales that decorates his upper thigh. ]
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but dan feng is no ordinary, powerless waif. he possesses cloudhymn more potent than any thus far recorded in history - long's avatar, many call him, lord drinker of the moon, as close to godliness as any vidyadhara has ever been by right of power and transformation alone. if something were to befall a lover of his, there would be hell to pay, and surely the preceptors know this. dan feng can protect him, can protect him with everything that he has.
so he will allow himself to be selfish in this request, humming softly when blade's palm skims his thigh. ]
Dawn, then. [ it is better than nothing. ] I will be sure to wake you.
[ assuming that either of them gets any sleep to begin with. arching in nearer, dan feng slides his thigh over blade's hip, keeping pressed close, bracing both hands against his generous chest. ]
I would follow you to your bed for once, but I think perhaps your fellows might notice..
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I'm certain that they would, [ blade says. his own hands wrap around dan feng's waist, drawing him closer so that their bodies touch, his cock beginning to stir again where it presses between dan feng's thighs. ] Everyone in those barracks is ugly as sin, the appearance of such a beautiful man among them would surely throw them into chaos.
[ it's clear in his expression that he's barely stifling his amusement, and he knows dan feng will be able to tell, which is why blade immediately ducks his head down so he can kiss along the long, pale column of his throat beginning just below his ear. he makes his way slowly over the tendons standing out in dan feng's throat, then down to his collarbone, which is about as far as blade can reach without changing the alignment of their bodies, so he gives up there and lifts his head again so he can catch dan feng's lips instead.
when he pulls back, it's to regard dan feng solemnly, with all the weight of a knight anticipating orders from his lord. ]
How would you have me next, your highness? [ there's a little sparkle in his eyes as he says it, though, evidence that he's just playing. ] I awaiting my prince's command.
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Well, not everyone in the barracks.
[ blade, after all, is surely one of the most attractive men that he has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. when he feels the stir of blade's cock against his thigh, dan feng smiles sharply, his eyelids flickering low. ]
As for how I will have you.. mm, perhaps it is time you enjoy warming my bed.
[ they've always kept to the divan, the sitting area, but then, he has also never invited blade to stay the night before. as comfortable as the sofa may be, it's not particularly roomy. so dan feng shifts his weight, regrettably drawing away from blade's warmth so that he might unfold himself and turn around. flipping his dark hair down his back like a curtain, he opens his silks properly and, in a waterfall of movement, rolls them off of his shoulders and allows them to fall, his tail sweeping aside. the furred tip drifts to flick just beneath blade's chin, dragging, teasing, as he looks over his shoulder, disappearing into his bedchambers. ]
Do not keep me waiting.
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the tip of dan feng's tail flicks under his chin, closing his mouth (which, yes, had been hanging a little open in awe and appreciation) and making blade's lips curve up in a wicked smile. ]
I wouldn't dream of it, my prince.
[ the instant that dan feng has vanished into the bedchamber, blade is up and off the divan to follow. it's not incredibly dignified to walk with the beginnings of an erection growing between his legs, but he's also not about to make a secret out of how incredibly attracted he is to dan feng, so he's not shy about the way his body responds to his beautiful prince.
he enters dan feng's bedchambers for the first time, glancing around briefly to take in the decor, and yet more wholly focused on the bed and dan feng in it. blade pauses at the foot of the bed to look at him, leaning against one of the posts at the corner of the bedframe and casting his gaze admiringly (and hungrily) over the shape of dan feng's body. ]
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by the time blade steps into his bedchambers, dan feng is flung comfortably across his bed, naked and glowing in the moonlight that floods the room, his hair spilling over one shoulder like a curtain of ink. he smirks. ]
There you are.
[ he murmurs, before he reclines against the headboard and parts his thighs, smoothing a palm down from his knee, fingertips dancing along the slit of his vent, still wet and glistening with blade's own spend. with two fingers, he spreads himself open for blade to see, rubbing gently at the soft scales that line the soft, puffy lips of his cunt. ]
Now, how will you please your prince?
[ he whispers, watching blade through lidded eyes, his pupils wide and dark in their luminous wreaths. licking his lips, he dips one slender finger into his body, a shudder sweeping down his tail. ]
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the weight of his attention must be not enough for dan feng to feel it, a physical brand on his skin as blade's eyes track the movement of dan feng's hand. down his thigh, up the crease of his hip, then teasingly along the swollen lips of his vent, still a little sensitive from their previous activities. blade's breath hitches as dan feng spreads himself open and dips a finger inside, wishing ferociously that it were his fingertip touching that soft muscle inside, that it were him making that gorgeous shudder run down dan feng's tail.
without second-guessing the decision, blade climbs onto the mattress and moves to kneel between dan feng's thighs. he spreads his own knees, pressing dan feng's outward so that his wet vent is left fully on display for blade's eager appreciation. ]
Do that again, [ he murmurs. ] Spread yourself open. Let me see my cum inside you.
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chuckling from his chest, dan feng rests his head against the pillows and arches his back, the tip of his middle fingers sliding through the mess blade has made of his vent, then lifting away until the slippery strings of cum snap, glimmering, milky white. ]
Making demands of your prince.. how bold.
[ he whispers, but the command makes him shudder, his vent clenching visibly. few would ever dare to speak to him the way blade does, and it makes him throb with excitement.
so at least for the moment he obeys, using his middle and ring fingers to spread his pink, swollen lips again, revealing the tender flesh within, painted with his own slick and blade's still-warm cum both. he exhales hard, rolling his hips in a way he knows is alluring, the silk sheets whispering beneath his every movement, a droplet of thick spend rolling down from inside of him, trickling onto the bedding below. ]
Look what you do to me. How full I am of you.
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aeons, he likes this way too much. blade loves the idea of dan feng full to the brim with his spend, the idea of leaving his mark, his claim, on the other man—it's an almost animalistic desire to mark his territory, blade thinks, exhaling sharply as his fingers twist at the tip of his cock. he watches dan feng's hips shift, watches a bead of pearly white drip from his entrance down his pale skin and onto the bedsheets below. ]
Fuck, Your Highness, [ blade says emphatically. he leans forward to brace himself against the headboard, his other hand guiding his cockhead to drag along the sensitive flesh of dan feng's vent.
the things i would do to you, blade wants to say. he doesn't. instead he just rolls his hips forward in a slow, steady thrust, sliding his cock all the way into dan feng's body until his balls come to rest against dan feng's ass. it's astonishing how perfectly dan feng takes him, as though his prince's body were made to accommodate blade's size and girth, hot muscle quivering around him, the slide made easy by cum and slick. ]