[ 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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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. ]