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You don't- nn.

[cutting off, a hand dropping into his hair and curling fingers tightly into that fluff. not trying to pull him away by any means. basically holding him there, even, as he processes that and keeps fishing for lube.]

You don't need to be polite. This kind of behavior better suits the situation.

[He tries to respond, but it just comes out nonsense, muffled as it is by Dan Heng's tits. He tilts his head up just a little to get room to speak while still in that tight grip.]

Hmm? You want me to be rude?

[There's a definite impish delight in that question -- a tone of voice that might ring a little familiar in Dan Heng's hazy memories. He's waiting for permission to unleash his inner shitheaded little brat.]

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[that does strike on some kind of nostalgia. jing yuan being rude... sounds appealing. it sounds right.]

Yes.

[hah. found the lube. sitting back on his heels to give jing yuan a considering look.]

So you can quit being polite now, or quit being polite when I've got you too worked up to even think of it.

[When did Dan Heng learn to say things that hot? Jing Yuan looks up at him with a red face and a startled expression for a moment, feeling the words go straight to his dick.]

[Dan Heng can watch the gears turning though, as his face goes from surprised to thoughtful to smug.]

Alright, then.

[He settles comfortably against his pillow, arches his back just slightly and casually, languidly spreads his legs. He lets his voice drop into a low, sultry drawl, and crooks a finger at him in a "come hither" gesture.]

Come and make me sing your praises then, Dan Heng. I want to see if I can exhaust the vitality of a dragon.

[fuck. jing yuan knows exactly how hot he is and exactly how to play it up. dan heng's composure is betrayed by how deeply he's blushing, and how eagerly he's letting his eyes linger.

then he pounces. settles himself right between those spread legs and kisses him fiercely.]

[Exactly the reaction Jing Yuan was going for. He laughs into the kiss, lightly biting Dan Heng's lower lip and eagerly reaching for his belts again. He's being a lot more hasty this time. He wants that boy stripped ASAP!]

[dan heng helps this time, hands deftly unbuckling himself and tugging clothes aside and off, upper half bared first. not that he's giving jing yuan much time to admire him topless, not with the way he's all but devouring that little laugh, licking into his mouth hungrily.]

[He can't see much, with Dan Heng stealing his breath this way. He can feel it though -- he even brings the injured arm back into it. It can at least handle helping him feel up every inch of Dan Heng's chest.]

[there's a soft, fond little huff of breath that jing yuan can feel from dan heng's nostrils, close as they are. but he's arching his back to press his chest eagerly into jing yuan's touch, and keeping his own hands busy with his pants now.]

[He likes that subtle show of amused affection. It feels nice to affect Dan Heng the way Dan Heng affects him -- to share that magnetic desire both physical and emotional. He communicates his own fondness with his hands, one rolling a thumb over Dan Heng's nipple and the other skimming lightly along the line of his hip to make his skin tingle.]

[he gets what he wants, in terms of reactions-- a little gasp, a shiver, both clearly tied to his clever hands.

but dan heng breaks the kiss so he can back up enough to wiggle out of his pants wholesale, duck back in to tug jing yuan's down his thighs as well.]

[He is watching Dan Heng take his pants off, that's for sure. He keeps watching, even as he lifts his hips to make it easier to get rid of his own, and carefully goes to pull his tank-top off. It requires a delicate hand so as not to yank on his arm...]

I don't think I'll ever stop being amazed by your beauty.

[pauses and flushes, visibly embarrassed--

then dips down to mouth at jing yuan's cock, rather than face the compliment.]

You're also very cute when you-- Oh.

[His whole body twitches at that one, and his face gets nearly equally as flushed. He's definitely fully hard at this point, and he's eager -- he threads his fingers into Dan Heng's hair right away, scratching his scalp lightly with his nails.]

That-- Do that. Yes.

[Help.]

[jing yuan's hands in his hair feels different when it's short, and he finds he quite likes it.]

Hmm?

[nuzzling at his cock, hands off, rubbing his cheek and lips and tongue against it as it bobs unsteadied from the attention.]

Dan Heng.

[His protest is more of a whine than an actual scolding. He squishes Dan Heng between his thighs and tugs at his hair, but he's still shivering and breathing sharply. He likes being teased. What a surprise.]

[the hairpulling gets a surprised sound, almost a groan. whoops, turns out dan heng likes that. but as if to distract from that fact, he takes jing yuan's cock in as deep as he can all at once, with more finesse than he managed on their first night for sure.]

[In deference to the fact that there are other people in this house, Jing Yuan bites his lip to muffle his startled moan. That's so much, and they're just getting started -- he's a very fortunate man, he thinks. Mostly on an emotional level, but the sexual chemistry is a reeeeally nice bonus.]

[dan heng is an eager lover, and his gremlin and affectionate sides both really show. like now, he settles slightly, mouth full of jing yuan's cock, and just lets his lover adjust for a few moments.]

[He needs those moments, so he's appreciative -- his breath is unsteady for a bit, as he grounds himself again. Once he does, he tugs on Dan Heng's hair again, encouraging.]

You can move...

[jing yuan can see the tips of his ears twitch with that tug, but he hums agreeably around him and starts moving, shallow little motions with a lot of tongue, keeping him deep.]

[Fuck. He drops his head back onto the pillow and closes his eyes with a shuddering breath, kneading Dan Heng's scalp with his good hand. Despite his best efforts his hips twitch up into that hot wet mouth, needy as the barely audible whine in the back of his throat.]

[dan heng takes the movements in stride as best he can, choking on one particularly ill timed little thrust, but endeavoring to keep going. his hands stroke jing yuan's hips, only holding them as a touchstone, rather than pinning.]

[The choking feels good enough to drag a louder moan out of him --he covers his mouth with the back of his bad hand, biting his own knuckle to muffle it as he slowly comes undone. He can only make it so quiet though, when he's panting so shamelessly, and his whimpers are escalating anyway.]

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