[Blade watches him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world, the only creature worthy of reverence, the only light in the sky. He worships Dan Heng with his hands when he's not distracted, and quietly urges him on with heated gasps and groans of his lover's name. This is... better than he imagined, somehow. More intense. It's sweet and slow like chocolate pouring into a mold, like the most luxurious wine; he licks his lips and wishes he could kiss Dan Heng right now.
He barely stifles a pleased whimper as he feels more and more of that blessed mouth on him. He shivers, toes curling again, and cries out unabashedly. He's never been this open with anyone. Blade typically endures it all alone, but this time instead of pain he's overwhelmed by the pleasure that being doted on brings.]
Aah! D-Dan Heng, please, please...
[He tries to keep from bucking up into the dragon's mouth even as he's swallowed and his rocks become playthings. Instead, he throws his head back into the pillows and sobs his lover's name, tightening his grip on dark hair.]
More, please, I... need you.
[He feels the finger stretching around his entrance and remembers he needs to relax. A distant memory, something he read once or did. He can't remember. He's certain he's never slept with anyone in this life, so it takes some slow breathing to get it right.
But when he does-- he squeezes around Dan Heng's finger and realizes he wants so much more.]
Another, [he moans.] It's not like I can walk anyway.
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He barely stifles a pleased whimper as he feels more and more of that blessed mouth on him. He shivers, toes curling again, and cries out unabashedly. He's never been this open with anyone. Blade typically endures it all alone, but this time instead of pain he's overwhelmed by the pleasure that being doted on brings.]
Aah! D-Dan Heng, please, please...
[He tries to keep from bucking up into the dragon's mouth even as he's swallowed and his rocks become playthings. Instead, he throws his head back into the pillows and sobs his lover's name, tightening his grip on dark hair.]
More, please, I... need you.
[He feels the finger stretching around his entrance and remembers he needs to relax. A distant memory, something he read once or did. He can't remember. He's certain he's never slept with anyone in this life, so it takes some slow breathing to get it right.
But when he does-- he squeezes around Dan Heng's finger and realizes he wants so much more.]
Another, [he moans.] It's not like I can walk anyway.