[He leans a little into the touch to his ear, not unlike a cat. His blue eyes grow warmer at that.]
I'm glad I can be part of your life.
[Dan Heng chuckles softly when Blade insists that he's fine. Then, the onslaught of affection begins and he can't help surrendering himself to it. The dragon melts a little more for every kiss that's returned and because of the fingers in his hair. He reaches out to gently rub a thumb under a crimson eye, almost like he's ready to catch any stray tears.]
I love you, too, A-Xing. My bright Arcturus.
[The dragon reaches down to his partner's chest with his free hand, rubbing at a pectoral warmly and slowly. Blue eyes seem to sparkle with mild amusement.]
I haven't, either. Much of my 'taking the lead' so far has been because of research... and in small part past memories. [Dan Heng leans down to nibble gently along the curve of Blade's ear while his thumb languidly swipes over his nipple. He lowers his voice as he adds:] I want to treat my Furnace Master as if he's a delicate flower. Relax.
[He trails gentle nibbles and kisses down along his neck, breathing in Blade's scent. Dan Heng's reminded of cinders and spice, something uniquely his partner that mixes with desire and sweat. His attention turns to Blade's pulse point, licking and kissing at it yet never making a mark. The same treatment is given to his lover's throat with a soft sigh, and his hand moves from Blade's face to cradle the back of his head. The hand at his partner's chest moves down to stroke along his abdomen before taking the lube and coating his length generously with it. It's cold, but he doesn't seem to react to it.
With a deep breath, Dan Heng lines himself up and slowly pushes inside his love. Blade's a lot hotter and tighter than he thought, making him gasp before letting out a soft and almost desperate moan. He pauses after he's in a little deeper, already clutching at his lover's hair and the bedsheets tightly. The dragon buries his face into the crook of Blade's neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent deeply in an effort to relax himself while giving his lover time to unclench as well.]
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I'm glad I can be part of your life.
[Dan Heng chuckles softly when Blade insists that he's fine. Then, the onslaught of affection begins and he can't help surrendering himself to it. The dragon melts a little more for every kiss that's returned and because of the fingers in his hair. He reaches out to gently rub a thumb under a crimson eye, almost like he's ready to catch any stray tears.]
I love you, too, A-Xing. My bright Arcturus.
[The dragon reaches down to his partner's chest with his free hand, rubbing at a pectoral warmly and slowly. Blue eyes seem to sparkle with mild amusement.]
I haven't, either. Much of my 'taking the lead' so far has been because of research... and in small part past memories. [Dan Heng leans down to nibble gently along the curve of Blade's ear while his thumb languidly swipes over his nipple. He lowers his voice as he adds:] I want to treat my Furnace Master as if he's a delicate flower. Relax.
[He trails gentle nibbles and kisses down along his neck, breathing in Blade's scent. Dan Heng's reminded of cinders and spice, something uniquely his partner that mixes with desire and sweat. His attention turns to Blade's pulse point, licking and kissing at it yet never making a mark. The same treatment is given to his lover's throat with a soft sigh, and his hand moves from Blade's face to cradle the back of his head. The hand at his partner's chest moves down to stroke along his abdomen before taking the lube and coating his length generously with it. It's cold, but he doesn't seem to react to it.
With a deep breath, Dan Heng lines himself up and slowly pushes inside his love. Blade's a lot hotter and tighter than he thought, making him gasp before letting out a soft and almost desperate moan. He pauses after he's in a little deeper, already clutching at his lover's hair and the bedsheets tightly. The dragon buries his face into the crook of Blade's neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent deeply in an effort to relax himself while giving his lover time to unclench as well.]
A-Xing, you feel too good already.