[He wants to frame this moment. Right now, the torture that was Mara is so far away he can forget it for a while; even his injuries seem insignificant with Dan Heng in his arms. For once, he isn't thinking about anything besides how glad he is to be alive. The thumb under his eye, a familiar and calming gesture, makes his lashes flutter.]
Always.
[He sighs into Dan Heng's touch, his chest rising and falling with his slow breathing.]
Hahah... you're doing well. I feel like I'm beginning to remember, too, but it's... foggy. [His breath hitches at the nibbling on his ear. They're so sensitive, it's hard to keep talking. He tries, though, by stroking Dan Heng's ear in turn, and scraping his nails up the back of his neck.] A voice in my ear saying... kiss here, or... nnnhh. Touch there...
[He chuckles softly.] How can I relax when my heart races when I look at you?
[Still, he does try. He makes soft, plaintive little noises of pleasure as he's kissed and nibbled, and notes how excited his tail gets when he notices Dan Heng bathing in his scent. Despite being part dog, Blade hasn't considered the primal instinct much up until this point, unless one counts catching popcorn out of midair when it's tossed at him.]
Dan Heng, [he whispers, curving lightly into the stroking.] My love. My life.
[He tries to relax as Dan Heng eases himself in. It takes a minute for him to remember how to breathe out, which muscles to focus on. He moans long and low, his fingertips clutching at the dragon's back.]
F—fuck, that's... incredible.
[Dan Heng is so much thicker than Blade expected, or maybe he just feels different. It isn't like how he dreamed at all, but that's not a bad thing. He can tell Dan Heng is having a little trouble too, so he measures his breathing while stroking up and down the iridescent scales of his lover's spine. He turns his head a little to leave kisses in the fluffy dark hair he loves so much.]
I-it's all right, [he manages.] I think I'm getting the hang of it.
[He has a longer reach than Dan Heng, so he slips his fingers just a little lower and begins massaging the small of his love's back.]
no subject
Always.
[He sighs into Dan Heng's touch, his chest rising and falling with his slow breathing.]
Hahah... you're doing well. I feel like I'm beginning to remember, too, but it's... foggy. [His breath hitches at the nibbling on his ear. They're so sensitive, it's hard to keep talking. He tries, though, by stroking Dan Heng's ear in turn, and scraping his nails up the back of his neck.] A voice in my ear saying... kiss here, or... nnnhh. Touch there...
[He chuckles softly.] How can I relax when my heart races when I look at you?
[Still, he does try. He makes soft, plaintive little noises of pleasure as he's kissed and nibbled, and notes how excited his tail gets when he notices Dan Heng bathing in his scent. Despite being part dog, Blade hasn't considered the primal instinct much up until this point, unless one counts catching popcorn out of midair when it's tossed at him.]
Dan Heng, [he whispers, curving lightly into the stroking.] My love. My life.
[He tries to relax as Dan Heng eases himself in. It takes a minute for him to remember how to breathe out, which muscles to focus on. He moans long and low, his fingertips clutching at the dragon's back.]
F—fuck, that's... incredible.
[Dan Heng is so much thicker than Blade expected, or maybe he just feels different. It isn't like how he dreamed at all, but that's not a bad thing. He can tell Dan Heng is having a little trouble too, so he measures his breathing while stroking up and down the iridescent scales of his lover's spine. He turns his head a little to leave kisses in the fluffy dark hair he loves so much.]
I-it's all right, [he manages.] I think I'm getting the hang of it.
[He has a longer reach than Dan Heng, so he slips his fingers just a little lower and begins massaging the small of his love's back.]