[As much as he has echoes of past life memories, he wants their first time to be all their own. He studies the way Dan Heng melts beneath his hands, as if Blade were sculpting him from clay, and strokes his skin and scales with all the same reverence.]
Beautiful...
[His other compliments dissolve on his tongue when it's time to move. He groans thickly and tilts his head back against the pillows, lips falling open around Dan Heng's name.]
Ohhh... Dan Heng...
[He feels so unbelievably full. He sighs and squeezes around his lover experimentally, only to bite back a whimper.]
P-please—
[He filters his fingertips through Dan Heng's hair, and clings to his back after a little while, remembering that his love likes his scales stroked. So he does that, nails scraping with variable pressure, while he tries to keep from losing his goddamn mind.
It's difficult. Every thrust feels like he goes deeper and deeper, and Blade can barely keep his eyes open. He cries out Dan Heng's name between ragged moans. However, it's the soft pleas of his own name, the praise, that makes Blade clench breathlessly tight around his beloved.
That feels even better. He keens, unable to keep quiet for the life of him with Dan Heng's hand wrapped around his manhood and the slow, thorough roll of their hips. He wants to put his legs around Dan Heng's shoulders but he's not sure he can make the stretch by himself.]
Ah—! Fff-fuck, you feel so good...
[He grabs Dan Heng's free wrist and slides it up Blade's thigh.]
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[As much as he has echoes of past life memories, he wants their first time to be all their own. He studies the way Dan Heng melts beneath his hands, as if Blade were sculpting him from clay, and strokes his skin and scales with all the same reverence.]
Beautiful...
[His other compliments dissolve on his tongue when it's time to move. He groans thickly and tilts his head back against the pillows, lips falling open around Dan Heng's name.]
Ohhh... Dan Heng...
[He feels so unbelievably full. He sighs and squeezes around his lover experimentally, only to bite back a whimper.]
P-please—
[He filters his fingertips through Dan Heng's hair, and clings to his back after a little while, remembering that his love likes his scales stroked. So he does that, nails scraping with variable pressure, while he tries to keep from losing his goddamn mind.
It's difficult. Every thrust feels like he goes deeper and deeper, and Blade can barely keep his eyes open. He cries out Dan Heng's name between ragged moans. However, it's the soft pleas of his own name, the praise, that makes Blade clench breathlessly tight around his beloved.
That feels even better. He keens, unable to keep quiet for the life of him with Dan Heng's hand wrapped around his manhood and the slow, thorough roll of their hips. He wants to put his legs around Dan Heng's shoulders but he's not sure he can make the stretch by himself.]
Ah—! Fff-fuck, you feel so good...
[He grabs Dan Heng's free wrist and slides it up Blade's thigh.]
H-help me lift? I want to be closer.