[Blade eats it up. The soft noises, the way Dan Heng presses up into him, the blush, the fingers in his hair. That chuckle, too. He tries to commit every single bit to memory, not wanting to lose it like he's lost so many others.]
Mmm... perhaps not.
[He loves his dragon and hopes that one day, the world will come to see him the way that Blade does. Not a distant, emotionless myth but a person with a sweet smile and a sense of humor, a resilient man who loves deeply.
—His thoughts are broken by the tug on his ear, though. Blade makes a noise that is a little hotter than he expected (new kink unlocked?) but the blush gets him to laugh. For a moment, he isn't touched by Mara at all, his heart free and unburdened.]
Dogboy? [He nuzzles into that thigh, just short of the apex of Dan Heng's legs. He knows he's being a tease. He doesn't care.] Well, master, if it pleases you, perhaps you can play with my tail later.
[He nips the tender skin beneath his lips, then licks away the imaginary wound. Don't mind him as he breathes in Dan Heng's scent—it seems stronger than he remembers. He doesn't put it off after that. He laps over the dragon's length with his tongue, swirling and pressing into the tip; his tail sways contentedly while he massages Dan Heng's hips.
After a minute he decides he wants more. He's careful not to scrape his fangs as he takes Dan Heng into his mouth, seeing how far the inches can go. If he calms his breathing he doesn't have to worry too much about gagging. This comes back to him in bits and pieces, a memory from another life where he liked nothing more than to sit in a prince's lap. He moans lowly at the taste, pulls back briefly to suck hard at the head, and then goes down again.
Once Dan Heng hits the back of his throat, Blade swallows and tightens around him. His ears twitch with the motion, though he still searches for his lover's face through half-lidded eyes.]
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Mmm... perhaps not.
[He loves his dragon and hopes that one day, the world will come to see him the way that Blade does. Not a distant, emotionless myth but a person with a sweet smile and a sense of humor, a resilient man who loves deeply.
—His thoughts are broken by the tug on his ear, though. Blade makes a noise that is a little hotter than he expected (new kink unlocked?) but the blush gets him to laugh. For a moment, he isn't touched by Mara at all, his heart free and unburdened.]
Dogboy? [He nuzzles into that thigh, just short of the apex of Dan Heng's legs. He knows he's being a tease. He doesn't care.] Well, master, if it pleases you, perhaps you can play with my tail later.
[He nips the tender skin beneath his lips, then licks away the imaginary wound. Don't mind him as he breathes in Dan Heng's scent—it seems stronger than he remembers. He doesn't put it off after that. He laps over the dragon's length with his tongue, swirling and pressing into the tip; his tail sways contentedly while he massages Dan Heng's hips.
After a minute he decides he wants more. He's careful not to scrape his fangs as he takes Dan Heng into his mouth, seeing how far the inches can go. If he calms his breathing he doesn't have to worry too much about gagging. This comes back to him in bits and pieces, a memory from another life where he liked nothing more than to sit in a prince's lap. He moans lowly at the taste, pulls back briefly to suck hard at the head, and then goes down again.
Once Dan Heng hits the back of his throat, Blade swallows and tightens around him. His ears twitch with the motion, though he still searches for his lover's face through half-lidded eyes.]