[Oh. Dan Heng isn't expecting Blade to make that sound when he did that. That gets a sharper, darker look in his eyes for a moment. He's definitely going to remember that. Still, he's captivated by Blade's laughter. This looks and feels like the real him. The parts of Yingxing that never truly died that fateful night Mara darkened his doorstep. If this is just a taste of what their future together is going to look like... then, he finds himself looking forward to spending the rest of Blade's life with him.
He sucks in a breath sharply as he feels his partner nuzzling into his thigh, just short of where he wants to be touched. Dan Heng doesn't mind the teasing at all. If anything, he likes to play into it.
... The "master" business does earn Blade another tug on his ear.]
You're—[Dan Heng interrupts himself with a soft whine when Blade nips him and licks over that spot.]—shameless, but... I'll keep it in mind.
[He doesn't mind when he feels his love breathing in his scent. He just takes that moment to say:]
The only master I see around here is the Furnace Master himself.
[Now that Blade's tongue is tasting the head of his length, Dan Heng doesn't have many words after that. He gives a low moan in his throat as he runs his nails through his love's hair. His free hand caresses the back of a scarred, warm hand on his hip. His half-lidded, blue eyes are dark as he looks at his boyfriend. The dragon has to admit that having Blade between his legs in real life is far better than in his rare dreams of passion.
Anticipation coils in his stomach before springing into a burst of heat as his partner takes him into his mouth. He tightens his grip on Blade's hair while his other hand clenches onto the bedsheets. His toes curl as his love moves back up to suck on the head, and his eyes close tight for a brief moment as he moans more ardently. Yet, when his length hits the back of Blade's throat and the man swallows so blissfully tight around him, he stops caring about being quiet.]
Ah! A-Xing, A-Xing...!
[Dan Heng's eyes are hazy as he barely manages to keep his eyes open. Blade's crimson eyes are beacons in a storm of passion as he tightly holds onto inky hair and the bedsheets like a lifeline. His legs instinctively move to lie over his partner's shoulders, hooking his ankles together. He's already trembling slightly from the pleasure his love gives him.]
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He sucks in a breath sharply as he feels his partner nuzzling into his thigh, just short of where he wants to be touched. Dan Heng doesn't mind the teasing at all. If anything, he likes to play into it.
... The "master" business does earn Blade another tug on his ear.]
You're—[Dan Heng interrupts himself with a soft whine when Blade nips him and licks over that spot.]—shameless, but... I'll keep it in mind.
[He doesn't mind when he feels his love breathing in his scent. He just takes that moment to say:]
The only master I see around here is the Furnace Master himself.
[Now that Blade's tongue is tasting the head of his length, Dan Heng doesn't have many words after that. He gives a low moan in his throat as he runs his nails through his love's hair. His free hand caresses the back of a scarred, warm hand on his hip. His half-lidded, blue eyes are dark as he looks at his boyfriend. The dragon has to admit that having Blade between his legs in real life is far better than in his rare dreams of passion.
Anticipation coils in his stomach before springing into a burst of heat as his partner takes him into his mouth. He tightens his grip on Blade's hair while his other hand clenches onto the bedsheets. His toes curl as his love moves back up to suck on the head, and his eyes close tight for a brief moment as he moans more ardently. Yet, when his length hits the back of Blade's throat and the man swallows so blissfully tight around him, he stops caring about being quiet.]
Ah! A-Xing, A-Xing...!
[Dan Heng's eyes are hazy as he barely manages to keep his eyes open. Blade's crimson eyes are beacons in a storm of passion as he tightly holds onto inky hair and the bedsheets like a lifeline. His legs instinctively move to lie over his partner's shoulders, hooking his ankles together. He's already trembling slightly from the pleasure his love gives him.]