[Blade sucks in a breath through his teeth as he feels nails trailing over his thighs. He can't help a soft noise of pleasure when he sees Dan Heng looking at him like that. He feels like the luckiest man alive, to be so loved by the moon, to capture Dan Heng's attention like this. His own dark lashes weigh heavy. With the lights so low, everything feels that much more intimate.]
Tiánxīn...
[Then Dan Heng's grip tightens. Blade whimpers softly but his tail is swaying. He's into it.]
Hah... you're even more gorgeous, don't pretend.
[He tilts his chin back and exposes his throat, moaning long and low. His callused fingertips rest lightly atop Dan Heng's chest for the moment. He's still getting used to the feeling of Dan Heng inside of him, but the stroking has him shifting, aching into the touch.
However, it's the tail-tugging that has him unraveling at the seams. Combined with that low purr, it's like an orbital strike against his self-control. He squeezes tight around Dan Heng, a reaction to the tug, and cries out at how good it feels to have the dragon rolling into him.]
Harder, [he snarls, all pretense of being gentle and slow forgotten. Blade is on top so he's determined to control the pace, and he's decided he doesn't need to walk tomorrow.
He wants to give Dan Heng a show. He rocks his hips and rides the dragon with purpose, one hand twisted into his own messy dark hair and the other gripping the sheets. He's a hot mess, wracked by pleasure, his long hair splaying over his shoulders and sticking to the sweat on his scarred skin. Blade's mouth falls open, swollen lips pleading Dan Heng's name softly between thrusts, or simply offering withering moans.
He's getting the hang of it. When Dan Heng grinds into him again, Blade rolls his hips so his lover's cock traces inside of him, making circles against that sensitive spot. Blade shouts loud enough to crack his deep voice.]
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Tiánxīn...
[Then Dan Heng's grip tightens. Blade whimpers softly but his tail is swaying. He's into it.]
Hah... you're even more gorgeous, don't pretend.
[He tilts his chin back and exposes his throat, moaning long and low. His callused fingertips rest lightly atop Dan Heng's chest for the moment. He's still getting used to the feeling of Dan Heng inside of him, but the stroking has him shifting, aching into the touch.
However, it's the tail-tugging that has him unraveling at the seams. Combined with that low purr, it's like an orbital strike against his self-control. He squeezes tight around Dan Heng, a reaction to the tug, and cries out at how good it feels to have the dragon rolling into him.]
Harder, [he snarls, all pretense of being gentle and slow forgotten. Blade is on top so he's determined to control the pace, and he's decided he doesn't need to walk tomorrow.
He wants to give Dan Heng a show. He rocks his hips and rides the dragon with purpose, one hand twisted into his own messy dark hair and the other gripping the sheets. He's a hot mess, wracked by pleasure, his long hair splaying over his shoulders and sticking to the sweat on his scarred skin. Blade's mouth falls open, swollen lips pleading Dan Heng's name softly between thrusts, or simply offering withering moans.
He's getting the hang of it. When Dan Heng grinds into him again, Blade rolls his hips so his lover's cock traces inside of him, making circles against that sensitive spot. Blade shouts loud enough to crack his deep voice.]