[Next time, he thinks, he wants Dan Heng to mark him the way Blade wants to mark him. They belong to each other. They've only ever belonged to each other, throughout the lives they've lived and the worlds they've traveled.
His lover's firm strokes pierce the fog of lust and keep him in the present. Blade's ears pin against his hair, twitching with every deep thrust his boyfriend gives him, too. He whimpers and squeezes so tight every time Dan Heng tugs on his tail, heightening their shared pleasure. Blade claws desperately at the sheets as he feels the heat spreading from his core, threatening.]
P-please, please, love, don't stop...
[He keens at the nails digging into his ass and realizes he really likes that. Something he'll examine later, probably. There's no chance that Blade will be quiet now. The dragon's strength is quiet but felt, and Blade loses the last shred of self-control he has.]
D-Dan Heng, god, you're so—deep—
[He grabs one of Dan Heng's hands and presses it against his lower stomach so he can feel himself moving inside Blade.]
I'm—
[He screams Dan Heng's name and falls over the edge before he can say anything else. He makes a mess of himself and probably Dan Heng's hand, but he doesn't care. He rides through it with enthusiasm, not wanting to stop; even if he gets tired, he wants a certain divine dragon to consecrate him like only he can.]
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His lover's firm strokes pierce the fog of lust and keep him in the present. Blade's ears pin against his hair, twitching with every deep thrust his boyfriend gives him, too. He whimpers and squeezes so tight every time Dan Heng tugs on his tail, heightening their shared pleasure. Blade claws desperately at the sheets as he feels the heat spreading from his core, threatening.]
P-please, please, love, don't stop...
[He keens at the nails digging into his ass and realizes he really likes that. Something he'll examine later, probably. There's no chance that Blade will be quiet now. The dragon's strength is quiet but felt, and Blade loses the last shred of self-control he has.]
D-Dan Heng, god, you're so—deep—
[He grabs one of Dan Heng's hands and presses it against his lower stomach so he can feel himself moving inside Blade.]
I'm—
[He screams Dan Heng's name and falls over the edge before he can say anything else. He makes a mess of himself and probably Dan Heng's hand, but he doesn't care. He rides through it with enthusiasm, not wanting to stop; even if he gets tired, he wants a certain divine dragon to consecrate him like only he can.]