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Dan heng is hot all over.
The new form granted to him through their journey on Amphoreus undoubtedly had its advantages but so it did the limitations.
The sweltering, dizzying heat that he feels now, rendering him helpless and unable to do much of anything without struggle to keep himself together, is certainly one of them.
The feeling is not unfamiliar. His heritage came with the similar sort of challenge once in a while, but never this intense, never to the point when he feels like his whole body is one naked nerve, his mind filled with fog and desire so deep and intense he could barely think.
His mind muddled by the intensity of all the sensations piling on him at once - hazy, unclear; the tightness of his shirt, fabric grazing against his chest, the flush he feels on his face, skin hot and the drops of sweat rolling down the back of his neck.
The heat - the most intense of all - pooling deep in the pit of his stomach, tingling and itchy.
The feel of soft skin under his fingers - half claws now, his body unable to resist the change under the intensity of his current state. The inability to wrangle control over his own form would have bothered him any other day, but Dan Heng hears a quiet gasp under him, feels the soft flesh in his palm and suddenly can't think of much else.
He looks down, chest heaving with effort to grasp the last strands of composure.
Jing Yuan smiles at him, eyes crinkled in what Dan Heng thinks might be amusement or worse - fondness. He is pressed to the soft sheets of his bed, silk piling under the naked flesh - how they managed to get to this point Dan Heng can't exactly remember. His own clothes feels too restrictive, uncomfortable and tight and Dan Heng resists the urge to claw it off of his body, the last bit of rationality winning in the end. Instead he bends down, presses his lips to Jing Yuan's neck - hungry, feverish - the skin under his tongue tastes of salt, but he doesn't mind it, and drinks in the quiet moan filling the room.
He slipped into the familiar room with the first light of dawn, hot and restless with desire, his body moving on its own to find the only one who can grant him the relief he craves.
Jing Yuan awoke to his presence almost immediately - the general's insticts never failing, even in his most vulnerable moments. Not that Dan Heng was particularly sneaky. Or quiet.
Jing Yuan welcomed him with a slightly confused look and outstretched palm to hold.
Dang Heng took it and more, mouth pressed to mouth, wet lips going over the skin almost reverent as he pressed his mouth lower - the jaw, the sensitive hollow of Jing Yuans neck, teeth nipping on the skin, when Jing Yuan lets out a small strangled breath.
Dan Heng's cock twitches at the sound and suddenly he can't wait anymore.
Dan heng mouth is on his chest, licking a wet strip over Jing Yuan's nipple, his other hand busying itself with playing with the other nub. Jing Yuan grunts softly underneath him, as his teeth catch the nub - red and swollen now - slightly, not enough to hurt, but sharp still.
Despite the urgency Dan Heng feels, the all consuming lust that burns him inside out, begging him to get his cock inside, fill Jing Yuan to the brim and leave him breathless - he can't help but to indulge himself, licking and biting all over the other man's chest, hungry, hurryied, like it's his last meal he is ever allowed to have.
...perhaps this form, this newfound power coursing through his veins is making him greedy. But he can hold on a bit more. If it means he gets to indulge in the soft, delicious flesh and strangled sounds falling from Jing Yuan's lips, working him mellow and pliant under him, pleasuring him until the man forgets his own name, consumed by every sensation and touch - Dan Heng can withstand a millenia more of this torturous pace if it means staying here with Jing Yuan.
So despite the overconsuming need to flip him over, pin him down to the bed and take whats his, Dan Heng lets the abused little nub - red and puffy and glistening with his spit - out of his mouth and kisses down Jing Yuan's torso, forcing himself to slow down, to savor the taste of his lover on his tounge - soft kisses and licks going all the way down to his navel, where his cock is half hard now, resting against his stomach.
Dan Heng's mouth waters. And before Jing Yuan manages to utter his name out in a soft whisper, he takes the head into his mouth - hot and wet and inviting.
His tongue - longer, thinner - wraps around Jing Yuan's cock and the man twitches with his full body at the sensation, eyes suddenly going wider.
Ah yes. Another advantage. The one, Dan Heng could not admit without shame, he was waiting the most eagerly to showcase to Jing Yuan in particular.
Jing Yuan jolts, thighs tensing around Dan Heng's head and his hands fly to his hair, fingers tangling into the black strands, thumb brushing the base of Dan Heng's horns. It makes him purr in delight somehow, mouth still on Jing Yuan's cock and it makes the man under him let out a strained sort of noise that only ignites the fire in the pit of Dan Heng's stomach brighter.
He gets to work then, suddenly feeling the overpowering hunger, his tongue wraps around the shaft, the tip of it nestled flushed under the velvet head. Dan Heng moves like a man dying of thirst - and in a way he is - sucking at the head hurriedly, lapping up the drops of precum and pushing it deeper into his throat again, his hand placed neatly at the base, fingers wrapped around it. Jing Yuan tastes divine like he always does, the skin and salt and everything that rationaly should feel unpleasant on his tongue, only makes him hungrier, more eager to swallow every single drop of what he has to give.
At the same time he fumbles with the vial of oil he somehow managed to get despite the haze, spills it over the inside of Jing Yuan's thighs, lower, rather unceremoniously, stopping for a single second to coat his own fingers, before diving back again, tongue working in a rapid pace. His slick fingers find the entrance, as he presses down slightly and Jing Yuan trembles. It's softer than he expects, more pliant and his finger slips in without much problem.
Ah.
The thought admittedly comes a little late - Dan Heng already has two fingers in, fucking into Jing Yuan with steady movements, forcing himself to go slower, when the realization comes in waves.
Did Jing Yuan...prepare himself for him?
It makes Dan Heng pause for just a second, body going still, the image of Jing Yuan sprawled on his bed, taking his own fingers in preparation for Dan Heng's cock, presenting himself to the empty chamber, waiting waiting to be filled up and used.
Did he somehow knew Dan Heng was coming? Its not entirely impossible, someone from the express might have sent the note of their arrival, while Dan Heng was to busy with dealing with his new body's demands.
Or perhaps... Jing Yuan had missed him.
He missed him so much, he took in to pleasuring himself, imitating the way Dan Heng's cock would've felt. Did he imagine Dan Heng fucking him? Stretching himself out, staining his silk sheets with oil and cum, his fingers not long enough to reach the deeper spot inside, the position too uncomfortable to keep going for long, yearning for the feel of Dan Heng's cock filling him up, fucking him in the right, familiar way that felt much much better than just getting off on his own fingers, grunting in frustration when he couldn't reach the same extasy alone, wrecked unsatisfied and desperate for Dan Heng presence.
Its suddenly hard to breathe.
Dan Heng's mind is spinnig, images so alluring filling his mind and his cock throbs painfully, still clad in his trousers. He moans around the mouthful of cock, his fingers going faster, deeper.
Jing Yuan is taut underneath him, his back arched, fingers grasping at the sheets and Dan Heng looks up through his eyelashes, still sucking, head bobbing up and down and can't take his eyes away from the sight of Jing Yuan's rising chest, the flush on his neck, the way his eyebrows are scrunched up and his lips part in pleasure - Jing Yuan has never been loud - soft moans and heavy breaths in his ear is all Dan Heng used to get and at some point it was enough - more than, even - sometimes it felt entirely too much and undeserved.
But now, now that the greed took root inside of him, inside his pathetic, weak heart, unable to resist the temptation, he's not sure he can be content with that.
So he doubles down, relaxes his throat and swallows all the way down, until his nose touches the soft pubic hair of the lower stomach and Jing Yuan chockes out a moan but its still not enough.
Dan Heng's fingers, three now, pick up their pace, fucking roughly into the soft ring of muscles, the tip of his fingers hitting the soft bundle of nerves inside and Jing Yuan's whole body jolts under him, a strangled breath and curled toes, while Dan Heng keeps his throat working, assaulting Jing Yuan's senses from both ends.
And much to the delight of the part of his soul that wants and wants and wants - Jing Yuan grows louder, gasps growing into outright moans, the deep grunts in his chest turning into outright shouts. His leg kicks out wildly at one of the particularly long drags of the tongue, accompanied with the hit of his fingers right into his sweet spot and suddenly theres a hand in Dan Heng's hair, grabbing a little roughly.
"Ah! W-wait, Dan Heng - " Jing Yuan's voice is rough with need, the sound of the name fallen from his lips sounds wretched. Dan Heng thinks his brain just stopped working. "Im -"
They have never done this before. Never this fast, never this rough, and never with ones satisfaction reaching its peak before the other. Every moment with him, the tender intimacy Dan Heng found himself trapped in whenever Jing Yuan indulged him, was a quiet, gentle thing, both of them together, their senses intertwined. Jing Yuan - beautiful, kind, gentle Jing Yuan - always made sure they came together, as close to each other as possible. It took some time to come to this compromise - their first few times Jing Yuan was so focused on spoiling Dan Heng and only him, it seemed like he could forego his own pleasure just for the sake of indulging Dan Heng, trapping him into a cocoon of honeyed words and gentle touches, unable to reciprocate - it took an admittedly embarrassing outburst of build up need and frustration from the younger man for them to enter a more equal arrangment.
And now... perhaps Dan Heng grew selfish after all. Jing Yuan once told him, in a half silent whisper near his ear, that he is ought to be. Ought to stop feeling shame, to take what he wants with less hesitation, letting go of the bitter taste of ash on his tongue and live.
It seems Dan Heng might have finally took that advice to heart.
He ignores the weak shove Jing Yuan attempts, pushing his forehead, gentle still, unbearably so, to get him off and instead plunges his fingers deeper, reveling in the startled gasp, his mouth moving with renewed vigor.
The room suddenly is filled not only with the wet slicking noises, but the moans much louder than before. Dan Heng listens intently, hunger never sated, not wanting to miss a single ragged breath, a single rise of the chest in a choked groan. The cock grows heavier against his tongue and he knows Jing Yuan is painfully close, so with one last twist of the fingers, he rests his mouth against the velvety head and sucks.
Jing Yuan's whole body trembles under the force of his orgasm, back arching, head thrown back and Dan Heng fucks him through it, as the taste of Jing Yuan's cum hits his tongue. He drinks it all in, swallows, the sensitive flesh still enveloped in the heat of his mouth, and Jing Yuan's hips stutter on reflex.
Dan Heng keeps himself still for a second, before moving up with a long drag of his tongue, that has Jing Yuan squirm in overstimulation beneath him. Dan Heng props himself on his knees, eyes going over Jing Yuan's tremblenig body, taking in the mess that he made of him, flushed and wet and sensitive.
Dan Heng feels like something inside him might explode. He really can't wait anymore.
He nearly rips his own clothing, discarding it on the floor in a hurry, his cock springing free, flushed and heavy, wet with precum.
He should wait, should let Jing Yuan at least catch his breath for a minute, but the heat swirls inside his stomach, his whole body aching and Jing Yuan under him looks ravished - so Dan Heng grabs his legs, hands placed firmly under his knees, and pushes down closer to Jing Yuan's chest, his still twitching entrance full on display. The sight makes Dan Heng lick his lips.
His cockhead nudges at the the rim, sensitive and puffy and Jing Yuan lets out a sound he has never heard before, as he pushes deeper inside the tight walls of muscle, gritting his teeth in effort.
Dan Heng feels like he could barely breathe, enveloped in the overwhelming heat of Jing Yuan's body. His face is unbearably hot, tension building behind his eyes, and he moves with a jerky, stuttered thrust that makes Jing Yuan clench around him.
His head is spinning as he builds up the quick, hurried rhythm, hips stuttering in effort, his cock burrying deeper deeper and the soft gasps from the other man only fuel him more - he presses down harder, closer, going all the way to the hilt, skin flush against each other, as he leans closer unable to take his eyes away from Jing Yuan's face twisted in pleasure, wet hair sticking to his damp forehead, eyes squeezed shut. His own mouth hangs open, breath rugged and heavy, as he keeps moving his hips in deep long strokes - each one eliciting the wet sound of slapping skin, alongside the breathy groans falling from Jing Yuan's lips, that only make Dan Heng's need grow heavier.
His claws dig into the the soft flesh of Jing Yuan's thighs as he pushes them lower, watches the nice stretch of muscle with a lidded gaze, cock twitching as he fucks into him harder, dizzy with desire. He trails his eyes down, taking in the soft muscles of Jing Yuan's chest, the drops of sweat rolling down lower to the vulnerable curve of his belly. He watches his own cock going in and out of the swollen entrance with wet squelching noises. Jing Yuang writhes under him, mouth open, skin flushed and Dan Heng's teeth ache.
He grits them harder and picks up the pace, feeling his own release coming. He leans in closer, muscles tensing as he goes faster, his nose brushing Jing Yuan's and with a few last strokes, he brings their lips together, tongues mingling as he spills inside.
Jing Yuan moans into his mouth, arms circling around his shoulders to bring them even closer, impossibly so, and Dan Heng feels dizzy from the lack of air.
He comes up slowly, letting Jing Yuan's hands fall listlessly onto the bed. He looks entirely spent - his chest coated in his own cum rises heavy with each breath.
Dan Heng's cock slips out of Jing Yuan's hole slowly, draging through the sensetive walls and the man beneath him trembles at the motion.
It's not enough
Dan Heng keeps his hands placed under the other man's knees, never letting go despite the tension growing in his arms, and watches the white drops of cum leak out of the twitching entrance.
Dan Heng feels like he might be possessed.
He's not sure what makes him do that, the deep insatiable hunger in him still growing, when he flips Jing Yuan over, eliciting a half confused noise from the man, and props him on his knees, face smushed into a pillow, hips raised.
He watches as his hole flutters around nothing, making more cum spill out, marking the skin of his thighs and dropping onto the sheets.
Dan Heng places his hand near it, catching the edge of the rim with his thumb and spreads it wider, watches the white leak out, entranced.
Jing Yuan's body fully shakes.
It's not enough
He wants to push it back. Wants every single drop of his cum to be kept inside Jing Yuan, filling him up, deep and warm, his stomach swelling with his seed.
There is a whimper ringing through the heated silence of the room and Dan Heng thinks it might be his.
He's not sure how long he watches, light headed and shaky, but when he comes to his senses (barely, just barely, there is still a void inside the pit of his stomach that begs to be filled) he is hard again and Jing Yuan is saying something but Dan Heng can't really hear him.
He moves then, hovering over, before pressing his chest to Jing Yuan's back, his cock nudging at the entrance, somehow even more desperate than before.
There is a shiver and a groan below him, halting him in his place.
Dan Heng swallows heavily, presses his nose to Jing Yuan's temple, breathes in deeply to steady himself, but the faint, sweet smell of Jing Yuan's hair only makes his body burn up more.
"Please - " he doesn't recognize his own voice, deep and rugged and needy. "Once more. Please."
He doesn't think he ever begged for anything in his life with such anguish. He tries to steel himself for the rejection but just the thought of it makes him grow fervent, his chest painfully tight.
He awaits for the response like a death sentence, lip worried under his teeth, and when Jing Yuan turns his face to him, kisses his swollen mouth in silent acceptance, Dan Heng's heart skips a bit.
He moans into the kiss and pushes his cock in as Jing Yuan shudders, peppering kisses over the strong line of his shoulders, his teeth catching on skin. His tail sneaks around the man's waist, wrapping around tightly, possessive - and suddenly emboldened he places his fangs neatly at the back of Jing Yuan's neck and bites , relishes in the choked out sound ringing through the room, as he laps at the mark apologetically but giddy with joy.
They don't leave the room for the whole day.
***
Jing Yuan wakes up in the middle of the night, body sore and filled, Dan Heng draped over his back close, arms wrapped around his waist and cock still burried deep into him - there is not a single inch where their bodies don't touch and Jing Yuan feels the overwhelming heat radiating of the other man's skin, which makes him heady.
Dan Heng is nuzzled into his neck, lips pressed over the juncture where his shoulder connects and Jing Yuan's lips twitch into a smile, chest swelling with warmth. He might not be aware of the details of this new...development but experiencing the new form of his lover first hand was certainly...exhilarating. Even if deeply exhausting and most likely leaving him bruised and aching for days.
Jing Yuan shifts a bit, and tries to drag himself off of Dan Heng's cock slowly. Perhaps he can manage to get gimself to the kitchen, gods know he needs a glass of water -
The arms wrapped around him flex and the suddenly tense body behind him yanks itself closer, filling Jing Yuan to the brim once again, cock draging through the still sensetive walls of his entrance, forcing the startled moan of his lips. Dan Heng presses himself somehow even tighter to his back and growls into his neck, seemingly still asleep.
Jing Yuan can't help the breathless huff of laughter that escapes him, too bewildered to do anything but to accept his fate and fall back into the soft pillows.
Ah... he really can't wait to see Dan Heng's face tomorrow.
***
Dan heng is sitting on the bed, knees tucked under him, head hanged low. He looks the perfect image of a guilty disciple ready to receive his punishment for committing the most grave of sins. Jing Yuan's body unsurprisingly still aches.
"I'm sorry," his voice is rough and Jing Yuan eyes crinkle with a smile at the impossibly red flush going across Dan Heng's whole face, all the way down to his neck and chest. It's quite a rare sight. Perhaps losing his ability to walk straight for a few days wasn't such a big price to pay.
Dan Heng rises his eyes to him, almost timidly, and sweeps his gaze across the countless red marks adorning Jing Yuan's neck and chest, and squeezes his eyes shut almost immediately, lips pressed together.
The sight is all too endearing.
"It's quite all right," Jing Yuan laughs, raspy but full. "Just maybe go a bit easy on this old man in the future."
Dan Heng's face somehow goes even more red.
"I'm really sorry."
Jing Yuan laughs once again.