[His brows don't un-knot themselves, and the corners of his mouth slant down. He's still flushed from how deep they've gotten into their cups, but that could mean nothing, considering how Dan Feng drinks like a fish.]
I have never seen a mortal grey before you. [He's still stuck here? Maybe? He unfolds his hands from where they're turned into his sleeve, the intricate embroidery glinting in the dim of the lanterns above them.] I have not cared before you, either. I would rather not think of a time when all I have of you is the memory of your laughter.
[ this is not the first that they've discussed this, nor will it be the last, but even still, yingxing sighs. ]
Then don't think about it. [ he says, catching dan feng's hands as they descend. they're such beautiful hands. he squeezes them lightly. ] Just think about right now, instead. Can you do that for me?
[ he's being bold, taking dan feng's hands like that, holding them in his own warm, rough, callused ones. he's touched dan feng before, but even still, this is different, this is warmer, more intimate, lingering. ]
[That's- Dan Feng's no stranger to friendly touches, not anymore. Baiheng had no sense of personal space, Jing Yuan slept on his sleeves, and even Jingliu was not above a friendly hand on his shoulder - he was blessed to have friends who saw him as Dan Feng before Imbibitor Lunae - and Yingxing, well.
It couldn't be said it was all Yingxing who started it. Dan Feng, too, sat next to him during all of their gatherings, passed drinks and snacks to him, stood too close than was proper when he was loitering at the forge, and one, memorable time, handed Yingxing his hair stick, fingers brushing against his.
Tonight they sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, and his tail curled around the far side of Yingxing's hip. Things that could be explained away by other reasons. But there was no explaining this. Dan Feng pauses, and then his hands curl around Yingxing's, and he can feel the prickle of blood rushing to his face.]
Only you would be impudent enough to tell me what to do. [He can't look up from their hands. Or the heave of Yingxing's chest. He swallows. Yingxing already knows his staff are dismissed for the night - they always are, when they drink together.] What are we doing?
[ but that's not true, is it? yingxing knows. knows what he himself is doing. knows that he doesn't want to let dan feng's hands go ever again. it's just as he'd said, they have been dancing around this for a long time now, and yingxing's feet are getting tired. he's probably the only person on the luofu who would be - "impudent" - enough to touch dan feng this way. ]
It's been a nice dance, but.. I think the night has come to a close, yeah?
[ no more dancing. only the quiet night ahead of them. yingxing is bold even on the worst of days, and now, empowered by baijiu, he lifts one hand to dan feng's face, cradling his too-soft jaw. it's like feeling cool silk. dipping his head, he touches their brows together, his warm breath brushing dan feng's perfect lips. ]
[His eyes cross a little bit, trying to look at Yingxing from so close. He lifts his hand to wrap around the one on his face, keeping it there. There's a smattering of scales shimmering on his cheekbones - those only come out when he's flushed this hard.
He doesn't remember if his heart has even pounded this fast. He doesn't think he cares, actually, because before he can think about it, his heels lift off the ground, and he's the one closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. He doesn't close his eyes. Is he supposed to close his eyes.]
[ yingxing is both confident that dan feng will rise to the occasion, and terrified of rejection, at the exact same time - but in the end, it would seem that his forwardness paid off. dan feng's lips brush his own, and yingxing's heart leaps into his throat. he's never wanted anyone like this. never cared about anyone like this.
also, close your eyes you fucking freak??
without further hesitation, yingxing presses forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head to slot their mouths more comfortably together. it's all too easy. ]
[He's already thinking, isn't the angle a little awkward, none of the books he's read ever said anything about the angle, but then Yingxing is changing the angle and they fit so much better together and he isn't thinking about it but he closes his eyes, too, his hands finding purchase in Yingxing's coat.
He smells good. (He always does.) He needs to be introduced to the concept of lip balm. He presses against Dan Feng's mouth and Dan Feng makes a sound at the back of his throat, and Dan Feng draws back just enough so he can lean in and kiss him sweet again.]
[ dan feng all but melts into the kiss, and yingxing's heart leaps. everything else is easy. simple. effortless. yingxing's arms slide around dan feng's middle, scooping him in close to his body, and in the same moment the kiss deepens, his lips parting, trying to coax dan feng's to do the same.
he doesn't push, doesn't bully, but eases dan feng into it, showing him what to do by example, though he's perhaps slightly clumsy with alcohol - but they're both a little drunk, loosened up. their breath mingles. dan feng's lips are impossibly soft, he smells like rain, there's a deep satisfaction that comes with kissing him, born from how godsdamned long they've taken to get here. he murmurs against dan feng's lips: ]
[It's very obvious that Dan Feng hasn't done any of this before, but it's also obvious he's doing his best, that he really likes how Yingxing tastes, even though they might have a little bit of trouble with the fangs...
He's breathing a little hard when they part. This is the most exertion Yingxing would have ever seen from him.]
Wake up with me tomorrow?
[He replies, soft, a little hesitant, wrapping his arms around Yingxing's shoulders.]
[ it's certainly a first, seeing dan feng like this, flushed and panting softly, his lips parted around every breath, pink from kissing. gods, he's beautiful.
heart still pounding, yingxing nudges their noses together, kissing him again, then again, like he can't get enough. his hands smooth down dan feng's back, calluses catching against fine silks. ]
I will. I'm not leaving.
[ reaching past dan feng, he slides open the paper door behind him, then dives in for another kiss. ]
[Yingxing's touch through several layers of fabric is already a brand down his spine, his mouth against Dan Feng's heady, and he can't do anything about the rush of heat already pooling down his belly. Just from the kisses, just from those hands, he's barely done anything--
He leaves the door open. The courtyard and gardens are vast enough for privacy, aside from the occluding charms Dan Feng has in place over his personal estate. They stumble into his study, and Dan Feng's hands are already wandering everywhere - Yingxing's nape, his jaw, threading into his hair and yanking out his hair stick so Dan Feng can pull.]
Yingxing, Yingxing- [He keeps saying his name, panting it, getting hungrier every moment.] I want--
[ they surge into the room together, clumsy and heedless, entirely wrapped up in one another. though he'd been nervous, yingxing knew that heeding his gut was his best choice of action, knew that there was no universe in which they aren't meant to be beside one another, together like this. gravity pulled them together inexorably. ]
Keep saying my name.
[ he whispers, groaning low when dan feng's hands tug at his loosened hair, entirely careless of where his hair stick might fall. it's tempting to grab dan feng's thighs, to hoist him up and onto the desk to have his way with him right here in his study.. but not this time. not their first time.
instead, he pushes forward, backing dan feng up to the next door, shoving it open, his mouth moving down the slope of that soft throat now, pressing hot kisses there. not far to the bedroom. ]
[Another time Dan Feng might have teased him for such arrogance, but he's too busy baring his throat, his hands clutching at Yingxing's shoulders and the back of his head. Yingxing's name drops into the silence of the manor like a promise, and the heavy embroidered jacket is discarded, dropped to the wooden floor.]
This- this way- [He's fumbling at the buttons of Yingxing's coat.] Off. Off or I'll rip it--
[ he knows the layout of the manor decently, but truth be told, much of the time when he's here they're drinking in the gardens beneath the moon, so he's glad for the direction when he's drunk on baijiu and dan feng both. he also doesn't need to be told twice. yingxing's hands are up, tugging open the buttons of his heavy coat and shrugging it off of his shoulders as they moved, letting it fall onto the corridor floor not far from dan feng's cropped jacket.
dan feng has seen much of him before, in the sleeveless shirts he often wears while he works, but this time he's entirely bare from the waist up, all hard planes of muscle and broad shoulders, arms strong from the weight of the hammer, skin nicked and dipped with battle scars. a few more steps. nearly there. ]
[Nearly there but not there because the moment he's shirtless Dan Feng's immediately trying to slam him against a wall, just so he can look, eyes so dark the glowing azure of them is nearly gone.
[ damn. yingxing knows how strong dan feng can be despite his slight figure, but even still, the force with which he slams him back into the wall is formidable. and also extremely hot. heat pools south immediately.
taking dan feng's hands, he presses them to his own abdomen, sliding them up his chest. ]
Any time you want. But if we don't get into your bed right now -
[ dropping his hands, he makes good on his earlier thoughts, snagging dan feng's thighs to pull him right up against him, lifting him up. he'll carry him there if he has to. ]
[He's literally dreamt of this. He wraps his arms around those broad shoulders and chokes a moan quietly into Yingxing's ear, still trying to tamp down on his noises.
Yingxing can navigate his way into Dan Feng's luxurious bedroom himself, all finely carved jade and mahogany, stacks and stacks of papers and scrolls on a low table betraying how Dan Feng forgoes sleeping for working. The bed doesn't even look touched.]
You smell so intoxicating all the time. [Dan Feng whines into his neck like it's an offense.]
[ thankfully it's a straight shot from here, dan feng's private chambers just a few steps away, and yingxing all but knocks the sliding doors from their tracks in his desperation to get in, pushing through the living area and into his sleeping quarters without hesitation. and all the while he's kissing him, mouthing at him, breathing hot into his ear.
finally they're collapsing onto the bed together in a heap, yingxing's hips slotting between dan feng's thighs, grinding there, betraying his arousal immediately. there's still too much clothing between them. with his hands free now, he can tug open those belts and silk skirts of his, pushing them away even as he chuckles. ]
[Dan Feng is of absolutely zero help, because he's trying to get Yingxing's clothes off, too; it's like undressing a very slippery eel. A perverted eel, it looks like, because he's unrepentant in his pilfering from Yingxing's forge.
With the skirt and accoutrements gone, the inner fabric of his trousers seem suspiciously... damp? And when Yingxing pulls even those off, he will learn two things:
a. Dan Feng wears panties, a trail of scales leading down under the hem, and b. He's been drenched this entire time, the insides of his thighs slick and gleaming in what little light there is from the windows.]
he's going to have to circle around back to that later though, because he's learning a lot of things right now. like that dan feng wears panties. and that he's so wet that even his thighs are glistening with it. there are so many questions going through his mind, even as he's kicking off his own pants.
yingxing is decidedly not wearing panties, but instead tight black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the thick bulge of his cock, achingly hard by now. but he's looking down at dan feng's face instead, his brow knit. ]
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I wasn't being serious, don't worry. Don't give me those eyes.
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I have never seen a mortal grey before you. [He's still stuck here? Maybe? He unfolds his hands from where they're turned into his sleeve, the intricate embroidery glinting in the dim of the lanterns above them.] I have not cared before you, either. I would rather not think of a time when all I have of you is the memory of your laughter.
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Then don't think about it. [ he says, catching dan feng's hands as they descend. they're such beautiful hands. he squeezes them lightly. ] Just think about right now, instead. Can you do that for me?
[ he's being bold, taking dan feng's hands like that, holding them in his own warm, rough, callused ones. he's touched dan feng before, but even still, this is different, this is warmer, more intimate, lingering. ]
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It couldn't be said it was all Yingxing who started it. Dan Feng, too, sat next to him during all of their gatherings, passed drinks and snacks to him, stood too close than was proper when he was loitering at the forge, and one, memorable time, handed Yingxing his hair stick, fingers brushing against his.
Tonight they sat close enough that their shoulders brushed, and his tail curled around the far side of Yingxing's hip. Things that could be explained away by other reasons. But there was no explaining this. Dan Feng pauses, and then his hands curl around Yingxing's, and he can feel the prickle of blood rushing to his face.]
Only you would be impudent enough to tell me what to do. [He can't look up from their hands. Or the heave of Yingxing's chest. He swallows. Yingxing already knows his staff are dismissed for the night - they always are, when they drink together.] What are we doing?
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[ but that's not true, is it? yingxing knows. knows what he himself is doing. knows that he doesn't want to let dan feng's hands go ever again. it's just as he'd said, they have been dancing around this for a long time now, and yingxing's feet are getting tired. he's probably the only person on the luofu who would be - "impudent" - enough to touch dan feng this way. ]
It's been a nice dance, but.. I think the night has come to a close, yeah?
[ no more dancing. only the quiet night ahead of them. yingxing is bold even on the worst of days, and now, empowered by baijiu, he lifts one hand to dan feng's face, cradling his too-soft jaw. it's like feeling cool silk. dipping his head, he touches their brows together, his warm breath brushing dan feng's perfect lips. ]
So are you going to invite me in, this time?
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He doesn't remember if his heart has even pounded this fast. He doesn't think he cares, actually, because before he can think about it, his heels lift off the ground, and he's the one closing the distance between them, pressing their lips together. He doesn't close his eyes. Is he supposed to close his eyes.]
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also, close your eyes you fucking freak??
without further hesitation, yingxing presses forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head to slot their mouths more comfortably together. it's all too easy. ]
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He smells good. (He always does.) He needs to be introduced to the concept of lip balm. He presses against Dan Feng's mouth and Dan Feng makes a sound at the back of his throat, and Dan Feng draws back just enough so he can lean in and kiss him sweet again.]
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he doesn't push, doesn't bully, but eases dan feng into it, showing him what to do by example, though he's perhaps slightly clumsy with alcohol - but they're both a little drunk, loosened up. their breath mingles. dan feng's lips are impossibly soft, he smells like rain, there's a deep satisfaction that comes with kissing him, born from how godsdamned long they've taken to get here. he murmurs against dan feng's lips: ]
Invite me in.
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He's breathing a little hard when they part. This is the most exertion Yingxing would have ever seen from him.]
Wake up with me tomorrow?
[He replies, soft, a little hesitant, wrapping his arms around Yingxing's shoulders.]
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heart still pounding, yingxing nudges their noses together, kissing him again, then again, like he can't get enough. his hands smooth down dan feng's back, calluses catching against fine silks. ]
I will. I'm not leaving.
[ reaching past dan feng, he slides open the paper door behind him, then dives in for another kiss. ]
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He leaves the door open. The courtyard and gardens are vast enough for privacy, aside from the occluding charms Dan Feng has in place over his personal estate. They stumble into his study, and Dan Feng's hands are already wandering everywhere - Yingxing's nape, his jaw, threading into his hair and yanking out his hair stick so Dan Feng can pull.]
Yingxing, Yingxing- [He keeps saying his name, panting it, getting hungrier every moment.] I want--
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Keep saying my name.
[ he whispers, groaning low when dan feng's hands tug at his loosened hair, entirely careless of where his hair stick might fall. it's tempting to grab dan feng's thighs, to hoist him up and onto the desk to have his way with him right here in his study.. but not this time. not their first time.
instead, he pushes forward, backing dan feng up to the next door, shoving it open, his mouth moving down the slope of that soft throat now, pressing hot kisses there. not far to the bedroom. ]
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This- this way- [He's fumbling at the buttons of Yingxing's coat.] Off. Off or I'll rip it--
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dan feng has seen much of him before, in the sleeveless shirts he often wears while he works, but this time he's entirely bare from the waist up, all hard planes of muscle and broad shoulders, arms strong from the weight of the hammer, skin nicked and dipped with battle scars. a few more steps. nearly there. ]
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He makes an inhuman, growling sound of want.]
I want you like this all the time.
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taking dan feng's hands, he presses them to his own abdomen, sliding them up his chest. ]
Any time you want. But if we don't get into your bed right now -
[ dropping his hands, he makes good on his earlier thoughts, snagging dan feng's thighs to pull him right up against him, lifting him up. he'll carry him there if he has to. ]
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Yingxing can navigate his way into Dan Feng's luxurious bedroom himself, all finely carved jade and mahogany, stacks and stacks of papers and scrolls on a low table betraying how Dan Feng forgoes sleeping for working. The bed doesn't even look touched.]
You smell so intoxicating all the time. [Dan Feng whines into his neck like it's an offense.]
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finally they're collapsing onto the bed together in a heap, yingxing's hips slotting between dan feng's thighs, grinding there, betraying his arousal immediately. there's still too much clothing between them. with his hands free now, he can tug open those belts and silk skirts of his, pushing them away even as he chuckles. ]
I smell like sweat and steel.
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[Dan Feng is of absolutely zero help, because he's trying to get Yingxing's clothes off, too; it's like undressing a very slippery eel. A perverted eel, it looks like, because he's unrepentant in his pilfering from Yingxing's forge.
With the skirt and accoutrements gone, the inner fabric of his trousers seem suspiciously... damp? And when Yingxing pulls even those off, he will learn two things:
a. Dan Feng wears panties, a trail of scales leading down under the hem, and
b. He's been drenched this entire time, the insides of his thighs slick and gleaming in what little light there is from the windows.]
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he's going to have to circle around back to that later though, because he's learning a lot of things right now. like that dan feng wears panties. and that he's so wet that even his thighs are glistening with it. there are so many questions going through his mind, even as he's kicking off his own pants.
yingxing is decidedly not wearing panties, but instead tight black boxer briefs that do nothing to hide the thick bulge of his cock, achingly hard by now. but he's looking down at dan feng's face instead, his brow knit. ]
I - uh..
[ ???? dan feng has a coochie??? ]
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He closes his knees.]
What are you staring at?