[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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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?