[ yingxing feels dizzy, blurry eyed as she shucks off the rest of her silks and climbs up to lay beside him, beautifully nude, her soft curves and pale jade skin on full display for him. her soft hand curls around his cock, stroking him slowly, making him groan low and soft as the aftershocks continue to roll in.
turning his head, yingxing butts his brow lightly against hers, exhaling a low laugh. ]
.. just a little.
[ for as beautiful and skilled as last week's courtesan had been, they weren't who yingxing really wanted. and before that.. well. it'd been just him and his own hands for almost three decades. pent up is surely the word for it. his hips continue to rock while she gently strokes him, a hum in the back of his throat. ]
Don't think I don't plan to take care of you, too.
[ just. in a moment. once he catches his breath and the room stops tilting. ]
[ She laughs softly, shaking her head in answer to him when he butts his brow to hers. It's a simple affectionate gesture, perhaps more than he should offer someone like her—and yet she finds she doesn't mind it.
She welcomes it, even, leaning forward to peck a soft kiss against his mouth in return, even as he laughs lowly, even as she keeps slowly working her hand over his answering hips. ]
That will come in time, [ she murmurs. After all, her job and desire both is to please him, to give him in this encounter all the things he wants, dreams about. ] For now, tell me more about what "everything" means to you, Yingxing-xiansheng.
[ She dips her head to press kisses over the top of his chest as she waits for his answer. ]
[ maybe he's being a little too affectionate, but.. that's the fantasy that she's supposed to be selling, too, right? it's not always just about sex, but about the illusion of companionship, which he's more than happy to take her up on. but then she's asking him about "everything", and yingxing laughs. ]
I mean everything.
[ he says softly, smiling when she kisses his chest, his eyes meeting hers. ]
I want to kiss every inch of you. [ he murmurs, one hand smoothing through her hair. ] To touch every inch of you. To fuck you every way you want me to until you forget your own name.
Yingxing speaks words that would make more sense if she were a woman he was trying to woo than a sex worker. Dan Heng feels her cheeks warm even as some deep part of her rumbles in content—
because this is how it's meant to be. After all, Yingxing is hers.
The thought strikes her abruptly, and she lowers her head, hiding her shock at her own mind with a soft chuckle.
She should tell him that she's here for him, not the other way around— ]
If that's what you want, handsome, then who am I to refuse?
[ the little tinge of pink in her cheeks feels like a victory, but yinging is sure not to act too smug about it, even if he wants to. he's walking a dangerous line, he knows, tiptoeing along the edge of a knife, so he knows he has to be careful.
especially considering how he knows full well how wrong this is. she isn't dan feng. no matter how much she looks like him, and reminds yingxing of him, she isn't him, and it isn't fair to put that on her shoulders. yet even still, he can't help the way he's drawn to her, how much he wants her.. ]
Heh. Good. Because I want to spoil you as much as you spoil me.
[ he murmurs, one hand lifting so he can run the pad of his thumb along her plush lower lip. ]
Even though I know you've got men and women and everyone in between falling all over themselves to please you already. I'll make sure you remember me.
[ Her brows lift in answer to his statement, and despite the way that she wants to preen, there's something that worries momentarily at the back of her mind. The two of them come from different worlds, and as much as she feels possessive toward him, she knows in her heart it's not right, not when she is who she is, and he is who he is. So, when he says something so romantic...
She purses her lips against the thumb that runs over the lower of the two, and for a moment she thinks she has to say something—
But then, without her needing to do so, he clarifies, and she breathes out slightly.
It's about his ego, she thinks. That's all.
And so, the answer that finds her own lips is teasing, eyes glinting in warm amusement. ]
You say that like you aren't already incredibly memorable, Yingxing.
that's what he has to tell himself, at least. that it isn't about simply wanting to leave his mark so hard that she never forgets him, that she burns thinking of him every night, aching for him to please her again and again. he wants his face and body to be seared into her mind so hard that no one else could ever be enough.
unfair, he knows. unfair, when her job is to please others, to give herself away. ]
You're sweet. [ he says, and chuckles. ] But I can do better.
[ like now, with his hand running down her side, slow and sensual, knuckles gliding along the inside of her thigh and upward, grazing her soft cunt. ]
[ He says he can do better, and... oh, this is dangerous. This is far too dangerous. Her lips part, and for a moment she thinks she will argue, that she will remind him of who she is, of what she does...
but before she can, his knuckles graze against her, and she lets out a soft, trembling sigh. Her attention, despite herself, is all over him—
She swallows hard. ]
Then... show me.
[ It's an attempt to regain control over the situation, a smile on her lips as she leans in to press them against his. ]
[ she leans in, their lips touch, and instantly yingxing is back in the moment, drowning in the feeling of her kiss, her soft lips, the scent of her around him.
sighing against her, yingxing pushes in for more, parting his lips over hers, tasting the remnants of himself still clinging to her lips and mouth. he could never get enough of kissing her. his hand, meanwhile, continues to move, turning so that he can palm at her sex, his entire hand cupping it, pressing against it, before two fingertips glide between her folds, gathering the slick there and moving upward to her clit, which he begins to rub in slow circles.
he rumbles slow and soft, touching her slowly, but expertly, all of his old muscle memory returning quickly. ]
So soft..
[ he murmurs quietly, nipping her lower lip, then deepening the kiss. ]
[ She sighs again in answer to the way he moves, pressing in closer to her, kissing him greedily as she arches into his touch. He's mumbling something about her being soft as his fingers glide over her before starting to rub slowly over her clit, and it's dangerous. Too dangerous.
Her heart is pounding in her chest, and... ]
Mm, Yingxing...
[ She lifts one leg, hooking it around him as he deepens their kiss, giving him a better angle to touch her as she does. She shouldn't be doing this, letting herself cave to him so easily. But she can't help it, not when something within her feels like she needs him—
Fuck, this could go so very badly if she's not careful... ]
[ she hooks her leg over his hip, which makes it all the easier for him to touch her, her thighs spreading nicely for him, opening the way. just feeling her is enough to make arousal stir again in his belly, but yingxing ignores it for now, focused too entirely on bringing her pleasure, on making her feel as good as she made him feel.
yingxing hasn't really been intimate in a long time, but he's good at reading people, and he has the hands of an artisan - it's easy to find what makes her arch and purr, to see what feels good, and what feels even better.
so he spends some time teasing her clit, rubbing it slowly until it's nice and swollen, before his fingers descend again, sliding through her slick folds to rub circles around her entrance - but only for a moment. soon, two fingers glide into her, the way made easy for how wet and aroused she is, but he's sure not to neglect her clit, arching his hand so that the heel of it rubs flat against her. ]
I like the way you say my name. [ he murmurs, smiling against her mouth between kisses. ] So sweet..
[ Xiangyue's experience, of course, is as far from Yingxing's as possible. She has sex everyday, and on most days more than once. Most of her experiences are reasonable enough, but as a rule, clients are there for the service she provides. Their interest in pleasing her is next to none. She doesn't blame them, of course. It's a fact of the job.
Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
[ she's so incredibly warm inside, clutching his fingers tightly, her inner walls as soft as satin and wet at sin, allowing him to begin sliding in and out of her without issue, starting up a slow, deep rhythm. he's trying not to think of dan feng, for that would be a disservice to her, but the body remembers more than it lets on, and his fingers curl within her just in the way that dan feng liked, the pads of his fingertips rubbing up against her upper walls, tight to the bone, massaging in slow, wide circles.
and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]
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turning his head, yingxing butts his brow lightly against hers, exhaling a low laugh. ]
.. just a little.
[ for as beautiful and skilled as last week's courtesan had been, they weren't who yingxing really wanted. and before that.. well. it'd been just him and his own hands for almost three decades. pent up is surely the word for it. his hips continue to rock while she gently strokes him, a hum in the back of his throat. ]
Don't think I don't plan to take care of you, too.
[ just. in a moment. once he catches his breath and the room stops tilting. ]
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She welcomes it, even, leaning forward to peck a soft kiss against his mouth in return, even as he laughs lowly, even as she keeps slowly working her hand over his answering hips. ]
That will come in time, [ she murmurs. After all, her job and desire both is to please him, to give him in this encounter all the things he wants, dreams about. ] For now, tell me more about what "everything" means to you, Yingxing-xiansheng.
[ She dips her head to press kisses over the top of his chest as she waits for his answer. ]
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I mean everything.
[ he says softly, smiling when she kisses his chest, his eyes meeting hers. ]
I want to kiss every inch of you. [ he murmurs, one hand smoothing through her hair. ] To touch every inch of you. To fuck you every way you want me to until you forget your own name.
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Oh, this could be incredibly, terribly dangerous.
Yingxing speaks words that would make more sense if she were a woman he was trying to woo than a sex worker. Dan Heng feels her cheeks warm even as some deep part of her rumbles in content—
because this is how it's meant to be. After all, Yingxing is hers.
The thought strikes her abruptly, and she lowers her head, hiding her shock at her own mind with a soft chuckle.
She should tell him that she's here for him, not the other way around— ]
If that's what you want, handsome, then who am I to refuse?
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especially considering how he knows full well how wrong this is. she isn't dan feng. no matter how much she looks like him, and reminds yingxing of him, she isn't him, and it isn't fair to put that on her shoulders. yet even still, he can't help the way he's drawn to her, how much he wants her.. ]
Heh. Good. Because I want to spoil you as much as you spoil me.
[ he murmurs, one hand lifting so he can run the pad of his thumb along her plush lower lip. ]
Even though I know you've got men and women and everyone in between falling all over themselves to please you already. I'll make sure you remember me.
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She purses her lips against the thumb that runs over the lower of the two, and for a moment she thinks she has to say something—
But then, without her needing to do so, he clarifies, and she breathes out slightly.
It's about his ego, she thinks. That's all.
And so, the answer that finds her own lips is teasing, eyes glinting in warm amusement. ]
You say that like you aren't already incredibly memorable, Yingxing.
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that's what he has to tell himself, at least. that it isn't about simply wanting to leave his mark so hard that she never forgets him, that she burns thinking of him every night, aching for him to please her again and again. he wants his face and body to be seared into her mind so hard that no one else could ever be enough.
unfair, he knows. unfair, when her job is to please others, to give herself away. ]
You're sweet. [ he says, and chuckles. ] But I can do better.
[ like now, with his hand running down her side, slow and sensual, knuckles gliding along the inside of her thigh and upward, grazing her soft cunt. ]
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but before she can, his knuckles graze against her, and she lets out a soft, trembling sigh. Her attention, despite herself, is all over him—
She swallows hard. ]
Then... show me.
[ It's an attempt to regain control over the situation, a smile on her lips as she leans in to press them against his. ]
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sighing against her, yingxing pushes in for more, parting his lips over hers, tasting the remnants of himself still clinging to her lips and mouth. he could never get enough of kissing her. his hand, meanwhile, continues to move, turning so that he can palm at her sex, his entire hand cupping it, pressing against it, before two fingertips glide between her folds, gathering the slick there and moving upward to her clit, which he begins to rub in slow circles.
he rumbles slow and soft, touching her slowly, but expertly, all of his old muscle memory returning quickly. ]
So soft..
[ he murmurs quietly, nipping her lower lip, then deepening the kiss. ]
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Her heart is pounding in her chest, and... ]
Mm, Yingxing...
[ She lifts one leg, hooking it around him as he deepens their kiss, giving him a better angle to touch her as she does. She shouldn't be doing this, letting herself cave to him so easily. But she can't help it, not when something within her feels like she needs him—
Fuck, this could go so very badly if she's not careful... ]
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yingxing hasn't really been intimate in a long time, but he's good at reading people, and he has the hands of an artisan - it's easy to find what makes her arch and purr, to see what feels good, and what feels even better.
so he spends some time teasing her clit, rubbing it slowly until it's nice and swollen, before his fingers descend again, sliding through her slick folds to rub circles around her entrance - but only for a moment. soon, two fingers glide into her, the way made easy for how wet and aroused she is, but he's sure not to neglect her clit, arching his hand so that the heel of it rubs flat against her. ]
I like the way you say my name. [ he murmurs, smiling against her mouth between kisses. ] So sweet..
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Occasionally, she gets a client who wants to show off. Make her remember them. Give her the best time she's ever had.
Ironically, those ones are often the worst, so caught up in their own ego that they don't truly have time for her.
Yingxing is already different. She can tell herself it's ego, but it's more than that. It's confidence, paired with a genuine, honest desire to make her keep him in her mind. And she's afraid of how well it's working. Of how well it worked before he even started to try. Her status as Dan Feng's reincarnation is no doubt part of his interest, as well as dictating her own towards him, but...
Two fingers slide into her, and she forgets to dwell on it. Her hips stutter against his touch, and she moans against his mouth, neglecting even to make a teasing comment in answer to what he says next. ]
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and all the while he kisses her, swallowing up the sweet sounds she makes, the soft moans that he can tell are genuine, because they're well timed with the involuntary fluttering of her cunt around his knuckles. some things are not easily hidden, when pleasure is involved.
gods, he wants more. he wants to give her everything he promised, and then some. she deserves it. she deserves the raw pleasure, and to feel like, for once, it's all about her.
using his weight, yingxing tips her onto her back, breaking the kiss so he can drag his mouth instead along her jaw and down her throat, tracing the straining tendon there, tongue dragging over her pulse. he doesn't stop until he's kissing down the center of her chest, feeling the pounding of her heartbeat, then turning to mouth over one of her breasts, sucking slow at the rosy pink of a nipple. ]