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One glance is all Yingxing needs to know that his lover is on edge. The Preceptors have been demanding as of late, pulling Dan Feng in every fathomable direction as though they want to tear his limbs off. If he isn't meeting esteemed guests or attending lengthy council discussions, then he's confined to his paperwork prison of a study. He even missed last night's dinner at Aurum Alley and left Baiheng and Jing Yuan greatly disappointed. Jingliu, too, kept casting glances at Dan Feng's empty seat.
It is somehow both unsurprising and unexpected when Dan Feng barges straight into Yingxing's workshop at some late hour of the night. He hadn't even bothered to knock first. He's a little too familiar with Yingxing's odd sleeping schedule.
At the noise, Yingxing glances up from his aurumaton blueprints and over the wire rim of his glasses. The sight that greets him is far more interesting than the measurements he'd been jotting down.
Dan Feng is dressed down in simple, single-layered robes, and his hair is beginning to fall out of its half-up twist. It's hardly conceivable that he allowed himself to roam around in public in such a dishevelled state. When their eyes meet, visible relief softens his tense expression. He wastes no time in striding over and demanding, "Yingxing. Kiss me now before I go mad."
When he says it like that, what else can Yingxing possibly do but oblige?
Dan Feng braces himself with a hand on the desk as he leans down to press their mouths together fervently. Yingxing welcomes it with a low and appreciative hum. He can feel weeks of pent-up desire between the slide of their lips. Dan Feng must be close to his wit's end if he's letting his impatience show like this. He usually likes to tease and toy with Yingxing, forever his faithful prey, luxuriating in how he can get away with almost anything because Yingxing adores him so much.
The warmth of a soft, shuddering sigh fans across Yingxing's lips when Dan Feng pulls away. His breathing is unsteady, and his face is a little too flushed after something as tame as a bit of kissing.
"Seems like you were in a rush," Yingxing remarks with a smile, his voice pitched low by the intimacy of their closeness.
Dan Feng's eyes dart away, abashed. "I did make haste, yes. I simply wanted to... avoid any unnecessary interruptions."
That is to say, he was so desperate to see Yingxing that he slipped away from his attendants and ran all the way over to the Artisanship Commission. How very endearing.
Dan Feng's kisses are unyielding, insistent, almost aggressive in how ravenous he is. Yingxing is concerned that he and his poor chair might go toppling over if they continue at this pace. Without breaking contact, Dan Feng presses closer as if to climb into Yingxing's lap. A displeased growl rumbles out of his throat when he finds that there isn't enough space. Outside, the Luofu's artificial clouds purr with false thunder.
"Bedroom," Dan Feng demands.
What Yinyue-jun wants, Yinyue-jun gets.
Dan Feng is even worse after he gets closer access to all of Yingxing, crowding him up against the door like he'll die if they stop touching for even a second. Yingxing wants to match that passion, he truly does, but he thinks the night will be over far too soon for their liking that way. He cups the nape of Dan Feng's neck, exposed in the absence of his high-collared jacket, and squeezes firmly.
Dan Feng lets out a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, right into Yingxing's mouth. His eyes are dazed when he pulls away in momentary shock. Yingxing is the only one allowed to touch his neck like that, yet it never fails to catch him off guard.
"You're sensitive," Yingxing says, a simple observation rather than a provocation. "I know what you need. Why don't you do as I say tonight, hm? Let me do all the work."
Dan Feng blinks, slow and contemplative. Yingxing fully expects him to bite back at the suggestion. It takes far more than a handful of honeyed words to make such a prideful dragon yield.
But Dan Feng's expression is soft and unguarded as he says back, "Only if you fulfil one simple request of mine."
"And what would that be?"
Dan Feng's lips part before he closes his mouth again, his throat bobbing visibly around a hard swallow. An uncharacteristic moment of hesitation. His gaze roams across Yingxing's face. Yingxing moves to take his glasses off as he waits for a response, only to be stopped by a swift hand on his wrist.
"Keep these on."
The request makes Yingxing smile, sly and flattered in equal measures.
"Easy enough."
Pleased, Dan Feng's tail coils around Yingxing's calf.
The glasses are a recent addition. Yingxing has a bad habit of working on things in fine detail under low light, so it was only a matter of time until he had to get a pair of glasses to ease the strain on his eyes. The only thing is that he insisted on crafting them himself. Metal practically shapes itself according to his will by now, but glasswork had been a fascinating challenge, something new to push him out of his comfort zone. A rather interesting side effect is that Dan Feng's nagging about his working habits had promptly ceased when he first saw Yingxing wearing his glasses.
When they kiss again, Dan Feng is far more pliant, less frenetic. He lets Yingxing touch his waist and pull him close, making contented humming sounds all the while. He no longer seems like he wants to tear Yingxing's clothes to shreds, for which Yingxing is very grateful. It would be quite embarrassing to explain why he needs yet another set of the Artisanship Commission's uniform. He can only blame it on burns from the forge so many times before people stop buying the excuse.
He busies himself with peppering feather-light kisses along Dan Feng's jaw, revelling in the breathless sigh of his name. Dan Feng tips his head back to give him better access. Yingxing murmurs against his skin, "That's it. You can let go. It's only you and me here."
"Only you..." Dan Feng echoes faintly.
Sufficiently placated for now, he lets Yingxing direct them to the bed. It's a far cry from the silk-soft luxury of Dan Feng's quarters, but he'd confessed once that he prefers this firm and narrow bed that barely fits the two of them side by side. Yingxing, too, cannot deny that he adores the sight of Dan Feng like this. There's just something about his lover drawn down to earth, anchored here in his humble bed. It makes him feel as though he's done something as arrogant as claiming the moonlight for himself.
Dan Feng settles himself atop the covers in a languid sprawl, his long legs peeking out from where his skirts fall open. He keeps his half-lidded eyes on Yingxing as he loosens his robes enough to slip them off his shoulders, somehow bashful and haughty all at once. He knows how beautiful he is, yet Yingxing's heavy gaze still makes his hands falter. A lovely, maddening contradiction. Every inch of newly revealed skin further stokes the red-hot coals of Yingxing's desire.
"How do you want me?" Dan Feng asks, effortlessly seductive.
"You're perfect just like this," Yingxing says. As the finishing touch, he reaches over to free Dan Feng's hair from the golden stick fighting valiantly to hold it up, letting it spill in rivulets over his bare shoulders instead. Sighing, Dan Feng brings his hands to Yingxing's face and pulls him down into a kiss, tender and sweet.
Yingxing climbs onto the bed and over Dan Feng, pressing him into the sheets and parting his legs to settle between them. One wandering hand finds its way to Dan Feng's outer thigh beneath his clothes, travelling higher and higher up the smooth skin and meeting zero resistance along the way.
"No underwear?" Yingxing remarks with a delighted grin. "Yinyue-jun. How scandalous."
"Stop your nonsense and get on with it," Dan Feng snaps back like an irritated cat, teeth bared.
"I don't think I will, actually. Remember? You're not in charge today."
Dan Feng levels Yingxing with a rather impressive glare before the spark in his eyes fizzles out. He lowers his gaze, peering up through his dark lashes. He's so gorgeous that it makes Yingxing shiver all over with the need to restrain himself from pouncing.
Eventually, Dan Feng sighs, "Fine... as long as you don't spend too long teasing me."
"Oh, my love. Now that I have you like this, I fully intend to take my time with you."
The tops of Dan Feng's cheeks redden cutely.
"Hmph. Slick talker."
"Don't you worry. I'll be sure to match my actions to my words."
Yingxing leans down to kiss Dan Feng again, putting more heat behind it than before. Dan Feng meets his pace eagerly, tilts his face upwards for more. It doesn't take much coaxing for him to part his lips, allowing Yingxing to lick into his mouth and deepen the kiss.
When Yingxing pulls back to retrieve some lube from the drawer beside his bed, he's stopped by a strong grip on the front of his coat. If he dares to move, the fabric will probably tear.
"No," Dan Feng breathes, eyes dazed. Yingxing wonders if he's even fully aware of what he's doing.
"It won't feel very good if I touch you dry. Just let me-"
"Don't go."
"...Then you'll have to help me out, dearest."
The degree of cloudhymn required to slick up Yingxing's hand is negligible, so little that Dan Feng's eyes barely gain any luminescence. His mind wanders to the times that he's witnessed Dan Feng in battle, harnessing so much of his power that the azure light in his eyes seemed to shine brighter than the sun itself and swallowed his pupils entirely. Yingxing remembers thinking that it was the closest he'd ever get to seeing an Aeon in his life.
Dan Feng can lay waste to a full platoon of borisin wolftroopers with his cloudhymn, yet here he is now, using it frivolously to help Yingxing get him off. The contrast is so ridiculous that Yingxing can't hold back a brisk snort of laughter.
Dan Feng narrows his eyes and frowns, "What's so funny?"
"Just thinking about the perks of being married to Yinyue-jun," Yingxing grins back, and he reaches between them to take Dan Feng's hard cock in hand as a means of distraction.
Dan Feng inhales sharply at the contact and bucks his hips up. Yingxing watches how his mouth falls open into a tiny 'O' and his lashes flutter at the first few languid strokes. Instead of slackening, his grip on Yingxing's clothes grows even tighter somehow. He sighs, such a sweet sound that Yingxing can't help peppering his smooth cheek with tiny kisses as he sets up a steady pace.
He doesn't waste time. He plays dirty. He uses every trick in his book to drive Dan Feng crazy, rubbing purposefully at the sensitive spot beneath the head of his cock with his thumb and using just the right amount of pressure. With Dan Feng this keyed up and needy, it doesn't take long at all for him to melt. His breathing quickens, his moans growing airy.
"Tell me what you want," Yingxing purrs, lips barely brushing Dan Feng's cheek.
"I want- haah, Yingxing- I want to come... I want you to make me feel good."
"No."
Dan Feng makes a confused sound that devolves into a choked-off cry when Yingxing takes his hand away. Several emotions flicker through his eyes. Indignation, irritation, and then, finally, understanding. Even after being denied his orgasm rather rudely, his mind is as sharp as ever.
"Know that this is not a punishment, dearest," Yingxing says, smoothing his hand over Dan Feng's thigh instead. "If you want me to stop at any point, you know what to say. I just want to give you what you need. I'll make it so that you can't even spare a thought for anything except me. How does that sound?"
Dan Feng opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a breathy moan as Yingxing starts touching him again, stroking at a leisurely pace.
"I'll ask you once more. Tell me what you want."
Dan Feng lets his eyelids fall to half-mast, the absolute picture of divine temptation. "I want to think of nothing but you."
"I trust you know what this means."
"You won't allow me to come until... I deserve it?"
"Not quite. I'll decide when you get to come, yes, but I won't make you work for it. All you have to do is take what I give you."
If the red flush steadily spreading across his face is any indication, Dan Feng likes that idea. Yingxing had known that he would. He enjoys relinquishing control just as much as he enjoys having full rein over their lovemaking. Whether it's Dan Feng riding Yingxing until they're both delirious or Yingxing pinning Dan Feng down against the sheets without mercy, they like it all.
"You'll take care of me?" Dan Feng asks, shivering when Yingxing circles his thumb over his weeping slit.
"Always."
Yingxing has to be more careful now that he's denied Dan Feng his pleasure once, he reminds himself. Every movement, every touch must be calculated for maximum satisfaction. He won't disappoint. It's not in his vocabulary.
He shifts himself so that he's resting on his side next to Dan Feng instead, propping himself up on one forearm. Like this, he's at a better angle for kissing, and he can pet the top of Dan Feng's head whenever his darling makes a particularly lovely sound. Dan Feng keeps his eyes on the place where Yingxing's hand is pleasuring him, seemingly transfixed by the rhythm.
The wonderful thing about cloudhymn magic is that it won't dry up unless the caster wills it. Yingxing gives Dan Feng's cock one last light squeeze before he lets go, bringing his still-slick fingers lower to gently probe between his legs. Dan Feng lets out a soft, slightly guttural sound straight from his throat and nudges his cheek against Yingxing's face, letting his thighs fall open further.
"You want it here?" Yingxing can't help but tease, rubbing the wetness against Dan Feng's hole without truly pressing inside. "Want me to fill you?"
Dan Feng nods, a jerky motion of his head, and cants his hips up. His gaze flickers upward to meet Yingxing's eyes as he frowns, almost pouts, "Don't be like this. You said you'd take care of me."
"Oh, but you like it when I do this to you, A-Feng. You can't fool your husband."
Yingxing kisses Dan Feng again, stealing the retort right from his mouth, and slides a finger in. Dan Feng's sigh is muffled between their lips. Barely any time has passed before he whispers, "More."
"Needy," is Yingxing's only response.
"More," Dan Feng insists when he gets nothing. "Give me another."
Yingxing clicks his tongue, feigning disappointment, "Have you forgotten already? I'm not going to entertain your demands. You'll take what I give you."
Dan Feng's indomitable pride won't allow him to apologise. Instead, he tucks his chin against his shoulder with a huff, turning his face away and exposing the lithe column of his throat. Yingxing accepts the invitation and indulges himself in sucking red blossoms into Dan Feng's unblemished skin. Marks never last long on him; his body heals them too quickly, as though Yingxing's love is nothing more than a minor wound.
He presses his lips to Dan Feng's neck at the same time that he slips another finger in alongside the first, feeling the quickening of his pulse against his mouth. Crooking his fingers upward with purpose, Yingxing tilts his head and bites down lightly, and he can almost taste Dan Feng's delectable moan on his tongue.
"A-Ah... like that, Yingxing..."
It's unbelievably erotic, the way that Dan Feng's stoic features twist with pleasure. His brows are furrowed lightly, his mouth parted as though he's forgotten how to close it. For a cold-blooded being, he flushes so prettily. Yingxing could watch him writhe like this for hours. The red of his cheeks and ears, his kiss-plumped lips. The luminous blue of his half-lidded eyes, his proud horns.
"I've never laid eyes on anyone more beautiful than you," Yingxing murmurs, nosing along Dan Feng's jaw. It's no empty sweet nothing. He means every word of it.
"And I've never met anyone more insolent than you," Dan Feng grits out, clenching his teeth.
"You love me for it."
Dan Feng has no sharp retort prepared for that one.
Yingxing takes his time working Dan Feng open, keeping his pace at a deliberately agonising crawl and paying close attention to the way Dan Feng's body reacts. He eases in another finger and remarks fondly, "You could come just like this, couldn't you?"
"I-If that is what you wished," Dan Feng says, breathless and reverent.
His answer is so endearing that he almost gets to come for that alone. Instead, his reward is a chaste kiss placed between his horns. When Yingxing pulls back, he finds that Dan Feng is pouting ever so slightly.
"What's this grumpy face for?" he teases with full awareness that he's endangering his wellbeing by literally and figuratively poking his dragon.
Averting his eyes, Dan Feng mutters, "I thought that would work."
Yingxing can only laugh brightly. It's true, in a way. Being close to him is enough to melt Yingxing's heart; Dan Feng has never needed to try hard to do so. It's just unfortunate for him, tonight more than ever, that Yingxing has developed a certain degree of resistance to his charms and wiles, and he will not cave in beneath the weight of his adoration as easily as he once did.
He brings Dan Feng to the edge yet again, his amusement at complete odds with the near-viciousness of his ministrations as he curls his fingers against Dan Feng's prostate. A frantic hand flies to Yingxing's bicep, nails digging into him through the fabric of the uniform he still hasn't taken off. Desperation steadily saturates Dan Feng's tone and expression until he's begging with his eyes, mouth too busy gasping to shape the words, please, please, let me-
-only for Yingxing to take his fingers out in one swift movement.
The livid intensity of Dan Feng's glare is enough to kill a man three times over. But when he has surrendered himself like this, he's as close to being de-fanged and de-clawed as he'll ever be. The knowledge of this grants Yingxing the temerity to grin down at his fuming, panting husband and say, "Don't give me that look. You knew what was going to happen."
"Shut up, Yingxing."
All bark and no bite, Yingxing wants to tease him, but he holds his tongue in fear that Dan Feng might actually rip his head off this time. He uses the slight break to reposition himself, encouraging those long legs to part further as he settles between Dan Feng's thighs again. Nudging his glasses up the bridge of his nose with the heel of his palm, Yingxing gets right back to work. Dan Feng feels so soft inside now, stretched open on three fingers and probably beyond ready to take him, but Yingxing isn't quite finished yet. Dan Feng lets out a brief hiss and squeezes his eyes shut for a second, still sensitive.
"I'll make it all worth it for you in the end," Yingxing promises in a low murmur. "You know I will. So, until then, be good and endure it for me."
Dan Feng only responds with a ragged exhale, his eyes losing their focus as he twitches all over. He looks so pretty laid out beneath Yingxing, giving himself up to his husband's whims. Yingxing reaches out to cup his cheek, and Dan Feng nuzzles into the touch like an affectionate little cat. The warmth of heavy breathing tickles Yingxing's palm. After a moment or two like this, he realises that Dan Feng is blinking up at him, looking as though he has something to say. The words that follow are entirely unexpected.
"You are infuriatingly handsome."
"Oh? That's one I haven't heard before. What makes my good looks so infuriating?" Yingxing chuckles, preening at the praise nonetheless.
Dan Feng's next confession is as soft as his tender gaze. "I feel weak when I look at you."
Yingxing smiles back gently.
"That isn't a bad thing, A-Feng."
"No... not at all."
They share a mind-melting kiss, Dan Feng whispering tiny pleas against Yingxing's lips as he grinds down shallowly on the fingers inside of him. It won't take much to set him off. Yingxing kisses his cheek again, almost in apology for what he's about to do.
This time, Dan Feng skirts perilously close to his breaking point.
After Yingxing stills his hand, tears begin to well up at the corners of Dan Feng's eyes. They drip down his flushed cheeks as his chest heaves erratically, half-sobs and strained whines that resemble Yingxing's name falling from his mouth in an endless stream. The sight makes a flash of superheated arousal sear through Yingxing's gut.
"I know you can take more."
Dan Feng cries harder. He bites down on his lower lip, pointed fangs threatening to pierce the delicate skin. His hips twist uselessly as he tries to chase the tail end of his fading pleasure.
He's so beautiful like this. Wrecked and ruined beneath Yingxing's touch. Perhaps there's something wrong with Yingxing for him to enjoy the sight of Dan Feng crying as much as he does, but it's only the truth. His lover is perfect in every imaginable way, even on the verge of shattering.
"Settle down," Yingxing says, his tone strict. He places his free hand on Dan Feng's stomach, careful to avoid brushing his neglected cock, and keeps him in place until his shaking subsides.
"You... you are relentless," Dan Feng hiccups. He sounds almost pitiful enough for Yingxing to have mercy on him. Almost.
"Isn't that exactly why you came to me? Didn't you want me to do this to you? You haven't told me to stop yet."
Dan Feng turns his face away with an annoyed grumble, only to be betrayed by the twitch of his ear. Yingxing grasps his chin, gentle yet firm, and directs his attention back to where it belongs. Those gorgeous, glassy jade eyes blink up at Yingxing slowly, almost as though that tiny motion is too much for Dan Feng to manage.
In lieu of words, Dan Feng lets out a soft and pleading noise. The tip of his tongue darts out to wet the corner of his mouth. He's clearly asking for more than just fingers, though he's still holding onto enough of his pride that he refuses to verbalise it. Yingxing could make Dan Feng beg for him, too, deny him even the simple pleasure of a kiss until he's so desperate that he'll say anything he thinks Yingxing wants to hear.
He decides against it. Tonight is not the right time for it. Dan Feng's tears are proof enough that he isn't far from his limit, and the last thing Yingxing wants to do is push him beyond that line. Yingxing's only goal is to take his beloved apart with meticulous precision, just enough to ease away the stress interwoven between his muscles, then hold him and help him piece himself back together.
Yingxing withdraws his fingers and sets his clean hand on his belt. "Think you can take my cock now?"
Despite his state of debauchery, the promise of a challenge makes Dan Feng lift his chin with a haughty huff. "Don't ask stupid questions."
Toying with Dan Feng for this long means that Yingxing has entirely neglected his own pleasure up until now. It's only when he unzips his trousers that he realises how hard he's been this entire time, straining against his underwear and starting to ache. He has to take the edge off with a handful of rough strokes, tipping his head back with a ragged sigh.
"Take this accursed uniform off," Dan Feng says, taking a fistful of Yingxing's coat and tugging. "Let me see you."
Yingxing obliges without complaint. He swiftly undoes the buckles and strips off both the coat and his undershirt, shivering when the cool air meets his skin. Dan Feng makes a contented noise in the back of his throat as his gaze roams all over Yingxing's body. It reminds Yingxing of the first time they slept together, right there on his workshop bench downstairs in the sweltering heat of the forge, all because Dan Feng happened to walk in on him shirtless one fine summer day.
The look in Dan Feng's eye is downright ravenous. If it had been any other night, he surely would have pounced by now and left Yingxing hanging on for dear life. Right now, all he does is lie pliant and let Yingxing lift his legs and hips to set his cock against his entrance.
Just as expected, Dan Feng starts to fall apart as soon as Yingxing pushes in. A broken noise shudders out of him as he tenses up, thighs trembling. Yingxing smooths his hands along Dan Feng's sides, fingertips skimming the bottom of his ribcage as he coaxes in his most tender voice, "Relax for me, A-Feng."
"I can't-!" Dan Feng chokes out even as Yingxing slides deeper inside of him. "Ah, I'm- I'm so close, please let me... I'm trying, but I don't know if I can..."
"I know, my love, I know you can. You said you could take me, didn't you? Just a little longer, I promise."
"Yingxing..."
Crooning gentle reassurances the entire time, Yingxing continues to sheathe himself within Dan Feng. It's a tight fit, one that would make a lesser man lose his mind to lust. Dan Feng keeps clamping down with every inch that fills him, and Yingxing knows that telling him to stop will be a futile effort. He's sweating already, the dampness causing his glasses to slip down the bridge of his nose. The constant squeezing around his cock makes his head spin with the desire to snap and rail Dan Feng into the mattress.
His willpower emerges triumphant. He holds on. It's only fair, seeing as he's asked so much of his poor beloved tonight.
When Yingxing is seated fully inside, Dan Feng's entire body goes rigid. His ankles lock together at the small of Yingxing's back as he tries to curl in on himself. The immense pressure makes it feel like he wants to crush Yingxing between his thighs. It rips a guttural moan out of them both, and Yingxing jerks forward as if he could push himself even deeper into that silky, intoxicating heat.
Dan Feng makes a noise of pure anguish. He begs, each and every word breaking in half across his tongue, "Yingxing, I really can't! No more, please- as soon as you move, I... I'm going to..."
"Come for me, then," Yingxing says, accompanied by a slow, deliberate, filthy grind of his hips. "You've been so good. Always so perfect, A-Feng. You can let go."
Exactly as Dan Feng had warned, that's all it takes.
His nails etch lines of fire over Yingxing's shoulder blades and down his back, the sting burning so deeply that he wouldn't be surprised if he's bleeding. Dan Feng cuts his own lower lip on one of his fangs as his entire face contorts with ecstasy. He can do nothing but cling and cry for Yingxing, who doesn't stop moving for even a second to drag out the pleasure for as long as possible.
Dan Feng begins to relax bit by bit, the severe crease between his brows gradually disappearing. His lip has already healed, but there's blood smeared across the corner of his mouth. Saliva pools against Yingxing's teeth as he thinks about licking it clean.
"Don't stop," Dan Feng calls out breathlessly, still trembling all over with the aftershocks, dazed eyes brimming with liquid love. "Do as you please with me, A-Xing."
Even in light of such a sweet invitation, Yingxing does not let go of his restraint just yet. Not entirely. It's his turn to chase his own pleasure, and every cell in his body is aching to fuck his pliant husband with abandon, but he knows that Dan Feng is over-sensitive right now.
Instead, Yingxing pulls out, ignoring Dan Feng's confused noise, and coaxes him into sitting up. He helps Dan Feng out of the loose robes that have bunched up around his middle, then turns him around so that he can settle behind him. Dan Feng peers over his shoulder, recognition in his eyes, and rises onto his knees like a cresting wave.
Yingxing enters him smoothly once more, firm hands on his waist tugging him down to aid the movement. Dan Feng moans as Yingxing uses his grip to encourage him to fuck himself shallowly on Yingxing's cock, rocking his hips in small, stuttering movements.
Dan Feng tips his head back against Yingxing's shoulder and shudders, "You're so deep."
He takes Yingxing's hand from his hip and locks their fingers together, sliding their joined hands over his abdomen and lower still towards his stomach. Yingxing splays his fingers wide and marvels at how much of Dan Feng's lithe body he can cover like this.
"I feel you right here," Dan Feng whispers, breath hitching softly as though he can't quite believe it.
"You like it," Yingxing responds, punctuating his words with languid thrusts. He presses down on Dan Feng's stomach to feel the way that the pressure makes his lover shake in his arms and cry out.
"I do... mmn, Yingxing, I like it..."
He is gentle to begin with, but it's hard to maintain his composure when he's this close to falling apart himself. Dan Feng keeps making these enticing sounds, bitten-off moans and shuddering gasps. Yingxing buries his face against Dan Feng's neck, wraps his arms around him, and fucks him like that, back to chest. His husband's cool skin is the perfect balm against the heat steadily climbing within him, burning hot enough to rival the fire of his forge.
He wants Dan Feng to remember this feeling forever, remember every single point of contact between them. He wants the memory to persist through Dan Feng's next lives like an indelible mark upon his soul. He wants Yinyue-jun to never forget him so that he can remain here, right beside Dan Feng's heart, until the end of time.
"Fuck, Dan Feng, ha-ah, A-Feng..." Yingxing groans, long and loud in the way that he gets when he's close. His breathing is erratic, and his thighs are starting to burn with exertion. "Can I- inside?"
"Do it, A-Xing," Dan Feng moans, an irresistible siren's melody. "Give it all to me. I'm yours-!"
That's right. Yinyue-jun belongs to no one but lowly, unworthy, short-lived Song Yingxing.
Yingxing sinks his teeth into Dan Feng's shoulder as he comes hard, muffling his noises. Although the force of his bite is too far towards painful, Dan Feng doesn't protest, only hisses low praises, and makes no move to push him away. He always likes it when Yingxing fills him up.
"Take it," he pants somewhat deliriously against Dan Feng's skin as he rides out his pleasure. "Take it all. Everything."
Dan Feng hums back in satisfaction, his body going slack. Yingxing holds him tighter. He feels like he's overflowing with warmth. He'd be content to stay like this for hours if they could. Forget his workshop, forget Dan Feng's duties. They don't need to exchange any words; his heart, slamming itself against the inside of his chest as though it desperately wants to be even closer to Dan Feng, says enough.
"Stay with me tonight," Yingxing murmurs after a moment or two, brushing Dan Feng's hair aside to kiss the nape of his neck. All of the love bites he'd left have already faded from sight. Privately, he mourns the loss. "I'll take you to breakfast. Whatever you want."
"I have early meetings. Multiple dispute resolutions. The Preceptors will have a fit," Dan Feng grumbles.
"Don't tell me you actually care about that. Let them, it'll be funny."
"This is why they can't stand you, A-Xing."
"Is that so? Never would've guessed it. I thought they were positively thrilled that their precious High Elder was swept off his feet by this humble, brilliant, stunningly handsome master craftsman-"
"Quiet already, you ridiculous man," Dan Feng sighs, whacking Yingxing's thigh with the end of his tail. "...Carry me to the bathroom."
"As my husband wishes," Yingxing grins.
Later, when they're settled into the bath that's too small for two, Dan Feng falls asleep against Yingxing's chest. His expression is serene, his cheeks still lightly flushed from the warmth of the water. For a while, the only sound in the room is their shared breathing, deep and steady.
"You should come to me more often when you're tired, beloved," Yingxing says even though he knows Dan Feng can't hear him, carding his fingers through dark and silky hair.
As if in response, Dan Feng softly calls for Yingxing in his dreams.