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As much as Blade loves seeing Dan Heng with his hair tied up and glasses perched on his nose, he has to admit that the accessories are counterintuitive to their goal of reading together.
Though, they can always find time to read together after, once they’ve had their fill of one another.
“That’s it, A-Heng,” Blade groans, easing the first inch of his flushed cock into Dan Heng’s open and waiting mouth. “You’re always so good for me, aren’t you?”
Dan Heng visibly preens at the praise, his half-lidded eyes lighting up from behind his glasses. He licks shyly at the beads of pre-cum gathered at the tip, his tongue featherlight and exploratory, before he pulls his mouth off. A soft kiss is pressed to the tip before Dan Heng opens his mouth to take in more of Blade’s cock, the thickness of it stretching out the sides of his mouth while tears gather at the edges of his eyes. One of his hands comes up to grasp at the rest of the length, his slim fingers cool and soft against the flushed skin, while the other braces itself against Blade’s muscled thigh.
It’s of Blade’s completely unbiased and perfectly objective opinion that Dan Heng is always pretty, but the way his teal eyes and azure horns are able to glow underneath the rather harsh light of the hotel room is still a treat to witness. The gold of his glasses frame and the chain keeping his glasses looped around his neck, too, gleam in tandem with the lotus earring that hangs from one of his flushed ears, all of them only serving to highlight his own beauty with their resplendence. And the heavy shoulder coat and modest hanfu covering most of his body just serve to make Blade’s mind run wild with thoughts of how indecent Dan Heng must be underneath those layers, how perky and neglected his nipples must feel rubbing against the thick fabric, how wet his cunt is likely getting with how Dan Heng rubs his thighs together in his kneeling position before Blade.
Following their visit to Master Huaiyan, the two of them planned to spend a quiet day on the Xianzhou Zhuming, reading through the new tomes Dan Heng wanted to pick up from the bookstores there. Blade had even spent time the night before planning the ideal route for them to take through the Zhuming so that Dan Heng could visit as many bookstores as his heart desired, while still keeping them close to quiet teahouses and highly rated restaurants should they need to take a break.
However, Blade knew that his carefully laid-out plans would have to be thrown out the window as soon as Dan Heng emerged from the Archives, having finished getting ready for their day out on the Zhuming. Dan Heng, evidently, decided to dress up for the occasion, wearing a pair of reading glasses with his hair in a half-bun held up by a golden hairpin that Blade remembered Yingxing once crafted for Dan Feng. Dan Heng was a sight to behold in his flowing hanfu, too, the blue and white of his robes and the black overcoat with gold accents perfectly complementing the fairness of his skin, and the tie around his middle making Blade’s hands twitch with a need to grab and hold his waist.
“It feels right to meet your Master in my true form,” Dan Heng explained at seeing Blade’s raised eyebrow, “but the ceremonial robes of Imbibitor Lunae… They’re a bit too flashy for my personal taste. I thought I’d wear something still formal, but more comfortable.”
“And the hair?” Blade asked, his hands reaching out to play with the locks of red and black hair that Dan Heng had gathered together with some prayer beads before settling atop the gold and jade hairpin fastened securely behind Dan Heng’s neck. “Are you taking style tips from a certain arrogant craftsman?”
“That arrogant craftsman does have good taste in hairstyles. And…” Dan Heng’s coy look from underneath his lashes made heat gather low in Blade’s stomach. “…since we are meeting your Master, I thought it was finally time to make use of some of the jewelry you once crafted for me.”
And, well. When Dan Heng spoke to him like that…
Blade really couldn’t be blamed for what happened once they managed to get into the hotel room Master Huaiyan had booked for them on the Zhuming.
It was the work of a few moments to lock the door to their hotel room — Blade was grateful that Master Huaiyan had the foresight to book them a place to stay, away from his own home, because he did not want to deal with the indignity and disrespect of fucking Dan Heng where his master could hear them — pull the zipper of Blade’s pants down just enough to free his aching cock, and get Dan Heng on his knees before Blade.
Now, with Dan Heng so pliant and willing before him, Blade wants nothing more than to shove the rest of his cock completely into Dan Heng’s mouth. The stretch of wet, warm heat around him makes it hard to resist, especially with the knowledge of just how prettily Dan Heng would gag, just how easily Blade could make fresh tears spill down Dan Heng’s cheeks.
However, Blade wants to take his time with Dan Heng. Placing his hands gently on the curve of Dan Heng’s jaw, Blade controls the pace of his hips, thrusting shallowly so he can luxuriate in the way Dan Heng’s lips, slick and pink and plush, part to make room for him. The slow, steady drag of Dan Heng’s tongue on the underside of Blade’s cock, too, sends heady pleasure traveling down Blade’s spine.
The otherwise silent room fills with the wet sounds of Dan Heng bobbing his head up and down Blade’s length, punctuated by Blade’s low groans and Dan Heng’s soft gasps every time he pulls off for air. Blade plays with a pointed ear and scratches lightly at Dan Heng’s scalp as he continues his thrusting, and he is rewarded by the sinful way Dan Heng shivers and moans. When Blade pushes a bit further, thrusts until the tip of his cock meets the back of Dan Heng’s throat, Dan Heng hums and swallows encouragingly around him, spit pooling in the corners of his mouth.
“You want to take more of me, A-Heng?” Blade asks, tangling his fingers further into Dan Heng’s hair and running a thumb over one of Dan Heng’s horns.
Blinking up at Blade through a clear haze of arousal, Dan Heng nods.
Blade doesn’t need any further prompting. Slowly, carefully, he eases the rest of his cock further into Dan Heng’s mouth, until the entire length is completely enveloped. Blade can see just how hard Dan Heng is trying to be good for him, the labored way Dan Heng breathes through his nose, and he reaches down to wipe at tears that threatens to fall from Dan Heng’s eyes.
“Good boy,” Blade says as he waits for Dan Heng’s signal. “You take me so well. Your mouth looks so pretty stretched around my cock, A-Heng.”
A moan spills from Dan Heng’s lips, muffled by the heavy cock stuffed in his mouth. Blade curses as the vibrations around his length send more jolts of pleasure through his veins. The proper way Dan Heng kneels before him, fully clothed in his heavy robes, contrasts so nicely with just how indecently Blade fucks his cock further into Dan Heng’s throat.
So distracted as he is by how deeply Dan Heng is taking him, Blade almost fails to notice the slick sounds coming from underneath the layers of Dan Heng’s robes.
“A-Heng,” Blade pants, peering down at where one of Dan Heng’s hands has disappeared underneath his hanfu, “you like having me in your mouth that much, huh?”
Blade pulls out of Dan Heng’s mouth despite his protests and reaches down to pull Dan Heng’s lower robes apart, revealing what he suspected: two of Dan Heng’s fingers are buried in his leaking cunt, while his thumb rubs against his reddened clit.
Dan Heng whimpers at the exposure, but he does not slow the movement of hand, offering Blade a show of just how greedily his entrance sucks in his own fingers.
“You love my cock that much?” Blade taunts, bringing his cock back up to rest atop Dan Heng’s open mouth. “Do you want me to fuck your mouth, or your pretty little pussy?”
Dan Heng scowls, though the threatening effect is nonexistent with the way arousal paints his face pink, the way he forces a third finger into the inviting clutch of his entrance. “Are you just going to talk about putting your cock inside me, or are you actually going to do it?”
Blade chuckles and thrusts his hips forward, smearing pre-cum over Dan Heng’s nose and on the underside of his glasses frame. With a scrunch of his nose, Dan Heng reaches his free hand upward to take his glasses off, but Blade stops him.
“You took your time to get all dressed up for me today,” Blade croons, readjusting the glasses to sit more securely on Dan Heng’s face before trailing his fingers down the golden chains and resting his hand loosely on Dan Heng’s neck. “It’d be a shame to take it all off.”
With a huff, Dan Heng pulls his fingers out of his cunt. Looking up at Blade from underneath his lashes and through the gold glasses frame highlighting his beautiful eyes, Dan Heng parts his lips invitingly, allowing Blade to get a full view of the just how wet he is, the strands of slick that connect his leaking entrance to his fingers. “Since you noticed the extra effort I put in this morning, won’t you give me a reward?”
Blade has never been a weak man. But, there is perhaps nobody in the known universe and beyond who could ever resist Dan Heng looking so pretty, so perfect, so utterly ravishing — and since Blade is the only man Dan Heng is asking and has ever asked to fuck him, Blade has no choice but to comply.
Before Dan Heng can open his mouth to say anything further, Blade throws him onto the bed that has yet to see any use and fucks his entire length into Dan Heng with little resistance. Dan Heng is already stretched out, so it’s a relatively easy slide, but Blade’s cock is still rather large, allowing him to press against Dan Heng’s tight inner walls with every harsh thrust.
Dan Heng throws his head back and moans, the sound high and a touch whiny, as his nails dig into the meat of Blade’s biceps. His hair is spread out all around him on the bed, and his robes are bunched messily around his hips as Blade shifts him so that his ankles can cross behind Blade’s waist.
Blade ruts into Dan Heng at an unforgiving pace, the force of his thrusts knocking the glasses atop Dan Heng’s nose slightly askew. The slick squelch of Blade’s cock ramming into Dan Heng’s pussy is obscene, and every time the tip kisses the entrance to Dan Heng’s cervix, broken cries of ah ah ah are punched out from Dan Heng’s swollen lips.
“Don’t stop,” Dan Heng begs, rocking his hips up as best as he can to meet Blade’s thrusts. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Blade doesn’t think he could have stopped, even if he wanted to. Dan Heng’s mouth is perfect, so perfect and soft, but the hot and wet clutch of Dan Heng’s cunt is on another level entirely. Blade is so hard that it hurts, the arousal searing through his blood in a way that leaves him with no choice but to continue fucking into Dan Heng with reckless abandon.
“Look at you, begging for me.” Blade leans down and bites at Dan Heng’s neck, above the high collar of his robes. Dan Heng may need to wear a scarf if they are to meet with Master Huaiyan again tomorrow. Oh well. “Did you think about this, think about me fucking you, when you got dressed this morning?”
Dan Heng doesn’t answer, not with words, but he does clutch his arms tighter around Blade’s neck and buck his hips upward.
Perhaps, if Blade were a better man, he would have once found nirvana in the protection of religion. Perhaps he could have been a man with the strength to let go of all earthly desires. Perhaps he could have forsaken love and lust in exchange for an eternity of peace.
But as Blade is now, he finds that there is no being worthy of his worship but Dan Heng. Blade is not a devout man, could never be considered a holy one, even having made up for his life of sin, but Dan Heng’s existence makes it easy for him to understand why humans are so eager to prostrate themselves before the gods. Even if they are doomed to repeat the endless cycles of death and rebirth, so long as Blade can hold Dan Heng in his arms, Blade finds that he does not mind a future of endless damnation.
Dan Heng’s cunt looks so pretty like this, stretched out on Blade’s cock with his swollen lips framing the thick length. Even with how many times they’ve had sex now, the cute entrance looks as if it should be too small to handle an intrusion of this size. But Dan Heng begs and cries and moans for it, never once asking Blade to slow down, so Blade happily bullies his way inside, over and over again, Dan Heng choking on a sob as Blade’s rough thrusts push him further up the bed.
Each time Blade pulls out briefly to thrust back in, Dan Heng spasms around him, so tight that Blade almost struggles to keep up his rhythm. He looks absolutely ruined, his eyes glistening with still-unshed tears behind the cover of his glasses. His hair is starting to come loose from its bun, the extra locks framing his face like a messy halo. Dan Heng’s cries of pleasure grow louder in volume as more slick drips down his thighs, so Blade slows in his thrusts to rub his fingers across the scales that travel up the soft skin there.
“Are you close, A-Heng?” Blade asks, bringing his fingers up to his lips for a taste. The pleasure coiling in his gut is reaching its precipice, too, Blade knows. But he can’t let himself go yet. “Do you want to come?”
“I want to come,” Dan Heng replies breathily, his fingers digging into Blade’s shoulders as he looks at Blade with a half-lidded gaze. “Blade, don’t stop, I’m so close, keep going, Blade, Blade—”
With a ragged chuckle, Blade starts to pull out.
“Blade!” Dan Heng moans, his eyes shining with pleas and so, so pretty behind shining glass. “What are you doing — don’t pull out — don’t, don’t, I’m so close—”
Blade doesn’t listen. Ignoring Dan Heng’s pleas, Blade pulls his cock out of Dan Heng’s loose cunt, slapping his length against the fluttering entrance meanly.
Tears drip down Dan Heng’s cheeks as he blabbers. “Blade, why’d you stop, why’d you stop fucking me, Blade, Blade—”
“You want my cum?” Blade asks, clutching harshly at the base of his cock. His cock is wet with Dan Heng’s slick and his own pre-cum, which he uses to ease the way as he strokes up and down the length. “You want my cock back inside you?”
“Yes,” Dan Heng begs, thrusting his hips up against the length of Blade’s cock, rutting his clit against the underside. He looks so beautiful, so desperate, that Blade almost wants to give in. With a rough twist of his hips, Blade presses his thick cockhead in between the lips of Dan Heng’s pussy, not thrusting in all the way.
Dan Heng moans, shifting his hips forward to force more of Blade’s cock inside, but Blade moves backward to keep his length from entering Dan Heng all the way.
“Why won’t you fuck me?” Dan Heng whines, kicking Blade’s hip with the back of his foot. “Weren’t you the one so eager to get me on my — a-ah!”
Blade bottoms out all the way in the hot and inviting grip of Dan Heng’s pussy at the same time he pinches Dan Heng’s clit, biting his lip to stave off his own orgasm as he feels Dan Heng gush and release around him. As much as he wants to come inside Dan Heng, fuck Dan Heng full of his seed, he has other plans.
Tenderly, Blade brushes a few sweaty strands of hair off of Dan Heng’s face and settles his glasses more securely on his face, grinding shallowly and stroking the sides of his clothed waist gently to allow Dan Heng to ride out the aftershocks of his climax.
“You didn’t finish,” Dan Heng says once he’s caught his breath.
“We’re not done,” Blade replies simply, and that’s all the warning Dan Heng gets before Blade throws his ankles over his shoulders and starts fucking into him at a brutal pace.
Dan Heng is so, so wet, his release smearing all over Blade’s pelvis, and he moans so, so loud, the sounds of their rough coupling echoing across the walls. The slapping of skin against skin is even harsher now, so filthy and indecent that Blade knows that Dan Heng would have blushed had he been in his right mind. As it is, Dan Heng is flushed for other reasons, and with every snap of his hips, Blade manages to punch out even more beautiful sounds from Dan Heng’s throat.
Dan Heng must be extra warm, still clothed in his heavy robes as he is. Sweat trickles down his neck, and Blade leans down again to lick away the droplets and leave another purpling bite right beside the one he has already left there. Dan Heng’s nails drag down Blade’s bandaged back briefly before he clenches his fists into the sheets below them.
Every time Blade sinks further into the tantalizing heat of Dan Heng’s pussy, he feels himself growing closer and closer to his own climax. Dan Heng’s walls are looser now, more relaxed after already coming once, but they are no less pleasurable to rut into, especially with how they flutter around his cock.
“Are you close again, A-Heng?” Blade asks, speeding up his thrusts. Dan Heng nods, and Blade huffs, incredulous. “Did I fuck you so well that you’re going to come again so soon?”
Dan Heng chokes on a sob, his cunt clenching so tightly around Blade that Blade almost comes on the spot.
“Do you want me to come inside?” Blade murmurs, licking the shell of Dan Heng’s pointed ear. The heat coiling in his gut is burning, scorching; it won’t be long before his own orgasm.
Dan Heng nods eagerly, whining shamelessly in encouragement.
“Hm.” Blade chuckles. “Too bad.”
With more willpower than he thought he had, Blade pulls out, shoves Dan Heng completely on the bed, and comes all over his face.
Thick ropes of release coat Dan Heng’s pretty skin, landing first on his forehead before coating his glasses and dripping over his pink cheeks. The red of his undereye makeup smears, mixing with the salty tears and white cum that streak down his face. Dan Heng moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he plunges four fingers into his fluttering cunt and darts his tongue out to catch a few more droplets of Blade’s release.
“That’s it, A-Heng,” Blade pants, pumping his hand up and down his length to coax more of his cum out onto Dan Heng’s panting mouth. “Won’t you come for me, too?”
A ragged, broken moan rips itself from Dan Heng’s lips as he comes all over his own fingers, a fresh gush of wetness coating his hand and further staining his robes.
With cum dripping down his face and smeared across his glasses, his hair spilling out from the carefully pinned bun and spread out all around him, and the bottom half of his robes soaked and in complete disarray, Dan Heng looks utterly debauched. Blade groans as his cock jerks, releasing one last spurt of cum onto Dan Heng’s face.
Seeing Dan Heng lying there, eyelids drooping and breathing heavily, Blade feels heat again begin to stir in his gut. Despite having come so incredibly hard just a few moments prior, Blade’s cock twitches in his hand, already starting to return to full hardness. Arousal simmers through his veins once more as his eyes rove over just how utterly ruined Dan Heng looks marked with Blade’s cum.
Even though Dan Heng’s eyes are now completely shut and Blade has made no indication of his burgeoning arousal, Dan Heng evidently knows him too well, because he groans, “I’m too tired to go for more rounds.”
“Mmm.” Blade braces himself over Dan Heng and pulls him into a messy, unhurried kiss, tasting the saltiness of his release in Dan Heng’s mouth as he thumbs away the drying come from Dan Heng’s soft and supple cheeks. Dan Heng kisses back lazily, his tongue pressing against Blade slowly and sleepily. When Blade pulls away, he gently untangles the golden hairpin from Dan Heng’s long locks, taking a moment to admire how well the craftsmanship has held up over the centuries before setting it aside on the bedside table for safe keeping. The glasses, however, are left where they are. “You can get some rest. I’ll do all the work.”
“Hmm. Tempting.” Dan Heng stifles a yawn against his hand and scrunches his nose. “Won’t you take my glasses off, then?”
“The glasses should stay on.”
Dan Heng peeks his eyes open and shoots Blade an unimpressed look. “So, you like when I look like a nerd?”
“You’re always a nerd,” Blade replies, a teasing smirk on his face, “so, yes. I like when you look like yourself.”
With an indignant scoff and a light blush reigniting itself on his cheeks, Dan Heng slaps Blade chest. Blade grabs Dan Heng’s wrist and brings the hand to his mouth, looking down at Dan Heng with a heated gaze as he sucks Dan Heng’s wetness off his fingers one by one.
Dan Heng’s face erupts into the brightest red it’s been all day. “Do what you want,” Dan Heng mutters, but he shifts his position and spreads his legs in a silent invitation, revealing his still wet pussy.
Even when Dan Heng’s words may say one thing, Blade is an expert in reading what he really means through the silent movements of his body — and it really would be a shame, with how pretty Dan Heng’s face looks covered in Blade’s cum, to leave Dan Heng’s cunt empty and unmarked.
“I’ll make sure to come inside you this time, just like you wanted,” Blade says, arranging the pillows on the hotel room bed so that Dan Heng can rest his head and hips on them more comfortably. Blade can already tell that it’s going to be a long, long while before either of them really get any rest.
“Do what you want,” Dan Heng mutters again, throwing his hand up to cover his face, and it’s the last coherent thing he says before Blade slides his cock back inside.