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Dan Heng presses his lips together as March 7th shoves a white blouse to his torso and starts looking him up and down, humming to herself as she contemplates deeply. He stiffens awkwardly when March snaps at him and goes, “Hup, hup! Stand still. I can’t help you out if you keep moving.”
“Alright, March.”
He supposes he should be thankful that he was assigned to this undercover mission with her and not anyone else, she always had an interest in fashion. Dan Heng thought his own choice of style wasn’t bad; as long as there was a good balance between comfort and aesthetics, he thought he could make things work.
The more intricate details the clothes had, the more complicated and uncomfortable they felt on the skin. And formal wear tends to be more open to overly complicated designs, hence why Dan Heng had always opted for a more casual style. And, also why he and March 7th are currently struggling at their 3rd department store trying to find something fancy for him to wear at their next mission.
Normally whenever Dan Heng had to wear something formal, he went with a basic suit and tie and attended the event just like that. But this mission required both him and March 7th to dress as appealing as possible, anything to try to woo the man in charge of a group of otherworldly supporters of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, all without revealing their true identities.
Before he could even think about backing out from the mission, both Himeko and March 7th looked him dead in the eyes and said, “It has to be you.” The firm look they gave him made it hard for Dan Heng to back out, so he didn’t have the heart to reject them. It’s not a big deal after all, it’s just a mission. He’s done things considered more unholy in this life and his other past lives anyway.
Besides, it’s not a bad idea to add something new to his rather plain wardrobe. Perhaps after the mission, instead of immediately returning it—that is, if the infiltration was successful and he didn’t have to accidentally rip up or ruin his clothes because of some fight—Dan Heng could reuse it again. Like maybe he could wear it again for one of his rare date nights with Ren, something like that.
He and March 7th just needed to figure out and pick on something they could both agree on first, which was easier said than done. Everytime Dan Heng picked out something to show to his friend, she would bat his hand away, complaining it was too casual and offering something more extravagant, and then he would say it looked uncomfortable to wear.
“I believe Himeko would be best suited for this mission,” Dan Heng remarks as March 7th puts a rather gaudy top piece back on the rack. “I don’t mind doing it, however I’m not that confident I can really entice the target as well as she can. I believe I don’t have her charm.”
March 7th whips her head around and stares directly into his eyes, giving him that same look as before when Himeko assigned this mission to the both of them. “Dan Heng, have you taken the time to look at yourself in the mirror? Or have you taken a selfie? Ever? Haven’t you seen the way that Stellaron Hunter looks at you?”
The mention of Ren has Dan Heng coughing up his water mid-drink and he wipes his face with the back of his hand. “Of course I’ve seen myself, and Ren’s opinion doesn’t necessarily mean it’s actually factual.”
“I can’t stand pretty people sometimes,” March 7th whines, but she immediately brightens up when she spots another top and pulls it out of the rack. “How about this one? This one is similar to your Vidyadhara form, but not enough for it to be obvious. We can pair this up with a cardigan if you feel too naked.”
It was a simple solid white turtleneck with the shoulders exposed. If he were to wear this, plus some dress pants and a cardigan, in his human form, Dan Heng supposes it should be fine. “I think I can wear this.”
“Pair it with some accessories and I think you’ll be good to go!” March 7th chirps. “Well then, this is yours now! Time to look for something I can wear.”
She shoves the top into Dan Heng’s hands and starts going through the aisle suddenly with lightning speed, taking nearly every single article of clothing off the rack with every intention to try them all on in the changing rooms. Dan Heng sighs as he helplessly follows her, offering to help hold the clothes she couldn’t carry herself.
Once they’ve gone through their sixteenth row, March 7th finally felt satisfied with her haul and was ready to go to the changing rooms. The lady at the front looked in horror at the mountain of clothes he was carrying for his friend and quickly gave March 7th a room before coming back to him.
“With that amount of clothes to try on, you’re going to be waiting here for like two hours,” the lady chuckles.
“I predict she will most likely take double that time,” Dan Heng replies.
“You’re a good boyfriend, you know that? My patience could never,” she sighs. “Would you like me to get you anything while you wait? Tea?”
Dan Heng blinks. “Well if you’re offering, do you happen to have oolong?”
“Of course, I’ll have someone bring it to you shortly.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.”
He takes the time to sit back and take a look at all the magazines and brochures in the store, reading through the material three times before moving onto the next. March 7th would occasionally come out to ask Dan Heng for his thoughts, or poke her head out of the door to call him for help whenever she couldn’t put her clothes on by herself, or help her undo certain knots that were in places she couldn’t reach.
This is precisely why casual wear is the most ideal, Dan Heng thought to himself once in the middle of untying the lacing on her back.
As he waited, Dan Heng bumped into a familiar face.
“I heard from some employees there was a poor man who has been sitting in the changing rooms for three hours, waiting for his girlfriend to finish,” Kafka muses as she steps out of the changing rooms. “I didn’t expect that man to be you.”
“Please do not tell Ren,” Dan Heng insists. “What are you doing here?”
“Why, shopping of course, for me and A-Ren. We have a special little mandatory event we’re going to in a few days,” Kafka tells him, swinging her clothes over her shoulder. “It’s near the hotel you and March are going to, no?”
Dan Heng raises a brow. “You know about the hotel?”
“Elio’s script said you both would be in the area, so I offered Himeko rooms free of charge as the hotel belongs to one of our benefactors,” Kafka explains. “And I’m sure A-Ren would appreciate it too.”
The mission he and March 7th were assigned to started looking brighter suddenly, knowing that Ren would be nearby.
“Of course, I’ve made arrangements so that you and A-Ren can share a room.” Kafka winks at him suggestively, which Dan Heng flushes at the implication. “Why don’t you walk around for a while now? Get some fresh air, it must be dreadful having to sit in the same spot for hours. I’ll sit here and wait for your friend for you, okay?”
Dan Heng looks at Kafka in surprise. “What is with the sudden kind gesture?”
“Well.” Kafka lightly lets out a soft chuckle. “I may have upset Himeko the other day, so you can say I’m trying to make amends. A-Ren has staked a claim on you as well, so it would be wrong for me to not treat my partner’s lover, no? Run along now.”
The last three words were an order, laced with her Spirit Whisper, and Dan Heng obediently stood up to get his items checked out before leaving the department store. Once he was outside, Dan Heng sighs to himself. It was unnecessary for her to use her Spirit Whisper like that, but there wasn’t much he could do at that point. He trusted Kafka enough to not do anything drastic in his place so he might as well use this time for himself.
He recalls Kafka telling him that she had booked a room for just him and Ren and glances at the shop across the boutique. Dan Heng takes a look at his bag, his clothes, and then his bank account. With a deep breath, he heads straight inside the lingerie store.
Dan Heng comes back to Kafka and his friend after an hour and a half of deciding what to wear and switching in between forms to look at himself in the mirror of the changing room. Lucky for him, March 7th didn’t notice him leaving the store but he shoots Kafka a warning glare when she gives him a knowing smirk.
“Oh, you checked out already?” March 7th down at his bag and points. “Oh, did you buy something while I was gone? What’s that? Is that another bag inside—“
“Don’t worry about it.” Dan Heng quickly moves his bag away from March 7th’s vision. “Let’s get going. The Express will depart shortly.”
“Oh, you’re right! We better hurry!” March 7th nods and starts moving, pulling Dan Heng along. She turns around and waves at Kafka. “Thank you! Goodbye!”
Kafka nods and waves back with a smile.
Dan Heng bids March 7th a farewell as they both enter their separate hotel rooms. When he opens the door, he is quickly met with a deadly gaze that immediately softens into pure adoration once Dan Heng was fully inside.
“Love, I didn’t know you were going to be here.” Ren tells him. “I thought you were an intruder.”
Dan Heng closes the door behind him and sets his belongings next to Ren’s luggage. “Did Kafka not inform you that I was coming?
“She did not.” Ren spreads his arms out as Dan Heng comes closer. He reaches up to wrap his arms around Ren’s neck. “I’ve missed you.”
“It has only been a few days since we’ve last seen each other.” Dan Heng tiptoes, faces just an inch apart. “But I missed you as well.”
“That admission of yours makes you no better than me.”
Dan Heng tilts his head to the side. “Oh? Are you complaining?”
“Not at all.”
He feels absurdly giddy when Ren leans down to kiss him, gasping into his lips when the hands around his waist pull him closer, the lower half of their bodies touching. Dan Heng lets Ren guide him, do what he wishes with his lips, his body, and he feels himself getting pushed backwards.
The back of his knees hits the edge of the bed, and Dan Heng lets himself get pushed into the bed. Ren crawls over him and kisses him again, pushing his knee up in between Dan Heng’s legs. He softly moans when Ren lets him grind his hips against his thigh.
It was only when he heard Ren undoing his pants did Dan Heng finally have half the mind to push his lover off him. He sits up with his hand out, almost laughing when he sees how dejected Ren looks. “Hold on, we can’t do anything right now. I must leave in a few hours.”
“That’s more than enough time—“
“No, it is not,” Dan Heng insists. “I have to get ready for a fancy gathering that I must attend tonight. It will be a while until I come back.”
“What about this gathering that is much more important than this?” Ren snaps impatiently.
“I was planning on telling you anyway, but you will not like what you’ll hear.”
“Try me.”
“It’s an undercover mission that March and I were assigned to involving the Disciples of Santicus Medicus,” Dan Heng explains. “We are to gather as much intel as we can as well as locate and gain the organizer’s trust. By any means necessary.”
Ren immediately understood the implications and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out before closing it. He looks stuck. “I—perhaps you were right. Do what you must, but I’m not too pleased to hear this.”
“Oh, don’t give me that look now,” Dan Heng chides his lover. Ren was pouting childishly again, and this time he couldn’t hold back his laughter. Dan Heng stretches an arm out to pull at the corners of Ren’s lips. “Which is why if you wait patiently for me to come back without making a fuss, I will reward you graciously.”
Ren widens his eyes. “You will?”
“I will.”
His lover glances over to his shopping bag. “Is it what that’s for, then?”
“If you look inside, I’m sleeping in the second bed and you will receive nothing when I come back from the mission,” Dan Heng threatens.
“How would you know if I checked what’s in there or not when you’re gone?” Ren inquires.
“You are right, I wouldn’t know. But I can be sure my lover would not betray my trust like that, correct?” Dan Heng hums, leaning in. “You wouldn’t do that.”
“I wouldn’t do that,” Ren repeats.
“Good.” Dan Heng pecked his lips before lightly tapping his cheek. He shifts off the bed and turns around to see Ren looking up at him with bright eyes. “Now I must go get ready, alright? I will leave my room key here in case something happens to me so I will need you to open the door for me when I come back.”
“Yes, sir,” Ren says obediently.
“Thank you,” Dan Heng smiles warmly before he slips away.
“I swear that’s your 4th glass,” March 7th comments.
“It is not. This is my 5th,” Dan Heng corrects.
March 7th gives him a pitiful look. “Aeons, Dan Heng. Did he exhaust you that much?”
He nods wearily and sets the finished glass down on the table behind him, which one of the staff quickly picks up and takes away. Dan Heng was tipsy, having to rely on liquid courage to keep him going since he was prone to be easily drained compared to others when it came to socializing. But even with alcohol, the man managed to tire him out as he went on and on boasting about his nonsensical achievements.
And Dan Heng was forced to pretend he was interested, acting surprised at some points or subtly swooning when necessary. He was lucky to be able to stop his eye from twitching when it became obvious the man was trying to impress him and gain his validation, washing him down with endless compliments that made Dan Heng’s skin crawl. It was horrible.
“Before he had left, I was invited over to his residence to spend the night—which I have zero intentions of doing. I plan on knocking him out first chance I get once we arrive and then we can call the rest of our friends over.” Dan Heng rolls his eyes and stares hard at the back of the man who chatted his whole life away. “He’s clearly not the brightest person out of everyone in this room. What did you find?”
“I eavesdropped on some conversations and found their next stop. It isn’t as much as what you have gotten, but if anything goes wrong, at least we know where to go next.” March 7th shrugs. “I’ve already sent up what I knew as well and the others are looking into the location of the next planet.”
“So we’re done here.”
“Good work, Dan Heng!” She pats his shoulder encouragingly. “I’m going to help myself to some of the food here now that we’ve finished—“
Dan Heng quickly stops his friend and pulls her back, shaking his head. “You should avoid the food here. It is all laced with traces of the Abundance. You are better off finding food elsewhere.”
March 7th sulks, puffing her cheeks as her shoulders slouch in defeat. It’s a comical sight really, which Dan Heng would have commented on if it weren't for the fact that he notices their target making his way towards them again. He alerts March 7th, who swiftly slips away and being the charming extrovert she is, she compliments a nearby guest’s heels and easily strikes a conversation with them.
“It’s about time we head out, shall we, beautiful?” The man extends out his hand. Dan Heng grits his teeth and takes it.
Quickly, Dan Heng downs the rest of his champagne in one go and sets his glass down on the table behind him and one of the butlers there takes it. He forces himself to smile, one that was obviously strained but the oblivious man takes it as him being coy.
“Okay.”
And that’s how Dan Heng finds himself now, pinned against the master bedroom door and he’s forced into a kiss with the man. He lets the man take the lead as he waits for the right moment to strike. The man was mediocre, all talk yet had nothing to show or anything to make up for it. It was clear he was a proud spoiled man who wasn’t used to being told no, and he remains as a hopeless, ignorant fool.
When the man lowers himself down to leech on his neck, that’s where Dan Heng finds his opening. He’s free, the man is still distracted, so Dan Heng slowly slides his hands up the man's chest as if he were touching him sensually, and pushes him off. Before the man could react, Dan Heng punches him square in the chin and successfully knocks him out.
He lets the man fall to the ground as he sends a quick message to Himeko informing her that the investigation was ready to begin, stepping over the unconscious body as he walks towards the mirror. Dan Heng pulls down his turtleneck and curses to himself.
Ren was not going to be happy.
The Trailblazer arrives shortly and ties the man up with rope. “Woah, Dan Heng, are you okay?”
“I can handle myself.”
“You’re slurring your words,” the Trailblazer notes.
Dan Heng lets out a deep breath and sits on the bed to readjust himself. “I had drank a little bit, but don’t worry.”
“Why don’t you just rest for the night? Welt, March, and I can take it here,” the Trailblazer, a saint, offers. “You’ve done enough.”
Normally, he would insist on staying during times like this, saying he would see all of his missions through from start to finish. But Dan Heng was inebriated, barely able to hold himself together without acting out and embarrassing himself. He’s getting impatient, having to push down this deep needy desire to run out the door as there was nothing more he wanted to do but see Ren.
He tries to cool himself down without sounding aggressive. With a reserved look, he calmly thanks the Trailblazer.
Dan Heng was welcomed with open arms immediately once he returned to their shared hotel room, turning his head to the side when Ren tried to kiss him. He ends up kissing his cheek instead. Ren looks down
“Ren, I want to, but let me rinse my mouth,” Dan Heng frowns sadly.
“Are you drunk?” Ren questions. “You’re slurring your words.”
“I had to, our target had completely tested my patience. I have never met such a pompous man as infuriating as him. No man in the galaxy could ever be as self-absorbed as he was.” Dan Heng groans into his shoulder at the memory. “He kissed me.”
“I assumed as much,” Ren sighs as well. “Did he do anything else?”
“Well…” Dan Heng lifts his head up and pulls down his turtleneck just enough for Ren to see. “He left this. I knocked him out shortly afterwards. We have him tied up on the Express, currently.”
“Good job.”
“Are you upset?”
“I am just pleased that you’ve returned from your mission.”
“It is okay to be upset.”
“I’m not upset.”
“They’ve promised they will not have me do missions of that sort anymore.”
Ren grunts in approval. “Hm. That’s good.”
“Huh.” Dan Heng eyes Ren closely before letting out a huff of laughter. “You’re being docile.”
“Will I be rewarded?”
Dan Heng puts a hand over his lover’s cheek and gives him a peck through his hand. “You will. Hand me my bag over there. You didn’t look inside, did you?”
“As tempting as it was, I did not. As promised.” Ren reaches over and hands him his bag.
“Proud of you.” Dan Heng pats his shoulder to get Ren to release him, which he does, and disappears into the bathroom to get changed. He looks at himself in the mirror as he plays with the ends of the ribbons that were tied into a bow on his chest. Dan Heng switches between his forms once more, before deciding on settling with his Vidyadhara appearance.
He’s leaning against the sink as he looks at himself closely while brushing his teeth. Dan Heng was not the type to be overly absorbed in his looks but for once, he felt sexy. He chose to go with a darker colored piece to match Ren, and the soft, thin, see-through fabric framed his waist nicely.
Dan Heng would be perfectly satisfied if it weren’t for the red mark on his neck that has yet to fade away. It was fortunately light, meaning it would probably go away the next day, but it would be ideal if he could get rid of it now. Though, it won’t be much of a concern soon when Ren was going to add more anyway.
This is the first time he’s ever done something like this for Ren, and as cute as he thought he looked, Dan Heng was embarrassed. His hand was on the door knob, but doesn’t move as his anxiety takes over. Over and over again, Dan Heng tries telling himself to get this over with and Ren would probably still fuck him even if he were wearing a trash bag instead.
Dan Heng knocks on the door and shouts, “I’m coming out.”
He peeks his head out the door first to see Ren sitting at the very edge of the bed, staring intensely at him with his elbows to his knees. The sight in front of him was ridiculous, and Dan Heng chuckled nervously, tail swishing anxiously.
Taking a deep breath, Dan Heng pushes the door wide open and steps forward slowly. His worries flew away once he saw Ren’s priceless reaction. In contrast to his usual reserved expression, Ren stares at him with his jaw dropped, eyes widening as he takes in what’s in front of him.
Ren is ogling him, clearly liking what he is seeing, but Dan Heng asks anyway, “Is it strange?”
“No. Aeons, no, you’re beautiful,” Ren answers immediately, taking both of Dan Heng’s hands into his own. “When did you…?”
“This morning, when I went shopping with March. I had secretly gone out to purchase this when she wasn’t looking.” Dan Heng playfully laces their fingers together. “I will permit you to do whatever it is that you wish to do with me for the rest of the night. No matter how long or what it is, it is all up to you.”
His lover studies him, humming with a contemplative look on his face. Without warning, Dan Heng gets pulled and pushed into the bed. He arches his back and groans when Ren connects their lips together.
“Anything?” Ren muses at the idea when they part. “You can always back out, you know.”
“I won’t.”
“You don’t know what I’m going to do.”
Dan Heng tilts his head as he slips his hands over Ren’s shoulder. “So? I don’t mind.”
“I might break you,” Ren tells him.
Being this close to Ren, Dan Heng feels this hazy warmth spread all over his body. He’s getting restless, overly giddy. “I might want you to.”
“You really don’t know what you’re asking.” Ren holds Dan Heng’s chin up. “But I shall ravish you wonderfully.”
Delighted, he eagerly kisses Ren, and Dan Heng couldn’t tell if he has sobered up because of how clear and hyper aware his senses had gotten, or if he’s gotten even more intoxicated because all of his senses were filled with Ren. He could describe what he sees, hears, smells, feels, and tastes in perfect detail, and yet there weren’t enough words that could really capture what it was like to be under Ren like this.
It’s not the same kind of drunk as Dan Heng felt earlier at that banquet, this was more pleasant. It feels right, and Dan Heng is more receptive to the way Ren makes him feel. He’s giggling softly when Ren kisses the corner of his lips, nuzzling the side of his cheek with his own, to nipping at his jaw. Despite Ren’s earlier threat, everything about this feels tender.
Do what he wished with him, Dan Heng told Ren. Anything, he said, and Ren has chosen to worship him gently. His body pressed against his wonderfully, like a comforting weighted blanket, his calloused hand gently sliding down to hold onto his smooth, unmarked waist. He feels loved.
But it’s like the calm before the storm, it’s always like that with Ren. Dan Heng feels him tracing over his neck where the man from before had selfishly left a light red mark.
“Was he any good?” Ren asks idly.
Dan Heng winces when Ren pushes his thumb against it. “Not as good as you.”
“Good answer.”
With that, Ren sinks his teeth deep over the mark, hand sliding down over his chest. Dan Heng gasps when Ren rubs his nipple through the ribbon as he replaces the mark with his own deep, angry bruise. He licks over the bite as if to soothe the stinging pain, before moving on to litter more marks and bites over his neck and collarbone, possessively claiming Dan Heng as his own.
Dan Heng squeezes his thighs together, the ribbon being the only thing separating him from feeling Ren directly. He keeps playing with his nipples over the fabric, taking his time when he needs Ren to just untie the bow and touch him. But he stays on his neck, making sure to leave no room for any more open space.
Ren lets him squirm under his touch for a little bit until a certain harsh bite has Dan Heng freezing with a hiss, and he sits up to take in the view of his work. Dan Heng guesses he looks ruined right now; he’s trying to catch his breath while he’s rubbing his thighs together, eyebrows drawn together as he stares up at Ren with half-lidded eyes. He can’t seem to stop his lower half from moving, his cunt desperate to feel Ren.
“Shit, you’re already so wet,” Ren exhales out. “You’ve already soaked through the sheets, and I’ve barely done anything.”
He doesn’t say anything, biting his bottom lips to hold back a whine. Dan Heng would normally demand him to fuck him by now, impatient and worked up as he usually gets, but this time, he’ll be good. He will only beg if Ren wants him to, because he wants to be good.
His lover shifts off the bed, and Dan Heng curiously sits up, sliding his legs over to the side. Ren leans over to the side to reach for a pillow and pulls it over.
“Here, over this pillow,” Ren orders, and Dan Heng, still a bit lost, complies. Ren adjusts the position of the pillow under him again, before leaning back and undoing his pants.
When it slowly dawned on him, Dan Heng flushed. He looks up at Ren as he takes the cock in his hand, hesitantly leaning forward to press his lips against the tip before licking down his length, cock hardening against his tongue. He arches his back, his ass peeking out from the see-through fabric, trying his best to look as appealing and desirable as possible for Ren.
Pulling back when precum spills from the tip, he spits before pumping his cock with his hand, spit and precum mixing together. He wraps his tongue around the head as he pumps him, slowly going down deeper and deeper. The way Ren groans and grips his hair has Dan Heng grinding his pussy against the pillow.
He goes teary-eyed when Ren adjusts his grip, hands so close to his sensitive horns. But he doesn’t touch them, instead choosing to tease the aspect. If Ren were to hold onto him tighter, just curve his thumbs inward…
Dan Heng swallows around his cock, full of want as he continues bobbing his head, taking his cock more and more until his nose touches the base. No matter how many times he takes Ren all the way, he couldn’t get over the way it feels to have his cock resting on his tongue, the way it twitches in his mouth when Dan Heng lets the tip rub against the roof of his mouth. Or when he feels cruel, letting out an exhale of hot air that overwhelms his cock and seeing the way Ren tilts his head back with a low groan.
It has him rolling his hips on the pillow, and there is no stopping the whine Dan Heng lets out when he lets his lust override his mind. The sudden vibrations caused Ren to buck his hips into his mouth. Taken by surprise, Dan Heng pulls off and coughs, sputtering as he tries to regain his composure.
“Fuck, sorry, couldn’t help it,” Ren apologizes, gingerly stroking Dan Heng’s cheek.
With a last cough, Dan Heng takes a deep breath to steady himself. Pouting, he puffs one side of his cheek lightheartedly as he looks up at Ren. “Quite harsh of you to use my face without warning, you know.”
He nuzzles his cheek against his cock, fingers lightly gliding down the length and sending shivers down Ren’s spine. “I mean, look how big you are.”
Ren chokes at the sight. His now fully hard cock reaches past his forehead, the size comparison has him cursing under his breath as Dan Heng tilts his head, giving him kittenish licks and kisses up his cock. Popping off with a loud wet sound, Dan Heng lines the cock in front of his lips and he’s taking him all the way down, throat relaxing to accommodate the length.
Blinking away his tears, Dan Heng looks up at Ren expectantly, showing him despite how big he was, he could still take him. Ren has fucked his face enough to the point where his mouth can easily fit in his shape and size. And his lover looks down at him with pure desire, proud that his baby can take his cock so wonderfully.
Dan Heng bobs his head at a steady pace, pulling out all the way to the point where the top just barely falls off his lips, then swallowing him all the way down. He does so as he maintains eye contact with Ren everytime he pulls back. The weight of his cock lying comfortably on his tongue, feeling the veins rub against his taste buds and tasting the hint of precum.
If he practices hard enough, maybe he could eventually use his mouth to warm his lover’s cock for hours, on his knees and in between Ren’s legs. And Ren would ignore him, ignoring the way Dan Heng moans around his cock, jaw pleasantly aching in pain as he rubs his thighs together needily because his pussy has gotten so wet. Yet Ren would still refuse to acknowledge him.
Ren moans as Dan Heng bobs his head faster, rubbing his cunt desperately against his pillow as he licks and swallows. He must look pathetic right now getting so worked up over sucking cock, and Ren enjoys the view. The pillow is stained with his juices, his pretty ass rolling up as Dan Heng rides the pillow.
Suddenly, the hands in his hair tightens and Dan Heng gets forcibly pulled off his. He whines at the loss when Ren pulls away the pillow under him, throwing it carelessly on the floor.
“On your back.” Ren pats the mattress. “I want to use you.”
Dan Heng blinks at him, perplexed, but he does as ordered. His head was barely hanging off the edge of the bed, his body now out in full display for Ren’s viewing pleasure. His thighs were coated in his own slick and Dan Heng tries his best to not reach down and touch himself.
This was a new position, and Dan Heng was intrigued. He looks up at Ren and opens his mouth, tongue poking out as he waits expectantly. Ren pushes only the tip in and gently caresses the side of his cheek.
“Tap on my thigh thrice if you need to stop, alright?”
He hums and nods impatiently, bringing a hand up to pull at Ren’s waist to get him to hurry up. Ren clicks his tongue and positions his hands over Dan Heng’s chest before he slowly eases in.
“Always so cockhungry,” Ren grunts. He coos at the way Dan Heng’s throat bobs, taking in his length. When Ren pulls out, he immediately pushes back in and fuck.
It’s a completely new type of feeling Dan Heng wasn’t accustomed to, and it has him growing dizzy with pleasure. He’s helpless under Ren like this, having his mouth full of cock, hands pinning his chest down on the mattress as Ren moves his hips, fucking his throat to his heart’s content.
His cock is reaching even deeper than ever before, and he let Ren use him to get off. Never has he ever felt so mind numbingly powerless. His lover was in complete control of him and there was nothing Dan Heng could do about it but be used. And it was so fucking hot.
Ren sees the way Dan Heng’s hand grips onto the sheets tightly, feet and knees kicking and twitching in need. But he whimpers and takes his cock obediently, face covered in his own tears and drool.
“You can play with yourself, baby,” Ren coos. “Let me see.”
Dan Heng didn’t need to be told twice to do so. He knew he was overwhelmingly wet, but when he slid his fingers past the opening his panties had, his fingers were immediately coated with his own slick. Dan Heng slips two fingers inside of himself and he thrusts them in time with Ren’s rhythm.
Once those fingers were inside, Dan Heng noticed he was being handled more roughly now. It has him fingering himself at a faster pace, knowing how much his lover wanted him, his controlled thrusts breaking as his desperation for him grows stronger and Ren couldn’t help but be rough with him.
“Hahh, you’re so fucking perfect,” Ren groans out. He glides his index finger up his throat and Dan Heng swallows around him. He’s been poking his tongue out each time Ren pulls away, as if he couldn’t stand every second apart from it, but it was like a switch has flicked on inside of his lover, and now Ren was fucking into his mouth harsher than before.
He’s getting close, Dan Heng dazedly realizes, and he lets himself be used. Ren was pressing down on him hard, his hips snapping into his mouth with every thrust, and Dan Heng takes and takes. He cries out when Ren reaches for his horns and grabs him, fucking his face and Dan Heng’s eyes roll back. He swears he almost cums right there.
A certain thrust and Ren moans, pulling out and cum splatters all over him, his face, neck, and even reaching close to his chest. Dan Heng gasps out loudly and tries to catch his breath, having half the mind to stick his tongue out to take in the rest of his cum. He slaps his cock against his tongue and lips a few times before he pulls away.
Kneeling down, Ren lovingly strokes the sides of Dan Heng’s cheeks. “You did great.”
Panting, Dan Heng laughs breathlessly and readjusts himself so his head was no longer hanging off the bed. With his gaze still on Ren, upside down, Dan Heng teasingly swipes a bit of cum on his face off with his finger and licks it clean.
The sight has Ren muttering out a “fuck” and he reaches over at the nightstand for his phone.
Dan Heng pulls his finger out with a pop. His voice, hoarse, “What are you doing?”
“Taking a few photos,” Ren replies. “For when you’re not around.”
“Just make sure no one else sees them.” Dan Heng rolls over and sits up, still licking some of the cum off of him. “Though, I am well aware it will be hard to keep your things hidden from your hacker.”
“It’ll teach Silver Wolf to not snoop around my belongings without my knowledge,” Ren replies nonchalantly as he snaps another photo before tossing his phone somewhere on the bed. He undoes his top as he joins Dan Heng on the bed.
Dan Heng laughs softly as Ren playfully backs him into the headboard and unceremoniously pulls his legs back so his head bounces against the single pillow left on the bed. He instinctively opens his legs for Ren and slowly lifts the hem of his top up, fully exposing his smooth toned stomach. With his fingers, Dan Heng spreads his chubby folds apart.
The gap his panties came with allowed Ren to see his drooling cunt fully and Dan Heng relished in the way his lover sharply breathed in at the sight.
“Will you take me?” Dan Heng tilts his head and innocently looks up at Ren with wide eyes as if he doesn’t look like the epitome of ruined right now. His red eyeliner was messed up, specks of cum slowly drying up on his face, his neck covered in multiple bruises and bites. His tail lays curled up right next to him, swishing slowly from side to side as he waits for Ren in anticipation.
“You know I’m not done with you.” Ren spreads his legs further and lines his already hardening cock up. “We’re far from being close to finishing.”
“Is that a threa— aahh…!”
Ren bottoms out all the way effortlessly, pushing his thighs down into the mattress further and further until Dan Heng was nearly doing the splits.
“Aeons, look at the way this hole of yours swallows me in,” Ren sneers. “I barely had to move and it slipped right in.”
Dan Heng stops himself from biting back with a snarky comment, instead choosing to tighten around his cock. It seems to get Ren going because when he pulls out and snaps his hips roughly, he manages to get a choked whimper out of him.
He’s been under Ren like this so many times now, yet each time his cock rubs against his walls just right, or when he feels him just so deep, it melts his brain into a pool of mushy pleasure that Dan Heng couldn’t just get over. It feels as if each time he gets fucked, he feels himself falling, like Ren has fucked him stupid and made him incapable of forming a thought.
And it was nice to not have to think for once, because then, all that was left was Ren and just Ren. Ren and his stupidly handsome face with his stupidly built biceps and stupidly jacked pectorals along with his stupidly stacked abdominals and his stupidly big, girthy c—
A certain thrust has him keening, head tilting back as he holds onto the pillow under him tightly with both hands. Dan Heng dumbly stares up at the ceiling as he gets fucked, panting as his tongue pokes out. His legs were definitely going to ache afterwards, but at the moment he doesn’t care.
It’s nice being easily pliant and flexible for Ren. He could bend, twist, and turn him around any way he so desired, and Dan Heng would take it. Ren kept staring him up and down, admiring his figure. The delicate see-through fabric laid against his torso as if it were a feather caressing his soft skin. The strings on his panties perfectly accentuated his hips, his ass, his waist, and it drove Ren crazy.
Ren lowers himself, allowing Dan Heng’s spread thighs a moment of reprieve. He wraps his legs around Ren’s waist as Ren reaches for the bow, pulling on the ends of the ribbon. It is as if he were unwrapping a present given just for him, and Dan Heng flushes when Ren undoes the bow, revealing his perky nipples.
He arches his back, moaning when Ren bites down on his chest, playing with his other nipple in between his fingers. Ren keeps rocking his cock into his walls as he focuses on his buds, crying out when he squeezes and plays with them too harshly, rolling his own hips into his thrusts everytime Ren bites.
“So cute,” Ren murmurs, kissing the bud. “If I played with them long enough, do you think I can get you to cum from only your nipples?”
“Ren,” he whines.
“Relax, I have other things planned for you,” Ren assures as he picks himself up. He raises both of his legs over his shoulder and folds Dan Heng in half into a mating press. “We have to take care of this greedy hole of yours first, hmm? Tell me, is that what you need?”
Dan Heng couldn’t even bring himself to answer back as Ren pushes in and he feels him deep. He doesn’t even remember what he was going to say back anymore, pure pleasure scrambling his thoughts into one gigantic mess as Ren chases after what he has promised, to fill him up.
Taking Ren was no easy feat. Every time his huge cock pressed against his sweet spot, against his womb, Dan Heng felt full, like he was going to burst any second. It was perfect yet somehow, it still was not enough. He’d usually demand for more and more despite it being too much for him to handle. And Ren would call him a spoiled brat, but he gives anyway. Ren would fuck him to the point where tears would fall down his cheeks, and then he gets pleasantly filled with his cum…
“Ah, love?”
Hands fall down to the very prominent bump below his stomach where the head of his cock lies. Dan Heng bites his lip as they both watch the way the bump moves up and down every time Ren thrusts in.
“Do you think…” Ren continues. “If I were to cum inside, would it take?”
Shit. His pussy tightens up at the thought and that’s when Ren knew he got him.
“Don’t… don’t be ridiculous,” Dan Heng mumbles. “Vidyadh— ahh, hahh, I…can’t get pregnant…”
“That’s why—“ Ren snapped into him hard and Dan Heng nearly felt like he was about to cum right there. “—I need to keep feeding this greedy pussy of yours until you’re completely full of my cum. Don’t you agree?”
He says his final word with a cruel thrust and it breaks Dan Heng. He cries, head thrashing uncontrollably against the pillow as he gasps out, “Please—hnng… knock me up…!”
His answer seems to take Ren by surprise, his hips stutter for a moment then his thrusts begin to speed up even faster than before. Ren was pounding into him more roughly, the sounds of their skin slapping together along with the way his pussy squelches during each thrust fill their hotel room.
Surely, the room next to them could hear the lewd moans Dan Heng could care less to keep down, or how harshly Ren was fucking him to the point their bed was squeaking and the headboard kept hitting against the wall. His toes curl in the air as he holds on tight, overwhelmed by the need to have his womb be overflowing with cum, to the point where his pussy was leaking with it.
That’s what he was missing. He needed all of Ren, everything he could possibly give him. Only Ren could get him to become irrationally obsessive, crazed, over his everything. It was like a switch; Dan Heng could be apart from him for days, weeks, months. But when they finally get to hold each other again, when his lover has him pinned under him like this, Dan Heng realizes he doesn’t ever want him to let go.
The way Ren is handling him hurts, but it was so fucking hot. Just knowing how equally desperate his lover was for him sends an indescribable heat down to his cunt. There are scratches on his hips, his whole chest and neck littered with hickeys, his jaw still slightly aching. Ren has absolutely wrecked him, and it fuels him.
“A-Ahh…! Going to— w-wanna cum…!” Dan Heng cries out.
“Yeah?” Ren says breathlessly, his voice strained. It was clear he was getting close as well. He pauses momentarily to readjust his grip on Dan Heng, who sobs at the sudden stop of stimulation. Ren slightly changed his position, barely standing up as his lover’s hands were under his ass.
Ren slams into him, lifting his hips up to meet his thrusts as if he were a sex toy. He fucks him harder, faster than ever, and Dan Heng’s mouth falls into an “O” shape as he gets pounded into. His cock was punching his sweet spot hard, and Dan Heng let out the loudest moan he’s had tonight.
“Gonna fill you up—” Ren groans. “…‘til you’re all nice and full of my seed. You want that? To be bred full of cum?”
“Mhm!” Dan Heng nods. He bites his bottom lip to brace himself as he gets used, hard enough that he could taste blood in his mouth.
Everything hurts, but it hurts so good, and Dan Heng bursts. His eyes roll back as his orgasm hits him hard, like a dam has been broken and he gets washed away. Dan Heng’s thighs shake as he squirts in between them, his tail twitching as he’s violently cumming.
And Ren keeps fucking into him as Dan Heng gushes around his cock. With great strength, he holds onto his thrashing hips and continues to force Dan Heng’s lower half up in the air every time to meet his thrusts. Dan Heng cries and shakes his head for no, no, no, no more, but he manages to lock his uncontrollably shaky legs around Ren’s neck, tightening his sensitive walls to keep him there.
With one last push, Ren gasps and presses all the way down, releasing his seed inside his welcoming warmth with a shudder. His lover slowly pulls himself out of Dan Heng, who whimpers as he mourns for the loss, and rolls to his side.
Fuck. All the times Dan Heng has denied the possibility of having a certain thing with being filled with cum has gone down the drain.
Dan Heng was still coming down from his high, the adrenaline making him numb from the pain he’s definitely going to feel tenfold when he wakes up the next day. He was probably going to angrily chastise Ren in the morning for his soreness, even though they both knew he allowed it in the first place. That part doesn’t matter.
Before he could think, there were fingers hastily shoved up his pussy. Dan Heng arches his back and hisses, overly stimulated and sensitive as he gets flipped to his side. He looks over his shoulder to see a mischievous glint in Ren’s eyes as his lover angles his cock back in.
“Y-You’re not done?!” Dan Heng sputters.
“Never said I was,” Ren replies coolly. He pauses, “Unless you are.”
Sighing, Dan Heng reaches down to pull Ren’s fingers out. He hears Ren shifting behind him like he was going to move away but Dan Heng stops him, bringing him closer.
“I said you could do anything. Besides, I told you I wanted you to break me, no?” Dan Heng hums, spreading his pussy with his fingers to welcome his hardening cock. Bits of cum were leaking out. “I don’t think this is enough for me to get pregnant.”
Hands slide to his waist, under his lingerie as Ren chuckles, guiding his cock back inside. Dan Heng could feel the huffs of hot air against his bare skin.
“You’re such a tease, you know that love?” Ren murmurs.
…
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It was morning. And they were still going at it.
How many times has Dan Heng cummed the last few hours? Six? Eight? He lost count after his fourth one.
This was most definitely the longest he’s ever gone, and Dan Heng wasn’t sure if he could ever do something like this again. He wanted to, but he didn’t. It was too much, but too little. His pussy was sore, but it felt too good that he didn’t want to back out. Dan Heng dramatically wondered to himself if he was going to be fucked to death. If so, he wouldn’t mind going out this way.
He stubbornly held on to Ren, refusing to let go of him even if his lover wanted to get up and get some water, even if his arms were going weak on him. It was a pathetic attempt to keep Ren in bed, but nonetheless, still successful. He knew Ren was weak for him anyway.
Dan Heng was fucked sideways, on his lap, against the window, had his pussy eaten out, fucked himself on his cock as Ren laid back and watched…
And now he was being fucked roughly into the sheets. He no longer had the strength to hold himself up anymore, gripping and moaning into the sheets as Ren pounds his cunt. Dan Heng was rambling incoherently, words muffled from the mattress. He doesn’t even know what he was saying, let alone knew he was even rambling in the first place. Ren has fried his brain.
A white ring of frothy cum was being fucked into him, and Dan Heng continues to groan as his pussy gets overfilled with cum to the point where it was dripping down his legs. There is even a bump on his stomach, showing how full he is.
He feels a hand sneaking in down for his clit. Dan Heng chokes and shakes his head violently, mewling out his cries as Ren grunts, “You're going to need to speak properly.”
“C-Can’t, nghh—“ Dan Heng fucking sobs and continues to ramble. Ren was panting against his neck, pressing his chest against Dan Heng’s back as he sped up. He feels absolutely broken. “Close, oh fuck, I can’t…!”
“Just a little more, baby,” Ren hisses as he feels Dan Heng clenching around him. His cock pressed against his sweet spot violently, rubbing harsh circles to his clit.
Dan Heng doesn’t know if he’s been cumming or not, his mind fogged with pleasure and lust. Maybe he has been going through an orgasm this whole time, but he was too fucked out to tell. It feels like his heart was floating, full of love, and he let out a frustrated whine because he felt too weak to lift himself up and kiss Ren.
He settles with holding onto his lover’s wrist, where Ren cages him with his arm, and hugs it tightly, keeping him close.
Ren just feels so, so good. Everything about him was just so good and he needs more, even when he’s crying because there’s so much to take in. His chest hurts, he can’t breathe, his heart is breaking. He needed Ren—
It crashes into him and Dan Heng lets out a broken cry, digging his nails into Ren’s wrists as his orgasm overwhelmingly rips him apart. He somehow manages to squirt out tiny spurts of clear cum around his cock. The way his walls begin to violently tighten and twitch was enough to tip Ren off the edge, hips grinding up into his full, wet heat before he releases one last time inside.
Everything falls, and tears were streaming down his face as Dan Heng sobs hysterically, whole body twitching uncontrollably. He trembles as Ren lowers himself down and pulls Dan Heng close to his chest, clicking his tongue soothingly as he places a kiss into his hair.
His lover stays silent, his hold firm and comforting as he allows him to cry. Dan Heng can’t bring himself to stop shaking no matter how hard he tries, nor can he stop the onslaught of sensations rippling down his chest.
He holds onto him as Dan Heng hiccups and tries to calm himself down, breathing heavily into Ren’s arms. His fogged out mind slowly recollects itself, the way Ren rubs circles into waist grounds him back to reality. When his breath evens out, Dan Heng pats his arm. Ren grins, “Hi, love.”
“Hi.”
“I pushed you too hard, didn’t I?” Ren whispers. “I’m sor—“
“Don’t.” Dan Heng internally cringes at the way his voice cracks. His throat was sore. “Don’t apologize. That needs to happen again.”
Ren rolls his eyes and snorts. “And here I was, worried for your well-being.”
Dan Heng huffs and nuzzles his face into Ren as his tail clings onto his arm. “I thought you would be smug over the fact that you’ve managed to fuck me to tears.”
“I am.”
“Congratulations. Now shh.”
“You want to sleep here? In the mess that mostly you made—“
He slaps Ren with his tail. “We can use the other bed. But wait, everything will spill if you pull out…”
“That’s what you’re concerned about?” Ren hums thoughtfully to himself. “I suppose I can create a certain device that you can put inside you to keep my cum in.”
“You’re going to come out of retirement as a craftsman to make something for our sexual needs?” Dan Heng scrunches his nose at that, but he considers the idea. Doing his daily tasks, sitting through meetings with the Express Crew, all while being plugged up, constantly full of his lover’s seed…
“I won’t dictate what you choose to do during your free time,” Dan Heng decides to say instead. “Do as you wish.”
Ren forces himself to pull out to Dan Heng’s dismay, and sits up. He snickers when he sees Dan Heng’s face and pinches his cheek adoringly. “Oh don’t pout, my spoiled dragon. There will always be another time where you’ll be bred well.”
“…just clean us both up.” Dan Heng picks up the ends of his top and winces. “Is this still salvageable?”
“I will make sure of it,” Ren responds immediately.
“It’s okay if it’s ruined, it’s not a big deal.”
“I will restore these to the best of my abilities.”
Dan Heng rolls his eyes and gestures to Ren to lift him up. “Don’t be ridiculous. I can always purchase another. You really like seeing me wear this?”
“I would be a foolish man if I didn’t,” Ren replies as he carefully picks Dan Heng up. “Now, let’s clean up, shall we?”
He hooks his arms around the back of Ren’s neck and nods. Dan Heng tries his best to not fall asleep when Ren massages the shampoo into his scalp, the soothing motions almost lulling him to sleep. He couldn’t stop himself from purring, his pointed ears slightly tilted down because of how fuzzy and peaceful he felt.
Once they were out of the bathtub, in a fresh set of clothes, hair completely dried, Dan Heng was carried to bed, the clean one, and Ren gently placed him down to join him from the other side.
“Satisfied?”
“Very.”
Ren stares down at his lover and adoringly tucks a strand of hair behind Dan Heng’s ear. He lies down and wraps his arms around Dan Heng, who instantly inches closer into his hold. “Rest well.”
Dan Heng sleepily mumbles back three words, and when he feels Ren’s lips against his forehead, he drifts off to sleep.
Only able to sleep for 30 minutes max, Ren groggily opens the door to see Kafka. She was smiling her usual signature lazy smile, her appearance pristine as usual. However, after knowing her for quite some time, Ren has learned to pick up on a few things quickly. Like how her eyes look more worn down and if he looked closely, there was a slight darker tinge under her eyes.
She hadn’t gotten much sleep.
“Good morning,” she drawls. Kafka looks him up and down, noting his sleepwear. “It seems to me that you are not ready to scout the area.”
“You don’t seem to be in good shape yourself,” Ren retorts.
“Duty calls, A-Ren. How is your sleeping beauty?” Kafka inquires.
“Just fine.” Ren crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. “Did his friend…?”
“Wake up and hear you both? I had put her to sleep before she could know what was going on. Both of you should be thankful.” Kafka spins on her heel and turns back. “We can survey the land another time since it’s not required anyway. Go join your partner. I will catch up on a few hours of sleep.”
Ren nods when Kafka waves goodbye and closes the door. Perhaps he should figure out a way to subtly express his gratitude towards her. He owed it to her after all, pulling the strings behind all this; getting Dan Heng to visit the lingerie store, booking rooms, saving Dan Heng’s dignity in front of his friend…yeah. Ren really needs to find a way to thank her.
He puts that thought aside as he hops back to bed. Ren could worry about that later. For now, he wishes to cuddle his lover to sleep.