@houyin asked : Silence was golden, but a certain Nameless would counter that duct tape was silver. Probably some smartass remark picked up along the way.
At least, that’s what he imagined Dan Heng would say if cogent thought was within reach. With two digits buried to the knuckles inside the Nameless, back flush against Ren’s chest, one strong arm around the smaller’s waist kept him arrested him there while the other subjected him to this lascivious torture. The air was cloudy and cool with the Cloudhymn Dan Heng profusely exhaled, eyes hooded smugly as each obscene squelch sounded with every thrust of his fingers. Ren took a predatory satisfaction in debilitating Dan Heng so thoroughly, but he wasn’t immune to the bliss that came with every clench of viscous inner walls around his fingers, sending aching throbs to his cock. All this because this damn Nameless had to bicker over some minuscule problem his fatigued mind invented from nothingness.
“Peace and quiet, at last,” Ren purred smugly in the shell of Dan Heng’s tapered ear, some of his control over his disguise fracturing. His tongue lewdly traced the shell of Dan Heng’s ear, nibbling at it between fangs almost as sharp as his. As if anticipating a caustic retort, Ren stroked inner walls headily, daring reproach.
maybe one of the most frustrating things is that dan heng’s own pride had backed him into a corner.
that ‘ peace and quiet ’ as ren would have it was only the result of the dragon’s refusal to make any noise - a wilfully stubborn, lip-biting attempt to not give into the satisfaction of moaning, groaning, growling, and especially purring. unfortunately, the ways that the hunter affected him were not just with venom-spit words and a cautious berth dan heng could not stop crossing, but in his body language as well - even after living a thousand years in near-solitude, he was still subject to the desires of mortal flesh, even if pleasure was hard to choke down under the hands of someone who had once been his nemesis.
the first break of his trailblazer disguise had been in his hands, one placed on the leg ren braced around him, and the other reaching back to curl around the stellaron hunter’s neck, keeping that warning grip on the back of his neck. when the scaley remnants of his fracturing cloudhymn appeared was beyond him, but he had caught the scent of blood as soon as talons broke flesh, tearing through the fabric of ren’s trousers in an attempt to find purchase. he couldn’t find it within himself to care either, not while the hunter continued to indulge him. while he wouldn’t allow himself to make noise, the vidyadhara’s body continued to betray everything that his partner’s infuriating hands were doing. his heart thrummed in his ears, pleasure wracking his body and making him squirm, and writhe. harsh inhales and heaves of his chest breathing out billows of cloudhymn, already an embarrassing indicator of how much pleasure ren wrung out of him.
a lot of the aggression dan heng felt around ren was an inability to tell where he stood with the man. so much still remained unsaid, so many things had been lost to the throes of mara or time, and despite everything he had gone through and how much had changed - how much he had changed - ren still remained the most daunting aspect of his past to date. sometimes that inability to say what lingered in the back of his mind came out wrong, and mean, and rude, and he never had any qualms about whether ren would get offended or biting, because it didn't matter to him, one way or another - it was a level of authenticity and honesty that dan heng rarely afforded other people. he really hadn’t cared about the way ren would go about his retaliations …
the choked out, snarled, “ fuck you. ” lessened in bite, followed by the way dan heng had dropped his head back into ren’s shoulder, and almost rippled with a full-body shudder. red flushed across his face, his neck, his ears, in the patches of skin bared when ren had slipped his hands beneath dan heng’s clothes. the insults could not deny the way dan heng continued to roll his hips, desperate to fuck himself on ren’s fingers, the way he pressed himself back onto the hard line of ren’s cock. it couldn’t deny the mortifying wetness of his cunt, the soft give of his heat and the way it clenched as if ravenous for something bigger. and of course, it could not deny the chemistry of knowing another’s body intimately, both through battle and the lost memories where once two different people had been in their places. he had not been with anyone for centuries, but these specific hands, more so. it made him heady, desperate, confused, that some part of his soul sung, enthralled by how right it felt to be doing something that should have felt wrong. the hand at ren’s neck curled further, talons sinking into the skin not as a warning this time but an attempt to keep him close, letting up for the first time to make a sound that was neither insult, nor threat.
