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[daohuai]

[ : / /　𝙵 𝙸 𝙻 𝙴 ]　 : @riftzenith　 there is the svelte slide of calloused fingertips , a tenuous pressure along the expanse of his throat . his head , canting so lightly to the side , nuzzles into the cut jaw offered to him , & a whisper of fangs sinks lightly amongst flesh . he remembers a marking being here once - a coercion of his own teeth , one that he remapped nigh on every night over the span of years . where had it gone ? " you vex me . " he breathes , voice smoky as always - but for blade , it was raw . the words ? they mask a translation : i miss you . i miss us . come back . he says none of it aloud , only sinks his teeth into the skin before him with frustration , with the aching of his immortal heart .

　　𝚂 𝙴 𝙰 𝚁 𝙲 𝙷 𝙸 𝙽 𝙶 。。。　　　　　sticky , hot , wet passion had sunk into his flesh , the small of his back suctioning where the general clung to him . their throat , thirsty & scratched , felt ice - cold beneath the heated touch of the man . it made blade's skin crawl . such sensations were all new . the unyielding form of this weapon , against the needy , pliant shape of leonine immortal . those hands which had not ceased traveling over every inch of scarred , uneven flesh even after his peak had been overcome ; how did he see that mangled body ? could he overlook such in favor of nursing those pained memories ? the mind recalled what the flesh had not , & though images of one unfamiliar body entwined with the general had indeed come to their broken mind , the idea that it ever had been the revenant still had not settled . how the sage jing yuan ever saw it as such was beyond him . for all that wisdom , how imprudent was it to pretend this body could be that man he had known . hesitant to call it love . it was all too distant .

　　　jing yuan forgets himself . this vessel was little more than a vile ghost returned from the grave . even he knew his oath . soon , it would return , as all things must .

　　　dry mouth opens to speak , accuse the general of such hypocrisy , ridicule him for this pointless favor . but teeth seal across this one's bloodless throat , tacky & salty from their labors , & memory rises from the depths of that scourged mind as if cresting waves . an ancient longing , foregone in the wake of death , searing as it approaches the shore . when first jing yuan had sealed his mouth upon him & called him his , so many years of chasing , finally yielding body & mind entirely to him . he had been happy for it . as it surfaces , the blade strikes it back , one cold hand reaching to wrap around the entirety of jing yuan's bare wrist , that sinewy neck trembling beneath his mouth as they speak .

　　　❝             bite me if you are so incensed ,   ❞ voice comes with some resistance , as body has grown tired , wishing to rest . but something in the way jing yuan's paws nurse his aching body tell him they are not quite complete . they would never say aloud that they are hoping that is the case . breath is inhaled shallowly , & leaves his body with a shudder . ❝   it will not remain .   ❞

[cloudhymnarchived]

          he was hit with an unnerving sense of déjà vu. once upon a time, and in a different life, he’d had a routine   ;   books and scrolls placed neatly by the gilded hallway table, fresh tea upon a tray, footsteps wound ‘round past the dining room and into the second bedroom from the right, the one adorned with flying cranes and gold finches. while he held the tray with both hands, dexterous tail would strike a match and gently light a lantern, but dan heng’s tail did not yet feel like his own, and the only emanator power he had rekindled was how to return to his former appearance. and so, he placed the tray down near jing yuan’s bedside, in lieu of lighting up that oh so familiar lamp. his memories were still a whirlwind, he saw fading ghosts moving in and out, especially here, in a place where dan feng had been so happy.

          well, he wasn’t here for dan feng.

          he was cautious when it came to jing yuan, with the resurgence of new memories   (   some more   …   inappropriate than others   )   it was difficult to approach him without feeling like he was meant to. unsure whether he was supposed to act a certain way, whether he wanted to incite a particular reaction. one thing he did understand was when the general mixed both him and dan feng up, said “ you ” instead of “ him ” or was a little too hesitant with the “ heng ” of his name, long scion stiffened immediately, and the general could tell. eyes too sharp, too observant. it was a rough affair, one he hoped appearing in his normal, disguised appearance might help. most of his own posturing was felled the moment eyes land upon the general, having never seen him so sickly and weak, shine and palour dimmed on his handsome features. dan heng’s heart ached, but little of the confusing sentiment appeared on his face.

          “   this is your last chance to choose a more experienced healer, jing yuan. you can’t tell if i’ll rupture your qi or not, and i can only do it by proximity.   ”   it was difficult to tell exactly how familiar, how close he should come as he poured the other his tea first, then one for himself. dan heng immediately drained the cup, fingers cold from being outside. while it didn’t burn his tongue, the archivist made a slight discouraged expression, tea slightly off – tasting, before pouring the cup out on the tea pet.   (   unbeknownst to him, a mistake that a vidyadhara high elder would never dream of making.   )   “   i’m sure that your charge or your other knights have relayed what most of us are doing outside. there couldn’t possibly be much for me to say. hm, unless you wanted me to beat you in star chess again.   ”   he kept it casual, friendly even. because, so easy was it for the both of them to delve into deeper, heavier topics. how heavy the loneliness felt between them.

@lovesode     /     @riftzenith.

[cloudhymnarchived]

that sanctuary had been a prison, though dan heng had not known those walls were meant to keep him in for a very long time.   “ it was to keep the world outside out. ”   it was dangerous for someone like him to be outside to be free. they had ways of ensuring the sinner’s shadow would not resist, would not struggle, would not awaken the vestiges of a god – like plague upon them. they were careful, artfully so, in preventing another sedition of imbibitor lunae. how did one while away the time keeping the most blasphemous sinner occupied ? curated books, lamplight. little else. but it had been enough until jing yuan.

the man with eyes like the sun.

“   did i offend you in some way, general ?   ”  

he was not yinyue jun. he was not dan feng. there was no poetic lilt to his words. tone once filled with whimsey and a commanding magnetism replaced with something dry and almost robotic. his words were short, precise, but most noticeable of all there was little of the familiarity the dragon prince once held for his favourite dozing lion. centuries of affection had been locked away, perhaps never to resurface once more. in the eyes of dan heng, the luofu’s general and his avoidance of him during their meetings had little to do with eons of heartache. instead in piqued more that insatiable curiosity   (   this, at the very least, he and yinyue once shared.   )

“   …   why would you set me free only to ignore my existence ?   ”

@riftzenith and the starter i promised yonks ago, sorry —

[cloudhymnarchived]

gnaws on him.

‘   a-yuan.   ’   yinyue jun flicked the end of celestial tail about, feathery ends attempting to flick the general’s face. a large portion of his limb held up jingyuan’s lionese teeth. the draconic’s prince’s expression spoke of an unimpressed countenance, along with flattened tones and the cool demeanor of the vidyadhara ruler. if only for a moment though, when could he ever regard the general with anything but warmth for very long ?   ‘   being cute will not get you out of paperwork. now return to me my tail.   ’

[lianlong]

@riftzenith:

A   WELCOME   SCENT   PURVEYS   his   nostrils   the   moment   he   steps   through   the   threshold   -   skating   along   the   vestiges   of   his   skin   like   the   finest   of   xianzhou   sliks.   pupils,   once   slit   to   adjust   to   the   light,   blow   wide   in   his   fervor   -   and   the   general's   head   snaps   to   the   side,   ashen   hair   stirring   in   the   air   about   them   so   forcefully   it   carries   his   own   scent   in   response   to   his   beloved's   ardor.   jing   yuan's   lips   part   wide,   a   reflexive   'o'   befalling   his   face   as   he   takes   in   the   form   of   the   vidyadhara   stretched   supplicant   and   wanting   upon   his   sheets.   he   knows,   instantly   he   knows,   exactly   what   this   is.    "   dan   heng.   "   comes   his   quiet   voice,   a   throaty   intonation   of   need   and   a   shiver   placating   down   his   spine.   "   i   did   not   realize-   "   as   he   speaks,   he   advances,   the   prowl   of   a   predator   on   silent   feet.   upon   the   bed,   jing   yuan   draws   himself,   one   broad   hand   skating   down   the   other's   bare   chest   as   he   bends   downwards   to   nose   against   his   throat.   fangs,   sharp   but   tempered   for   dan   heng's   pleasure,   skate   across   his   skin,   and   the   lion   hums   out   his   pleasure   -   basking   in   the   warmth   permeating   from   the   man   beneath   him,   and   in   the   scent   that   spells   the   entirety   of   his   need.    "   you   should   have   told   me   it   was   coming.   "   he   breathes,   tucking   the   sheets   up   about   the   other's   slim   hips   and   prostrating   himself   between   long   legs.   "   i   would've...   "   a   kiss   to   his   pulse,   over   his   clavicle,   the   tender   beating   of   his   throat-   "   came   home   early.   "   aureate   hues   peek   up   at   his   beloved,   and   he   offers   him   a   toothy   smirk   -   already,   the   predator   in   him  hungry.  "   shall  i  help,  husband?   "

ㅤㅤIF ONLY HE HAD SEEN IT COMING, he would have surely requested his lover's company for the days thereafter, well aware what a state he would be rendered into — but before he knew it, this yearly cycle caught up to him with nary a warning and by the time it had fully blossomed, his spouse was too far out of reach to plead for his return. Jing Yuan's absence felt alike an eternity even to his long life, each hour passing building into an incessant need that set his skin aflame, washing through his body in waves of want.

ㅤㅤHe agonized over seeking relief and finding none, the only comfort found amidst the sheets and pillows of their shared bed, heavy with his husband's familiar scent. Perhaps that is why the dragon's usually keen senses failed to notice Jing Yuan's presence drawing closer, far too wrapped up in his own mind to focus any of his attention toward his surroundings. What self-restraint Dan Heng still held onto gradually ebbed away with each breath, the mere thought of the general's touch roaming across his body enough to make the throb between his legs worse. SPURRED BY THIS IMAGE, he unbuttons his robes, not bothering to fully slide it off, and instead ridding himself of his pants — every action guided by a sudden impatience that was quite unlike him. The prince bares himself only enough to allow slender fingers to enter between his legs, sliding down his slickened folds, and he cannot suppress the shivered gasp when his thumb brushes against his most sensitive spot.

ㅤㅤHis touch grows firmer then, more eager, all that control he upheld prior now falling away from him — and when he allows his eyes to flutter shut, it becomes effortless to imagine another hand in place of his own. The fantasy of calloused fingertips pleasuring him instead draws a barely stifled moan from him, lingering there for a moment, teasing the little bundle of nerves at the apex of his heat. Eventually, these ministrations stroke downwards, and he gently enters his entrance, one finger at first, then a second, and his hips greedily roll against the touch.ㅤ❝ Jing Yuan ... ❞ㅤThe name spills from his lips unbidden, THOUGHTS TOO ASTRAY IN THIS DREAM playing out in the dragon's head. Perhaps he would have remained there for a while longer, had it not been for the voice joining his own — and Dan Heng's eyes flew open at the sound, half surprised to truly find his husband no more than a few feet away.ㅤ( How long had the general already been standing there ... ? )

ㅤㅤ❝ Yuan-ge — ❞ㅤDan Heng cannot help the subtle flush tinging his skin, flustered to be caught in such a debased state ... but that shame is quickly forgotten, his mind far too addled by the desire to pull the general closer, to have those hands he yearned for so ardently finally roam across his body. His claws find purchase upon the fabric of his lover's clothes to pull him inward a LITTLE TOO HASTILY, legs falling apart to welcome him between them where he belongs, no longer sparing a second thought towards having been caught.

ㅤㅤ❝ Hmm. ❞ㅤA hum of affirmation, devoid of his usual eloquence, but what gentle words may have otherwise welcomed the general back home were temporarily forgone in favor of higher priorities — the inviting space flanked by his thighs feeling so empty that it already ached to be filled by something more than just his fingers. A feeling which only seems to grow in intensity now that his beloved was by his side, arousal simmering at the barest of touches.ㅤ❝ I didn't think you would make it back in time ... ❞ㅤHis claws reach upward to weave through Jing Yuan's pale mane, grip tightening to guide him down further, AN UNSPOKEN DEMAND in the dragon's touch.

ㅤㅤ❝ Please, ❞ㅤcomes the breathless request regardless, a faint tinge of desperation lacing his words, and even the cool jade of his eyes stirs with something more, something hungry perturbing the still waters. His hands find the other's broad back, fingers clawing into his muscles, as if to make him his once more.ㅤ❝ — take some responsibility for your absence. ❞

[daohuai]

@riftzenith is an artist (ft. bonus)

[cloudhymnarchived]

picks dan heng up and spins him around like a pretty princess

          “   —   𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍   -   !   ”

          soft but sharp, exclamation hardly raucous but expressive all the same, the difference wrought from sweet familiarity present in barely there notes of delight. deadpanned, usually. merriment to those who knew better, who understood the melodic cadence between his words. eyes of steely blue more akin to a clear and crisp morning sky while regarding leonine companion.

          watch closely, fearsome draconic gaze would cast for a moment, then turn tender. ‘ you’re ridiculous ’ uttered into fluffy white hair, but his grip would tighten. he would not let go.

@riftzenith   (   unscripted starter   ,   enthusiastically accepting.   )