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It took an immense amount of self-control to allow Ren to tie him down. Dan Heng had to forcefully tamp down his survival instincts to be able to withstand it, to submit to the ropes looped around his wrists and threaded through the railing beside the raised platform inside of the Databank upon which he built his bed. Every atom of his form, rich with duality as it usually was, screamed to run away. He’d been running from this man for most of his life. Breaking down the instinct to startle like prey was difficult.
Ren’s hands made it easier. He wasn’t gentle with Dan Heng at all. He pushed him down hard, held his wrists together strong enough to bruise and grind wristbones together, then pinned him down with one palm on his chest while he coiled the rope around his skin and the rail before tying it off. The casual, nearly unintended brutality of his every touch meant Dan Heng didn’t find the situation as instinctually offputting as he would have if Ren were soft with him. The two of them were made for bruises between them. It settled into him as right as the sensation of their bodies slotting together, Ren’s thigh between his, crotch pressed into his hip.
Another thing that made it easier was how Dan Heng’s body felt about all of this. He’d been fluttery in the stomach from the moment Ren pushed him down and the stickiness in his underwear, still not so familiar as he thought it should be, started soon after. He could feel that Ren felt it too. The bulge through his pants ground impatient circles into Dan Heng’s hip, even as his trembling hands finished off the rope’s knot with delicate precision.
“How does it feel? Tight?” Ren asked him, visibly unable to keep a pleased smile off of his lips as he pulled away to stare down at his handiwork, at Dan Heng red in the face and slumped against his bindings.
“No.” Dan Heng responded with a minute shake of his head, assuming Ren was checking on his comfort, and getting proven wrong in the next moment when Ren leaned back in to fiddle with the rope again.
He undid a knot and yanked the rope tighter. Dan Heng jumped and let out a squeak, staring up at Ren with a bullied expression.
“Now it is.” Ren told him.
“You’re being mean.” Dan Heng mumbled. Ren grunted at him, pulling on the rope one more time to watch how his whole body reacted with a jolt.
“So? Hips up.” Ren backed up enough to allow Dan Heng to obey the order. When Dan Heng lifted his hips, core trembling from the effort, Ren caught his fingers under his waistband and slid his pants off. He left his boxers on, though the tight fabric clinging to the distinct shape of his cunt was as revealing as if he had none. Ren leered at him openly, pulling the pants off both ankles and tossing them aside in a crumpled heap to immediately hound the space between his legs.
He shoved his thighs apart and leaned down to press his face right up against Dan Heng’s pussy. Dan Heng responded in the only way he could, with an undignified wail and a pathetic kick.
“What are you doing!”
“You smell good.” His words vibrated into Dan Heng’s skin.
“That’s-! You’re being indecent, even you were never this- this carnal-”
“Stop comparing me to my past.” Ren grumbled, nipping at just the fabric, though his sharp teeth had snapped too close to Dan Heng’s skin for him not to flinch. “Don’t you hate it when I do the same?”
“I’m over it,” Dan Heng defended, kicking again and landing his heel into Ren’s spine.
“Is that so, Yinyue-Jun?”
“That’s different.” He thumped his foot down again, feeling a bit childish about all of this. Ren got under his skin so well. “We’re different people.”
Ren nuzzled right against the growing wet spot on his underwear and chuckled. The vibrations made Dan Heng jolt and tense. “Funny, then, that you come undone in the same ways he did.”
Then he flattened his tongue down the seam of Dan Heng’s clothed cunt, and any argument Dan Heng wanted to throw up in defense crumbled under the resonance of his stuttering moan and the small, desperate jumps of his hips.
Ren lathed across his crotch until the fabric was saturated with spit. Each drag ground the soft-textured cotton into Dan Heng’s skin, driving him maddeningly into stimulated, carnal pleasure. He wouldn’t come from this, but if Ren wanted to, he could drive him damn close just with his wolfish licking and nosing into his crotch.
Dan Heng disliked to be easy, which Ren teased him for frequently, but he was. He was sensitive beyond what Ren suggested was reasonable and came quickly and with multiplicity. Ren had driven him to come enough times, though, that he knew Dan Heng’s signs with a frightening accuracy, and could hold off when appropriate to prolong sex- though this was mostly utilized for Ren’s enjoyment alone. He would ruin as many orgasms as he wanted if it meant he could see Dan Heng crying hard enough to ruin himself.
Ren pulled off. Dan Heng was panting, trying to keep himself drawn together with his elbows bent and body pulled up so he leaned back against the railing, but his legs were spread askew, and his stomach twitched when Ren pinched the damp fabric and let it snap back into place against his cunt.
“I think I’d like to see you cry.” Ren told him placidly and pulled his underwear off without asking him to adjust for it.
It left Dan Heng bare without the mental time to catch up. Ren took easy advantage of his startled pause, grinning and leaning in to quickly drag his fingers down Dan Heng’s soaked, dark hair, and shove two fingers into his hole.
“Ah- ah!” Dan Heng tossed his head back, clenching tightly and drawing his knees up, riding through the radiations of pain from Ren going too fast, too soon. “R-Ren,” his pathetic whine was making the smile on Ren’s face grow. He didn’t move his fingers, allowing just one kindness in the form of adjustment, but he seemed to carry no remorse for making Dan Heng hurt.
“You like it.” Ren told him. It was a telling more of an accusation: what Ren said went, and what Ren said settled like truth into Dan Heng’s mind. “Slut. You could take three off the bat if I wanted you to.”
Dan Heng let out a high, slow whine, body slowly relaxing into it. His pussy was drooling around Ren’s fingers and very gradually relaxing enough to release the vice grip he held on him so Ren could start sliding them in deeper and out a few times, loosening him enough to start fingering him properly.
The first time he crooked his fingers Dan Heng made another surprised sort of moan, startled by his own pleasure. Easy .
“Is it enough?” Ren teased him, working his fingers in and out with an unpredictable pattern of motion, pressing into and stroking his sensitive spots and ignoring them in the next beat to spread his fingers and make Dan Heng’s tight pussy gape around two huge fingers. “Do you feel filled up enough?”
“Nn-” Dan Heng squeezed his eyes shut as moisture gathered at the corners of his eyes and he shook his head fiercely. “Not- no-”
Ren laughed at him, making another gush of slick ease his fast motions. Ren twisted his wrist to get at a new angle which had Dan Heng’s legs trembling and his back arching. Finding this to be a cute view, Ren bullied that angle relentlessly, making wet squelching noises as he violently thrust his thick fingers in and in even deeper. “What, you want more? Did you really want three to start with?”
He pulled out far enough to tease his pointer finger at Dan Heng’s puffy hole. It wasn’t as pink and used as he knew it could get- Dan Heng had a lot to go tonight- but it was cute nonetheless, clinging to his fingertips as it was, sharing the fragile flushed-red color of his embarrassed cheeks.
Those cheeks looked even better streaked in tears.
He’d been fingering Dan Heng fiercely with his unbandaged hand, but now he brought his gloved one over to pinch at his clit, playing with it idly while he worked on fitting three fingers inside of him.
The reaction from the additional stimulation was adorable. Dan Heng’s eyes flew open, the moisture of his lashline much more apparent while he tried to hold off tears from Ren thrusting fingers into him hard enough to rattle the railing he was tied to. His legs kicked and shook occasionally, little movements he couldn’t control, squirming and twisting as a sign of his growing overwhelm.
A sign he was close. Ren rubbed at his clit in quick circles. The hard little nub was one of the cutest parts about him- his pathetic little dick, the spot he fell apart the quickest.
Just as Dan Heng’s stomach tightened and he clamped down around Ren’s fingers, Ren ripped both hands away, and watched as Dan Heng gasped and bucked up into the air like he couldn’t breathe.
“Nn- no-! Please,” he cried out breathlessly, and the first crystalline tear gathered at the corner of his eye and streaked down his cheek. “Ren- please…” his desperation and pleading wore off when the failed orgasm faded from him. It left him weak and shaking in his restraints, eyes closed once more, and lips parted as he panted sweet, quick inhales.
“That’s one.” Ren told him, catching the tip of his glove’s fingertip in his teeth and pulling it off. “How many more can you take, little dragon?”
Dan Heng took a second to register his words. When his breathing became more or less normal again and he opened his bright, clear eyes to glare at Ren, he bared his teeth, too.
“Fuck you. I… I was about to…”
“I know.” Ren cut him off, and hooked his dirtied fingers into Dan Heng’s lip, despite the way he reeled back with alarm. He prodded at the tight line of his teeth until Dan Heng opened up, then shoved two fingers so far back into his mouth Dan Heng’s eyelids fluttered and he made a wet gagging sound. “I know your body better than you do.” He said it with pride, the arrogance of a bygone lifetime. “Easy.” He reminded him in a harsh whisper, and Dan Heng’s hips bucked off their own accord before Ren wrenched his fingers out and spread the mess they’d gathered all over Dan Heng’s lips.
He hadn’t kissed him yet, so they were slightly pale, but Ren made sure to rub his own slick and spit hard into them and at his gumline. It would have been better, Ren lamented, to rub their come into his mouth instead, but Dan Heng had a long way to go.
Ren, however- he could spare one climax for the benefit of his perversions.
“You’ve gotten off from your tits before,” Ren told him in reminder, fully removing himself from his mouth in favor of rolling the hem of Dan Heng’s shirt up, all the way under his armpits, exposing two pathetic breasts too small to fit into any girl’s bra, no matter how little the cups were. “That’ll be two.”
“I don’t-” Dan Heng was licking the inside of his mouth and his lips, and it wasn’t clear if he was savoring the flavor or trying to get rid of it. “I don’t know if I can do that again,”
“You will.” Ren said easily, flicking one exposed nipple just to hear Dan Heng’s affronted gasp and see the cute glare he thought meant something to Ren (beyond making his cock throb). “I’m not giving you a choice.”
“You only ever get me off how you want to,” Dan Heng said with a lightly seething pout. As if he ever had the face to verbalize what he wanted- knowing Ren would immediately turn it on him and call him a whore for it.
“I’m being thoughtful.” Ren sat up on his knees and massaged his bulge with the heel of his palm. “You hardly have to do anything but sit there and look pathetic- which you’re quite adept at.” He nearly salivated watching Dan Heng’s bullied little expression while Ren teased himself in front of him, getting ready to debauch him even more.
“Are you going to make me,” Dan Heng swallowed. “In… in my mouth?” He wasn’t making eye contact, which probably meant he really wanted that, but refused to say.
Naturally, that meant Ren could absolutely not do that. He smirked again and unzipped his pants to pull out his cock- big enough to make up more than a handful, and big enough to fill Dan Heng’s throat deep enough to make it bulge. It filled out his stomach and womb quite nicely too, Ren’s favorite view of Dan Heng was face-up in bed, eyes wide with horror and arousal while Ren outlined the shape of his cock inside of his stomach.
But that would be too quick, and too much what Dan Heng liked. Dan Heng didn’t particularly like it when Ren played with his chest, so that was exactly what he was going to do.
He made a show of stroking himself and bringing his hips forward enough to drag the wet tip over Dan Heng’s pink nipple, wetting it with precum and making him shiver and look a bit horrified with himself for how it clearly felt stimulating enough to enjoy.
“Wouldn’t you like that.” He muttered. “You love choking on it, don’t you.”
“Stop talking,” Dan Heng begged him, still shuddering and shivering while Ren decorated his chest with smears of sticky fluid. “Stop it.”
“I can say worse things, if you’d like,” Ren offered, letting Dan Heng’s ashamed, teary expression, his pretty flushed cheeks and the color of his lips and tongue inside fuel each stroke of his cock. “Maybe you want me to talk about him instead? Would it hurt less knowing he wanted this, so you don’t have to? It’s already been set into motion. Your body wants me without you having to do a thing.”
Dan Heng’s chest tightened and his stomach jumped as he tensed every part of his body. His expression turned from miserably aroused to plain miserable- he didn’t want to hear about their past. “Stop it.” He said again, shaky. “Stop. Stop. This is supposed to feel good.”
It was. It should have. Ren had started this intending for it to feel good- he did love Dan Heng, as much as that love also felt like a carving-out of his insides, and he knew from memory that love was supposed to feel okay.
But looking at Dan Heng with tears in his eyes and a misery painted into the downturned pout of his lips stoked this hunger inside of him that wanted to press until something broke.
He couldn’t be good.
He’d forgotten how.
“You’re telling me it doesn’t feel good?” Ren tilted his head to the side. He could feel how his expression had changed. It was becoming colder, crueler. “The wetness of your cunt tells me otherwise. As does the way your heart is racing for me.”
He groped at one of Dan Heng’s tits, squeezing and molding the handful to his palm, watching Dan Heng gasp and squirm. “Hah. Dan Feng was even flatter than you.” He commented, leaving his fingerprints everywhere he could. “Isn’t that strange? You reincarnated even more like a girl than he did,”
At that, Dan Heng flinched, so Ren was quick to pinch at his nipple to interlace whatever he felt with arousal, with undeniable pleasure. Dan Heng made a surprised, breathy noise, eyes widening as he looked at Ren like cornered prey. Ren did it again, and cherished the repetition in sound.
“Even now, if you wanted to, you could escape.” He pointed out. “I knew his strength. I know yours. You like it.”
“Not when you’re being like this,” Dan Heng gasped out, and Ren leaned down to prove him wrong.
He latched his lips around one of Dan Heng’s pert nipples and sucked. The convulsions that wracked his small body told Ren he was close, nearly coming, just from that. Doubling down, he released his dick to play with the neglected nipple, pinching it hard and flicking at it until Dan Heng’s body arched into his mouth, into the heat consuming him-
So Ren pulled off and watched him shatter without falling apart.
“Fuck- ah! Please! I can’t- I can’t do more, please- I need to- please,”
“Two.” Ren said, panting a bit himself from sucking the life out of Dan Heng’s tit. “How many more do you have in you?”
Tears streaked down Dan Heng’s face. His expression was all scrunched up, but his mouth was open, and Ren really wanted to shove his dick inside of it, but knowing Dan Heng would have liked that made him go for another option.
He looked down at his still-splayed legs, at his soaked pussy, so wet his hair was dark and saturated with slick, and decided he couldn’t give him that pleasure either.
“Stop crying.” Ren dipped his fingers between Dan Heng’s legs to coat them in fluid. In his oversensitive state he twitched from the scraping touch to his clit and hole, hips jumping and cries picking up in octave, but Ren ignored him to shove those fingers further below and into his ass.
That got Dan Heng’s eyes open and attention fixed on Ren.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t fucked his ass before, he liked to be mean like that, but Dan Heng clearly wasn’t expecting it today. He whined and put up an irritating fuss as Ren prepped him, likely just too overwhelmed by his two failed orgasms- but Ren felt no empathy for his woes. He liked it when Dan Heng was at an apex of both misery and pleasure.
“After three, you can come.” He said, lifting Dan Heng under the ass, taking his entire weight into his hands and making Dan Heng lean heavily on his tied wrists. Dan Heng yelped as the pressure shifted onto his hands, but there was something in his form that trusted Ren- he leaned into his hands just as much as his own body. “If you beg, I’ll let you come with my cock in your womb.” He angled himself, pressing the tip of his cock to Dan Heng’s hole.
“S-so generous of you,” Dan Heng gritted, and Ren dropped him onto his dick.
The cry he let out was like music. His back arched in a severe stretch and his entire body tightened around Ren, but it felt like coming home. It felt like this was right where Ren was meant to be.
It was the next best thing to peeling the skin away from his chest, from digging past his ribs and settling next to his beating heart. It wasn’t as warm as being coated in Dan Heng’s blood, thick and tasting of petrichor and iron nails, but it made Ren’s whole body shiver in a heat that before reuniting with Dan Heng in this shape and form, he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He clutched Dan Heng close, nestling his head to his collarbones and pressing his lips into the hollow of his throat to feel his rabbiting pulse. His hands spanned his arched back and felt every notch of his spine, up and down, and settling back on his hips, where he knew within lay the useless atrophy of a womb Dan Feng had never been able to fill.
There was sudden guilt. Dan Heng wasn’t crying anymore, just panting, and the absence of his misery struck Ren with the horror of causing him harm in the first place.
He couldn’t apologize with words, so he held him close, pressed his face into him, and hoped that like their love transcended the generation shift of Dan Feng’s forced exuviation, the magnitude of his feelings could osmose through Dan Heng’s soft and bullied skin and reach the heart whose beat twinned with Ren’s.
“How does it feel?” He asked, shades softer than the first time he’d asked that question.
Dan Heng’s voice was small but rich with feeling. “It’s a lot.” He panted. “It doesn’t hurt.”
Ren held that for a moment. He could make it hurt. He wanted to make it hurt.
“Good.” Ren straightened up and gripped his hips tightly, pulling him up enough that his hole clung tightly just to Ren’s tip, and thrust up into him, making Dan Heng gasp and roll his hips to meet him.
Ren’s lips parted to speak again, and the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to say good things, kind things, but he didn’t know how to form them. He thrust up again even harder, frustration and his feelings melting into the way he fucked Dan Heng until he was drooling.
He couldn’t see his cock through his stomach, but one hand pressed there anyway, holding him firmly and using him like a toy, bouncing him on his cock but mindful now not to bully him too hard, not to push his overstimulated tears into upset. As much as he liked to see him cry, he had liked to see Dan Feng cry, too, but only when he was too overwhelmed by pleasure to do anything else.
He had never hurt Dan Feng like he hurt Dan Heng.
“Three.” Ren panted, still bucking into his tight, clinging hole. “This is three.”
“I can’t,” Dan Heng shook his head, drawing his cheek to his arm, hiding from Ren. “I can’t,”
Ren leaned forward, hips stuttering to a pause so he could capture Dan Heng’s lips in a kiss. It was wet and made Dan Heng squirm, squeezing around Ren’s cock and making the man groan and grip his middle tighter.
“One more.” Ren said against him. “Be good.”
Dan Heng sobbed softly into his lips. Ren tasted salt. He almost wanted to pull away- he almost wanted to bite until he tasted blood.
“I’ll be good.” Dan Heng rasped after a moment, and Ren felt his stomach tighten with intense arousal. He almost broke. He almost came inside of Dan Heng’s ass and ruined his plans for both of them. He had to bite his own lower lip to hold off, body pulsing heavily as if he’d overexerted himself, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
“Dan Heng,” was all he said, panting until he felt safe enough to move again. “ Dan Heng.”
When he did start fucking him once more, he took his hand off of his stomach and moved to prod at his cunt. Dan Heng’s back arched again, and, taking it as a sign of enjoyment, Ren slipped two fingers inside of him.
He tightened up beautifully again, just as Ren had bucked his hips up into his ass.
Maybe there was pleasure to be taken from Dan Heng’s bliss, not solely from his misery. Ren could not say he didn’t like to see him upset, but he could see, now, some of what Yingxing had seen in Dan Feng when he twisted and cried out in bed, coming over and over again with his thighs trapping Yingxing’s mouth against his cunt.
He fingered him messily, thumb circling his clit and providing pressure when Dan Heng keened and clenched up, riding a particularly strong wave of pleasure.
“Close?” Ren asked him, hips stuttering up and making Dan Heng jolt and moan, unable to answer for a moment. He knew he was, he could read him so easily, but he wanted to hear him say it, or struggle to through his moans and cries.
“P-please, Ren,” Dan Heng begged. His feet were kicking each time Ren thrust his fingers up into his sensitive walls. It was adorable. He was drooling, too, his own spit and Ren’s running down the side of his mouth, slack and open and kissable.
So Ren kissed him again, and brought his fingers up in one more stroke, and then pulled out entirely.
Dan Heng’s rear hit the ground a little hard when Ren dropped him off of his cock. He watched, sadism satisfied, as tears sprung to his already wet eyes again and he looked up at Ren in betrayal and pouty dismay.
This ruined orgasm wasn’t as spectacular as the first two- perhaps it hadn’t been as intense, or he had seen it coming- but anything out of Dan Heng was perfect to him.
“Three.” Ren rasped, closing a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing to try and ward off his end before Dan Heng came, first. “Three. Good boy.”
Dan Heng’s reddened eyes glared at him, lips twisted into a downward pout, but like Ren, his anger always subsided.
“I…” Dan Heng spoke softly, brokenly. “I r-really want to cum, please…”
Ren watched him for a moment longer, stroking his hand upwards, truly unable to help indulging in Dan Heng’s miserable, pathetic expression and tone.
“Okay.”
He let go of himself and grabbed ahold of Dan Heng’s hips, yanking him forward until he was once again pulling against his tied wrists, straining with a stretch that would bother him for a few days after.
“Ah- R-Ren,” Dan Heng blushed fiercely as Ren pushed his thighs open again and lay so his face was inches from his puffy, pink cunt, soaked and dripping with clear slick.
“Come this time.” Ren told him, then leaned in to lick a broad stripe up from his hole to his clit, gathering as much fluid in his mouth as he could and hungrily swallowing it down with a growling purr of pleasure. Dan Heng’s anatomy didn’t differ too much in this form from the standard human, but he leaked a lot, much to Ren’s enjoyment. It made sex easy- and it sated his appetite for the scent and taste of Dan Heng to fill him up and overwhelm him entirely.
He drank directly from the source, forcing his tongue into Dan Heng’s hole to lick his insides and his walls, pushing as deep as he could, so that his whole face was smushed into his crotch.
He could hear the metal railing creaking and Dan Heng’s body jolting- he was sure he was trying hard to fight the ropes, to grab handfuls of Ren’s hair and ride his face until he squirted.
Ren would get him there- he just had to be good and give up control.
Once he’d taken his fill of his hole, he dragged his tongue up again to toy with his clit. He suckled at the hardened nub, gentler than how he’d tongue-fucked him, and tried to nuzzle at his mound at the same time. His movements were all rather degenerate and hungry, and he had to steal a few glances up to catch glimpses of Dan Heng’s red cheeks as he moaned and squirmed, his face twisted up into pure pleasure. He hummed, pleased and content with himself for being capable of both the cruelty they both enjoyed and this warm sort of kindness- and that was too much for Dan Heng.
He squirted hard, thighs squeezed around Ren’s head. Ren tried to swallow down his slick, but he was starting to feel breathless and dizzy, and most of the mess splashed onto his face rather than landed in his mouth. He couldn’t angle differently or move away- Dan Heng’s hold on him was iron-tight. He didn’t mind. He would gladly suffocate here- it was a good place to die, and a great place to revive once more.
But Dan Heng released him all at one, collapsing and going limp, strings cut. He was twitching and panting rapidly, cunt still drooling slightly in a pathetic puddle underneath him.
Ren coughed, trying to catch his breath, overwhelmed with taste. His mouth felt coated in Dan Heng. It was disgusting. He felt a little obsessed.
“Ren,” Dan Heng’s trembling voice came from above. It was so shaky, it was clear he was riding out his orgasm still, but had managed to find his words to check-in. “Are you- okay?”
Ren swallowed, licked his coated lips, and drew himself up. His mouth and nose were shiny and wet. “Did you piss yourself?” He asked, smearing his fingers through the slick beneath Dan Heng and lifting up two dripping fingers.
Dan Heng stared at him, his breathing evening out. His head fell, his chin hit his chest, and he exhaled heavily.
“God, I thought you were choking to death.”
“Hm.” Ren played with the texture between his fingers, waiting for Dan Heng to fully come down on his own. When he was breathing well and not shaking so hard, Ren straightened his shoulders and shuffled forward. “My turn.”
Dan Heng jerked heavily- the post-edging, post-orgasm exhaustion seeming to leave him instantly. “No! I’m too sensitive. Whatever you want to do-”
“Just the tip.” Ren mumbled, not really caring what Dan Heng did or didn’t want. This little session of theirs and a near unconsciousness had taken energy out of him, too. He positioned his cock at Dan Heng’s soaked entrance, guiding himself an inch or two in. He’d been holding off this entire time, and his dick was almost hurting with the self-control and denial. Dan Heng could let him have just this, really.
He squeaked pathetically as Ren thrust shallowly in and out a few times- maybe a little further than just the tip, but not fully fucking him, really. A mercy.
“Won’t take long,” he reassured in a mutter, fixated hungrily on the pink pussy stretched around his dick. He pumped with his hand what didn’t fit in his cunt and recalled Dan Heng’s bleary, sobbing face each time he denied him- and came quickly inside of him.
He pushed close to ensure nothing went to waste. He still didn’t push in all the way, but the feeling of being filled up was enough to make Dan Heng start to cry again, overwhelmed and overstimulated. And maybe enjoying it. Maybe liking it more than he should.
Ren licked tears off of his face and softened inside of him, a heavy satisfaction settling into his shoulders and leaking down into his chest.
They sat quietly for a while. Dan Heng’s hands were surely losing feeling- but he didn’t say anything, so Ren didn’t ask, thinking about the rope burn he’d have when he let him loose, and how cute Dan Heng would look when Ren squeezed his huge hand around one tender wrist.
“Let’s go to bed.” Dan Heng said after a length of silence. Ren made him wait a length more before he was willing to sit up and pull out. He reached, finally, for his hands, which had gone limp, and poked his palms to make sure he hadn’t completely lost circulation before untying him.
The rope burn he had hoped for was there as expected. Dan Heng hissed when Ren brought his freed hands down, staring at them much too happily.
“Let me clean you up.” Ren said, still staring down, Dan Heng’s small hands cupped in his, curled up and battered red. Ren closed his hands, obscuring Dan Heng’s completely. It felt like a prayer. Hands clasped together.
“Okay.” Dan Heng agreed, and Ren got to work.
The cruelty inside of him slept. It would not slumber forever- he’d always love to make Dan Heng cry. But he wanted to see him happy, too.
He wanted to be good to him, too.