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Down a dim alleyway in the backstreets of the Dovebrook District, two shadowed figures were hidden behind the grandeur of the Synwish Tower. Away from the neon lights and the bustle of streets, the air carried a lingering stench of alcohol and earthy scent from the river. Sounds of drunken passerbys and Masked Fools members echoed along the musty concrete. Dan Heng stood over Sunday, who braced himself against a nearby wall. Fugue had left moments after General Yao Guang disappeared into thin air, the Foxian needed to report back to the other Xianzhou envoys. After having the Mask slammed onto his face, Sunday had been faring an overbearing headache. The perpetrator, that mysterious and unpredictable General, had promised Sunday an explanation, yet she was no where to be found now.
“Are you alright Sunday? We should head back to the Express.”
“No…ah! It’s so loud…”
Endless voices flooded Sunday’s mind, his Harmony was out of tune. Playing an erratic cacophony of frenzied words and grating sounds. He had never felt this out of control of his power before, as if the entire population of Planarcadia was cramming its thoughts into his head.
Was this a side of effect of the Mask? Sunday thought, before another crash of unintelligible voices like fingernails scratching on a blackboard infiltrated him.
He couldn’t think. Brain muddled, no coherent thought or word could be formed. Sunday could only look at Dan Heng’s worried expression.
A hurricane of foreign emotions and thoughts that did not belong to him was consuming Sunday whole.
Dan Heng bit his lip between his teeth as he watched the tormented form of the Halovian. With no knowledge of what was causing Sunday’s agony, Dan Heng felt helpless. Suddenly, the familiar woozy vision of Harmony appeared before him. Dan Heng recognised Sunday’s ability, realising it was potentially the source of the other’s pain. The Mask must have contaminated it somehow.
Taking in a deep breath and focusing on this connection, Dan Heng directed his mind to communicate with Sunday.
Breathe in, and out. Sunday, I’m here with you.
Amidst the hellish soundscape, Sunday recognised the timbre of Dan Heng’s calming voice. He tried his hardest to grasp that familiar comfort.
You’re going to be ok Sunday, just breathe with me.
A steady palm smoothed down the crumpled fabric on Sunday’s back, Dan Heng’s voice and presence was steadily guiding the Halovian back to reality. Following along to the shapeless form of Dan Heng’s lull, the other voices quietened a fraction. Sunday pulled his body into action and faced the other’s concern face.
“Thank..you…”, Sunday stuttered, he was still reeling from the overwhelming effects of the Mask’s power. “Please…can we go somewhere quiet?”
Dan Heng nodded, he hauled Sunday’s arm around his shoulder and took most of his limp weight. Looking around the unfamiliar streets and buildings, Dan Heng was at a loss. The Express was too far away, the other members were unresponsive in the group chat - they were alone.
Taking a quick scan of his surroundings, Dan Heng was able to identify a hotel sign two blocks down. He decided that a temporary stop there would be suitable to help them regroup. It was not a good idea to linger here any longer. Too close to the syndicate and uncertain dangers that lied beneath the surface the planet’s Elation. Sunday stayed silent during the trek towards the hotel, Dan Heng kept repeating soothing words in his mind as it seemed to help calm the other down. The Halovian’s face was pale, a sheen of sweat formed over his face - but luckily he did not seem to be as distraught as earlier on. Finally reaching the electronic doors of their destination, Dan Heng moved them towards the imagenae receptionist behind the front desk.
“Good evening! Welcome welcome! What can I help you with?” The sharp tone of the smiling receptionist sliced through the momentary break in the storm of Sunday’s mind. He wailed in pain as another rush of unwanted thoughts attacked his fragile mind.
“A room, in the quietest location you have please.” Noticing that Sunday was becoming restless again, Dan Heng urgently passed over his card to the receptionist.
“Right on it Sir! We take privacy very seriously here!” Swiping an unknown amount of the machine, Dan Heng’s card and a room key was passed back over the counter. “Seventh floor, elevator to your right! Hope you two have a pleasurable evening! Oh and please leave us a fiver-star review if you enjoyed your stay!”
With no mind paid to the receptionist’s odd words, Dan Heng dragged a groaning Sunday down the brightly coloured corridor. He hoped that the room’s interior would not be this garishly furnished. Sunday was half delirious at this point, he trusted Dan Heng to take them to safety but had no idea where they were. A soft beep was followed by the sound of a door being opened then closed.
The noises quietened. The pair had also stopped moving.
Dan Heng was struck by the sight of a large heart shaped bed that took up almost all the space in the room, pink led lights lined the walls and a metal pole stopped him in his tracks.
What in the world…
Sunday grumbled out a sound of pain and confusion, breaking Dan Heng’s stupor. He moved towards the strange bed and gently placed Sunday down on it, a pink velvety throw covered the mattress. Dan Heng watched as the bed dip and wobble weirdly under Sunday’s weight.
Oh?
Oh. It was a waterbed.
With Sunday momentarily settled, Dan Heng examined the room more closely. The waterbed, the tacky lights, the pole, the mirrored ceiling, the weird receptionist… The signs had been blaringly obvious, Dan Heng had taken them to a love hotel.
It could’ve been worse, was all Dan Heng could managed to come up with. And the room looked clean enough…he needed to stop that train of thought, stat.
Walking over to the room’s control screen, Dan Heng looked for a way to turn off the led lights. He thought a darker space would help Sunday recover. The pink glow was also giving him a headache. Clicking onto the ‘Lights’ option, a page with a long list of options appeared.
‘Passionate’, ‘Sensual’, ‘Enticing’, ‘Intense’… The list went on, frustration was starting to build. Dan Heng looked back and forth between Sunday’s shivering figure and the screen before deciding to pick the least offensive sounding one - ‘Intimate’. Fortunately, the lights dimmed. A soft pinkish purple hue covered the room, gentler on the eyes than when they first entered.
Moving towards the shelf by the door, Dan Heng blushed as his hand reached over the abundant display of condoms and lube to grab a bottle of water. Double checking that it was just normal water, not some sex hotel specialised water, he uncapped it and brought it to the bed.
He gathered up the numerous heart shaped pillowed and propped them against the curved edge of the bed’s headboard, Dan Heng gently manoeuvred Sunday to lean up against it. It was harder than expected, the waterbed bounced and bobbed at their every move. Feeling the unfamiliar movement, Sunday blinked his eyes open.
“Here, have some water. It might help.” Knowing that Sunday was too weak to drink himself, Dan Heng held the bottle to Sunday’s cracked lips. He had been biting them unknowingly. Making sure that the other was aware of what was happening, Dan Heng controlled a slow stream of cool liquid to flow past Sunday’s lips.
Some colour had returned to the Halovian’s face, he was no longer looking like a ghost. Was he feeling better? Or was it just the lighting of the room? Dan Heng lost focus as he stared at Sunday’s features. Long grey lashes casted a shadow against the soft cheeks, eyes half lidded and a mouth that formed an ‘o’ around the bottle. Hand wavering without him realising, some water had dropped down Sunday’s chin - dampening his neck and shirt collar.
“Shit, sorry.” Dan Heng moved awkwardly off the bed and retrieved a few tissues to tap against Sunday’s wet skin.
It’s alright Dan Heng.
Sunday was speaking to him without using his voice. Mustering up a weak smile of gratitude, Sunday nestled deeper into the plush cushions. Dan Heng brushed Sunday’s tussled bangs away from his face, then spoke back without sound - how are you feeling now?
Awful…but better. It’s quiet here. I can only hear you.
A moment without words passed between the two, the rush of adrenaline from the eventful evening finally waning down. Glimmering golden eyes glanced around the interior of this temporary pit stop.
Did you bring me to a love hotel?
Dan Heng coughed, he hid his face behind a closed fist and said out loud, “I had not realised that this was that sort of establishment.” The black haired man turned away, as if he could somehow hide from the all seeing powers of Sunday’s Harmony.
Hmm… regardless, being away from the crowd has certainly helped me regain some sense. The Mask had somehow amplified my Harmony, with some more practice I think I can attune it to any one of the planet, regardless of distance.
A soft hand reached for Dan Heng, pulling him down onto the inviting bed. The water sloshed, the texture attuned to Dan Heng’s Cloud Hymn, magnetic.
The two now faced each other, still conversing without a sound.
It has also allowed me to see more…like your thoughts now. More than just words, I can see a blurry mirage like looking at a reflection through a fogged up mirror.
Oh? What do you see?
That you are curious…tell me Dan Heng, have you ever fucked on a waterbed before?
Sunday was always bolder and blunter with his words when using this telepathic ability of his Harmony to communicate. It was both a blessing and a curse. Accompanied by the playful look Sunday shot at him, Dan Heng’s mind raced with even more unspeakable fantasies.
Alas, no deception can fare when Sunday’s ability is at work, Dan Heng has been well trained to accept this fact. In return, the Halovian have always reciprocated in truthfulness. Sunday continued, since we’ve got nowhere else to go, why don’t we act upon these little scenarios floating around your head?
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“Open your eyes Sunday…watch yourself. Look at how beautiful you are.”
Unwilling blinking open his bleary eyes, Sunday stared at the reflection of their bodies on the ceiling. The mirror left nothing to imagination.
Hips raised, legs folded over, Sunday was fully exposed to Dan Heng’s eagerness. The black haired man was supporting Sunday’s weight and fingering his hole. Squelching noises from the lube being spread by Dan Heng’s fingers sounded even louder when Sunday could see what was happening.
Dan Heng…please more…
Hearing Sunday’s plea, Dan Heng pulled out his fingers. He raised his head, making eye contact with the Halovian through the mirror before leaning down. Sunday could only watch helplessly as Dan Heng’s warm mouth closed around his hole, a soft tongue poking out and invading the sensitive walls.
“Ah!!” Unable to hold back, Sunday moaned out loud. His thighs threatened to close, somehow anticipating the move - Dan Heng pinched down on Sunday’s inner thighs and kept them open. Dan Heng was bold in his movements, tongue persistently lapping and reaching as far as he could. Torn between the intense pleasure and mortification of the intimate act, Sunday whined and his head spun. Until Dan Heng’s voice sounded in his mind.
Hmm you taste so sweet…
“What?” Confused and overwhelmed by the sensations, Sunday frowned at Dan Heng’s words. Even with his mouth occupied, the black haired man would not cease his teasing.
The lube, it’s strawberry flavoured.
“Stop teasing and hurry up…” even just hearing the words had Sunday blush profusely, he covered his face with his wings.
Deeming that Sunday was loosened enough, Dan Heng pulled back and shifted the Halovian to lie on his side. He watched Sunday hide his face, but the unconscious lift his hips told Dan Heng the other was just as aroused as he was.
Embracing the other man, Dan Heng positioned himself behind Sunday’s form. He stroked a palm down the dips and curves of the pliant figure in front of him, reaching between toned thighs and slipped his dick between the wetness that had gathered there. Gently rutting backwards and forth, the momentum of the waterbed eased their movement into a steady rhythm. But the stimulation was clearly not enough, Sunday looked back at the man behind him and pulled his hand through short black hair to draw them into a kiss. Tongue clashed with teeth as the arousal became unbearable.
Dan Heng broke off the kiss and placed a gently hand around Sunday’s neck to turn his sight to the mirror above them again.
“Keep your eyes open and watch as I fuck you.”
The searing heat finally pushed in, Sunday shivered and gasped. Eyes rolling and jaw slack, he struggled to keep his eyes open. His vision was blurring, he could barely make out the outline of their bodies in the reflection. The hurried pace of Dan Heng’s thrusts made his eyes lose focus, with one hand around his throat and the other gripping his thigh to keep him close.
It was hard to control the movement of his hips on the undulating bed. Dan Heng felt like he was dragged into a torrent of waves, his Vidyadhara form appeared.
Sunday watched - gaze unwavering as the teal shaded horns and tail appeared in the mirror. Strong and cool to touch, Dan Heng’s tail wrapped around Sunday’s reddening thigh, freeing the hand to wrap around Sunday’s core instead. Nimble and callous fingers pinched at the unattended nipples that stood erect at the arousal coursing through Sunday’s body.
Dan Heng was engulfing him whole, he felt as if every inch of his body was being caressed and taken over by the Vidyadhara. Unable to hold back, Sunday’s orgasm crashed and hit him. Mouth agape but no sound came out as he whole body shuddered - electrified. Sunday’s neglected cock spluttered streaks of white against his abdomen and the pink blanket.
Without realising, his eyes had closed. Dan Heng had been watching Sunday’s visceral reaction, leaning in closely to whisper, even if he was not sure how much of it the other man would be able to comprehend.
“You closed your eyes…maybe this’ll help you follow orders.”
Sunday let out a pathetic shriek as Dan Heng flipped him on his back. The hardness stayed buried deep inside his oversensitive hole. He felt his leg being pulled wide, the scaled appendage keeping them in place. Strong fingers gather up his limp arms and kept them locked above his head.
I wonder if they have handcuffs…
“Dan Heng no, please! I’ll behave…I promise!”
The blacked haired man only smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting an inch. The thought had popped up unexpectedly, it was a coincidence that Sunday had somehow registered it.
The movement of Dan Heng’s body was intensified by the unstable bed, Sunday could only submit to the onslaught of pleasure. His head moving unwillingly, yet his eyes remained set on their reflection. The Halovian could see just how debauched and ruined he looked, belly painted with his spend and legs spread wide open. He was overwhelmed by shame of seeing such an erotic display, almost not recognising himself - so Sunday moved his gaze to focus on Dan Heng instead. The muscles of his shoulders and back tensed, the scales of his tail glimmered captivatingly in the lighting of the room. With all the other’s training, the size difference between them was obvious even if their heights were similar. Taught muscles flexed and pulled as Dan Heng moved persistently, feeling every inch of Sunday’s tender insides. Sunday loved feeling the difference in their bodies, especially in bed when no garments covered Dan Heng’s toned form.
Dan Heng watched his partner’s blown pupils, sensing they were again losing focus he reached his hand to stroke reassuringly at Sunday’s jaw. A thumb smoothed up and down the soft skin, before the palm moved to the tender column of the Halovian’s throat again. Not quite putting on any pressure yet, just as both an anchor and a reminder. Dan Heng never considered himself rough or possessive in bed, but the rush of adrenaline that came from Sunday’s obedience was making him reconsider. The other enjoyed this sort of play, goading and enticing Dan Heng to overpower him. Ever since he became intimate with the Halovian, a new part of himself had been awoken - like the evil dragon that laid asleep deep in the mountains before a thief came and disturbed his rest. Dan Heng now sought after the powerful and heady feeling of taking control and displaying his strength, revelling in the way that he can make Sunday feel insurmountable pleasure.
Despite Sunday never admitting out loud, Dan Heng knew the other enjoyed this as much as he did - especially when Sunday began to float. Eyes watery and cheeks red, Sunday looked up pleadingly at Dan Heng.
Do it…take my breath away, Dan Heng.
The response was imminent, the pressure increased, Sunday felt the delicious and addictive sensation of having his oxygen restricted. He saw how delicate and breakable he looked underneath Dan Heng in the mirror, how the other’s hand could easily wrap around his neck.
As careful and attentive as he always was, the Vidyadhara monitored Sunday’s pulse at his wrists, always limiting the pressure he applied to something manageable.
“You’re perfect Sunday, I can feel your heart pound and exactly how I’m taking you apart.”
No longer able to control his movements, Dan Heng hit deeper and deeper inside. With every single thrust aimed at Sunday’s prostate, he could only squeeze his insides tightly at the unbearable pleasure. The waterbed rippled, destabilising Dan Heng - he quickly took his hands off Sunday as he fell forwards, elbows barely catching him in time. The movement pushed his cock impossibly deeper, feeling himself begin to unravel, Dan Heng captured Sunday into an urgent kiss before spilling inside. Sticky ropes of hot liquid stuffed Sunday’s inside, he could almost taste it in the back of his throat.
The bed still wobbled beneath them, shifting the cock inside - Sunday felt another organs roll over him, despite feeling like the last one never ended.
Hot puffs of air filled the space between them, both reeling from the intensities of their release. Dan Heng placed a gentle kiss on Sunday’s forehead, moving to sit back up before being stopped by Sunday’s legs wrapping around his waist.
Can we stay like this for a bit longer…
Of course, are you feeling alright?
Dan Heng turned them sideways facing each other, then wrapped Sunday into a tight embrace. Their legs were entangled, Sunday tucked his head onto the juncture between Dan Heng’s shoulder and neck, he felt satiated by the other’s comforting presence and shared intimacy.
Better…I think I’m going to fall asleep.
We need to get you cleaned up.
No response came from Sunday, spoken or unspoken. Dan Heng sighed as he looked at the sleeping man in his arms. Dan Heng knew Sunday would definitely complain about the mess when he woke up, but that is a problem for later.
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“What are you writing Dan Heng?”
”Just a review for the hotel.”
”?”