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Caelus allows a stumped sob to escape his throat as his computer monitor presents him with the cursed red letters surrounded by flames indicating his team's DEFEAT, the accompanying jingle of misery reaching his ears.
"Just one more..." Through gritted teeth, he moves his cursor over to the queue button, ready to get into the next game, one that would most assuredly undoubtedly certainly get him out of this losing streak...
But he catches his phone screen lighting up out of the corner of his eyes right as he's about to commit to another match, and just like that, his sanity (if existent) is preserved. For now, at least.
And so he immediately ditches his mouse to pick his phone off of his desk instead, any and all gamer tilt fading away the second he spots Dan Heng's name crowning the new message's notification.
Are you free? Can I come up?
Caelus feels giddy despite himself, his fingers typing his reply faster than he'd hit his ultimate coming off of cooldown.
Yes pls
You don't need to ask you don't even need to knock
Okay, thirsty. Calm down.
Thanks. I'll be there in a minute.
Caelus jumps off of his chair to run to the bathroom, quickly washing his face and tousling his hair and brushing his teeth in an attempt to speedrun being a cute boy rather than a stinky gamer who hadn't moved in six hours.
And of course, because he had literally just told Dan Heng not to knock, he hears the door to his room slide open while his toothbrush's still in his mouth.
Thankfully, he overhears Dan Heng talking, or rather, meowing with someone, soon understanding that Trash Cake could not only keep his desk clean of emptied energy drink cans, but also serve as a mighty fine wingmate and decoy while Caelus finishes getting ready to greet his friend/crush.
"Hey." Caelus walks out of his bathroom, Trash Cake allowing Dan Heng to give them one last chin scritch before escaping the room to go nibble on Sunday's wings explore the Party Car.
"Hi." Dan Heng smiles up at him from his crouching position and Caelus instantly understands what it means to feel one's heart melt.
Only melting apparently doesn't stop it from beating erratically as he wonders if he should do something as Dan Heng stands up, their undiscussed but undeniably steamy relationship status combined to the domesticity of living together on the Express making Caelus wonder if it'd be weird to go in for the skinship he's craving, or weirder still to just stand there and do jack shit.
Well.
In overthinking this, Caelus does end up standing there motionlessly, so regardless of how odd it might be... It sure is what happens.
But seeing as he soon notices a decently large bundle of mystery occupying Dan Heng's arms, he thanks himself for not going in for a hug or anything that would have been similarly incredibly awkward if Dan Heng's occupied arms couldn't have returned it.
"Whatchu got there?" Caelus' prompt question makes Dan Heng's eyes drift away from his face and down towards the package. Surely he hadn't been staring at Caelus' mouth with the same kind of uncertainty regarding intimate greetings... Right?
"It's why I wanted to see you." Dan Heng's words sound honest, but meek — Therefore wonderfully easy to tease.
"Damn. Thought you were here to see my handsome face."
"That's a given. I always want to see your handsome face."
Ugh. This stupid sexy UNO-reversing heartthrob.
"In any case... It's... Something of a gift. For you."
"Shit, did I forget my birthday!?" Caelus jokes in a weak attempt at hiding the growing saturation in his cheeks.
"No. It hasn't been three system years since we picked you up from the Space Station quite yet." Dan Heng smiles as he says so, walking them to the couch beside Caelus' computer desk.
Caelus hurriedly closes his MOBA game's client and puts his three monitors to sleep (lest they feel observed by the splash art of his main gracing his desktop wallpaper) before joining Dan Heng.
"It might not be your birthday, but... The Xianzhou is welcoming in a new year." Dan Heng hands Caelus the bundle, a slightly awkward look painted on his face.
Caelus can't quite figure out if said awkwardness is born from the gift-giving, or from Dan Heng's steady attempts at reconciling himself with a culture he should have grown up with... Rather than grown up isolated from, within the walls of its prison.
"You can open it. Take a seat."
"Okay, yeah." Caelus is kind of befuddled, flustered, sitting his ass down on the couch with the wrapped present in his lap.
Getting gifts from friends and acquaintances is one thing, but Dan Heng had given him so much, too much already. Thousands of years that could never be packaged this neatly.
But he's looking down at him so expectantly, the tiniest hint of nervousness in how his fingers dig a little too deep into the fabric at his elbows as he crosses his arms, and Caelus starts unwrapping the gift to spare Dan Heng's jacket from irreparable creasing damage.
Red accents and gold embroidery greet him, a dragon gracing black fabric. Caelus picks the piece of clothing up and unfolds it, quickly recognizing it as a jacket that follows a pattern similar to that of his usual trailblazing attire — Except it showcases a wide variety of fabrics and textures that differ from the black and yellow he had stuck with all this time.
Caelus' wide-eyed confusion must have been obvious, because Dan Heng's voice soon cuts through his overwhelmed haze, explaining the reasoning behind the gift.
"The Xianzhou has long held the tradition of welcoming each new year with fresh attire and renewed hopes." Dan Heng wears a shy smile when Caelus looks up at him, and his following words sound rehearsed, yet sincere — As if they would permanently etch into Caelus' fate. "May the coming year bring you health without harm, friends without ills, and heaven's favor in all things."
"You know it's hell that's got my back, though."
"Uh-huh." Dan Heng dismisses Caelus' statement and ensuing snickers with a shake of his head, taking the jacket in his hands so Caelus can continue exploring the bundle.
Various accessories, embroidered pants and a white shirt greet him, the gift even including an alternative to his usual inner garment.
The cherry on top of the sundae, or at the bottom of the package, as it were, is a carefully wrapped pair of boots with red accents and carved brown leather.
"Wow... It must've been lots of work getting all of this together."
"Not at all. We've got a lot of allies in high and low places, happy to jump at the chance to do something for you."
And indeed, a handwritten note at the bottom of the bundle credits the various artisans of the Luofu and of the Zhuming who had contributed to crafting the outfit and its accessories.
On the topic of handwriting...
Caelus looks up at the jacket Dan Heng was holding for him, the gray gradient at the bottom end adorned with a piece of calligraphy and a red seal. "Think you forgot to credit someone on that note."
While he might be more used to seeing Dan Heng's work in the Pan-Galactic Common characters the IPC normalized around the cosmos from all the headers and titles he calligraphed into March's journal, he still recognizes his touch in the cursive script of the Xianzhou characters painted into the jacket.
"This is you, right?" Caelus grabs the hem of the jacket, admiring the curves of the characters.
Even if his Synesthesia Beacon can't parse their meaning for him, he still feels his chest squeeze at such an attention.
And the fact that it matches with Dan Heng's own trailblazing jackets, also.
"It is." Dan Heng looks down at him with a sweet smile, happy and seemingly unsurprised Caelus could tell. "Do you like it?"
"Yeah. I really do."
"There's some at the front, too." Dan Heng's eager voice flusters Caelus even more than the artistic touch does, turning the jacket over to show the piece and its seal decorating the left flap.
"It's super pretty, seriously."
"Then it'll suit you." Dan Heng's easy response makes Caelus snort, his entire brain begging him to vent out some of this overwhelming bashfulness with a joke or five.
"You're being too nice. These actually say 'I'm a goofball clown with -1000 aura', don't they?"
"Oh no. You caught me."
Caelus looks up at Dan Heng with the most offended gasp he could muster before returning to his mental puddle of emotion the moment he meets his beaming face.
"There's nothing about 'aura'. It's just my wishes for you." Dan Heng sets the jacket down on the back of the couch. "Something I hope can keep you safe if we're apart on the next world we'll trailblaze."
Caelus' eyes follow the jacket, looking at the dragon embroidered into the lapel.
Something to show that I belong to you even if we're apart on the next world we'll trailblaze.
That desperately horny fucking thought almost gets Caelus to grumble out loud from how down bad it is, resorting to examining the gloves and other accessories that completed the gift to try (and fail) to clear his flustered mind.
"Do you..." Dan Heng clears his throat, and his timidity would be obvious if Caelus wasn't so distracted by his own. "Do you want to try it on? March made sure we got your measurements right, but... Just in case. If you want to."
"Sure, yeah." Getting out of the hoodie he had gamer-sweat in would probably be for the best, anyways.
Let's just hope he didn't drink one Immortal's Delight too many and could still fit into whatever measurements his best friend had gathered...
Actually.
How in the fuck.
"Wait. When did she even get that... Is that what you guys do when you sleep over in my room!? Wait for me to fall asleep and measure my toes?!??"
"Your—" Dan Heng laughs, and Caelus' stomach somersaults from hearing such a sweet sound in response to his out of left field line of questioning. "Don't worry. We didn't need to know how long your toes are, specifically."
Whew. Now that's a relief.
"We only waited for you to fall asleep so we could measure each of your bones." Dan Heng's perfectly stoic face and dry tone to deliver such unsettling and hopefully made-up news makes Caelus burst out laughing.
"Stop! I'm highkey terrified now."
"Don't be. We do it out of love." Even in the context of a joke, hearing Dan Heng talk about love with a capital L gets Caelus' smiling face red. "But to answer your question, she already had the pattern for your trailblazing outfit from when she reinforced it for you."
Right. That makes more sense.
"...I can go down to the Party Car while you get changed, if you'd prefer."
"No, it's fine." Overwhelming affection is what got Caelus stalling — His ass sure was no secret between the two of them. "Won't be the first time you see me pants down."
"True." There's a tiny hint of pigment on Dan Heng's cheeks, and Caelus revels at it. "And I'm happy to not miss out on any opportunity to see you take your clothes off."
"Wow. Guess I'll get started, then." Caelus sets aside the pile of new clothes and accessories before standing up, utterly innocent in the way he turns away from Dan Heng to work on untying the cords keeping his pajama pants up.
It's totally all chaste and demure when he leans all the way down to get his pants off (ouch, his back, that's what he gets for sitting at his computer all day), thanking himself for wearing some tame, tight briefs for once when he turns to throw his pants on the couch and catches Dan Heng's eyes so obviously fixated on the back of his bared thighs.
Heh. Too easy.
Caelus gets to work on his hoodie next, slowly lifting the heavy orange fabric off his torso, but his tease seems to be making someone a little too impatient — Because he soon hears Dan Heng walk a few steps towards him, feels him at his back, larger hands helping him out of his clothes.
Getting stripped is one thing, but it's feeling Dan Heng's knuckle linger at his lower back before grazing up his spine that gets Caelus shivering, a touch this light more than enough to make him lose what little composure he had left. "Get any closer and I'll never want to put any clothes back on ever again."
The hot breath and gentle scoff that slips out of Dan Heng's lips warms Caelus' ear, broad chest just barely brushing against his shoulder blades with each inhale. "Sounds more like an invitation than a threat."
"C'mon. I want to try your gift on."
Caelus chews on his lower lip as he feels Dan Heng's hand reach for his hip, excited to edge him a little when he seems to want him this much — A bit of control to make up for how helpless Caelus feels under Dan Heng's attentions of a more gently romantic nature.
"How 'bout this. You help me put it on... And then you get to take it all off of me, too."
Dan Heng huffs in resignation when Caelus turns to face him, but seems to welcome the palm at his chest, taking a disciplined step back before covering Caelus' hand with his own.
Whatever earlier thought of control nearly fades when those gray eyes and their lingering flakes of gold look down at him, Dan Heng squeezing his hand a little, a smile as he nods.
Ahem.
Anyways.
Pants first.
May his ass cheeks get through, lest this heartfelt gift ends up dead in the water.
Dan Heng keeps their hands twined in a firm hold as Caelus moves to pick the pants off the couch, only letting go when he reaches for the red leather braid that would likely clip onto the familiar harness that accessorizes the pants.
The luxurious make of the fabric is obvious even to Caelus' undiscerning self, all fancy and soft as he lifts the pants up around his calves. The fact that the golden embroidery surrounding the bottom of his left leg mimics the design of Dan Heng's old gray pants is utterly not lost on him, either, and he has to convince himself that it's leaning down like this that gets his face all hot.
He stands to help the pants up his thighs, and it's a bit of a tight fit, but the material stretches just enough to be comfortable. The way the pants hug his legs seems to be welcome in any case, seeing as he's working on zipping himself up when he sees Dan Heng's hand move to his leg, his fingertips feeling the fabric before pressing down a little, just enough for Caelus to see the flesh of his thigh give under the touch.
"Do they feel good?" The words seem to struggle to find their way out of Dan Heng's throat, low and hoarse. His hand moves up the outseam until he can push his thumb into the waistband, just enough space for it to squeeze between the fabric and Caelus' love handles.
"Yeah." Caelus should probably try to touch his toes and jump around to give their tenacity a try before he ends up splitting his pants mid-trailblaze, but Dan Heng's touch and attention keeps him still after he finishes setting the fancy pressure buttons at his waist. "Do they look good?"
"They do. You do." Dan Heng seems to be reluctant to slip his finger out of Caelus' pants, but dutifully does so to get to work clipping the leather braid on, his hands hovering dangerously close to Caelus' crotch while he attaches the accessory.
Deep breaths. The fit doesn't account for any raging hard-ons. Let's try and keep it down a little longer.
"Turn around?" The request barely makes its way past Dan Heng's lips that Caelus heeds it, embarrassing little bitch obeying like he's got a treat dangling in front of him — And maybe he does, said treat of a man at his back again, clipping the other end of the leather strap to the rear of his pants.
With that task done, Dan Heng's hands are apparently free to rest at Caelus' waist, fingertips kneading half-moons into his skin, the hungry touch making Caelus feel impossibly good about himself...
But a little more validation never hurt anyone, right? Right.
"How's the cake looking?" Caelus looks over his shoulder, pleased to see Dan Heng take a step back to stare right at his ass.
"Perfect."
Dan Heng's fingers move down just enough to stroke the pants' waistband, and Caelus wishes he had the guts to let Dan Heng know that he's welcome to touch his ass, anytime, anywhere.
"Though I might still be tempted to spill a bit of icing on it later."
"Wait, you mean, like—"
Caelus bursts out laughing, covering his mouth and trying his best to not visualize those implications too hard before he ends up begging for it on all fours.
"You've gotten too good at this. I was expecting some unc 'what cake we let Trash Cake out of the room' answer."
"What can I say. I've learned a lot from you." Dan Heng takes a step forward to close some of the distance between them again. His hands remain at a polite height, but Caelus soon feels his breath at his nape, his chin resting on his shoulder.
The cuddle gets Caelus even hotter than the jizz joke did, pressing his palm over Dan Heng's right hand and guiding it up to his stomach, a proud grin visiting his lips when he immediately hears the rough inhale Dan Heng has to take in what feels like an attempt to restrain himself.
"Do you want me to help you with the shirt?" Dan Heng's simple question sounds so intimate when breathed against his ear, the tip of his fingers pressing into soft skin.
Caelus is nearly ready to skip out on his plan and fast-forward right into getting bent over, but Dan Heng's offer is just as tempting as the hint of growing bulges pressing into his ass. "Yeah. Sounds hot. I mean. Uh. Sounds good."
Dan Heng chuckles against his neck, his free hand squeezing Caelus' hip. "I think it's hot, too."
"See. My on-then-off plan is the stuff of geniuses." Caelus reaches for the white shirt resting on the couch while Dan Heng's hands stay glued to him.
"Mm. It just might be." Dan Heng finally lets go of him, if only to take the shirt out of his hands. "But I'm still looking forward to the 'off' part."
"Uh-huh. Clearly." Caelus rolls his hips back a little to justify his statement, but he's the one who ends up biting his lips when he feels Dan Heng's budding arousal grind into him.
It does something to Dan Heng, too, his eyes searing into Caelus' when he looks back at him, pretty lips parting in a quiet gasp.
Still, he remains compliant — Undoing the closures of the shirt before holding it up, inviting Caelus to slip his arms into the short sleeves.
Caelus does just so, happy to find that the shirt fits similarly to his old favorite, loose and low around his neck, his collarbones still a highlight.
Dan Heng doesn't ask first this time, grabbing Caelus' waist to make him turn around and face him. His hand then moves up to the base of Caelus' neck, intent eyes possibly staring at how the collar lands on him, but likely also ogling all of the skin still showing.
"It's loose enough for you to still wear your black undershirt if you'd want to."
"Yeah. It feels real nice."
"I'm glad." Dan Heng lets go of his neck and Caelus already misses his touch.
But it's for the best, seeing as Dan Heng reaches for the lower closure of the shirt, giving Caelus' stomach one last longing look before fastening that loop around a knot, then slowly moving his fingers up to the middle button.
His gaze drifts up from the task he seemed so focused on to meet with Caelus' eyes, who now feels the urge to look at his room's thermometer with how he instantly feels a billion degrees hotter. Caelus is pretty sure Dan Heng's wish for his good health is about to go up in literal flames with how his heart feels ready to implode and take the Stellaron along with it.
"I'll fucking die if you don't kiss me right now." Caelus hears himself talk before even processing the fact that this request would kill him dead even further, but it's clearly too late to backpedal with just how blindingly bright Dan Heng smiles at him in response.
"I better kiss you, then."
That enthusiastic response and sweet look gets Caelus way too excited, so the meeting of their lips is probably much sloppier than intended with how he immediately parts them in search of Dan Heng's tongue.
He doesn't even know which of them lets out the pleased little moan that gets muffled between their mouths, dazed by how good he feels when they exchange breaths like this.
Caelus wishes he knew how to make himself ask for it more often, hand reaching for the back of Dan Heng's head, fingers diving into his hair, keeping him close while his shirt's second button seems to come to a close.
The counterintuitiveness of the gesture makes him smile into their kiss, Dan Heng still focusing on the promised task while their mouths speak of how badly their bodies want to intertwine as their tongues do.
But instead of getting to work on the third closure, one of Dan Heng's hands instead slips within the fabric of the half-done-up shirt, resting his palm against Caelus' sternum.
Dan Heng's lips leave his, but any protest stops short in Caelus' throat when he immediately feels Dan Heng kiss his jaw instead. Clawing his fingers into black hair encouragingly, Caelus welcomes the attention, the fingertips kneading into his chest, the voice at his ear.
"Will you let me take you after?"
The fact that Dan Heng asks rather than assumes gets Caelus' guts burning, one kiss away from how about you take me right fucking now...
But the hand that slips out of his shirt before slowly, nearly mournfully bringing the loop and knot together to close his chest for business helps Caelus stick to his plan.
"Yeah. I'm expecting you to." Caelus' grin is met with a flushed smile, Dan Heng leaving one last quick kiss to his jaw before slipping out of Caelus' hold and taking a step back to admire his handiwork.
"This really suits you." Dan Heng's fingers trace over the now-closed frog buttons and tug at the fabric a little to see how it lands, Caelus' eyes following those pretty hands to look down at himself, feeling real cute from the compliment and the touches. "It wasn't folded long, but I'll still iron it for you."
"Thanks. Last time I went out in a crumpled shirt, March said I wasn't allowed to stand within six feet of her."
Dan Heng snickers, lifting one of his hands up to cover his mouth. "And knowing her, she was serious."
"Very serious."
"If it can make you feel better, know that I'd want to be within six inches of you no matter what you were wearing."
"Now you're just giving me some cursed ideas." Caelus sneers, if only because joking makes it a little easier to accept that he might deserve Dan Heng's unabashed affection. "I'll keep some of my silly hats on hand next time we're out on a date."
"I'll look forward to it." Dan Heng grabs Caelus' wrist to guide him towards the couch, where the rest of the gift still waits for them. "The date, at least. We'll see about the hats."
Caelus lets out a shy laugh, the prospect of a second proper date getting him excited, and nervous, both.
"Do you want to sit? I'll help you get your boots on."
"Damn. Making me feel like royalty or some shit. I could get used to this." Caelus tucks half of his shirt into his pants before dropping down on the couch.
Dan Heng's short laugh shows a bit of his embarrassment, as if this serves him more than it serves Caelus. He grabs the boots out of their separate packaging before kneeling down in front of Caelus.
Nevermind.
Caelus could never get used to this.
It's way too fucking hot, gets way too many nasty thoughts rushing into his mind — Too close, too easy to spread his legs and invite Dan Heng's face between them, fingers in his hair and cock in his mouth, shifting his eyes away before putting those thoughts into action.
Caelus grabs his new gloves instead, slipping the more simply designed one onto his left hand, but it's not long before he's distracted again.
He feels Dan Heng's fingers press into the back of his calf before lifting his leg up just enough to guide his foot into the first boot.
The gesture feels crazy intimate already, and nothing about the way Dan Heng's hands then move up his leg help in any way, the earlier contemplated-upon leg-spreading inevitable as fingertips tease his inner thigh.
"Dan Heng—" Caelus exhales harshly, looking down at him from the corner of his eyes. "I'm... You're going to make me so fucking hard."
Dan Heng looks up at him as he talks, then down between his legs, then up again, the slightest smile on his lips. "Sorry. You're just hard to resist."
Caelus scoffs, the simple joke cooling him off just enough to be able to get to work on his second glove, slipping it on before wrapping the red ribbon up his forearm.
He feels fingers knead into his other calf, caressing downwards until they grab his heel. Caelus' inspirational sock decorated with the letters I AM THE followed by a highly detailed illustration of a GOAT soon sinks into a second boot.
Caelus ties the ribbon above his elbow before putting his hand on Dan Heng's shoulder for support, helping himself up to feel out the boots.
"Walk around a little, see how they fit." Dan Heng soon stands up as well, sparing Caelus from any further dirty thoughts born from the sight of him down on his knees.
"Can't believe you're letting me walk around my room with shoes on." Caelus bounces on his heels a little before pacing along his desk, watching Dan Heng reach for his new jacket.
"Only because you haven't been out with them yet."
"Heh. Can't wait to wear them out though. They feel great."
"Good." Dan Heng meets Caelus near his gaming chair, holding up the new jacket, all of the golden patterns and accents combined to the vibrant red and Dan Heng's own calligraphy making Caelus go cross-eyed, still processing receiving such a grand, devoted gift.
He gives Dan Heng an embarrassed little smile before turning his back to him and letting himself be helped into the sleeves.
The jacket feels slightly heavier than his usual trailblazing wear, likely on account of the organic fibers used by the Xianzhou's artisans instead of the synthetic fabrics his old jacket was made from, but he could still move around just as easily in it, ready to swing his baseball bat and dance his little hat dance.
"Well?" Caelus slowly spins on himself in full penguin fashion, arms out and hobbled steps.
Dan Heng lets out a short huff that turns into a chuckle, eventually putting his hand on Caelus' hip to hold him in place. "Very handsome."
The straightforwardly simple compliment satisfies Caelus, grinning when both of his hands find their place on Dan Heng's waist.
"I'm just happy if you're happy about it."
"I'm happy. I love it." Caelus feels the fingers at his hip squeeze him a little while Dan Heng's unoccupied hand adjusts his jacket's embroidered lapel. "It's just... It's a lot, y'know?"
Dan Heng's earnest eyes look into his, the tiny, microscopic raise of his eyebrows saying that he does not, in fact, know — And Caelus tries stammering out more words before his dumbfuck ass manages to hurt someone he likes, hell, loves so fucking much.
"It's just. The dragons. And the orb. And the dragon holding the orb."
And your handwriting.
"Kinda feels like... Like you marked me or something, I dunno. Like saying that I belong to you."
"You don't belong to anyone. I know that."
"Sure, yeah, but. Isn't it kind of hot to say that I do...?"
Dan Heng lets slip the breath he seems to have been holding, a reassured chuckle in his throat. "It is."
The validation emboldens Caelus, moving his hands up to Dan Heng's chest. "How 'bout you take me like you said you would? You'll have to believe I'm yours when you're all up in me."
"Mm. Always such a way with words."
"Making fun of me, huh?" Caelus pretends to sulk, but the words, both his own daring ones and Dan Heng's tease, get him hot. "How would you say it?"
Dan Heng's hand slides up from the jacket to hold onto the side of Caelus' neck again, his thumb tracing along his jaw when he finds his answer. "I would say... That I'll try to believe you're mine when my body melds into yours."
"Okay, Scion of Permanent Hard-ons." Caelus has to joke because his face burns, his fingers at Dan Heng's chest growing hungry, as the rest of him does. "Better get started on the melding."
A quick nod is the only response he gets before Dan Heng's hands move down to the back of his thighs, squeezing right below his ass before lifting Caelus up, making him spout startled gibberish while he holds onto Dan Heng for dear life.
Caelus soon finds himself propped up on the edge of his desk, but getting lifted and carried so easily has him dazed still, little reminders of Dan Heng's inconspicuous yet inarguable strength, half training, half legacy.
Nothing about the way he feels Dan Heng's lips against his neck clears his head in any way, either, fingers grasping, fumbling across the back of Dan Heng's jacket, addled mind at the very least certain of the need to keep him close.
The hands that had helped Caelus up the desk soon move from the back of his legs to the top of his thighs, the deliberate gropes turning him on, unashamed of the moan that sticks to the back of his throat when all he can hear are Dan Heng's hoarse breaths against his jaw.
Caelus has to move one of his hands to grasp the edge of his desk, trying to keep his balance with his feet off of the ground and the way Dan Heng presses into him. The eager kisses left all over Caelus' neck and collarbones are perfect, his other hand moving to the back of Dan Heng's head to grab a handful of his hair, begging for more of this.
He gets it, a nervous, ticklish chuckle spilling out of his lungs when he feels a hot tongue at the crook of his neck, more than happy to spread his legs further open when Dan Heng closes the remaining distance between their lower bodies.
The extra bit of height gained from sitting on the desk makes it so Caelus immediately feels the weight of Dan Heng's bulges pressing right into his crotch, the multiple layers of clothing that should be keeping them decent instead adding to the arousing nature of the friction.
A jumbled mess of horny sounds and Dan Heng's name repetitively escape Caelus' mouth as he grinds his hips into him, making himself wonder how the fuck he'll survive taking his cock up his ass when he can barely process the tongue on his throat, the fingertips in his thighs.
Dan Heng's mouth parts from his neck and he misses it already, but the words that he soon breathes against Caelus' lips are more than a comfort. "Can I take your pants off?"
"Yeah." Caelus huffs out his response, the hand that had been grabbing the edge of the desk reaching for one of Dan Heng's groping hands, guiding it up to his crotch. "It's what we agreed to, right? Fucking hot when you ask, though."
Dan Heng smiles way too sweetly for how intently his palm rubs into the happy little bulge, the ardent look in his eyes and the burn at Caelus' cheeks making it necessary for them to kiss again.
With his left hand still buried in black hair, Caelus guides Dan Heng towards him before nipping at his lower lip, humping the fingers at his crotch until they take care of that cursed zipper keeping them apart.
Hand in his pants, tongue in his mouth, Caelus welcomes the intrusions and hopes for more, still, letting Dan Heng handle his cock while he clumsily attempts to unbutton the pants that had lasted less than half an hour on his legs.
The impossibly lewd sounds that accompany their wet kiss get Caelus dangerously excited, kicking up a leg to wrap it around Dan Heng's hips. His koalacore behavior seems appreciated judging by how fingertips instantly knead deep into his thigh, their bodies already feeling like they're merging as one without even needing to pull their pants down.
Which doesn't seem to be Dan Heng's intention quite yet anyways, despite his earlier question, his fingers instead slipping into the fly opening at the front of Caelus' briefs. The delicate brush of fingertips right against his balls forces Caelus out of their kiss in a desperate attempt to breathe.
Dan Heng seems perfectly content to allow his lips to make their way back to Caelus' jaw while his thumb shows the same enthusiasm as the rest of his fingers, stroking the length of Caelus' cock within now unbearably tight underpants.
Caelus takes it upon himself to work his pants down, his best option aside from sacrificing his (non-existent) cool guy dignity to beg for it. He keeps holding onto Dan Heng's hair but otherwise squirms away from him just enough for his other hand to push his own pants and briefs down.
A humble gasp when his erection meets the sticky air between their bodies, an embarrassing whimper when Dan Heng's hand wraps around its length.
Dan Heng kisses his lobe before speaking, his voice low in his throat. "Do you want me to take you to the bed?"
"Shit, that's so fucking sexy... But, nah."
Sure, it did feel kind of weird to sit his bare ass right on the cold, hard desk...
But he loved how dirty it made him feel, horny little things who couldn't even wait to walk fourteen more steps to fuck.
Besides, getting around to fucking on every single piece of furniture in his room sounds like a pretty decent life goal.
"Just raw me right on this desk. Smack me down through it like it's Friday night."
"It's not..." Dan Heng huffs a short laugh. "Are you referencing something?"
"Don't worry about it."
"Okay." Dan Heng gives Caelus a slow kiss, his fingers stroking up his shaft before letting go of it, pressing down on Caelus' thigh to straighten himself up. "I'll worry about your insides if you don't let me grab your lube, though."
Caelus groans lazily as he puts his clinging leg down and regretfully lets go of Dan Heng's hair, but the mention of 'lube' and of his 'insides' get him way too aroused to protest.
The aforementioned fourteen steps look more like eight for Dan Heng's stupid long legs, Caelus watching him reach into his bedside table while he kicks off his brand new boots and works his pants further down.
The fact that Dan Heng knows where to find his lube makes him feel all kinds of whoreish, a little overwhelmed but also giddy knowing that having sex is becoming a recurrent, familiar ritual between them.
He's down to his socks by the time Dan Heng makes his way back to the desk, taking the pants out of Caelus' hands, folding them proper before setting them and the bottle of lube down on the desk just as quickly, seemingly in a hurry to put his hands back on Caelus' thigh and cock.
"Show me yours." Caelus feels the sweat gather in his gloved palms from speaking so boldly, staring right between Dan Heng's legs, at the obvious tension of the fabric over his cocks.
He loves that Dan Heng responds to his request immediately, obedient despite the hint of regret in his touch when he lets go of Caelus again.
A step back gives Caelus an even better view as Dan Heng unbuckles his pants before undoing the front, then pushing down his briefs. He grabs the base of his lengthier cock, big even when juxtaposed to his long fingers, while his second cock patiently waits for its turn, still halfway sheathed in him.
The sight gets Caelus chuckling in nervous anticipation, grabbing a fistful of Dan Heng's shirt to pull him towards him. It turns him on to feel the fabric of Dan Heng's clothes graze against the bare skin of his legs, Caelus feeling perfectly slutty with his pants off while Dan Heng was still fully dressed (pulled out cocks aside, that is).
One of Dan Heng's hands sneaks into Caelus' shirt to squeeze his hip, but he holds out his other hand between them. Caelus is confused for a short moment, but soon remembers the lube Dan Heng had set down beside him after an arduous journey towards the bedside table.
A hungry hand massages his hip while he reaches for the bottle, flicking it open before pouring some of its contents into Dan Heng's expectant palm. Caelus watches him rub his fingertips into it, getting those pretty fingers all slick and wet, arousal lighting a fire at the pit of his stomach when he thinks about how soon he would feel those finding their place within him.
"I'm so fucking excited." Caelus blurts out the words, as if his perfectly attentive erection and flushed skin needed further emphasis, but he loves the way it makes Dan Heng smile at him so widely.
"Me too." Dan Heng's thumb rubs down on his hip, guiding him into leaning back on the desk a little further. "I'll 'get all up in you' now."
Caelus snorts at the nod to his earlier attempt at sexy talk. He's ecstatic to realize just how comfortable he's become at being vulnerable under Dan Heng now, allowing himself to gasp when he feels fingertips moving along his taint rather than try to impress anyone with his cool.
"Ready?" Dan Heng's voice is quiet as he moves in closer, the tip of his fingers teasing so close to the rim.
"Yeah." Caelus is nearly breathless when he responds, so he nods, too.
That one finger doesn't wait a single second more, sinking into him with little resistance, but regardless, it makes Caelus flinch to feel it go deeper, deeper, deeper still — Right up to the knuckle, and Dan Heng smiles as the rest of his hand presses into Caelus' taint.
"I. Fuck." Caelus chokes the barely intelligible statement out, each breath he tries to take reminding him of the digit penetrating him.
"More?" Dan Heng moves his clean hand up to Caelus' waist, pushing his shirt up slightly in the process.
"More." Caelus knows this is just the warm-up, that he has a long way to go, still, and reaches for his endgame goal. His fingers grab Dan Heng's ridged cock, relaxing just from hearing how doing so makes him inhale so raggedly.
A second fingertip teases at his entrance, caressing the tense skin that surrounds the digit already penetrating him. The attention is gentle enough for Caelus to be able to focus on his current master plan, and so he guides Dan Heng just a little closer to him thanks to that firm cock hold.
He can't help the thrilled grin that visits his face when he moves his thumb away from the underside of Dan Heng's length to instead push into the back of his own erection, successfully squeezing his little cock and Dan Heng's textured cock together, holding onto both of their shafts.
"Caelus..." Dan Heng looks down at him with parted lips, the damp warmth of his exhales brushing against Caelus' skin even at a distance.
"You like this?" Caelus loves how in control he feels despite the fingers probing into him, watching Dan Heng's cheeks near the pigmentation of the clothes he had gifted him. He thumbs into his own erection, feeling the tough ridges of Dan Heng's cock push into his fleshy shaft.
"Yes." Dan Heng closes his eyes, a deep breath following his response, and it's obvious that he's forcing himself to hold back... But Caelus would be more than happy if he didn't.
"Look at us." Caelus uses his free hand to reach for Dan Heng's jaw, encouraging him to look at the junction of their bodies. "Look at how big your dick is next to mine."
It's not that Dan Heng is particularly above average (at least not until you take into account his second cock), but Caelus feels so excited seeing how the dark pink head of his own cock, happily peeking out of thick brown folds of skin, could barely even reach the halfway point of the ridged length.
And Dan Heng seems similarly roused judging by the way he tries pushing his hips forward, which makes the spiny texture of his second cock push up into Caelus' balls, the sensation so unexpected, intoxicating.
"Are you trying to get me to break you?"
"Holy shit." Caelus was not prepared to hear such a filthy question, unable to react with anything other than an overly excited, skittish laugh.
Did his past requests to get done hard actually convince Dan Heng to shed a bit of his protective mantle!?
"Uhhh. Yes, please?"
"Okay. Just tell me if it's too much."
Well. Little steps.
Caelus nods enthusiastically, his grip on their cocks tightening when he feels not only a second, but also a third finger force themselves into him, his impish grin fading as he parts his lips in a moan.
He finds himself rutting into his own gloved fist until Dan Heng's hand at his waist squeezes down, keeping Caelus still while his insides loosen, the fingers working him open, getting him wet.
"Do you think you can take me?" Dan Heng asks so early, Caelus clenching down on those three fingers alone so tightly still.
If Caelus had his own voice of reason, the answer would have been obvious — Not yet.
But he has no voice of reason, does he?
"Yeah. C'mon."
Dan Heng exhales harshly as his fingers slip out, at least making sure to caress the rim with one last touch of lubrication before putting his palm over Caelus' hand, joining him around their erections.
"Shit. Now I'll think about this whenever we hold hands."
Caelus' comment makes Dan Heng snort, but otherwise doesn't seem to distract him from his intentions. His wet thumb rubs right into the leaking tip of Caelus' cock, smearing some pre into the folds of his foreskin before caressing up the length of his own textured erection until he can thumb at the angular head, both of their pre blending in with the lube to get Dan Heng's pretty cock all slick.
"This is so fucking dirty..." Caelus whispers, as if he wasn't the one trying to grind his balls into the unattended third dick.
"Dirtier than how ready you are to get penetrated?"
Caelus chokes on his offended gasp, but starts laughing immediately after. "Now you're just calling me a whore."
"Isn't that what you were begging for when we had that... Exciting phone call?"
"It was. You're so nice to me!"
A single breath of laughter slips out of Dan Heng's lips before he lets go of their cocks to grab Caelus' left thigh, adjusting their positions slightly, Caelus also moving his hand away to hold onto the edge of his desk.
It allows Dan Heng's cocks to make their way between Caelus' legs, the hand at Dan Heng's jaw instead moving to hold onto his shoulder as he leans in closer.
"Deep breaths." Dan Heng's advice makes Caelus nod repeatedly, wrapping the leg that's getting propped up around Dan Heng's hips again.
On his next exhale, Caelus feels the angular tip of Dan Heng's erection force itself into him, the intrusion making him try to jerk his hips up, but Dan Heng's hand at his waist keeps him steady.
"You're doing well." Dan Heng attempts to encourage Caelus, but his own voice sounds so strained as the thick ridges that crown the base of the head of his cock try to break into the tight entrance. "You know how to take me already."
"I can take you." Caelus confirms, realizing that talking relaxes him in how much it distracts him from his throbbing erection and desecrated entrance.
"Mm." Dan Heng seems to appreciate the validation in that statement, letting the tip of his cock slowly stroke the wet rim some more before giving a harsh thrust, the thickest part of his shaft burying itself inside Caelus at once.
Whatever word Caelus meant to cry out gets stuck in his throat, choking as he feels himself stretch out so suddenly, his fingers clawing into the bunched up fabric at Dan Heng's shoulder, his vision growing blurry.
Dan Heng has to let out a handful of shaky exhales himself, a faint tremble in his hands as he kneads into Caelus' waist and thigh.
"I—" Caelus tries to talk, deafened by the frantic pulses of his heart.
"You're already close?"
Already!? This is probably his record! He usually comes before either of them even makes it in!!!
But the fact that Dan Heng notices just makes him even hornier, and the fact that there's a proud, teasing smile on his face nearly gets his cock to explode on the spot.
"H-How—"
"You're so tight." Dan Heng explains, and the words are the hottest thing ever to Caelus' aching balls. "Do you think you'll come if I try to move?"
Don't ask and fucking do it!!!
Caelus grows desperate, taking matters into his own slutty little hands — His fingers letting go of the desk to grab Dan Heng's ass instead, sloppily trying to force him closer, deeper.
Whether it's thanks to his own wretched actions or Dan Heng taking pity on his pathetic attempts, Caelus soon feels one, two ridges make it past his entrance, barely aware of the ridiculously filthy sounds that escape his throat as he feels himself getting bred deeper until Dan Heng grabs his erection, his palm covering the head as it spills out his orgasm.
Caelus lets his back fall against the desk, his arm growing limp, unable to keep holding onto that shoulder. His forearm then covers his sweaty face as he lays there, panting.
He soon feels Dan Heng let go of his waist to comb clean fingers into his hair instead, the touch comforting even to Caelus' bewildered mind.
Although the intruding half of a shaft is obvious to Caelus' overly sensitive body, he's thankful Dan Heng doesn't move his hips an inch, this timeout more than welcome.
"Your head is on your keyboard." Dan Heng states with a hint of amusement in his voice, which helps clear Caelus' addled mind a little. "It woke your computer up."
Regardless, all he can do is groan lazily, Dan Heng's fingertips kneading into his scalp, moving to prop his head up.
"Your rat is threatening me with his crossbow."
Rat...?
Oh. Right.
Caelus bursts out laughing without even needing to turn around, the splash art set as his wallpaper showcasing his main, an anthropomorphized rat riding a motorcycle as everything explodes behind him — Totally badass in most situations!
But probably a little unwelcome when he's got a guy dicking him down.
"I'm. So sorry." Caelus tries to apologize, but can't stop snorting.
"Don't worry." Dan Heng chuckles as well, helping Caelus back into a seated position. "This is very... You."
Caelus is a little helpless with his back to the computer and a dick up his ass, so he tells Dan Heng the keyboard shortcut to shut his computer down, welcoming the palm that rubs down his spine once it's done, making him hot even through his clothes.
"Do you want to keep going?" Dan Heng asks so politely, as if his own cock isn't honoring his coreflame of Earth with how rock solid it still feels within Caelus.
"Yeah. I want you to come, too." Caelus thinks himself such a saint for saying so, his hands making their way back to Dan Heng, resting around his waist.
"I appreciate it." Dan Heng smiles down at him, his soiled hand moving back to Caelus' bare thigh, the caress so gentle considering how it smears cum all over Caelus' skin. "Can I kiss you?"
"Duh." Caelus already feels blush adding to his orgasm-flushed skin, returning Dan Heng's smile. "Kiss me."
He knows intimate gestures of the like is what gets Dan Heng off the most, more than any vulgar request Caelus might have, and so he's more than happy to oblige — Parting his lips, closing his eyes, waiting to breathe in Dan Heng's lungs.
A pleased sound echoes in his throat when he tastes Dan Heng's tongue, the hand at his back moving into gray hair, keeping him close as their lips sway against one another.
Dan Heng's hips soon follow the same rhythm, a slow, light stroke backwards giving Caelus' insides some respite before a new thrust forces another ridge into him. When the sequence is repeated, the heavy cock burying itself even deeper, Caelus has to break their kiss to gasp, too sensitive to tame his reaction.
The interrupted kiss allows Dan Heng to press his lips to Caelus' neck again, only this time, his clean hand reaches for the frog button at Caelus' chest, fiddling with it until it comes undone.
Caelus hides his face into Dan Heng's soft hair to keep himself from moaning again when he feels long fingers sneak into his new shirt, immediately reaching for his chest.
The thumb that grazes across his nipple nearly overshadows the jerk of Dan Heng's hips, fingertips kneading into his chest with an enthusiasm that forces Caelus to bite his lips.
"It's so hard." The comment that Dan Heng breathes against his collarbone doesn't help in the least, his thumb gently flicking the nipple. "Can you unbutton the rest of your shirt? I want to see it."
Caelus flusters himself with how quickly he heeds the request, clumsy fingers fiddling with the two remaining closures, guiding the loops off of the knots and shaking his jacket off of his shoulders a little, allowing Dan Heng to undress him further, shivering when he does.
"You're perfect." Dan Heng repeats the earlier compliment regarding his ass, this time admiring his torso, his dirty hand moving from Caelus' thigh to his soft stomach.
The admirative touch adds some pressure to the already too-tight fit of his cock, Caelus grabbing Dan Heng's hand to keep it still, but it doesn't slow him down one bit — The lips at Caelus' neck moving down to his sternum.
Getting to taste Caelus' chest only seems to arouse Dan Heng further, his second cock now pressing between Caelus' ass cheeks as he finds himself nearly fully sheathed into him.
And he sure isn't the only one growing feral, Caelus feeling his erection making a feverish comeback already, both his legs now pressed to Dan Heng's hips, the earlier description of melded bodies beyond accurate.
"You're taking almost all of it." Dan Heng makes his way back to Caelus' ear to share his progress report, his voice just as arousing as his cock. "Just a little more."
Caelus squeezes his thighs to urge Dan Heng on, gasping when he feels the angular head of the erection reach deep into him, numb to the tough ridges breaking him open yet always so unprepared to get penetrated this deep.
"That's it." Dan Heng exhales against his jaw, his free hand moving to Caelus' ribs, thumb pressing up into his chest. "You're doing so good."
Caelus scoffs, more than aware his entire body must be flushed red. "Might as well be calling me a good boy."
"Do you want me to?" Dan Heng's earnest response somehow manages to embarrass Caelus further.
"Uhhh." Yes!???! "I dunno. Read that a bug in recent Synesthesia Beacon implants made them believe 'good boy' was an outdated saying, instead processing it into... 'satisfactory small man'."
Dan Heng snorts, his hand moving up Caelus' bare chest. "You're not that small."
"Thanks..." Caelus looks up at him with a dubious look, thinking that it isn't so bad to feel small under someone this hot.
"And you do so much more than simply 'satisfy'." The fact that Dan Heng lingers on the dumb factoid Caelus had spouted makes him smile. "You mean a lot to me, Caelus."
Is this really the time for such a confession!? Caelus is just trying to fulfill his cocksleeve responsibilities out here, which makes him utterly bewildered when Dan Heng continues talking.
"I don't need to believe that you're mine. Because I know that I'm yours, regardless."
Akivili take the fucking wheel.
Caelus has no idea how to respond to such devoted words, but he knows the least he can do is try to keep some of his panic to himself to avoid making Dan Heng regret any of his beautiful words.
And so he slips his fingers into black hair to pull Dan Heng's face towards his, any further words of devotion or hesitation silenced between their lips.
It's much easier to let his body talk for him, grinding his hips up, hoping this translates into anything gentler than the shut up and fuck me message he might as well be sending.
Thankfully, Dan Heng doesn't seem hurt in the least, his tongue enthusiastically meeting Caelus', responding to hungry hips with a slow, deliberate stroke that gets both of them making lewd sounds into one another's mouths.
Feeling Dan Heng's chest pressing into his with each heavy breath makes Caelus want to get pinned down on his desk, letting go of Dan Heng's hand that he had been keeping squeezed between their abdomens to try and shove back the keyboard and other peripherals behind him instead.
Dan Heng seems to catch the cue, the dull sound of the objects covering the desk getting pushed away reaching Caelus' ears before feeling long fingers wrap around the back of his neck.
Smiling into their kiss and all of its vulgar sounds, Caelus lets himself get guided down onto his back. He's already comfortable enough thanks to his new jacket and unbuttoned shirt cushioning him against the desk, but Dan Heng's hand soon moves up his neck, fingers brushing into the hair at his nape before cradling the back of Caelus' head, making sure it doesn't rest directly against the hard surface.
But before Caelus can even begin to think of commenting on Dan Heng's gentlemanly ways and getting settled into the makeshift pillow, he feels the hand at his chest slide down to his hip and then firmly drag him a little closer to the edge of the desk.
Caelus finds himself a little too excited to get manhandled, his super manly yelp forcing their lips apart, frantic chuckles animating him as Dan Heng adjusts himself over him.
The new angle sure is demanding of Caelus' lower back, nearly folded in two, his calves helping him cling onto Dan Heng's own back — But he can't complain when he feels an eager hand grab his ass, when he feels just how deeply he's getting fucked.
"Feeling good?" Dan Heng asks in a gently hushed voice, contradicting the aggressive rut of his hips.
"Yeah." Caelus pulls Dan Heng closer to him again, the sweet gesture actually meant to allow him to grind his renewed erection into Dan Heng's clothes. "Fucking love when you scramble my guts."
"That's..." Dan Heng lets out a short, breathy laugh. "Colorful."
"You like it, though. Your face's all red." Caelus' fingers make their way out of Dan Heng's hair to trace the line of his jaw, flushed skin hot even against Caelus' ever-burning fingertips.
He loves the way Dan Heng immediately nuzzles into the touch, his lips meeting Caelus' gloved palm before replying. "Because you look beautiful while getting 'scrambled'."
Caelus lets his hand fall to his face so he can cover his mouth as he laughs, way too embarrassed by the compliment.
"Will you be comfortable if I move my hand?" Dan Heng seems to refer to the one serving as a pillow, moving it to cup Caelus' cheek as he speaks. "I need to touch you."
Caelus only ends up further flustered by that verb choice, needed rather than wanted, moving his arm behind his own head to prop himself up, briefly breathing out his affirmative response.
Now tagged out of that responsibility, Dan Heng's hand caresses down the length of Caelus' throat. The touch is deliberate, slow enough to send all of the filthiest fucking thoughts into Caelus' mind, to get his spine arching off of the desk.
He has just enough time to catch the arousing sight of Dan Heng's next thrust, the way it makes his own cock throb and leak against his bare stomach, before Dan Heng closes the distance between their torsos.
Lips at his shoulder then, Caelus finding himself unable to quiet the thirsty exhales that rasp their way out of his lungs from getting nailed down, the fingertips at his ass digging into his skin a little deeper the tighter he has to squeeze his legs around Dan Heng.
The hand at his neck seems just as interested in fondling him, but not before moving to his chest, palm grazing across his stiff nipple and fingers groping into him.
"This... This's why you got me this shirt, huh?" Caelus grins despite how intoxicated he's finding himself again. "Easy access to my tits?"
Dan Heng's response comes in the form of a hot exhale against flushed skin, a brief laugh before kissing his way down Caelus' chest, the tease apparently only serving to encourage him. He seemingly needs to adjust his lower body to reach his goal, pulling out just enough for a ridge to slip out of Caelus.
The sudden stimulation draws some slutty sounds out of Caelus, but it's all tame compared to the frantic little moans that spill out of his throat when he feels Dan Heng's lips brushing past his nipple.
His own reaction surprises him, as if he had spent too much time thinking about touching boobs (of all genders) yet not enough time acknowledging just how fucking hot it'd be to get his own little soft utterly muscle-less tits eaten up.
Nothing but ridiculously horny sounds would come out of Caelus if he tried to spur Dan Heng on with words, so he instead lets his head fall back onto the desk if only to trap Dan Heng into his arms, against his chest, one hand grasping black hair, the other clawing into his clothes.
The coax seems to work, feather-light skimming lips lingering on sensitive skin before allowing a thirsty tongue to lick up his chest until its tip flicks across his embarrassingly alert nipple.
Caelus nearly chokes on his drool when he feels Dan Heng taking it into his mouth, drowning in the overly arousing sensations burning every end of his body — The desperate rut of his erection into Dan Heng's clothes, the irresistible weight of the cock filling him to the brim, the hungry fingers that squeeze every soft part of him, the ardent warmth of the mouth he would whore himself out to feel suck on him just a little harder.
"Oh, fuck, please—" Caelus' pathetic attempt at trying to form words other than Dan Heng's name is quickly shut down by a sharp thrust that forces the full length of the textured cock back into him, the proper last drop that gets him spilling over.
There's just enough time for Caelus to process the orgasm that washes over him, to allow his dulled senses to feel the way Dan Heng presses his face into his sternum in craving breaths. It gets his entire body trembling in Caelus' fingers, who only wants to hold him tighter, bunched up fabric in one hand and soft hair in the other.
It's a good thing Dan Heng's weight keeps him pinned to the desk, else Caelus would be squirming and arching and making himself out to be even more of a slut than the moan that scrapes out of his throat does when cum pours into him.
Caelus feels outright delirious from getting his guts filled, delusions of pleasure making his insides grip tight onto the intruding cock and the orgasm it delivered into him. Hearing Dan Heng groaning into his chest makes him all the more excited, happy to take the last few carnal rolls of Dan Heng's hips as he rides out his climax.
Even in his befuddled state, Caelus is already expecting the next step, Dan Heng's second cock still nestled between his ass cheeks, hard and alert — So he's surprised to instead feel Dan Heng's hot exhales against his neck, lifting himself up just enough to talk.
"Can I?"
The fact that he asks gets Caelus even more flustered than if he had just stuffed him outright.
But arousal has Caelus feverish enough to tell himself that if it gets him this hot to get all dressed up like a doll, then they might as well play house while they're at it.
"Yeah. Put it in."
Caelus barely hears himself speak that last word that he feels the thick ridges texturing Dan Heng's lengthier cock slowly chafe their way out of him.
Steel against flint with the way it sparks an unbearable amount of heat that sears his insides with pleasure, the friction born from each ridge that gushes out of him an ember.
He allows one of his legs to fall limp over the edge of the desk while Dan Heng's hand caresses its way down his chest, his stomach, between their legs.
While unsure which of them gasps when Dan Heng pulls out, Caelus is at least certain he's the one who finds himself ravaged by frenzied, panting breaths the moment he feels the second, girthier cock prod at his fucked up hole.
Instead of reeling from the possibility of discomfort from getting torn into again, so soon, he finds himself rutting into Dan Heng, delighted to feel that spent cock nestling against his balls. Their lengths get squeezed between their bodies while Caelus wordlessly begs to get penetrated again, the soft spines covering the bulkier cock working him open too slow for his liking.
A raspy sound of surprise spills out of Dan Heng when Caelus jerks his hips towards him, but Caelus finds himself utterly speechless, breathless when he does, the second cock burying itself into him.
He doesn't know if it's the girth that stretches his insides, the cum housed in his guts, or the way Dan Heng immediately puts his arm around his head to hold him tight... Or maybe even the recently acquired knowledge of what it means for Dan Heng to want to do this to him, delusions of being a sweet little mate to breed into, all dressed up and all filled up for him.
Whatever it is, whether it's all of it — Caelus gasps when he realizes he's coming again, his ceiling growing blurry, his buzzing ears barely registering the sounds rumbling out of Dan Heng, his dirty cock dampening the fabric bunched up around it.
"I, I think I—" Caelus' ravings are quieted by Dan Heng's lips at his neck and fingers clawing into his hair, holding him tighter still.
He feels way too blissful considering he's getting crushed against his desk and broken into, a realization which gets him chuckling, ecstatic as his arousal settles down.
"Damn." Caelus breathes the simple statement out once he can finally move his arms again, running his palm down Dan Heng's spine, returning the hug. "That was wild."
"I know. You're amazing." Dan Heng's response makes Caelus scoff, but he can't deny the heat that lingers in his cheeks.
"I was pillow princess-ing over here. You're the one who should be getting the commendations."
Caelus snorts before even managing to say the next 'compliment' that comes to him.
"...GG."
"Thanks..." Dan Heng groans, but Caelus can feel his smile against his neck.
Caelus sits on the dryer while the washing machine wobbles with activity beside him, contentedly watching Dan Heng lean over the ironing board, hard at work.
"You should wear hoodies more often. You're so cute in this." His compliment is honest despite the teasing grin on his face, but he knows it's the fact that it's his own clothes — His massively oversized orange hoodie — On Dan Heng's back that makes it look all the more appealing.
"You'll have to lend me more clothes, then." Dan Heng looks up, the iron in his hand releasing some steam. Caelus' new white shirt on the board looks pristine despite all of the ordeals it had just gone through.
"Raid my wardrobe whenever you want." Caelus loves the idea, little bits of himself he can happily give to Dan Heng without any fear.
Because for now, all he had given Dan Heng was cum splatters on the shirt he had been wearing while they fucked.
Hence the washing machine.
Hence the clothes lending.
"I'm such an asshole. You're being all sweet getting me some new clothes... And then I go ahead and ruin yours."
"You're not an asshole." Dan Heng chuckles softly, letting the iron cool down while he slips Caelus' new shirt onto a hanger. "I'd say you gave me a gift in its own right. Just... One that's better kept between ourselves."
"Still. Maybe I'll get you something, too."
"You don't need to." Dan Heng smiles sincerely before looking Caelus up and down, his gaze landing on the goat socks that had stayed on Caelus' feet this entire time. "Actually... Maybe you shouldn't. Something tells me you wouldn't be normal about it."
"Woah, woah, are you insulting my sense of style!?" Caelus hikes one of his legs up onto the edge of the dryer, wrapping his hands around his sock to protect the goat illustration from hearing Dan Heng's cruel words. "You say that, but these socks would totally suit you. You are my goat. My... GFOAT."
Dan Heng snorts, putting the hanger up on one of the Express' laundry room's hooks before walking towards Caelus. "Do I even want to know what that stands for?"
"Yes." Caelus looks Dan Heng dead in the eye as he approaches his grand dryer machine seat. "You're my... Greatest Fuck Of All Time."
"I'm honored."
Dan Heng stops right in front of Caelus, his hands reaching for bare ribs — Because Caelus is far less decent, opting to come out of his bedroom in nothing but his pajama pants and socks, not too worried about bumping into any visitors with his tits out.
"Especially considering how little competition I have."
Caelus gags in theatrical offense. "You can't call me a whore and then say I'm basically a virgin two hours later!??"
But he can't pretend to be offended for long, Dan Heng's sweet laugh and warm hands inviting him into his arms.
Caelus returns the embrace by hugging his shoulders, grumpy grumbles quieted by a contented sigh when he rests his face against Dan Heng's neck, and there might truly be very little competition for just how happy Dan Heng makes him feel.
