[ maybe there are situations where he quite likes his tail. like now, there's something intoxicating about the closeness, when Caelus makes a soft noise in response and kisses him again. then Dan Heng kisses him back, his lips parted as if to suck him in, letting his tongue lazily wandering in his mouth like Caelus' once wandered over his antlers.
the tail slides around his thigh in loose loops, inching closer to the heat between his legs. despite his demeanor, he suddenly finds very affectionate ways to put his appendages: his arms slide just under Caelus', a leg keeping his knees apart while his tail curls all around him. perhaps it's the weight that Caelus leans into him with, but Dan Heng's grip seems to get a bit more possessive, his fingers curling into his shirt between his shoulder blades.
instead his tail does the work, the slow movement at the junction of Caelus' thigh, rubbing up against his arousal until he becomes stiff. there's a sort of quiet satisfaction about this that Dan Heng can't exactly place – perhaps it is that comfort that Caelus managed to tease out of him, turning him into something that enjoys this slower, lazy affection. he may be opening an unintentional door to more of this, but right now he doesn't seem to care (or it doesn't seem to cross his mind, anyway). ]
[ For a second, it's really all just sweet. All just innocent. Dan Heng picks him up and supports him properly and Caelus likes it. Feels good. He's a pretty big guy and he knows it, so there's something strangely sweet about being kissed like this, nice and lazy, while being picked up and held like baby. Caelus loves being baby.
It's because Dan Heng usually isn't the one with appetites that he isn't braced for how things just sort of — shift.
It's funny. He knows Dan Heng can be horny, knows that because they have raunchy sex at least once or twice a week (usually way more than that). But somehow, he still never expects Dan Heng to be the horny one. It's all slow lazy kisses and firm patient hold, and then all of a sudden his patient kisses aren't quite so innocent, and the grip on his limbs is more possessive than it is supportive. And his tail —
Caelus moans. Loudly. Ohhhh, he never even in his wildest fantasies thought about how it'd feel to have that powerful, coiling tail rub up against his dick like this, and the friction is incredible. Addictive. He wants more than just this, wants to feel that tail rubbing and bumping and grinding up against his dick. He can't believe Dan Heng is giving him a tailjob. ]
Dan — Heng, that — oh, fuck, that feels good...
[ Panting, grinding — now he's the one rubbing and bucking his hips into it. Look what you made him do, Dan Heng. ]
[ it's true, Caelus is generally the instigator of their encounters. Dan Heng, for the longest time, was unaware of how nice it was to be with another person until Caelus coaxed him gently into affection – after that, well, he fell into it easily. then, they became boyfriends. now, he likes it far too much. now, here they are, somewhere he thought he'd never be, comfortable with his tail enough to use it to pleasure his enthusiastic partner.
that frisky tail loops around his thigh, slithering in slow movement until it creates friction between Caelus and the fabric as he moves his hips. it's long, smooth, a little cool to the touch, just like a tepid spring, and seems to have a mind of its own. the friction gets a little tighter, giving Caelus leverage to lean into it to grind. Dan Heng is content enough to keep hold of Caelus, cling to him as if someone suddenly told him that if he doesn't hang on tight enough, Caelus will leave him. ]
You like this ... [ he trails off, the question more of a statement. ] Me too.
[ Dan Heng doesn't usually embrace his vidyadhara form, instead choosing to hide it, but he can't deny that it's nice being able to hold Caelus close like this with his arms, and allow his tail to roam freely. he's usually uncomfortable like this, always very aware of where all parts of his body are at all times, but this is liberating, in a way, because he's suddenly aware that he's comfortable enough not to be overthinking where he's putting himself in space. no, he's right here, and Caelus is enjoying his tail. ]
[ Caelus knows that he should at least check if Dan Heng wants a taste of pleasure, too, but he can't quite help himself: he feels as though he's forgotten where his limbs are, and all that matters in the moment is the cool silky friction of that damnably adorable tail slithering between his legs. Dan Heng's tail coils more tightly around his thigh and presses up against his cock and Caelus finds himself moaning, utterly lost to it now, grinding into it with the leverage that Dan Heng has intentionally given him.
It feels good to have his arms wrapped around Dan Heng while he's doing this. It feels good to have Dan Heng's arms wrapped around him.
Dimly, it occurs to Caelus that this is the first time they've had sex while Dan Heng was in his vidyadhara form, and this is the first time that he's seen Dan Heng seem so at ease with himself in it. But he can't really voice his surprise while his brain is being turned to jelly by how damn good it feels to have that tail rubbing between his legs, and Caelus is not particularly good at holding himself back or behaving. (Dan Heng likes those things about him, right?)
He comes. It's preceded only by a shaky, incredibly grateful low moan from deep in Caelus's chest, a slight grip from his fingertips — one which could have been much harder, much stronger, but Caelus is sweet and gentle, always careful not to hurt Dan Heng if he can help it.
His eyelids flutter closed, breath catches in his lungs — he surrenders perfectly, shuddering as he comes in his pants. He doesn't even care about making a mess in his underwear, though. Being with Dan Heng just feels too good. ]
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the tail slides around his thigh in loose loops, inching closer to the heat between his legs. despite his demeanor, he suddenly finds very affectionate ways to put his appendages: his arms slide just under Caelus', a leg keeping his knees apart while his tail curls all around him. perhaps it's the weight that Caelus leans into him with, but Dan Heng's grip seems to get a bit more possessive, his fingers curling into his shirt between his shoulder blades.
instead his tail does the work, the slow movement at the junction of Caelus' thigh, rubbing up against his arousal until he becomes stiff. there's a sort of quiet satisfaction about this that Dan Heng can't exactly place – perhaps it is that comfort that Caelus managed to tease out of him, turning him into something that enjoys this slower, lazy affection. he may be opening an unintentional door to more of this, but right now he doesn't seem to care (or it doesn't seem to cross his mind, anyway). ]
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It's because Dan Heng usually isn't the one with appetites that he isn't braced for how things just sort of — shift.
It's funny. He knows Dan Heng can be horny, knows that because they have raunchy sex at least once or twice a week (usually way more than that). But somehow, he still never expects Dan Heng to be the horny one. It's all slow lazy kisses and firm patient hold, and then all of a sudden his patient kisses aren't quite so innocent, and the grip on his limbs is more possessive than it is supportive. And his tail —
Caelus moans. Loudly. Ohhhh, he never even in his wildest fantasies thought about how it'd feel to have that powerful, coiling tail rub up against his dick like this, and the friction is incredible. Addictive. He wants more than just this, wants to feel that tail rubbing and bumping and grinding up against his dick. He can't believe Dan Heng is giving him a tailjob. ]
Dan — Heng, that — oh, fuck, that feels good...
[ Panting, grinding — now he's the one rubbing and bucking his hips into it. Look what you made him do, Dan Heng. ]
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that frisky tail loops around his thigh, slithering in slow movement until it creates friction between Caelus and the fabric as he moves his hips. it's long, smooth, a little cool to the touch, just like a tepid spring, and seems to have a mind of its own. the friction gets a little tighter, giving Caelus leverage to lean into it to grind. Dan Heng is content enough to keep hold of Caelus, cling to him as if someone suddenly told him that if he doesn't hang on tight enough, Caelus will leave him. ]
You like this ... [ he trails off, the question more of a statement. ] Me too.
[ Dan Heng doesn't usually embrace his vidyadhara form, instead choosing to hide it, but he can't deny that it's nice being able to hold Caelus close like this with his arms, and allow his tail to roam freely. he's usually uncomfortable like this, always very aware of where all parts of his body are at all times, but this is liberating, in a way, because he's suddenly aware that he's comfortable enough not to be overthinking where he's putting himself in space. no, he's right here, and Caelus is enjoying his tail. ]
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It feels good to have his arms wrapped around Dan Heng while he's doing this. It feels good to have Dan Heng's arms wrapped around him.
Dimly, it occurs to Caelus that this is the first time they've had sex while Dan Heng was in his vidyadhara form, and this is the first time that he's seen Dan Heng seem so at ease with himself in it. But he can't really voice his surprise while his brain is being turned to jelly by how damn good it feels to have that tail rubbing between his legs, and Caelus is not particularly good at holding himself back or behaving. (Dan Heng likes those things about him, right?)
He comes. It's preceded only by a shaky, incredibly grateful low moan from deep in Caelus's chest, a slight grip from his fingertips — one which could have been much harder, much stronger, but Caelus is sweet and gentle, always careful not to hurt Dan Heng if he can help it.
His eyelids flutter closed, breath catches in his lungs — he surrenders perfectly, shuddering as he comes in his pants. He doesn't even care about making a mess in his underwear, though. Being with Dan Heng just feels too good. ]