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ren looked around curiously. this had at one point been his home, he assumed. he could only remember bits and pieces and even those were hazy to some degree. yet not all that much had changed. the general sure lived comfortably though. such a big spacious and aesthetically pleasing room... hmm, ren couldn't help a small grin. he had expected nothing less for jingyuan. it was only because of him that the script worked out so flawlessly last time. he was a gentle spirit, wasn't he? freeing the reincarnation of dan feng and even letting blade rush through their fingers like sand. he couldn't know why, but nonetheless did he feel grateful to a small degree.

"you're inviting me?" he leaned forward, one leg swung over the other idly. "but you don't even know what for? did you just send it thinking i would shrug it off? that's certainly bold, general." slightly amusing, he didn't think ren would come over... but it wasn't like the brooding swordsman was awfully busy. these days he had quite a bit of time to waste and he'd rather not spend it buying the ladies their hygiene products again.

"destiny's slave sounds almost sexy." he chuckled lowly but was surprised to find the general so close, practically locking him between himself and the table. he didn't really mind. he was not a stranger to pure attraction. he supposed that, too, might be a former sensation that belonged to yingxing.

"tea sounds splendid though, general." almost playfully he rubbed his leg against the other's thigh but soon let it fall back and looked over to the starchess board. "i fear, i would be a very mediocre opponent for you. i wouldn't want to bore you."

[tragedicn]

@lightning-etc-lord  /  sc.

            ❝  finally deigned me a visit  ??  ❞  dan feng jokes softly  ,  lifting the steaming cup of tea to their lips  ,  blowing a soft breath across the top to cool the surface before taking a cautious sip  .  ❝  ugh . . . hot  ,  ❞  he huffs  ,  sticking out his tongue as if it'd cool the scalded appendage  .  setting down his own cup  ,  he reaches to pour the other a cup and gently pushes it towards the seat across from him  ,  ❝  well  ??  are you going to keep staring or are you going to join me  ??  ❞  dan feng asks  .

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ren  couldn't  help  meowing  like  mad  when  something  rolled  almost  onto  him.  hey,  watch  it.  not  my  fault  i  am  a  small  kitten  right  now!  he  couldn't  help  hissing,  fearing  the  possible  outcome,  of  being  thrown  out  once  more  and  onto  the  cold  damp  street.  he  didn't  want  that,  it  was  also  still  raining  outside.  he  couldn't  stop  shivering,  mostly  because  he  was  so  wet  and  cold  but  also  because  the  very  thought  of  being  back  on  the  street  horrified  him  to  no  end.

he  was  quite  surprised  however,  the  man  seemed  to  be  quite  nice.  he  was  a  bit  of  a  bad  bitch  in  the  shower  thought,  no  matter  how  gentle  the  stranger  was.  he  sometimes  tried  to  push  his  arm  away  even  if  his  paws  made  zero  difference.  he  was  not  scratching  the  man  though,  was  careful  not  to.  he  just  wasn't  used  to  being  bathed...  and  he  couldn't  help  hissing  when  the  man  also  wanted  to  clean  his  back,  most  especially  his  butt.  that  was  just  embarrassing  man,  catch  a  hint.

he  soaked  up  the  praise  nonetheless,  sincerely  hoping  he  wasn't  totally  turning  into  some  sort  of  baby  kitten  that  beamed  at  its  owner's  praise...  he  couldn't  even  have  an  owner,  he  was  a  strong  independent  man!  the  pout  on  the  other  man's  face  made  him  wonder  though,  if  he  really  wouldn't  mind  staying  here.  dude  was  freaking  handsome,  long  white  fluff  hair,  golden  warm  hues,  apparently  a  heart  for  kitties  and  holy  cow,  were  those  pecs  for  real?  one  of  his  paws  stretched  forward,  touching  his  clothed  abs.  well.  he  wasn't  a  fake.

perhaps  it  wasn't  so  bad  to  stay  here  until  he  had  it  all  figured  out,  so  he  merely  cuddled  close  to  the  man,  very  very  very  loudly  and  obviously  purring,  even  snoring  a  little  at  the  comfort  the  stranger  was  offering  him.  yeah,  he  was  a  good  man,  he'd  stay  here.  maybe  he  could  even  get  free  human  food...  woah...  steak...

"meoooow."  he  stretched  all  fours,  finally  going  to  sleep.

[xvnzhao]

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            ❝  are you not curious at all to what i dreamt about in penacony  ??  ❞  stelle asks with a tilt of her head  ,  ❝  you didn't seem at all concerned when i said i dreamt about you while i was there  ,  ❞  she hums  ,  wondering if the general would take the bait  .  there was nothing special about the dream . . . if anything  ,  it was more like a normal VISIT from jing yuan and then he was gone  .  but she wonders if he'd bite the bait . . .

[captivemuses]

He shows up in the Astral Express, holding a blue envelope decorated with a golden dragon. He's planning on just leaving it atop some table... he doesn't want to bother Dan Heng. Inside, there's an invite to see the peach trees in full bloom, a festival in the Luofu.

@lightning-etc-lord

The invitation from Jing Yuan for all the members of the Express to come back to the Luofu and join them for the Wardance festival had already been received and accepted and the younger trio were bound there in two days time after packing and ensuring everything on the Express itself was ready to be left while he, March, and the Trailblazer were down on the Luofu and Welt and Himeko were off with their own research stop for the Herta Space Station.

Jing Yuan's plan to leave the additional invitation in the Parlor Car unnoticed had gone off successfully, and it was Dan Heng who came in by himself after going back through just a few more Archive records to ensure he had as much of the databank updated before he was gone for a few weeks.

The dragon alone had been enough of an indicator that the contents of the envelope were meant for him. Even with the other Express members being aware of his being a Vidyadhara, none of them had a connection to dragons in any way like he did. So opening the letter and seeing the words meant for his eyes scrawled out, as soon as Dan Heng was done reading his phone was being pulled out of his pocket so a response text message could be sent that would at least get there before he did so Jing Yuan knew that the invitation had been received.

text: [ I'm happy to accept this additional invitation. Getting to see something else from home that I've yet to see will be a nice way to spend some of the time down there. ] @noctether

[draconicfool]

"The rumors-?" He tilted his head slightly at that. Not quite registering at first what the other was talking about. And then there came a soft laugh from the High Elder's lips. "Oh! I suppose I've never been particularly subtle about it, so I was unaware it was some sort of rumor amongst the other ships." For a High Elder to have a child was more unheard of than a vidyadhara to in general. Because there were duties to attend to. There were responsibilities. And yet, given the way he worked anyway, he at least always made time for her. He knew that there were certain things he couldn't talk about. Even despite his brain working a little differently, he was aware at least of those social constructs. Of the rules which kept them bound despite all else. "She is my everything, really. The things I learn, I do so hoping that she will have a wonderful life ahead of her."

The smaller male gives a nod as they walk step in step. Listening intently to the reasoning. "Ah, I suppose that I'm not the best for such things. 'Teasing' isn't a strong suit of mine." But suppose there was something to be said about being straightforward at least. For sometimes that unhindered directness could be just as flustering. Even if he'd never understand that he had made someone flustered. There's a soft laugh that leaves the smaller as they continue on their way. Taking another bite and putting a hand over his mouth to try and keep from giggling. It's just very cute, he thinks. He can see how it would catch people off guard, at least. Why it would be an attraction for tourists. "It's very fun, I think~. Not to mention the way that it tastes. These two things mixed together certainly add a reaction that would make people want more, I think-. Sorry, I'm- going too in depth even on just what makes food appetizing."

“So, the rumors were true…” Of course, Shoi-Ming must know the rumors about his person, probably facing open criticism from the Preceptors as well. Jing Yuan doesn’t have to hide that he has heard them— not like Shoi-Ming would believe him, anyways. Thus, he may just be honest. “It makes me glad on your behalf that this child of yours brings you happiness.” Vidyadhara cannot have their own offsprings, so the next best action is certainly adoption. The thing is that due to their positions, they can’t show favorability towards someone without getting criticized in return. Jing Yuan himself got it, and Yanqing was taken is a disciple instead of Yuan’s adopted son— even though he feels like this is their real relationship.

In any case, that explanation was satisfying, and Jing Yuan merely smiled and waved off the apologies. “Worry not; I’d just use it to tease General Huaiyan a bit the next time I got to see him. But since that’s the case, I suppose I’ll have to find another source.” Jing Yuan is a close friend of Huaiyan, having met the General back in the day Baiheng was still alive. Attentive golden eyes watch as the High Elder finally bites on the food, and his reaction is priceless. The General brings his hand to cover his own mouth, trying to keep himself calm— but he’s somewhat impressed by how bright Shoi-Ming’s smile is. “Haha, I see that you like these.” He bites his own, chews on it, and then keep talking while walking forward. “They are made with songlotus, and the song is preserved within. It’s one of the biggest attractions in terms of food in the Luofu.”

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yingxing watched jingyuan with his weapon. he was good to leave this behind, and the fact that all borisins may be brought to their deaths with his own creations. he was satisfied with the knowledge he'd partake in the wars even long after he ceased to exist, but a part of warm arms reminded him that the time was not yet upon him. "i hope you don't, you fierce little lion. keep it close to you." little was a joke, jingyuan was almost a giant, but he was much like a lion. just as fierce and fast, but also as majestic with golden bright hues. jingyuan was indeed a very beautiful man, manly, grown up.

he was surprised for jingyuan to hide his face against his neck, but wrapped his arms around him nonetheless. if he wanted to indulge in this affection, then yingxing was more than happy to give it back to him. he was no stranger to wanting to feel a steady bond, to have a companion, maybe even a lover. someone to hold onto at night, to brush his hair, to whisper sweet nothings, to snuggle up to in cold nights, to kiss... and to love, without any sort of restrain. to let carnal greed reign.

"just as much as you are my treasure, jingyuan." he reached up to pat the man's unruly mane, soft flocks of white hair. "wield it well, defeat all your enemies and return to me. to us."

oh, right, he shouldn't let that greed and need show. he'd only make this pure radiant man unhappy.

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"you've pounded into me like a wild lion." jingyuan was truly happy that the man stayed over. it was obvious by how he kissed him, how much he buried himself into the swordsman over and over again, until very late night before they fell asleep next to each other and when he heard the man's voice, ren didn't even bother opening his eyes. it was way too early, even if his back still hurt a little, which totally did not mean that he didn't highly enjoy all that they had done. it was more than lovely. jingyuan made him feel like there was something good to this life of eternity. it gave him meaning again. he could even connect a lot more with his hunter companions.

had he even slept? he wasn't sure, but jingyuan was full of energy. oh well. he did ask to brush his hair once, that much he could not deny. sitting up slowly, he accepted the brush and gently led it through that unruly mane of the general. he was all too much like a lion, but he did give it his best to not hurt jingyuan and to make his hair look good and to also tie it up like he usually did, but it was difficult to do on another person, so it looked quite a bit clumsy. "now... can we get back to bed."

he dropped back down. "or... what are your plans for today, big lion?"

[mamoritxi]

"i  am  certainly  not  unaffected,  but...  what  exactly  did  my  friends  pay  for..."  ren  raised  an  eyebrow,  not  sure  if  he  wanted  to  know.  did  all  of  this  entail  more  than  a  private  dance?  some  touching?  the  student  had  never  thought  about  going  to  such  an  establishment,  much  less  to  pay  for  someone  working  here.  he  just  hadn't  been  interested.  his  studies  always  came  first.  ren  didn't  even  know  when  he  last  used  his  hands  on  himself.  it  was  simply  because  he  never  had  to  in  the  first  place.  he  was  the  nerd  behind  thick  rimmed  glasses.  nobody  but  his  fellow  friends  cared  about  him  and  they  only  cared  because  they  were  all  otakus,  nerdy  shut  ins.  ren  ever  so  often  did  catch  a  glance  at  boys  love  mangas,  but  he  strayed  away  from  straight  on  yaoi.  never  in  his  life  did  he  even  think  of  touching  another  man  or  have  one  dance  for  him...

such  fucking  soft  pecs.  he  wanted  to  touch  them,  massage  them,  just  straight  up  feel  them.  how  could  someone  be  so  well  built?  ren  was...  not  this  impressive  despite  his  training.  he  was  on  the  slim  side,  always  had  been.  if  he  had  such  a  body,  people  and  especially  other  boys  may  have  even  looked  at  him.

whole  night?  ren  stared.  what  did  that  mean?  ENTIRE  NIGHT.  he  looked  down  at  himself.  no  way  this  one  was  gonna  dance  for  him  the  entire  night.  the  student  could  feel  his  cheeks  heating  up  beyond  what  he  deemed  to  be  healthy.  feeling  the  other's  skin  beneath  his  hand  as  the  dancer  guided  him  across  his  front  very  effectively,  he  couldn't  help  wondering  what  the  hell  the  strap  was  for?  he  pulled  at  it  once,  but  then  let  go,  not  sure  what  to  do  with  it  or  with  himself  in  this  entire  situation.

eyes  were  distracted  by  the  other  man's  hand  so  close  to  his  crotch  before  he  got  off  to  spin  on  the  pole.  oh  god,  what  did  they  buy  for  him??  nonetheless  did  he  catch  the  gilet  and  came  a  bit  closer,  just  watching  this  man  do  his  thing.  he  had  such  pretty  golden  eyes,  such  a  well  structured  strong  and  muscular  body,  yet  he  was  fairly  flexible.  also  long  unruly  hair  that  made  him  look  really  majestic...  he  could  understand  how  popular  this  one  must  be.  he's  freaking  hot.

"punishment?"  ren  tilted  his  head  curiously.  what  kind  of  punishment?  what  for?  touching  him?  he  took  a  step  back.  he  was  too  gorgeous  not  to  at  least  touch  him  once. / @noctether

Ren is so cute that it makes Jing Yuan giggle. It’s a bit unprofessional of him, but he plays it cool, as if it wasn’t a reaction that shouldn’t be here. After all, this is something done when you want to have fun, is it not? The man stops dancing for a moment, hands still carding Ren’s face and pressing him to Yuan’s chest. A glance around and he can see the man’s hands flexing, clearly itching to touch. “Mm, I think I’d be very disappointed if you were to be unaffected.”

Jing Yuan moves to sit over Ren’s thighs; he’s already straddling the man, but now he lets his weight over these thighs, hands gripping his knees to steady himself as he leans backwards. “But, ah, the whole night is a bonus— a present for your graduation, from yours truly, if you will.” He’s shameless enough to wink, before picking one of Ren’s hands and setting over his skin. Jing Yuan’s clothes don’t really cover his chiseled abs or his chest, and also leave his arms visible. He’s wearing a gilet, which is open to show off his assets, alongside leathered pants. There’s also a strap attached to his chest, but he doubts that Ren’s going to bother with this. Though, maybe, he can put it on him? Who knows.

Jing Yuan flexes his muscles to let Ren’s hand feel it, slowly guiding that hand down from his chest to his abs, stopping just a bit before his crotch. That’s also when the man slips off Ren’s lap, the change of music reminding that his time teasing the man is gone and he should actually put on some work. Before he starts spinning on the pole, Jing Yuan throws his gilet off his shoulders. “Do you think you can hold it for me? I’d love to see you coming up-close, you know. Though, if you really can’t help it…” An ominous smile spreads on his face, and he laughs, “I suppose I’ll have to punish you.” With that, Jing Yuan grabs the pole and begins his performance.

[tragedicn]

[ SHAVE ]: Dan Heng sits in Jing Yuan's lap so he can carefully shave the last of Jing Yuan's stubble from his face.

@lightning-etc-lord

            their breathes mingle with on another  ,  silence encompases the both of them and the only sound was clothes rustling  .  dan heng had a finger hooked beneath jing yuan's chin  ,  tipping the other's head back just a bit as he gently worked the blade over the male's skin  ,  scraping away hair and cream from the general's skin  .  an intimate and quiet moment as their bodies pressed close  ,  jing yuan baring his neck to dan heng and allowing the dragon to hold a blade to his skin  .  handing over complete control to dan heng  ,  jing yuan's eyes are shut and his hands loose on the vidyadhara's waist to help steady dan heng  .

            with utmost focus  ,  dan heng doesn't want to accidentally nick jing yuan and had shushed the general early on when the man tried to speak . . . to a point where jing yuan finally conceded and gave up trying to conversate  .  dan heng carefully manipulates jing yuan's head  ,  making sure he has gotten all the spots  before shifting to lean back and properly sit upon the general's lap  ,  having been hovering over jing yuan's lap the entire time . . . relief comes as a soft sigh  ,  his thighs will surely ache later from the exertion  ,  the shaving blade is abandoned to the small table next to them as dan heng reaches further to grab a towel and his balance shfits  .

            a soft gasp as he nearly falls off  ,  if not for jing yuan's quick reflex to draw him back  ,  tugging the archivist back against his chest  .  pressed closely now  ,  dan heng looks down upon jing yuan's golden eyes and flushes at how close they are  .  he spent the entire time trying to maintain a respectable distance  ,  but now that they're so close  ,  he can't help but to be conscious of this . . . a towel in his hand  ,  he coughs softly  ,  ❝  i need . . . to wipe your face  ,  ❞  he averts his gaze  ,  quickly smothering jing yuan's face with the moist towel  .

[mamoritxi]

"you're  a  freaking  tease,  aren't  you?"  ren  was  about  to  burst.  he  wanted,  no,  he  needed  the  other's  cock  inside  of  him.  he  wanted  to  know  what  he  felt  like,  all  that  yingxing  had  felt  before.  he  wanted  his  size,  he  wanted  to  feel  every  little  vein,  he  wondered  if  it  would  hurt  a  little,  but  also  how  good  jingyuan  could  make  him  feel.  his  mara  was  yearning  for  it,  ren  could  feel  it  boiling  inside  of  him  and  the  only  hint  was  that  he  kept  leaking,  drops  of  pre-cum  rushing  down  his  shaft  rather  steadily.  he  kept  his  gaze  on  jingyuan's,  adoring  his  features  or  how  awfully  sexy  he  looked  with  his  cum  covering  the  lion's  lips.  his  dick  was  twitching  with  pure  need,  toes  curling  a  little.

"no,  w-wait,  what  are  you---jingyuan---"  ren  whines  pitifully  when  his  hips  are  lifted  off  the  table.  he  can  see  the  other's  eyes  and  hair  for  a  moment  longer,  probably  staring  at  his  soft  hole,  it  was  indeed  squeezing  around  nothing  and  he  couldn't  help  it,  the  attention  was  new,  weird,  he  wanted  to  crawl  away  but  was  reminded  of  jingyuan's  hands  on  his  legs  and  before  he  even  knew  what  happened  he  felt  something  wet  at  his  entrance,  trying  hard  to  keep  his  hips  up  just  like  his  lover  told  him  to.  "jingyuan---yuan,  yuan,  what  the----"  he  groaned  loudly,  hands  reaching  to  hold  onto  the  edge  of  the  table  as  he  whimpered,  unable  to  withdraw  from  the  pleasure,  that  soft  wet  muscle  invading  him.  it  was  good  though,  it  felt  so  nice,  made  him  hope  jingyuan's  dick  would  be  just  as  great.

he  just  couldn't  wait  to  feel  it  inside  of  him.  to  know  it  was  jingyuan  doing  all  these  things  to  him.  "please,  more,  jingyuan,  please,  i  want  to  feel  you.  your  dick,  please,  you're  driving  me  insane---f-fuck,  jingyuan,  come  on..."  it  was  a  mix  of  whining  and  whimpering,  moans  squeezed  in  between  words  as  he  almost  came  undone,  droplets  of  cum  gathering  at  the  tip  of  his  dick.  "fuck  me..."

Because he’s the kind of man to gets off on his partner’s sounds of pleasure, Jing Yuan could spend hours just donning on Ren’s body. Knowing each nock and crane, each place that makes him wither and moan. He has a deep urge for knowledge, and when it comes to Ren, he needs to know if the same spots that he remembers so vividly are still as sensitive as it used to be. Same body, after all. And the amount of knowledge excites him; he has always loved to make Yingxing come undone with teases, so, to have a man like Ren doing the same is enough to keep the flames in his heart burning even though he feels his dick going to burst within his pants.

Oh, what Jing Yuan wouldn’t do to have something to rut against… but perhaps that’s for the better, because he’d certainly lose himself to the rhythm and get himself off even before he has the chance to push into Ren.

“Mm, ‘m sorry” says the General, both looking and sounding not apologetic at all. He gives a few more kitten licks on Ren’s tip, then ends the contact with a kiss. Yuan’s lips glister with Ren’s pre-come, and he makes a point of licking them, getting all with his tongue. “You just make such pretty sounds, Ren. I can’t control myself.” Yes, he’s apologizing for being such a tease. And using the moment to place the blame into Ren. Not like the black haired will have much time to think anyways, because afterwards Jing Yuan finally dives in for his praise: he pulls Ren’s hips out of the table, holding the man with such a strong grip that he certainly won’t slip. It would be optimal to have Ren in other position, with his chest to the table, but Jing Yuan wants him to watch.

His mouth finally trails down its kisses, placing them over Ren’s testes first, humming softly before he goes past it. There, Jing Yuan raise Ren’s legs even further, licking his way lower. “Keep your hips up for me, Ren.” Last words before his tongue lavishes the hole right in front of him, tip pressing to the puffy rim, rounding it with slick. Ren’s so thigh that it takes a few attempts for his tongue to wiggle its way inside, but Jing Yuan is a patient man, and he doesn’t mind the wait anymore.

[draconicfool]

"Ah, well usually when I go to the Zhuming it's for a specific purpose, so taking the time to eat is not always on my priority list." He shakes his head with a soft laugh, brushing part of his hair behind his ear. Thankful for the previous topic being left behind. "The girl that I've adopted as my own lives there, you see. So I tend to spend all my time I can when there with her and we eat meals that we prepare together rather than anything that gets sold at a food stall. I've had- what one can call the more traditionally made dishes, but not that of the street vendors. Suppose I could've specified a bit better. My apologies, I get so carried away sometimes."

Others may find it odd that a High Elder had taken a child on as their own, but really he didn't think too much on that front. Splitting his time the way that he did became a sort of juggling act, but one he did gladly. Still, he'd look over the dumpling for a moment and giving a little nod as he watched Jing Yuan's demonstration. So he bites into the treat and then jumps slightly, a hand going over his mouth. The corners of painted lips turns up into a bright smile before he swallows and starts to giggle. "Oh- that's so cute-!"

Dragons as evil creatures are stories for different paths. Destruction and Finality, likely. Jing Yuan can understand them, because they face things others cannot. He’s also well aware that the trades with other worlds eventually will shape new customs in each ship. He wonders if Bailu and Dan Heng— Dan Feng, too— ever got to hear these stories. He hopes that they didn’t, especially Bailu. Shoi-Ming seems to have a big aversion to these stories, so it is better to change topic, and thus Jing Yuan lets it die. He does smile and nods when the other speaks about freedom of choice, though he doesn’t totally agree with it.

“Oh?” Some surprise flashes his features when the younger tells him that he hasn’t eaten anything from beyond his own ship, which likely means everything he ate in the Zhuming was from the Yuque. “Didn’t Huaiyan show you the courtesy of the Zhuming?” Fairly enough, the Arbiter-Generals are busy people, and Huaiyan even more so. “In any case, you can eat these pretty much as you would with a sandwich.” Jing Yuan brings his own to his lips, mimicking how to take a bite. He doesn’t take a bit of his own, though, waiting for Shoi-Ming to try first. Why so? Because these dumplings are pretty special— and when you eat it, they make a crispy laughing sound. Jing Yuan wants to see Shoi-Ming’s reaction to it.

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he was aching for jingyuan's touch, for his lips, his body, his skin, his everything. he could understand yingxing a lot better now. the feeling was intoxicating, how lovely these lips felt against his own, so soft and sweet, yet fierce. he could lose himself in the feeling of the general's lips. perhaps it were the feelings his former self held for the man, silently wondering how they became to be a couple, how often they indulged in such acts. a hand gently raised to land on jingyuan's cheek, cradling his face in the most tender of ways while his pants were straining, his arousal leaking. he was already fully jingyuan's and couldn't even deny it, his body was most obvious about ren's feelings. he didn't even dislike jingyuan, never did really. he may had been out for vendetta but that was not against jingyuan. the man even freed him and to this moment he didn't understand why. why leave a sinner go, perhaps it was a rather egoistic sort of reason.

"all of you," ren repeated, rather impatient. it had been... perhaps centuries since he felt another human touch, the warmth of someone else, such a connection. he didn't think it was possible, that thre would be a time someone would invite and welcome him, take him out into the garden and do all of these things to him with the stars as their only witness. never had ren expected anything of this, but perhaps he had been hoping for something deep within that ren could not distinguish for he never considered having such feelings.

he gave jingyuan the lead, made no competition, let his tongue be sucked on and moaned against the other's lips rather shamelessly. he was needy, he was starving, he had no will to put up a fight or demand domination, maybe a part of him enjoyed someone else taking the reigns, but he soon lay back down, hooded eyes looking down at jingyuan at what these lips were doing to his body, how his tongue played with his belly button and whimpered softly when his naked erection was grabbed, slick smeared across the head.

the red on his cheeks grew worse, hearing jingyuan spit out all of these compliments. gorgeous? him? a million scars, tired eyes, mara struck body? was he truly what jingyuan said? "that's not---yuan---" he wanted to retort something, but it remained stuck and instead he moaned softly, lips falling open with how wonderful it felt to have jingyuan's lips around one of his nipples. his cock was twitching wildly, feeling neglected. ren needed more, impossibly more.

eat him? ren's eyebrow was raised a little, but in the end he didn't question it, only looked into these hungry golden hues, goosebumps spreading across his body like wildfire, all in anticipation of what he'd do to ren. "what are you..." he tried to use his elbows for support, sitting up slightly but that tongue on his dick was distracting, head falling back at how awful a tease jingyuan was. "jingyuan.... please don't make me wait."

To say that Jing Yuan was surprised with the kiss would be underestimating Ren’s power over the General. It was such a sweet, soft contact, that it felt much more like a lover’s kiss than the situation they were currently at. Of course, Jing Yuan gave back just the same amount, with enthusiasm behind each movement. He tried to express his feelings through that kiss, to show Ren just how much he wanted him, needed him. It was slow and careful, methodical, carrying concealed desire wrapped in love with each swipe of his tongue. He really hoped that Ren would feel his love, even though he knew that keep his hopes up wouldn’t result in anything particularly good for him. But this, how Ren reacted when Yuan’s mood dropped— it seemed so much like he was worried for Jing Yuan instead of only trying to get their sexual exchange to progress.

A hum was all what Ren got back from his apologies, but Jing Yuan’s face did have a tint of color on it, the hint of a smile back to his lips. Ren kissed him like a lover, and this was something that Jing Yuan didn’t expect at all yet welcomed wholeheartedly.

Things changed when Yuan requested that Ren begged for him, because Ren just laid there, atop the table, still looking very much like a meal. Jing Yuan could feel his hardness, and it was so terribly irresistible… but he really wanted to hear Ren asking for it. However, as time went on and Ren kept trying to avoid him, Jing Yuan decided that maybe he had gone too fast after his reward. He could also have Ren begging a bit more in front, when he’s already inside—

All thoughts stopped with the sudden movement of the black haired, golden eyes widening slightly in surprise. Then Ren spilled his begs, and oh, Jing Yuan is just a man. “I will,” he breathes out, grabbing Ren’s face with one hand. Yuan approaches Ren’s lips with his own, not kissing him just because he wants to keep talking. “I’ll make you feel me. All of me, Ren. All of what I have to offer you.” He’s talking about much more than just his dick. Finally, Yuan kisses Ren again, this time different than that sweet kiss Ren gave him. It’s claiming, needy, and heady. Jing Yuan sucks Ren’s tongue inside of his mouth, tilts his head for some breath, and then dives right back in, tongue dancing as it guides Ren’s.

While this exchange goes on, Yuan’s hand had made it into Ren’s pants. He gripped Ren’s cock with a steady and strong grip, feeling him up. His thumb pressed against the wet slit and the General moaned on Ren’s lips; he wanted a taste. “You’re so wet for me.” That man licks Ren’s lips, and then slowly drags Ren back to be lying on top of the table. Jing Yuan goes down on him, placing open mouthed kisses down his throat and cleavage. By the time his hand starts to move, spreading that slick from Ren’s slit down to his shaft, Yuan’s mouth is already on Ren’s chest, placing a peck on these pecs he could just admire before. “Gorgeous,” Yuan murmurs, bewitched. “You are so handsome, Ren.” He loves how strong Ren is, how his muscles bulge from him. He loves Ren’s chest, his thick waist, his strong hips. Jing Yuan licks the nipple into his mouth and sucks, just enough to be felt. He will play with them later, when he has some more reason in his mind.

“I’ll eat you,” says the General when his mouth reaches Ren’s belly button. He had licked his way down there, and dipped his tongue inside, loving the reactions he could take out of Ren. His hand was still leisurely holding Ren’s hardness, and it didn’t take long until Jing Yuan was placing kisses on the base of the shaft, kissing a trail up to the head, and menacingly licking the slit. But that wasn’t his goal at all. No, he wanted something else, something more intimate. Ren’s legs are set atop his shoulders and Jing Yuan looks at him with hunger into these golden eyes of his. He’s really going to eat Ren— and oh, Ren’s going to love being devoured.

[draconicfool]

Shoi-Ming's own duties are at the forefront of his priority list, not that one would be able to tell. Not with the way that he travels in search of answers to the questions that always seem to come up. He's got journals upon journals of answers, too. And often it's those journals that his own Arbiter-General questions. If the knowledge he accrued could be of any help. And he was always far too happy when it did. Then, there's a soft laugh at Jing Yuan's words and he's nodding gently. "I do suppose that is true! Not every descendant of Long is gentle or sweet. But that is true of most people, too. Even the Xianzhou Natives and the Foxians." he purrs with a little nod.

"The paths which we walk are ours to choose, regardless of if it is following after an Aeon or simply one we tread in our lives. Everyone has that freedom and I find that quite beautiful." Perhaps that was a bit on the philosophical side. But as someone who follows the Wisdomwalker as earnestly as the Hunt, can one really blame him? No, he thinks it quite makes sense. And he'd follow in step with the other, his tail wagging absently. "I see, that certainly makes sense. I have not had the pleasure of trying food on any ships other than my own." A small nod given as Jing Yuan lists each thing off. It sounds quite lovely. Maybe he'll have to look into that while he's here, too. As the general hands over one of the soup dumplings, he gives a little nod. "Ah- I see, I'll do my best to remember that-. I actually...have never had one of these before. Is there a specific way I should eat it?"

Sometimes, Jing Yuan Wonders how would be to share the responsibilities of his ship with the High Elder— the Imbibitor Lunae. Mons Grandis may be in a search to placate their curiosity, but he’s still helping around the Arbiter-General of the Yuque. It’s something that Jing Yuan never had— the Preceptors, who should shoulder his burden, just bring more trouble, and Bailu is too young. Dan Heng was exiled… yet here in front of him stands another High Elder, much different yet extremely equal to Imbibitor Lunae. Jing Yuan smirks, knowing, when the other speaks about the evil dragons. “Your descendance isn’t filled only by flowers,” he ends up saying, casting a glance down to the petite Vidyadhara.

It is true that all Vidyadhara are dragons, but Long the Permanence had untold number of children. The Vidyadhara is just one species amongst the lineage of dragons to come from the Aeon. “But I believe that each individual should be able to walk their own path. Be it to the good, or to the evil.” As the High Elder links his arm with Yuan’s, the General smiles softly and begins to walk. He points out the first stall, with wrapped soup dumplings that smell amazingly. “Each ship has a different variety of fields. The Luofu sometimes import things from other ships, but we have a fairly self-sustainable system. Rice, dumplings, meat… the ship is big enough to have farming spheres, though they stay more at the corner, leaving the people to live in the center.” Yuan buys them two big dumplings, both filled with meat. He hands one to Shoi-Ming with a warning, “they are pretty hot, so be careful.”