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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."

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            ❝  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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            ❝  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.

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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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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.

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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?"

[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.

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            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  .

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imagine being gifted a private dance, at such an establishment. ren couldn't have imagined. he was a model student, broody and closed up, but his grades were excellent and his reputation was flawless. he was certainly called a teacher's pet before but to become successful one had to firstly graduate with flying colors, then he could perhaps start something that would go down in history. what exactly that was, he didn't really know yet but he wanted to create something ever lasting, even if it was just a well used app all over the world. he was good at coding, also majored in web design and often wore thick rimmed glasses just to keep people away from him but his dumb nerd friends thought it was funny if they took those off of him and place him in this... club? he didn't even know. on his own accord he would have never come here, but oooh well. that man was an astonishing sight for sore eyes,

he was like a lion, so well trained, so majestic. he could use his body well, clearly great at using his body and it did make sense why he worked here and why he worked this job. it was perfect for him, like he was meant to entertain people, maybe... even more but, ren was not going to ask. he was... hopefully not meant to talk at all. he'd probably say something dumb or worse; embarrass himself.

a whole night? they paid for a whole night? oh. OH. ren tried to muster a smile. "h-hey. yeah... my friends, they're... great," ren explained and was so smooth he wanted to hit himself. but if those arms weren't awfully distracting, then what else were they? he risked a look, watched those veins bulge, those muscles on clear display.

it wasn't even that ren wasn't well trained, but his body was built rather differently. sometimes he thought it was a shame, but such broad shoulders probably didn't suit him.

he couldn't take his eyes off the rest of his body either. god, maybe he should have just jerked off prior to all this. just to let go of the incredible amount of arousal he felt right now just being way too close to his man.

but what would those pecs feel like---no, ren, focus.

focus on what exactly?? the way those hips moved so sinfully? how he pressed his abs against his chest? how that skin felt? or how his head was so rather strongly pressed against the man's pecs? and yes, they did feel good. he wanted to get his hands on him, but he didn't even know all that was allowed here, so... he sat there, looking up curiously.

"you know how to make anyone go insane, don't you? if i pop a boner, would i need to be embarrassed?"

he wouldn't be the first one to be horny, right? but all of this was new to ren. he had never explored his needs and wants. he barely ever laid a hand on himself. he would be the most embarrassing virgin ever. maybe he should let jingyuan know he wasn't worth his time.

@weltenwxndler | Modern!JingRen

It’s pretty obvious that Jing Yuan enjoys his job. He likes the attention, thrives in it. The thing that he likes the most, however, is to watch pretty boys going insane because they didn’t know they would like it. Just like what’s happening right now.

“Hi,” greets the dancer, a charming smile on his lips. He ignores the pole on behalf of approaching the man, setting both hands over the couch he’s sitting, effectively trapping the man between his exposed arms. “Someone very nice got you a night with me.” He has heard that the man graduated from his course, and Jing Yuan is experienced enough to know what to do. Fairly, he was there to dance only, but looking at how pretty the man is… maybe he can allow some more.

Jing Yuan is dressed only in a pair of black leathered clothes. It’s a mix of jeans and leather, though, so he looks more wild than slutty. His hair is gathered in a high ponytail, soft locks fanning his face. He approaches Ren with a smirk, almost allowing their lips to touch before his head dips lower, taking a whiff of Ren’s perfume. “Let’s dance, pretty boy?”

The music starts not much long after. Jing Yuan climbs atop Ren, moving his thighs and hips to the rhythm of the music, slow and sensual. He’s basically rubbing his abs on Ren’s chest, pressing Ren’s head against his pecs and using one hand to tilt the man’s chin upwards, so they can lock eyes. The grip is just a little stronger, a tentative to know what the other likes. Oh, Jing Yuan is going to have fun with this one.

[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.”

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ren looked down, watching jingyuan's sad expression. it was so vivid, looked so hurt and vulnerable. red orbs soaked up the other's feelings, did he... feel this much for him? no, for yingxing, but even his end would have come inevitably. the way he was now---he could be much longer around jingyuan---no, that was not his goal, but still. seeing those eyes look so hurt, he couldn't bear it. he grabbed the other's face, softly and gently cradling those cheeks before he leaned up to push his lips against the general's. it was nothing but sweet and tender, had ren's cheeks coated in a bright layer of red as he leaned back down, listening to jingyuan's pleas. it was like he was telling him there was more to living than pain and regret, than hate and misfortune, than all the things ren had been feeling for years now and when he looked at jingyuan he might even believed that. believed him. if he could hold his warmth so close to his body, perhaps this world wouldn't be so cold.

"sorry," ren murmured, didn't mean to make his lion sad. eyes fell closed, reminding him jingyuan wasn't his... yingxing was his steady companion and he would have to deal with his feelings and thoughts, but they were not one and the same person, even if their body was the same, just that ren looked like he had gone through endless wars judging by the scars that were left behind.

"hnngh---yuan---" ren groaned when their hips were pushed together again. the friction so bittersweet, had him twitch for more, hips bucking up to feel more of the other male. it almost distracted him from the general's teeth currently sinking into his skin, leaving marks all over him, lips sucking on his skin and it had ren toe his curls for a moment, unable to do anything to but receive all that jingyuan was willing to give until he stopped and a hand teased him through his pants. agonizing, knowing that if he did not beg, he'd not receive anything.

he looked at jingyuan for a very long moment, not saying a thing. ren did not beg. he never begged. he might have begged for his life when jingliu stabbed him with a thousand spears, but... to beg for something so intimate? to beg to be taken? to beg for jingyuan? ren's eyes were everywhere and nowhere, he couldn't. he just couldn't beg. instead he lay back down completely, just staring up at the ceiling.

beg. beg. beg. beg. beg. beg. beg.

the voice in his head was driving him crazy and he would like to know if that was part of himself or the mara becoming rather impatient. it was the same as in a battle, if he didn't kill, it just wouldn't shut up. what was the use of hanging onto pride that didn't exist anymore? wasn't he nothing but a tool and right now just a mess of wants and needs that all spelled jingyuan's name?

hands rested on his face, nails gently dragging down his cheeks before he sat up hastily, hands fisting into jingyuan's shirt. "will you please fuck me? please undress me, let me feel your hand, those lips, whatever it is you have in mind. please, want me the way i want you, please, push yourself deep into me, please stay there, don't just let me go again, please. you asshole----" he bit down on his bottom lip at the last insult.

making him beg like this, ren felt the blood boil beneath his skin. "making me do this, you're awful." he clung to the other man's shirt, staring into the other's eyes with his own glassy ones. "i want to feel you, jingyuan, just... please, make feel me feel you."

breathe new life into me.

It’s not new for Jing Yuan that Ren’s resolution lies on death. It was the fate they envisioned for Yingxing, and Jing Yuan was, and is, fully aware that it is an outcome for everyone. He even wonders when it will come for Ren, if he’ll still be alive until then or if this shell that once held Yingxing will eventually turn into just it: a shell, with any kind of ambition or desire gone, without a goal or a purpose. Death might be a better road for Ren, and Jing Yuan knows it, he really does— but accept it, think that this is all what they could have, it’s still too painful for the General.

Thus, he prefers not to think about it. Every time that Ren brings it up, he wants to shut Ren’s lips with his own, softly, slowly, and make him remember that being alive is not only pain and suffering. But Ren is doomed, something he did to himself, with some of Dan Feng’s and Jingliu’s help. Who he is, who he will become… it’s not much different when it comes to a dead man, is it?

“Don’t talk like that,” Yuan can’t stop himself when he says it, can’t help it. Pain flashes on his face, eyes downcast with hurt. “Please, not when I’m with you.” He doesn’t want to be reminded by Ren himself that this is going to end. It is enough to suffer when Ren’s not nearby, when he can have his mind back to think. Now, here, where Ren can fully get his focus, Jing Yuan would rather keep his mind set in this lust between them, in what they are doing. It sounds as terrible as he feels, he knows, but he needs it for himself. He’s not sure what will be left of him when he accepts that Ren is going to leave to never come back— and he doesn’t know where it will leave them at.

Hands splay over Ren’s abdomen, holding his hips, and helping him roll them against Yuan’s. “Just this,” whispers the General, eyes closed. “Let’s just do this. Focus only on this.” Yuan then bites down on Ren’s shoulder, hard. The next bite is placed on Ren’s neck, followed by a suction. His tongue laps at the mark, and Yuan goes down slowly, biting the white skin displayed like an offering. “I’ll mark you as mine, Ren.” He makes a point of not saying Yingxing’s name, something he’s been training secretly when no one is looking even since he saw Ren’s portrait as wanted by the IPC.

Finally back to focus, Yuan set a hand over Ren’s groin, holding the hardness he feels, caressing it right after. “Ask me for it, Ren.” Slowly, he opens the trousers, albeit keep it between his hand and Ren’s crotch. Jing Yuan wants to hear him beg.

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Shoi-Ming clears his throat with a soft attempt at regaining his posture after the little scare. For all his studies, he's still not quite good on the people front. Though, suppose that's why they don't really have him do any talking when it isn't something necessary. He can ramble for hours about sustainable farmlands and the status of the Fallow Earth. Yet, have him interacting with people? He would often be found floundering like a fish out of water. "The caretaker who raised me used to read me all sorts of fairy tales from other worlds. They've always been quite fascinating to me. Though, I can't say I enjoyed the ones where the dragons were villains, hah!" And then a sheepish look away. "That sounded childish, didn't it-?"

It's certainly no different than his own Arbiter-General, he thinks. Though perhaps their duties differ slightly given the Yuque's following of the wisdomwalker. Perhaps he'll never really be sure given there isn't much he can be told. "Ah, wonderful~. I feel rather lucky to steal away the Divine-Foresight for a time!" He stood now, amethyst eyes looking at the other's arm and then up and his face. And back down. As if thinking on what to do here. And then, he'd gently wrap his arms around the offered appendage and smile brightly up at Jing Yuan. "I have not yet, no. That sounds like a lovely idea~. I've heard the cuisine varies from ship to ship, so I'm quite excited to see what the Luofu has to offer!"

It’s pretty entertaining to watch Shoi-Ming jumping because of the scare. Jing Yuan does take his joy from playing with the people he has around himself, and harmless fun like this is one of his ways to go. Then the High Elder speaks about his likings in books, and Jing Yuan finds himself humming in agreement. “It’s a respite, I’d say. Although my own favorites are set in strategizing, books about fiction and re-interpretations of fiction are a fresh breath in the sea of paperwork.”

When told about the behavior of his Cloud Knight, Jing Yuan chances a look at the person, but doesn’t get anything out of them by looks alone. He’ll have to invite the Knight over to discuss what was talked about by Mons Grandis, likely. Said High Elder changes the subject of their conversation by himself, and Jing Yuan follows along with yet another nod and hum. “Your assumption is correct; while work for an Arbiter-General never truly stops, I should have the rest of the night to accompany you and reply to the inquires I’m able.” Jing Yuan raises one arm in offering, head tilting to the side slightly. “Have you eaten yet, Shoi-Ming? I’m very much starving, and we could begin your tour by the stalls close to us. What are your thoughts about this idea?”