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Caelus feels like he’s on fire.
Not in the literal sense, of course, he’s about 70% sure he’d be burned alive, stellaron and all, if that was the case.
No, Caelus feels like he’s on fire because Dan Heng felt divine . He closes his eyes as he sucks in a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the sheer heat surrounding him, barely stopping himself from instinctively moving from that warm, slick hole clenching and suffocating his cock, trying futilely to adjust to his size.
Caelus gently strokes the side of Dan Heng’s mark littered thighs, rubbing circles into purple bruises and feels their trembles increase as he presses just a bit harder into the teeth mark close to the curve of his ass. Dan Heng gasps, a puff of air escaping his lips, only for Caelus to force it back in as he dives in for a kiss. Just to be a bit more mean, he leans down, his cock pushing more and more into that heavenly warmth, and nips gently at the side of Dan Heng’s neck, which Caelus appraises proudly like an artist at their magnum opus, littered with bite marks and bruises near Dan Heng’s collarbone. Caelus considers it as payback for enticing him with how prominent it shows in Dan Heng’s skin tight outfit.
Dan Heng’s breath hitches, his pulse jackrabbiting under the tongue lapping at the ivory skin, as if trying to escape from its confines.
“Relax,” Caelus gets out between nips and bites, satisfaction curling in his gut at the whimpers that ensues, “I can’t hold back for much longer.” He groans, accidentally thrusting at the sudden clench, Dan Heng lets out a startled moan and it shoots straight to his cock, to the point he’s so hard it hurts .
“E-Easy for you to say.” Dan Heng pants out, with massive effort by the way he’s taking in air like he’s drowning under Caelus's suffocating weight, caged in on all sides and inhibitions gone, a vulnerability reserved for his eyes. “You’re too big.” Dan Heng huffs indignantly, glaring at him with teary red eyes and full bruised lips like a wronged maiden, as if that didn't just give him a boost of stamina enough to fuck him for three days and three nights, as if those weren’t the filthiest words Caelus has ever heard, as if the only thing between Caelus fucking into him with reckless abandon wasn’t his rapidly disintegrating self composure, as if it didn’t flatter Caelus’s ego so much he might as well be the second coming of Sampo Koski, and he says it with barely a tremble in his tone, the waiver in his voice completely attributed to Caelus being balls deep in his ass, as if Caelis being too huge was something life had bestowed Caelus just to mess with him.
Caelus is certain he's only heard of flattering words like these when they had to resort to drastic measures (read : run through Red Light Districts with burning faces) to escape capture (which was, as Caelus understood, very common when March or he was the one doing negotiations) and continue the Trailblazing expedition. He would've laughed at how March would trip and nearly fall on her face, if it wasn't for Dan Heng's grasp of her elbow, every time she turned to look for a sign only to be met with extremely vulgar depictions, or he would've teased Dan Heng on how many times he nearly ran into a dead-end, if it wasn't for Caelus holding onto the back of his jacket, because he refused to open his eyes, if Caelus himself didn't stop in his tracks, if it wasn't for March dragging him along, caught off guard every time he heard the holler of, 'I'm sure only your size could satisfy me~" or 'Do you have what it takes to take me on~?'
When they had to report back to the Express, they all unanimously decided to never speak of the Incident for the sake of whatever crumbling dignity they had, but with how March was spluttering some bizarre excuse of demons and temptations, Dan Heng staring into the distance, unresponsive to a concerned Welt and Caelus himself answering with monosyllabic 'Yes's and 'No's whilst avoiding eye contact with Himeko like his life depended on it, he's pretty sure they had a better chance convincing a Xianzhou native that Immortal's Delight contains the secrets of Yaoshi the Abundance than fooling Himeko with her cryptic smile as she stared, amused, at their antics.
Plus, it was only that, flattering words meant to inflate the ego of some rich, gullible customer.
So he didn't know whether he should laugh, cry or fix Dan Heng’s mouth filter for the sake of his sanity when he said it so fact like whilst having said dick in his ass, so he opted to kiss his stupid, stupid boyfriend on his swollen lips instead. He gazes, entranced, at the way pearlescent tears coalesce in his eyes, making them shimmer like pure jade; captivated at the way that his bangs stick to his sweat slickened forehead, somehow making him seem more ethereal than ever, the contrast of his pale skin against dark hair mingling just right to create the perfect monochrome; just a little bit in love, maybe a lot, at the way that despite being so overwhelmed, Dan Heng still stares at Caelus like he holds the stars in his eyes and Caelus is so, so far gone.
It’s clumsy, the way they slide against each other’s lips, breaths mingling together in a mix of passion and inexperience. Caelus slips his tongue across Dan Heng’s bottom lip, gently coaxing them to open for his entry, his hands roamed across the pliant body under him, gliding across the lithe but powerful muscles in his thighs, memorizing the ridges of his rib cage as they settle on his slim waist, clamping down like the claws of a monster caging their prey, and because he has seen and heard the way researchers at Herta’s Space Station stare at Dan Heng, like he was a newfound planet for them observe, to take apart, to claim as their own for finding the untouched grounds, he squeezes him just a bit tighter, enough that he can feel the way his fingers brush as they nearly enclose his (too) tiny waist, enough that there will be a bruise the size of his hands around them despite the fact that they will be covered when dawn arrives, enough that everyone knows that Dan Heng is his and no one will take him away, can take him away, when they realize that he’s reserved for Caelus and Caelus only.
(Because Caelus will fight, tooth and nail, biting and tearing everything in his way, to make sure he is never abandoned again; because he remembers purple hair and alluring voice becoming softer and softer until there was nothing but silence, the mechanical whirl of the space station his only companion; because Caelus remembers just being , floating amidst nothing, existing yet not, knowing aching emptiness until he is pulled out and met with something other than solitude, met with companionship , only for it be gone a moment after.
Because now he has the Astral Express, he has Pompom and March, he has Himeko and Welt, he has Dan Heng and he’ll make sure that no one can take them away. Not as long as the stellaron in his body still thrums with heat, energy and power . Not as long as the gentle warmth in their eyes as they gaze at him like he was one of their own, like family was still there. Not as long as he can move, fight or breathe will he be left alone again.)
After all, Caelus is a stellaron, a star , and he’ll make sure Dan Heng is always in his orbit.
He feels a feather light touch on his face, so soft and tender that he’s not surprised there are tears in his eyes. “Why are you crying?” Dan Heng asks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumb, careful not to poke him in the eye with his finger nails, a hand was stroking soothingly down his back in a repeating up and down motion, following the line of his spine like clockwork, and he feels enveloped in Dan Heng’s warmth, internally reveling in being so cherished, like there wasn't a ticking bomb inside of him barely restrained, waiting for the invisible fuse to light. There’s a worried look in Dan Heng’s eyes, his wrinkled brow urging him to smoothen it with his thumb, so he does, feeling the lines disappear under his touch, peppering his face with kisses.
"Nothing," He answers, even though they're both unconvinced, but unwilling to break whatever it is between them, be it tension or something else, something more restless “love you.” He finishes with a chaste kiss and starts moving, slowly, agonizingly slowly, pulling out from the tight warmth, feeling it twitch around his emptiness and then pushing in all at once, aiming to wipe the concern from his eyes.
He knows he succeeded when Dan Heng lets out a quiet whimper, one hand moving to grasp at the sheets like a lifeline, another trying to cover the sweet sounds coming from his mouth. Caelus pinches a perky bud admonishingly, earning him yelp as the hand covering Dan Heng’s mouth comes to slap him away. He pouts, jutting his bottom lip and making sure he looks just pathetic enough for Dan Heng to take pity on him as if Caelus wasn't currently towering over Dan Heng and crushing Dan Heng under his weight, “But I want to hear you.” He shifts slightly, causing another strangled sound from Dan Heng’s throat because Caelus really is too big , “Please?”
Dan Heng sighs exasperated, in an indulging owner of a hyperactive puppy way, instead of the usual, single parent of two gremlins way. He nods, hesitantly moving his hands to clutch at the sheets, white knuckle grip in anticipation. Caelus frowns slightly, knowing that his hands were bound to get cramped like that and Dan Heng’s whole schtick as the Astral Espress’s archivist kinda needed hands to do, well, archiving.
(Not legs though, so he’s free to go as rough as he wished.
He pointedly ignores the voice that sounds suspiciously like Himeko saying that Dan Heng was also the Astral Express's guard. Caelus can take over, briefly, maybe forever if he gets to do this more often. )
Mind made up, Caelus took ahold of both Dan Heng’s wrist, so dainty he’s nearly able to wrap them all up in his palm, and held them above his head, leaving him bare for Caelus’s eyes. Dan Heng squirms, trying to wiggle out of his hold, “What are you- Ah!”
Caelus pulls out until the tip is barely inside, no longer able to ignore the curling heat in his gut, and starts thrusting in a swift push, the sound Dan Heng made was going to keep him warm for days . He starts moving, slow at first, testing the waters of how much he can push, watches as Dan Heng hands struggle in the absence of purchase, as Dan Heng gasps each time Caelus bottoms out, toes curling at the way Caelus fills every crevice inside him and more , as Dan Heng tries to move with him, pushing back to Caelus’s thrust every once in a while when he’s not as affected by the rising heat in his stomach, as Dan Heng eventually keens when Caelus hits a certain spot, back arching into a beautiful curve off the futon.
“Cae-Caelus, wait- mn!”
He aims his thrusts at the spot, watching as pleasure filled tears line Dan Heng’s eyes, rolling like dew drops down his (in Caelus’s unbiased opinion) biteable cheek, his lips were bitten raw, an enticing red that shines with spit from futilely holding back his sounds, as he arches more and more at each slide of Caelus’s cock inside of him, invading each and every one of his senses, leaving him breathless, gasping for air and twisting in the confines of Caelus’s hand, his pleas incoherent until the only thing he could make out between deep thrusts was Caelus’s name.
Caelus leans down, still moving at a steady pace, pushing Dan Heng's trembling legs back until he reaches his limit, only to realize there was no limit , (note to self : revisit that thought later) groaning at the sudden tightening of Dan Heng’s ass at a hard thrust, and waits for Dan Heng to arch just a bit higher before taking a pert nipple into his mouth. He tightens his hold on Dan Heng’s wrist when he starts to twist away, rolling the bud between his tongue, his free hand giving the same treatment to the other neglected nipple, rubbing and twisting until Dan Heng starts shaking his head in oversensitivity, small whimpers leaving his mouth as he tries and fails to escape from Caelus’s attack.
“St-Stop, Caelus! Too much- ah!” Well as they say, it’s better to ask for forgiveness than for permission. With that in mind, Caelus continues his assault, drowning Dan Heng in an onslaught of pleasure, his moans rising into a higher crescendo, arching away from the merciless thrusts caused his swollen nipples to be toyed with until they were bitten red and raw, moving away from Caelus’s mouth was to be faced with Caelus’s indomitable size thrusting into him with reckless abandon, constantly hitting his prostate head on because he was just that huge . Like this Dan Heng was trapped, no room for him to move, only able to lay there and take the overwhelming pleasure assaulting his senses, his mind was a haze, eyes unseeing even if there weren't any tears clouding them, he's pretty sure the sounds coming out of his mouth were barely coherent, unaware that Caelus was going faster and faster because all Dan Heng was mumbling was a repeat of "Caelus, Caelus- mmh, Caelus!"
Caelus briefly lets up torturing Dan Heng to roaming his eyes appreciatively across the tear tracks running down his cheeks that glint in the light of the archives, idling pinching and rolling the other nipple to feel Dan Heng twist and turn, his hole contracting so hard everytime he pulls the bruised bud, making him so tight that Caelus has to slow down, just barely, he's not quite done with Dan Heng's adorably responsive and oh-so sensitive body just yet, so he doesn't come from the pulsing walls just begging him to paint them with his release.
There was a thin film of sweat lining Dan Heng's body and to Caelus's eyes, he sees him shimmer like the stars seen from Herta Space Station, (Serval says he's down bad, Caelus cannot refute) to be worshiped and adored, so he lays a kiss on each glitter that catches his eye, connecting his lips with every inch of this ethereal being under him, allowing him to touch when others could only admire, allowing him to pull when others could only push, allowing him to take and take and take , even when Caelus himself thinks its too much, he'd be invited with soft eyes and open arms that he knows as, 'I'm Yours.'
Caelus laves his tongue across the glossy skin, starting from the alluring collarbone littered with marks, feeling him shake and shiver with every thrust as saltiness lines his taste buds. He moves to the stiff nipples, tracing the areola in small circles, just barely brushing the perky buds, delighting in Dan Heng's strangled cries. He traces each rib with reverence, each crevice between lean muscle with awe, every rise and dip noted in red ink at the back of his mind, every area that causes Dan Heng to moan and whimper even in his hazy state carved into his soul for safe keeping.
Caelus watches as Dan Heng, unfaltering in the face danger; resolute in his convictions; kind underneath his indifferent facade; falter under Caelus's predatory eyes, make space for Caelus in his resolutions, twist and fold under Caelus's cruel hands.
Caelus watches as Dan Heng, swift and graceful with each attack; calm eyes alert to any danger; mind whirring a mile a minute to get them out of trouble; twitches sluggishly in his hold, cloudy jade eyes stare at Caelus with tears barely clinging to his eyelashes, mind stagnant and hazy in the fog of pleasure.
Caelus watches Dan Heng, the trust that flows from hazy eyes, faith that courses from captured wrists, the confidence that comes with being bent in half and bare.
Caelus watches Dan Heng and falls in love all over again.
He slows down his thrusts, leaving kisses down his sides, across his abdomen, on his belly button and lower, brushing against the tip of his neglected cock, red and leaking on Dan Heng's stomach, precum pooling below where they're connected. Caelus wraps his hand around Dan Heng's cock, feeling him jump at the touch as more precum covers his hand, allowing a smooth glide up and down, quiet gasps escapes Dan Heng's bruised lips like a private musical for Caelus's ears.
Caelus starts moving faster, feeling the way Dan Heng's hole contracts around his cock in tandem to each thrust inside his tight hole, the way sheer heat encases his dick perfectly like it was made to fit him. Caelus holds Dan Heng's cock in his hand, stroking in time with his thrusts, toying with the head as he fills Dan Heng up and stroking down when he pulls out.
Caelus could only gape in awe, like a lowly servant being graced with the presence of the divine, of a god , as Dan Heng reaches his climax, his jade eyes glowing under his eyelids like beacons in Caelus’s towering shadow, his small mouth forming into a perfect “O” as his body becomes taut like the strings of a violin under Caelus's playful fingers, back arching off the bed in a perfect curve, a shaky moan releases unrestrained from his lips, a sound so unlike Dan Heng’s usual, controlled self that Caelus feels justifiably proud to be able to drag it from his reticent mouth, ropes of white shooting from his cock and onto his stomach, painting his pale skin like the finishing touches of a masterpiece.
The best part of it all, his hole was a furnace, trembling, constricting, smothering his cock in its heat that, if Caelus wasn’t feeling particularly benevolent at the moment as Dan Heng tries and fails to stop his body from trembling from the aftershocks, he probably would’ve been akin to a wild, untamed beast as he plows into Dan Heng.
So, like the kind boyfriend he is, (he can hear Seelie gag in disgust) he pulls out slightly, half of him still inside that delicious warmth and stays as still as he can, which wasn’t particularly enough with the way Dan Heng would gasp and whimper at times, releasing the firm thighs under his press and the trapped wrist in his palm, massaging the hand-shaped bruises to help blood flow. He strokes Dan Heng’s sweat-streaked body to calm him down, rubbing soothing circle at his sides, feeling the way his body moves up and down with each quivering inhale and jittering exhale, idly tracing the bruises lining his body like marks of ownership, as if Dan Heng couldn’t break Caelus neck with his thighs right now and Caelus would thank him. He feels Dan Heng lightly tapping Caelus’s hand his in three successful notes, letting Caelus know that he only needs to wait a while longer before they can continue, and Caelus feels all the affection for his indulgent boyfriend overflowing like a too full balloon, raring to pop and cascade the love down Dan Heng at any moment, fondness filling his veins knowing that neither of them would mind and would return that sentiment tenfold.
In an effort to quell the bubbling happiness just under his skin, he traces Dan Heng’s lithe frame like clockwork, up and down the glossy skin, left to right on the lean muscle. It's when he's slightly off rhythm, large palm straying to his belly that he feels it and promptly flushes the remainder of what little sanity he didn't even realize he had left down the drain.
There was a bump protruding from Dan Heng’s stomach just above Dan Heng's softening cock, it was hidden under Caelus’s shadow the whole time, stretching what little skin there was around his lean stomach into a small curve. In a fit of raging lust, he shoves his cock fully inside Dan Heng’s slick hole, his cute yelp barely registering in his mind, trying to stopping himself from coming at the sight of the bulge becoming larger, rounding his smooth stomach more as if he was pregnant with a child, Caelus's child.
In the back Caelus's currently blue screening mind, he is certain Dan Heng won't be walking tomorrow, or the day after that, maybe a week, minimum, if he's feeling generous. (He is not)
Well, Gepard did say that he should try weight lifting if he's looking to build some muscle and he is absolutely sure that Dan Heng's weight would fit perfectly in his arms, Dan Heng might object but well, what can he do? Fly?
(Dan Heng will, in fact, fly to avoid being in Caelus's arms the whole day. Part worried for Caelus's stamina, (which Caelus has proved to be powered by Yaoshi themselves, thank you) part embarrassed for both their sakes (Dan Heng knows by now that embarrassment is not within his vocabulary). But all Caelus needs to do is look sad and lament the loss of the comforting weight of his boyfriend like a husband mourning the death of his wife and he knows Dan Heng will cave.
Is this manipulation? Maybe. Does he care? Not when he has an arm full of blushing Dan Heng hiding his face in his neck. Not even in the face of odd stares (Gepard), encouraging looks (Pela) or disgusted sneers (Seelie, the hypocrite, who Caelus has seen several times carrying Bronya in her arms.))
Caelus distantly hears his rationality trying to tell him that Vidyadharas literally cannot produce children, are cursed to live their lives without progeny in an endless suffering of reincarnation, although its screaming voice is slowly drowned in the tsunami of lust washing over his brain, filling him with images of Dan Heng, ethereal, beautiful, the picture of grace, rounded with a child Caelus put inside of him, his soft smile as he strokes his belly, his fond eyes as he invites Caelus to his side and feel their child kicking the smooth stomach like the fighter they were going to be.
He can hear Dan Heng say that he takes after Caelus with how the both them won’t let him sleep in peace with a teasing glint in his eye, a finger under Caelus’s chin, tilting his head up and leading him to soft, inviting lips, a lit giggle leaving Dan Heng’s when he moves away to see Caelus chasing after him for more.
He can feel Dan Heng’s guiding palm pushing Caelus to lay tentatively on his round belly, the little punches on his face and the soft strokes on his hair lulling him into a peaceful slumber in the hands of a family he created himself.
Caelus sucks in a sharp breath, covering Dan Heng’s stomach with his palm along the bulge, extending it just a bit more to encompass his small waist, “Dan Heng…” he presses down lightly, feeling the way the taut skin stretches around the outline of his cock, the way the velvet like walls press themselves together into a perfect glove of heat, relishing in Dan Heng's questioning glance turning into one of pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of his head, mouth open in a surprised gasp.
Caelus is sometimes unsure of his capabilities, being thrown into this world with the bare minimum of knowledge, self-consciousness, mortification and all, but he is absolutely 100% certain that if he doesn’t fuck Dan Heng into next week right now he will shrivel up into a dry prune and die of thirst, stellaron exhausted of power trying to keep him from exploding in pure desire to see Dan Heng pregnant with his child.
With his senses barely intact, he pulls Dan Heng’s boneless form off the futon, Dan Heng willingly being dragged along like a ragdoll, moving him to lay on Caelus front, his head on his neck, slowly filling Dan Heng’s tight, twitching walls with his cock for the sake of Dan Heng’s oversensitive body and Caelus’s last vestige of sanity. Dan Heng, half lucid and half in dream world, maybe, Caelus thinks he could appreciate it more if his mind wasn’t repeating a constant matra of breed him, breed him, breedhim- , scrambles for purchase with his hands on Caelus’s shoulders, trying to get Caelus to slow down, ah! W-Wait, please-
He feels deft fingers and trim nails scratch along his back, leaving red marks that the lingering pain tells him that they will be more prominent tomorrow, but he barely pays it any mind. Too caught up in Dan Heng’s glow, literally, as swirls of light, a navy the color of night, a silver the color of stars, surrounds his jet black hair, stretching them to cascade down his shoulders, reaching his lower back in a waterfall of silk and gloss, curtaining his svelte form like the sky does the moon on the stories he’s heard of planet Earth, the lights spiral around his jade eyes, turning them into pools of shining turquoise, what should’ve been serene and deep like a pond reflecting a star’s light now bubbling with overstimulated tears, pearlike and clinging to his eye lashes, giving his usual lovely irises an even more celestial glow.
He takes one pointed ear in his mouth, biting the soft tip and feels Dan Heng’s yelp and groan at the sudden shifting of his cock. The lights ripple and stream around Dan Heng’s body, uncovering iridescent blue scales along their path, he scratches a patch with his fingernail, feels Dan Heng tighten and shake.
Ah, they must be sensitive. Good to know.
What absolutely enraptured his attention though, was the two gleaming buds sprouting at top of his head, branching out like a tree before stopping once reaching the length of Caelus’s palm. Horns, he remembers Dan Heng saying, bestowed to those in the position of Imbibitor Lunae, a mark of power and maturity among their clan.
A kinky fucking clan they must be, in Caelus’s honest opinion, who wouldn’t look at them and wonder what it was like to touch them?
He releases a hand from Dan Heng’s waist, reaching to give in to the temptation to feel them, only to be cruelly denied by a hand slapping his away.
“Oww…” he throws a sullen, wronged look at Dan Heng, who was struggling to stay upright and still on his cock, moderately sensitive, like he wasn’t the one to fill Dan Heng up when he was still languid in his orgasm.
Dan Heng sighs, his whole body moving with his exhale, causing Caelus to jolt up into his hole at the breath fanning across his neck.
“Ngh- ” an admonishing bite at his neck, small and barely hard enough to leave a mark, makes him shiver, “What part of wait did you not understand? They’re sensitive.” Well, more ammo for him to use then.
Caelus wraps himself around Dan Heng’s thin waist and arms, pulling him towards his front, encasing Dan Heng within his embrace, much as he’d like to piston into him like a savage beast, he knows Dan Heng is still sensitive and would like to avoid being sent to sleep in his own room like a disgraceful husband who had wronged his wife, to claw at the doors whining for Dan Heng to forgive him because he is Awful, he is a Terrible Person, he will never recover from the slight he had done, he will repent for the rest of his life so please open the door or I will die, I will crumble, I am fading away as we speak-
Stop being so dramatic-
Dan Heng!!!
“Sorry, you just…feel so good,” he punctuates each word with a slight thrust, Dan Heng’s breathy gasp right next to his ears was a provocation he absolutely did not need but appreciated, shifting Dan Heng around on his lap, not quite moving just yet, but not quite idling either, making sure Dan Heng knows how full he is, “I…want to have a child with you.”
Now, Caelus expected a myriad of different responses to his brainless, lust-filled query, including, but not limited to, a firm “That would be physically and genetically impossible,” a concerned “Are you sure you’re okay?” an incredulous, “What fumes did you inhale in your trash can rummaging adventures?” a frigid, “Maybe we should stop here.”
Never, not in a million years, in his wildest most convoluted dreams or obscure bizarre fantasies, would he expect Dan Heng, rationality incarnate, possessor of the only neuron between him, March and Caelus, the pinnacle of look before you leap, think before you act, say, “Sure, what species?”
Caelus could only let out a dumbfounded “Huh?”
Dan Heng sighed, like he was miffed that Caelus couldn’t keep up, as if it was another one Caelus’s random questions about the ephemerality of life that he couldn’t help but ask even if it was the middle of the night, not the fact that Caelus has probably blasphemed the entirety of the Xianzhou Alliance by disrespecting the Vidyadhara clan’s entire no progeny, long life existence.
Dan Heng cleared his throat, red dusting his cheeks up to the pointed tips of his ears that, if those emerald green eyes were not taking up his whole attention, he’d be chewing on them like a chew toy, “I said, I could…potentially, carry your child.” he licked his lips, red and raw, drawing in Caelus’s attention like a moth to a flame. Dan Heng looked up beneath his eyelashes, the pearlescent tears giving them a unique shine that Caelus had to pinch himself to make sure that this wasn't a dream and the real him had been knocked out by Dan Heng the moment that stupid question came out.
“Vidyadharas are known to be barren,” Dan Heng continues, monologuing like he wasn’t still twitching on Caelus’s cock, “that is true.” Dan Heng starts running his hands across Caelus’s back and he feels something cool washing over the scratch marks, the lingering sting fading away in a sweep of chilly air. “We are unable to produce offspring due to being a self-reincarnating species, however,” he runs soothing hands apologetically down his back, somehow feeling bad for the marks despite Dan Heng himself looking as if he was mauled by a horny wild animal, Caelus has a very stupid boyfriend, Caelus is also very in love with said stupid boyfriend. “I have the power to breathe life, which is where my rejuvenating abilities stem from,” Dan Heng leans forward, placing a finger under Caelus’s chin to tilt him up, “reasonably, I should be able to bare your child,” Caelus is practically drooling when Dan Heng’s eyes gain a teasing lilt, transfixed at how his curtain like hair covers him in an aura void of color, making his unearthly eyes gleam like pools of moonlight, “No?” He finishes with a kiss of Caelus’s gaping mouth.
The only thought in Caelus’s mind right now, if there were to be any, besides unintelligible screeching, was I love him, I love him, Ilovehim-
The last thread of his restraint had been lost in history since 200 Amber Eras ago and he’s quite not sure why he still hasn’t fucked Dan Heng into next week so to rectify that, he pushes Dan Heng back onto the futon, his hair haloing his form now that it could reach his lower back, making him seem smaller, fragiler, like a too rough touch would shatter him into a thousand pieces. And though he knows that Dan Heng in this form is a thousand times stronger than he is in the other one, more powerful despite his lithe and agile build and delicate appearance, Caelus vows to protect him, refusing to see the bright light in his eyes to fade, refusing to see any marks on his body except for Caelus’s rough hands, refusing to see Dan Heng’s spark, reserved in its brightness but no less vivid in its intensity, disappear.
“I think our child would look very pretty,” he says, as he kneels, hands clamping around Dan Heng’s waist in a vice grip, palms reclaiming their spot on the purple hand prints, his head the only part of his body left on futon, weight entirely in Caelus’s hands. “Like you.” Dan Heng’s hair rolls down his shoulders, his sky blue eyes staring at him with so much love that he feels just bursting with it. “They’d be very good at fighting too.” he says, jerking Dan Heng’s ass up to Caelus’s hips, lining himself up to the quivering, slick hole, hiking shivering legs onto his shoulder, pale, ivory legs hangs behind a tawny back, a beautiful painting, Caelus thinks, but he wouldn’t let anyone see Dan Heng like this, a mess of tears, flushed red and trembling from pleasure. This was a private view reserved for Caelus’s eyes only.
“Maybe they’ll have your hair,” Dan Heng's interaction of “Wait- hold on a minute, Caelus!” not even registering in his mind as he plunges in one smooth thrust, already moving with mindless fervor with zero friction, absent with the juices of their love-making slicking Dan Heng’s now gaping slightly hole. “My eyes, I think they’d look lovely. Don’t you think so?” He absently notes that Dan Heng was struggling to find purchase, hands trying to grip on the sheets below him for something to hold onto, failing to do so at the overwhelming pleasure assaulting every sense, the cock bumping his prostate with every persistent drive in his convulsing walls, the hands relentlessly pressing down on the bulge reappearing and disappearing on his stomach, feeling his walls tighten unintentionally at the pressure until it was too tight and all he could see, hear and feel was Caelus’s cock plowing his insides, filling him up so full, too full.
Caelus feels Dan Heng’s budding orgasm with the way his walls convulse and narrow around his cock, his tired moans going more enthusiastic and louder, his body shuddering along with his thrusts. He presses down harder on the bulge around his stomach, watching as the skin stretches past its supposed limits to accommodate the huge appendage inside, Dan Heng moving his hands to stroke lazily around his cock, in time with the lunges into his velvet walls. His head throws back into moan, eyes closed and tearing in pleasure as he comes, white ropes streaking down his shuddering body as Caelus is still moving .
Dan Heng tries to twist away, pleas of “Five minutes, Caelus, pl- ngh- please” lost in the rising orchestra of overstimulated whimpers and whines, the pressure on his stomach was agony unintentionally making him tighten around Caelus, ramming unrelentingly into his limp body, slight tremors moving along his skin.
Caelus heeds neither of them any mind, only focusing on making sure Dan Heng is perfectly bred so the picture of little feet with black hair and gold eyes, or gray hair and emerald eyes becomes reality. He moves a hand to a patch of scales running down his side, roughly dragging down on them with the tip of his fingernails, the way Dan Heng convulses could only be described as heavenly , his whimpers music to his ears. He drags his fingers across the various iridescent blue scales covering his body, their shimmer tempering the red haze in his eyes as Dan Heng arches into his touch for more, arches away when it was too much.
As though the cerulean scales weren’t eye-catching enough, he drags his gaze to the horns, their glow lighting up a cyan halo amidst Dan Heng’s inky black hair. He circles the base of the horns, tracking the way tremors increase as he scratches at the tip of his left horn and presses the base of his right. Dan Heng tries to shrink away from the stimulation only to be met with rough pistoning hips below, deciding to just let Caelus do whatever he wants, unable to anything and unwilling to stop him anyway, he lays limp in Caelus’s hold, a sleeve meant for his cock, a plaything for him to toy with.
Caelus pulls Dan Heng onto his lap, his weight and gravity causing him to be fully sheathed onto his cock, Dan Heng whimpers in response to being filled so full too fast, laying bonelessly against Caelus’s shoulders as Caelus maneuvers him like a sleeve for his cock, hands grasping the generous lump of his ass and moving him up and down as he wishes.
At one point, Dan Heng attempted to move back into Caelus’s unfaltering thrusts, trying to move his sluggish body was like pushing a rock up a hill, so he chose to simply lay limp, exhausted, kissing the side of Caelus’s neck with little pecks and nips as tries to suck in air between gasps and mewls.
Caelus feels the telltale heat stirring in his gut signifying an oncoming orgasm and guides Dan Heng’s lip into his with a pull of his horns, Dan Heng’s gasps, air leaving his lungs at the sudden simulation as Caelus pulls him down for a fierce kiss, all the air leaving his lungs as Caelus drags his tongue across his teeth, exploring his mouth with an intensity saved for Trailblazing, he tries to move away, to catch his breath, to put air back into his lungs onto to be denied with Caelus's arms around him, constricting, dragging him into Caelus as if he wanted to mold both of them into one.
Caelus gives a few last hard thrusts into Dan Heng’s hole, feeling it clench and shudder as Dan Heng’s scrambles for air in the capture of Caelus’s lips, laying Dan Heng on him as he lays down, making sure each and every drop of come makes its way into Dan Heng, filling him up until he was bursting with Caelus’s seed. He wraps both arms around Dan Heng, one on his waist, the other pushing Dan Heng into deepening the kiss as he comes, filling Dan Heng with white, hot liquid as Dan Heng shakes in his arms, coming untouched from the sheer dizziness of being kissed within an inch of your life, unable to move as he’s filled to the brim with come, his come is diluted, more watery than milky and he feels spent as he finishes, still feeling Caelus’s hot seed painting his walls and filling his stomach.
With how the pressure in his stomach was increasing, he’s sure there’s bump that’s being uncomfortably pressed against Caelus’s hard abdomen, but for the sake of his lucidity, he’ll tell Caelus about it later. Speaking of which…
“Caelus, wait.” He gasps, trying to move away from Caelus’s predatory lips as another gush of seed fill his hole, how does he have so much? Surely this isn’t normal? Is this the result of the stellaron? “Mmh- wait, you didn’t let me finish.” Caelus stares at him incredulously, his eyes gesturing towards the come he’d released over the course of Caelus’s relentless assault. He blushes, pinching the meat of thigh and ignoring the aggrieved look sent his way, “I meant, about the child.”
Caelus stares at him questioningly, but the tight hold on his waist lets him know he only has a few minutes before he continues. Insatiable, truly, he’s lucky Dan Heng loves him so much.
“I would have to…prepare myself, in a way, before I am able to be,” he coughs not so discreetly, refusing to look at Caelus, “bred.” Dan Heng clears his throat, pointedly staring at a strand of wayward hair on Caelus’s head like it was a particularly interesting Curio, “So you can let go of me now.”
Caelus runs the cogs in his rusted brain, already faltering in the face of his orgasm and now with a soft Dan Heng in his arms, looking so fluffy, there was barely any hope of it working for the next few hours. He hears the gears click and blurts out the first thing in his mind, “So I get to fuck you like this again?”
And Dan Heng pinches him again, this time harder as he feels the cock previously softening inside of him harden in record timing, “Shameless and insatiable.” He gets a boyish grin in response, Caelus rubbing his face against his like an overly clingy puppy, “Only for you my love, my Dan Heng, love of my life, apple of my eye-”
“One more word and I am leaving you here to deal with,” he clenches his ass, feels Caelus’s cock jumping at the attention, holding back a whimper as a small gush of come once again paints his walls, he’s near certain this is not normal and probably medical bay visit worthy but he’s pretty sure there aren’t any records of stellaron receptacles having an abundance of come and he’d like to not be the one to start that research topic, “this.”
He feels Caelus’s mischievous grin before he sees it, feels him slowly pushing them both up as he lays on Caelus lap, inevitably shoving him down onto Caelus’s (somehow) hard cock, “Oh, can you leave now~?” Caelus thrusts up, Dan Heng gasps and trembles on his shoulder, a few droplets of come slipping out.
Caelus tsks, he’ll remedy that later.
Dan Heng glares, although its intensity is ruined when faced with flushed cheeks, teary eyes and mused hair. Caelus feels his hair stand on end as sheer power swirls around the room, Dan Heng’s hair floating at the tips, his eyes glowing with the intensity of lighting in his irises and he feels himself harden further in Dan Heng because wow, that’s hot. Dan Heng’s unimpressed gaze says otherwise.
He hastily grabs Dan Heng’s face and peppers it with kisses, “Sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t wet my clothes, I haven’t washed my laundry yet-”
Dan Heng merely sighs in exasperation, “Pom Pom is doing the laundry tonight, remember to pass it to him.” He turns, a playful tint in his sublime eyes, “Or else, we’re not doing it again for the whole month.”
With such a huge risk on the line, how could he refuse?
“Okay,” he opts to look aptly piteous, “but does that mean we can do it now?” He jostles Dan Heng in his lap for safe measure. A slap on his side answers him, and he feels himself droop, dejected, probably about to sulk the whole day and, as March would say, stink up the mood with his brooding. Dan Heng looks to the sky for patience, finding none and deciding that dealing with horny Caelus was better than dealing with droopy Caelus because that would mean running around the city looking for his moping form in trash cans.
“...give Pom Pom your laundry and bring water, I’m not sure how you’ve managed to come so much without being dehydrated and maybe I’ll agree.” Which was practically a yes in Caelus’s book.
Caelus pumps a fist into the air like he earned some sort of achievement, laying Dan Heng down onto the messy futon with a hand behind his back and one cupping his head, maneuvering him effortlessly as if Dan Heng wasn't literal kilograms of lean muscle. Dan Heng tries to stifle the sound that escapes when Caelus pulls out, the feeling of something oozing out his hole on the verge of uncomfortable, already missing the solid weight of his cock filling his every senses but knowing that if he enabled Caelus now they would not be getting anything done anytime soon, with his near unlimited stamina that Dan Heng hopes is stellaron generated and not inherent or he'd really have to revisit his training regime because 'Caelus its been 4 hours'
'Bu-but-'
'Caelus'
'Please?'
'....Fine, but this is the last time'
And Dan Heng proceeded to pass out while Caelus was still, miraculously, moving. He had been sore for days.
With how his hips were already aching and his waist sporting a pleasant throb in the shape of Caelus's hands, he'd wager he was already past the point of soreness and would most likely need assistance in walking long distances. Dan Heng curses Caelus's lack of moderation or he'd have to soothe his bruised ego that, despite his years of combat experience and training his body in harsh conditions, it was no match for the prowess of a horny stellaron receptacle born last month. He swears he can hear whatever Vidyadhara ancestors that he dubiously had cursing at him from the high heavens, or the depths of hell. The only excuse he could think of was that Caelus houses a stellaron, a wealth of energy that could power the entirety of Luofu and then some and Vidyadhara were, by all means, an old, obsolete species that could only dream to rival a literal star.
That and he was very much weak to drooping puppy eyes. It was partly the reason March still had room to create disaster, now aided by Caelus, disaster incarnate, under Dan Heng's supervision.
Fingers prodding at his hole drags him out of his blissful reverie, he doesn't even have the energy to kick Caelus away, knowing him, he'd take it as a go-ahead. Dan Heng stares at the ceiling and contemplates his choice in men, deadpanning at the mass of silver hair in his peripherals, "What are you doing?"
Caelus pays no mind, continues scooping copious amounts of dripping cum trickling from his hole and pushing them back in, practically a fruitless endeavor, since Dan Heng's hole has been molded to the shape of Caelus's larger than normal appendage.
It's when Caelus's prodding turns to aggressive pressing because the come, understandably, cannot stay inside that Dan Heng decides to put a stop to it before Caelus decides that another round should remedy the loss of his seed.
"Blegh" Caelus gets the equivalent of a wet towel slapped on his face as Dan Heng abuses his authority and obscures his vision by materializing water out of thin air. Which, now that he thinks about it, is kinda hot. 10/10 would do it again and his dick agrees too.
Dan Heng remains unimpressed and briefly enjoys the thought of drowning Caelus before deciding he'd miss him too much and Caelus would find a way to somehow survive the ordeal and take revenge on his poor body again.
"Go," Dan Heng continues, voice distinctively calm that Caelus believes is 100% bullshit, "before I make you."
Caelus hastily gets up and, in good will, toses the discard blanket that is thankfully void of suspicious stains onto Dan Heng, who is evidently covered in suspicious fluids, Dan Heng merely sighs for the umpteenth time, he'll wash it himself lest he suffer Pompom's questioning.
Dan Heng continues to stare in dismay at his choice of men because of Caelus's sad attempt at putting on his shirt, which was inside out.
Though there was no denying the fondness in his eyes as he huffs a small laugh at Caelus nearly tripping over his pants in his hurry to the door.