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It's a quiet night and Jing Yuan is working overtime again. It's rare that he doesn't. There is no one quite like the Dozing General in all of Luofu history: terminally lethargic, yet married to his work.
It's only paperwork, Dan Heng thinks as he steals another glance from where he's sitting on the side, book in hand, though he's not reading much. So maybe it's a good thing that Dan Heng is more of a night owl. He often spends late nights working on the data bank on the Express as he tends to get absorbed in such tasks, then comes the general with a text or call to remind Dan Heng not to stay up too late. You too, Dan Heng would reply mirthfully. They don't help each other much in this case.
It's a quiet night, and Dan Heng finds it most comfortable with Jing Yuan. He loves his family, but March has too much energy for him to keep up most of the time, and the trailblazer is a wildcard in that. They've stopped by the Luofu again and his family understands that he wants to spend this time with Jing Yuan, with what long-distance inter-planetary relationship they have.
Jing Yuan is the first to break the silence.
"Qin ai de, would you indulge me?"
He's gotten very comfortable with pet names, though Dan Heng still finds himself rather flustered about them. It's a kind of affection he's not used to receiving at all. Jing Yuan gives it to him in heaps.
Before Dan Heng's mouth dries, he peeks up from his read to cast a glance at the general who's already looking his way with a gentle and playful smile. "Indulge you?"
Jing Yuan makes a vague gesture with his free hand for Dan Heng to come closer. The Nameless stills in confusion for a moment before moving to Jing Yuan's side, as asked. Jing Yuan's smile persists as he pats his lap.
"Sit here. Let me hold you while I finish this menial work."
Physical touch. Of all the gestures of affection, Dan Heng shies from it the most, yet it is what Jing Yuan craves the most. Dan Heng never knew the general from before, but he imagines that he must've been rather lonely and very touchstarved, even with the High Cloud Quintet.
Dan Heng swallows the slight lump in his throat (and the blush on his cheeks) as he slowly lowers himself down to sit himself on Jing Yuan's thigh. He wasn't going to put his whole weight, but Jing Yuan shifts and repositions them more comfortably, with Dan Heng's back pressed against his broad chest, his unoccupied arm around Dan Heng's waist, and Dan Heng's head nearly tucked into his neck.
Dan Heng stiffens at the sudden shift but Jing Yuan hums, all too pleased, as he nuzzles slightly into Dan Heng's hair. Short, dark locks, and soft as cotton. This is the human 'disguise' that Dan Heng had chosen for himself after leaving the Luofu the first time, but Jing Yuan is no less captivated by it.
In the early stage of their relationship, Dan Heng asked him, with pure intent, if Jing Yuan preferred that he used his Vidyadhara form. It does, after all, resemble his previous love and he has complex attachments to it. Jing Yuan thought Dan Heng was beautiful regardless, and let him know that he can use whichever form he feels most comfortable in. Naturally, it isn't the form that resembles the High Elder.
Still, it must be a blessing that even after everything, he gets to hold Dan Heng close like this as he's working. Selfishly, he wishes he could do this all the time.
In his lap, Dan Heng wiggles his hips in an attempt to get a better position, but Jing Yuan pauses as it brings about a wave of something else.
This close, he can't stop himself from getting hard, for all the nights and days they've spent away from one another at this point. Realizing that Dan Heng has realized, Jing Yuan laughs sheepishly.
"Dear me. I miss you too much."
At that, Dan Heng perks up. "It's too bad that you still have all these papers..."
"That it is," Jing Yuan retorts lowly. The hand around Dan Heng's waist tightens a bit in a show of self-restraint. "Just hang on."
It's too bad, Dan Heng is keen on breaking said self-restraint. This is the side of him that not even his family will be privy to, the side that craves Jing Yuan too, more than anything.
They settle for all but a moment before Dan Heng rolls his hips once, twice over, and Jing Yuan lets out a shuddering sigh, his name falling out of his lips in a whisper.
"What is it?" Dan Heng asks oh-so innocently.
Not even tearing his eyes from the sheet of correspondence on his desk, he breathes in and presses his lips against Dan Heng's temple, speaking closer to his ear that way. "You're not making this easy for me, are you, baobei?"
"Mm." Dan Heng hums noncommittally. "I'm bored."
Jing Yuan chuckles. "Shall I... entertain you then?"
Dan Heng shivers. It's all that Jing Yuan needs as he kisses his hair and runs his hand down Dan Heng's body, towards his thigh, rubbing each one before his fingers slip between them and teases his crotch with a little pressure.
Jing Yuan exhales quickly. "Lift your hips."
Dan Heng obeys, and within a moment, Jing Yuan was pulling his pants down all the way to his knees, just to revel in the smoothness of his thighs. Dan Heng hadn't realized how wet he is until he takes a glimpse below and gasps quietly at the arousal beginning to pool, and the burning feeling in his stomach.
Jing Yuan leans into his ear again for permission, "May I touch you?"
"Yes." He never needed to ask, but it means greatly for Dan Heng that he would.
Jing Yuan drags his hand over plump skin before wandering to Dan Heng's pussy, rubbing the entrance as Dan Heng spreads his legs. He stifles a whimper before it can escape him, but Jing Yuan voice interrupts, "Don't. No one will hear or disturb us. Let me hear you."
Who is Dan Heng to deny? He lets out a shudder just as Jing Yuan pushes the first finger inside, aided by the wetness, and then a second not long after.
Jing Yuan pumps his fingers languidly in and out of Dan Heng, occasionally grazing his clit which gets a jolt and a little 'ah!' out of him. Cute. He's so lucky. Jing Yuan smiles as he continues his ministrations with no rush in the world. It gets soft whines spilling out of Dan Heng, and timely gasps when Jing Yuan digs his fingers a little deeper, curls them in just the right way, he loves to make Dan Heng feel good.
Dan Heng, on the other hand, feels as though he is melting. His hips chase more friction with Jing Yuan's hand -- that hand, big and strong, undoubtedly a warrior's, fills him up so good. Jing Yuan pulls out just to push another finger in, stretching Dan Heng's tight entrance in a way that gets Dan Heng breathing heavily.
At this point, he's abandoned the work and referred his other hand to holding Dan Heng's leg open and still, a thumb conspiring to rub circles around his clit that gets him throwing his head back.
He picks up the pace, aiming to make Dan Heng lose his mind just on his fingers, and Jing Yuan is all too pleased when Dan Heng squirms in his grasp, a telltale sign of his pleasure.
"J-Jing Yuan, stop, I'm gonna come--"
"Mm, come for me, Dan Heng."
Dan Heng nearly bites his tongue as he rides his climax with Jing Yuan continuing to finger him, seemingly relentless in this pursuit, until Dan Heng has to claw Jing Yuan's hands away and the general breaks in laughter.
"What's so funny?" Dan Heng is breathless as he tries to stare Jing Yuan down from this angle, but he looks so perfectly flushed that Jing Yuan wants to ravish him right here and now. "I still want you to take me."
"I will, love," Jing Yuan kisses his lips once, and pulls away with a charming smile. "But let's wait until we get to the bedroom for that."