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[ dan heng has always looked up to his elder brother, for as long as he can remember. just when it turned from admiration into something more is.. difficult to say, but dan heng does not need it to be clear cut, does not need it to make sense. being close with his brother is all that matters.
at first, he had been ashamed of his feelings, of the way his cunt would throb every time jing yuan was near, how he would flush warm, and touch himself at night with his brother's name on his lips. he'd done his best not to ogle him whenever jing yuan undressed around him, pretended not to be interested in his hard, lean body or the heavy hang of his thick cock, tried not to wonder what it tasted like, or how it would feel buried deep inside of him. he wouldn't sully jing yuan with these thoughts, with these filthy desires..
but then comes his first heat, and dan heng burns so badly that he can hardly stand it. the sheets cling, his body is far too hot, skin and scales flushed a comely pink as he twists and turns and attempts to sleep - fucks himself silly on three different toys - then attempts to sleep again. but there's no abating it.. he knows what he wants, knows what his body craves, and it is just beyond the shared bathroom between their two rooms. but thinking about jing yuan while he jerks off isn't enough.. he's wanted him for so, so very long now, and drunk as he is on hormones and need, dan heng can no longer resist.
wrapped only in a thin robe, his thighs wet with his own slick, dan heng creeps quietly through the bathroom that connects their bedrooms and slips silently into jing yuan's bed. the room smells of him, and that brings with it a need so fierce that he cannot contain himself. their parents sleep just down the hall, but if he's quiet..
he shouldn't be doing this, but he cannot think straight, his heat-addled mind urging him forward until dan heng is sliding under the covers to press against jing yuan, one leg smoothing over his brother's thigh so he can rut against his hip, the wet, pink folds of his cunt rubbing against him, hot as hellfire. clinging, dan heng moans softly, quietly, his left hand sliding down jing yuan's hard abdomen and over his cock - gods, it's so big even when soft.. ]
at first, he had been ashamed of his feelings, of the way his cunt would throb every time jing yuan was near, how he would flush warm, and touch himself at night with his brother's name on his lips. he'd done his best not to ogle him whenever jing yuan undressed around him, pretended not to be interested in his hard, lean body or the heavy hang of his thick cock, tried not to wonder what it tasted like, or how it would feel buried deep inside of him. he wouldn't sully jing yuan with these thoughts, with these filthy desires..
but then comes his first heat, and dan heng burns so badly that he can hardly stand it. the sheets cling, his body is far too hot, skin and scales flushed a comely pink as he twists and turns and attempts to sleep - fucks himself silly on three different toys - then attempts to sleep again. but there's no abating it.. he knows what he wants, knows what his body craves, and it is just beyond the shared bathroom between their two rooms. but thinking about jing yuan while he jerks off isn't enough.. he's wanted him for so, so very long now, and drunk as he is on hormones and need, dan heng can no longer resist.
wrapped only in a thin robe, his thighs wet with his own slick, dan heng creeps quietly through the bathroom that connects their bedrooms and slips silently into jing yuan's bed. the room smells of him, and that brings with it a need so fierce that he cannot contain himself. their parents sleep just down the hall, but if he's quiet..
he shouldn't be doing this, but he cannot think straight, his heat-addled mind urging him forward until dan heng is sliding under the covers to press against jing yuan, one leg smoothing over his brother's thigh so he can rut against his hip, the wet, pink folds of his cunt rubbing against him, hot as hellfire. clinging, dan heng moans softly, quietly, his left hand sliding down jing yuan's hard abdomen and over his cock - gods, it's so big even when soft.. ]