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[ dan heng has never been as bold as his older brother. in truth, dan feng is everything he wishes he could be - smart and fierce, confident, self-assured and heartbreakingly beautiful - it's no wonder that he's so popular amongst the band's fans and groupies. and dan heng is no fool, he's seen the way jing yuan looked at his brother, the fondness there that bordered on something more, however much jing yuan attempted to hide it. how he wished that jing yuan would look at him that way.

for years, he has kept his feelings to himself. besides, jing yuan is substantially older than him, what could he possibly see in dan heng, when dan feng is right there, gorgeous and perfect and haughty? and importantly, closer to jing yuan's age, as well. dan heng has been nothing but a tag along, the quiet little brother, a little nerdy, a little awkward, nothing that a superstar like jing yuan would be interested in.

and yet.. he can't help but want to try.

dan heng's seventeenth birthday has just passed. he's not legal, but he's close enough, isn't he? and he can't wait any longer, not when his heart yearns so desperately, when he can't even watch jing yuan perform without getting wet between the thighs.

so tonight, at the hotel, dan heng hatches a plan.

he takes a long bath, scrubbing his scales until they're lustrous, combing his hair until it shines, and once quiet descends upon the hotel, he slips on a silk robe with nothing beneath it and pads silently to jing yuan's suite. thankfully they all have shared keycards, so it's easy for him to slip inside, and lock the door behind him, glancing briefly across the suite in search of jing yuan - just as he hears the bathroom door click open. ]

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( it takes awhile to come down from the thrumming high of their successful concert; the adrenaline is still echoing in his ears, the exhilaration of the cheering crowd, and most importantly that one lovely, pretty face in a sea of forgettable faces stands out to him. jing yuan enjoys making music, thrives on performing for the people who love them, but more than anything else is dan heng, looking at him so hungrily, and jing yuan meeting his gaze squarely, giving in to his simmering instincts.

it's definitely wrong, lusting after dan feng's younger brother like that — but it's dan heng that occupies his thoughts more the longer he spends time with him. somehow, it's gone beyond harmless flirtations to a slow and steady attraction; and he doesn't remember when it's dan heng that he jerks off to, when it's dan heng he thinks about when he pens risque lyrics. worse: he'd done something incredibly reckless this evening, giving voice to his filthiest thoughts with dan heng front and center — unable to look away from him.

the memory of those luminous green eyes, warmer, gentler, and filled with more yearning, still haunts him. perhaps he'll go to sleep thinking of it, pretending that the pillow he holds in his arms is dan heng; and it'll all blow over in the morning. he's humming to himself when he emerges from the bathroom after drying himself off, only to stop short when he realises very quickly that he's not alone.

there he is, the beautiful boy right there in the middle of his room. jing yuan freezes, towel in his fluffing hair and... just about entirely naked. )

...Did you walk into the wrong room?

[ dan heng, too, is still thrumming with energy - excited energy from the show, but also nervous, anxious energy, his heart fluttering against his ribs like a trapped butterfly. what will he do, if jing yuan turns him down? how will he face him tomorrow? how would he explain it to dan feng? but then jing yuan is stepping out of the bathroom, nearly entirely nude, gorgeous and dewy with clinging water, and dan heng feels his body tighten up with desire and nerves both. ]

I - [ he starts, frozen for a moment. he hadn't expected jing yuan to be all but naked. maybe he should take the out, say that yes, sorry, wrong room, but instead he remains rooted to the spot. this is his chance. ] .. no, I..

[ he can't find the words, so instead dan heng steps forward, carefully undoing the sash around his waist and allowing his silk robe to fall over his shoulders and down, down his body, down to the floor, and beneath it he's entirely bare. his thighs shine with warm slick. maybe he can't manage to speak to what he wants, but he can lock his eyes with jing yuan's, pleading, wanting. ]

( dan heng is lean, fair and beautiful. if jing yuan thought he looked beautiful in that robe — and he did — dan heng is absolutely stunning when the robe slips off those shoulders and exposes him entirely to him. the younger dragon is beautiful in a different way from dan feng; perhaps not as refined, but more honest, more eager, connecting with jing yuan in a way that feels right.

what isn't right, however, is the fact that he's still underage. he's only just turned seventeen, and no matter how jing yuan craves him, he knows that he has to be the better one of the both of them. the adult, as it were. but clearly that message hasn't gone to his dick, because it's twitching when his gaze flickers down to that pussy between his slick thighs, and he doesn't need to be a genius to know exactly why.

instead of taking the robe and putting it back on him, he makes a soft noise under his breath and steps toward him, eyes darkening. there is a lump that rises in his throat, and he clears it, seeking to divert his attention from his rapidly stiffening cock. there are no secrets between them now, truth settling in to the truth behind the words he'd sang at the concert.

for him. all of it, for dan heng. )

You have to use your words.

[ jing yuan doesn't immediately run, doesn't turn away or try to cover dan heng up, and that drives a spike of excitement into his belly. maybe this will work, if he can find his confidence.

.. and his words. they stick in his throat, his heart pounding. dan heng's soft lips part, inhaling shallowly, and he takes another step forward, his long tail sweeping behind him. he's of a similar build to dan feng, albeit shorter, his soft skin speckled with patches of smooth scales. ]

Your song tonight.. [ he murmurs, keeping his eyes firmly locked on jing yuan's molten gold, watching the way his pupils twitch wider. ] .. I wanted it to be about me.

[ wanted jing yuan to want him as much as he wants jing yuan. ]

I've been.. saving myself. For you. I tried to wait for my next birthday but I - I can't..

( saving himself for him? jing yuan blinks, startled by that confession. of all the things he'd thought dan heng would say, it isn't that he's been saving himself for him, or that he'd wanted that song to be of him. jing yuan had indeed written it with dan heng in mind, and a part of him felt a twist of strange, perverse pleasure at having the others play accompaniment while he silently dedicated every word to a boy he shouldn't have.

he reaches out, fingers lightly tracing over the speckles of pretty, shimmering scales. it's delightful how he feels under his fingers, and he bites back a small, yearning sound; dan heng is an incredible temptation, and it's hard to focus on him when everything in jing yuan is desperate to push him down onto the bed and fuck him, to take that virginity for himself and be his first and only.

dan heng is untouched, pure, just for him, and he leans in closer, exhaling a soft sigh. )

You can't...? ( he asks softly, hand unfurling and resting on his shoulder, slipping upward to curve over the slope of his neck. ) If I said it's about you, would you believe it? I wrote it all with you in mind. I had to jerk myself off right after running through the song the first time with the rest.

( he leans in close, lips tracing over his earlobe, nipping gently. ) Your brother suspected.

[ after he gets the words out, dan heng freezes momentarily, worried that jing yuan will snap to his senses, that he will gently push him away, but when he walks forward he doesn't wrap dan heng in his robe again - instead he leans in near, whispering against his ear, saying things that make dan heng feel weak in the knees.

his breath rushes out of him in a hard, trembling exhale, and dan heng leans into jing yuan's warmth, both hands landing at his hard abdomen, trailing upward over planes of hard, beautiful muscle. it's not the first time he's seen jing yuan without a shirt, and every time has been a pleasure, a practice in sexual frustration, but now he's touching him and gods, it's so good. ]

You don't.. you don't mean that.. do you?

[ that the song could possibly be about him. surely jing yuan is only being kind, flattering him. he could have anyone he wants, why would he pine for dan heng? and the knowledge that he'd jerked off to it after - a twinge of heat burns between dan heng's legs at that. ]

I want you. Please..

I do. You've been the object of my fantasies for the past many, many months.

( he should be the better of them both and send dan heng on his way. he's still young, there's still a chance that he might change his mind; but he can feel the heat radiating from that body, and he really, really wants to taste him, to feel him up and hear him moan, to feel him beneath him.

and when those warm, soft hands trail down his chest, he can feel his pulse speed up in anticipation. his hand comes to cup his cheek, and oh, he does love how pretty the flush on his cheeks are. he's beautiful, so beautiful, and he presses his forehead to his briefly.

lips press against dan heng's gently, tentatively at first. )

What about you...? Do you touch yourself?

[ jing yuan's lips brush his own, and dan heng's heart nearly leaps right out through his throat. ]

Yes..

[ gods, yes. he's touched himself to thoughts of jing yuan a hundred times, since he was old enough to fantasize about someone, his monthly heats becoming increasingly unbearable as his feelings for jing yuan grew.

his breath shudders against jing yuan's mouth, and dan heng whines quietly, softly, his hands pressing a little more firmly against the body against him. he pushes in close, aligning their bodies, and taking one of jing yuan's hands, he pulls it downward, his fingers trembling as he slides jing yuan's palm against his cunt, allowing him to feel how incredibly wet he already is, surprised by his own boldness. ]

I've touched myself a hundred times thinking of you, thinking of your hands and mouth on me.. thinking of how good you would feel inside of me..

Is that right...?

( he loves it, the way dan heng whines and how he shudders. he can feel the young man starting to explore him, and he presses up against him, wanting him to touch and feel him up for himself, because this? this is all for his beloved boy.

his eyes widen briefly when dan heng guides his fingers down, and he palms him between his legs, calloused fingers spreading those soft pussy lips open to tease the little nub of his clit. he presses against it and rubs it in circles, seeking out his vent and exploring him.

he pushes a finger inside, nice and slow. he can't come back from this, not now; the only way is forward. )

Did you do that just now, too, you naughty boy? You're already drenched, and I haven't even touched you properly yet.

[ jing yuan touches him gently, but eagerly, and when he feels the pressure against his clit dan heng gasps, his hips hitching forward, heat blooming in his lower belly. goosebumps sweep down his arms and thighs, and he all but folds against jing yuan when that finger slides inside of him. ]

I.. wanted to.

[ he whispers, knees buckling, both hands snapping up to jing yuan's shoulders to hold onto them for support. ]

But I waited, I wanted it to be you.. [ that finger presses deeper, and dan heng buries his face against jing yuan's shoulder, a shiver curling down his spine. ] I wanted you to touch me.. nn, Jing Yuan, it feels so nice..

Say my name the way you usually do.

( he can't help feeling like a dirty old man, with his nasty perverted thoughts for an underaged teenager, wanting to be the one who imprints on him and shows him what pleasure is. it's flattering, knowing that dan heng wants him to touch him. he groans, low and yearning, his desire spiking — it is guilt and lust entwined, and he pushes him back up gently against the edge of the bed, his finger pushing in deeper, feeling the stretch and slowing down.

he catches his bottom lip and gently tugs, pulling him into a slow, soothing kiss with a small smile. dan heng tastes like everything he's ever desired, more intoxicating and sweeter than he's ever dreamed. )

Tell me if it hurts. I'll make sure you enjoy your first time — that's what you want, right?

[ dan heng yields easily to jing yuan, stepping back until he feels the mattress at the back of his thighs, a jolt of excitement lancing up his spine. this feels like a dream, it's exactly what he wanted, even if he expected that jing yuan would turn him down, that he'd make a fool of himself..

.. but he hasn't. at least, not yet. and all worry momentarily leaves his mind the moment jing yuan kisses him, hard and hot on the mouth. a soft whine bubbles between them, and he parts his lips immediately, pressing back into the kiss with excited energy, his arms immediately looping around jing yuan's broad shoulders, holding to him. ]

Yes, that's what I want. [ he murmurs against jing yuan's lips, dizzy with sensation, with the incredible knowledge that he is wanted. ] It's all I think about every night.. I don't want to give myself to anyone else.

[ he wants jing yuan as his first. wants to remember this night forever. ]

( it's easy enough to wind an arm around him and lift him, laying him down onto the bed and climbing above him, sleek and graceful like a tiger tracking prey. dan heng's beauty truly is distracted, and his kiss lingers on his lips, making him ache and want more; to taste more of him, to hear more of that whine.

his dan heng, his prize, exquisite and offered up like a gift, his dark hair spilled like ink on his pillows. he leans down to nudge his nose against his, reaching to thread his fingers through his. lifting it to his lips, he presses a kiss to his knuckles, reverent and longing. )

Every night? Hah... to be a teenager again. ( he touches his cheek briefly. ) Did you make a mess?

[ jing yuan lays him back in the bed, and dan heng feels dizzy with excitement, with surprise, he'd never expected that this would go so well, even if he had hoped that it would. jing yuan kisses him like he wants him - maybe dan heng wasn't making it all up when their eyes would lock, and he would feel his body tighten with heat.

the soft kisses to his knuckles makes dan heng's heart flutter, and he arches his body upward against jing yuan, both arms coiling around his shoulders now. ]

Y-yes.. [ he says softly, and grinds upward against jing yuan's thigh, rubbing the slick of his pussy against it. ] I came every time I touched myself, thinking about you..

[ thinking about jing yuan's hands and mouth on his body, thinking about his cock inside of him - he can feel it, hard and hot, pushed up against his abdomen, and it's bigger than he'd even imagined it would be. ]

( dan heng definitely wasn't making it up, because jing yuan has definitely has his eye on him — he is so very different from dan feng; sweeter, eager, with a quiet charm that has drawn him in.

the warmth of dan heng's embrace, the way he so sweetly shares about getting off, putting images into his head and reliving jing yuan's guilty fantasies. the grind of his soft, wet pussy against his thigh brings him back, erodes his self-control a little more as he takes a deep breath.

he pushes two fingers inside of him, slow and seeking, wanting to feel how tight he is, and perhaps draw out a few more of his soft, pretty moans. still, he can't help a soft chuckle. )

Your brother's going to kill me.

[ jing yuan's fingers are long, they reach deeper than dan heng's own can, and when they sink inside of him he gasps and arches, his hands at jing yuan's shoulders clasping tightly. his thighs spread wider, and he rolls his hips upward with a soft moan, pushing jing yuan's fingers deeper still. ]

Don't.. nn.. don't worry about him..

[ he doesn't want to think about dan feng right now, not when he spent so long believing that jing yuan loved him, and not dan heng.. even as he still worries that is the case even now. but he can handle his brother, he won't let dan feng get in the way of this, not when he's wanted jing yuan for so very long.

slipping a hand into jing yuan's hair, dan heng turns his head to kiss him again, hot and needful, licking into his mouth as he squirms. his opposite hand slides between them, pushing downward until he can palm at jing yuan's cock, feeling how hot and hard it is for him. ]

( not worry about him, when he resembles his brother so much? jing yuan tries very hard not to think about that, to focus on the ways he is different; softer, less haughty features, a different kind of profound beauty from his brother's.

it arouses him, sparks more desire and awakens what he'd tried his best to keep under control, but the way dan heng reacts to him is powerfully intoxicating. look at him, arching and needy, gasping sweetly and seeking out his touch. his fingerfucking is thorough, rubbing up those soft walls and massaging along his pulsing cunt.

he can't help a low groan when he kisses him back, tongue tangling lewdly with his as he samples him. oh, the sweetness of forbidden fruit, the anticipation builds in his chest, as powerful as the yearning. he jerks when he feels that hand palming him, and he groans, bucking into him with a rare ferocity, demanding and wanting. )

Touch me. I've been waiting for you for so long.

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[ jing yuan's fingers are skilled, and dan heng immediately hates every person that jing yuan has touched in order to gain this ability - but it doesn't matter, he's touching dan heng now, he's thinking about dan heng, eager to touch him and to be touched by him..

shivering at jing yuan's words, he nods, panting hard against his mouth. ]

You're so big..

[ he whispers, licking into jing yuan's mouth while his fingers curl around that thick cock, stroking him from base to tip while his cunt clenches, squeezing. he can't take it, he's too virginal, untouched and sensitive - having jing yuan's fingers fucking him so deeply, while feeling the hot pulse of his cock.. dan heng is soon arching, moaning. ]

I'm coming, I'm coming, I -

[ a sharp cry, and dan heng shudders, his orgasm hitting him fast and hard, both cocks spilling hot spend between their bodies, his pussy pulsing, gripping jing yuan's fingers. ]

Oh —

( well, that definitely isn't in the plan; the sudden onset of his orgasm is surprising but ultimately delightful; every pulse streaking both their stomachs and making a particular mess of dan heng's, specifically. it's glorious, especially when he feels just how tightly his pussy is clenching onto his fingers.

he can't move, he can't, but he leans forward to soothe and kiss him, guiding him along the sharp intensity of his orgasm. )

Oh, Ah Heng, you're so very pretty when you come.

( he's smiling, leaning down to claim his mouth in a firm, sure kiss. he can feel the heat of his cum, and he can't help that powerful urge to bully him, just a little. ) Did you just come from thinking about how big my cock is? How it'll get to fit inside you?

[ oh.. oh, no. how embarrassing. complete pleasure leads to shame as he realizes just how quickly he's cum, making a mess of them both as he squirmed beneath jing yuan. ]

I -

[ he starts, his face hot as he looks aside, but jing yuan doesn't make it easy, keeping his fingers inside of him while he murmurs soft, filthy words. ]

S-sorry, I didn't mean to -

[ but jing yuan is right. all it took was touching that cock and imagining how good it would feel splitting him open that dan heng had fallen apart all but instantly, his cunt still trembling around jing yuan's fingers, rhythmically pulsing, clenching, eager to be filled. he whines, shifting his hips, panting hard. ]

- won't you fuck me? Please..

( it should be a crime for dan heng to look that debauched and ask a question like that with an innocence that goes right to his dick. here is a reminder that this is dan heng's first time; it should be precious, memorable, and everything he's ever dreamed it would be.

his other hand comes to gently cup his cheek, tilting his face up to meet his as he kisses him softly once, then again. he fingerfucks him a few more times, nice and slow, before he draws it out of his greedy, cum-slick cunt, only to lightly tap his lips, prompting him for access. )

I will. I will, my sweet, I promise. But I want you to enjoy all of this first. I want you to experience every little thing I can offer you.

[ jing yuan's fingers slowly continue to work him, and dan heng arches into it, even if it isn't enough, even if he needs so much more - and then, even worse, jing yuan still makes him wait, and slips his fingers out.

the sound dan heng makes is positively petulant. ]

But..

[ he says, argues, as jing yuan's wet fingers press to his mouth, carrying the sharp scent of his cunt with them. he obeys immediately, parting his lips with a low moan and pulling them in, sucking his own slick off of jing yuan's fingers with a soft hum, tongue rubbing against the undersides.

his hand never stops working, still touching jing yuan's hard, heavy cock, reaching down to palm his balls before sliding up to stroke him again. ]

[ dan heng feels cold all over.

he had saved everything for jing yuan, had fallen for him so hard and so far, only for all of his worst fears and insecurities to be proven right and real. dan feng in jing yuan's bed. dan feng taking everything from him, always proving himself superior in every way - more beautiful, more capable, more fuckable. more everything.

he's furious, hurt, betrayed, had spent the entire night awake, unable to sleep, those words swimming in his mind. you had me first.

it's quiet in the kitchen of their shared home, dan heng the only one awake so far, and he sips his tea in the hopes that it will soothe his heart, but it doesn't. when he hears footsteps he freezes, and when jing yuan presses a kiss to his shoulder from behind, dan heng tenses up, and does not kiss him in return. instead, he looks away, and says nothing. ]

( he knows, the moment dan heng looks away instead of leaning into him the way he always had, like a sunflower seeking light. he feels dirty even if he's showered before he'd stepped home, like something's crawled into him and died deep in his chest; he's done something unforgivable, something despicable in the heat of the moment, caught up in decades of unrequited feelings, the sweet bitterness of not being chosen, not being his.

but dan heng has always suited him more. dan heng, with his quiet charm and his yearning, and fit him perfectly. he shifts and pulls away, deciding not to draw it out. it's beneath them both, pretending it hasn't happened. it's not his way. )

I'm sorry.

[ jing yuan, at least, has the decency not to deny it. that wouldn't have ended well.

of course, none of this can end well, can it? i'm sorry, he says, but how can dan heng believe him, or trust him? jing yuan has never lied to him, and the sorrow in his voice sounds sincere, but.. but the ache in dan heng's heart is so strong, so heavy, tears pricking his eyes. ]

You weren't sorry last night.

[ he says quietly, his hands stilling on the counter, tightening into fists. ]

"You had me first." [ he says, parroting what jing yuan said to his brother the previous night. ] I'm so stupid. I should have known that it was him that you wanted all along.

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