Phone sex & Sexting

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dan feng | hsr

[imprison]

[slicings]

How is that new toy working out? Any adjustments necessary?

[imprison]

It took some time to adjust to the girth, particularly in attempting to fit both appendages at once -- but suffice to say, you've managed to outdo yourself once more, Yingxing.
The maid who arrived to tend to my laundry looked like she'd seen a ghost.

[slicings]

Perfect. I'll look into adjusting the size, unless you enjoy it that way.

[ he know u a size queen.. ]

The texture was good?
Did she catch you in action, or find it lying around?

[imprison]

Fortunately neither, though I'm sure her imagination was perfectly capable of extrapolating. My sheets were left a sodden mess come morning; I'll be surprised if I see them returned to me in their original state.

[Feeding Yingxing's ego probably isn't the best thing, but, fine, you can have this win, perverted craftsman. Wifey is thoroughly pleased.]

Needless to say, the function of the device itself was... satisfactory.
If I were to devise a complaint, it would be its creator's lack of presence in my bed to enjoy the sight of it himself.

[slicings]

Shame. I would've loved to have been a fly on the wall if she caught you in the act, but the sodden sheets will have to be testament enough to my work.

[ please he loves it when you stroke his ego. ]

As for your complaint.. well. I'll keep it in mind. I'm afraid that I do need to work, I can't be your prized bedwarmer every moment of every night, however appealing that might sound.

[imprison]

Not even to witness the efficacy of your own creations? And to think they've told me you were arrogant.

[Stroking ends HERE!!!]

Will you be absent once more tonight? Perhaps a recording is at hand, if so.
You can examine for yourself how pleasurable its performance is -- and the lengths to which I must go to achieve them without your talented fingers to assist.

[slicings]

[ baby no :( ]

Ah, appealing to my pride as a craftsman, I see. Smart.

Very well, I would like to see it in action, given that I couldn't exactly use it on myself to give it a test. Alas, for my mundane human anatomy. I'll be there tonight, but if you would like to make a recording in the interim.. I won't complain.

[imprison]

Hmm.

[Hmm.]

I am overdue for a bath. I trust you have your bracer with you, yes?

[slicings]

Always.

[imprison]

Then you can join me, in both sight and sensation.
I see no reason to record myself in secret when I have the honour of your attentions, one way or another.

[slicings]

You're so good to this old artisan. I suppose it would be best if I laid this hot ingot aside, for now.

[imprison]

You're welcome to continue working. I suspect you'll come to a halt soon enough, regardless.

[Beep beep, then... switching over to video instead, because all of this is going to be the work for two hands and a pair of horribly voyeuristic eyes. Dan Feng has taken to the secluded bathroom (bath chamber) reserved solely for his personal use; a grand, ornate thing of pristine ceramic tiles, decorative gilded corals and pearls, and the unreasonably fancy silver and crystal dragon-mouth faucets that he makes quick work of turning on.

All four of them.]

[slicings]

[ spoiled wet lizard.. with his four faucets.

anyway, yingxing surely recognizes the room, he's more than familiar with it, and with dan feng's bathing habits besides. he'll be a generous lover, however - he, too, sets down his phone with the video on, so he might watch and work at the same time, knowing full well how much dan feng enjoys to watch him topless while he hammers and chisels and sweats. ]

I'll continue on, then, until I can't.

[ and give dan feng a show in return. ]

[imprison]

[Thank Long that Yingxing's passion of choice happens to be one that dissuades the use of excessive layers -- and that Yingxing himself is as far from shy as Dan Feng himself, half a spaceship away and leaving the thin robe that had barely been enough to hide much of anything in the first place to fall from his shoulders in forgotten wisps. He steps into the growing waters of his bath and sets his phone down in like fashion, propped up against porcelain holders of bath gels, body washes, and multicoloured salts. The perfect view, for them both.

For the first order of business, he pumps a generous helping of opalescent, foaming soap into his palms, scoops the tips of his fingers through the blue-tinged pool lapping at his waist, and makes good at scrubbing down the length of an arm, from the curve of his shoulder to the smooth jut of scales at his elbow, along the pale underside of his forearm and back. Smooth, attentive, but rote motions -- nothing to write home about, save for the nudity of it all.

It's when the path he follows pivots towards his collarbone and down the length of his chest that it diverts from an ordinary bath: Dan Feng glides over the rise of a pectoral with a staged indifference, slow, deliberate, seemingly detached, until his palm passes over the tender bump of a pinkened nipple. He pinches at the hardening flesh, rolls the nub of it between his thumb and the base of a forefinger, and lets his eyes fall closed as he sucks in a breath at the pleasant hitch of pain that blossoms beneath.]

Do you know the worst thing about your absence, Yingxing? [Already, his voice comes coddled in a faint strain. His attentions turn to the other, a sigh escaping his lips as he repeats the motions once more.] No matter my efforts, I can never quite manage to leave the same marks that you do.

wah sorry for the delay

[slicings]

[ yingxing is, thankfully, an excellent multitasker. his eyes settle on dan feng for a moment, watching as he strips out of his thin silk robe, his body beneath just as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on it. dan feng is exquisite, a living statue carved by the hands of the aeons, and yingxing cannot help but wonder if it was not long who birthed the vidyadhara, but idrila, for just how breathtaking he is to look upon.

even the way dan feng moves is grace incarnate, not a single clumsy step as he climbs into the bath. how much of it was learned and how much is natural, yingxing does not know, but it doesn't matter. as an artist, he can appreciate the immaculate display of raw beauty that is his beloved.

but he works, still, lifting his hammer and setting into the ingot again, hard muscle flexing beneath his skin, flushed from the heat of the forges. ]

Well, that works out for me. [ he says, half-smiling. ] If you could please yourself as well as I could, what need would you have of me?

[ his violet eyes flick upward between strokes of the hammer, watching the way dan feng bathes, almost not provocative, until that thumb slides over a rosy nipple, making his smooth voice tighten. still, yingxing doesn't miss a beat with his work. ]

Where would you have me mark you, tonight?