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— lingering gaze pt 2

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dan heng

lingering gaze (ft caelus) ♡

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the astral express had always been a place where people found their way to one another. for you, it had become home. somewhere between the countless worlds you visited, the battles you fought, and the quiet nights spent watching the stars drift past the windows of the express, you had found something you never expected to have — a family.

and danheng. somewhere along the way, danheng had become more than just a member of the crew. he had become the person you searched for without thinking. the person you wanted beside you after every mission. the one whose quiet presence never felt distant, only comforting. your relationship with him had never been something rushed. it had grown slowly, naturally — built from countless small moments that neither of you had expected to matter so much.

danheng was never someone who expressed his feelings loudly. he showed them differently. the way he always noticed when you were tired before you admitted it. the way he remembered every small detail you casually mentioned. the way his usually unreadable expression softened whenever he looked at you. you knew him. and you knew that beneath all his restraint was someone who cared for and loved you deeply.

everyone on the express knew it — though some weren't the most accepting of it. caelus had been your closest friend since the beginning. someone you could bother without feeling guilty. the one you could tease endlessly because you knew he would always tease you back. you could steal his food, complain about the smallest things, make terrible jokes, or throw yourself onto the couch beside him without a second thought.

because caelus was your best friend. and you never questioned anything beyond that. you never noticed the way his expression changed when you weren’t looking. you never noticed how carefully he paid attention to you — the things that made you happy. the things that bothered you. the little habits you had that you didn’t even realize existed.

you never noticed that every playful touch, every teasing comment, every moment of affection you gave him so easily meant something entirely different to him. to you, it was harmless. but to caelus, it was something he treasured and something he had to learn not to hope for.

because he had loved you long before you and danheng became something more. and he had accepted a long time ago that there was nothing he could do about it. danheng was his friend. someone he trusted. but more than that, he was someone he respected. who had fought beside him and stood with him through everything. caelus would never try to take you away from him. especially not when you looked so happy. so he stayed quiet. he kept joking. he kept being the same guy you had always known. and most days, he managed to convince himself that being your best friend was enough. almost.

the problem was that sometimes he forgot to prepare himself. like the first time he walked into the lounge and found you curled up against danheng's side, your head resting comfortably on his shoulder as you read together. caelus stopped in the doorway.

only for a moment. only long enough for danheng to notice. his eyes lifted from the book, immediately catching the brief flicker of emotion on caelus’s face before it disappeared.

"caelus."

you looked over with a smile, "oh, come sit with us."

you said it so naturally. so easily. and caelus hated that you had no idea what those words meant to him.

he quickly shook his head, forcing his usual grin into place.

"nah, i was just looking for something."

after that, it became a pattern. caelus always seemed to have terrible timing. a door opening at the wrong moment. a room entered without warning. a quiet moment between you and your boyfriend interrupted by your best friend immediately making some excuse and disappearing again.

at first, danheng didn’t think much of it. caelus was unpredictable at times. that was normal. but eventually, he began to notice patterns. danheng had always been observant. and eventually, he realized something was wrong. not because he was jealous. not because he doubted you. but because he understood the look of longing on his face.

and neither of them knew that you — the person at the center of it all — had no idea any of this was happening. not until that night.

you're straddling danheng's hips on his narrow bed, the soft hum of the express filling the quiet between your shared breaths. his hands grip your waist firmly, guiding your movements as you sink down onto his cock again and again. the stretch feels perfect every time, your pussy clenching around him while his thumbs stroke lazy circles over your skin.

the door is cracked open just enough for a sliver of hallway light to cut across the floor. you don't notice. your focus stays on the way danheng's eyes darken when you roll your hips, how his breath hitches when you lean forward and press your chest to his. he kisses you hard, tongue sliding against yours, and you moan into his mouth without thinking about volume.

"fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs against your lips, voice low and rough. his hands slide down to your ass, squeezing as he thrusts up to meet you. the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room, punctuated by your soft gasps every time he hits that spot inside you.

you ride him faster, his voice spurring you on. danheng had never been super vocal during sex. he especially wasn't one to swear. danheng’s gaze flicks toward the door for a split second—barely a glance, but you’re too lost in the rhythm to catch it. his jaw tightens, yet he doesn’t stop. instead he pulls you down harder, one hand moving between your bodies to rub your clit with steady circles.

"danheng—ah, right there," you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders. your thighs tremble as pleasure coils tighter. he watches your face the whole time, eyes half-lidded, and you can feel him throbbing inside you. the knowledge that he's close only pushes you further.

outside the door, footsteps pause. you never hear them. danheng does. his fingers press a little firmer against your clit, and he angles his hips to grind deeper, almost like he’s daring the moment to stretch. you whimper and clench around him, orgasm crashing through you in hot waves. your walls pulse, milking his cock as you ride out the high with shaky breaths.

he follows right after, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside you with a low groan. his hands hold you steady while you both come down, foreheads pressed together. sweat clings to your skin, and you nuzzle against his neck, completely unaware of anything beyond the warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart.

danheng's eyes stay on the cracked door a moment longer before he pulls you close, lips brushing your temple. "stay like this a little longer," he whispers, voice calm but carrying something heavier beneath it. you nod, content, still oblivious to the tension lingering just beyond the threshold.

you're still catching your breath when danheng shifts beneath you, his hand sliding up your back in a slow, possessive stroke. the room smells like sex and sweat, your thighs sticky where they rest against his hips. he stays inside you for a long moment, cock softening but still thick, before he finally pulls out with a wet sound that makes you shiver.

he doesn't let you roll away. instead he keeps you on top of him, one arm locked around your waist while the other reaches for the blanket at the edge of the bed. you're about to ask why when the door clicks open behind you.

your head snaps up to find caelus standing there. his eyes are wide, cheeks flushed dark, but he doesn't look away from the sight of you naked and straddling danheng's lap. and danheng's voice is low and calm when he speaks.

"close the door all the way. lock it."

caelus obeys without a word. the click of the lock sounds loud in the quiet room. danheng's fingers tighten on your hip, keeping you in place even as you feel heat rush to your face.

danheng says against your ear, voice steady. "he wants to watch. nothing more unless you or i say so."

your pulse hammers. caelus stands frozen near the door, breathing uneven, the front of his pants already tented. danheng's hand moves between your legs, two fingers sliding through the mess he left inside you and spreading it over your swollen clit in slow circles.

"stay like this," he murmurs. "let him see."

you feel exposed in a way that makes your stomach flip, but you don't move off him. danheng's cock twitches against your thigh, already starting to harden again. caelus takes one hesitant step closer, then another, until he's standing at the foot of the bed. his gaze drops to where danheng's fingers start working you open, slick and shiny.

danheng's free hand cups your breast, thumb brushing your nipple. "you can touch yourself if you want," he tells caelus without looking at him. "but you don't cum until she does."

caelus swallows hard not saying a word, as his hand drops to his own cock through his pants, squeezing once. you can't look away from the way his throat moves when he swallows again. danheng's fingers press inside you, curling, and your hips jerk forward on instinct.

"that’s it," danheng breathes. "let him watch how you take it."

he moves your bodies so you sit with your back to his chest, legs spread wide open on display. his fingers move continuously, brutally and his other hand continuously palms your breast, lightly twisting your nipple, causing your breath to hitch.

"pathetic,” he muttered. "you've been watching us for who knows how long, haven't you? probably jerking off in the hallway like some desperate little pervert. and she still doesn't have a clue."

you gasped at his words, hips twitching, and danheng's attention shifted to you, his tone softening just slightly but still laced with that teasing edge.

"you really are oblivious, aren't you? flirting with everyone, leaning in close, laughing at his jokes…and the whole time he's been hard for you. probably came in his pants more than once just thinking about this."

caelus's hand gripping himself tightly now rubbing furiously, but danheng's next words stopped him cold.

"slow. remember what i said, if you finish i’ll make you watch us fuck again and again until you’re crying."

every time your breathing picked up, every time your walls started to flutter around him, he eased off—slowing, pulling back just enough to keep you hovering on the edge.

"she's dripping all over my hand." he told caelus, voice dripping with mockery. "maybe if you'd grown a spine she'd be riding your cock instead of mine."

he pressed a third finger in, stretching you, and you moaned loudly, pushing back against his hand. danheng chuckled darkly.

"needy little thing. you like knowing he's watching? like knowing he's sitting there with his cock in his hand, aching, just because i told him he could?"

caelus's breathing was ragged, his strokes slow and deliberate, eyes locked on the way danheng's fingers disappeared inside you again and again. every time you got close, danheng would stop, leaving you whining and squirming, your orgasm slipping away.

"beg for it," danheng murmured against your ear, loud enough for caelus to hear. "or maybe i should let him help. would you like that? let the poor guy touch you?"

he looked over at caelus, eyes cold and sharp. "you want to help her? get over here. but you still don't get to finish until she does. and if you do, i'll make you lick every drop of my cum out of her while you sit there untouched."

caelus was already moving before the words fully registered, dropping to his knees beside the bed, one trembling hand reaching out toward you. danheng's palm stayed glued to your hip, thumb stroking slow circles over the skin as he leaned back just enough to give caelus room. his fingers trembled when they first touched you, but danheng's low voice cut through the hesitation.

"two fingers. curl them. don't you dare rush."

caelus obeyed, sliding into your slick heat with a shaky exhale. danheng's hand never left you—every time your breathing hitched, his grip tightened, anchoring you to the bed.

"slow down," he ordered when caelus's pace quickened, growing impatient. "she's not yours to make cum. you're just borrowing her."

caelus's cheeks burned, but he obeyed, dragging his fingers out until only the tips remained inside before pushing back in, agonizingly measured. danheng's free hand drifted up to cup your jaw, forcing your head down to look at your friends fingers going in and out of you, while his other hand stayed firm draped across your waist.

danheng murmured against your ear, voice dripping with mockery aimed at caelus. "he's shaking just from touching what's mine"

caelus's cock twitched visibly in his fist. he really was pathetic...for you.

as caelus's thumb found the swollen bud, rubbing in tight, wet circles, danheng's hand never left your body—the possessive touch grounded you even as pleasure built, sharp and relentless.

suddenly he pulled caelus's hand away abruptly, leaving you empty and whining.

"beg," he ordered, voice soft but commanding. "tell him whose fingers you want. tell him who you belong to."

caelus watched with desperate, hungry eyes, waiting for permission to touch again. your voice cracks as you beg, hips twitching violently under danheng's unmoving hand. "please—danheng, i want you, but i want to help him too. let me touch him while you fuck me. please."

danheng's low chuckle vibrates against your ear. "look at you," he murmurs, almost fond, "my sweet little angel trying to take care of everyone. so generous."

he moves, slightly shoving caelus out of the way to line himself up and push his cock back inside you in one slow, thick thrust. the stretch punches a moan out of you. his hand presses down harder on the buldge in your tummy, feeling every inch as he sinks to the hilt.

"keep your word," he tells caelus, voice turning sharp again. "kneel right there. let her jerk you off while i fuck what's mine."

caelus scrambles closer on shaky knees, cock flushed and leaking. the second your fingers wrap around him he jerks, a broken sound escaping his throat. danheng's hand anchors you as he starts to thrust, deep and measured. every time his hips snap forward, his palm presses down, making you feel how full you are.

"that's it," danheng coos, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "such a good girl, stroking him nice and slow while i ruin you." his free hand slides up to your breast again, pinching your nipple in time with his thrusts. "go on, angel. make him feel good. just remember what we agreed."

caelus's cock twitches in your fist, pre-cum slicking your fingers as you stroke him. danheng's rhythm stays steady, possessive, hips rolling so every thrust grinds against that spot inside you that makes your walls flutter

danheng leans down, teeth grazing your shoulder. "cum for me," he growls, pace picking up just enough to push you over. "cum on my cock while you jerk him off, and maybe i'll let him finish too." his hand stays firm, pressing you down into the mattress as your orgasm crashes through you, walls pulsing around him. caelus's cock throbs in your grip, but he doesn't dare come—not until danheng gives the word.

"go ahead" he huffs out slowing his thrusts as his hips begin to stall in you.

danheng's breath shudders against your ear as his hips finally still, cock buried to the hilt while thick pulses of cum flood your cunt. every throb forces another wet spurt deeper, and he keeps you pinned, making sure none of it leaks out around his shaft.

caelus is already trembling, head cracking against the wall when your fist twists once more around his twitching cock. the first rope of cum paints your knuckles white. the rest follow in heavy, messy arcs that drip down your wrist. he whines, high and broken, hips jerking helplessly as overstimulation sets in, yet your grip doesn't let go.

your eyes flutter open just in time to catch the wrecked look on his face—mouth slack, lashes wet, cheeks burning—and the involuntary squeeze of your pussy around danheng's spent cock draws a low growl from him. he slams his mouth over yours, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in like he needs to claim every sound you make. when he finally pulls back, his lips drag down to your throat, sucking hard enough to bruise.

"look at him," danheng rasps against the fresh mark, voice rough. "look at the mess you made of your best friend. but that mark on your neck? that's mine. don’t forget it."

your palm cups his cheek, thumb brushing the sharp line of his jaw. "be nice…for me," you whisper. then you turn, meeting caelus's glassy stare. sweat glistens at his hairline, his chest heaves with every shaky breath. something shifts behind your ribs—fondness, heat, a new kind of hunger—and you rest your forehead against his shoulder.

"i think… our friendship just changed into something else entirely."

a/n: should i make a pt 2? let me know i can definitely find a way to continue this.