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Upon waking up, the first sight Shen Qingqiu was met with was that of Luo Binghe’s eyes inches from his face, staring right at him.
“…”
“…”
Shen Qingqiu let out a short string of swears in his head and shut his eyes again. He was used to his husband’s sometimes abnormal behavior by now, but he thought he’d taught him better than to loom over him first thing in the morning. And what about breakfast? Wasn’t it only natural for Luo Binghe to be preparing congee at this hour?
When he reopened his eyes, Luo Binghe was still startlingly close to his face. And drawing closer by the second?!
“Mmph.” Shen Qingqiu was caught off guard by the kiss. Luo Binghe started off sweet and coaxing, mouthing at Shen Qingqiu’s lips until he began to respond, before slowly parting their lips, sucking Shen Qingqiu’s tongue and massaging it with his own. Luo Binghe’s gentle coaxing made Shen Qingqiu relax into it almost immediately, sinking into the bed as Luo Binghe chased his lips. It was good, really good—maybe too good?
His eyes flew open and he startled back, as much as he could within the decadent sheets and pillows of the bed he rested on. They were much too plentiful for his simple bamboo house on Qing Jing Peak, and a hurried glance around revealed a luxurious room within which the equally luxurious bed sat. He must be in Huan Hua Palace then, and this must be the bed that Luo Binghe had seduced thousands of women on, and so this must be…
“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu said, using a venomous tone to convey his dissatisfaction with this other Luo Binghe, for lack of another way to distinguish him.
“Shizun, what’s wrong?” Luo Binghe responded sweetly. He was poised over the bed like a beast about to strike, his arms caging Shen Qingqiu in. Shen Qingqiu may not have recognized him the first time he had swapped places with his own Luo Binghe, but now that he and Luo Binghe had, ahem, gotten to know each other better, he couldn’t be so easily fooled.
“When we’re in private, Luo Binghe calls me wife.”
“…” Luo Binghe fell into a stunned silence, before finally blurting out, “The two of you married?!”
Shen Qingqiu coughed, his embarrassment finally catching up with him. His face wasn’t thick enough to make these kind of bluffs casually. “Well, we have actually, but that part about calling me wife was a lie. Or rather, he does some of the time, but…” Shen Qingqiu trailed off before he could embarrass himself further. How could he say the 'mostly in bed' part out loud? And weren’t they technically in a bed right now?!
“I was beginning to wonder if I had taken the wrong Shizun,” Luo Binghe said with a laugh. Shen Qingqiu was pretty sure any version of the original goods would have started fighting back much sooner. Unless there were other people who had transmigrated into Shen Qingqiu’s body in other worlds, and wasn’t that a thought.
Shen Qingqiu shook off the flustered feeling still fluttering in his chest at being awoken by a kiss. This wasn’t Luo Binghe—well, technically it was, but this wasn’t his husband. He composed himself, once again taking on a stern tone that always made his Luo Binghe perk up and listen to him. Would it have the same effect on this Luo Binghe, or only serve to enrage him, as a reminder of all the times the scum villain had unfairly abused him? “What do you want with me?”
Luo Binghe seemed to shrug off his attempt at disguising himself quickly enough, unconcerned that he’d been seen through. He’d dragged him back to his own Huan Hua Palace after all, so it didn’t seem he planned to deceive Shen Qingqiu for long anyway—more likely, he’d just wanted to toy with Shen Qingqiu a little bit.
Sure enough, Luo Binghe smiled, teeth sharp as he said, “Well, wife, what I want is to fuck you.”
Shen Qingqiu had already begun mentally counting his limbs, though he maintained his cool-faced facade. Just leave me two limbs, he thought—just two is okay, maybe I can even get away with one—when Luo Binghe’s words finally registered. He wanted— he wanted— wtf, he wanted that?!
Luo Binghe laid out the terms before leaving him on his own to consider. He even sent servants with a bowl of congee for breakfast. He was being surprisingly accommodating all of a sudden, this Luo Binghe, and it made Shen Qingqiu’s hackles rise.
He sniffed at the congee before delicately placing a bite in his mouth. He couldn’t detect any traces of poison, not even something like that cursed wine his husband had used on him last time. In fact, the flavor was achingly familiar, the green onions thinly sliced and with just the right amount of sharpness, the consistency just thick enough for a pleasing mouth feel. Was Bing-ge, the stallion protagonist who wooed thousands of women and sundered the world, the very one who tore this world’s version of him’s limbs off one by one, cooking for him? Was he, god forbid, wooing him?
Shen Qingqiu had a feeling of deja vu, though the revelations were no less shocking happening the second time. Was there some “love Shen Qingqiu” virus infecting the Luo Binghes of the world? No, that was taking it a little too far, it was really more of a “fuck Shen Qingqiu, yes, in that way,” virus wasn’t it?
Still, better that than wanting to kill him, so maybe he should just…
—no! Wtf is wrong with you, Shen Qingqiu! Have you gotten too used to the wife plots? But this wasn’t even a wife plot, Luo Binghe just wanted to fuck him once, and he would have his way no matter what. If anything, Shen Qingqiu was more of a conquest, a cheap one-chapter thrill of fucking the stuck-up villain and mind breaking them with the protagonist’s dick (Shen Qingqiu did not read that kind of novel, thank you very much, but he was plugged in enough to be aware of them.)
Shen Qingqiu continued to eat his breakfast while he considered his surroundings and the situation at hand. What Luo Binghe wanted was simple: one (1) papapa scene. Shen Qingqiu knew Luo Binghe was more than capable of forcing him upon himself if he so desired, so it was unexpected that Luo Binghe was instead… asking him. Wouldn’t it be easier if he simply took things into his own hands and—no, of course, Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t want to be forced like that!
Ostensibly, Shen Qingqiu was a guest within Huan Hua Palace, and was allowed to wander within the inner chambers, including one that had been assigned to him. But Luo Binghe would neither allow him to leave or tell him how to return to his own world if Shen Qingqiu didn’t fulfill his request. So basically, he was a prisoner.
What was Luo Binghe doing asking for something like that anyway? Didn’t he have overly inflated expectations of Shen Qingqiu’s prowess? Surely one of the many harem members could do better. He may not be as bad at it as his own Binghe, who was certainly #1 in that regard as he was in other less questionable categories, but Shen Qingqiu was probably right up there with him.
Shen Qingqiu tossed his chopsticks down on the tray in frustration and looked down regretfully at his empty bowl, now devoid of congee. Shouldn’t he try to have more pride as a prisoner? He should have gone on a hunger strike and thrown this bowl of congee back at Luo Binghe. Yet he’d cleaned off the entire bowl, with not a single green onion remaining.
Returning the breakfast tray to the bedside table, Shen Qingqiu stood up to pace around the room. Halfheartedly, he considered fighting Luo Binghe for his freedom, but even if he could win against the protagonist, the home he wanted to return to was nowhere in this world.
No, better to wait it out. Luo Binghe hadn’t given a deadline for his decision, and even if he didn’t seem as such, Shen Qingqiu knew from his experience with his own Luo Binghe that he could be a patient man if he really wanted something. And it seemed he wanted… this. Him.
He would just have to wait it out, and hope that his own Luo Binghe would figure out the secrets to world hopping with Xin Mo soon as well. He didn’t have the same affinity with the sword, but Shen Qingqiu would simply have to have some faith in his disciple.
“This disciple has disappointed you,” Luo Binghe apologized, hunching his shoulders like he could appear smaller. It didn’t work, but it still endeared him to Shen Qingqiu, so perhaps it achieved the intended effect anyway.
Shen Qingqiu had settled into his life as a prisoner-guest for a couple days when his own Luo Binghe had appeared within his dreams. After a hurried explanation and some rather embarrassing questioning to confirm knowledge only the two of them shared, Shen Qingqiu was satisfied that his own Luo Binghe was the one visiting his dreams.
He knew the other Luo Binghe was capable of viewing his dreams as well, but it appeared he was keeping to his word to leave Shen Qingqiu mostly unharassed, sending servants to take care of his needs and only occasionally stopping by to make terrifyingly polite conversation.
“I still haven’t made any progress with Xin Mo,” Luo Binghe was saying, “and I even asked Shang Qinghua for advice like you suggested, but he seemed just as confused.”
Asking Luo Binghe to go to Airplane for help had been a last resort, but it seemed Airplane-bro wasn’t going to be any help here. Come on, are you even the author?! Shen Qingqiu sighed and patted Luo Binghe on the head anyway.
“This disciple is useless and can’t even save his own shizun,” Luo Binghe said tearfully. “What does this beast even want with my Shizun? Doesn’t he have his own?”
Shen Qingqiu continued to pet Luo Binghe’s head, letting Binghe bury his face in his shoulder to snuffle sadly. Luo Binghe always met him in a dream version of Qing Ding Peak, with the calm bamboo groves swaying gently in the wind about them. Shen Qingqiu prayed to the bamboo stems to share some of their calm with Luo Binghe as he said, “Actually, he said he wants to dual cultivate with me.”
The bamboo seemed to stop swaying for a moment as Luo Binghe froze. Shen Qingqiu felt a cold chill down his spine as even the sad snuffling stopped. Shen Qingqiu swore he felt Luo Binghe’s embrace around him tighten ever so slightly, like a dog that’s realized someone wants to take its ball away.
“Has he…?” Luo Binghe asked, his voice quivering.
“No, no, he wouldn’t do anything like that! He said it’s up to me,” Shen Qingqiu dismissed, as if he hadn’t been worried about the same thing.
Luo Binghe finally raised his face, looking relieved. “If it’s up to Shizun, then tell him no,” he said, sounding sulky.
“I did, but…” Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh. “He said he wouldn’t let me return until I do.”
Luo Binghe’s face scrunched up in anger again. “If only I could get Xin Mo to cooperate, I’d go over there and…”
Shen Qingqiu gave him a few more encouraging headpats. It wasn’t like he was actually considering it. It wasn’t like he was actually considering it, but… “Why would he even want something like that?”
He had to admit he was a little curious, and if there was anyone who understood it would be Luo Binghe. He wasn’t about to ask the man himself, so his own Luo Binghe was the next best option.
“Doesn’t everyone want Shizun?”
…no, that really isn’t the answer I was looking for! Shen Qingqiu rubs his temple with one hand. “I don’t think that’s true.”
“Even Liu-shishu…”
“No way, what are you talking about?” Luo Binghe could get such strange ideas in his head about Liu Qingge sometimes.
Luo Binghe gave him a strange look but didn’t press the point, instead returning to the original question, “Even if it’s not everyone, I’m sure that every version of me would want Shizun.”
“Hm?” Surely that wasn’t a trait Airplane-bro intended for his protagonist, was it?
“And I think that Luo Binghe, even if he has other people around him, doesn’t have someone who loves him the way that Shizun loves me. Or the way I love Shizun.” Even though Luo Binghe was taller than him now, the way he gazed at Shen Qingqiu all wide-eyed was just the same as when he was a little white sheep. It was pure and full of affection, and in the face of Luo Binghe’s unfiltered feelings Shen Qingqiu had to remind himself not to turn away.
It took another few weeks of no progress before Shen Qingqiu came to a decision. All that was left was convincing his Luo Binghe.
“It’s not cheating because it’s you, after all,” he reasoned, gearing up for a long argument and a lot of crying and comforting. Luo Binghe was notoriously possessive, after all, perhaps even world-endingly so.
“…fine,” Luo Binghe said. “But I don’t want him to fuck you.”
“And it’s just for one time, and after that I can return home so… wait, what?”
“You can fuck him,” Luo Binghe repeated.
“…what?!” Shen Qingqiu asked again, feeling like a broken record. Something in his head was certainly broken.
“This disciple is only afraid that Shizun will be hurt. After all, I’ve only just learned to be gentle, and at my worst times even I… wanted to hurt Shizun, and this version of me, I fear, would be much worse.”
Binghe’s acceptance was already enough to absorb, and Luo Binghe was already moving onto his reasoning for why he should top?! He had already been mentally apologizing to his chrysanthemum for what it was about to go through, but this was something he hadn’t even considered.
Shen Qingqiu wisely didn’t comment that this Luo Binghe was a stallion novel protagonist with a harem numbering in the triple digits, and therefore wasn’t plagued by the difficulties with sex his pure little sheep was. Instead, he said, “I… don’t think that would satisfy him.”
“It will,” Binghe responded. “I’ve wanted Shizun to for a long time, after all.”
“You—you’re not the same!” Shen Qingqiu spluttered, to mask the embarrassment he felt at being told such a thing so straightforwardly.
“Didn’t Shizun just asy it wasn’t cheating because we are the same?”
“…” Luo Binghe really could be too clever for his own good sometimes.
Luo Binghe’s face took on a thoughtful expression, and he reasoned, “You said you couldn’t do it because you were afraid to hurt me, but isn’t this Luo Binghe much more fearsome than me? You don’t have to hold back.”
Shen Qingqiu still had his doubts, but if this was what would satisfy everyone…
“But I want to put it in you,” Luo Binghe said sulkily, sounding very much the counterpart to Shen Qingqiu’s world’s Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu had figured out that if he talks very quickly, this Luo Binghe was too flabbergasted to question him. “What? No no, there’s no way that’d fit inside,” he said placatingly.
“But you, with your Luo Binghe…” Luo Binghe started, and Shen Qingqiu could hear the warning signs of a tantrum starting to build. Not that anyone in this world would describe Luo Binghe’s fury as a tantrum, but Shen Qingqiu was experienced. He knew what to do. And what to do was to cave immediately to Luo Binghe’s demands…
—no, wait! Not that!
Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a master flatterer like Airplane Bro, but he could bullshit well enough. “My Luo Binghe is still immature and less developed,” he said, covering his face with his fan and hoping that the Luo Binghes wouldn’t have the opportunity to compare anytime soon. “And we’ve found… other methods to do it. Actually, he’s been asking for me to put it in for a while, so you should feel special.”
That last part made Luo Binghe perk up, and Shen Qingqiu froze in turn. Actually, he’d just been intending to bullshit, but now the words have come out of his mouth he couldn’t help wonder if it was true.
It was true he hadn’t fucked anyone before after all. This was his first time! Well, except for this and that and that other way Luo Binghe had taken his virtue. But it was his first time putting it in!
“…okay, then, Shizun,” Luo Binghe agreed, grinning easily and stepping into Shen Qingqiu’s space. He was still taller than him, so Shen Qingqiu has to raise his chin to continue to meet his gaze. Wasn’t this the wrong image for what they’re about to do?!
Shen Qingqiu steeled himself and snapped his fan shut, tapping Luo Binghe on the nose with it before using it to firmly push Luo Binghe back by the chest until he was all the way back up against the bed. “Have you ever done this before?” he questioned.
“No. I saved my first time for you, Shizun.”
“This master will take care of you,” Shen Qingqiu responded sagely, while a rising monologue of panic started in his head. Wait, what was he supposed to do again?! To be honest, he did have to do more of the research to teach his Luo Binghe how to fuck him properly, but after the going had gotten a little more smooth he had just let Luo Binghe take the lead. Luo Binghe had more wants and needs than he did, after all. 'I want to see your face, Shizun, I want to hear you, Shizun, can I leave it in after I’ve come, Shizun?' It was only natural that Shen Qingqiu let him do what he wanted. Wait, did that make him a pillow princess?
Luo Binghe raised a skeptical eyebrow, but he was pliant when Shen Qingqiu pushed him back down atop the bed. Where did he start?! Shen Qingqiu leaned over Luo Binghe, but somehow the impression was less intimidating than when Luo Binghe was atop him and more like a maiden sitting in the protagonist’s lap. Shoving the image away, he tilted Luo Binghe’s head up toward him and kissed him.
Luo Binghe’s eyes went half-lidded but still gazing back at him, and Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut and tried to imitate the good morning kiss Luo Binghe had given him. The angle made Luo Binghe feel more vulnerable, the long line of his neck exposed to Shen Qingqiu, his head cradled in Shen Qingqiu’s hands.
They kissed for a while, and it was nice, a little less urgent and puppyish than with his own Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu could feel his own arousal starting to grow with the soft warmth of Luo Binghe’s mouth, and when he pressed a knee between Luo Binghe’s legs, he could feel his (frankly, terrifying large) cock beginning to get hard beneath him.
“Are we just kissing?” Luo Binghe asked when they’d made out for a while, an amused smile on his face like he was just humoring Shen Qingqiu. Okay, okay, so you’ve fucked like a thousand women, but some of us are still learning and need to work up to it, okay?!
Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat and slid his hand down Luo Binghe’s throat to the collar of his robes. “Undress.”
Luo Binghe simply stared back at him for a moment, and Shen Qingqiu began to think he shouldn’t have pushed it. Who was he to tell the stallion protagonist to undress? Maybe now Luo Binghe would change his mind and start ripping off limbs instead of giving him really nice kisses.
But Luo Binghe just smiled again. “Shizun is so demanding. Does Shizun want this disciple to help him undress as well?”
Shen Qingqiu decided not to find out whether Luo Binghe tore clothes apart in much the same way his own Luo Binghe did and declined politely, “This master will see to himself.”
When they’d both removed their clothes, Shen Qingqiu put Luo Binghe on his hands and knees, the image of which was, once again, almost too much for him to bear. Part of him knew that Luo Binghe (his Luo Binghe, maybe Luo Binghes in general) hated not being able to see his face when they did it, but fingering Luo Binghe while they gazed lovingly (?) into each other’s eyes? It was too much for him, there’s no way he could do it.
For some reason he’d thought that bottoming was more embarrassing than topping, but now that it’s come to it, he found it was much easier to lie back and feign reluctance while Luo Binghe did what he wanted. Being the active party was hard, actually! This master has put his disciple through much hardship!
Shen Qingqiu uncapped the container of oil Luo Binghe had shown him earlier and slathered it over his fingers. When he brought them to Luo Binghe’s backside, parting his cheeks and sliding his fingers over his pucker, Luo Binghe shuddered and lowered his head, his mane of hair falling over his face.
He’d always admired Luo Binghe’s lean musculature, but now he got to appreciate it more than usual, the other hand sinking into Luo Binghe’s ass cheek and pulling it to expose Luo Binghe’s hole as he watched his finger slowly sink in.
Luo Binghe let out a small grunt but otherwise remained still, his head lowered. His hole was sinfully tight around Shen Qingqiu’s one finger to match the tension running through his body. Shen Qingqiu knew that Luo Binghe had done it from the back with his harem members before—what kind of stallion protagonist didn’t get to do it from the back occasionally?—so he should know what makes this kind of thing easier, but maybe theory was different from practice. Shen Qingqiu didn’t exactly want to lay claim to being a master at taking cock, but his husband’s cock was rather impressive, especially compared to Shen Qingqiu’s one thin finger.
“You need to be more relaxed, Binghe,” he admonished.
The sound of his name made another small tremor run through Luo Binghe’s body, but he simply glared back at Shen Qingqiu, spitting out, “Just get on with it.”
Shen Qingqiu felt like he should say something else—reassure Luo Binghe or something to dispel the unbidden image of Luo Binghe crouched before him in punishment the scene before him brought up—but it wasn’t like he was familiar with this Luo Binghe. He’d probably laugh in Shen Qingqiu’s face at such a clumsy attempt to comfort him. So he did as Luo Binghe’s commanded and pressed his finger in further, feeling the warm heat of him tight all around his finger. He fucked it in and out in shallow movements to get Luo Binghe used to the feeling, then added another finger to the sound of a soft groan from Luo Binghe.
When he started thrusting fingers back inside him, Luo Binghe let out small breaths with each movement. Shen Qingqiu tried to curl his fingers on the upthrust to hit that area that sparked pleasure inside of him, and knew he’d found it when Luo Binghe squeezed tight around him, holding his breath like he was trying to stifle his voice (Shen Qingqiu knew, as a veteran voice-stifler).
“That’s it,” Shen Qingqiu told him, but Luo Binghe simply continued his small, panting sounds, giving no indication he’d heard him. Shen Qingqiu continued to fuck him with his fingers tucked inside of Luo Binghe, gently massaging over that spot in small movements before building up more momentum to thrust them inside of him with sloppy, wet noises.
When he finally pulled back for a moment to look, Luo Binghe was arched up toward him, his cock looking painfully hard hanging beneath his body. His head was still lowered, and unconsciously Shen Qingqiu balanced himself with one hand on Luo Binghe’s back and reached out with his clean hand to offer comfort by patting him on the head.
Luo Binghe seemed to sense the movement, and lifted his head to look at him. For a moment, Shen Qingqiu saw his eyes widen in surprise, and then Luo Binghe was wrenching out of his grip, his teeth grit in a growl. Shen Qingqiu barely had time to react before Luo Binghe had leapt atop him, holding him to the bed by his neck.
They both froze, staring wide-eyed at one another, fear reflected equally in each other’s faces, before Luo Binghe slowly, slowly let go of the grip on his neck. When finally his hands were fully relaxed, simply resting on Shen Qingqiu’s neck, he coughed and looked away. Shen Qingqiu could still feel the tight grip around his neck, sure to bruise later.
…that’s right, Luo Binghe still wasn’t used to this face.
When Shen Qingqiu had asked earlier why Luo Binghe had sought him out instead of the Shen Qingqiu from his own world, Luo Binghe had said simply, “He’s dead.” It seemed that despite killing him with his own hands, Luo Binghe still had plenty of unresolved feelings about the man.
He looked almost forlorn sitting there, looking abashed yet too proud to apologize. Shen Qingqiu almost felt the impulse to start to reach out for Luo Binghe’s head again before reconsidering.
“Binghe,” he said, feeling like he was coaxing a giant, cornered beast. One wrong move and he’d have his throat torn out.
Luo Binghe looked back at him, his eyes a bit watery. The stallion protagonist himself, tearing up. Shen Qingqiu would feel impressed with himself if he didn’t feel awful.
Luo Binghe blinked slowly, then shook his head, his eyes clearing up of their haze. “My bad,” he said, regaining his composure. “I won’t do that again. But, for now… can you stay in my line of sight?”
…the two Luo Binghes really were alike. And Shen Qingqiu really never could get away with hiding his face, could he? Fine, if it would keep Luo Binghe from being startled by him, Shen Qingqiu could overcome his embarrassment.
“This master will stay with you,” he reassured, leaning forward to kiss Luo Binghe again. “I’m sorry for startling you.” He lowered a hand to wrap around Luo Binghe’s cock, and when Luo Binghe shuddered and gazed up at him, Shen Qingqiu could almost see in him the little white sheep he had raised all those years ago.
Luo Binghe had gone a little soft during that brief interlude, but it only took a few strokes and a few comforting murmurs from Shen Qingqiu before he was once again growing hard and thick in Shen Qingqiu’s hand. The hot girth of Luo Binghe beneath his fingers made heat rise to Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks, reminding of the times he’d taken it within himself…
No, no, that wasn’t what they were doing today!
His own arousal already felt urgent just from the feeling of Luo Binghe in his hands. Part of him wasn’t entirely sure sticking his dick inside Luo Binghe was well-advised at this point, but despite his getting spooked earlier, Luo Binghe seemed to be responding well now. He seemed to enjoy Shen Qingqiu’s comforting, so Shen Qingqiu kept a gentle hand stroking his side as his other hand returned to Luo Binghe’s hole to find it still wet and ready for him.
He reached for the oil again and oiled up his cock while he considered what to do next. Luo Binghe didn’t want to be fucked from behind, and it felt a little weird to put him on his back too, so Shen Qingqiu guided Luo Binghe onto his lap. Luo Binghe gave him a questioning look before Shen Qingqiu pulled him forward by the hip until his ass was hovering in the space over Shen Qingqiu’s very eager cucumber. Understanding dawned quickly enough—perks of sleeping with someone who had plentiful experience, Shen Qingqiu supposed.
“Will you make me work for it myself, Shizun?” Luo Binghe asked, shifting his weight down ever so slightly until they touched. The feeling of the delicate skin between Luo Binghe’s legs against the tip of his cock made Shen Qingqiu suck in a breath, and it only got worse as Luo Binghe slid forward a bit until Shen Qingqiu’s cock was catching against his slightly open hole.
Still, he couldn’t be shown up by his disciple by this! Shen Qingqiu pulled himself together as much as he could, and held Luo Binghe by the hips to steady him (and give himself a moment to breathe.) “Didn’t I promise that I would take care of you?” he asked.
Slowly, he started to lower Luo Binghe onto his cock. It was excruciating, the tight heat of Luo Binghe slowly opening up around him. Suddenly, he understood why his own Luo Binghe would start thrusting recklessly with abandon.
He could feel the tension of Luo Binghe’s body beneath his hands, and the way he would try to relax only to tense up again.
“You’re doing good,” he murmured, and Luo Binghe, who had his eyes narrowed in concentration, suddenly went wide-eyed as he looked down at him.
Oh, so he liked that.
Shen Qingqiu tried not to think about this Luo Binghe who probably had never been praised like that when he was younger, and instead pressed comforting kisses to his chest and shoulders while Luo Binghe slowly took more of him.
When he was fully seated in Luo Binghe, it felt almost too much, too intimate. Luo Binghe was cradled in his lap, the two of them touching in too many places. He’d never held his own Binghe like this, and suddenly he understood why his Luo Binghe might want something like this.
“Shizun…” Shen Qingqiu looked up and Luo Binghe was craning toward him for a kiss, which Shen Qingqiu gave him. Luo Binghe lacked his prior finesse, kissing him sloppy and desperate.
They stayed like that for a while, just kissing while Luo Binghe got used to having Shen Qingqiu inside of him and Shen Qingqiu got used to the feeling of so much, too much in a different way from when he was getting fucked.
Eventually Shen Qingqiu started to rock his hips slowly, his cock not quite pulling all the way out but shifting in small movements against Luo Binghe’s tight channel. He could feel the little punchy breaths Luo Binghe let out with each movement.
After a little while, Luo Binghe started shifting atop him more impatiently, straining forward to get some pressure on his cock from Shen Qingqiu’s abs. Taking that as a go-ahead, Shen Qingqiu slowly built up momentum, using his grip on Luo Binghe’s hips to help him ride the movement. Luo Binghe’s sounds rose in pitch as Shen Qingqiu fucked into him harder, their skin slapping against each other as Shen Qingqiu thrust up into him.
…god, fucking really was an ab and thigh workout. No wonder Luo Binghe was so toned all the time.
When he started to feel the strain in his thighs, he slowed his thrusts and the two of them sat there for a moment, still hopelessly intertwined. Luo Binghe’s eyes took a moment to refocus on him as they slowed. His hair was in disarray, a few strands sticking to his face from the sweat. Shen Qingqiu thoughtlessly reached up to brush them out of his face.
He didn’t expect Luo Binghe to nuzzle into his hand. It wasn’t like he didn’t know his own Luo Binghe could be affectionate, but still he couldn’t help the mental image of a giant lion purring under his hand as if it were a kitten.
Shen Qingqiu stroked an affectionate thumb against Luo Binghe’s cheek and finished brushing the hair out of Luo Binghe’s face, then rested his hand around the back of Luo Binghe’s neck.
“Can you ride me?” he asked, and Luo Binghe’s eyes twinkled with a briefly amused I told you so.
Nonetheless, he lifted up off Shen Qingqiu’s lap, then held his gaze as he sunk back down on him. God, it still felt as amazing as when he first sank into him. Luo Binghe glided a little more slickly against him now, his hole accepting him in more readily, seeming to take him in even deeper when Shen Qingqiu hadn’t thought it possible.
Shen Qingqiu wasn’t the type that liked to be vocal when having sex, but it seemed it was something Luo Binghe appreciated, so he murmured reassurances while Luo Binghe fucked himself in his lap.
“You’re doing good,” he praised, wrapping a hand around Luo Binghe’s cock to reward him. “You’re being very good for me.” He stroked him off as Luo Binghe bounced in his lap. When he reached up to kiss Luo Binghe again, he could see tears starting to gather in his eyes, and almost stopped, worried he’d touched upon some hidden-away wound again.
But Luo Binghe didn’t seem distressed, continuing to ride Shen Qingqiu as he blinked away the tears and kissed him eagerly.
…Even Bing-ge could be a crybaby, huh. Who knew? Shen Qingqiu felt fondness swell in his chest, and when they broke the kiss, Shen Qingqiu patted him atop his head and cradled Luo Binghe’s head to his chest. “You’re doing very well,” he praised, starting to thrust up again to meet Luo Binghe’s movements.
They weren’t entirely in sync, their hips knocking against each other awkwardly as they fucked each other with increasing urgency. Shen Qingqiu could feel the wetness of Luo Binghe’s tears against his chest and he stroked over the back of his head soothingly. “That’s it, that’s it. Good boy,” he praised.
When Shen Qingqiu finally came into the warm embrace of Luo Binghe’s body, he had just enough presence of mind to stroke Luo Binghe through his own orgasm, the two of them clinging tight to each other as Luo Binghe gasped wetly and wiped tears against his shoulder.
They came down from the orgasm slowly, taking time to untangle from each other. When Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu his eyes were red-rimmed but he seemed more relaxed, not so on edge.
Shen Qingqiu kissed him again and Luo Binghe’s eyes fluttered closed, returning the kiss.
Suddenly there was a movement to their side and Shen Qingqiu looked up from the room in surprise.
“Shizun, what—?” Another Luo Binghe—his Luo Binghe—stood by the bed next to them, looking surprised, and… a little bit intrigued?
Shen Qingqiu spluttered, pushing back from the Luo Binghe in his lap, who… had a hand atop Xin Mo, which had been resting at the side of the bed. He must have summoned his Luo Binghe here?
Slowly, Luo Binghe wrapped a possessive hand around Shen Qingqiu and pressed closer to him, turning to his Luo Binghe to grin tauntingly at him.
…ah, so the Luo Binghes were alike in their bad attitudes on this front, too. Shen Qingqiu let out a resigned sigh as his Luo Binghe trembled angrily before stomping toward them. He was in for a long night, it seemed.