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"I'm hanging up!" Liu Qingge's voice rings through the phone discarded on the covers, vaguely tinny with the muffling of the sheets.
"No, no, don't go," Shen Qingqiu says slightly breathlessly, hand fisting in Luo Binghe's hair. "I'm not distracted, I can keep talking- this is the last time you'll be able to call before you leave service range, tell me more about the trip."
"I can't hear you," Liu Qingge says irately, and Shen Qingqiu pulls the phone closer to his face, leaving it on speaker phone on the sheets next to his pillow.
"How about now?" he says, biting his lip as Luo Binghe kisses his thigh. Liu Qingge makes an irritated noise, but doesn't further rail against the sound quality, which means he can probably hear okay. "Is Liu ge's expedition all leaving together tomorrow- ah, Binghe! You..."
A ringing silence issues from the phone as Luo Binghe smiles innocently up from between Shen Qingqiu's bare thighs, face partially blocked by the, ahem, interested member between them.
"I can go," Liu Qingge says stiffly; Shen Qingqiu shakes his head, pursing his lips though Liu Qingge can't see. "It's late where you are," Liu Qingge continues at Shen Qingqiu's silence; I'll let you sleep."
"Stay," Shen Qingqiu says firmly, flicking Luo Binghe's forehead gently with his finger- not gently enough to dissuade him. He's sure that they can be quiet, Liu Qingge will barely be disturbed at all. "What has Liu ge been up to?"
There's a short silence from the phone; then Liu Qingge's voice, resigned, starts back up. "The team is going up the mountain, like I said," he huffs. "But they didn't bring the correct number of tarps, so they're trying to figure out how we'll camp."
"Mm," Shen Qingqiu hums, letting his eyes fall closed as Luo Binghe's gentle kisses against his thighs become more open-mouthed; hotter. He occasionally pulls back to let his breath glance, teasing, against Shen Qingqiu's cock, which is quite obviously paying attention. Luo Binghe hasn't let him concentrate on the call at all for the last half hour, sweetly nosing against him, hands teasingly caressing Shen Qingqiu's chest; it's no wonder Shen Qingqiu's body is fully ready to go. He really can't be blamed for the pleased sigh that escapes from his lips as Luo Binghe slowly licks, just once, at the very base of his cock.
"Are you listening?" Liu Qingge snaps, his recitation of camping supplies cutting off abruptly.
"Yes," Shen Qingqiu says, slightly breathlessly. "I like hearing your voice," he continues cheerfully, thinking of the days they'll spend out of touch. "Keep talking."
The silence that issues from the phone has a certain indescribable quality; but after a moment, Liu Qingge's voice continues, slightly halting.
"We'll be carrying the extra supplies up in shifts," he says, and Luo Binghe immediately sucks the entire head of Shen Qingqiu's cock into his hot, wet mouth.
"Fuck," Shen Qingqiu says quietly, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks. "That is, uh- ahem." He grabs desperately for what Liu Qingge was talking about. "In shifts, you say?" He hopes that his voice doesn't sound too different than usual; Luo Binghe often teases him about how he sounds more hoarse after receiving a blowjob than deepthroat master Binghe himself does after giving it.
"Yeah," Liu Qingge says, voice a little low. "We'll be... walking up to the base camp, then to the research station in stages with the supplies."
"Oh, that's good," Shen Qingqiu says thoughtlessly, petting Luo Binghe's hair and making accidental eye contact with him that sends a vicious heat racing through the whole length of his dick. His husband is so beautiful, so erotic with his lips parted wide like that-
Liu Qingge has gone quiet.
"Keep talking," Shen Qingqiu encourages, biting his lip as he watches Luo Binghe half-lid his eyes and start to swallow Shen Qingqiu's leaking cock all the way down into his throat. "Mm-" he breathes out with a small groan, "keep going."
He's obviously on the phone with Liu Qingge, so of course that's who he's directing his words to. He wouldn't, of course, be telling his husband how to suck his dick out loud while talking to his platonic, handsome friend, who's probably totally completely definitely straight. In fact, he's so straight that Shen Qingqiu has only seen him ever kiss a man once- and that man was Shen Qingqiu, at a party when they were both young and drunk, so it barely counts! They're so close, that's basically a friendship kiss.
Liu Qingge's tongue was soft and easy in Shen Qingqiu's mouth, though; very similar to the way that Luo Binghe's is as he pulls off the head of Shen Qingqiu's cock, provoking a sharp, aroused inhale that's echoed on the other side of the phone.
"Are you sure you don't want me to go," Liu Qingge says, voice tense.
Luo Binghe pulls all the way off, wet red lips popping off Shen Qingqiu's cock and making his hands fist in the sheets.
"My husband is telling you to talk, so start talking," he says commandingly; and then he audibly hums as he goes back down.
"Yes," Shen Qingqiu agrees, with no quality of moan in his voice at all. "I'll miss you when we can't talk, don't go yet."
There's a short, sharp inhale on the other side of the line; then, slowly Liu Qingge's voice starts back up again. Shen Qingqiu has never been so intensely interested in listening to the minutia of backpacking arrangements.
"Mm," Shen Qingqiu says in agreement, after a few minutes. "That's right, you'll have to do your hair- it always sticks to your forehead when you're all sweaty."
"It does not," Liu Qingge says pissily. He's so cute when he's annoyed.
"It does," Luo Binghe says, pulling off Shen Qingqiu's dick as if solely to mock Liu Qingge. He runs his tongue around the head once, then rubs slowly beneath it with his thumb. It feels so good Shen Qingqiu could pass away on the spot. "And you get all red, too."
"I do NOT," Liu Qingge says with great offense. Shen Qingqiu breathes out unsteadily- he hopes the shudder in his breath wasn't audible- picturing Liu Qingge, flushed and sweaty. He definitely does get red when he's been working out. It goes all the way down from his cheeks to his neck, disappearing below those tight white shirts he always wears to work out in-
"I can see straight through your shirt, you sweat so much," he laughs. An indignant sputter rings through the phone, and Shen Qingqiu exhales shakily with the motion of Luo Binghe's tight fist around his cock. His whole body is tingling with it; Luo Binghe is staring up at him, eyes half-lidded, biting his flushed lips. Don't you have something nicer to put on those lips than your teeth, husband? Shen Qingqiu's peerless tool is right there... No, he's getting distracted! Concentrate! He's on the phone with Liu Qingge!
"You don't believe me?" he asks Liu Qingge, breathlessly amused, hips rolling slowly up into Luo Binghe's fist. "Everything is visible. Your nipples, that scar on your abs, the beauty mark right next to your navel-"
"His nipples are brown," Luo Binghe contributes, helpfully, still watching Shen Qingqiu intently. A slow smile spreads across his lips at Liu Qingge's indignant noise, as he finally- FINALLY- ducks his head back down to take Shen Qingqiu in his mouth once more. Shen Qingqiu's head hits the pillow hard, a groan leaving his lips at the sensation- oh he's much closer than he thought.
"You-" Liu Qingge says, an unfamiliar quality coloring his voice. It sounds close to embarrassment, but there's another layer to it. For some reason, it reminds Shen Qingqiu of what his face had looked like that time that they platonically made out, so many years ago. Strong and handsome, flushed and staring at Shen Qingqiu like he couldn't believe what was happening; eyes dark and wide, hair slightly mussed. His hair was so soft, Shen Qingqiu has taken every chance since then to run his hands through it. He wishes he could wrap Liu Qingge's ponytail around his hand right now-
He tugs firmly on Luo Binghe's head, pushing him further onto his dick. His husband makes a satisfied choking noise and swallows, making Shen Qingqiu's eyes roll back in his head. He's breathing heavily- hopefully it's not too audible to Liu Qingge, on the sheets right by his head. His eyes flutter open to glance at the phone, Liu Qingge's picture visible right in the middle of it- and then suddenly the phone is gone, snatched away in Luo Binghe's beautiful hand. It's not gone far, though; Luo Binghe places it right on...
On Shen Qingqiu's stomach. Right above where he continues to wetly- and noisily- indulge in his favorite past time.
Shen Qingqiu had better keep the conversation going.
"Is ge wearing one of those shirts now, I wonder?" he pants, rubbing his thumbs around Luo Binghe's temples to provoke that humming purr of satisfaction that his husband always makes. It sounds particularly filthy through the wet slide of Shen Qingqiu's cock in his mouth.
"I'm not wearing anything," Liu Qingge denies, strangled. "I'm in bed."
"Nothing?" Luo Binghe immediately pulls off Shen Qingqiu's cock to say, voice throaty.
"None of your business!" Liu Qingge snaps, slightly breathless. Luo Binghe's hand disappears underneath him, his moan muffled by Shen Qingqiu's cock as he plugs himself back up. A quiet gasp comes from Liu Qingge's side of the phone, and Shen Qingqiu arches his back to push his cock deeper into Luo Binghe's mouth, legs spreading even further. He's never heard Liu Qingge make that noise before- but the sound quality is terrible, nothing like what he wants.
"I can't hear, ge," he complains, breathless, and a shifting noise comes from the other side of the line; suddenly, Liu Qingge's breathing is loud, as if he's in the room with them.
"Shen Qingqiu," he breathes, voice an intimate murmur, and Shen Qingqiu's name sounds so good on his lips that a wave of heat rolls through him, steady and inescapable.
"Ah- Liu ge," he replies, hips squirming up into Luo Binghe's talented ministrations. It's only polite to say someone's name back when they say yours, right? "Mm- keep talking-"
"I," Liu Qingge manages, voice unsteady. It's almost erotic, how staggered his words come out- Shen Qingqiu can't help but picture his face, imagine how he would look if he was saying those things while- while he was-
Liu Qingge is in a bed right now. If Shen Qingqiu pictures him, there's no way to avoid picturing him... in that bed. Maybe sweaty, like they talked about earlier; flushed. Completely nude. Shen Qingqiu never knew that he slept nude.
That beauty mark next to his navel, the little ones that scatter across his neck and probably his pecs- they would probably be. Heaving. With the way that it sounds like he's breathing so heavy, right now- his breath hot and sweet, most likely, like it was when Shen Qingqiu was kissing him, hands running over those handsome cheekbones, playing with his pretty hair, grabbing the muscles of his flexing shoulders. His shoulders would be naked, now, if someone was grabbing them. They would be- the skin would be hot, and very smooth, and he would be lying down in bed, because that's where he is right now, and Shen Qingqiu's husband is SO GOOD with his mouth, he can't think, he's-
Luo Binghe hums in satisfaction, thumbs rubbing decadently into the dips of Shen Qingqiu's hips- and just like that, it's over.
Shen Qingqiu slaps a hand over his mouth in the desperate hope that it will help to contain the sounds, but he can't tell if he's successful; all he can hear is the rushing in his ears and the wet noises of Luo Binghe's mouth and the gasping breaths coming through the phone. That talented mouth on him refuses to pull away, the waves of pleasure building and building until hot, sweet pleasure suffuses his entire body, like being submerged in a hot spring that soothes all your bodily aches and sucks your dick and also Liu Qingge is there, naked and probably wet, while Luo Binghe makes those sultry eyes up from between Shen Qingqiu's legs, pointing out his brown nipples.
After what feels like minutes and minutes of orgasm, Shen Qingqiu lets out one extremely self-satisfied noise, the likes of which he's only heard Luo Binghe shameless enough to make before. He'll be embarrassed about it when these endorphins stop cycling through his body. Luo Binghe finally pulls off his cock with a last, lingering lick, making Shen Qingqiu stretch his back like a cat in pleasure. The breathing on the other side of the line has also subsided to quiet panting; Luo Binghe is making the exact expression that Shen Qingqiu was imagining in his fantasy. Pardon, in his extended metaphor.
"...So," Shen Qingqiu says, clearing his throat. "You all leave tomorrow?"
"At 4:30am," Liu Qingge confirms, voice hoarse.
"Okay," Shen Qingqiu says, taking the phone as Luo Binghe presses it into his palm and raising it to his ear while Luo Binghe stalks up his body like a wild, dangerous beast. "And you'll be back next week?"
"On Wednesday," Liu Qingge agrees quietly.
"You'll have to come see us," Shen Qingqiu says into the phone, looking directly into Luo Binghe's fiery eyes as a fierce smile spreads across his husband's face.
"I will," Liu Qingge confirms, a touch breathless; and the call drops.