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His precious bun’s sobs were ebbing. Shen Qingqiu transitioned from cooing Binghe’s name to shushing him, without stopping the stroking hand in his lush curls.
Damn it, how could even Liu Qingge, the man with the E.Q. of a brick, see that Luo Binghe was unsatisfied?! Shen Qingqiu had worried and worried that his old hips were not enough for the stallion emperor, husband to innumerable wives, but he had worried about the wrong thing! As usual! Mentally he pounded his forehead against his old computer desk. Peerless Cucumber’s number one complaint, Luo Binghe’s lack of true emotional fulfillment, happiness, love connection, in favor of meaningless papapa! And he had blundered into the same mistake… as Airplane the hack author.
Excruciating. Also: excruciating that Liu Qingge was watching them. Shen Qingqiu darted a glance at him, but he was still staring at Shen Qingqiu’s hands in Luo Binghe’s hair with a yearning expression. And! This! Wasn’t! The first time! He! Had! Watched! Shen Qingqiu barely remembered the drunk time with the… the grinding… mostly he remembered being put out about the broken furniture the next morning. Liu Qingge, the war god of Bai Zhan, a peeping tom! How had the whole universe gotten so bent?! It beggared belief.
Shen Qingqiu had worried most about Liu Qingge’s mind surviving this trap they had fallen into without qi-deviating, but now it seemed Liu Qingge… really would like whatever they did. Yes, a nervous virgin! No, not a clueless one! Shen Qingqiu simply could not take any more surprises of this nature. Not today. It was more than enough, to know that austere, beautiful, apparently-sexless Liu Qingge… ah, he… furtively touched himself imagining… Luo Binghe’s sexploits… without, ah, being able to, shall we say, insert himself into the, the fantasy, personally. Just… he just… imagined Luo Binghe having sex with someone he loved, and who loved him in return… and it turned him on, so so much…
How strange! Shen Qingqiu thought, somehow near hysteria (for no reason?). What an interesting way to, hmm, sublimate your desires and… well, it hardly bore thinking about. It had nothing to do with Shen Qingqiu!
But his tender Binghe… he’d been through so much today. And he was a very jealous man, seeing carnal lust for his old teacher everywhere he looked. Would he tolerate seeing Shen Qingqiu lend his shidi ah, ahem, a hand? Liu Qingge’s… go-to spank-bank scenario, as it were, probably was not compatible with either a desolately weeping Luo Binghe nor an infuriated, wrathful one. Well?! What else could they possibly do?!
“Shizun,” Shen Qingqiu startled, and looked down at the upturned face in his lap. Ah, only a protagonist could weep, get fucked, weep again, and still look like a slightly damp movie star.
“Yes, Binghe?” Shen Qingqiu settled the few attractively errant curls behind Luo Binghe’s ears.
“I think I know how we can cure Liu shishu,” Luo Binghe said. Shen Qingqiu searched his face. The voice was confident. The eyes… searching? The mouth… was it trembling? Shen Qingqiu squinted. No. Was it… smirking? No, not possible either.
“This master is grateful for his… ah, beloved husband’s help. However, this master wants… is concerned that Binghe may upset himself, which this master could not bear. And as you recall… the poison forces Liu Qingge to tell the truth, and he must not fight it,” a glance at the man in question showed he was paying attention, at least—though since they had moved to the bedroom, the tongue biting had… stopped? And his answers were at least a little more content-oriented, if alternatively horrifying and unbelievably horny. Shen Qingqiu mentally shook himself.
“But you and I, Binghe, must force ourselves to ah… remain open, and honest. So any plan with… dissembling… will leave Liu shidi still paralyzed and… likely us all… embarrassed,” Shen Qingqiu paused. Luo Binghe’s eyes still shone clear and now… more confident? “Given all that… does your plan, ah… still work?”
“Yes, Shizun,” his sticky husband replied. “Trust your devoted disciple.” Luo Binghe turned his head to kiss Shen Qingqi’s wrist.
“Then I am in your hands,” Shen Qingqiu said. Ah! Is it possible that the protagonist aura will for once work in their favor?! Has Luo Binghe’s famed tactical genius struck again, in a new realm? Well, new to this universe. Shen Qingqiu recalled some… tactical love scenes… but surely…
Abruptly Shen Qingqiu found himself lifted from the bed in Luo Binghe’s arms. Ah, his sweet man has taken him literally in his hands! Shen Qingqiu prepared to settle into being carried around to the other side of the bed but found himself… flung onto it?! Next to Liu Qingge? Who was now also lying flat on his back instead of sitting up at the headboard? And Luo Binghe was now working on the belts at Shen Qingqiu’s waist, flinging bits of his clothing off to the side. He was going so fast?!
“Binghe, what… what…” What is your plan?! Share with the audience, please!! There is probably audience participation required!!
“Shizun needn’t worry,” Luo Binghe said, grinning happily up from where he had managed to undo all of Shen Qingqiu’s layers very, VERY fast. He grinned wider, and leaned over to whisper in Shen Qingqiu’s ear—and not the ear away from Liu Qingge! The one right next to him! Where he could hear!
“I’ll just give Shizun what he wanted before,” Luo Binghe purred, before licking Shen Qingqiu’s neck below his ear. Shen Qingqiu felt his hands on Luo Binghe’s waist—when had that happened?!—tighten. In… fear? Probably fear.
“This husband was so selfish earlier, making shizun be the one inside. Shizun was so generous,” Luo Binghe’s hands had gotten Shen Qingqiu’s his pants untied, and somehow held his torso such that he was able to tilt up Shen Qingqiu’s hips and legs and slip them off without dislodging his mouth from Shen Qingqiu’s neck. Truly, too OP!
“Shizun wanted this unworthy husband to be inside, and so I can only obey, if belatedly,” Luo Binghe’s breath in his ear was sending tingly shocks down his neck. That and the prospect of…! In front of…!
“Shizun did say,” Luo Binghe panted, as his wet finger—when did he get the lube?!—slipped into Shen Qingqiu’s—well, already pretty wet, hole. “That he liked it,” Luo Binghe finished, and pulled back to look Shen Qingqiu in the eye.
“Shizun even said he loved it, even when it was difficult,” Luo Binghe’s voice was smoky and confident, but his eyes… nervous? Luo Binghe paused, expectantly. And stared. And… still fingered.
“I… this…” Shen Qingqiu managed, feeling himself writhe a little, his hands trying to smoothly cover his face as a fan would. Ah, truthfulness! Fuck!
“I did say that,” Shen Qingqiu choked out. Oh, fuck, do better! “I… do love it. Please,” he sobbed, and at this he heard a gasp to his right, but he only had eyes for his husband, whose two—two!!—fingers had paused in their busy work downstairs, and whose mouth had dropped open.
“Ah…” Why was this still such a struggle?! “Please, ah, do… it… to me,” Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut. He sounded so stupid!
Meanwhile some sort of… growling noise happened, the source of which Shen Qingqiu couldn’t identify when he opened his eyes, and Luo Binghe’s fingers definitely were encouraged by Shen Qingqiu’s shitty attempt at dirty talk. Shen Qingqiu worked on his breathing, as they had learned was important for prep—in in in, out out out, relax. Whoops, there went the third finger. Binghe!! Didn’t you just get it an hour ago?! Why so impatient…
But Shen Qingqiu could also feel himself starting to breathe heavily, his mouth open and gasping. And he could hear Binghe panting as he watched himself work Shen Qingqiu open, his left hand (Ambidextrous! Not just for sword fighting! So cool!) working on opening his own robes. And of course there was also…
FUCK! Liu Qingge was ALSO PANTING because he was ALSO THERE.
Shen Qingqiu’s head snapped to his right to look—had Luo Binghe turned Liu Qingge’s head for him a little?! So he could see?! Because he was definitely looking! Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened as he took in the whole body…situation. He was definitely looking disrespectfully, and it was showing!
“Binghe, Binghe…” Shen Qingqiu managed. “Binghe, what about Liu shidi?! If you’re… if you’re doing, ah, me… then how will…?”
“Don’t worry, Shizun,” Luo Binghe looked up from between Shen Qingqiu’s legs with a little proud smile. “I’ll handle him.”
“Handle…?” Shen Qingqiu begun, as Liu Qingge choked. Luo Binghe had also managed to lose his pants somehow? Where were they?! Did he use a talisman or something? Because the pillar was in the open, and it was ALSO looking disrespectfully. Just as magnificent as usual and as… mouth, uh, mouthwatering… anyway!
And where did Luo Binghe’s left hand go?! Shen Qingqiu’s eyes trailed up Luo Binghe’s torso, maybe a little distracted at how his abs tensed and flexed… though why was he… and at his shoulder, the left arm was wrenched back, disappearing behind… Luo Binghe tossed his head back and groaned, his Adam’s apple bobbing, as he… clearly… rode his… own hand?!
Oh fuck, HANDLE HIM. “Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu, well… he squeaked.
“Ah, Shizun made it so easy and so wet already,” Luo Binghe said to the ceiling, still busy working… both of his hands… “Liu shishu will just slip right in.” Then the demon emperor’s chin tipped down, slowly and deliberately, to look at… right at Liu Qingge, who… was looking right back, stunned.
Luo Binghe smiled at him. Oh no, a very scary smile! Shen Qingqiu was a little scared on Liu Qingge’s behalf, though… no less horny.
“You mean,” Liu Qingge gulped out. How was it the man with the truth compelling poison still in his veins kept so quiet for so long?!
“You mean, I’m going to fuck you?” Liu Qingge, said, his face still smacked-fish dumb, somehow, right to Luo Binghe’s face?!
“Oh, no, shishu—you can’t move, you’re poisoned, you can’t fuck anyone,” Luo Binghe said, sounding deeply satisfied. His eyes went heavy lidded as he apparently did something… ah, nice to himself. And inspired his right hand to new efforts inside Shen Qingqui! Ah!! Shen Qingqiu found his neck arching and so lost visuals on this dangerous tableau.
“I’m going to make your fantasy come true,” Luo Binghe continued, almost dreamily. “I’m going to fuck Shizun in front of you, and while I do it, I am going to fuck you too.” WHAT!!
Luo Binghe’s left hand was apparently free from its… duties, as it was now ripping Shen Qingqiu’s robes off his shoulders. Shen Qingqiu tried confusedly to help him, clumsily, pulling each arm out of the layers in turn. When he was bare, sitting in a pile of his own discarded clothing, Luo Binghe tipped up Shen Qingqiu’s chin with his clean wrist.
“Shizun,” he called. “Shizun, look at me.” Sort of, mostly unwillingly, Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes. When did they close?! Ah! Luo Binghe was very, very close!
“Is that ok, Shizun? Are you willing?” Luo Binghe asked, quite seriously. His fingers… never stopped…
Shen Qingqiu was OPEN, in every way! He was going to be open and honest!
“If Binghe likes it, then how can this master not be willing? Ah,” Shen Qingqiu cut off, at the dimming of Luo Binghe’s expression. OPEN, so very OPEN!!
“Ah, how can this husband not…um, enjoy it? I mean,” Damn it, he was an immortal cultivator, fucking spit it out!
“I mean, I… really want it,” Shen Qingqiu’s breath caught at the clear delight dawning from Luo Binghe’s face. “I even… this husband… that is…”
Luo Binghe finally removed his—several!—fingers from Shen Qingqiu’s body, and used both hands to catch at Shen Qingqiu’s waist, and pull him into his lap. Shen Qingqiu automatically wrapped his legs around Luo Binghe’s torso, though they weren’t yet… ah, connected.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu was able to say, into his husband’s hair, thankfully able to hide his face. Much easier! “I want you to… do me, um, while you… uh…” How to put it in a way that wasn’t telling the Demon Emperor he was gonna ride a dick?!
“While you… ride Liu Qingge’s dick!” Shen Qingqiu finished on a yelp.
To be fair though, while he had been struggling to say words (wasn’t that supposed to be his only actual talent, that wasn’t inherited from the original goods! Saying words about Luo Binghe! Right?!) Luo Binghe had continued enacting his plan. Shen Qingqiu found himself jostled a bit, unstable, and so clung with all four limbs to Luo Binghe as he rose to a crouch and sidled over to hover over, presumably, Liu Qingge’s thighs. Luo Binghe’s hands left Shen Qingqiu’s hips, who very thankfully was still clinging with all his might to the rock-hard protagonist torso, and then there was a clear… series… of ripping sounds.
“What the…!” Liu Qingge shouted.
“Shishu,” Luo Binghe cooed, as he thumped from his feet to his knees on the bed, straddling Liu Qingge… higher up. “Do you want me to stop?” Luo Binghe’s right hand returned to Shen Qingqiu’s flank and stroked him, soothingly. His left hand, however, slid past Shen Qingqiu’s clinging ankle down to… where it had been working, before…
“No, please don’t stop,” Liu Qingge said, fervent and… alarmed? through his continued heavy breathing. “I hate that you ripped apart all of my clothes, and will definitely resentfully stare at them later, and probably brood, but I really would like you to please continue!”
So wordy! But… at least, very clear?
“In that case,” Luo Binghe said, and there was further shifting of his torso. Shen Qingqiu felt the forearm pressed to his foot flex, as though reaching. Luo Binghe raised himself up on his thighs and then…slowly, settled down. His hips under Shen Qingqiu’s crossed feet wriggled a little, side to side. Liu Qingge, meanwhile… sounded like he was choking, or possibly dying.
“And now…” Luo Binghe said, almost to himself, as he took Shen Qingqiu’s hips in both hands, and lifted him entirely in them (so strong!!)
“Shishu should definitely pay attention, if what he likes is watching,” Luo Binghe said, as he slowly slid Shen Qingqiu along the tip of his massive pillar from his balls backward. Liu Qingge maybe said something in reply, but Shen Qingqiu missed it. The fat head of Luo Binghe’s cock caught on Shen Qingqiu’s hole despite how slick the whole, uh, situation was. Was Luo Binghe really going to put it in like this?? Right in front of Liu Qingge’s no doubt staring face? With no hands?!? Shen Qingqiu’s fingers dug into the meat of Luo Binghe’s shoulders where it met his neck, closing his wrapped arms tighter around his husband.
He was definitely going to. And he, uh, did.
Slowly, thank god; and after a few centimeters he cupped Shen Qingqiu’s ass more firmly underneath with one hand and held him like that—one handed!!!—to reach back with the other and unhook Shen Qingqiu’s feet. He massaged along Shen Qingqiu’s—ok, a little cramped—calf and set the foot on the bed with a little pat, so he could put his weight onto the ball of it. Slowly and somehow without any further, uh, pillar progress, he repeated the process on the other side. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t, however, drop to his own knees, because he had a long way to go on that pillar, and then the height of both Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge’s hips besides. And all the while! What! Was! Liu Qingge! Seeing!
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu muttered into his husband’s hair, trying not to disrupt any of his fragile balance. There was no sound except a lot of breathing.
“Hmm?” Binghe replied, as his hands settled back on Shen Qingqiu’s ass, and he slowly started to rock Shen Qingqiu’s whole pelvis, in a wide anterior-posterior circle, inching him down and himself… in.
“Binghe, is he… watching?” Shen Qingqiu muttered, directly into Luo Binghe’s ear, as quietly as he could.
“Yes, shizun. He’s definitely watching.” Luo Binghe’s reply was smug, and… not at all quiet.
“Shishu, do you like what you see?” He asked, teasingly. Shen Qingqiu jerked. The audaciousness!
“I do, definitely,” Liu Qingge panted. “I never thought I…oh! Did he just squeeze you? Did I see it?”
“He did,” Luo Binghe sighed. His fingers kneaded Shen Qingqiu’s flesh even as he kept the filthy rocking going. “Oh, shizun, you feel so good on this miserable disciple.” The cheek! Thank god no one could see Shen Qingqiu’s face! He was probably literally on fire!
But Luo Binghe was merciless. “Shizun, what about you… do you feel good?” How! What! Was this! Could he have planned this…?!
“Shizun, it’s only to fulfill Liu shishu’s fantasy. This humble husband is sorry to be so vulgar. But Liu shishu did say he dreamed of… of shizun saying things to this disciple…”
With a little hitch of his breath, during that speech, Luo Binghe had tipped Shen Qingqiu’s hips backward and lifted him a few centimeters, and tugged him down, just slightly, at the same time that Luo Binghe thrust up, just slightly. Shen Qingqiu gurgled. And then on the downswing of Luo Binghe’s hips… yes, that was definitely a gurgle from Liu Qingge.
“Mmm, you’re almost there, shizun, just a little more. Husband. Tell me, tell me… do you like it?” His needy husband, his sticky disciple! Ahhhh why are you asking me this when I actually have to answer?!
Well, actually… it did make some sense.
Luo Binghe then added in a little reciprocal rock of his own pelvis, timed to meet Shen Qingqiu’s circling hips at their nadir. Luo Binghe wiggled and stretched a hand from the cheek of Shen Qingqiu’s ass out to its full width and managed to pet Shen Qingqiu’s rim with the tip of his index finder. But Luo Binghe’s rocking had a second beat to it, the first being when he… he massaged inside Shen Qingqiu… which, ah! It was… but the other was at the opposite end of the motion. He was…
Luo Binghe did it again. This time, there was an audible squelch. And at the same time, an explosive, ‘ah!’ From Liu Qingge.
“Do you feel that, shishu,” Luo Binghe’s chin was tucked over Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder. This was undoubtedly a trick question. Did they FEEL THAT. God, what was Luo Binghe’s face doing, to match that tone?! Were they making eye contact over his shoulder? Oh, god, just staring into each others’ eyes as he… and they…
“That’s shizun’s come you’re fucking into,” Luo Binghe purred. “He took me in this bed earlier today.” Luo Binghe paused, and then chuckled. In response to…?! What was happening back there?!
Meanwhile, all the rocking and squeezing and very, very targeted, er, internal, ah! massage had led them to, uh, the point. Shen Qingqiu let his breath out—had he been holding it?!—on a sigh as he let his weight come off his feet (what little Luo Binghe wasn’t supporting already) and rest fully on his hips. Which were resting firmly on Luo Binghe’s lap. Nobody moved for a moment—Shen Qingqiu unsure of what was next, Liu Qingge, was, uh, paralyzed, and Luo Binghe…?
“Don’t worry, shishu,” Luo Binghe added—
“I am definitely worried,” Liu Qingge somehow interjected, flatly as only he could, but Luo Binghe didn’t let it put him off his plans. Luo Binghe’s torso tipped slowly forward as he snuggled his strong right arm tight tight around Shen Qingqiu’s back, and gripped his opposite shoulder. The left hand—where—oh, he must be leaning his weight on it on the bed; although, when he put it down, it sounded more like a slap? A fleshy, uh, slap… Shen Qingqiu felt increasingly unbalanced. But his feet were under him, and Luo Binghe’s arm was like an iron bar around him, he was… probably fine…
Between Shen Qingqiu’s legs he felt Luo Binghe’s thighs tense up, and they both rose. Binghe! What! Are! You! Doing!
And then very suddenly it was very clear. Luo Binghe was going to ride Liu Qingge’s dick. Hard. As only the protagonist could ride.
It was really… masterful. Truly, Shen Qingqiu had seen Luo Binghe’s performance in the sensual arts improve in leaps and bounds over the years but this… this was… uh, it was… advanced…
Shen Qingqiu heard himself grunt out a very unsophisticated “uhhh” at each tiny bounce he took in Luo Binghe’s lap whenever Luo Binghe ground down during his very… aggressive, very… athletic… yes. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t jostled all that much, he… was basically made a part of Luo Binghe’s body, all of a big, sweaty piece with him, with just the hint of bodily lightness at the top, when Luo Binghe’s hips really, uh, drove them both, er, up… and a very, very dirty grind at the bottom, which Shen Qingqiu suspected his own weight then contributed to as they bottomed out on poor Liu Qingge. But Luo Binghe was… he was truly moving them… very fast, and very hard…
Luo Binghe somehow managed to turn to kiss his cheek, once, very quickly. “OK, shizun?” He asked.
“Nrgh,” Shen Qingqiu replied.
“Good,” Luo Binghe responded.
Liu Qingge, meanwhile, started out very quiet, once the, the… fucking began in earnest; at least, Shen Qingqiu… thought. Luo Binghe’s satisfied pants and “yeah”s in his ear were… distracting, but no one could possibly endure silently how truly ardently, sportively, aggressively Luo Binghe was fucking himself on Liu Qingge’s dick. Poor Liu shidi started out with ‘ah’ and moved to ‘ah!’ and then very rapidly to ‘ah, ah, guh—AH!’
Shen Qingqiu sympathized. At least Liu Qingge wasn’t able to form any embarrassing words. Although this was ALSO embarrassing… but on the other hand, it was maybe the hottest… certainly hotter than any, uh, comparable scene… though…
Shen Qingqiu might be biased.
“Are you going to come, shishu?” Binghe panted. “Does it feel good? Is it everything you never managed to dream of?” During this Shen Qingqiu could feel Luo Binghe’s massive dick jumping at each moment of emphasis in the speech, despite them not hitting with the… uh, the beat. Then the jumps sort of, transitioned into a rapid pattern… what was…?
Oh, Shen Qingqiu thought. He’s… squeezing Liu Qingge’s dick. He’s squeezing him and riding him. He’s going to… to milk the come from his dick…
“Yes,” Liu Qingge did manage to reply, sounding at the end of his rope. “Yes, you’re going to make me come, yes! Ah! AH! Fuck, it does, it feels so, so good, oh fuck, oh,” here he paused for a few really heartfelt AHs in a row. And what was maybe… a sob?
But that wasn’t the last question Luo Binghe had asked him, was it? Luo Binghe kept the relentless pace, his ass smacking wetly against Liu Qingge’s thighs, and every so often, there was… still… oh, god, there was a squelch…
“Luo Binghe!” Liu Qingge shouted. “Ah, it is—FUCK, it is more than I, ah,” a gulp, a few breaths, “I could never have imagined this. My brain is melting. I can’t—oh, oh—I can’t—“
But this apparently satisfied Shen Qingqiu’s husband, because he desisted. Well, verbally. And then—
Liu Qingge got even louder, which was… whew! And then clearly he… uh, because Luo Binghe stopped riding and started just grinding, keeping him apparently deep inside, and the jumps of Luo Binghe’s dick inside of Shen Qingqiu… stopped their staccato pattern and started just being… long, uh… strokes, strokes upward against Shen Qingqiu’s… fuck! And that must be so, so, uh— tight, around…
Liu Qingge made a truly, enormous, loud, deeply satisfied noise. It was probably the loudest noise Shen Qingqiu had heard him make, other than that of his sword against another. Luo Binghe rested, no longer moving, or… squeezing, but somehow still smugly. Shen Qingqiu began to catch his breath.
Which meant it was over. Thank… uh, goodness. Liu Qingge was cured. And now he and Luo Binghe could—well, tactfully withdraw… to, uh, Luo Binghe’s old room, he supposed? They could leave their bed to Liu Qingge to recover…
Shen Qingqiu patted the back of Luo Binghe’s head. “Thank you, Binghe,” he said. “That was… er, well done.” Was that was one said to one’s husband after said husband fucked the brains out of a friend, for… medical reasons? Honestly, given the source material, it was shocking this point of etiquette hadn’t come up sooner.
Luo Binghe wiggled a little, pulling Shen Qingqiu’s arms loose and pulling his own chest upright enough to look Shen Qingqiu in the eye. Liu Qingge, despite now being presumably free from his paralysis and compulsion to uncharacteristically contribute to conversations, made several pained noises at each wiggle—but didn’t appreciably move.
“Thank you, shizun,” Luo Binghe said, eyes sparkling, mouth—smirking? He kissed Shen Qingqiu on the nose, clearly so pleased with himself. “But though Liu Qingge is cured, you and I haven’t yet… finished.”
And with this Luo Binghe rose up on his knees again, and scooted rapidly backward on the bed, and dropped them both—still! Connected! At the ass!— between Liu Qingge’s legs. Shen Qingqiu was pressed back flat against—that must be—it was Liu Qingge’s sweaty chest—
Oh god, but Liu Qingge was cured now! What would…
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu shrieked, scrabbling at his husband’s shoulders. “Binghe, what…!”
Unfortunately he got no farther, because free from the need to—coordinate—the other end—Luo Binghe was very free to—focus. And oh fuck, he was… clearly, ah! Motivated.
Shen Qingqiu’s mouth was probably making—well, at least they weren’t words. At every stroke when Luo Binghe bottomed out, he lost… lost… his train of thought. Gradually he became aware that he could feel Liu Qingge’s… his equipment… in the small of his back. Wet, sticky— Shen Qingqiu’s back was jolting and sliding against it. It was… he could… it was easier and easier to feel it, every moment.
“Liu shushu,” Luo Binghe panted, much, much more out of breath than before—thank god! Shen Qingqiu was sure he couldn’t himself, oh! Oh, fuck…
“What,” Liu Qingge said. Or, well, gasped.
“Do you want to help me,” Luo Binghe asked. Shen Qingqiu looked up at his face—which, previously, as usual, in this, this… when they did this, had been pointed straight down at Shen Qingqiu, so Luo Binghe could watch him… because he probably very soon… and Luo Binghe was always able to tell, somehow, because he would usually at this point take his weight on one arm as he often did, and slide the other down…
But Luo Binghe’s face was tipped up. He was looking at Liu Qingge. Staring, more like—very intensely. But he was also, oh, no, that was not a promising smirk. Had Liu Qingge replied and he missed it?! Had he nodded?! Why am I not involved in this conversation!?
“Pinch his nipples,” Luo Binghe said! He! What!
“Not very hard, just sort of, rub them in-between your fingers. Don’t let up—don’t stop.” Luo Binghe turned his face back down to his quite! Quite put out! Very! Oh, but he was really putting his back into it now… Shen Qingqiu jolted and despite himself…
For a moment it seemed Shen Qingqiu would get away with it—WITH WHAT? His mind screamed—but he heard, over his own—breathing, that’s what that was, he was breathing loudly, not, not whining; there was a rustling—and then—
Shen Qingqiu looked down, and, somehow despite everything that had happened, was surprised to see Liu Qingge’s fingers creep across his chest to reach his… oh, oh! Fuck, it felt so good. And to think it was…! His stone-faced, gorgeous…! He was…!
Luo Binghe laughed. Shen Qingqiu screwed his eyes shut; it was too much. Especially when he could feel Luo Binghe’s weight shift, as he had previously expected, and he felt Luo Binghe’s huge hand softly land in-between Liu Qingge’s two grasping hands on Shen Qingqiu’s chest… and slide… down…
Well. Certainly under the circumstances he couldn’t help it. Who wouldn’t scream for the protagonist?!
In his confusion—after… Shen Qingqiu’s head and shoulders kept moving slowly up and down, deeper and more slowly as Liu Qingge recovered, because Shen Qingqiu was still… lying on top of him.
Luo Binghe meanwhile lay warm and gloating likewise completely on top of Shen Qingqiu, wooly head tucked in Shen Qingqiu’s neck, resting comfortably.
Though he did seem to be breathing deeply from the diaphragm, probably, Shen Qingqiu thought irritably, to emphasize the mess that slid between their bellies whenever he inhaled. And he hadn’t pulled out, which—honestly, Shen Qingqiu actually preferred. Both directions—in AND out—were an adjustment. Shen Qingqiu deserved a nice afterglow! It had been a really strange day! Though not… not entirely… not unenjoyable…
To hell with it, he was going to enjoy it. Luo Binghe had directed this little play, let him deal with the awkward end of the scene. Shen Qingqiu was going to sleep. Hopefully he would wake up in a warm bath sometime later with all of the… with everything resolved. And cleaner.
Surely, Shen Qingqiu thought, as he deliberately closed his eyes and exhaled, willing himself to float away as he often did after… damn it, after really good sex. Surely we will all simply never speak of this again, and continue on as before.
Yes. Surely.
THE END