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The first night together, Shen Yuan is feeling a little too excited.
Shen Jiu notes it with a roll of his eyes, but there’s something tense in his shoulders, the way he tugs his thin robe around his hips, in a way that it leaves open a slit wide enough that Shen Yuan could admire the pale skin of a thigh. He’s like an excited animal, a beast who wants nothing more than to conquer every bit of that flesh. With his teeth, with his fingers digging into the skin-- he inhales deeply, trying to ignore the feeling in his chest. Shen Jiu is teasing him, even when Shen Yuan cleans around the home, his cock is pushing against the front of his pants, hidden by his robes, but he’s sure there’s a stain of pre growing as he finished cleaning up. When he finishes, he smoothes out the bedsheets and glances up at Shen Jiu, whose lounging in the chair, legs crossed, but he’s still showing off skin. His eyes are dark as they watch Shen Yuan, a fan waving at his face, blowing his hair up.
“It’s been a long time, A-Yuan.” Shen Jiu sighs, dramatically tilting his head back, throat blemish-free, Shen Yuan swallowed thickly. He wanted to bite, hard enough that he bruised and branded Shen Jiu for everyone to see. “Three years… it must have been hard, A-Yuan, unable to touch yourself…”
Shen Yuan swallowed again, angling to move forward and touch his husband.
“Sit down.” Shen Jiu shifts his form, leg raising. It’s bare, smooth to the touch, but the moment Shen Yuan brushes his fingers against the curve of the other’s ankle, he’s being kicked. It’s not hard, but his Xiao Jiu pushes his toes against the elder’s chest, and he pushes until Shen Yuan is sitting firmly on his bottom. Shen Yuan opens his mouth, but Shen Jiu snaps his fan shut. “Don’t talk.”
Shen Yuan’s stomach burns, he wants to rub his fingers against the other’s foot, massage, and run his hand upwards, dig into the other’s knots until there was nothing but relaxed muscle. Shen Jiu tapped this mouth with his fan, kept on tapping, while in thought as he pressed his foot further against the other’s chest.
“A-Yuan, nod if you missed me.”
Shen Yuan did, near panting. What was this--? This had been years since he and Shen Jiu got intimate… dreams could not compare to what real life was. His Xiao Jiu was smiling now, head tilted upwards. His lashes fluttered, pupils were blown wide around green hues. Shen Yuan’s hand twitches, he-- he really wanted to just--!
“Now, strip.”
Shen Yuan moved faster than he felt like he had ever. He doesn’t stop until he’s down to nothing but his own skin, he reaches up even to undo his hair, watching the satisfaction on Shen Jiu’s face the moment he does.
“Good boy.” Shen Jiu crossed his legs, “now, grab the oil, and prepare yourself.”
Holy fuck.
Did Xiao Jiu learn some new tricks when he was gone?! This wasn’t hated, but it was hot. Shen Yuan nods, exhaling shakily as he stood, moving to where he thought the floral lubricant. He’s actually shaking, grabbing the little jar, “on the bed?” He asked, earning a hum of confirmation. Shen Yuan is jittery with excitement, plopping himself against the bed, shifting so he was settled in the middle as Shen Jiu moved over to sit on the edge, the hard end of the fan pressing against his knees until he spread his legs wide.
“Take your time, A-Yuan.”
He does. Shen Yuan hadn’t touched himself sexually in years, the first burn of pressure against his muscles has him tensing before he relaxes. A slicked finger pushes in slowly, a steady motion of thrusting to allow him to get used to the feeling before another follows in its place, two circling shallowly inside him, spreading himself open for Shen Jiu, who watched, eyes soft, fan waving at his face with a slyness Shen Yuan found himself blushing at. There had to be some sort of book or a fucking seminar (were seminars a thing here?) that Shen Jiu found... When did his sweet, easily flustered Xiao Jiu become as lewd as Shen Yuan?!
No shame, not hating…
Shen Yuan just…
...didn’t think he would last.
Which would only be embarrassing.
Huffing lightly, Shen Yuan turned his head, rubbing his cheek against the sheets and wriggling his hips. “Shizun, is this good?”
When he gets called Shizun, Shen Jiu’s expression falls into a deadpan. He gets whacked with the fan, the edge of wood hitting at his thigh, before Shen Jiu sighs, placing the item down gently, slipping from his robe to settle between Shen Yuan’s thighs. He doesn’t speak, not when he tugs at Shen Yuan’s wrist, kissing at the other’s palm despite the slick smeared over the skin. He grabs at the jar, coating his erection, one hand kept at Shen Yuan’s leg. The elder of the two can only hook his other leg behind Shen Jiu’s waist, breathing in shakily. Shen Jiu doesn’t push in quickly, he takes his time. Watches Shen Yuan’s face with a gentle expression tilts his head when the elder wriggles and whines.
The moment Shen Jiu does settle into him, it’s with a roll of his hips, the hand on Shen Yuan’s thigh tightening, then he pulls out, thrusts in harsh enough that Shen Yuan is pushed down against the bed, his fingers scraping down Shen Jiu’s neck.
“Ah-- haaa, is A-J-Jiu going to come soon?” He teases, earning a sharp bite at his neck.
“A-Yuan will work for it.”
“Mm-- Haaa--!!??” Shen Yuan doesn’t shriek, but he scrambles when the position is flipped. Shen Jiu’s back hits the bed, heels braced against the sheets as he thrust upwards into Shen Yuan, whose hands slam down against the other’s chest. He cries out at the position, vision swimming when he’s rocking down, heat spills into his veins, the more he focused on his on just fucking himself on his husband’s erection. He doesn’t care if his sounding wanton, or if he’s leaving scratches all over the other’s chest. Shen Jiu watches him with a too soft gaze, for something like this.
“Is A-Yuan close?” Shen Jiu’s voice is thick with arousal, his hand coming to rest at the small of Shen Yuan’s back. Shen Yuan chokes out a yes, and then there’s another hand on his cock, squeezing around the base, thumb pushing against the head, and Shen Yuan’s near crumbling under the sensation until Shen Jiu squeezes a bit too tight.
“Ah--”
“Not yet.” Shen Jiu murmurs, “this master’s disciple has been naughty, and deserves to be punished.”
Holy.
Fuck.
What the fuck--
Shen Yuan breathes in sharply, ‘S-shizun… t-this disciple…” Shen Yuan stutters, fingers curling over Shen Jiu’s chest, pressing against the other’s beating heart. It was going as fast as Shen Yuan’s, a warm, bubbly feeling settled into his stomach, affection at the thought of the two being in sync.
Shen Jiu’s brow raised, “is this one’s disciple unable to speak?” His hips jerked upwards, surging deep inside the elder, leaving him shaking. Crying out a desperate sound as he ground downwards.
“S-Shizun, shizun, p-please-- this-- this disciple ap-apologizes fo-for--” For what, Shen Yuan didn’t even know! He just wanted to cum, and Shen Jiu was thrusting into him, purposefully missing his prostate, just feeling his husband was enough to keep him going, but he felt so--!
“What has this disciple done?”
“L-Leaving--!” Shen Yuan cried, swallowing thickly, near sobbing as he tried to chase a release Shen Jiu wouldn’t let him have. “--C-calling you Shizun--! Fuck, fuck, A-Jiu, please---”
“Beg for it.”
“I am!” Shen Yuan wanted to cry, he really did, because he was so fucking close. His legs were starting to burn with the effort of how long he kept going, falling down onto the others cock. Shen Jiu held him through it all, gripped his hip with one hand, the other teasing his erection, rubbing along the base, sliding up to press at the leaking head. “Oh, god, fuck, Xiao Jiu, don’t tease me-”
“Don’t call me Shizun in bed again.” Shen Jiu murmurs, pulling Shen Yuan down hard, thrusting into him over and over until Shen Yuan was finally cumming. Spilling into his husband’s hand, his breathing labored and eyes unfocused. He barely registered the sensation of being filled with something hot and wet. “Understood?”
“Mmmmmm.” Shen Yuan slumps forward, panting. His face pressed against Shen Jiu’s neck. “...Shizun.”
His ass is slapped. Shen Yuan, in all his shameless glory, moans so loud, that even Shen Jiu loses composure and turns bright red.
Shang Qinghua’s fiddling with his thumbs when he comes to meet Shen Yuan, weeks after the endless abyss. The two have a decent relationship, though, in a moment, Shen Yuan would be all too eager to shank him if Shang Qinghua did something terrible to Shen Jiu. When he’s approached, Shen Yuan is plucking at his husband’s guqin, having taken it to practice with the other disciples. Seeing Shang Qinghua, the man raised both brows. Waving away the more curious students, and putting away the guqin.
“What.”
“Uh… I ah…. I uh… have a serious… uhm… intimate… question…” Airplane Bro was blushing. He was stammering, rambling so fast Shen Yuan didn’t know what the hell he was saying.
“Relax.” Shen Yuan muttered, rubbing his face in irritation. “What’s going on?”
“So, like. You and… Shen Qingqiu… you two… like… have sex….?”
“...No, we remained virgins even though we were married.” Shen Yuan watched the other shrink, head ducking. “Yeah, we have sex. Why do you want to know about my sex life, dude?”
“...I uh, need… uh… advice.”
“Advice.” Shen Yuan crossed his arms, “for? A shitty papapa themed novel?”
“No!” Shang Qinghua lowered his voice, it was shaking and his face was bright red. “No… I just… a… are you the… bottom, bro?”
“... You better fucking tell me why the hell you need to know about my sex life--”
“I-- me and my king… er… well… we uh… we uhm...we did a thing?”
“A thing, you mean sex?” Shen Yuan can’t help the laugh that spills from his throat. He grabbed Shang Qinghua, shaking the other lightly, “I’m usually on top, alright? But I’ve been on the bottom. I know what Xiao Jiu likes, and honestly, the basics are pretty? Easy? In my opinion? I’ve been doing this since I was like... Twenty...” Shen Yuan trailed off, thinking of the many times he and Shen Jiu would get freaky under sheets while other disciples slept around them… they were so horny growing up, and honestly, Shen Yuan felt he still was. Shang Qinghua made a face.
“...TMI dude.”
“You’re fucking asking me about my sex life, you’re going to get TMI.”
“O-okay… well, my king says… uhm… my technique sucks.”
“...Are you just laying there?”
“I mean… he’s… he’s big. He kinda… it’s not like he sucks--”
“He sucks, doesn’t he?”
“Bro, it’s like he has a dick, but no idea what to do with it!”
Shen Yuan wants to laugh, he really does, but he calmly points out, “was he a virgin?”
Shang Qinghua goes silent. “Oh.” Then, “oh.”
“Look, are you making sure you have a lot of lube? There needs to be lube. Maybe you can prep yourself for him, have him watch. Then, you guide him into you,” the entire time he spoke, Shen Yuan was using his hands to indicate as best as he could, “or! Do what I do.”
“I don’t wanna know--”
“Oral.”
“Oral?”
“Yeap. Works every time. I use my mouth at least once every week to get Shen Jiu off before we have actually get into it.” Thinking about it now, it made Shen Yuan want to --! He shook his head quickly, watching Shang Qinghua-- was he taking notes? When the fuck did he get--! “You better not be writing about my husband.”
“No! Ew! I’m just, how do you… you know… oral?”
“Practice on a fucking cucumber or something dude.”
“But they taste gross…” Shang Qinghua mutters. “Okay, tell me more. I need all the help.”
The next time Shen Yuan sees him, Shang Qinghua carefully settles himself next to Shen Yuan.
“So… uhm. I did oral.”
“I don’t want to know this--” Shen Yuan begins, only to be cut off with Shang Qinghua going:
“I couldn’t swallow, it was so fucking cold, I-- I thought I was going to get brain freeze--”
“DUDE.”
“But then we actually did it, and it was so much better, thanks for the advice--”
“You literally have one minute to shut the fuck up before I tell Shen Jiu to kick you off this fucking peak.”
“...I can’t really walk--”
“HOW DID YOU GET HERE?”
For the next twenty minutes, Shen Yuan is told a story he wished he could erase from his memory.