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It starts like this: Shen Yuan meets an attractive man in the bar that women are flocking to, and in a drunken bout of bravery, asks the man how to pick up women. He's a virgin, which he doesn't confess right off the bat. He mentions only that he struggles to talk to women, because he doesn't pick up their cues very well. Also, he doesn't just want to sleep with a woman; he wants to find someone who likes him. And then, if he finds that someone, he doesn't want to be a disappointment in bed. So maybe he wants some sex tips, but the seduction part first and foremost!
Luo Binghe introduces himself with a charming smile and a warm, firm handshake. Aside from his handsome looks and flirty personality, one of the first things Shen Yuan notices are the calluses on his hands.
"Rope work," Luo Binghe explains, and then casually pulls out his phone to pull up his Instagram. Dozens upon dozens of pictures of people all tied up in intricate and aesthetically pleasing shibari ties are shown on the screen. Some suspended in the air. Some on their knees. It's good photography, and even better rope work.
As it turns out, Luo Binghe is a professional dom. He explains that while it isn’t always about sex, his clients’ pleasure and comfort is his to give and take as he pleases, so long as they allow him to do it. Shen Yuan is embarrassed as the pieces fall into place, and he realizes that he's been barking up probably the most wrong and right tree at the same time.
"I could pay you for some advice, if that's what it takes. Since you're… I mean, you get paid for that kind of stuff anyway, right?" Shen Yuan offers, to which Luo Binghe only hums in consideration, and then plucks the cocktail napkin from underneath Shen Yuan's drink and scrawls his phone number across it.
"Call me sometime. I'm sure we can arrange something."
It takes two weeks for Shen Yuan to work up the courage to text the number, and innocently wanders into the maw of the beast.
Luo Binghe doesn’t take his money. That should have been Shen Yuan’s first red flag, but he convinces himself with no particular difficulty that it’s because the dom was just a nice bro helping another bro out. He keeps that mentality even after discovering how… hands on Luo Binghe is with his “lessons”. In the beginning, it’s simple touches here and there; Luo Binghe massages his shoulders to get him to relax, or slides his hands across his body to guide him to a more confident posture, or settles a hand on his waist or lower back to give him a practical demonstration of how women like to be touched and teased.
One thing Shen Yuan is a little troubled by is how Luo Binghe speaks to him in those moments. Or, well, “troubled” isn’t the word, exactly, but he doesn’t know how else to describe the feeling he gets when Luo Binghe’s deep voice is crooning out instructions and praise to him in a low tone. Shen Yuan is particularly unsure how to feel when Luo Binghe is close enough that his hot breath puffs out against the shell of his ear. At least he knows that what Luo Binghe is doing is effective, because he’s so skilled at his work that even Shen Yuan’s body is reacting the way a woman’s would! Haha, isn’t that so wild? Luo Binghe is clearly passionate about his job!
Over the course of a month, Shen Yuan finds himself coming to really enjoy Luo Binghe’s company. He'd even dare to call them friends, as it’s been made abundantly clear that Shen Yuan is not his client. That fact is something Shen Yuan tries to argue for no more than a week before Luo Binghe finally admits why he won’t take his money.
“Most of my clients come to me for sexual gratification, Shen Yuan,” Luo Binghe explains, giving a cocky smirk when he sees the way Shen Yuan’s face burns crimson at the bold statement.
“Well… in… in a roundabout way, isn’t it still the same? You’re teaching me to… bring a woman to bed, so in the end…”
Luo Binghe leans forward over the table they’re seated at in the bar, right into Shen Yuan’s space. When Shen Yuan tries to pull back, Luo Binghe reaches forward and curls a hand around the base of his skull to pull him in. Right into Shen Yuan’s ear, he murmurs in his usual deep and seductive tone, “My clients want me to fuck them, A-Yuan.”
Shen Yuan’s brain melts out of his ears before he can stop his mouth from opening in a half-formed protest that only makes Luo Binghe grin and laugh at his stuttering.
He likes teasing Shen Yuan. He’s cute when he’s flustered, and there’s something inside of Luo Binghe that wants to test just exactly how far he can push the little twink before he breaks. No matter how fervently Shen Yuan seems to want to attract a woman- or how he’d insisted that he was “totally, 100% straight” when Luo Binghe had teasingly suggested that his techniques worked regardless of gender- Luo Binghe knows it’s only a matter of time before the little twink-in-denial caves. He’d look good underneath Luo Binghe’s heel, after all.
Just for fun, Luo Binghe decides to take him out to a local bar one night, to "test what he'd learned". The evening starts slow, as the two of them drink and scan the crowd for a nice-looking girl for Shen Yuan to flirt with. The first girl is sweet, but kindly informs Shen Yuan that she's there with her girlfriend, who immediately storms over and drapes herself over her while maliciously ignoring Shen Yuan's existence. Taking the hint, he awkwardly apologizes and goes back to Luo Binghe looking like a kicked puppy. After some reassurance, and a little bit of Luo Binghe teasing him for barking up the wrong tree, Shen Yuan is sent off for round two.
This time, the girl he ends up approaching is receptive, and even returns his- somewhat stiff- flirting. She smiles, and offers for him to sit, and graciously accepts when he offers to buy her a drink. She’s cute- the sort that looks as if she’d play the “girl next door” type in a film, with short hair and casual, slightly baggy clothing. Some anime character’s eyes are printed on the font of her hoodie, which is something Shen Yuan clearly had picked her out for.
Watching the two of them hit it off, a ball of red-hot iron settles in the pit of Luo Binghe’s stomach. This wasn’t actually part of the plan. He hadn’t planned on the way Shen Yuan would worm his way under his skin. He didn’t expect jealousy. Luo Binghe doesn’t get jealous, or else he’d certainly have chosen the wrong career path. It burns him up from the inside, and when he sees the girl laugh at something Shen Yuan said and playfully knock her foot against one of his under the table, he feels something click into place in his mind.
Before he can fully think through what he’s doing, he’s at Shen Yuan’s side, tugging him out of the booth by his arm and insisting that they need to leave right now. It isn’t hard to haul him away; Shen Yuan weighs next to nothing compared to Luo Binghe. What amazes and enchants Luo Binghe, though, is that Shen Yuan doesn’t even resist. He gets up willingly, and scrunches his brows together in concern as he asks what’s wrong.
“I don’t want to talk about it here,” Luo Binghe lies, wrapping a strong, muscular arm around Shen Yuan’s shoulders and drawing him close to talk to him more privately. Shen Yuan frowns, but stretches out an arm of his own and comfortingly rubs between Luo Binghe’s shoulder blades.
“Okay. Let’s get you home, then," Shen Yuan says gently, smiling up at Luo Binghe like he matters more than that girl, anyway, and the thing that had clicked in place creaks and groans as it tries to click down even harder.
Luo Binghe feels ravenous, looking at that sweet, caring expression. He thinks he might be salivating. Over his shoulder, he catches the girl’s confused gaze, and sneers.
“She was trying to steal your wallet," Luo Binghe later says, once the bar has disappeared from the rear view mirror. “I’m okay, there’s nothing for you to worry about."
Shen Yuan deflates, utterly gutted at the prospect that the girl had only pretended to be interested in him. “I thought it was going well…”
“You did a good job,” Luo Binghe soothes, reaching over to give Shen Yuan’s knee a light squeeze, “So don’t let it get you down. There’s always next time.”
In hindsight, perhaps he should have been more specific about that next time. Next time came after more lessons. Next time came when Luo Binghe was with him, to subtly keep an eye on Shen Yuan and whatever girl he was practicing on. Next time came when Luo Binghe could personally make sure that any of Shen Yuan’s endeavors failed, and he could come crying to Luo Binghe and solidify in his mind that Luo Binghe was a comforting presence.
“Next time” happens before Luo Binghe can stop it.
He receives a text just before midnight, when he’d been getting ready to shower after a workout. He has to read the message three times before his body unfreezes from the shock, and then he’s hastily throwing on a pair of joggers and the nearest t-shirt he can find and rushing out the door. It doesn’t matter that he speeds, because he doesn’t get caught.
By the time Luo Binghe makes it to the bar, Shen Yuan is sucking down his fourth drink to calm his rapidly worsening nerves. He'd tried to go out on his own, and not make Luo Binghe feel like a babysitter. Everything had gone well, until it hadn't.
The girl he'd tried to approach had taken to his friendly flirting easily, and had smiled and accepted his offer for a drink. Too quickly, the girl had started talking on and on about herself and her interests and friends- which had then spiraled into drama about people Shen Yuan had never met. She ordered drink after drink, and with the alcohol came boldness and a lot of touching. Shen Yuan got uncomfortable fast, but they hadn't covered how to let a girl down gently, and he was at a complete loss as she pawed at him and tugged his hands towards herself and giggled and whispered unintelligibly into his ear.
He didn't like the feeling of her breath on his skin. It wasn't… it wasn't quite the same as…
The girl sighed dramatically and snuggled into Shen Yuan's side, hugging his arm and pressing her breasts against his bicep. She slurs out something about how it's loud here, and she knows somewhere more quiet, and Shen Yuan's chest feels tight as one of her hands comes down on his thigh, and creeps up his inseam. He's too drunk to figure out how to tell her that he's changed his mind, and he isn't ready- but he tries to squeeze his thighs together, and she doesn't take the hint. It's right as her palm is about to cup around his crotch that she looks up, and the coy smile on her expression drops as she shouts and jerks back.
"Who the fuck are you?!" she snaps, and Shen Yuan turns his head to look up and behind him.
Luo Binghe stands there, looming over them at the booth and glaring hateful daggers at the woman who dared to touch Shen Yuan so disrespectfully. Relief floods Shen Yuan, and he finds himself grateful for the timely interruption, no matter how pissed Luo Binghe looks at the moment. Perhaps he feels just a touch of shame, too, but he can't quite put a finger on why.
"We're leaving," Luo Binghe snaps, pulling Shen Yuan to his feet- and catching him when he stumbles. "Here. For the drinks," he adds, digging out a fistful of bills and throwing them unceremoniously at the woman, who scoffs indignantly- and starts to stuff the money into her bra.
Shen Yuan closes his eyes and leans against Luo Binghe as he's guided out of the place with a strong, comforting arm keeping him upright. Even if Luo Binghe is mad… Shen Yuan is still glad he came. He’d been successful in his goal of catching the girl’s interest, but he really hadn’t thought through what came afterwards beyond the vague notion that he’d eventually find a girl he’d want to sleep with, but… Well, he can’t say he had actually been ready to go home with a woman. Not tonight. Not any time soon, really.
By the time he’s being impatiently buckled into the passenger seat of Luo Binghe’s car, Shen Yuan is dizzy and nauseous and full of regret. He tries to apologize, slurring out that he shouldn’t have gone out on his own, and please don’t be mad, Binghe, he’s sorry, he won’t do it again, he’s glad Binghe came and saved him, won’t he say something? Cold silence is all he gets, and when Luo Binghe fires up the engine and starts down the road, Shen Yuan gives up on trying to get a response. Luo Binghe must be really mad at him.
Shen Yuan shifts, with some drunken difficulty, until he can rest his burning cheek and forehead against the cool glass window, and closes his eyes. There’s a tightness in his chest, and a burning in his eyes. He didn’t mean to upset his friend- or… whatever Luo Binghe is to him. At the end of the day, it isn’t in Shen Yuan’s hands whether or not their strange relationship lasts. If Luo Binghe wanted to, he could just dump him at his doorstep for being a fucking idiot and then wash his hands of Shen Yuan. The thought alone makes him curl further into himself.
The whole way home, Luo Binghe doesn’t speak. He’s seething, clearly, but other than that, Shen Yuan can’t guess at what’s going on in his mind.. Reading the tense lines of his body, Shen Yuan can tell he’s holding down his temper. In his fragile state, Shen Yuan can only be grateful for that small mercy, for now. His mind is far from clear, but the silent ride is a sobering experience all the same. Feeling hot and nauseous, Shen Yuan closes his eyes and seeks out the cool air of the air conditioner. He notices when the dial on the console clicks, and the air starts to come out stronger and colder.
When they reach Luo Binghe’s home, Shen Yuan is confused, but he keeps his mouth shut as he’s guided inside and toward the bedroom. He’s unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, and groans when the sudden movement makes the world start to spin uncomfortably. Trying to ask what’s going on gets him nowhere, and Luo Binghe only gives him a hard look that he takes to mean, “stay put”. So he does. He watches as Luo Binghe leaves the room, and waits until the other man returns with a glass of water and a tiny white pill.
“Sit up," Luo Binghe commands.
Shen Yuan does.
“Open," Luo Binghe adds.
Shen Yuan hesitates, and Luo Binghe breathes out an annoyed sigh and sets the glass of water down on the bedside table before grabbing Shen Yuan by the jaw and squeezing down on his cheeks. Shen Yuan gets the message with a whine, parting his lips and keeping them that way even after Luo Binghe loosens his grip.
“Stick your tongue out.”
Shen Yuan lets out a short little breath, mildly annoyed at being bossed around like this, but at the same time, it feels… nice, to be looked after and cared for so adamantly. Besides, he… he’d missed Luo Binghe, and he thinks perhaps he deserves to be treated a little roughly after the stunt he pulled. That’s why he doesn’t protest or resist when Luo Binghe pushes the aspirin pill down firmly on his tongue, and then grabs the water and practically forces it down Shen Yuan’s throat.
Even when Shen Yuan starts to struggle to drink it all, nearly choking in his attempt to breathe around the water being poured into his mouth, Luo Binghe doesn’t stop until the entire glass is drunk. Afterwards, he gives Shen Yuan a minute to gasp and cough before leaning back in and prying his jaw open to look in his mouth and make sure the pill was swallowed. Shen Yuan whines, but he keeps still and docile when Luo Binghe’s fingers slide under his tongue, and around his gums, searching until he’s satisfied.
Luo Binghe’s fingers tasted a little salty. Shen Yuan swallows his excess saliva, and then looks up with glassy eyes to await whatever Luo Binghe was planning on doing next. Their eyes find one another’s, and hold for the length of several breaths, before Luo Binghe huffs in frustration and starts to shove Shen Yuan around on the bed so he can draw back the covers and tuck him underneath.
“Wait- I can’t take your bed,” Shen Yuan grumbles, trying to sit back up and push back the covers. A hand splays out over his sternum and pushes him right back down. “-oof, hey, Binghe, I don’t wanna- it’s your house, I shouldn’t-”
“Go to sleep, Shen Yuan," Luo Binghe snaps, in a firm tone that leaves absolutely no room for argument.
At a loss, and feeling cornered and ashamed, Shen Yuan frowns, but closes his eyes.
He’s out like a light not even five minutes later.
In the morning, Shen Yuan is served breakfast, scolded, and driven home. There’s a little more talking on the drive this time, as Luo Binghe reaches over the center console to lay a hand on Shen Yuan’s knee and gently warns him not to do anything like that again. He’d been so concerned, and if anything had happened, he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself, and perhaps Shen Yuan is ready to take his lessons a little further.
Reassured that Luo Binghe isn’t going to cast him aside for fucking up, Shen Yuan can’t help feeling secretly pleased that he can trust Luo Binghe so much. They’re really becoming very good friends, he thinks. Luo Binghe looks out for him, like a real friend, and isn’t enabling his bad behavior! Shen Yuan feels so lucky that he’d been brave enough to approach the handsome stranger in a bar that night.
Luo Binghe goes home, alone and exhausted after a sleepless night on his couch, and promptly faceplants onto his still-unmade bed. This proves to be a mistake, as he takes in a deep breath, and catches the lingering scent that undeniably belongs to Shen Yuan. His whole body stiffens as arousal pools low in his belly, and he slowly pushes himself up while staring down at the dent in the pillow that still carries the imprint of Shen Yuan’s head.
When, exactly, had this passing interest in some random twink settled so deeply into the core of his being? When had he become so obsessed, that even the faint smell of Shen Yuan on his sheets and the memory of his relaxed sleeping face, is enough to have his cock thickening in his pants? It makes him angry, thinking about Shen Yuan going home with someone else. He needs someone to guide him, and make him feel safe and comfortable. He doesn’t trust anyone else to treat Shen Yuan the way he needs to be treated. He’s sure that Shen Yuan would make the sweetest, most docile little pet in the right hands. If he’s handled the wrong way, though, it’d only hurt and confuse him.
Luo Binghe needs to make sure Shen Yuan is in capable hands, and there are no hands more capable than his own. He’s starting to understand the way his clients are always begging for him to fuck them properly. Some twisted part inside of him wants to hold Shen Yuan down and spread him out like a pinned butterfly, shaping and molding him to the perfect little sub he so clearly hides behind his fragile masculinity. If only he could simply push him up against the wall and fuck him stupid. Shen Yuan would make such pretty faces, Luo Binghe is certain.
Alas, he knows that direct action won’t work on Shen Yuan. The guy is so hung up on his heterosexuality; any attempt at direct flirting and seduction would likely only succeed in freezing Luo Binghe out, and he absolutely cannot have that. If there’s one thing he knows, it’s that he has to have Shen Yuan. Normally, this isn’t an issue at all. It’s a point of pride for Luo Binghe to be desired. To be able to look around in public and see several sets of eyes on him, envious and interested, is something he’d worked hard at. Shen Yuan is a challenge, and it’s been a while since he’s wanted something that didn’t come to him easily.
Once he’s actually managed to get Shen Yuan to break and beg for him, it'll satisfy this strange fixation he's found himself wrapped up in. He can get it all out of his system, leave Shen Yuan behind as a pleasant memory, and get back to routine. He's sure of it.
Still, some hungrier part of him whispers that if a simple fuck doesn't satisfy his obsession, he could always fuck Shen Yuan so good that nobody else could ever compare. It would be remarkably easy to get Shen Yuan addicted to him, and then the nerdy little twink could be his, and his only. He needs Shen Yuan to beg for him, the same way his clients do.
Not that he actually fucks his other clients. But Shen Yuan doesn't need to know that. He just needs to know that Luo Binghe might.
It's this line of thinking that gets him to ramp up their little lessons. It's so easy to get bolder with his touches, and giving Shen Yuan proper orders that are followed perfectly every time and without question. Shen Yuan thinks he's learning how to seduce, and seems to have no earthly idea that he himself is falling for seduction. He's terribly susceptible to Luo Binghe's slow and subtle manipulations. All that needs to be done to get Shen Yuan to obey is a convincing enough line or two about how women like a man who can serve and be served in turn. If Shen Yuan wants to understand how to please a woman, he has to learn to listen, and do as he's told. He has to experience the woman's place, so that he knows from personal experience how much is too much.
It's all top-tier bullshitting, of course, but Shen Yuan just nods and listens and gets down on his knees when he's ordered to do so. He kneels, posture hunched and unsure, until Luo Binghe praises him with a soft hand on the top of his head. There's a mumbled comment about how Shen Yuan isn't a kid, but he doesn't pull away from the affection.
Over the course of several sessions, and weeks and weeks of building, Luo Binghe starts to dig his claws in deeper. His control extends, bit by bit, until Shen Yuan doesn't even start eating without Luo Binghe's permission. He thinks that he's learning how to dress himself properly and eat with proper etiquette and keep a tidy space- and all of that is true. Luo Binghe is teaching Shen Yuan how to be a better version of himself- it's just that the better version of himself exists only at Luo Binghe's word.
One of the major differences between Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe’s usual clients is that his clients know exactly what they’re in for. Shen Yuan is blindly naive, and still has yet to realize that he’s being trained into the perfect submissive twink. But more than that, Luo Binghe sees a kind of vibrancy in Shen Yuan that isn't present in any of his clients. In those moments when they’re spending time together outside of their usual sessions, Luo Binghe gets to see that beautiful spark of passion and intense emotion that’s so uniquely Shen Yuan. Whether he’s lighting up over the taste of Luo Binghe’s homemade sesame balls, or giving a long-winded and frustrated rant over some random fucking nobody online, he cares deeply about things and isn’t afraid to say what he thinks. There’s an honesty to him, and a genuine kindness even in his pissiest of moods.
Luo Binghe doesn’t believe in the concept of love, but he wouldn’t deny that he enjoys the company of Shen Yuan over that of others. Nobody else has captivated his interest in such a deep and all-consuming way. Too often, when they are apart, he finds himself thinking of Shen Yuan and becomes impatient to see him again. There are several memories he holds like precious treasures: Shen Yuan’s laughter, or his smile, or that particularly appealing shade of pink that his cheeks flush when he’s embarrassed are all things that Luo Binghe carries with him whether he wants to or not.
As clever and patient as Luo Binghe is, he finds his carefully cultivated control tested in the face of the man who gives him everything he wants, without actually giving him anything at all. He’s prided himself on being a good, professional dom with all of his clients, but there’s some quality to Shen Yuan that makes him break all his self-imposed rules and cross boundaries he’s always firmly set in the past.
One day, a scene goes a little too far, and Luo Binghe has to completely re-strategize. He slips, and puts Shen Yuan completely under the influence of subspace for the first time. One too many commands and the constant stimulation of light caresses and hard whacks of a riding crop for “correcting” had fried his brain and turned him into a quiet, unthinking plaything. Normally, this would be something Luo Binghe considered to be a win, but Shen Yuan isn’t quite ready to be taken advantage of like that just yet. Luo Binghe has to wrestle with his self control to keep from absolutely abusing the power he has in the situation. It won't be right until he has his sweet boy ready and wanting for more before he slips fully into the haze of his mind. His goal, after all, is to have Shen Yuan decide to beg for himself. Though Shen Yuan’s glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, and pretty smiles are tempting, Luo Binghe keeps waiting and doesn’t make any particularly bold moves.
The fact that he actually has to work to get Shen Yuan to admit his wanting only stokes the fires of Luo Binghe’s obsession higher and higher. It’s infuriating to him that his natural charms and crafted persona aren’t enough to break through to this naive fucking twink. After time and time again of Shen Yuan incidentally slipping into subspace before he can realize his own desires, Luo Binghe switches tactics. If going hot doesn’t work, then maybe it would benefit him to go cold- or perhaps even alternate between the two of them to throw off the rhythm and catch Shen Yuan off-guard. He will get what he wants from Shen Yuan.
He starts by denying Shen Yuan; just little things here and there during their obedience lessons. If Shen Yuan leans forward, expecting Luo Binghe's hand under his chin in praise, Luo Binghe pulls back. By now, Shen Yuan has learned the unspoken script to please him. Rather than following that usual routine, the rug is pulled out beneath Shen Yuan when Luo Binghe changes up his typical reaction from expected praise to boredom, if not outright displeasure. He can see how it leaves Shen Yuan unsettled, and each sign of nerves scratches an itch of a different sort under Luo Binghe's skin.
Good, he thinks, Shen Yuan should be driven crazy with thoughts of him. Nobody else should be allowed to occupy that space in his mind.
He has to make this play carefully. Too cold and Shen Yuan will pull away; too hot and this whole exercise will be a wasted effort. The last thing he needs is to lose the upper hand- or, God forbid, scare away Shen Yuan forever. Maybe some lesser dom would shy away from the challenge, but not Luo Binghe. He's never been bested in matters of sex, pleasure, and seduction. Some lonely, naïve little virgin isn't going to be the one to break him.
The careful balancing act sometimes gets away from him, though. With Shen Yuan kneeling at his feet, looking up at him with glassy and unfocused eyes, who wouldn't be tempted to take a bite out of him? Just a taste, to take the edge off. The soft flesh of Shen Yuan's throat gives a bit beneath the pressure of his fingers as he leans in. Each shiver and twitch runs through him as he leans forward to nibble on Shen Yuan's ear. He explains in a breathy murmur, though he's not really sure Shen Yuan can understand him very well right now anyway, that little nips and hints of teeth are a perfect way to tease. Shen Yuan hums noncommittally, and closes his eyes as he lets Luo Binghe do whatever he wants to him.
To have what he wants so close to the surface is intoxicating. It would be so easy to just order Shen Yuan to beg for more in that pretty, soft voice he gets when he's gone under.
But he won't. Demanding would spoil the victory of the moment when Shen Yuan does beg for it, all of his own volition.
As his level of comfort in their sessions increases, Shen Yuan starts to slip further and further into subspace; fewer things are able to take him out of it, and it’s not just a surface-level haziness and quietude. As deep as he sinks, he still doesn't even realize he's in subspace during some of their sessions. He just expresses that, in the moment, he feels good and floaty and comfortable. Everything Luo Binghe does to him makes it better, and he's so pleased to be praised when he’s doing well.
But when he's given a taste of coldness, all he wants is to fix it- he wants to please Luo Binghe, be good, anything, anything to make Luo Binghe happy again…
He doesn’t confess that part to Luo Binghe, but he doesn’t have to. It’s easy enough to see in the way Shen Yuan’s expression changes; the moment he recognizes a cold response, his breath catches, and his lips press together to try to keep from wobbling, and his brow wrinkles in upset. Luo Binghe hasn’t made him cry, yet, but he just knows Shen Yuan would look gorgeous in tears.
Long as his labors are, they are not without their rewards. During one of their sessions, he’s got Shen Yuan on his knees once again, and this time he’s giving a very thorough lesson on sensitive spots. At the start, he’d had Shen Yuan remove his shirt, and gotten an eyeful of mouthwatering soft flesh. Even before they’d started, Luo Binghe had been hard, but if Shen Yuan notices, he doesn’t say anything.
That’s one of the things he likes about Shen Yuan. Luo Binghe had never explicitly told him not to speak unless prompted, but he’d been a very diligent “student” regardless, and tended towards quiet attentiveness in their lessons. It’s more than made up for in the time they’re together outside of this, though; Shen Yuan could talk exhaustively about his passions, and Luo Binghe doubts he’d ever get tired of it.
Here, now, Shen Yuan is shirtless in front of Luo Binghe, with his jaw clenched uncomfortably and his eyes on the floor. His ears are flushed red, as well as the back of his neck and even down his chest. His face is undoubtedly worse, but he’s looking down, embarrassed, and Luo Binghe clicks his tongue in disapproval. Shen Yuan’s shoulders stiffen, but he still doesn’t look up.
“Is there something wrong?” Luo Binghe prompts, in a flat tone.
“Just… not used to showing this much skin. I know I’m not much to look at. Sorry…” Shen Yuan answers, and then flinches when Luo Binghe clicks his tongue again.
“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’ve got beautiful features, and your skin…” Luo Binghe reaches out, then, and trails his fingers delicately over the meat of Shen Yuan’s shoulder, “... your skin is perfect for marking. Smooth, delicate, utterly lovely.”
Shen Yuan sucks in a breath, and the flush darkens and spreads further across the canvas of his skin. Still, he doesn't look up, and he doesn't comment further. He's shared his discomfort, and now it's Luo Binghe's job to take that away from him, and replace it with hazy bliss.
Taking three slow steps around Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe sinks down to a squat behind him. Shen Yuan's muscles visibly tense up, so he reaches out with both hands and curls them around slender shoulders. Pressing down on either side of Shen Yuan's spine with his thumbs and massaging in gentle circles.
"Relax. You're supposed to learn how to make someone feel good, hmm? What better way than to learn firsthand?" Luo Binghe says. His tone is sweet, encouraging- that warm response that Shen Yuan covets so dearly from him. Under the skillful movement and pressure of his hands, Shen Yuan slowly begins to unwind, and even starts making soft sounds as his tight knots are worked loose.
"Am I… supposed to be learning- mn!- how to massage?" Shen Yuan asks after a while, when he's gone nice and pliant under Luo Binghe's palms.
"No, you just seemed like you needed a warm-up," Luo Binghe murmurs, and then lightens his touch. "But I can teach you, another time. It'll feel better with oil, anyway."
Swirling patterns spread out over the planes of Shen Yuan's back, artfully and invisibly drawn by Luo Binghe's fingertips. Goosebumps follow shivers, and Luo Binghe feels terribly gleeful just to be able to touch so freely. Of course, upholding the ruse that he's simply teaching Shen Yuan, he speaks softly and narrates what he's doing. He also asks questions, and gives praise, and watches as Shen Yuan's posture steadily grows looser. It's not hard to tell when he's gone under, and Luo Binghe smiles privately as his hands grow bolder. Following the curve of Shen Yuan's ribs, Luo Binghe's hands push under his arms and slip around to his front.
A hitch of breath, and a brief stiffening is all he gets in protest, but then Shen Yuan sighs out a long breath and lets himself be touched. Taking his acceptance as permission, Luo Binghe lightly palms at Shen Yuan’s chest, feeling his pretty dusky nipples pebble under his hands. He doesn't linger over the area for very long, but he makes sure to drag his palms a little firmer against them on his way down towards Shen Yuan’s abdomen.
“What are… what are you doing now?” Shen Yuan asks, and Luo Binghe beams at the opportunity to burrow a little deeper into his brain.
“Why don’t you tell me?” Luo Binghe says, shuffling just a bit closer- enough that he knows Shen Yuan can feel the heat of his body, but without pressing directly against him. “The human body has many sensitive places aside from just the genitals. This is just a demonstration. Pay attention to how it feels when I’m touching you. Tell me when it feels good.”
This close, Luo Binghe does not miss the bob of Shen Yuan’s Adam’s apple when he swallows. A nod follows, and Luo Binghe grins wickedly just out of his line of sight. Touching more firmly, his hands explore the bared expanse of pale skin without any further repression of his own desires. Tiny hitches of breaths, soft noises of surprise, and words of affirmation are his reward. Ever the diligent student, Shen Yuan closes his eyes and focuses purely on the sensation, slipping further and further down as he mumbles out when a particular spot feels nice. Just below his ribcage and the dip of his slender waist seem to be some of the more sensitive areas, and Luo Binghe wishes he could be bold enough to dip his hands between Shen Yuan’s thighs and squeeze the meat of the insides. Another idea is sparked in him at that thought, and why on earth hadn’t he considered it before? It’s terribly obvious, and Luo Binghe feels like a fool for not having implemented it sooner.
“Next time,” he murmurs into Shen Yuan’s ear, as he’s skating his fingertips lightly across that sensitive place beneath Shen Yuan’s ribs, “-we’re going to try rope work. I’m going to show you how it can be a form of trust, to surrender completely to someone else.”
Shen Yuan blinks open his eyes slowly, blearily, and looks over to see Luo Binghe’s face right next to his own. In a beautiful display of progress, he doesn’t startle or jerk away. Briefly, his eyes flick downwards, to Luo Binghe’s smiling lips, and then return to meet the other man’s. Foggy as they are, Luo Binghe can see the tiniest spark of hesitation, and is quick to soothe.
“It’s not an inherently sexual thing,” he says, “Many people find comfort in the act of being touched and letting themselves be taken care of for a while. It’s just like this-” Demonstrating, Luo Binghe skates his fingers up and down Shen Yuan’s chest, settling at his hips and rubbing there soothingly. “-only a little more involved. You enjoyed this, didn’t you?”
With ravenous eyes, Luo Binghe watches as Shen Yuan draws his lower lip between his teeth, and then nods again. His lip is pale when he lets it go- just for a second before it starts to turn a lovely shade of red and swells slightly. He must have bitten it hard.
God, Luo Binghe is so hard.
“Good. I’m glad it was a pleasant experience,” he says, deciding he’s treated himself enough for the day and withdrawing his hands slowly. As much as he wants to keep touching that creamy skin and memorizing the cute little freckles and moles here and there, he has to limit himself somewhat. Otherwise, Shen Yuan might catch on to what he’s doing. He’s not ready for that, yet. He’s getting close to it, though. “I’m going to help you up now. I think we’ve done enough for today. You were perfect. Such a good boy for me.”
Shen Yuan takes in a sharp breath, and then shivers beautifully at the praise. Luo Binghe feels a swell of heat as he watches it travel down that knobby spine. Pushing down his immediate urge to trace his tongue over those alluring bumps, he stands and moves to Shen Yuan’s front to carefully help him to his feet. Legs shaking, Shen Yuan keeps himself slightly hunched over in a poor attempt to try and hide the tenting at the front of his pants. Luo Binghe pretends not to see, but does take advantage of the unsteadiness to curl an arm around Shen Yuan’s waist to support him.
As he runs the bath, he has Shen Yuan sit on the closed toilet lid to make sure he can ground him if he starts slipping away again. Even if he knows that he’s certainly taking advantage of subspace, he won’t let it be said that he doesn’t provide adequate aftercare. He talks to Shen Yuan gently as the bath fills, bringing him back around until he’s well enough to bathe alone for the time it’ll take for dinner to be made.
Not that Shen Yuan would let him be involved in the bathing process yet. After his nervousness just removing his shirt in front of Luo Binghe, he certainly wouldn’t be ready to fully expose himself like that yet. His cock would probably be so cute. Soft and nestled in a little nest of hair, with round little balls and a pouting little hole-
Cooking dinner helps Luo Binghe calm himself down somewhat. He’s painfully aware that Shen Yuan is just in the other room, warm and wet and clean, but the routine of moving about his kitchen and throwing together wontons to add to his seasoned chicken stock is distracting enough. His mind is mostly occupied by the process, and by the time Shen Yuan is stepping out of the master bedroom, his erection has flagged enough to be able to manage it. He smiles, and fixes each of them a bowl of wonton soup, and sits down to eat dinner. He’s never fed Shen Yuan after a session before, but he quickly regrets not having done it sooner. It’s a simple enough meal, but Shen Yuan lights up and praises it as if it’s come out of a five-star restaurant’s kitchen. After tilting up the bowl to swallow down the remaining broth, Shen Yuan’s lips are left shiny and wet when the bowl comes away. A pink tongue darts out to chase the flavor, followed by a content hum as Shen Yuan relaxes back into his chair.
Luo Binghe is no longer calm.
The night wraps up rather abruptly as Luo Binghe’s patience is tested, and Shen Yuan is sent off with a strained smile and a time and date for their next session. By the time Luo Binghe is done stripping his cock that evening, he has come to the realization that just fucking it out of his system isn’t going to be enough. There’s something about Shen Yuan that drives him wild, despite his general… averageness. He’s pretty, but he’s not stunningly beautiful. They have very little in common, in many regards. Shen Yuan has his strange novels and isn’t particularly social, where Luo Binghe spends his time being productive and can charm damn near anyone he meets. There’s something more simple and honest about Shen Yuan than most of the people that Luo Binghe has met, though. His passions run deep, and he’s got a sharp tongue and wit that serve him well- despite the flaws of his frequent obliviousness. Normally, Luo Binghe wouldn’t get along with someone like Shen Yuan.
How it’s come to this level of obsession, he doesn’t think he’ll ever understand. The little things here and there have added up, he supposes. Gone is the idea that he wants Shen Yuan only because he can’t have him. He wants him, yes, but he thinks about more than sex. He thinks about breakfast, after lazy morning sex. He thinks about lounging on the couch, watching a show he has no interest in because it makes Shen Yuan happy. He thinks about hearing Shen Yuan’s voice as he’s infodumped at about the latest chapter of whatever novel Shen Yuan is currently reading. He wants to take Shen Yuan out on a date in the fall, and watch him get cold because he forgot his jacket- whereupon Luo Binghe will shrug off his own coat to wrap around that slender form, all just to see Shen Yuan smile. Or perhaps he’ll fuss and tell Binghe to keep it, or blush and try to hide his cute face away. Luo Binghe wants all of it- any of it.
Luo Binghe has now gone against his own professional boundaries twice. First, he’s decided to fuck a client. Second, he’s become emotionally invested.
It hits him especially hard when he’s got Shen Yuan willingly offering up his wrists to be bound in the bright red hemp rope in Luo Binghe’s hands. He’s not even under yet, and is looking up at Luo Binghe with an open and honest expression. His cheeks are a little bit pink, but he doesn’t look nearly as nervous as he has in the past. Kneeling between Luo Binghe’s feet, waiting to be bound and entirely at the mercy of someone who could do terrible things to him, Shen Yuan is relaxed and trusting.
Throughout the process of tying him, Shen Yuan unquestioningly follows every command, even simple gestures like tapping his elbow to get him to raise his arms. Once again, Luo Binghe gets to pass his hands all over the body he dreams of nightly. The loops of crimson that wind across the planes of Shen Yuan’s chest stand out beautifully against his skin. He’s careful not to tie anything too tight, focused more on the artistry and intimacy of the act. Knot by knot, Shen Yuan is decorated and bound in a way that draws the eye to his collarbones, his chest, his soft belly. By the time Luo Binghe is shifting his focus to Shen Yuan’s thighs, hips, and ass, there’s absolutely no protest. Even as Luo Binghe’s hand “accidentally” brushes against his crotch, covered only in the soft material of his briefs, Shen Yuan only takes a breath, and makes no further comment.
Perhaps he’s embarrassed. Luo Binghe can see and feel how hard Shen Yuan is by now. He’s definitely under; quiet and still, Shen Yuan takes in every bit of praise Luo Binghe gives him for doing such a good job, and only squirms a little bit when he’s shifted to laying down. His eyes close, and his face goes redder as Luo Binghe pushes his legs apart and back to bind his ankles and thighs together. His arms are trapped beneath him, and it must be a little uncomfortable, so Luo Binghe works as quickly and carefully as he can in the front, before gently easing him onto his front to finish it all off.
As he ties the final knot, Luo Binghe is nearly vibrating out of his skin to keep himself behaved. Someday they’ll do this again, and he’ll be able to do as he pleases to the vulnerable form in front of him. Not today, though. Soon, he keeps telling himself. Soon.
“Beautiful,” Luo Binghe breathes, easing Shen Yuan up to his knees again, “A-Yuan did so perfectly.” Two of his fingers hook underneath the section of rope stretched prettily down Shen Yuan’s sternum, and then slip around the knot that anchors the lengths of rope pushing up underneath the meager meat of his chest. Shen Yuan’s skin, mildly irritated by the tightness and friction of the rope, is warmer than normal against the backs of Luo Binghe’s fingers. He takes his time, checking to make sure that there’s enough give where there needs to be give, without being loose. Shen Yuan’s eyes are averted, fixed on the visible bit of floor between where their knees are pressed together.
That won’t do. He’s been so sweet on Shen Yuan lately, and perhaps it’s time he gets just a touch meaner again.
“Shen Yuan,” Luo Binghe says, putting that hard, reprimanding edge in his tone, “Look at me," Stiffening just at the suggestion of coldness, Shen Yuan’s eyes flicker up to Luo Binghe’s face, looking through his lashes. It’s a pretty sight, but it’s not quite what Luo Binghe wants. For now, he stays his hand, and lets out a disappointed click of his tongue before pushing himself up from his knees to stand. Shen Yuan’s torso strains forward slightly, and his lips part to try and say something, but Luo Binghe cuts him off. “You look good like this. Now, I’m going to take pictures of you. It’ll be good to show off how well you behave under the right instruction. Keep your eyes on the camera, understood? Prove to me, too, that you can keep behaving.”
Shen Yuan’s throat bobs as he swallows thickly, and his voice comes out quiet when he speaks. “Yes, sir.” Just as he’s been trained to do. Really, Luo Binghe shouldn’t be punishing him right now, but the slightly watery look in Shen Yuan’s hazy eyes is too pretty a sight to pass up.
Pulling out his phone, Luo Binghe starts to circle around Shen Yuan like a predator corralling its prey. His camera snaps again and again, taking in wide shots of his work first, and then coming in closer for more artistic angles. Shen Yuan keeps his eyes on the camera, mostly, aside from a few glances up to Luo Binghe’s face from time to time, or when he’s instructed to angle his head this way or that. The fact that Shen Yuan hasn’t even asked what’s really going to be done with the pictures makes Luo Binghe’s stomach twist and his cock ache.
Honestly, Shen Yuan’s naivety and obliviousness is going to be the death of him. Luo Binghe eagerly stretches out a hand to the reaper.
Using a firmer hand than strictly necessary, Luo Binghe starts to maneuver Shen Yuan into different positions to take more photos. First, he’s pushed over and forced to hold himself up with only his cheek, chest, and knees. Like this, his ass is presented and beautifully framed by the ropes and his shoulder blades pull together appealingly. Then, he’s made to lie down more properly, pressed against the cool wood of the floor from chest to thighs. This position makes him look softer- more vulnerable, like a lamb before slaughter. Finally, he turns Shen Yuan onto his back again, and stands above him with a foot planted at either side of his torso. Like this, it’d be impossible for Shen Yuan to miss the way Luo Binghe’s pants have tightened significantly- if he’d just misbehave for a second and look away from the camera.
Fuck, Luo Binghe wants him to misbehave.
“We’re almost done, A-Yuan," he murmurs, flicking his gaze between his phone screen and Shen Yuan’s face. Slowly, his hands start to pull the phone closer and down- until his phone is level with his crotch, where he snaps several shots of the gorgeous scene beneath him- his own feet included. These pictures are for him. Nobody else will ever get to see Shen Yuan like this- not if Luo Binghe has a say in it. “So perfect like this, just for me," he says, snapping another photo of just Shen Yuan’s chest, and then looking back up directly at Shen Yuan’s face.
Cheeks flushed, lower lip pulled between his teeth, Shen Yuan lies beneath Luo Binghe with his head tilted away and his eyes fixed on the wall. Ah, finally. Luo Binghe suppresses a wicked grin, and instead lets out a long, disappointed sigh.
“Shen Yuan, you were doing so well.”
In one quick move, he ducks down to drop his knee next to Shen Yuan’s head, kneeling over him and reaching a hand to grab his face. Fingers digging into those cute round cheeks, Luo Binghe jerks Shen Yuan’s face up to force his attention back on the man bending menacingly over him. Shen Yuan jolts, hazy eyes growing wide as he gasps in shock. His shoulders pull as he instinctively tries to move his bound arms, but all it does is push his chest further out and his spine to arch. Luo Binghe’s palm is over his mouth, so the noise of protest and confusion he lets out is muffled and pathetic.
Luo Binghe wishes he'd been recording a video so he could play that sweet little sound over and over.
“I told you to keep your eyes on the camera. You know better than to ignore me," Luo Binghe says, voice deceptively sweet. Beneath him, Shen Yuan is small enough that he's completely covered by the shadow cast by Luo Binghe. A thrill races up his spine. “But I know you were only looking away to deflect the praise. So now, I'm going to make you take it. Don't you dare look away again.”
With a hand over his mouth, Shen Yuan can only barely nod his head once in understanding. His eyes are still wide and wet, and Luo Binghe softens. Loosening his grip, Luo Binghe slides his hand to cup the right side of Shen Yuan’s jaw, and his other raises his phone to catch the moment Shen Yuan is visibly flooded with relief and melts beneath him. The camera clicks, Shen Yuan swallows, and Luo Binghe hungers.
“I’ve really enjoyed our sessions, lately, A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe starts, stroking his thumb across the line of his cheekbone, “More than any of the clients I’ve had in the past. Even when you’re being a bad boy, it’s never on purpose, is it? You’re a sweetheart under that behavior, aren’t you? You just need to be told how to be good again.” His thumb drifts, trailing down until it’s grazing across Shen Yuan’s lower lip.
Their eyes meet, and a moment of silence is otherwise filled with communication that words could not convey. Luo Binghe presses his thumb down, and Shen Yuan’s jaw slackens. As if in a trance, Luo Binghe watches as his thumb presses more firmly, and Shen Yuan’s lips automatically part. Their eyes stay locked as the pad of Luo Binghe’s thumb slides against a hot, wet, soft tongue. It wriggles under his touch, pressing back up against him as Shen Yuan’s lips close around his knuckle, and he swallows. The act makes his tongue suckle lightly, and Luo Binghe has to take slow, deep breaths.
Adjusting his position, he brings his other knee to the floor to properly kneel above Shen Yuan. He knows his pants are tented. He knows Shen Yuan is still hard, too.
“Perfect,” Luo Binghe sighs, slipping his phone back into his pocket before reverently smoothing his newly freed hand down through Shen Yuan’s hair, “You would do anything I asked, wouldn’t you? I know you like it. I’m glad you found me, A-Yuan. You’re so, so good for me. Say, ‘thank you’.” He keeps his thumb in Shen Yuan’s mouth, and lets a smile grace his lips as Shen Yuan slurs out his thanks around it. His lower lip has started to tremble faintly, and Luo Binghe hums as he hooks his thumb harder down on his tongue and pulls his jaw open wider.
Shen Yuan is breathing heavily now, and his focus wavers for a second- his gaze seems to shake, and then darts down, landing on the swell in Luo Binghe’s pants for the briefest of moments. Luo Binghe can only guess at what he’s thinking, but as he watches Shen Yuan’s open mouth, his tongue pulls backwards a bit and his throat contracts, swallowing his own spit.
Luo Binghe wants to watch him swallow his spit.
“A-Yuan,” he says, voice rumbling out of his chest at a lower register that makes Shen Yuan twitch, “Is there something you want to ask for?”
Shen Yuan blinks up at him, still not fighting the hold on his jaw one single bit. He just keeps breathing for a few long seconds, and then swallows again. His throat clicks this time, and Luo Binghe feels himself twitch in his pants. And then, slowly, Shen Yuan shakes his head back and forth.
Disappointed, but not really surprised, Luo Binghe hums a flat note and pulls his phone up to snap one last photo. Afterwards, his thumb slides back out of his mouth, lingering on his lower lip for just a second longer than it should, and then pulling away entirely.
“Alright. You did so well today, A-Yuan. I think it’s time we get you out of these now, hm?” he says, and then pushes himself back up to his feet. Shen Yuan looks like he wants to protest, but Luo Binghe doesn’t give him the chance as he hauls him over onto his front again so he can begin loosening the knots. Much as he wishes he could just let go, he’s right on the edge of Shen Yuan coming to his own conclusions. He doesn’t want to interrupt that process.
As he starts to unwork the ropes, bit by bit, he can’t help but notice how Shen Yuan has started to wriggle even more than he had before. It’s not hard to see why- his briefs are clinging to him by the large wet spot at the front of them. Luo Binghe can’t keep his eyes off of it any time Shen Yuan can’t see him staring. What would it taste like, if he just bent down and sucked at the fabric? What sorts of noises would Shen Yuan make?
It’s these thoughts that distract him just a bit too much from his task. Pulling one of the knots loose, one that happens to be sitting at the apex of Shen Yuan’s thighs, he accidentally tightens the rope. The bit of length slides hard between Shen Yuan’s cheeks, and underneath his balls, and a choked-off gurgle comes from deep in his throat. Luo Binghe’s eyes snap upwards, just in time to watch Shen Yuan’s roll back, and his body jolts as all his muscles grow tight. Luo Binghe watches, absolutely stunned, as Shen Yuan creams himself in his little white briefs. Watching the fabric darken and leak a thick, pearly drop of come makes Luo Binghe ache .
“I’m sorry!” Shen Yuan gasps, his whole body starting to tremble on every exhale, and his thighs still tensing in waves. A few tears slip loose when he clenches his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- mmh !”
“It’s okay...” Luo Binghe says, voice lowered and much raspier than he had intended for it to be. Clearing his throat, he starts to soothe. “It’s alright, A-Yuan. I don’t mind one bit.” Dropping the ropes, Luo Binghe brings his hands up to wrap around Shen Yuan’s shoulders and bring him in for a comforting hug. Shen Yuan sobs, and Luo Binghe’s cock twitches. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re not the first to do that, don’t be embarrassed.”
Choosing not to reply verbally, Shen Yuan nods into Luo Binghe’s shoulder, and takes long, heaving breaths to try and calm down. Luo Binghe guides him through the comedown, and then reaches over to the side where he’d stored the rope cutters and swiftly frees Shen Yuan of the restraints. Much as he’d like to linger and touch Shen Yuan some more, he knows that it would certainly be a push too far after… that .
He does allow himself to scoop Shen Yuan up in his arms and carry him to the bathroom. Shen Yuan doesn’t protest, keeping his face turned into Luo Binghe’s chest.
“How are you feeling?” Luo Binghe asks as he starts running the bath.
“Mortified," Shen Yuan mutters, curled in on himself as he sits on the edge of the bathtub. His thighs are squeezed tightly together, and he’s bent with his forearms across his lap to hide the evidence of his shame. “I’d understand if you didn’t want to… keep doing this stuff. With me. Since I made it weird.”
In the midst of a search for the perfect, luxurious bath bomb for Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe freezes, and then swiftly abandons his quest to instead kneel down in front of him. He reaches for Shen Yuan’s hands, and holds them firm even when they initially pull away in shock.
“Listen to me, Shen Yuan. I am not disgusted, or put-off, or even a single little bit embarrassed. Rope work can be very intense for people who aren’t used to being touched so intimately, or for such a long time. That aside, you could never drive me away," Luo Binghe soothes, stroking his thumbs across the tops of Shen Yuan’s knuckles. “Like it or not,” he adds, smirking a little mischievously, “-you’re stuck with me.”
Shen Yuan still doesn’t make eye contact with him, but he nods quietly and gives Luo Binghe’s hands a light squeeze. “Thanks. Still sorry it happened, though.”
With a sigh and an affectionate eye-roll, Luo Binghe stands again and goes back to his quest of locating a bath bomb. It takes a bit of back-and-forth to convince Shen Yuan to hand over his soiled underwear to be washed, but in the end Luo Binghe is victorious. Shen Yuan gingerly hands over the garment, one arm outstretched through the mostly-closed bathroom door, in exchange for a borrowed set of clothes.
While Shen Yuan bathes in his galaxy-swirl, glittery bath, Luo Binghe shuts himself in the laundry nook and shoves the underwear against his face to huff and suck the bitter remnants of cum from it. One hand works furiously at his cock, stroking it fast and tight as he bends over the washing machine and thinks of the gorgeous expression Shen Yuan had made when he’d come. His orgasm hits him like an earthquake- nearly sending him to his knees as he spurts hot strings of cum out against the metal of the washing machine. He thinks he might have blacked out for a moment, but by the time he’s lucid again, Shen Yuan’s briefs are clenched tightly in his hand, with a much larger wet stain than before.
By the time Shen Yuan comes back out of the bath, Luo Binghe has cleaned up the mess, thrown all of Shen Yuan’s clothes in with his own laundry, and started to cook dinner. Taking one look at his warmed-pink skin and the way Luo Binghe’s clothes nearly drown him, a decision is made. It’s late, and it’ll take far too long for the clothes to finish their cycle- damned dryer takes forever, sorry, A-Yuan- so it’s agreed that Luo Binghe will be sharing his home for the night. Given that Shen Yuan still looks a little bit out of it, the process of convincing him is much smoother than it usually is.
Even from the couch, with a wall between them, Luo Binghe is terribly worked up about Shen Yuan being there all night again. He’s found he quite likes seeing the cute, grumpy look on Shen Yuan’s face in the mornings- all the better when he takes the first bite of his breakfast and his expression melts into something happier and sweet.
Ah, he loves waking up to Shen Yuan in his home. He only wishes he could calm down enough to sleep. Midnight rolls around, and then one, and then two. No matter how hard he tries, Luo Binghe can’t catch a single wink of sleep. After today, he so badly wants to just say, ‘fuck it’, and storm into his bedroom, with Shen Yuan in his bed, and sink his fingers and nails and teeth into that soft skin. It takes a great deal of effort to keep calm- and especially when Shen Yuan ends up sneaking out of the bedroom at about one-thirty in the morning and tiptoes to the fridge for a snack. Luo Binghe feigns sleep, but it’s difficult to control his breathing when his heart feels as though it’s going to beat out of his chest. He sneaks only one glance, and from his view on the couch, he gets a peek of Shen Yuan slipping around the corner. HIs arms are high above his head in a stretch, and the shirt he’s borrowed has ridden up so that the edge just barely brushes against his skin high up on his thighs. It looks as if he’s wearing nothing underneath, even though Luo Binghe knows he’s wearing a pair of borrowed underwear.
God, he should have somehow convinced Shen Yuan that the only thing he had in the right size was one of the lacy pairs of panties some of his former clients had “accidentally” left around his home.
It’s no use. An hour after Shen Yuan had gone back to bed, Luo Binghe is still wide awake, and aching in his pants. Sighing, Luo Binghe heaves himself up from the couch and makes for his home gym. It’s too risky to try and beat his meat again, so the best he can do is beat the shit out of his punching bag.