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Liu Qingge’s clothes are already halfway off by the time Luo Binghe steps through the door.
“What,” Liu Qingge says, catching him looking. “We decided we were going to get this over with, so let’s get it over with.”
Luo Binghe almost glances away, almost clings to some of the control it will afford him, but decides it would be more fun to watch Liu Qingge squirm under his scrutiny. It’s certainly not the first time he’s allowed himself to look at the little constellations of moles on Liu Qingge’s back, the dip of his waist and the flawless contours of his body, but it’s the first time he’s been allowed to look. He may not like the man, but Liu Qingge is obviously, objectively beautiful, the kind of beauty that breaks hearts and keeps lovers coming back for more.
Luo Binghe is doing this for Shen Qingqiu, because Shen Qingqiu had suggested they just “try this and see if it helps.” If they “break the tension,” his Shizun thinks, they will break less of the bamboo house. (And also the underground palace, and also half of Bai Zhan Peak, and also, on one memorable occasion, a teahouse.)
Luo Binghe’s husband is a brilliant man, and Luo Binghe trusts him with his heart and with his life. Luo Binghe’s husband is also, occasionally, kind of an idiot.
Luo Binghe privately disagrees that there is any kind of tension between himself and his shishu, beyond the natural tension that comes of mutual dislike. But he still has to admit it: the man is attractive. Even now, a fetching blush is crawling its way down Liu Qingge’s neck and across his chest, making twin beauty marks above his collarbone stand out in sharper relief.
This can be practice. A way to learn to please his Shizun better. After all, Liu Qingge, too, has a tendency to deny himself simple pleasures - though his face is bafflingly thick in some situations. Perhaps he is simply that dense, but more likely it’s his experience. Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe have muddled through their sex life every day of their marriage; sleeping with someone else once, someone who knows exactly what he likes and how to get it, will be…
Luo Binghe’s cock gives an interested twitch inside the confines of his trousers.
Liu Qingge unceremoniously tugs the last of his clothing down over his (very pert and shapely) ass, leaving him bare and Luo Binghe rather overdressed. He raises one elegant eyebrow, still blushing but defiant as ever. Luo Binghe glances down and is gratified to see his cock starting to fill. It gives him a little thrill to know that Liu Qingge is affected, that Shen Qingqiu is right and he does want this.
“Forgive this disciple’s rudeness, Shishu,” Luo Binghe says insincerely. Liu Qingge is barely through an exaggerated roll of his eyes before Luo Binghe stands bare before him, too. And oh, that’s gratifying, too, watching Liu Qingge’s dark eyes flick down immediately, watching them widen and his pretty cock stir in response to what he sees.
“Bigger than you’re used to?” Luo Binghe smirks.
“It’s fine.” Liu Qingge turns away, flicking his ponytail over his shoulder in a dismissive movement, but Luo Binghe doesn’t miss the little shudder that travels down his body.
With Shizun, Luo Binghe prefers to do it from the front, to see every expression on his beloved face and catalog how well he’s doing. Liu Qingge is not his Shizun, so Luo Binghe doesn’t protest when he climbs onto the bed on hands and knees, even that movement as matter-of-fact as it is lewd.
“You prepared for this,” Luo Binghe realizes, taking in the slight shine of oil around Liu Qingge’s rim.
Liu Qingge merely grunts in response, but Luo Binghe can see his ears reddening further. Did he stop at only his fingers, opening himself up just enough, or did he take his time? His body seems as tense as it always is, but his hole is slick and faintly red around the edges, clenching slightly around nothing even as Luo Binghe shamelessly stares at it. Would he have gotten himself off, writhing on his fingers as he tried to reach that spot, or left himself wanting? Or did he fuck himself open on a toy, or another lover’s cock?
“Are you going to put it in or not?” Liu Qingge snaps, lowering himself onto his elbows with an elegant, catlike movement. Luo Binghe suddenly has the irrational desire to bite the little dip at the base of his spine.
“Greedy thing, aren’t you?” Luo Binghe slips a finger past his rim, teasing. Liu Qingge has been thorough in his preparation, or maybe he really has already had someone today; he’s practically dripping, lewd squelching noises filling the room as Luo Binghe rocks a testing finger in and out.
Impulsively, Luo Binghe smacks his flank, and is gratified by the way Liu Qingge immediately tightens up around his finger and jerks his hips upward. He slips another finger inside, meeting little resistance, and spanks Liu Qingge again for good measure. This time he can’t hold back a little noise - not a moan, not yet, but it will be.
Luo Binghe wonders how much he can take before he’s whining and begging for it, the way Shizun gets when Luo Binghe really works him over. Unlike Shizun, Liu Qingge really does seem to love the pain; Shizun says he doesn’t mind it, but Luo Binghe is still, even now, terrified of hurting him again. With Liu Qingge, though… Shen Qingqiu had said, once, that unlike Luo Binghe himself, Liu Qingge gets his masochistic urges satisfied nearly every day. Luo Binghe hasn’t been able to get it out of his mind since, what that might look like, some other man pinning his shishu down and making him submit, leaving bruises he clearly heals right away…
Luo Binghe is suddenly overtaken by urgency, the need to bury himself inside Liu Qingge’s welcoming heat. He spreads Liu Qingge open with two hands and lines himself up, noting the coiled tension in Liu Qingge’s body as he holds himself still.
Despite how loose he should be, Luo Binghe still has to take it slowly. Liu Qingge’s inner walls cling to him like they never want to let go, and he has to rock in and out to push deeper until he finally seats himself fully. He’s… a lot closer to coming than he wants to be, just from this. Liu Qingge is so tight that it’s almost dizzying.
Liu Qingge glares at him over his shoulder, the movement emphasizing the elegant curve of his neck, and Luo Binghe wants to bite him again, badly enough that he molds himself to Liu Qingge’s back and sinks his teeth into his nape. Liu Qingge hisses, but it doesn’t sound like a noise of pain - his walls are trying to suck Luo Binghe in even deeper, clutching and massaging him so well that he feels like he could come just from this.
“I always knew you liked it rough. Don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.” Luo Binghe pulls out almost all the way and slams back inside, relishing Liu Qingge’s satisfied little grunt, the way his body goes liquid with pleasure. Liu Qingge meets every one of his thrusts, rolling his hips and rocking back onto him.
A particularly rough thrust has Liu Qingge tightening up, squeezing around him in the way Shizun does when he’s close, and Luo Binghe grins into his shoulder and wraps a firm hand around the base of his cock.
“You -” Liu Qingge snaps, clearly breathless but trying to sound imperious all the same.
Luo Binghe isn’t sure why he wants to draw this out, wants to deny Liu Qingge until he’s begging for it. He keeps his grip steady, occasionally letting one finger dip down to tease at Liu Qingge’s balls for the gratification of the little yelp and full-body shiver it elicits, and takes Liu Qingge fast and hard.
“You’re trembling,” Luo Binghe teases, nipping at Liu Qingge’s ear. “Is your stamina really that bad?”
“Fuck you,” Liu Qingge spits, weakly pushing back into his thrust. “Just - let me come already.”
“Oh, but it feels good, doesn’t it? You love this, don’t deny it.” Driven by an impulse he doesn’t understand, he noses into the fine hairs at the base of Liu Qingge’s ponytail, laps at the sweat beading at his nape.
Liu Qingge bites him in response, his teeth sinking into the meat of Luo Binghe’s bicep.
“Mm, just for that…” Luo Binghe licks one last stripe along the side of Liu Qingge’s neck. Sweat sticks their bodies together, pulling at his skin as he lifts himself up, keeping a grip just shy of bruising on Liu Qingge’s hip.
“Is you not pinning me down anymore supposed to be a punishment?” Liu Qingge scoffs, sounding only a little winded despite the obvious strain in his body. “On the contrary, thank you, I can actually brea -”
Luo Binghe pulls out, loosening his grip on Liu Qingge’s cock and noticing how it twitches in his hold. When he draws his hand away with a teasing stroke, it comes away dripping wet.
Liu Qingge barely even makes a noise, just a little huff of displeasure and slightly labored breathing, but his body doesn’t lie. Luo Binghe has been affecting him, enough for Liu Qingge’s cock to drool all over his hand, enough for his hole to clench around nothing like it’s begging for Luo Binghe to fill it again.
He can’t resist touching himself, allowing himself a single languid stroke with the hand that is slick with the truth of Liu Qingge’s desire. The glide is so easy, so tempting, that he almost does it again. He belatedly notices his balls drawn up tight and chokes them off with merciless application of his blood, tightening his hand at the base and breathing through the near-orgasm.
Affecting nonchalance, he reclines against the wall, taking hold of Liu Qingge’s hips once more and feeling his breathing quicken underneath his hands. His fingers slide into the dips at Liu Qingge’s hips, fitting as if molded there, and he indulges himself for a brief moment, following them down with a fingertip before he hauls Liu Qingge down onto his cock, nudging his legs apart with a thigh until they’re spread wide over Luo Binghe’s lap.
Liu Qingge’s mouth opens in a silent gasp and doesn’t close again, shallow pants leaving him as he adjusts to being full again. When Luo Binghe doesn’t move, he twists over his shoulder to turn the full force of his glare on him, which would be much more intimidating without the sweat-soaked strands of hair clinging to his forehead and the red blush suffusing his skin.
“Oh, were you hoping for something?” Luo Binghe smirks, waiting for realization to dawn on him, and knows it has when Liu Qingge starts to struggle weakly in his hold. He’s only able to use one arm at a time to push at Luo Binghe’s hands, the other wholly devoted to holding himself up; he tries with both, for a moment, and sinks deeper onto Luo Binghe’s cock with a choked-off noise.
“Let me - let me move,” Liu Qingge growls, his attempts to loosen Luo Binghe’s iron grip on his hips only making the delicious heat and pressure around Luo Binghe’s cock draw him in further.
“Oh, did you want to stop?” Luo Binghe feigns innocence, keeping his pelvis perfectly still and making as if to lift Liu Qingge off him.
“No, you - if you leave me like this I’ll kill you, finish what you s-started -”
“Oh, I don’t know, Shishu, this is pretty comfortable for me - I think we should stay like this a while.” Luo Binghe leans over to bite at the juncture of Liu Qingge’s neck and shoulder, relishing in the way it makes him shudder and clench around him.
As much as he wants to remain unaffected, his blood is working as hard as it can to stave off an orgasm that’s rushing toward him fast. All of Liu Qingge’s writhing is only serving to push him up and down on Luo Binghe’s cock in minute movements that feel absolutely maddening without any other stimulation. But Liu Qingge is finally, finally starting to fall apart, finally becoming a creature of pure lust. Is this how he is with them? Or does he take control, order them how to hurt him and when?
Luo Binghe loses track of time, lost in sensation and the effort of not coming too soon and Liu Qingge’s warmth and scent all around him. He litters Liu Qingge’s neck and shoulders with bites and bruises, something possessive and warm curling in his stomach when they don’t immediately start to heal even though he knows all of Liu Qingge’s cultivation must be going towards keeping himself in control right now.
“...please,” Liu Qingge says softly, voice almost breaking.
Luo Binghe almost forgets to be smug about it.
“Please,” he repeats, louder this time, and “I need -”
Luo Binghe waits a moment, the words hanging in the air, for a “you” he knows won’t come. But Liu Qingge’s head drops backward, lolling onto his shoulder, and his warm breath fans out over Luo Binghe’s chest, and he can’t hold back any more. He plants his feet on the bed, rutting upward into Liu Qingge and relishing his soft, relieved moan, the way his body goes lax, letting Luo Binghe take over.
“Do you beg all of them?” Luo Binghe’s own breath is starting to come short from the effort of holding back and the exertion of slamming his hips into Liu Qingge over and over. He slides one hand around to grip the base of Liu Qingge’s cock once more, trying to draw this out as long as possible, keep Liu Qingge balanced on the edge. Liu Qingge bites him again, his teeth sinking into Luo Binghe’s arm where it’s draped over his body and making a second mark crossed over the first. “I bet any man would fold for some pretty words from that beautiful face of yours, but maybe I’ll just keep you like this for as long as I feel like it. Maybe I’ll only let go once I’ve pulled out. Maybe… I’ll see if you can come just from feeling how well I’ve filled you up. Do you keep it inside, when they’re done with you?”
“I don’t - I’ve never -” Liu Qingge pants, detaching his mouth from Luo Binghe’s arm for long enough to speak before returning to gnaw on it like it’s his only lifeline.
“Too prissy to let them come inside you? Will you let me? You’re sucking me in so much, it’s like you’re trying to milk me dry.”
“Do - whatever you like, just - please - please, I can’t -”
Luo Binghe redoubles his efforts, lust overwhelming him at the tacit permission to come inside. He hadn’t realized he wanted to, but he wants it so, so badly, wants to see his own spend dripping from Liu Qingge’s tight little hole, wants to finger it back inside and make him come again just from that, wants to -
“How many other men have you let fuck you like this? None of them will feel the same after this -”
“What are you talking about,” Liu Qingge says into his arm, biting him again like a punishment. “This is my first time, Binghe, please- “
Luo Binghe freezes.
What?
“What?”
“Just fuck me, please, I need to come -”
Luo Binghe is taking his first time. Luo Binghe is taking his virginity and he’s done it like this, he’s -
Carefully, he pulls out, ignoring Liu Qingge’s thrashing and noises of protest, and flips him onto his back. And oh, that sight is overwhelming, the flush suffusing his face and chest and the shine of tears in his eyes and his bitten-red lips; he looks bullied and impossibly beautiful.
He lines himself up, so, so carefully, and pushes back in slow and steady, and Liu Qingge’s eyelids flutter, his eyes rolling back in his head as he’s filled again, and Luo Binghe can’t help but kiss him.
He makes a surprised little noise, freezing for a brief moment before melting into the kiss, and Luo Binghe barely even notices how sticky his abdomen feels until he pulls away.
“You came from that?”
“Shut up.” Liu Qingge flings an arm over his face.
“That didn’t count,” Luo Binghe decides. “I’m going to give you a better first time.”
Liu Qingge rolls his eyes and wraps his legs around Luo Binghe’s hips. “You’d better.”