closed post: luo binghe's bedroom

[peaklordshen]

After Airplane's gone, and Liu Mingyan is presumably gone, and King Arthur is gone, and Jiang Cheng is gone, and the Mansion is filled with just the expected people once more, Shen Yuan feels—exhausted. Every time he sets into some kind of normalcy here, makes some kind of plan, feels some kind of way about why he's here, what he's doing, what he wants, something upends the whole thing and throws everything into question again.

Or—well. It's not like seeing Airplane again and meeting Liu Mingyan actually changed anything. It just made it—kind of more real, the idea of leaving here eventually—possibly a soon eventually, now that Luo Binghe has Xin Mo again—and going to her version of things and not to his. Shen Yuan's, Airplane's—well, it was Airplane's version, actually, but not the one with him in it.

Liu Mingyan had seemed so sad. Not actively, not about what was happening to her in the moment, but passively sad, like it was her normal state of being. And she was Empress!! If she was sad, married to Luo Binghe and with all the riches of the Three Realms, what about the normal nobodies of Proud Immortal Demon Way?? He hadn't thought his world was all that different than the original goods, not in the broad strokes, but he'd spent most of his time, well... goofing off, with the other Peak Lords, when he could, and pretty much all of them were dead at Luo Binghe's hand. Who was he supposed to goof off with, when Luo Binghe was too busy being Emperor to have time for him?

The concept of Luo Binghe being too busy for him at all is displeasing enough, and he's man enough to admit that in the mood he's in, what he really wants is to be held. So he's sitting on Luo Binghe's bed, in Luo Binghe's bedroom, idly flipping through Luo Binghe's copy of Veiled Moon and waiting for him to come back.

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[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe is in a conflicted mood when he opens the door to his room, but seeing Shen Yuan instantly lifts his heart. Between what happened with Galahad, the conversation with Nina, and seeing Liu Mingyan, there is much for them to discuss, but most of all Luo Binghe just wants to be near him.

"One moment," he says, before even greeting Shen Yuan properly. He hurries over to the magic wardrobe. He's been wearing these clothes around all day, and they're not clean enough to snuggle under the bedsheets, which is where he intends to tug Shen Yuan as soon as possible. He means to put on the black silk inner clothing that he usually sleeps in, but the mansion offers up thicker, softer pants in a warm gray material, plus another T-shirt, this one emblazoned with the slogan live, laugh, rosé. No matter. He unstraps Xin Mo from his side and sets it on a chair, changes quickly, and then goes to sit next to Shen Yuan, knocking their shoulders together. He tucks his hair behind his ear so he can smile at Shen Yuan sideways, tension draining from his body just from being near him. "Hi, my love."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan watches all of this with a helpless little smile, though he breaks it at one point to give Xin Mo a sidelong, worried glance. It radiates malice at him, while still managing to look really really cool.

Still, when Binghe joins him on the bed he relaxes, slipping an arm around his back and another around his front, letting his head rest against Binghe's chest, above that incredibly funny slogan--in any other mood he would be cracking up about it, but now it just makes him grumpy that Airplane missed Binghe in fucking live, laugh, love apparel.

"Hi," he sighs, squeezing him, though in this position he's less holding him and more making a silent demand to be held.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe needed far less of an invitation than this. He wraps his arms firmly around Shen Yuan and buries his face in his hair to breathe in his scent. There is something in him that only relaxes when he can do so. Despite everything that's happened since, it was still recently that Shen Yuan confronted the memory of his true form, and the tender ache of the memory makes Luo Binghe cling a little tighter.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan relaxes into him. He doesn't want to talk about their day; he doesn't want to talk about Liu Mingyan or Airplane or Xin Mo. He wants to pretend he's just come back from talking to Galahad and everything is fine; he can have his friends, here, and his boyfriend, here, and they don't have to think about anything beyond these walls.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe presses a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm glad Mingyan got to meet you."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan pulls back just a little to look up at him. "I'm glad I got to meet her. She was my favorite wife. Like. When I would read about you."

[protagonisthalo]

"You mentioned that." Luo Binghe's eyes curve up with his smile. "And I said it showed good taste. She's one of my favorite wives, but I wasn't sure... I've been different here than at home. I'm relieved that she could accept it."

He lets his forehead touch Shen Yuan's, closing his eyes. They have been doing this dating for a while, and Luo Binghe can be patient, but being so close reminds him how his body aches to feel Shen Yuan's again. "There are many things I want to discuss with you, but I also want to kiss you until neither of us can draw breath."

[peaklordshen]

There are many things Shen Yuan should discuss with Binghe, probably, but none that he actually wants to, so he takes this second option gladly, closing the distance between their mouths and kissing him softly.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe tilts Shen Yuan's face upward with a gentle hand on his chin and deepens the kiss, letting his lips part. He could live just like this, feeling Shen Yuan's breath stutter in syncopation with his own, teasing Shen Yuan with a dart of his tongue, warm and comfortable.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan takes the bait, slipping his own tongue past Binghe's lips. His hand skims across Binghe's stomach to squeeze his waist through his stupid adorable t-shirt, the other toying with his curls. He still smells like the bath oils Shen Yuan had chosen for him, as if he's kept using them ever since, and it makes a curl of warmth go through him. He presses closer, breathing it in.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe shudders at his bold touch. Already the banked embers of lust are flickering into flame. He doesn't want to do anything Shen Yuan doesn't want—he still remembers that Shen Yuan had to drug himself to act on his desires—but Luo Binghe was clear-headed on the night they coupled, and he remembers as well Shen Yuan's frantic pleasure. He's been so happy just spending time with Shen Yuan, but he can't deny that he wants him. His body certainly can't deny it—he is already stirring to hardness. He rubs his thumb at the hem of Shen Yuan's sweater, insinuating it underneath to brush warm skin, and breathes a soft moan into Shen Yuan's mouth.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan takes a breath through his nose, already squirming a little just from Binghe's hand on his skin. He can't—they shouldn't—he has a whole plan, for the next time they Do It, and it's not now when he's just in some dumb sweater and Binghe's in sweatpants and they've had arguably the weirdest day yet. But—he can't stop thinking about Airplane going, are you sure he wants you? like—like Binghe might still be with him out of pity. He'll fucking show him.¹ There's lots of stuff, short of Doing It, that he can do to prove Binghe really, definitely wants him.

He kisses Binghe again, more determinedly, and slips his fingers down a little, under the waistband of Binghe's sweatpants, brushing the curve of his hip.

¹ Not, like, literally. He doesn't want to literally show Airplane how much Binghe wants to fuck him.^2
2 ...

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe shudders, Shen Yuan's exploratory fingers intensifying his arousal sharply. The angle they're at is a little awkward, with Luo Binghe's neck stretched to the side. He slides both hands down to Shen Yuan's backside, neatly lifts him and deposits him on his lap, thighs straddling Luo Binghe's hips. Then he rests his hands on Shen Yuan's waist and leans in to kiss him hard.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan yelps as he's lifted bodily into his boyfriend's lap, his whole body going hot at how easily Luo Binghe manhandles him. He could do the same, of course, with his cultivator's strength, but there's something different about it for Binghe–he's so broad, and his muscles actually flex with it, a strength born of more than just spiritual or demonic energy. His yelp cuts off into a groan as Binghe kisses him again, and he slides both hands into Binghe's hair, opening his mouth easily to Luo Binghe's tongue.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe slips his hands under the sweater to better grip Shen Yuan's waist—he's scalding hot, which probably means Luo Binghe's hands are cold, but it feels right, for Shen Yuan to be hot and squirming under his touch. Luo Binghe unconsciously rocks his hips up, sucking Shen Yuan's lower lip between his teeth.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan gasps as Binghe rocks up into him. He'd--thought it would be less, this time, because last time had been the first ever time, and he'd been high, and now he's been fucked, he knows what it's all about, there's no need for his body to go so crazy just because it suddenly realized might it happen again. But he does still have the blood parasites, after all, and they're probably why he has to fight not to moan embarrassingly at, like, basically everything Binghe does--the cold hands on his waist, the teeth at his lip. If he's not careful they'll just--rub off on each other through their clothes like teenagers.

He breaks the kiss to pull back, a little, steeling himself, and then drops his hand to brush the back of his knuckles against the bulge in Binghe's sweatpants. It's hot, even through the cloth, and even before he means to Shen Yuan starts exploring the shape of it with his fingers.

[protagonisthalo]

The violence of Luo Binghe's desire scares him—it puts him so helplessly at Shen Yuan's mercy. But he does not pull back. He presses his face to Shen Yuan's, eyes squeezed shut, breathing shakily against his jaw. He spent so much time today with Mingyan. It's impossible not to compare how easily he respected her vow of chastity, how effortless it was to keep his distance, with how ready he is to beg if Shen Yuan stops touching him. "Shen Yuan," he breathes, meaning it as fervent encouragement.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan very nearly shushes him, because he's very focused on the Heavenly Pillar. He'd... experienced it before, of course, but he'd never really seen how big it was, not compared to his hand, as he thumbs at the head through the cloth, and now--as it gets even bigger under his attentions--he's freaking out a little. He had that thing inside him???? How was he still alive???

But--he can't be a fucking coward about this, and he's--he wants--he licks his lips. "Can I," he starts, and then presses a kiss to Binghe's cheek, his jaw. "I could try, um. With my mouth?"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe groans, his cock jerking under Shen Yuan's hand. "Do not say it unless you will do it," he says unsteadily. "I could not bear to be teased—I've wanted you—so badly—"

[peaklordshen]

Take that, Airplane!! Shen Yuan thinks, smugly, and then has to figure out how to put his money where his mouth is, or--well--put his mouth--

He kisses Binghe again, slow and fortifying, and then pushes himself back so he can kneel on the floor in front of him.

[protagonisthalo]

This is how Shen Yuan first came to Luo Binghe: kneeling before him in the lounge, hazy with want and—he now knows—the drug Shen Yuan took to give himself permission to take what he wanted. Luo Binghe loved him then, but with all that has transpired between them, he cares for him even more—knows him more, and to know Shen Yuan better is to love him better. He strokes an affectionate hand over Shen Yuan's hair. "Take it slowly," he cautions. "My blood won't help much."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan presses a kiss to the inside of Binghe's wrist to keep himself from rolling his eyes. As if he needs to be told to take it slow while trying to suck the biggest dick ever written.

But--when he's tugged Binghe's sweatpants down, a little, and reached inside to free the Heavenly Pillar--when he actually sees it, flushed and hard and huge--he does have the insane urge to just go for it, just open his mouth and sink down and damn the consequences. It's--he swallows, mouth suddenly flooded with saliva. It's beautiful, because of course it is, it's attached to Binghe. But it's never occurred to him that dicks could be beautiful, and he takes a long moment just to admire, one hand tracing its length lightly, fascinated by how it twitches against his palm.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe's hips jerk, impulsively seeking the touch. He has not been with anyone since Shen Yuan, over a month ago now, and he is achingly sensitive. The hungry look Shen Yuan is giving him makes him flush. Luo Binghe knows he looks good, even mostly clothed like this, but—actually, there's no reason Shen Yuan shouldn't see him at his best. He takes off his shirt, and then takes himself in hand, stroking once or twice to bring himself to full hardness, so Shen Yuan can watch him leak onto his abs. Acting without thinking, he thumbs the head and then smears the wetness across Shen Yuan's lower lip like he did with his blood, shuddering at his own actions.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan wants to curl in on himself and sink into the floor at this display of handsomeness, and lewdness, and--!! Have mercy, Luo Binghe!!!

He runs his tongue over his lower lip, though, he's not a monster, and then the taste of it pulls him forward, inexorable, to mouth at the head of Luo Binghe's dick. His eyes slip closed, and he breathes in through his nose--even just the tip of it is so much, so hot and heavy on his tongue.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe groans, fighting to keep still. He wants to touch Shen Yuan, but doesn't want to push his head—he settles for resting his knuckles against the side of Shen Yuan's neck, thumb against his jaw.