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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[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan shifts. "Oh, like—sometimes people would say it was unrealistic for all of these women to be into you, when obviously that's the most realistic part of the whole book." He still can't believe Airplane claimed the wives lost interest in Binghe—he's getting mad again just thinking about it. "And I'd—you know. Say that, or call people out because like—if they were transported into your world and faced with, um, your face, and your body and—and bearing and everything, as if they wouldn't fall to their knees about it, regardless of if they're straight. Or—sometimes people would say some revenge you took was too over the top, and I'd tell them they just didn't get the magnitude of the original crime, how much it had hurt you, and how cutting people in half hotdog-style is how you expressed that hurt. You know, basic—basic stuff."

[protagonisthalo]

Obviously there's no response to that except to pull back a little and kiss him, softly but with intent. Luo Binghe still worries about Shen Yuan's friends not liking him—Shen Yuan would respect their opinions more than strangers'—but this does a lot to convince him that Shen Yuan's regard is not easily swayed. When he pulls back he says, "So you've been ready to get on your knees for me long before tonight?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan flushes very red. "I—I didn't know it meant anything about me," he protests. "I really thought—I really think—anyone would, especially—especially if they saw it."

[protagonisthalo]

It's good that Shen Yuan put Luo Binghe through so much grief at first, denying his feelings and running from the kiss. Otherwise, he would be too tempted to believe that this was a dream after all, despite everything, and Shen Yuan was spun together by some clever demon to captivate him utterly. "Oh? I like yours too."

[peaklordshen]

"Really?" asks Shen Yuan, cheeks still burning. "But it's just, like—" he waves a hand in a there's really nothing at all special about my dick kind of gesture. "I guess—I mean, if it's the only other one you've seen, I guess you'd have to like it, by default."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe has much to say to that, and he plans to return to the topic at the earliest convenience, but he should correct the misconception first. He's sure it won't bother Shen Yuan, given what he already knows about Luo Binghe's number of partners—but if he does get a little jealous and possessive, Luo Binghe would like that too. Perhaps he would go to Sagramore and slam him against the wall, and say "Binghe's body is only for me to touch"—but he's getting ahead of himself.

"It's not the only one I've seen. First of all, I have been to the southern demon realm many times, and you must know how indifferent they are about clothing. But if you mean in an intimate setting, I was with Sagramore more than once before you and I came to understand each other. That's how I know that you're special, beyond the fact that I prefer men."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan pulls back a little to look at Luo Binghe's face. "You—you did? You were?" He guesses that makes sense—he'd basically done the same thing, a little scientific test, when he'd gotten stoned, but—"He could have told me," he says, a little put out. "We had a whole conversation about it and his epilepsy, and how your dick might cure it, and he never mentioned you'd already tried." Assuming—assuming they'd actually fucked, which clearly they must have, though more than once might mean—he pictures Luo Binghe's hand in Sagramore's curls, like it had been in his hair not long ago. His whole body feels like it's blushing. "He's—probably better than me, with his mouth, huh."

[protagonisthalo]

"He is practiced, but you are a natural talent," Luo Binghe says, kissing the corner of his mouth. Luckily, they are not currently under the truth spell. "Of course I prefer you. He did say you'd suggested it as a cure—I thought perhaps my blood, instead. But I liked that you thought of it. As if my cock is yours to do with as your wish, for your own pleasure or to share with a friend."

[peaklordshen]

Can--can you not say it like that, Luo Binghe!!! Share it with a friend, like they might both be on their knees for him, kissing around the pillar like--like the fucking Taoist nuns in an orgy chapter!!! Shen Yuan's head is going to pop off and explode like a firework.

"Blood," he says, desperately. "Yes. He--he told me you'd talked about that. Good idea."

[protagonisthalo]

"Mhm." Luo Binghe nuzzles against Shen Yuan's cheek, kissing the ridge of his cheekbone. "But my point is that I've seen more than one, and I particularly like yours. Although I wish I could have seen your first body laid bare. Tell me, Shen Yuan—when you were reading about me pleasuring women, did you ever think it would be you? Did you imagine you would have the Emperor panting for your touch?"

[peaklordshen]

God. Shen Yuan knows the right answer to this--the sexy answer; the one he would give if he were the indolent lordling's son, in an inn somewhere. Oh, yes, my lord, I pleasured myself every night to the thought of it--but even if he had a thick enough face to say anything like that aloud without his soul leaving this pilfered body, it really wasn't true. "No," he admits, a little guilty. "I--sorry. I didn't, um--I never thought it could be? Like I couldn't--imagine you would want me." He'd sometimes thought too hard about what the wives were feeling in certain scenes, probably, but that was as far as he'd gotten.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe was trying to fluster him, not really asking, but this sincere answer—and apology—is extremely cute. "It's up to me to prove you wrong, then. If I had seen you defending me so spiritedly, I wouldn't have been able to help myself. Maybe I would have fallen to my knees and serviced you while you did—so you were trying to craft your arguments while I took you apart with my tongue."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan lets out a mortifying sound and buries his face in Binghe's chest. "Binghe." He can barely stand to think about Binghe doing--doing that to him now, when he's in the body of an unrealistically hot cultivator; the idea of him doing it to his--his scrawny, absolute nothing of an original body is completely out of the question. "That's--"

[protagonisthalo]

"Oh? You can tell me 'anyone would want it if they saw it,' but I can't imagine thanking my boyfriend for his kind words?"

[peaklordshen]

"It isn't--anyone would, that's just objective--it's different," insists Shen Yuan, muffled in Binghe's chest. He can't get the picture out of his head--Binghe crammed under his desk in his bedroom, big hot mouth wrapped around--while Shen Yuan typed out his stupid angry screeds to Airplane--it should be ridiculous. It should be insane, the idea that Binghe could ever fit down there, with how tall he was, and the breadth of his shoulders. It should be laughable. Instead, Shen Yuan is horrified to feel himself getting a little hard again.

[protagonisthalo]

It's even more flattering—and more arousing—for Shen Yuan to insist his opinion is objective, but Luo Binghe isn't going to say anything to discourage him from saying it. "I'd love it," he says, breathing against Shen Yuan's face. "You could keep me down there for half a day or more, if you wanted, and I'd love every moment. We could still do it—I could service you now, and you could tell me all the kind things you said to other people about me while I do." He squeezes Shen Yuan's hand, noticing with affection how sweaty it's getting. "I haven't done it for Sagramore," he says huskily. "It would be only you. It would be like—like I was an untouched virgin, eager to stain my innocence, only for you."

[peaklordshen]

Of course Binghe hadn't blown Sagramore. He didn't really think Binghe would want to blow anyone, really--it's more like receiving than giving, right?? Even if it's more, like, active, the holes--anyway.

But he's talking about it like he really wants to, like he might slide down Shen Yuan's body at any moment and just--go to town. His dick is, as previously established, very into this idea; the rest of Shen Yuan is having a really hard time holding the concepts untouched virgin and Luo Binghe in his brain at the same time.

"I--I've never. Had anyone--um, service me--" it's easier to use Binghe's words, "--either. I don't think I could--talk, probably, much, while you--"

[protagonisthalo]

"Even better." Luo Binghe kisses the other corner of his mouth, deeply charmed. "Then let me bring you such pleasure that you are unable even to form words. The sounds you make will be sweeter than the most refined poetry." Belatedly, he blushes. He used this same line on a wife of his, a shy demon from Mobei-jun's clan. It's always been fine to reuse flirtations before, and he does mean it this time, but usually his wives have not closely studied all his other encounters.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan pulls back to wrinkle his nose at him. "Feng Zhaolu," he says. He remembers those chapters really well, because the Mobei-Jun/Binghe shippers had really gone wild for the temperature play Airplane had introduced with her ice powers. He pats Binghe on the head, feeling strangely--relieved?? "It's okay, my love, the well of dirty talk can't possibly actually be bottomless."

[protagonisthalo]

"I'll think of something better," Luo Binghe says quickly. "But I do mean it. Can I—?" He lets go of Shen Yuan's hand so his can drift toward Shen Yuan's hip.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan bites his lip, dropping his eyes so he doesn't have to meet Luo Binghe's eyes when he nods.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe kisses him again for good measure, a slow, lingering kiss on the mouth. Then he ducks under the blankets.

How luxurious that Shen Yuan has already undressed. What a buffet of warm, soft skin for Luo Binghe to bury his face in. And he does—he nuzzles at Shen Yuan's stomach, pressing soft kisses there. His hands run down Shen Yuan's sides, his thighs, his calves–Luo Binghe hadn't noticed he was still wearing his socks. The discovery makes him exhale sharply, hot and startled, against Shen Yuan's navel.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan squirms, his hands automatically ending up in Binghe's hair. If you're going to go then go, what's with all this kissing everywhere else? "Wh-what?"

[protagonisthalo]

"Your socks," Luo Binghe says. Clearly Shen Yuan meant to provoke him. Hasn't he read all about Luo Binghe's sexual encounters? Surely he knows how Luo Binghe enjoys the sight of a well-formed foot in a pair of pure white socks. Perhaps Luo Binghe could take them off with his teeth—but not right now. Shen Yuan's interest in other matters is very obvious, and straining for his attention. Luo Binghe licks his lips, nearly dizzy with arousal just at the thought of what he's about to do. He takes the base of Shen Yuan's cock in hand and delicately licks the tip, savoring the burst of salt across his tongue.

[peaklordshen]

His—his socks? What about his—oh, god, this is a kink thing. Have mercy, Luo Binghe—your stupid hack author gave you every kink under the sun, your poor boyfriend can't do anything without accidentally running into one—

He stops thinking about that immediately when Luo Binghe wraps a hand around his dick, and stops thinking about anything when he feels the heat of his tongue, like—like a cat, like he's just enjoying—he lets out a shocked little breath, his hands fisting in Luo Binghe's hair and then relaxing again.