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.

Comments

[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.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe moans and says, his lips brushing the tip of Shen Yuan's cock, "Pull my hair." Then he licks down the sides of the shaft, not doing much more than teasing—but it's driving him out of his mind to feel the warmth and weight of Shen Yuan in his hand and against his tongue. He breathes in the scent and exhales heavily.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan does--more out of instinct than to do what he's told; he runs his hands over Binghe's jaw, his ear, then fists them into his hair and tugs, trying to get Binghe to take him into his mouth properly. He knows he won't until he's ready, knows Binghe will do whatever he wants with him; he has him completely at his mercy, bare and squirming at every touch of his mouth. With Binghe under the covers he can't even see what he's going to do next, so every motion of his hand or swipe of his tongue is a sweet and torturous surprise.

If this is how he dies again, he thinks, mouth opening soundlessly, it will at least be a good death. The kind of death a gay guy like him can be proud of, probably, expiring because your incredibly beautiful boyfriend sucked you off too slow, too teasingly, as if he'd done it a thousand times before.

[protagonisthalo]

If Luo Binghe were thinking, he might be intimidated by his lack of experience in this matter. But he is so mindlessly aroused that he's acting purely on instinct, just wanting to get more of Shen Yuan in his mouth. Everything is making him hotter—he can taste Shen Yuan's first release all over him, and smell the sweat in the creases of his thighs—and he wants all of it, so he fits the head in his mouth and sinks all the way down. His throat contracts in a helpless choke, but he refuses to give up, sputtering through several muffled coughs before he succeeds in forcing his throat to relax.

[peaklordshen]

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. If Shen Yuan hadn't already come tonight, the sudden, all-encompassing heat around his dick, the suction of Luo Binghe's mouth, the knowledge that he'd choked on Shen Yuan's dick would have sent him over the edge immediately. As it is he's making the most humiliating sounds in the world, little bitten-off moans and gasps, unthinkingly holding Binghe still with both hands fisted hard in his hair. "Binghe--"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe moans shamelessly at the fact that Shen Yuan is holding him down, forcing him to stay where he is and take it. He likely doesn't even mean to—he is so gentle with Luo Binghe usually—so it must be that he is driven mindless with pleasure, and that thought has Luo Binghe's hips grinding down against the bed. He has to concentrate to stay relaxed, and his throat flutters several times involuntarily—his unoccupied hand grasps at Shen Yuan's hip, fingers pressing into the soft skin to ground himself. With his other hand, he rubs his thumb against the base of Shen Yuan's erection and sucks hard.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan's hips stutter once and again, thrusting shallowly into Binghe's throat, and then he comes so hard he sits up, his whole body curling with the force of it. His hands spasm, releasing Binghe's hair, and immediately start petting over it again. "Fuck, fuck--"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe didn't expect it to be so fast, but he takes it dutifully, his throat working around Shen Yuan's length as he swallows. He's dizzy with his own arousal, everything hot and aching, and he shudders through Shen Yuan's orgasm like it's his own.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan's whole body is flushed hot. Was that--was that too fast?? He pulls Binghe up to hold him close, dazed and embarrassed and full of squirming, exhausted lightness.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe is happy to let himself be pulled into Shen Yuan's arms. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and then starts peppering Shen Yuan's face with kisses, slotting Shen Yuan's thigh between his legs to press against where he is stunningly hard. "That was so good—you were so good—"

[peaklordshen]

"It was so fast. But you--you're basically a sex god, it's not my fault," Shen Yuan mutters, mortified and then immediately defensive, though he does turn his face absently into Binghe's kisses. "And I don't really touch myself in this body so it's not like--it's--you can't blame me."

[protagonisthalo]

"To have you fall apart so willingly at my merest touch—I could not ask for anything sweeter."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan supposes his wives do come unrealistically quickly, too, so he's in good company. Still--he adds 'last longer' to his plan for things to do next time. For now he just presses his thigh up into Binghe's erection, winding his hands back into Binghe's hair. "You--you like when I hurt you a little," he says, hesitant.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe might have something more coherent to say about it later; at this moment he nods fervently, his mouth falling open with pleasure as he grinds against Shen Yuan's thigh.

[peaklordshen]

If this had been the Binghe of his world, grown up, he doesn't think he could have indulged that particular desire at all. It would have felt too much like giving in to the System, too much like embodying Shen Qingqiu in truth. And it's still hard to convince himself to really go for it, even though this is Bingge, his boyfriend, who knows perfectly well he isn't Shen Qingqiu and never has been, who enjoys the sting of Zhu Naonao's whip and the scoring of Sha Hualin's nails. But he does close his hands in Binghe's hair, tight, and he does raise his chin to bite, darting and hard, at his mouth, as Luo Binghe thrusts against his thigh.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe moans loudly and comes, shaking, his whole body singing from the sharp tug at his scalp and Shen Yuan claiming him with his teeth.¹

¹Is that what's happening...?

[peaklordshen]

Oh, wow, at least they're--well. Alright. Wow. He really does like that, like, a lot!!! He kisses Binghe's poor bruised(?) lip afterward, though, so so soft, and then realizes the taste in his mouth is Shen Yuan's own come, and has to decide if he thinks that's hot or gross or kind of both. Do gay men like that? Is it allowed to be both?

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe definitely likes it. He kisses back, equally soft, still trembling. He smoothes Shen Yuan's hair away from his face and smiles at him with all the love in his heart.

"It doesn't hurt," he says. "I don't like being hurt, but—during something like this—it doesn't feel like pain. It just feels like more. And especially if it's you..." He bites his lip. "I like it. I would like anything you did to me."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan feels his soul leave his body at that smile.¹ His breath catches; he has to force himself to focus and actually listen to his words rather than just letting his brain shriek endless, badly written sonnets at him about beauty transformed by love, by lust; beauty laid bare.

"That--helps," he says, finally. "That you don't register it as pain. I never want to hurt you, even if you did like it."

¹ Metaphorically! The literal feeling is way less pleasant.