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]

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.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan swallows at the touch, at how gentle it is. He runs a hand down Binghe's length, a lance of heat going through him when this produces more wetness for him to lap up with his tongue. He briefly considers just--staying like this, running his tongue over the head of Binghe's dick and using his hands until--but no, he said he would do this, and he will.

He squares his shoulders and opens his mouth as wide as he can, trying to flatten his tongue and keep his teeth out of the way, sinking forward slowly. His breath stutters through his nose, his eyelashes going wet at the stretch, the overwhelming heat, the sensation of being so full.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe exhales harshly. He has been serviced by expert courtesans, succubi, women with a thousand former lovers—yet Shen Yuan's clumsy efforts are by far the most arousing. Just knowing that Shen Yuan is on his knees, doing this just to bring Luo Binghe pleasure—he curls in on himself, his thumb now pressing hard against Shen Yuan's jawbone. He wants to sit back coolly like he's accustomed to, and say something like You do well to serve your Emperor—Shen Yuan seems to like it when he is imperious—but he can't pull himself together. Instead he gasps, "I—I won't last long."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan pulls off at that, both to breathe and out of shock, staring up at him. He what? He can't actually be good at this. It must just be because of how long they held off, he's used to having sex so much more regularly than this.

But--god. He leans back in, nuzzling the pillar almost idly. The idea that he's good at this even a little bit, that Binghe is close because of him--"You," he starts, and then has to clear his throat. "You don't have to hold back. You can--um, whenever." And he licks, experimentally, up the underside of his dick--along the vein--before wrapping his lips around the head again.

[protagonisthalo]

"Shen Yuan—" Luo Binghe doesn't want to hurt him—he knows how daunting a task it is, and as many experienced lovers as he's been with, there have been an equal number of blushing virgins—but Shen Yuan's tentative assays are driving him out of his mind. His thighs tremble with the effort of not pushing in further. His eyes flutter shut—but he forces them open, loath to miss anything.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan slowly sinks forward again. It seems both an eternity and no time at all before the head of Binghe's dick nudges the back of his throat--and there's still so much of it, he keeps working it with his hand, half to make Binghe feel good and half to check how far he still has to go.

Alright. Alright. You can do this, Shen Yuan--he flutters his tongue against the underside of Binghe's dick and pushes forward again. He immediately has to pull back so he doesn't choke, but doesn't pull all the way off, too determined. He ends up bobbing his head, getting it just a little bit deeper every time, not consciously setting any type of rhythm so much as throwing himself up against a final boss again and again.

[protagonisthalo]

Ah, Shen Yuan is so good, he's trying so hard—Luo Binghe tangles his hands in his hair, whimpering, rocking his hips just slightly with Shen Yuan's movements. Luo Binghe is so sensitive—it feels so good it almost hurts, mirroring the fierce ache in his chest. He is caught there, on the edge between pain and pleasure, between joy and desperation, everything too much and not nearly enough. His pulse stutters. Shen Yuan looks so beautiful like this, completely absorbed in his task, and Luo Binghe opens his mouth to tell him so—but then he thinks of Shen Yuan's true form, the skinny short-haired youth, and how much more beautiful he would be on his knees like this, face flushed and mouth wet—and suddenly he is very close.

[peaklordshen]

Oh, Binghe's hands in his hair is--Shen Yuan bobs his head faster, sucking lightly, and raises his eyes to look at Binghe's face.

It's almost instantly too much. His mouth is slack in pleasure, his eyes so, so dark, the flush on his cheeks extending all the way down his chest. He's devastatingly beautiful just standing in a room thinking about nothing; seeing him like this is like a lightning bolt has split Shen Yuan open from the top of his head to the tip of his dick. He moans around the velvet weight in his mouth, and the sound, or the momentum, or just sheer tenacity finally lets the head of Binghe's dick slide past the resistance, deeper into his throat.

[protagonisthalo]

Making eye contact with Shen Yuan sends an intense bolt of pleasure through Luo Binghe. His beautiful, perfect boyfriend, so easily flustered in public, yet so lewd in his eager, unpracticed attentions. Luo Binghe can't help himself—he takes himself in hand and rubs the tip against the back of Shen Yuan's throat with a helpless mmn, every part of him drawing tight. He's so close—and Shen Yuan told him not to hold back—and the thought that Shen Yuan wants him to sends him over the edge. He clutches Shen Yuan's hair so tight his hand shakes, his mouth falling open as he comes into the warm heat of Shen Yuan's mouth.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan swallows instinctively, mainly out of shock, and then gasps, and chokes a little, and pulls off to cough. His face is a mess, eyes teary, mouth wet and cheeks smeared with his own saliva and Binghe's--Luo Binghe's--!!!!

He hides his face in Binghe's hip, embarrassed and overwhelmed and hot all over.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe's chest aches even more. He loves how Shen Yuan loses himself in pleasure and then draws back, as if startled of his own desires. Shen Yuan is impossibly sweet, so good that Luo Binghe cannot imagine how someone like this can touch him without sensing his unworthiness. Luo Binghe has never deserved any of the wealth and power he's gained, and he's never had any illusions otherwise. He was born vile, unlovable, so he has dedicated his life to taking what he does not deserve, proving that he is not beholden to fate. And he's never repented. Why shouldn't he be entitled to take what he's bought with his suffering? Why should good things be reserved for the worthy?

But Shen Yuan deserves so much better. He deserves someone as good as he is, but he is unaccountably devoted to Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe needs to embrace him. Instead of pulling Shen Yuan up, he slides off the bed and sinks to the floor next to him, legs trembling, and pulls him tightly into his arms. He is weak with the aftershocks of pleasure, his breath still shaking, and he squeezes his eyes shut against the sudden heat behind them.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan laughs a little into this sudden embrace. "Binghe," he breathes, his throat a little raspy. "Sweetheart, what--"

[protagonisthalo]

It's too much to explain how scared he's been since the confrontation with Galahad, how aware of his own deficiencies. He buries his face in the warmth of Shen Yuan's neck and gets a hand between them, fumbling with the clasp of Shen Yuan's pants. "Let me—"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan despairs a little. Are they ever going to fool around not on the floor?? But it's not like he's going to say no to Binghe's hand down his pants, so he lifts his hips to help, pressing a little kiss to the shell of Binghe's ear.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe has limited experience with these garments, especially from this angle, but he is still Luo Binghe. He gets Shen Yuan's pants undone and thrusts his hand in without preamble, moaning at the evidence of how much Shen Yuan enjoyed pleasuring him. His movements are frantic with the need to prove himself—in so many ways, but making Shen Yuan finish is one he can accomplish right now. He jerks Shen Yuan savagely, his chest heaving in big shuddering gasps as though he is the one being touched. "Ah—you're so—"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan makes a high, horrifically embarrassing sound right in Binghe's ear. No one has ever touched him like this--only Binghe has ever touched his dick at all, and he was pretty distracted by everything else going on at the time--he's never even touched himself like this, so fast and rough. It's too much, all at once, and he clings to Binghe. "Fuck, ah--" His nails dig into Binghe's bare back, and he instantly feels bad about it, forcibly relaxing his hands. "Sorry, sorry--"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe gasps. "No, ah, please—I like it—" He pulls out his hand and spits in the palm, then shoves it back in and drags his fist up and down Shen Yuan's cock, slower now but more deliberate, hard and relentless—and bites where Shen Yuan's neck meets his shoulder.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan has no time to process this--Binghe likes-- because with the added slickness and steadier rhythm he's suddenly disastrously close to the edge. His hips twist, fucking helplessly up into the circle of Binghe's hand, and he's gasping, unable to get a full breath in his lungs. The bite has his toes curling in shocked pleasure, his socked feet sliding against the floor on either side of Binghe's hips.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe kisses him. Shen Yuan has yet to wipe his face, and feeling how messy he is—and tasting himself—has Luo Binghe moaning into his mouth, shoving his tongue deeper as he strokes mercilessly.

[peaklordshen]

Binghe's moans shake through Shen Yuan, sending him careening over the edge. The orgasm must reactivate some left over unexecuted keysmash in Shen Yuan's brain, because as he comes back to himself he's sucking on Binghe's tongue like he's still blowing him, lewd and mortifying. He stops immediately, softening it into a more respectable but still breathless kiss, his whole body trembling.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe is already half-hard again. He breaks the kiss—then dives back in, unable to help himself, pressing several more kisses to Shen Yuan's mouth before he pulls back for real. He brings his hand up to his mouth and deliberately, showily, licks it clean.