Jan. 4th, 2024 11:32 am
closed post: foolproof seduction plan
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peaklordshenShen Yuan leads Binghe neither to his room nor to Binghe's own. He'd needed to borrow an unoccupied suite for this, because they'd been using his room to get ready, and he didn't want to tip Binghe off by asking him to vacate his so he could set it up. He's relieved that the room is still in the same place, and that his locking talisman on the door is undisturbed; he removes the latter with a gestures and opens the door, ushering Binghe inside.
The room is warm; a fire crackles in its fireplace. This is also the only light, other than the doubled moonlight coming in through the large windows. Most of the room is occupied by a massive four-poster bed, covered in silks and furs. He's pretty proud of this setting, actually, with the part of him that isn't currently curled up into a panicked ball at the pit of his stomach. He'd originally imagined it for the ongoing fantasy, um, fanfic, um, idle daydream he's been having ever since the zombie attack, but in that one, well:
Indolent lordling Shen Yuan lolled helplessly against Luo Binghe's broad, strong chest as he was carried to the only room with a hint of warmth. When they reached theoasis in the sea of drafty halls1 room, Luo Binghe threw2 lowered him gently but manfully onto the soft bed. He straightened up and began removing his robes, the firelight turning his broad, strong3 chest to bronze. Shen Yuan gasped, pulling his own robes tighter around him. "Sir—"
"I'm afraid it's the only way," said Luo Binghe, soulfully, with his moonlit eyes. "Without my pillar thrusting hot and strong into you, you will DIE."
Um! Anyway! This is totally different, obviously!! Shen Yuan is not Shen Yuan, indolent lordling, he's Shen Yuan, immortal cultivator, or at least guy who has the body of one! He's taking charge! He's making sure Binghe has a good time!!
He turns, and presses Luo Binghe back against the door, hands on his (strong and broad) chest. He raises his eyes. "Hi."
1 "Oasis in the sea"?? Come on.
2 HE'S INJURED OR POISONED OR WHATEVER
3 Rep.
The room is warm; a fire crackles in its fireplace. This is also the only light, other than the doubled moonlight coming in through the large windows. Most of the room is occupied by a massive four-poster bed, covered in silks and furs. He's pretty proud of this setting, actually, with the part of him that isn't currently curled up into a panicked ball at the pit of his stomach. He'd originally imagined it for the ongoing fantasy, um, fanfic, um, idle daydream he's been having ever since the zombie attack, but in that one, well:
Indolent lordling Shen Yuan lolled helplessly against Luo Binghe's broad, strong chest as he was carried to the only room with a hint of warmth. When they reached the
"I'm afraid it's the only way," said Luo Binghe, soulfully, with his moonlit eyes. "Without my pillar thrusting hot and strong into you, you will DIE."
Um! Anyway! This is totally different, obviously!! Shen Yuan is not Shen Yuan, indolent lordling, he's Shen Yuan, immortal cultivator, or at least guy who has the body of one! He's taking charge! He's making sure Binghe has a good time!!
He turns, and presses Luo Binghe back against the door, hands on his (strong and broad) chest. He raises his eyes. "Hi."
1 "Oasis in the sea"?? Come on.
2 HE'S INJURED OR POISONED OR WHATEVER
3 Rep.
