Shen Qingqiu doesn't know how to answer that question. There's something in the back of his brain, somewhere, that worries if he goes too far with Sagramore, does something too gay, it will break the BL pollen's curse. That's how it works with most of the stupid wifeplot plants in Proud Immortal Demon Way. And he can't let that happen with Sagramore—if it happens, it has to happen with Binghe. Of course, if he gets to too gay levels with Binghe, the Heavenly Pillar will cure him anyway—but he redirects his brain. That isn't fair. That's breaking some kind of gay code, probably, thinking about another man's dick when there's what feels like a very lovely one much closer at hand.

Speaking of hand. Hands are great; he loves hands. Handjobs between bros aren't even gay. And Sagramore is his bro, the best one he has here, handsome and charming and funny and sweet and solid and gorgeous against him, and Shen Qingqiu slips a hand between them to explore, tracing the hot weight of him through his trousers. He bites his lips at the feeling of it against his palm, letting out a little shaky sigh.