Bingge's touch is as sure and as powerful as the ocean, and Shen Qingqiu is being rocked by it, inside and out. He concentrates on exploring Luo Binghe's mouth because it's the only part he has any control over, right now, the rest of his body squirming and shivering without his permission. He brings up a hand to grip Binghe's jaw to keep him close, the tip of his tongue finding the tip of a fang, and how—fucking surreal; Shen Yuan in his first life had had so many opinions about Binghe's fangs, in fanart, had left long comments for artists he commissioned about not making him look too vampiric, but still keeping the suggestion of danger; the importance of including the fangs in art where he was smiling and happy because it made him extra cute.

And now that smiling, fanged, adorable, hot-as-fuck mouth is pressing to his, again and again; now Luo Binghe is working him open on searing, talented fingers. He groans, deep in his throat, and pulls Binghe closer, deeper, a silent demand for more.