open post: in a slightly hazy lounge

[peaklordshen]

After a few false starts, Shen Qingqiu has found a proper place to test out Crowley's BL pollen vape pen.

He posts up in one of the lounges, close enough to the bar that anyone leaving there might find him. He's still in his braid and loose robes - no one else had noticeably started dressing gayer¹ when they took the stuff, intentional or not, so neither will he. He also brings snacks,² and the next book in the Blood at Dusk series, Moonless Midnight, in case it takes a while to kick in, or a while for anyone to come along to prove it has, anyway. If no one finds him here he will go looking, but roaming the Mansion's halls newly homosexual feels like a much more risky prospect than just staying put and seeing what happens.

He arrays himself on a couch, feet tucked up under him (although this might not be immediately apparent due to the robes), Crowley's pen tucked behind one ear so he can make more notes now that he has a glimmer of a chance that Binghe will forgive him,³ and takes a drag on the vape.

He coughs. It's smoke, not pollen—the blooms must be dried and then burned, like with tobacco—and has an odd, kind of greenish flavor. Not unpleasant, but not pleasant, either. He expected it to taste of, like. Cherry blossom, or something. Pink rather than green. Shit, maybe he is a little homophobic.

He takes another drag, and lets the smoke out of his mouth slowly this time, watching it curl up to the ceiling.

By the time anyone finds him, he will be staring unblinking at the opposite wall, book open on his lap to the third page of the first chapter.

[Threads with Sagramore and Luo Binghe are NSFW.]

¹ Please explain what you mean by this, Shen Qingqiu. I'll wait.
² Crowley did tell him to.
³ After he confirms that the pollen works. And goes to find Binghe. And kisses him. And— well. Maybe. After. He can raise the book club idea again?

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[sagramore]

"My heart, my heart--" When he kisses back he pins Shen Qingqiu a little against the back of the couch, letting some of his weight rest against him, testing.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Qingqiu lets him, willingly, groaning a little against his mouth at the increased friction.

[sagramore]

"There's well," he breathes, and bows his head to take one of Shen Qingqiu's nipples in his mouth.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Qingqiu is making very embarrassing noises, but he's too gay to stop. It's all he can do to keep stroking Sagramore like he was instructed, the rest of him strung on a constantly-plucked wire between the friction of his hips and the wet heat of Sagramore's mouth.

[sagramore]

He switches place after a while, though his fingers take up where his mouth left off, and he doesn't stop until the tell-tale stutter of his hips, when he tucks his face against Shen Qingqiu's neck and spills into his hand.

[peaklordshen]

It takes Shen Qingqiu by surprise—it's his first time being gay! he doesn't know the signs!—and the shock of it, the sudden undeniable evidence that he did that, that he'd given Sagramore pleasure, tips him over the edge, too, his free hand closing hard in Sagramore's hair and his body arching, trembling, into his.

[sagramore]

The hair pulling wrings a giddy sound from him before he manages to catch his breath, smoothing his hands over Shen Qingqiu's back. "Thou'rt all right? Christ, sweet-heart--"

[peaklordshen]

"Oh," he says, when words seem possible again, and then he laughs, a little, half embarrassment, half relief that he still feels—hazy, sticky, and ridiculously pleased to be held in Sagramore's arms. It hadn't worn off. He kisses Sagramore on the eyebrow because it's the closest thing to his mouth right now. "Mm."

[sagramore]

Sagramore laughs with relief and cuddles him close. "Jesu, thou'rt lovely."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Qingqiu flushes. "I'm not," he protests, against Sagramore's shoulder. "I barely even—you—" he subsides, because apparently saying out loud you made me come without touching me is a little too much even for Gay Shen Yuan. "Thank you," he mutters, instead.

[sagramore]

He drops a kiss in Shen Qingqiu's hair. "Another time, an thou willst it, I'd show thee more. I'd like very much to suck thy prick."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Qingqiu's face is so hot Sagramore can probably feel it against his skin. He–he doesn't think it'll come to that!!! This is probably the only time he'll be gay!!!

But—unless—this had been nice. And he doesn't have to give the vape pen back, probably, after he finds Binghe; he's not expecting Binghe to want him again but he could maybe—they could maybe—

"Are you sure?" he asks. "It—you haven't even seen it." Not that he's seen Sagramore's, either, but if that were on the table, during Gay Shen Yuan hours, well—his lips part, a little, at the thought.

[sagramore]

Sagramore catches his chin and tips his face up gently. "It would be my pleasure. Thou art my bro, Shen Qingqiu."

[peaklordshen]

For some absolutely absurd reason, this makes Shen Qingqiu tear up. "Yeah," he says. "We are bros." He was so silly for imagining Sagramore might not like his dick. Even if the scum villain's dick is ugly, Sagramore would never say so. He wouldn't break the sacred bonds of bros like that. He's like the guy from the Backstreet Boys' song, and Sagramore is his chorus.