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“Shizun,” comes Shen Qingqiu’s husband’s voice from outside, so gentle and innocent that Shen Qingqiu immediately senses he’s up to something. “We have a guest~”
Whoever their guest is, Shen Qingqiu can tell from the quality of Luo Binghe’s voice that they’re in danger, so he quickly puts down the yellow book he was reading and sweeps into the reception area. Luo Binghe isn’t the first to appear in the doorframe- instead, it’s Liu Qingge, being manhandled in by Luo Binghe’s strong grip on both his biceps.
“Let go of me!” Liu Qingge demands brusquely, arm jerking as if it tried to elbow Luo Binghe’s ribs and was stymied by his hold. “I-” his eyes fall on Shen Qingqiu, and a light blush steals across his face. He averts his eyes.
“Hello, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu says with great interest. Liu Qingge has been avoiding him for a few weeks, ever since Shen Qingqiu assisted him with the terrible blue bells of sweet sweat- which were not so terrible after all, appeased with a measly bit of grinding. Shen Qingqiu didn’t even get to- er, have to give him a hand job! Some of these curses really don’t live up to their reputation.
“Shixiong,” Liu Qingge says, still avoiding Shen Qingqiu’s eyes. Luo Binghe’s hands tighten on his biceps, fingers visibly digging in, and Liu Qingge pins him with an irate glare. “What?!” he demands, finally jerking free of the hold. Shen Qingqiu can’t help but notice that Luo Binghe has subtly positioned himself between Liu Qingge and the door. “Why did you bring me here?”
“Shishu has been selfish,” Luo Binghe says with a sniff. Having determined that Liu Qingge has no intention of running, he moves to the kitchen to gather the tea kettle, already hot, and busies himself making tea for the three of them.
Liu Qingge’s mouth works soundlessly. He’s drawn himself up straight in offended embarrassment- Shen Qingqiu would be offended, too, in his place! Binghe, you and your husband told him together to come get any curses fucked out of him- now you’re scolding him for it?!
“Come sit down, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu urges. Liu Qingge stiffly joins him at the table; ignores the tea that Luo Binghe sets out, back iron-straight. He softens slightly when Shen Qingqiu holds out the teacup for him, and eventually takes it.
“He was being selfish, shizun,” Luo Binghe says, softly cajoling. “I heard all about it from shizun- your turn with shishu.” Liu Qingge goes pale, fingers tightening on the cup.
Oh no- Binghe, shizun shared that with you in private! It was sucked out of him along with the entire contents of his brain via the dick, he didn’t mean it to be repeated! A looming sense of dread presents itself, making Shen Qingqiu pause halfway through a sip like a rabbit under the eyes of a particularly meat-hungry vehicle.
“Shizun didn’t even get to finish,” Luo Binghe says, face innocent and eyes victorious.
Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu both start coughing in tandem. Shen Qingqiu daintily covers his mouth with a sleeve; Liu Qingge throws Luo Binghe a furiously scandalized look.
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu scolds, snapping his fan open and hastily attempting to cool his hot face. He attempts to muster up something else to say, but all he can think about is the expression on Liu Qingge’s face when he came right under Shen Qingqiu, without even being touched…
“I’m not wrong,” Luo Binghe says, mulish and pouting, pouring Shen Qingqiu a fresh cup of tea, now that his previous one was expelled like a humidifier puffing steam. “It’s not fair.”
Shen Qingqiu hazards a glance at Liu Qingge, who’s staring at the table so concentratedly that it looks as if he’s going to crawl inside the wood grain and never come out. His ears are bright red… it’s rather cute…
Shen Qingqiu realizes he’s been idly tonguing the rim of his cup and hastily sets it down, clearing his throat. Liu Qingge glances up, cheeks pink.
“Don’t worry,” Luo Binghe interjects, tone appeasing. He smiles beatifically at Shen Qingqiu. “I have a solution.”
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Liu Qingge finds himself again in the married couple’s bed- this time, trapped between them on his side, staring red-cheeked into Shen Qingqiu’s beautiful face as Luo Binghe’s hand travels to someplace it really shouldn’t behind him. His body, unfortunately, doesn’t seem to have gotten the message, and thrills to the touch, his pulse missing a beat with anticipation. He hasn’t forgotten the overwhelming sensation of being pushed into over and over…
But he can’t think about that now- something far more dangerous is happening in front of him. Shen Qingqiu’s handsome face, long lashes half covering his eyes, is examining all of Liu Qingge’s bare skin- nothing left hidden or concealed- with a small smile. Those charming lips part; a soft dart of pink tongue between them. His gaze flicks back up to Liu Qingge’s face and he leans in, one hand on Liu Qingge’s jaw, to press their lips gently together.
Warm fire races through Liu Qingge, making him tremble. He feels Shen Qingqiu’s lips pull up at the corners; the hand on his jaw travels down along his side toward the throbbing heat between his legs. “Alright?” Shen Qingqiu murmurs- and before Liu Qingge can muster a measured response, his traitorous lips have murmured a greedy affirmative. Shen Qingqiu’s talented hand closes around him, and the rest of the world falls away.
Warmth; heat; blazing affection. Liu Qingge can’t continue to look at Shen Qingqiu’s face, so close and so handsome- has to close his eyes. Pleasure tingles through him, even as Luo Binghe’s probing fingers behind him find their way to their destination. Assaulted from both sides, he breathes in sharply, body alight with sensation.
It can only be a few seconds- minutes?- but it feels like a lifetime. The pleasure builds so quickly, so avoidably, that Liu Qingge finds himself tensing his muscles so as not to squirm. Shen Qingqiu’s second hand splays along the slopes of his abdominal muscles, each minute tremble laid bare before him, and exhales against Liu Qingge’s mouth, lapping against his lower lip.
Liu Qingge helplessly parts; lets him inside. A soft touch on his neck: Luo Binghe, mouth uncharacteristically gentle. Or perhaps it’s not so uncharacteristic- Luo Binghe has been strangely careful with Liu Qingge, when they’re like this. Liu Qingge doesn’t know what to make of it.
“How’s this?” Shen Qingqiu asks, doing something indescribable with his thumb. Liu Qingge lets out a small, inadvertent noise; a wet dollop of precome slicks Shen Qingqiu’s grip. How mortifying, that he’s so affected- not just by Shen Qingqiu’s presence, his attention, but by the mere sound of his voice. Doesn’t Shen Qingqiu know what he does to him? When Liu Qingge tries to answer, Luo Binghe takes the opportunity of his distraction to slip two fingers straight inside him.
“Nngh,” Liu Qingge gets out, heat flooding through him. The sting of the stretch, the overwhelming pleasure that followed- the memories come racing back. His cock twitches eagerly in Shen Qingqiu’s grip.
“This won’t take much at all,” Luo Binghe says, self-satisfied and irritating, from behind Liu Qingge. “Shizun- do you want him to come? Or shall we teach him how it feels, to be left wanting?”
The audacity takes Liu Qingge’s breath away- makes his cheeks burn. He opens his eyes to object and sees Shen Qingqiu watching his face intently, teeth indenting his lower lip. A soft pink flush warms his elegant cheeks; his dark hair falls, slightly mussed, across his face. All thoughts fly from Liu Qingge’s head. He wants to give Shen Qingqiu anything he wants.
“Binghe…” Shen Qingqiu says, soft with reproach. Liu Qingge’s heart slams in his chest, watching his beautiful eyes flick down to Liu Qingge’s mouth; his chest; his stomach; lower. Shen Qingqiu’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Don’t be cruel.”
Liu Qingge would endure any cruelties in service of Shen Qingqiu’s happiness. This thought echoes in his head, radiating heat pulsing with each indrawn breath, for no more than a few moments before the continued drag of Shen Qingqiu’s hand is too much to stand. Completely unexpectedly, his pleasure takes him: heat flooding his body, arousal condensing between his legs, white shooting from him to dirty Shen Qingqiu’s hand. This is the second time that he’s embarrassed himself so completely in Shen Qingqiu’s presence- but Shen Qingqiu looks just as surprised as the first, when Liu Qingge manages to open his eyes to see his handsome face. He’s staring at Liu Qingge, wide-eyed and lips parted, a fetching blush stealing over his cheeks.
“Don’t you dare leave now,” Luo Binghe rumbles into the back of his neck, the two fingers that teased Liu Qingge to an early end withdrawing slowly. It leaves a hungry emptiness behind, mortifying and undeniable. Liu Qingge, face hot, tries to shoot a glare over his shoulder; but he doesn’t want to turn away from Shen Qingqiu enough to actually catch a glimpse of Luo Binghe. Instead, he just speaks.
“I’m not,” he manages, cheeks flaming. Shen Qingqiu’s lovely mouth curves in a smile; he looks soft and happy and eager, sending Liu Qingge’s heart racing. Before he can say anything he’s being yanked backwards, second shoulder hitting the bed so that he’s left on his back, pinned down by one of Luo Binghe’s strong hands between the two married men.
“Now it’s shizun’s turn,” Luo Binghe murmurs, releasing Liu Qingge’s shoulder to rearrange the fall of his ponytail on the sheets. For some reason, that’s what leaves Liu Qingge the most flustered: not being shoved around, not having his nudity- and the remnants of his pleasure- laid bare for both their eyes. The gentle tug of Luo Binghe’s hand on his hair, making sure it doesn’t get caught beneath him. “Shizun- I have an idea for how he can make it up to you.”