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Shizun had once told him, "I suppose it's useful that you sucked at papapa when we started out, because it gave this master enough time to learn how to avoid coming like an inexperienced virgin every time you do something right."
Luo Binghe hadn't replied with much of anything, seeing as he was far too busy filtering the truth pollen from the air entering his Shizun's lungs, but he had remembered it. Folded it up into a small shape and placed it in an empty corner of his mind, to be pulled apart and examined in minute detail, just like everything else Shizun had said that day.
Since that day he had followed up on a lot of the things Shizun had said, and had learned many things, like what french fries were and why Shizun wanted them, what it meant when he said stallion protagonist, and how much Shizun really loved him.
When Binghe had asked about the 'inexperienced virgin' part, he had expected to hear it was just a saying, a way of expressing Shizun's feelings instead of it in any way being a reflection of the truth.
If he had known during their first time together that it was not just his first time...
He liked to think he would have made it better for Shizun, but truth was, he had already wanted Shizun to feel good. He simply hadn't had the tools to do so, and he wouldn't have miraculously gained them either if he knew that Shizun went into it as blind as he was.
Deep inside of him, he wished he could do it over, give Shizun the wonderful first time he rightfully deserved. It was only one fantasy of a dozen, a hundred identical ones, each focusing on another one of his mistakes, fixing what he had messed up so bad. But he knew none of them could be done over, so he just focused on replacing those bad memories with new, more pleasurable experiences.
He didn't think this was one he would ever have the opportunity to repeat. A first time can by necessity only happen once, after all.
Or so he thought.
"You're Luo Binghe," his husband says to him with wide-open eyes.
Luo Binghe nods patiently.
"And we're married," Shen Yuan says for the third time now.
Luo Binghe nods again, more smug now.
"I am married to Luo Binghe," Shen Yuan says, dazed. "I transmigrated and got married to Luo Binghe."
Luo Binghe would feel offended at his husband's doubt, if he wasn't painfully aware how awkward his Shizun had been in the beginning of their marriage about admitting his attraction to a man. That he was even accepting the truth was already a good thing.
"Fucking jackpot, what the fuck," Shen Yuan whispers to himself.
He looks up, meeting Binghe's gaze. "And uhm, just to be certain..." His eyes flit away for a second before returning. "When you kept calling me Shizun, back then, we are thinking about the same 'Shizun', right?"
Binghe tilts his head. "As in Shen Qingqiu? This one would never take another Shizun than his own," he says, more forcefully than needed. Shen Yuan couldn’t have known.
"Okay..." A-Yuan whispers to himself. "I'm Shen Qingqiu. I can do that."
He pulls his shoulders back, letting a haughty expression fall over his face. "Luo Binghe," he says in a voice that tries to be cold but fails dearly. It's almost exactly how Binghe remembers Shizun acting in those first few weeks after the Qi Deviation, when Shen Qingqiu's face was still unfamiliar to his Shizun, an ill-fitting mask not yet made his own.
It's surprisingly attractive -- or maybe not so surprisingly so, since it's Shizun. Everything he does is attractive.
Luo Binghe suppresses a shudder. "That one is a little outdated, A-Yuan," he can't help but tease.
His face softens. "There is no need to pretend to be anyone you haven't yet become. Shizun is Shen Qingqiu, A-Yuan isn't yet. That's alright."
Shen Yuan blinks at him. "Oh," he says, flustered for no reason Luo Binghe can pin down. He has no fan to hide his red cheeks. It's charming. "That's good. Thank you."
He fidgets slightly as the silence drags on. Luo Binghe is content to let it stretch out, to give A-Yuan some extra time to adjust and construct a face to use for now.
"If --" Shen Yuan haltingly begins. "If you know my name..."
"This one does," Binghe nods patiently.
"You don't sound like you use it often," Shen Yuan half-says, half-asks.
Luo Binghe shrugs. "Shizun is Shizun," he says plainly, because it really isn't that complicated to him. "Shizun might have been A-Yuan once, and I love him for that part as well, but it is Shizun I loved first, and it is Shizun he is in this world."
A-Yuan flushes brighter. "You say it so often that Shizun doesn't even sound like a real word anymore," he says, obviously trying to avoid the subject even though he brought it up himself. He lost his courage, Binghe thinks fondly. Shizun used to do that too, but it has been years since he tried to hide behind his fan at every loving word. Time and communication allowed Binghe's frustration at this to be sanded down into endearment, and now Binghe feels nothing but fondness at his A-Yuan's shy demeanor.
"I call him husband too," Luo Binghe teases cheerfully.
"You do," Shen Yuan says lightly, like it doesn't matter to him. "So you probably do... husband-ly things. With him."
Luo Binghe hums. "This one does," he says. "Just this morning I made him breakfast in bed, and he greeted me with a good morning kiss in return. We brushed each other's hair. It was nice."
Shen Yuan stumbles. "I -- what?"
Luo Binghe raises an eyebrow. "Oh, is that not what A-Yuan was thinking of?" He leans forward, pressing himself into A-Yuan's space, so close that his warm breath reaches A-Yuan's face. Shen Yuan shivers, pupils expanding.
"Me and my husband partake in some hot, filthy... domesticity. Every. Single. Day."
Binghe pulls away, sitting straight again. It's not that the whole blackened Demonic Emperor isn't fun to roleplay sometimes, but he wants his husband to know what he was getting into. To know he was not that Binghe.
Shen Yuan is visibly adjusting his expectations, mouth slightly open and eyes unfocused. As Binghe waits patiently, Shen Yuan shakes his head slightly in that way he does when he discards a thought. But what was--?
Something in Binghe relaxes at the warm, genuine smile A-Yuan sends him.
"It is very nice to meet you, Binghe," his perfect, beautiful A-Yuan says.
"A-Yuan!" Binghe cries, getting choked up. That he accepts him like this already, without years of adjustment -- his husband truly is too good!
Shen Yuan laughs. "What are you crying for?" he says warmly as he cups Binghe's cheek. Binghe enthusiastically pushes into the touch. "Aiyah, truly a little white lotus..."
Luo Binghe can see the cogs turn in his A-Yuan's head, and knows that if he did nothing right now, that Shen Yuan would flip over to the other side entirely, to a Binghe who knows nothing of the darker -- or sexual -- side of life.
The pad of his thumb rests on A-Yuan's lips, just as beautifully soft and pink as they always are. He slips the finger inside, down to the first knuckle. A-Yuan stares at him with wide eyes.
"I assume A-Yuan knows how to cure this ailment?" Binghe murmurs, pressing down on the soft, wet pad of his beloved's tongue.
A-Yuan whimpers, and nods silently.
"Then let this husband provide," Binghe says, and surges forward.
He can't help but steal a kiss from those lips -- a good one, a satisfying one. One that makes A-Yuan gasp and tremble, that makes him breathe heavy and his eyelids flutter.
Binghe has improved, from his earliest attempts. Of course he has. He has gotten a lot of practice in. He still bites -- he doesn't think that will ever stop -- but it's soft. It's worrying A-Yuan's bottom lip between his teeth, it's teasing and fun. Nothing hurts that isn't one hundred percent meant to.
When he has A-Yuan pushing up into his hands, he moves down. Over his graceful neck, his pale skin, pulling his robes away to reveal those gorgeous nipples, taking them into his mouth. A-Yuan gasps in surprise.
"Binghe!" he scolds.
Binghe doesn't listen.
He drags his tongue over the darker, puffy skin and thinks about how long he could do this before A-Yuan would become huffy and drag his head down further. The thought is rather appealing to him, having not had A-Yuan's cock in his mouth for a while now -- two days, which is one and a half day over the limit in his opinion -- but he mournfully puts the thought away. Later, when A-Yuan was Shizun again.
Binghe sits back, deciding that now would be the perfect time to get rid of those pesky robes. His own are taken off within seconds -- he lacks neither motivation nor experience, after all. Any second more he spends fiddling with his clothing is one he can't spend touching his husband.
But oh, A-Yuan, beautiful, amazing A-Yuan! He isn't used to this type of clothing at all and thus requires a little more... hands-on assistance.
Binghe unwraps him like a present, one for him and him alone. Each layer of silky robes, carefully slid off that gorgeous lean body, folded up and put away, only for Binghe to turn back and do it all over again. Nothing in the world is better than this -- except, maybe, what comes after.
Soft kisses pressed to each newly revealed inch of skin, intimately familiar. His husband's body carries no secrets for Binghe, clearer in his mind than even Binghe's own.
Shen Yuan's eyes are closed throughout all this. Binghe is not bothered -- his A-Yuan is inexperienced. Of course he couldn’t weather his touches if he saw him at the same time. His cock -- his pretty, pretty cock, perfect in every way -- is standing to attention nonetheless.
And so is Binghe's.
"There is no way that fits," A-Yuan blurts out, when his eyes finally flutter open.
"Oh, but it has," Luo Binghe purrs. "Viciously. Repeatedly. And in a great many positions."
He sighs dramatically. "But if A-Yuan is anxious, then I suppose I don't mind waiting a little longer." Shen Yuan has just had enough time to relax before he continues, "This husband has plenty of other ideas to pass the time until then."
Shen Yuan swallows. "You really do, don't you?" he says weakly.
Luo Binghe grins. "Let this one demonstrate," he says as he bodily picks up Shen Yuan, only to place him with his front against the wall. He can hear a quiet squeak from his husband -- so cute! It seems he's adorable no matter his age and experience, which Binghe could have told you without all this mess.
Luo Binghe tuts as he glides his hand over A-Yuan's hips. "No need to be nervous. This one knows Shizun enjoyed this pose a lot when we first learned of it," Binghe murmurs in A-Yuan's ear. "It is no longer, ah, needed in the same way it was back then, but Shizun never stopped giving the most delightful of sounds when we do it this way."
His hand arrives at the small of Shen Yuan's back, and he -- gently, ever so gently with this fragile, unexperienced form of his husband -- pushes him forward, pressing his chest right against the wall, pulling his hips back and forcing his spine to arch.
Shizun likes it when he's rough, sometimes, but A-Yuan already has enough to deal with. Though if this problem, hmm, persisted, then Binghe wouldn't mind seeing how soon he can drive his husband to cry out of pleasure.
A-Yuan twitches at the sound of the oil bottle's cap popping off, and his muscles are tense under Binghe's hands as he throughly lubes up the inside of A-Yuan's thighs, taking great pleasure in running his fingers over all the little intimate places, only just bumping into his cock before retreating again.
"There you go," he rumbles in A-Yuan's ears. He taps his thighs twice. "Now, keep those closed, will you?"
Shen Yuan nods feverishly, pressing his legs closed as tight as he could, then a little looser again when he realised there was no way Binghe's thick cock could fit between them.
A-Yuan lets out a soft gasp as Binghe slots himself between his legs, taking a short moment to revel in the clutch of his beloved's thighs -- this would never stop feeling like heaven to Binghe -- before he set up a slow, dragging pace.
He takes advantage of his position to press kisses to A-Yuan's neck, from soft little butterfly kisses to great sucking things that would surely leave bright red marks.
A-Yuan lets out soft whimpers at the drag of the Heavenly Pillar between his soft thighs, his legs trembling where they were trying to keep themselves as tightly closed shut as possible, his hands scratching at the walls as he tries -- and fails -- to grab something, anything to hold on to.
An especially deep, punishing thrust from Binghe makes Shen Yuan choke out a half-stiffled moan, and as it pulls it from his throat it clears the way for a whole litany of sounds, breathless cries and calls of Binghe's name alike.
Luo Binghe huffs a laugh in a way that he knows will set A-Yuan's stomach to stewing. "Yes, those are exactly the sounds Shizun always makes, how did A-Yuan know?" he says in a low, amused voice.
Feeling merciful, he leans forward and plasters his body against his A-Yuan's. Shizun isn't much shorter than him, but Binghe is a far shot broader, so he covers him fully. At no point does he let up on his thrusts, even as he slings one arm around A-Yuan's stomach to pull him even closer, running the other over his chest, caressing his skin in broad motions.
Heat is building in his core, and even as he knows it won't be enough to come, with the demonic stamina that his beloved has complained about at great length, he still lets himself fall into the delicious rush of it, fucking steadily between A-Yuan's pretty, pretty thighs.
But just because he isn't ready to finish yet, doesn't mean A-Yuan should suffer longer, and he snakes his hand down to curl around his love's hard length. It takes only two, three tugs, and then his A-Yuan is falling over the edge, clamping his thighs tight around Binghe's length as he gives a broken moan.
Binghe catches his weight as A-Yuan's knees buckle -- Shizun would have been able to remain standing, probably, but A-Yuan here was not accustomed to this. At all. Binghe ignores the flare of heat that runs through him at this in favour of taking A-Yuan wholely in his arms until not even his toes touch the floor, carrying him over to the bed they have thus far ignored.
This wouldn't have been enough to cure Shizun, Binghe knew this. No, this was just for A-Yuan's pleasure and nothing else. But Binghe was starting to miss his husband, even as he held him here in his arms, so it was time to get to the main course.
Luo Binghe pressed a kiss to A-Yuan's jaw. However, just because they were going to be curing him now, didn't mean he couldn’t make it pleasurable too, no?
They had a long night ahead of them.