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Liu Qingge had really not thought today would be the day he finally bothered to ask Luo Binghe for help, but he chooses not to think about it as he crashes through the wall of the palace belonging to the one person in the demon realm he knows won’t immediately make use of his weakened state to eliminate him. Even if it’s just for the simple fact that Shen Qingqiu’s friendship would hold his demon husband back from trying anything too permanent.
“Liu-Shishu, I have a door.” Luo Binghe is lounging on his throne.
A court of mismatched demons, some with their weapons drawn as if they’re apparently halfway into a row, are spread through the hall, but Liu Qingge ignores them and instead climbs the stairs to the dais where Luo Binghe is situated. “Need your help, and a room now.”
“How forward.” Luo Binghe is smirking, a lazy wave of his hand sparking ire in Liu Qingge’s chest.
Luo Binghe’s calm lounging is too casual for his liking, and for the flames licking at his bones, so he crosses the space between them until they’re face to face, hand in Luo Binghe’s robes. “Now.”
Luo Binghe’s jaw settles and he stands, eyes intense as he pulls Liu Qingge close, and doesn’t hesitate to sweep Liu Qingge out of the room. One of his arms squeezes Liu Qingge close and Liu Qingge fights the need to buck against Luo Binghe’s warm body. Instead, he keeps his hand in Luo Binghe’s robes until they arrive at their destination. There’s a barely made bed in front of him and Liu Qingge crawls onto it.
Ignoring the pulsing ache he feels, he tries to coolly loosen his sash. Liu Qingge feels somewhat uncertain about what to do. He glides his fingers over the fabric around him, breathing deeply and trying to pretend his cock isn’t absolutely throbbing. He almost slides open his robes when he hears a small noise and with a horrified start realises that Luo Binghe is still in the room, standing not far from him and looking intently at him as if Liu Qingge is fascinating to him.
“So, Shishu is finally admitting that this demon is good enough for him.”
Liu Qingge glares at him like he’s ready to draw his sword. “What now?”
“Being like this,” Luo Binghe looks him up and down, “Liu-Shishu asks for this Shizhi’s help.”
Horror dawns on Liu Qingge’s face as he realises what he looks like, shamelessly splayed on Luo Binghe’s bed, already flushed and panting. “I did not mean it like that! I only want the room!” Liu Qingge hears the slight strain of terror in his own voice.
“Shishu, you cannot mean that you will try to deal with the pollen on your own. Are you awaiting someone else’s aid? Does this look like an inn to you?” Luo Binghe speaks like a petulant child.
The burning feeling only intensifies by the second. “I’d rather sleep on a rock, don’t waste your breath mocking me, I hate this as much as you do. So, if you don’t want to see me naked, I recommend you leave right now.”
Luo Binghe looks like he’s processing for a long moment and Liu Qingge feels his face burn because he’s not moving and he’s way too aware of the cold air on his bare skin.
It’s like Luo Binghe senses his thoughts because he watches how his flush moves down his skin, eyes lingering. Liu Qingge is twisting his hands into the sheets, trying hard not to palm himself in front of Luo Binghe, almost missing that Luo Binghe said anything at all when he speaks. “What?”
“What if this Shizhi does want to?” Liu Qingge ignores how the youthful cadence of the words twists his stomach with heat. Luo Binghe sounds tempted. “Would Shishu let him? Watch, I mean.”
Liu Qingge gapes stupidly like a fish, raking his brain for possibilities. “Shen Qingqiu-”
Luo Binghe ignores his gasp and kneels down between his knees. Just watching him this up close makes Liu Qingge’s heart flutter. “Do not worry about Shizun, Shishu- you’re leaking.”
Liu Qingge sputters, he wants to fight his blush and send him out, but he just can’t bring himself to say the words.
Yet, wouldn’t it be over faster with Luo Binghe’s help?
There’s something too tempting with the offer, watching the demon lord on his knees before him, so Liu Qingge only looks down in silent acceptance and slips his hand down beneath his waistband. If Luo Binghe is about to come to his senses it would be now, as Liu Qingge obscenely touches himself beneath the fabric. He’s unsure if he’s too far gone to make any rational decision, or if it has finally broken for him, this silly little crush on the demon.
He doesn’t quite know what to do as he palms himself, eyelashes fluttering at the borderline pain pulsing through his cock. The jolts make it feel wrong to wrap himself in his fist and just tug until it’s over like he usually does, it feels too revealing to do it in that self-punishing way in front of Luo Binghe, like he would know that Liu Qingge does it because he knows he shouldn’t be thinking of him.
So for the first time in his life, Liu Qingge slowly rubs his palm down the sensitive underside of his cock, not fighting himself, but slowly trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch, what feels good. So that he could, he doesn’t know? Impress Luo Binghe? Show him that he can do this? Entice him?
He doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, and he just feels helpless when it’s all too sensitive. He undresses slowly, hoping it doesn’t look odd. Awkwardly pushing off his own trousers, he tries to find what he’s supposed to do in revealing more skin, brushing his fingers over what is slowly revealed as he palms his cock uselessly.
A brief slide of a hand over his nipple makes something move inside him. Like a jolt to his cock and he does it again, moaning slightly as Luo Binghe watches him. He doesn’t know if he’s doing this right or if this is how he’s supposed to be doing this.
For a moment he wonders if it's wrong, with how intensely Luo Binghe is watching him, maybe he looks weird. He stops for a moment, his trousers at his ankles and his robes around his elbows, the hand falling from his nipple. Tears almost well up in his eyes helplessly, but instead of mocking him, Luo Binghe rises and moves towards him and Liu Qingge sits in still silence.
Luo Binghe kneels between his legs and leans over him, peeling off his pants and sitting above him.
He would’ve thought the pollen would be more in effect by now, but he feels no stark difference between how it usually is when Luo Binghe pins him down and now, when Luo Binghe is clenching his fist in the fabric of Liu Qingge’s discarded trousers, thumbing a wet spot and staring down at him with something Liu Qingge can’t call animosity.
The only true difference he feels is how his body so easily blooms open when Luo Binghe brushes his hand across his shoulder and down to his nipple. It just makes him melt to the point where he can barely move when Luo Binghe presses a thumb to one of his nipples and kisses down the other side of his neck and shoulder, long hair curtaining them as the dry friction spiders out from his touch.
It’s not even real kisses, just presses of his lips against Liu Qingge’s skin. Luo Binghe trails down his pectoral muscle and presses his lips to Liu Qingge’s darkened nipple. The accompanying warmth jolts through him. Liu Qingge can barely move, just whine, pushing up against Luo Binghe. He tries to curl away from Luo Binghe’s lips when he realises what he’s doing, how desperate he’s acting, awaiting the blow of Luo Binghe finally moving away from him.
Instead, Luo Binghe opens his mouth and presses a wet kiss to Liu Qingge’s nipple.
Liu Qingge whines and presses up into it. He lies half-splayed on the bed with one thumb against his nipple and the other sliding up his back to press him close by the shoulder blade as his robe hangs down his arm. Liu Qingge almost feels like a decadent concubine and in his current state, he lets himself enjoy how such a fantasy makes him feel. Luo Binghe’s imperial presence used on him, but only to bring him here, the domineering aura making him unable to resist this pleasure rising from the gentle touches against his chest.
Luo Binghe presses his thumb against his back as he laves his tongue over Liu Qingge’s nipple and Liu Qingge bucks his hips, feeling the embroidered robes Luo Binghe wears against his cock. Liu Qingge slides a hand up between the layers of that robe, chasing the feel of skin and pouting when he only finds more silk.
Luo Binghe chuckles low as Liu Qingge tugs on his robes in frustration and pushes him down, Liu Qingge’s back against the bed as he watches Luo Binghe pull his own robes open and spreading them, letting them fall until he’s only left in that inner, teasing layer of red silk. He’s glorious to look at, eyes red as he looks down at Liu Qingge, his heavy robes falling to the floor behind him as he leans down over him.
Pressing a flat tongue against his sternum, Luo Binghe looks at him and gives his chest one last nip, the graze of teeth maddening as Luo Binghe just breathes across Liu Qingge’s wettened skin, moving slowly down his body, but not touching even when Liu Qingge tries to arch up into him, begging for more. Luo Binghe only stops teasing by pressing his lips to Liu Qingge’s abs, so near to where Liu Qingge wants him.
Pulling at his hair, Liu Qingge sobs at the intensity that just Luo Binghe causes by touching his skin, yet the sound prompts something different in Luo Binghe who frantically pulls back, hovering just over him.
Liu Qingge makes a sound like an animal wounded the moment Luo Binghe stops, mouth so close to his cock, but Luo Binghe sits back, something hesitant in his gaze. He looks almost worried as if it’s not Liu Qingge’s cock that’s about to fall off. “You could wait until Shizun comes, he would gladly help Liu-Shishu-”
“Luo Binghe, I will fight you-”
Luo Binghe allows Liu Qingge to grab him and dutifully swallows as Liu Qingge presses his perfect lips against his sorely neglected cock, gasping in relief.
Liu Qingge spreads his legs further, begging for Luo Binghe to keep touching him.
“Let me-” Luo Binghe is ruffled up, the powerful demon lord looking positively domestic, and tamed and Liu Qingge can’t help but admire the handsome flush in his cheek. “Let me get the oil-”
“Oil?” Liu Qingge sits up, ruffled.
“You do not think anyone takes me bare? Of course, we have oil.”
He doesn’t move far, only reaching over to the small shelf beside the bed and pulling down a little bottle with a beautiful green leaf pattern, spreading the contents over his hands to warm it.
Liu Qingge can feel his face warming even more than he thought possible. “Just get on with it-”
Luo Binghe’s skilled hand encircles his cock, running up and down, Liu Qingge presses his knee against Luo Binghe’s chest in some kind of token resistance. It’s impossible not to get impatient when he feels Luo Binghe’s heavy cock brush against him. The heat of it through fabric still smears the back of his thigh.
Liu Qingge can’t help himself, every filthy image he’s seen beckons him as he takes Luo Binghe’s slick hand and pulls it down between his legs, rocking against it. And Luo Binghe doesn’t need prompting, biting into his lips as he angles his hand so with every attempted rock of his hip Liu Qingge takes the tips of his fingers.
He tilts his hips, trying to get him to do anything else and Luo Binghe leans back and sucks in a deep breath, watching Liu Qingge’s now wet-slicked hole fluttering around his fingertips.
And then he just keeps watching. Liu Qingge lies spread on the bed, his barely-found confidence slipping fast out of him as he gets no response.
“If you’re just going to watch, get out,” Liu Qingge clamps his legs shut.
“And what? Let you go find someone else to help you?” Luo Binghe closes a dangerous hand around his thigh, demonic claws revealing themselves and scraping Liu Qingge’s skin, forcing his thighs open.
Heat returning to him Liu Qingge decides to wager and spits out: “If I did?”
Luo Binghe almost growls, “If you did, I would assure you that no demon could fuck you like I could.” He drips the rest of the wet oil over Liu Qingge’s exposed hole, a finger circling it around where Liu Qingge needs him to warm it against his skin.
“You’re confident in yourself. Shang-Shidi has talked a lot about his demon.”
“Do you want an icicle up your ass?” Luo Binghe abruptly stops warming up the oil, sliding a finger right in. The coolness of it sends a jolt up Liu Qingge’s spine. “Because I can assure you, otherwise there is nothing he can offer that I can’t give you.”
“Except for a cock apparently, are you going to fuck me?”
“Don’t be impatient.”
“You’re not that big.”
Liu Qingge ignores the gasp that leaves him and the exhilarating feeling of danger filling his stomach as Luo Binghe grinds against him, his cock is heavy like a weapon. “If Shishu insists.” He uses one hand to slide the last of his robes open, splitting the silk to reveal his glorious body, the tanned skin leaving a trail to where he pulls down his waistband. Liu Qingge tracks inch by inch of the trail of hair down from his navel before laying eyes on the base of his cock. He watches as it’s laid bare and Luo Binghe rests it against the back of his thigh, allowing Liu Qingge to feel the entire length.
Luo Binghe slides the wet oil on his hand over his cock and Liu Qingge feels wet heat fill his stomach at the slick sound. It feels like an eternity, yet Liu Qingge’s thoughts have barely gotten past the sheer size of it when Luo Binghe guides the tip against his hole, letting him feel it brush the innermost parts of his thigh.
Liu Qingge barely has the presence of mind to grip onto Luo Binghe’s shoulders and writhe as Luo Binghe fills him.
Every movement feels like it’s setting his nerves aflame and he feels so overwhelmingly full, but Luo Binghe keeps going, soothingly rubbing his side as he feeds more and more of his cock into Liu Qingge and Liu Qingge believes that he might never be able to think of anything else ever again.
He tries to calm his breathing, but Luo Binghe is so unbelievable inside him. Liu Qingge never wants anything but this and he suddenly feels extremely bereft at the thought of losing it. Tears prickle in his eyes because it can’t move any further in and he can only whine as Luo Binghe tries to move out as if he’s abandoning him, but Luo Binghe clearly wants to move so Liu Qingge tries to be good for him, but every instinct inside of his body screams to hold Luo Binghe close, to not let Luo Binghe abandon him.
Willing himself to let Luo Binghe move, he finds out that he simply can’t. Luo Binghe’s hands soothingly rubbing him for a moment feels too much like he’s trying to pull away, to pull out. Instead, he claws at his back and feels too embarrassed to even turn to him when Luo Binghe gently tries to tilt his face.
It wouldn’t go further and Liu Qingge almost sobs, because Luo Binghe is here and Luo Binghe is inside of him and Liu Qingge can’t even take him properly. He had finally gotten to touch Luo Binghe and he had even failed at being good enough to take him, and now Luo Binghe wants to leave him.
He doesn’t even know when the tears start falling, but Luo Binghe wipes them away, rubbing soothing circles on his stomach with his other hand.
“Shhh, Liu-Shushu, it’s fine, you’re doing so well.”
Liu Qingge tries to breathe in through the hitching in his breaths, trying to stop quivering.
“We can stop if you don’t want it, shhh- I’m sorry- we’ll find a way to solve this-”
Luo Binghe’s gentleness is painfully sharp. Liu Qingge tries to protest, but he can only shake his head. It’s like his words can’t form and he can’t do anything but dig his nails into Luo Binghe’s hands where they hold him, begging silently.
“Oh Shishu-” Luo Binghe looks down at Liu Qingge’s tense abs, feeling the almost painful vice he’s holding him in. He stops trying to pull out, only leaning back enough to free one hand and gently stroke over Liu Qingge, warm hand massaging him. “It's fine, look-” he makes Liu Qingge face him, look him in the eye. “I won’t leave you.”
Liu Qingge hopelessly bucks his hips towards him, tears in his eyes.
“Breathe for me, a little more,” Luo Binghe presses his hips steadily against Liu Qingge even if his cock doesn’t move, just rubbing calming circles against Liu Qingge’s skin until he manages to breathe deeply again, willing his muscles to relax. He feels triumphant through his tears watching Luo Binghe slide just a bit deeper and Luo Binghe makes him tilt his hips so he can see how Luo Binghe’s cock slowly disappears into him, his hole stretched red and wide open to take him. “You’re working so hard, so good for me, ah-” Luo Binghe presses a bit harder, just so Liu Qingge can see how well his hole is straining to take him, how well he’s doing.
His own cock is leaking and Liu Qingge feels almost too grateful as Luo Binghe covers it with a wide hand as if saying focus on me because Liu Qingge takes him. Takes him all the way to the hilt finally, and tears of relief fill his eyes. The view of Luo Binghe’s body flush against him, the feel of skin against skin and the visual reminder that they can’t be closer, that Liu Qingge did a good job, feels so good to him.
“See? You took me all the way in again, so good.” Luo Binghe brushes his hair away from his face and helps him look down at the slight raise of Luo Binghe’s cock inside him.
“Relax, you’re doing so well,” Luo Binghe rubs his lip as he slides out, letting Liu Qingge’s quivering muscles slowly loosen again.
“You take me so well,” Luo Binghe leans down and presses a kiss to his lips. “I love that you won’t let go of me. You’re so beautiful when you want to hold me there, but you have to relax for me, Shishu,” Liu Qingge whimpers and Luo Binghe chuckles, sucking a deep bruise into his skin. “I promise I’ll let you have it for as long as you want when you are healed again. You’ll never be empty again, so just relax and let me help you.” He murmurs the last words against Liu Qingge’s lips, pressing a deep kiss to them and Liu Qingge lets himself relax into Luo Binghe’s arms, feeling one of his hands gripping hard onto Liu Qingge’s waist as he slides out a bit and pushes all the way in. “Trust me, Shishu.”
Something calms within him as he lets Luo Binghe take, a haze filling his mind as Luo Binghe never rocks far enough out to leave him, just steadily brushing over his prostate, the rim of his hole pleasantly stretching around Luo Binghe.
He lets Luo Binghe sweep him along, pressing kisses down his neck to lick and thumb at his nipples, jolting his weeping cock as Luo Binghe takes the space within him time and time again. Liu Qingge pulls Luo Binghe up to him again, clawing at his upper back as Luo Binghe rolls his hips deeply into him and holds his face against his neck, letting Luo Binghe claim and mark him.
Luo Binghe thrusts hard into him, gripping his hips too tight like he thinks he will have to wrestle Liu Qingge back onto his cock, but Liu Qingge can’t do anything but weakly meet his every thrust, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close. He can’t even care if it’s too shameless, instead, he leans up and presses a kiss to Luo Binghe’s lips, swallowing his surprised gasp.
Luo Binghe looks at his lips with such starry eyes that Liu Qingge can’t help but demand more kisses, again and again, gasping as Luo Binghe shifts, a hand on the small of his back forcing him to arch so Luo Binghe’s cock presses against everything inside him. The pressure draws him closer to the edge when he wraps his legs around Luo Binghe’s hips to keep him there and he fucking whimpers, pushing Liu Qingge’s hips up and bending him in half hitting something so deep inside of him that Liu Qingge whites out.
He chases, blissed out and half gone, the groans that follow as Luo Binghe chases his high in his body, every thrust of his cock sending shocks through Liu Qingge’s body making him shake and wringing drops of come from the tip of his cock. Every part of him feels useless to the presence of Luo Binghe inside of him, grinding as if he could be any deeper, as if there was nothing on his mind than getting deeper inside Liu Qingge, consuming him.
Luo Binghe fills all the space around him, kissing Liu Qingge hard as he comes, desperately holding him closer as if Liu Qingge would ever willingly move away from him, holding Liu Qingge as if he wants to make sure the only thing Liu Qingge breathes is him. And all Liu Qingge can do is slide an arm down Luo Binghe's back to grip his ass pulling Luo Binghe into him until Luo Binghe is spent, his battering of Liu Qingge’s body slowing down.
Liu Qingge feels wrung out as Luo Binghe rolls his hips gently into him, revelling in the wet slide of his half-hard cock in Liu Qingge’s battered hole. Luo Binghe nips at his mouth and pulls back to watch the blissed-out expression on Liu Qingge’s face as if it more than pleases him, and Liu Qingge is too boneless to really care for much except how Luo Binghe leans down to lick a wet stripe over his nipple again, grazing it with his teeth and enjoying how Liu Qingge weakly clenches around him now.
Luo Binghe pulls out of him teasingly slowly and Liu Qingge can feel his hole fight to close around it. He sits up to reach for something and Liu Qingge suddenly feels a bit more real. A slight sting of betrayal fills him as his hole feels achingly empty without Luo Binghe, but Liu Qingge is conscious enough to grumble and pull his legs closed as he feels Luo Binghe’s come drip out of him.
Luo Binghe turns around and almost looks stung at Liu Qingge’s cold posture.
“I suppose my performance was satisfactory?”
Liu Qingge glares at him. “Not funny.”
“I did say I wanted to be good enough for Shishu.”
“But you didn’t mean it like that.”
Luo Binghe pulls out a cloth from beside the bed and looks at him incredulously. “Shishu, since when do I offer my bed and my husband to someone I don’t want to court? Since when do I offer my cock like some personal whore?”
Husband. Oh shit, he just slept with Shen Qingqiu’s husband. He scrambles to grab for his robes in the sheets around him, but Luo Binghe glares at him and presses him flat against the bed toying with Liu Qingge’s dripping hole. “Husband? Shishu, the only trouble with my husband will be that he didn’t get to watch us fuck, so you can either leave this bed and anger him. Or you can stay in this bed and show him what we did when he comes back.”