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Luo Binghe senses the approach of turbulent spiritual energy long before the knock on the door comes. His scowl deepens; obviously he won't shy away from answering the door while his shizun is off peak, but he doesn't like the nerve of whoever this is- flying straight to Shen Qingqiu's home like they have the right to demand an audience.
He wrenches the door open, expression smoothed into flat professionalism, just in time to catch the white-clad arm that falls, open-palmed and weak, through the doorway. The source of unknown, riotous spiritual energy is leaning heavily on the door frame, eyes closed and chest rising and falling in gasps.
"Liu Qingge?" Luo Binghe says, startled into breaking his mask of politeness. Liu Qingge opens his eyes, lips parted and face dark with a furious flush; his arm hangs, limp, in Luo Binghe's grasp. "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Binghe slides his fingers under the loose circle of white on Liu Qingge's wrist, wrapping around his pulse as he awakens the blood parasites inside him. He'd let them go dormant over the past year, ever since that first explosive coupling; Liu Qingge hadn't evidenced any interest in repeating the experiment, despite Shen Qingqiu's obvious... curiosity. Now, he finds Liu Qingge's body burning hot, flooded with chemicals that are...
Ah.
"You said to come to you," Liu Qingge grits out, not answering the question. Luo Binghe's body goes a little bit hot, warm pleasure rising to his cheeks.
"So you came here?" he says, frowning despite his internal satisfaction. He adjusts his grip to support Liu Qingge's weight. "When were you poisoned?"
"I don't know. I flew," Liu Qingge says vaguely, head lolling to the side to rest against the door frame again. There's a long pause, as he seems to consider the question. "Last night."
"Shishu," Luo Binghe says, stepping closer and placing a cautious hand on Liu Qingge's waist. It's warm, even through his robes; Liu Qingge's lips part on a sharp inhale. "It's midday. You traveled like this?"
"You said-" Liu Qingge says, rolling his head against the doorframe. Possessive warmth rises in Luo Binghe's body. The sharp corner of the wood can't be comfortable.
"Come inside," he says, wrapping his arm around Liu Qingge's waist in preparation to support his weight. When he guides Liu Qingge away from the lintel he stumbles, as expected; Luo Binghe pulls him into his chest, skin prickling all over at the smell of his hair. It's warm and elegant, reminiscent of when they...
Liu Qingge moans as Luo Binghe's hand rubs at his side.
"You came here for us to take care of you?" Luo Binghe says, gently closing the door behind them. "Shizun's not here, though. What do you want to do?"
"You-" Liu Qingge gets out, opening his eyes to look up at Luo Binghe.
The expression on his face is so unfamiliar it freezes Luo Binghe in place. Even when they... assisted Liu Qingge, before, there was always an edge of sharpness to his expression; a wariness, an attempt to hold back. This Liu Qingge is hazy-eyed, so flushed he looks unwell. The red extends all the way down his neck under his robes, and his hands are clinging to Luo Binghe's clothing as if in supplication. His breathing is uneven; his spiritual energy is wildly out of control.
"You need it, don’t you?" Luo Binghe says quietly, pulling Liu Qingge a little more firmly against himself. Liu Qingge shudders, body pressing itself closer as his long eyelashes flutter, face so near to Luo Binghe's. "What do you think? It's just me here. Can you stand to take it without shizun to distract you?"
Liu Qingge's back arches as Luo Binghe's fingers drag up it, pressing his hips forward into Luo Binghe's body; he drops his head to Luo Binghe's shoulder, leaning his temple against Luo Binghe's neck as he pants. Embers of heat flare in Luo Binghe at the press of his hot skin, his uneven breaths.
"Just-" Liu Qingge begins, and Luo Binghe doesn't make him say more; with no further words spoken, he pushes Liu Qingge down onto the daybed.
Liu Qingge didn't go easily the last time; he was so tense, as if every decision had to be heavily weighed- even whether to let Luo Binghe move his arm or leg provoked a visible internal struggle. There's none of that, now. When Luo Binghe guides him to lay on his back he goes down like he can barely manage his own weight; the stroke of Luo Binghe's flat palm along the middle of his chest to his sternum has him already panting, spine arching into Luo Binghe's touch. He's so responsive, staring fixedly at Luo Binghe's hand on him like it's all he can think of. Luo Binghe climbs up onto the bed, straddling Liu Qingge's waist, and Liu Qingge goes very still, his breaths coming even faster. Luo Binghe's next touch provokes a soft whine.
"Since last night," Luo Binghe says thoughtfully, rearranging Liu Qingge's hair on the pillow with precision. "You're not doing well, shishu. There was no one closer?" He lets his hand stroke down the side of Liu Qingge's neck, slow and firm, squeezing at the muscle at the nape. Liu Qingge makes a small, desperate noise, and both his hands grab Luo Binghe's knees where they indent the mattress on either side of Liu Qingge's hips. "Or you were only willing for it to be us?"
"Luo Binghe-" Liu Qingge says, voice tight and breathless. It should be scolding; infuriated; derisive. Instead, it sounds... desperate. Almost pleading. Luo Binghe breathes out a carefully controlled breath, licking his lips.
"Shizun would be so happy to see us getting along," he says, leaning down so that he can feel the heat of Liu Qingge's neck on his face. He slowly exhales, letting his breath trail, hot, along the exposed skin. "Calling my name like that..."
Liu Qingge's spiritual energy really isn't in a good state, so even though Luo Binghe wants to linger- draw it out, chart each reaction like he did the previous times, tease him- he instead drags his hand along Liu Qingge's side and begins undoing his belt. The small tugs of the fabric send Liu Qingge's hips twitching with each pull, tantalizingly jerky and uncontrolled. His fingers dig into Luo Binghe's knees hard enough to leave dents.
“Oh,” Luo Binghe breathes as Liu Qingge’s robes fall to the side, revealing his strong chest. It’s precisely as he remembers: small beauty marks scattered across his tan skin, firm muscles going tight then lax as Luo Binghe’s hands push up his stomach and against his pecs, squeezing their softness testingly. Liu Qingge’s eyes are scrunched up, teeth buried in his own lip; like he’s doing everything he can to control himself, even as his hips rock in tiny circles a few tantalizing inches below Luo Binghe’s thighs. Luo Binghe slides his thumbs across Liu Qingge’s nipples, and Liu Qingge gasps and arches his back into it, mouth falling open to reveal the indents of his teeth in his flushed lip. Luo Binghe wants to lick it.
“Were you like this the whole time?” he asks, unable to resist dipping his head to lick at a nipple as his thumbs continue to circle them. Liu Qingge’s whole body twitches, his hips arching up. His hands jump from Luo Binghe’s knees to his wrists, then slide up his arms to grab at his shoulders, pulling Luo Binghe in towards himself with characteristic belligerence and uncharacteristic weakness. Luo Binghe resists the pull, sitting back to pull his robes off one arm at a time, still playing with Liu Qingge’s nipples one-handed as he does; he’s so overheated, between Liu Qingge’s warmth and his own reaction, that he’s already sweating in them. When he lies back down Liu Qingge gasps at the press of bare skin to bare skin, spreading his legs to grind up against Luo Binghe’s already-hard dick.
Luo Binghe has been a party to more than a few curses, poisons, mysterious pollens, and animal attacks that have required heavenly demon intervention to cure. Liu Qingge was the victim of one of them, those long months ago; but Luo Binghe’s beloved husband, Shen Qingqiu, has been involved in many other cases. Through repeated study and experimentation, the two of them between them have found that there are certain requirements for relieving the effects of each incident: penetration, ejaculation, swallowing of semen; others. Some things can be knocked out with only a single act- some take an entire night, or multiple days. Regardless, it’s usually best to start with something with the highest rate of success.
Liu Qingge, with the way that he’s wantonly rocking his hips up against Luo Binghe, looks like he’ll be open to taking his medicine.
“We’ll do it the same as last time, all right?” Luo Binghe says, slightly breathless, working his pants off; as the waistband finally passes over the fat curve of his ass his dick twitches hard enough that the head escapes the top of his pants, already dripping against the soft fabric of Liu Qingge’s. Luo Binghe kicks off his pants and holds Liu Qingge’s lithe, squirming body down in place so that he can make a little space between them to work his pants off as well.
“Yes, just-” Liu Qingge pants out, voice unfamiliarly breathy. His cock is so hard it looks painful, flushed and wet with precome already beading at the tip. Luo Binghe’s mouth goes wet, looking at it. Liu Qingge loved it when he sucked his cock the last time.
This is time sensitive, though; so he just yanks Liu Qingge’s pants the rest of the way down, revealing miles of smooth hot skin all the way until… they get stuck on his boots. Annoyed, Luo Binghe sits back to carefully remove them, but Liu Qingge makes a helpless, wronged noise at being left untouched, fingers scrabbling at the bedsheets. He’s so needy like this.
A fat drop of precome rolls down Luo Binghe’s dick.
“Shh, I hear you,” Luo Binghe murmurs, managing to remove one boot and the rest of the pant leg. He doesn’t bother with undoing the other one- just moves back up Liu Qingge’s body, covering him with his own, whispering in a voice that sounds just as husky. “You need it now, is that right? You can’t wait?” He pops open the small jar of oil one-handed as Liu Qingge clutches at his back, hips rocking up with quiet desperation to press his hot cock against Luo Binghe’s abs. Luo Binghe can feel it pulsing, throbbing with his arousal; Liu Qingge’s fingers are digging into the muscles of his back, short nails leaving tracks as if his grip will be enough to force Luo Binghe inside himself.
“I-” Liu Qingge says, head falling back to the sheets and chin lifting up with the tilt of his hips. “I need-”
“I know,” Luo Binghe says, Liu Qingge’s impatience infecting him; his whole body is tingling with a matching need. He slides his wet hand between Liu Qingge’s legs, not touching his cock and just reaching back behind his balls until he can press at-
“Ah!” Liu Qingge moans- moans- as Luo Binghe’s fingers rub the oil onto his opening. Yes- this is definitely one of the curses that needs to be cured by doing it here. “Nn- ah,” and his thighs spread apart until Luo Binghe can angle his fingers just right amidst all the clenching of muscle and shifting of warm skin. Luo Binghe pours more oil on his hand and rubs his cock wet, then returns to Liu Qingge’s hole, which is already twitching for him, soft and welcoming. He’s ready.
“Hold onto me,” Luo Binghe directs, bracing his weight with one hand as he uses the other to position himself at Liu Qingge’s entrance. Liu Qingge’s arms wrap tight enough around his back that there’s no hope of seeing what he’s doing; but luckily he’s experienced enough to simply feed Liu Qingge his cock at just the right angle to make him open up.
It slides in halfway in one smooth motion.
Liu Qingge’s whole body arches under Luo Binghe, a shockingly loud moan escaping his lips as he trembles all around Luo Binghe’s thick cock. He’s tight, but nothing like he was the first times they did this; it’s almost easy for Luo Binghe to rock in and out, Liu Qingge’s body desperate for it. Welcoming it. Luo Binghe watches his face as he begins to drive into him.
“That’s right,” he pants as Liu Qingge’s brows go high and loose, his legs falling fully to the sides to make room for the firm movements of Luo Binghe’s waist. “This is what you needed, right?”
“Harder,” Liu Qingge demands breathlessly, even as every stroke fucks little pornographic noises out of him. He gasps, high-pitched and erotic, as Luo Binghe grabs his cock, playing with the heated round head of it; his ass goes tight and trembling around Luo Binghe. The best strategy for a cure is to finish at the same time, so Luo Binghe doesn’t hold back, eyes hungrily tracing the lines of Liu Qingge’s throat, his collarbone, his beautiful face as he rocks into that exquisite heat. Liu Qingge’s stunning looks are the only part of his tight-laced shishu that he’s been able to see in the eternally long year since he and Shen Qingqiu got to watch him come apart in their hands. It should be more normalized, less interesting than the flexing of his sculpted muscles- but Luo Binghe can’t take his eyes off Liu Qingge’s face. Liu Qingge’s long eyelashes tremble right over that tantalizing beauty mark on his cheekbone, his wet mouth parted on helplessly wanton moans as Luo Binghe fucks him, and fucks him, and fucks him-
“I’m-!” Liu Qingge gasps, cock twitching and jerking between them, and Luo Binghe comes so hard he rips a chunk out of the mattress with his bare hand.