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The crown prince, Su Binghe, is said to have had a charmed life. He’s beloved by his doting parents, the people of the nation like him, he’s smart, charismatic, and gorgeous, but there was one stain on his life, and that was the decorated war general, Liu Qingge. Sure, Liu Qingge was also handsome, and accomplished from a good family, and despite his rather gruff nature he was loyal to a fault. So why was the general who had such winsome qualities also the bane of Binghe’s existence? Because that man was the rival for the heart of his imperial teacher, Shen Yuan.
Binghe could remember when he first met the beautiful, scholarly man who became his teacher. He was ten years old at the time, and had been playing with a ball his cousin gifted him when he came back from a diplomatic mission.
The ball had rolled into the pond, and Binghe had dived in for it. As he swam up, his foot got tangled in some plants, and he couldn’t free himself. Then he heard the faint sound of a splash and the vision of a blurry figure swimming towards him before he lost consciousness.
When he came to, his vision was filled with green. Soft green eyes brimming with concern, and verdant elegant robes befitting of his beautiful savior that was soaked and clinging to his lithe frame. “Are you alright?” the scholarly man asked, his voice soft and clear as a bell.
Su Binghe wasn’t sure why his heart raced or his face felt hot. “Yes, who are you, gege?” he asked as a pink flush appeared on the mysterious man’s face.
“This one is Shen Yuan, I’m to be the imperial tutor for the crown prince. Would you happen to know where the throne room is so I may greet the emperor and empress properly?”
Su Binghe nodded, and led Shen Yuan, his shizun, to the throne room. Originally Shen Jiu, Shen Yuan’s older brother was to be the imperial tutor, but after speaking with the imperial couple, they felt him being their strategist would be a better fit.
Shen Yuan was always animated during his lessons with Binghe, and the little prince hung on every word, and looked at the young man like he hung the moon. It was during one of their lessons, at an age where many young men experience certain…urges, that Binghe truly noticed Shen Yuan in a different light. The way his glasses perfectly framed those lush green eyes, the way his nose crinkled when he laughed, and the small beauty mark behind his right ear that he only noticed when Shen Yuan would tuck his hair back.
Su Binghe made the promise that once he reached the age of majority, he would take Shen Yuan as his husband, and who on earth could prevent that?
Liu Qingge, that’s who. He had come in like a hurricane from the prominent Liu family, rising up the military ranks, and becoming the hero of a faithful battle that turned the tides of their squirmish with Huan Hua Kingdom. Whenever he visited the palace, he would seek out Binghe’s shizun either with a fan he left behind at a palace meeting, a pelt from a beast he hunted or even one time a live boar.
It irritated Su Binghe to no end that this brutish pretty boy thought HE could possibly provide happiness for his shizun. Well, not as long as Binghe was alive and breathing he wouldn’t. Binghe began to form a plan.
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“Liu Qingge, I challenge you to a duel.” Su Binghe said on his fourteenth birthday, pointing his practice sword at the young general who was walking way too close to his shizun for Binghe’s liking.
Liu Qingge looked at Su Binghe with a raised eyebrow, “You’re just a kid, and the crown prince at that, I’m not fighting you.”
“I didn’t realize the man known as the war god would be so scared to fight a so-called kid.” Binghe replied back, seeing the general tense at that taunt.
“Now Liu-xiong, go easy on him. He’s still learning. Good luck, Binghe!” Shen Yuan said as Liu Qingge turned on his heels and headed towards Luo Binghe, grabbing a practice sword from the nearby training ring before launching himself at the young prince.
Su Binghe was confident in his skills with a sword, he was at the top of his class amongst the other noble born sons, but he soon found himself laid out on the ground, his dark eyes glaring up into those clear, gray ones of the war god who had him pinned to the ground. Binghe was so angry that his stomach was in knots and his face was flushed.
“You have a long way to go, kid, but keep at it,” Liu Qingge said gruffly before walking away with Shen Yuan.
Oh, that really got Binghe’s proverbial hackles up. Who does he think he was calling the CROWN PRINCE kid? Just because he's pretty strong, from a prominent family, and a war hero he can be condescending to him? Oh, he would show Liu Qingge who the superior man was, but he could woo his shizun with his martial prowess.
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Thus began a rather unusual routine of sorts. Binghe would challenge Liu Qingge to a duel, they would spar, and it would end with Binghe on his back. Shen Yuan always watched, his expression hidden behind his fan though his eyes sparkled with mirth whenever he spectated the war hero and crown prince. Binghe would then begin to bring food over to Shen Yuan so that he had snacks when he observed, and if he happened to make extra then his rival could have some. After all, his rival needed to be top form, and what better way for that than through Binghe’s cooking.
“Isn’t Binghe’s cooking amazing, Liu-xiong?” Shen Yuan asked as he took a bite of the pork bun Binghe brought today. Binghe blushed at the praise that his shizun lavished on him, and looked over to rub that praise in Liu Qingge’s face when he felt his heart stop.
Liu Qingge had taken a bite out of one of the osmanthus cakes that Binghe brought, and his eyes sparkled, and a soft pink blush painted his cheekbones. Who knew the war god could look so cute? Binghe turned to eating his share, not daring to look back at the war god and his rather enchanting face.
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“Binghe!” The familiar voice of Shen Yuan called out in a breathy tone, his vibrant eyes staring down at him as he rode Binghe’s pillar. Binghe’s hands gripped onto those slender hips as he met each thrust with his own. Every night he dreamed of all the ways he would bed and pleasure his shizun, and it seemed like tonight would be another wonderful dream until something different happened.
As he sat up to have his shizun in his lap, he began to feel kisses to trail down the back of his neck as fingers traced down his spine. “Binghe has been so good to this master, I think he deserves a reward, wouldn’t you agree, Liu-xiong,” Shen Yuan said in a breathy tone, looking over Binghe’s shoulder.
“Mm.” Liu Qingge responded, his attention focused solely on Binghe as his fingers, which felt covered in oil, began to trace Binghe’s entrance before sliding inside him.
Binghe woke up with a gasp, his heart racing wildly in his chest, and his pillar harder than it had ever been in his life. His skin covered in sweat as the images of his beautiful shizun and that annoying yet pretty general with their hands on him would not leave his mind. He found himself up until dawn with a sore wrist and his cum splashed on his stomach.
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Su Binghe’s spars against the war general took on a more ferocious nature after that dream. He’d deny that it was a way to not only impress his shizun with his martial prowess, but to also feel the fleeting touches from the war hero who had slowly become a regular part of his dreams. It was all deeply confusing so he sought out his cousin, General Zhuzhi Lang for advice.
“Zhu-ge, what does it mean when you like more than one person?” Su Binghe asked one day, leaning on the railing of the balcony while Zhuzhi Lang was working on the massive amount of paperwork Tianglang Jun, the emperor, passed down on to him. Zhuzhi Lang paused, and looked over at Binghe who was giving him an earnest, innocent look.
“Whatever do you mean?” Zhuzhi Lang asked, his tone cautious, feeling very much out of his depth to answer the young prince.
“I have a friend who has been besotted with someone for a long time to where they want to propose to their beloved, but lately, their rival has also caught their attention and they want him as well as their initial love. What should my friend do?” Binghe asked, glancing over at Zhuzhi Lang.
“With all do respect your highness, I’m not very well versed in matters of the heart, but you will be the emperor so having multiple concubines as well as an official consort so I don’t see what your struggle is,” Zhuzhi Lang said before turning back to his paperwork.
Su Binghe chewed on his lip. He didn’t want one to be above the other, he wanted them both equally. After pacing and thinking until he practically wore a hole in the ground, he thought of an idea.
“That’s it! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it sooner!” Binghe exclaimed in his room, going over to his desk to draw up his plans to woo the two beauties that had been the stars of his spring dreams.
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Liu Qingge made his way to the prince’s courtyard. Lately, as the prince had grown, Liu Qingge grew to respect his martial prowess as it grew with each spar they had, it felt electric to fight the prince. What thrilled him more was the noble Shen Yuan, his long-time love who he had been trying to court for years, but the other man seemed oblivious to his attempts.
The very sight of the scholarly man in green in the courtyard lit by the red lanterns for the prince’s coming of age ceremony was enough to take anyone’s breath away. Shen Yuan looked over, and gave him a warm smile, the kind that always made Liu Qingge’s heart race. As he approached Shen Yuan to offer a greeting, he heard a deep, velvet voice pierce the calm of the courtyard.
“General Liu, Shizun, I’m so happy you two could come. The night has been perfect, but there is only one thing that can really make it perfect,” Binghe said, looking every bit regal and beautiful in his imperial regalia of black and red. Liu Qingge was unsure when the prince turned from a scrawny whelp still wet behind his ears to the handsome man who would soon be ready to step into his father’s shoes.
Liu Qingge didn’t miss Shen Yuan’s gaze that would trail after the prince over the last two years as Binghe came into his own. It irritated Liu Qingge which ended up blending into their spars together. It left Liu Qingge feeling both satisfied yet aching for more, like those violent brushes against each other was not enough.
“General Liu, on this, the night of my coming of age, I wish to duel you once more, and this time the victor will ask a favor of the defeated,” Luo Binghe said cooly, drawing his sword, Zheng Yang.
Liu Qingge drew Cheng Luan, and they began to clash. Over the years they began their familiar dance which usually ended up with the prince trounced on his back with Liu Qingge, but tonight something different happened. Su Binghe gracefully dodged his attack when he lunged at him, and before Liu Qingge knew it, he was on his back with the prince smirking above him.
“It looks like I won at last,” Binghe said, his fingers trailing down Liu Qingge’s cheek before tilting his head up, “and I know just what I want from you.” Before Liu Qingge could respond, he felt a pair of soft, warm lips on his. The crown prince of the empire was kissing HIM. Liu Qingge was unsure how to respond before those warm lips pulled away, and he found himself staring into Binghe’s eyes.
“What I want is for you to be my consort,” Binghe said and glanced up at Shen Yuan who’s green eyes were blown wide. A flush on his cheeks at the sight before he was startled by his eyes met Binghe’s, “I want both of you to be my consorts. Shizun, I’ve loved you since I was a young boy, and General Liu, the more we fought, and spent time together, my feelings of rivalry turned into something more. I do not wish to force either of you into this arrangement, but I hope you will consider.”
Suddenly the past few years were beginning to make sense. The constant challenges, the glares, and then the meals they shared, Liu Qingge might not have been the most observant man outside of the battlefield, but he grew flush as the realization hit him. He looked over at Shen Yuan who seemed to be in a similar state as himself.
“B-Binghe, I mean I always thought you had feelings for Liu-xiong with you showing how strong you’ve been getting over the years, and bringing meals after, but I’m confused. I’m just a scholar, not some peerless beauty like Liu-xiong.”
Both Su Binghe and Liu Qingge looked at him in shock at that moment.
“Shizun, not only are you beautiful, but you’re intelligent, kind, and compassionate,” Binghe said. He was helpedLiu Qingge who spoke up as well.
“You’re strong, warm, and always there for those you care about, it’s no wonder the prince fell in love with you…why I also fell in love with you,” Liu Qingge said, shocked by his own admission as a silence fell over the three men.
Su Binghe’s heart thundered in his chest at this turn of events. Perhaps his dream of both men as his consorts is not so impossible. “If this one may ask, I want to ask for both of your hands if that is what you two would want.”
The beat of silence made Binghe nervous, wondering if he misstepped, until his shizun’s arms pulled both him and Liu Qingge into his embrace, both the war general and prince melting into the arms of the beautiful scholar.
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Su Binghe felt like the luckiest man in the empire as his back hit the bed, and Shen Yuan and Liu Qingge crawled after him.
“Now Liu-xiong, as two faithful servants to the empire, surely we should service our prince,” Shen Yuan said in a teasing tone, his fan closed and tilting Binghe’s head up to look into his eyes before glancing over at the general who was removing his robes already.
Su Binghe felt his pants grow tighter and found it hard to focus on the beauty of the exposed skin of Liu Qingge or the teasing lilt of his shizun’s voice.
“Perhaps before we attend to our prince, we should give him a good show,” Shen Yuan said, pulling Liu Qingge close to him, and placing his lips onto the general’s.
Liu Qingge froze for a moment, before melting into the embrace and kissing back, entangling his fingers in the scholar’s hair while the prince watched with rapt attention.
To see both the men he was longing for entangled like this did things to the young prince, he let out a whimper as Shen Yuan pulled away Liu Qingge looked at him with a dazed look in his eyes.
“You both look so lovely, please,” Binghe said breathlessly as Shen Yuan placed a deep kiss on Binghe’s lips while Liu Qingge’s teeth scraped against the skin of his throat, leaving marks along the way as their hands made quick work of his robes.
“A-Yuan, do you have any oil?” Liu Qingge asked. “I think our prince needs to be prepared for the both of us.”
“Here we go,” Shen Yuan as before diving back in to kiss Binghe, handing a vial of oil over to Liu Qingge while Shen Yuan’s hand was behind him, slowly opening himself up. “I never thought I would be with you like this Binghe, I thought it would be a fantasy. Now to be with my two favorite people is a gift.”
Binghe preened when he heard himself described as a gift. He was used to the empty words of flattery from his court, but to hear it from one of the men he loves while the other’s oil-slicked fingers slid inside him, it was almost too much for him.
Shen Yuan continued to prepare himself as his kisses began to trail down Binghe’s body, words of filthy praise spilling from his lips. “You’re so beautiful like this, being pleasured by Liu-xiong and taking everything the both of us can give you.”
Binghe moaned as those sinful lips wrapped around his cock as Liu Qingge’s fingers hit a spot inside him that made him see stars and melt against the general. Liu Qingge continued to prepare the prince, placing kisses along his neck and shoulders while he watched Shen Yuan take the prince into his mouth. His cock twitched at the sight, and made a note for them to explore that more on their wedding night, but right now the two of them wished to pleasure their prince for his coming of age. Once he saw Shen Yuan pull away and straddle Binghe, Liu Qingge took that as his signal to oil his own cock up and lined it up to the prince’s entrance.
Binghe gasped as he watched his Shizun slowly sink down on his cock while Liu Qingge slipped inside Binghe. He was overwhelmed with the pleasure washing over his body as they moved in tandem together. The room filled with moans and gasps amongst the slapping of skin.
“S-shizun, Qingge, I’m..” Binghe whimpered, moving against both of them as they kissed over every inch of his skin they both could reach.
“Such a good boy Binghe, won’t you come for Qingge and I,” Shen Yuan gasped out, the particular roll of his hips causing Binghe’s cock to hit that spot inside him which he aimed for over and over.
“You’ve done well for us, listen to your Shizun, and come for us, your highness,” Liu Qingge whispered in Binghe’s ear, his thrusts becoming faster, rougher which seemed to only excite the prince even more.
Binghe let out a cry of pleasure as he began to cum deep inside his Shizun, and soon after he felt his Shizun’s cum spray onto his abdomen, and his general’s inside him. As Shen Yuan slipped off of him, and Liu Qingge pulled out of him, Binghe pulled the two of them into his arms, kissing the both of them. “My consorts treated this prince so well, I shall repay this hundred fold on our wedding night,” Binghe said, relishing the blush that rose onto the cheeks of Liu Qingge and Shen Yuan.