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The journey home was steeped in silence. Who would have thought it could be so agonising, so torturous, to not be able to find any words to say? Small talk seemed pointless when there was an extremely large elephant looming over them. Shen Yuan could only stare straight ahead and try to kid himself that he wasn’t about to suffer an interrogation worse than walking through Hell’s flames.
Shen Yuan couldn’t bring himself to even glance at Luo Binghe.
When they reached Luo Binghe’s apartment, Shen Yuan entered first, floating like a phantom into the lounge. He stood in the centre, wringing his hands together as he attempted to form a script with the bare minimum information. He just hoped that Luo Binghe wouldn’t ask how many men he had slept with, because he honestly couldn’t remember!
The few moments waiting for Luo Binghe to follow him into the apartment were full of suffering, like being held at gunpoint. Twisting his hands together, as Shen Yuan heard the soft thuds of his lover's footsteps behind him, he wondered if it would be best to speak first; to gain some sort of control over the conversation. His stomach churned, unsettled.
“Binghe…”
Shen Yuan softly called out, reluctant to turn around, although that was partially due to a pair of arms snaking around his middle to wrap around his waist. A head buried into the crook of Shen Yuan’s neck, and he felt soft, gentle kisses begin to press against his skin. Instinctively, Shen Yuan tilted his head to provide better access as his eyes closed and he purred.
Wait.
Shen Yuan’s eyes snapped open and his confusion stirred a bubble of panic in his stomach.
“Binghe! What are you doing!?”
Where was the expected interrogation? Where was the anticipated anger of his lover? Where were the completely unreasonable demands of Luo Binghe?
Instead, Shen Yuan’s spine tingled as lips sucked at his neck and hands roamed freely about his waist, slipping under his shirt to pinch and massage at exposed skin.
“Binghe!?” Shen Yuan gasped, the easy reaction of his lower half coming to fruition, his body becoming limp and pliant in his boyfriend’s arms, and his hunger being stoked and teased when he was already half-starved.
“Baobei,” Luo Binghe mumbled, nuzzling his nose against Shen Yuan’s neck. He stroked up the length until he suckled and nibbled on the lobe of Shen Yuan’s ear, enjoying the shiver of Shen Yuan’s body against his own. He pressed his own enlarged groin against his lover’s rear and began to grind as he suggestively asked, “Aren’t you hungry?”
Shen Yuan turned to jelly in Luo Binghe’s arms. It was as if they were swept away in a tornado as Shen Yuan was turned in Luo Binghe’s hold, their lips greedily seeking each other, hands pawing at one another's clothes, leaving behind a messy trail of cloth leading to their bedroom. By the time Shen Yuan was sprawled naked on their bed, not an inch of clothing remained on either of them.
“Baobei, you’re so…” Luo Binghe’s voice trailed off, his mouth too busy pressing kisses and sucking bruises into the crook of Shen Yuan’s neck. His hands were just as busy, pinching and squeezing Shen Yuan’s slender body as they glided down towards his leaking gulley. Spreading Shen Yuan’s cheeks, fingers probed at Shen Yuan’s sensitive hole, evoking an erotic quiver.
Luo Binghe smiled against Shen Yuan’s skin, harshly nipping at his neck before pulling away. He manhandled Shen Yuan, yanking him down the bed, and parting his lovers legs to settle in between them. The head of his cock pressed sweetly against Shen Yuan’s soaked entrance and Luo Binghe's smile appeared just as foreboding.
“So, all those times before when you told me you had prepped yourself were a lie?” Luo Binghe asked, his teeth flashed in a demonic grin as he referred to the occasions when Shen Yuan had told him he had already used plenty of lube to ready himself. He applied a slight pressure against Shen Yuan’s puckered hole as he said, “Although, I guess it wasn’t completely a lie as your body was born to be fucked.”
The last word was punctuated with a swift, determined thrust.
“Ngh!”
Shen Yuan cried out. The sheets below him were pulled by his fingers that had turned a ghastly white, and a light sheen of sweat peppered his forehead. Even as an incubus, Luo Binghe’s length and girth were a challenge for one unprepared. Shen Yuan turned dizzy from the piercing pain and pleasure as his lover continued to slowly sheathe himself within his welcoming passage.
“Baobei,” Luo Binghe groaned, falling forward to lick and kiss away the beads of sweat on Shen Yuan’s face. He tugged a little on Shen Yuan’s earlobe before whispering, “So how many men have you slept with?”
Shen Yuan’s complexion suddenly paled into a ghost, then, just as quickly, reddened into a strawberry patch. How much relief he felt earlier when his lover decided to sate him rather than interrogate him is how much panic and distress he felt now, having Luo Binghe question and accuse him while fucking him.
“B-Binghe, don’t…” Shen Yuan attempted to turn his head away, but Luo Binghe refused to let him go. He cupped Shen Yuan’s cheek then bit Shen Yuan’s lower lip childishly. Grinding against him, he asked his incubus lover, “And how old are you really? I’m just as young as I say I am, but I think you’re older. Much older.”
Shen Yuan squeezed his eyes shut, his lower lip vaguely trembling while pursed in a line. When put like that, it really made him sound like a lecher. An old man praying on a young boy. Obviously it was different for demons; their life spans so long that age didn’t really matter. But Shen Yuan had lived in the human realm for so long that his morals had become a little abnormal – abnormal for a demon, that is.
“Oh?” Luo Binghe paused his grinding motion, his tone amused. “Am I really sleeping with an old man?” He laughed, a bright chuckle that vibrated through him and into Shen Yuan, causing the latter to whimper from stimulation. Luo Binghe continued to vindictively tease, “Well, baobei, you’ll have to let this young one know how he fares against those other men and demons you’ve eaten.”
“Ah!”
And that was the start of Luo Binghe’s onslaught.
Luo Binghe’s pace was relentless. No matter how much he himself wanted to restrain his unfair treatment of his lover, the demonic blood within him roiled, amplified now that they were aware of each other's identities.
Of course, he knew that Shen Yuan had no other choice. It’s just how an incubus feeds. If Shen Yuan hadn’t slept with anyone, then he would have starved to death long ago. Although, that didn’t mean Luo Binghe wouldn’t feel jealous and unhappy about it. It may be unreasonable, but a demon's possessiveness of their partner is nothing to laugh at.
“How is it, baobei?” Luo Binghe gasped as he swung his hips with force. Any of the gentle, caring caresses of before were long gone now that he knew his lover could handle his full strength – and what's more, actually enjoy it. The gargled, nonsensical moans from Shen Yuan combined with the saliva dripping down his chin as he clung limply to Luo Binghe’s shoulders were enough of an answer in the absence of words.
“How do I compare, baobei?” Luo Binghe persisted, his eyes burning a bright red and his demonic mark beginning to form between his brows. “Does it feel good?” He growled, fucking into his incubus lover until there was a bulge in the latters belly. “Is it better than anyone else you’ve ever had before?”
Shen Yuan was unable to answer, his legs barely able to stay wrapped around Luo Binghe’s waist. This truly was the best sex he’d ever had in his life. Luo Binghe hadn’t needed any lessons from the start, if he had just been able to unleash his full demonic nature from the beginning there would be no complaints at all! He could even forgive Luo Binghe for throwing all of these shaming and degrading questions at him right now with how well fed he was going to be.
“I’ll fuck you better than any other demon or human.” Luo Binghe said, grasping Shen Yuan’s thighs in his hands, his nails turning black as they extended and scratched at Shen Yuan’s skin. The mark of a demon had fully formed on his forehead by now and glowed a bright red as he hissed, “I’ll fuck you better than Liu Qingge.”
Shen Yuan clenched around Luo Binghe’s cock. He still wasn’t capable of human speech as his body was tossed like a ragdoll on the bed, but his heart ached upon hearing Luo Binghe’s envy. He should have known that Luo Binghe would have guessed he had long slept with his roommate.
Of course Luo Binghe had guessed it. He just never said anything because the burning fury of jealousy would have stripped away his humanity and perhaps he really would have fucked Shen Yuan to death had it been confirmed. Now that Luo Binghe knew Shen Yuan wouldn’t be hurt by his ferocity, all of his possessive desire was seeping out at once.
Shen Yuan moaned at Luo Binghe’s persistent intrusion, the stretch of his back passage like a prairie fire, but he summoned the energy in his limbs to loop his arms around his lovers neck and pull him down, so he could place his red and swollen lips over the glowing, red demonic mark on Luo Binghe’s forehead.
“A-Yuan…” Luo Binghe whimpered, his hips stuttering as his eyes closed. His voice was thick with emotion, but his ruthless waist didn’t slow down at all.
A consistent thrust picked up once more, ploughing into Shen Yuan again and again, almost as though it were determined to pierce him through. The bed rocked and creaked below them, clearly made of demonic material as a normal human bed would have cracked and broken into at least two pieces with their rough fornication.
Surely bruises should be printed onto Shen Yuan’s skin from Luo Binghe’s grip, but a demon's body was sturdy; especially that of an incubus who was designed to withstand even the strongest demon's desires.
“B-Binghe~” Shen Yuan whined, his ankles aching and his toes twitching. He was really reaching his limit but his partner seemed to have no intention of firing his shots any time soon.
“I’m certain you can handle more than this, baobei.” Luo Binghe replied, having recovered from his earlier stint and keen to tease and edge his lover again. “You should know I have amazing endurance as the son of the demon lord.”
“Hnngh~”
Luo Binghe’s amazing endurance was something Shen Yuan was being introduced to first hand, and on a normal day it’s something he would be able to gladly handle as an incubus. But, right now, he was an incubus that had been starved and promised a delicious, fulfilling meal. He wanted nothing more than to chow down, to have his stomach stuffed to the brim with his partner's seed, and they could think about prolonging their pleasure next time.
Luo Binghe, as a demon himself, was aware of what Shen Yuan wanted and needed. He’d had the appropriate education for his own kind, after all. If his boyfriend wanted to be fed, then he could definitely oblige, but, who said he couldn’t ask for some advantages first?
With a mischievous grin playing on his lips, Luo Binghe finally slowed his pace. He kissed Shen Yuan’s tearful eyes, his red nose, and crimson lips, then flashed his smile at his lover.
Returning to his earlier playfulness, Luo Binghe decided to remind his incubus of another shameful point that the latter clearly wanted to hide.
“Baobei,” He murmured in his husky, lustful voice. “Call me husband and I’ll cum for you.”