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Luo Binghe was restless. The world, except for him, seemed unmoving. Not a leaf swayed with the wind, nor did any blade of grass stir. He knew Peak Lords’ meetings would often drag out for most of the day, and with Shizun about to leave with him again, it was no wonder other Peak Lords would try to keep him as long as possible. He swallowed hard, like he was in the midst of suffocating in an empty room, the images of that morning flashing in his mind.
Shen Qingqiu was fresh out of the bath. It felt like an eternity since he’d last touched him, so upon seeing him in those thin robes, water pearls still dripping from the tips of long silky hair to form a puddle at his feet, Luo Binghe lost all senses and blacked out. What brought him back was a loud thud and an “oomph” against his ear. He lifted his head and saw Shizun underneath him. Perhaps because of the hot bath, his eyes were shining, red-rimmed as they stared up at Binghe, his skin glowing. Whatever rationality he recovered dissolved into thin air as he leaned down and swiped his lips with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of the water. Robes had ridden up and slid off shoulders, heat travelled between them in ragged breaths.
He hadn’t gotten two fingers inside him when the knocks on the door started.
Luo Binghe had done his fair share of waiting years ago. Thinking back, not much had really changed: he still tossed and turned eagerly, staring at the door, senses sharp and ready to catch Shizun’s footsteps outside at any moment, a hollow pit in his stomach and cold sweat on his palms as his mind began to wander. He didn’t like it then, and he didn’t like it now. To stop himself from overthinking, Luo Binghe pulled on his scalp until it hurt. Too much, not enough, too little.
No matter how much he tried to find in the pillow between his arms the warmth of the person he missed the most, he couldn’t be satisfied. It wasn’t heavy enough, not warm enough, not Shizun enough. His scent like soap, like sex, like the hot, salty layer of sweat on his body after they embraced hidden too deep in the pillow for him to get any sort of comfort when he buried his head in it.
Fuck.
Finally, the steps he heard approaching the bamboo house made him tumble out of bed.
--- Shen Qingqiu---
The meeting had been boring.
Or perhaps he’d just been distracted. That morning, when Binghe saw him right out of the bath, draped only in a thin robe, his whole body had gone completely stiff. Luo Binghe had finally recovered the handsome face and body Shen Qingqiu was used to and once again towered over him, mere seconds away from tearing him apart with his newly-recovered strength and vitality. He’d really missed him. If he hadn’t previously agreed to attend another meeting, how could he have resisted Binghe pushing him down and pressing him under his body? Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have had the disposition to pull himself away from the zealous arms holding him, ears deaf to the exasperated knocks on the door, Binghe’s face buried in the crook of his neck and inhaling the fresh scent of the bath steam still swirling off his skin.
“Binghe…”
“They can wait,” he said in-between loving bites, breath hot in his ear.
With how long they’d waited, there was no way to make it quick. He was barely dressed, still-damp hair cold on his back, his inner robe had ridden up with the movement and Binghe’s erection rubbed against him. He didn’t want to, but in the end, steeling his mind, he wriggled out of his hold, fixing his hair and robes hastily as he stood up.
“I won’t be long. Let’s return home when I get back, yes?” After a quick kiss, he disappeared behind the screen to get properly dressed.
Hours later, his body was still hot with the memory of those fleeting touches. He’d have to be made of stone to not be affected. Though outwardly he showed nothing, he spent the evening hiding his blush behind his fan, erection concealed by his sitting posture. He secretly wondered how Binghe was doing, and envied the fact that he was free to relieve himself while he was stuck pretending to listen to others’ conversation.
As he walked in through the door, something flew towards him, obscuring his vision. The room spinned as he stumbled backwards, trying to find his footing. It didn’t take long for his back to collide with the wall, trapping him between two hard surfaces. In the front, Binghe’s muscular chest rose and fell heavy against his, fluffy black curls tickled his cheek, a nose glued to his neck taking deep breaths heated his skin and made him shiver. Behind him, Binghe’s arms were the only barrier between him and the wall. After the initial shock, Shen Qingqiu let out the breath he seemed to have been holding all day, hand caressing Binghe’s back. He had to admit he was somewhat endeared.
“You must have been lonely, I’m sorry this master kept you waiting.”
Luo Binghe shook his head without lifting his face, holding him like his life depended on it, one jump away from latching onto him with his whole body.
"Its okay, this master is here now. We can leave whenever you—"
His next words were swallowed by Luo Binghe’s lips, his back arching due to the force of the arms around his waist, skin contact hindered only by mere pieces of fabric. The kiss was deep, hard, almost sloppy, but not in the same way it was when Luo Binghe had no experience to speak of. This was more akin to the urgent fervor of a beast in heat attempting to devour him whole: teeth nipping flesh and then lapping at it, whether to taste blood or to heal it, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tell.
He returned the kiss, matching Luo Binghe’s impatience by sucking on his tongue lightly and, for good measure, nibbling on it, inadvertently igniting a fire within his disciple.
--- Luo Binghe---
Fuck, fuck, fuck leaving , Luo Binghe thought, waiting a moment longer would be torture . He parted the kiss just for a second to gaze at Shizun and immediately the desperation to feel him again attacked him. It wasn’t a particularly cold night, but still the difference in their temperatures seemed like that of ice and fire; Binghe’s skin was burning up, his mind numb as he drank Shizun’s scent through his open mouth. Letting go of his waist, his fingers teared into the lapels of his robes, exposing more flesh for him to dive into hungrily, catching sensitive skin between his teeth. Shizun’s pulse sped up under his tongue, driving him to the verge of madness. He relished in the thought of it bleeding and scarring, of Shizun wearing him on his skin in plain sight everywhere he went, of him seeing traces of Luo Binghe whenever he looked in the mirror—
He pulled back to admire his work. It wasn’t bleeding, but Luo Binghe had made sure it would sting and burn. Under Shizun’s gleaming eyes he feigned innocence, ready to dive back in as he held him by the chin.
“Shizun can you… hang on to me for a bit?” He asked before their lips touched. He was scared of being refused, but to his surprise, Shen Qingqiu complied, wrapping his arms around his neck. Luo Binghe’s eyes widened, he couldn’t help but go in for another hungry kiss, utterly seduced by his eyes, his taste, his scent.
If his mind had been clear at that moment, he would have noticed Shen Qingqiu’s hips eagerly rolling against his erection, seemingly as frustrated with the amount of clothes between them as Binghe. But Binghe was only aware of his own intense grinding, pressing Shizun flush against the wall as he held his hips. Because he didn’t notice with his body, Shen Qingqiu had to use words. Trying to catch his breath as Binghe bit and licked his jaw all the way to his ear and nibbled his lobe, he choked out, “Binghe… The clothes.”
The ministrations stopped as Luo Binghe looked into his eyes with the fascination of a dog with perked up ears and a wagging tail staring up at its master, “here?”
Seeing his reaction, his face grew hot, “where else? Weren’t you the one who couldn’t wait just a moment ago…?”
His hands didn’t waste time, fingers slipping into his sash belt. He’d originally wanted to untie it, but the fabric ripped under his urgency and fell apart. Shen Qingqiu didn’t pay attention as his robes fell to his elbows, more concentrated on disrobing Binghe himself. When he noticed, he shook them off the rest of the way, letting them bundle on the floor.
Luo Binghe hadn’t seen Shizun so eager in a while, it made his head spin, his mouth water and his teeth tingle. With one hand on the back of his knee he lifted Shizun’s leg to his waist, his cock now freely rubbing between Shizun’s cheeks, his other hand gripping his erection.
---Shen Qingqiu---
Shen Qingqiu really didn’t know what came over him. All shame was thrown out the window, and what remained was a scorching need bubbling up in the pit of his stomach, like something had snapped inside him and was quickly leaking out. He reached for Binghe’s face, caressing his jaw, like hesitating. When he made up his mind, he tentatively pressed two fingers to his lips. Binghe took them in hungrily, hot tongue lapping at them for a good while before Shen Qingqiu removed them.
Luo Binghe watched in awe, holding his breath, as Shen Qingqiu reached behind himself and teased the head of his cock, spreading precum all over his glistening digits. He was so immersed his free hand forgot to keep pleasuring Shen Qingqiu in the front.
The first finger went in with ease, the heat of their interrupted morning session welcoming a second one almost right after. He was inexperienced in pleasuring himself from behind, but doing as Luo Binghe made his whole body burn, like his insides knew already what to respond to. Biting his lip, he pushed in a third finger, rubbing circles to stretch himself. His mouth was agape, vision blurring until Binghe’s addicted stare became unrecognizable. His fingers brushed near his prostate. This position was advantageous, he thought, body thrusting forward into Binghe’s chest.
“Binghe, it's good now, so…" Feeling his nerves convulsing around his fingers, he knew what his body was begging of him, but it was still hard to say. He covered up his shame with a moan, and there was no need for any more words. Binghe's eyes widened, a bright red color spreading across his cheeks.
It was cold with nothing inside; the residual tingle in his walls wanting to be rubbed more, to be stretched more, to be filled to the brim. Perhaps he really was getting used to Binghe’s size, or perhaps it had been long enough that he didn’t care. He whined instinctively, the leg around Binghe’s waist pulling him closer, hips trying to line up the head of his cock with his entrance.
---Luo Binghe---
How could he ever hope to resist when Shizun looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, swollen lips already nibbled blood-red under Luo Binghe’s teeth, letting out pants.
“Fuck… Shizun…” said Binghe through gritted teeth, pressing his forehead against Shizun’s. Fuck, he was intoxicating. His body missed Shizun enough to burn. He wondered if he felt it as well, the feverish heat of his boiling blood trying to engulf him. He wanted to ask is this okay? He wanted to say it’s fine if Shizun prefers to take it slow. None of that came out, but Shizun didn’t seem to mind, raising his head to kiss his lips, as if saying it’s okay, as if having read his thoughts and reassuring him. An insatiable growl escaped him, giving away his impatience, finally cutting that last thread of self-restraint as he nibbled supple skin desperately, his free hand grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s buttocks and spreading them. He pressed Shen Qingqiu against the wall, pushing himself inside.
Shen Qingqiu’s knees wobbled, his arms sitting on Luo Binghe’s shoulders for support.
He gulped, “Binghe —Ah!”
Too hot. Shizun swallowing his length, Shizun gasping in his ear, Shizun’s nails breaking the skin on his back. It itched. It burned. It teared at his sanity with barbed claws. He didn’t notice the moment he lifted Shizun off his feet until a pair of well-toned legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, intensifying the feeling of penetration. The thighs around his body clenched as gravity forced him down. Luo Binghe couldn’t help but lose himself further in the pleasure, thrusting in with force. With a yelp, Shizun knocked his head on the wall of the bamboo house. Fuck…
Luo Binghe spoke in a lowered voice, almost too gentle to match his burning desire of fucking him senseless, “sorry…”
Shen Qingqiu clasped his legs tighter around his waist, pushing himself up. Shizun fucking himself on his cock, it was too much for Luo Binghe to handle; wrapping one arm around his waist and the other cradling his head, he began thrusting again, his mouth sucking on Shizun’s neck. Heaving chest-to-chest, he alternated between attacking his prostate ruthlessly and slowing down enough to call it tortuous, relishing in the voices Shizun let out. If only someone heard them… Heard how good he was making him feel…
“Ahh...Ugh… Bingh—ah—mmmhf—” Shen Qingqiu tried to speak, but all that came out were broken sobs and half-formed words. Without warning, he dug so deep into Shizun every last inch of his body trembled.
Shizun pulled on his hair, sucked on his earlobe, called out “Binghe… Binghe…” eliciting electric currents under his skin, every pore frantic and jealous of his ears for getting such a sweet treatment. The pain on his scalp made him more eager, his thrusts brutal, drawing out his name from Shizun’s lips until he could only pronounce a jumbled, broken version. His thighs clenched at his sides, locking Binghe inside and unable to move as he trembled with his orgasm, cum shooting out onto their chests. The heat was too much. Buried deep inside him, Binghe came as well.
There was no strength left on his body, but still every time Shizun started slipping from his hold, he’d push him up with his leg. The thighs around his waist had fallen to his sides, the fist holding his hair was replaced with gentle fingers rubbing his scalp. Shizun’s breathing evertually calmed down. It was so calm, in fact, Luo Binghe feared he might have fallen asleep. But when he looked up, he saw Shizun lost in thought, eyes focused on Binghe's face.
A delicate hand touched his jaw, making him wince as raw skin was rubbed. How he got a cut in his face, it was easy to guess from the embarrassed look in Shizun's eyes.
"I..." He began.
"Shizun too," Binghe finished for him.
Looking down at his chest, he saw bright red flowers blooming amidst a field of snow. Some were bleeding, others were so dark they were purple.
"Oh."