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He finds himself easily sinking when the blindfold was placed over his eyes. Warm hands had made sure it didn't tug uncomfortably on his hair or bunched up under his head when he was laid back on the bed. It's these small, miniscule actions that let Shen Qingqiu easily slip into the right headspace for tonight's activities. It's what makes it so easy to trust his eager husband to take care of him when he's in such a vulnerable position. He easily and enthusiastically let's his husband take the reins, and he falls and falls and falls, knowing his husband is there to catch him.
He catches him with warm hands and soft kisses and hitched breaths and the overwhelming feeling of being taken. Over and over again until he can't feel his body properly. He's swimming in pleasure and an ache that is bone deep and a hunger that refuses to be sated. He can't hear properly, his senses disoriented and confused, but he knows his pleas are being answered because he trusts his husband will fulfill every one of his desires.
His needs are not met until true darkness follows him, and even then he doesn't feel quite done.
...
He wakes to sunlight warming his back and the cool breeze of the peak brushing his skin. The blindfold is off, he's as clean as a warm rag can make him, the bites scattered all over throb pleasantly, and his body aches in all the best ways possible. His husband is wrapped snugly to his front, a face tucked under his chin and strong arms resting across his hips in sleepy possessiveness. Both of their legs are in a tangle and Shen Qingqiu feels too groggy to try and work out how to extract himself- not that he really wants to. He's more than happy to keep lazing in bed all day with his husband, but there's a discomfort that lingers somewhere distantly on his body and it's keeping him from falling back to sleep easily.
He moves experimentally but stops almost immediately. His foggy brain wakes up and he slaps a hand over his mouth to stop the moan that threatened to leave his throat. This husband ... he thinks as he squeezes his ass lightly, and he moans as the body tucked under his chin and in his arms moans in response. Arms that rested against his own waist tighten and push him closer to Binghe. He can't help the gasp spilling from his lips as he feels the pillar still inside him start to stiffen in arousal.
He grinds against it, small movements so as to not disturb his still sleeping husband. A sudden jerk of hips makes the pillar hit just the right spot and he shudders and moves his hips to chase the feeling again. He tries to repeat the action again but the angle is wrong and it's hard for him to get it exactly right with the way they are laying on their sides.
Shen Qingqiu stops himself from whining out loud. He doesn't want to move from the comfortable spot he woke up in but he also can't leave himself like this. He wasn't the biggest fan of edging unless it was out of his control, and he's not giving his husband any ideas right now. He feels like his body is possessed- his usual control completely lost.
"Binghe," he whispers, trying to keep the desperation out of his voice. He runs his fingers through Binghe's hair and scrapes his fingernails across his husband's sensitive scalp. His husband makes a sound of contentment and simply pushes his face further into Shen Qingqiu's neck. He would have normally been overcome with affection at the action, and he still is, but he is also very horny and desperate for his husband.
He's as gentle as he can be, but he still grabs handfuls of his husband's hair and pulls his head back. It gives him a moan as a reward, but it barely gives him twitching eyelids. He's only seen his husband so deeply asleep a handful of times and this is the first time he hasn't been affected by Shen Qingqiu's very obvious actions.
It sends a rush of want so strong that he is helpless to his desires and his mind blanks when he moves his husband's body to rest on his back. He snaps back to awareness when his own legs are straddling Binghe's waist and the new angle hits that spot inside himself just right. He tries to smother the moan but he's helpless to the pleasure coursing through him. He can't stop himself from grinding his hips down, rotating and bouncing to chase after his own release.
He's overcome with the desire to use his husband for his own pleasure. It was a fantasy that he never realized he ever wanted in reverse. He has played with himself and enjoyed the act of his husband using him while he sleeps, to be used to warm Binghe's cock while he lazes in bed, and even to be fucked to passing out but to still being used until his husband had his fill. It was a guilty pleasure that his husband abused (affectionately), but one that Shen Qingqiu had never thought he'd ever have the desire to do himself.
Though to be fair, he never really imagines many scenarios where he was giving rather than receiving.
It's a lingering issue he's had since they were first married. He doesn't like to think of their first couple of years married for that reason, at least in reference to their nightly activities. He knows he definitely wouldn't have had a thick enough face to chase his own pleasure this way.
But that was then and this was now, and he's very much interested in pursuing this new side of one of his kinks. And grinding himself on his husband's dick without having to work himself through having his husband's eyes on him is getting him more worked up than he realizes.
He plants his hands against his husband's chest and sped up rocking his hips, fucking himself with abandon, losing himself to the crashing waves of pleasure as Binghe's dick rubs against his walls and hit that part inside him. He can barely keep his eyes open, can barely keep his voice down, and he completely ignores the burn of his muscles as he continues rocking his hips.
He feels like he's lost in the sea, pulled under the waves and losing his breath. He calls out his husband's name, even digs his nails into his skin but his husband stays pliant under him. But his husband isn’t completely unresponsive as Binghe unconsciously bucks his hips, moans with no finesse. His eyes stay stubbornly shut though, and Shen Qingqiu speeds up his movements.
Distantly, Shen Qingqiu knows his husband must be awake, there was absolutely no way he couldn't be by now, but his husband committing to the act makes his skin prickle and want to go wild.
He falls forward, digging his hands in Binghes hair and pulling his head to the side. His throat was open to him and Shen Qingqiu returned the favor from the night before, biting into the flesh as deep as the ones around his own neck. Binghe bucks and shutters and grips at his hips, moaning his name. Shen Qingqiu doesn't release his claim, instead pushing his body further onto Binghe's and holding onto him as if to stop him from leaving.
He feels an overwhelming need to hold his husband close, to meld himself to him and become one. He doesn't feel close enough. He's no longer bouncing his hips, instead grinding and crushing his own dick between the two of them. He knows his husband is trying so hard to keep himself still to feign sleep, but Shen Qingqiu is too far gone to care anymore. He unlocks his jaw and tries to speak.
What comes out is too embarrassing to repeat.
But it snaps his husband to action, and Shen Qingqiu finds himself on his back, and Binghe growling and latching himself to his neck again. Shen Qingqiu barely registers the pain as Binghe loses control and fucks him hard and deep.
The only sounds in their room are the slapping of skin and Shen Qingqiu's screams.
He can't be blamed however, especially when the pleasure spikes and he's drowning in ecstasy.
He screams, digging his nails deep into the skin of Binghe's back. He can barely think when he feels his seed soak his stomach and Binghe's nails dig into his own ass as Binghe moves his body for his own use.
His legs are pushed and moved until they're pressed to the bed, and even if he feels overstimulated, Binghe arranges him to his liking and slides back into him too quickly. But what was pain instantly turns back to pleasure as Binghe takes him, fucking into him without remorse or rhythm.
He hears himself crying out Binghe's name, but it sounds distant and nearly foreign to him.
But he clearly hears his husband's words- words that would have made him red and unable to speak if he weren't answering in kind, begging his husband to take him faster and harder.
It never seemed like enough until he was suddenly spilling again, but this time Binghe followed him down, grunting into his ear like the beast he was and filling him with his cum. He holds onto his husband tightly, nails digging into wavy hair and heated skin and he moans Binghe’s name over and over again as he rides his orgasm out.
Binghe falls forward, holding Shen Qingqiu down with his own body. He huffs in exasperation, taking the added weight willingly and finally detaching his nails from Binghe’s skin. There is blood under his nails but he reasons they need a long soak in the bath after this anyways so he pats his husbands head and runs his hands through his hair regardless. When he tried to relax his legs from the shameless spread Binghe had arranged them to, his husband tightened his hands on his thighs and held them down instead.
“Binghe-”
Lips kiss the skin at his neck and teeth nip at his ears. Luo Binghe growls. “Once more.”
His third orgasm takes him by surprise, just as well as the many more he has after.