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Luo Binghe had to stop applying eyeliner when his hand started to shake too badly.
Not of anxiety or anything bad of course! It was just, he could see his husband sleeping in their bed in the vanity mirror before him. His husband! They had gotten married two months ago and Binghe still couldn't believe this was his new reality.
He was a wife! He was married to his Yuan-ge, his love, his gentle teacher, his home. His husband, now, who gave him everything he could ever want.
For most of his life, Binghe had been deprived of the things he wanted, even the things he needed. Now that he had someone who gave him everything he asked for, Binghe couldn’t help but be very, very greedy.
At the thought that Shen Yuan hadn't become fed up with him yet, no matter how needy he got, the emotions in him threatened to overflow and he had to dig his nails into his thigh to control himself. Then, he remembered that Yuan-ge didn't like it when he hurt himself, even when he got overwhelmed, and started to do a breathing exercise instead.
After a while, he continued applying his eyeliner until it was done. He opened his jewellery box next and shifted through Yuan-ge's gifts with a considering hum. Now and then, he threw another glance at the mirror, where his husband slept tangled up in the sheets.
He blushed as he thought about why Shen Yuan was so tired out. Binghe had been especially greedy last night and had kept him up till the early morning hours. He rubbed his thighs together as the memories brought a fresh, almost violent surge of arousal with them.
Binghe should pace himself. It was the weekend and Yuan-ge had promised to take him shopping. He didn’t want to make them late or give his husband the impression he didn’t want to go after all!
He had just decided on some jewellery, a necklace and earring set with little silver sheep, and put them on when Shen Yuan woke up. He blinked his eyes open before squeezing them shut again and stretching like a cat, his mouth opening in a big yawn and his hair falling over his forehead.
Binghe pressed his hand over his mouth, his heart fluttering in adoration, followed by a fresh wave of arousal that made him squirm in his chair.
"Good morning, husband," he said cheerfully, and Yuan-ge opened his eyes again, looking around with a confused expression until he found him sitting at the vanity table. Then, his gaze wandered over Binghe's outfit, the airy summer dress he was wearing, his high ponytail, and the subtle make-up and jewellery.
"Good morning," he croaked before quickly clearing his throat. "You're already dressed."
"Yuan-ge promised to take me out today," Binghe pouted.
"I know, I know!" Shen Yuan gave him a stern look that made heat erupt in Binghe. "I didn't forget."
Too flustered to bother thinking of a reply, Binghe pressed his thighs together again. He was always so weak for his Yuan-ge getting bossy with him. It was so hard to find some restraint but-
Ah whatever, he thought. What did it matter if they left an hour later than planned?
"Gege," Binghe whined, easily slipping into the role he had grown so familiar with, "you know you can't look at me like that!"
"Like what," Shen Yuan murmured, and Binghe realised that he knew the state his wife was in. Still, Binghe wouldn't be the one to break character.
"You know it makes me so wet when you're all strict with me," Binghe said and watched as his husband's face grew red.
Shen Yuan groaned and buried his face in the pillow. "Again?" his muffled voice came from the bed. "Binghe, you came five times yesterday!"
"Well, gege shouldn't have riled me up so much," Binghe said stubbornly. "I can't help it! And now I need it again. Yuan-ge, I don't think I can go out like that, my panties are already soaked."
As soon as he said it, an image entered his mind: both of them at the mall, Yuan-ge's arm tight around his waist while Binghe squirmed and grew more and more flushed, until he fell apart in his husband's embrace.
Binghe swallowed. "Well, I can go out like this... but I don’t know if I'd be able to hold out. I might beg gege to get me off in one of the changing rooms."
Shen Yuan's face was still hidden but, at that, his hips hitched against the mattress and Binghe knew he was getting there.
"I'm so warm, gege," Binghe whined. "I'm sorry, but I can't hold back at all!"
He turned silent and waited until Shen Yuan re-surfaced from his pillow of denial to check on him. As soon as one of the eyes peeked out, Binghe went from desperately rubbing his thigh to slowly hitching up the skirt of his dress.
Shen Yuan's eye widened but he thankfully didn't look away as Binghe lifted his hips from his chair and quickly pulled off his panties.
When he sat down again, he placed himself with his back to the mirror to give Shen Yuan a full view of what he was doing. With a relieved sigh, Binghe spread his legs and reached down to spread his pussy for his husband to see.
Shen Yuan quickly licked his lips and shifted on the bed in a way that meant he was getting hard.
His chest glowing at the fact that he was able to affect his Yuan-ge so much, Binghe licked his fingers and brought them down to his clit, circling and stroking it with barely-there movements.
"Gege," he gasped and Shen Yuan answered with a low hum.
Binghe couldn't keep the touch this light for very long. Eventually, the desperation got too persistent to ignore and his touches grew firmer, dragging hard over his clit, his little cock, until his breath was hitching and he had difficulties keeping his head up.
A look at Shen Yuan revealed that one of his husband's hands had wandered beneath his body, the muscles in his arm twitching and betraying the hidden movement.
The thought of that now familiar cock made Binghe aware of the emptiness inside him. He had grown too used to taking his gege's cock when he was feeling good; now he didn’t want to feel good without it anymore.
"Gege," he called for his husband's attention, even though it had never left him. "I'm so empty! You felt so good inside me last night, I can't stop thinking about it."
I've grown spoiled, Binghe thought, not without satisfaction.
His husband's thin face made every time he played with Binghe difficult for him but, to his credit and despite his hot flush, he still tried. "Didn't Binghe say yesterday that he'd behave today, as long as I fucked him one more time? Now you're begging again. I don't know if I should listen, you'll grow too spoiled."
Binghe moaned loudly at their thoughts mirroring each other so perfectly. "Please," he begged. "Please, just one more time!"
"I think you're lying," Shen Yuan said cruelly. "It won't be just one more time. If I fuck you now, you'll need it again and again. Maybe, you should-" Here, his embarrassment stopped him momentarily before he took control of the situation again. "Maybe you should touch yourself just like this, make yourself come without anything inside you."
Binghe almost wailed at the cruelty but his hand only moved faster, his hole desperately clenching around nothing.
He wanted to be good, really, but he only held out another minute before he admitted defeat and quickly, before Shen Yuan could stop him, slid two fingers into his hole.
They went in easily, Binghe was so wet, and the loud squelching sound was only muffled by his relieved groan.
"Fuck," came from the direction of the bed as Binghe started to fuck himself, trying to hurry towards his orgasm to avoid the consequences of his disobedience.
In his concentration, he didn't hear Shen Yuan get up from the bed until he felt two hands grabbing his legs hard and pulling him forward on the chair. "Yuan-ge, what-"
A moment later, Shen Yuan took Binghe's hand and pulled it away, his fingers sliding out of his hole with a wet sound, before he dropped to his knees in between Binghe's legs.
"Gege, wait, I'm so-"
Close, was what he wanted to say before Shen Yuan's mouth descended on him and he started to lick at his clit. At that, all of Binghe's thoughts fell away and he buried his hands in his Yuan-ge's hair, his legs coming up in a helpless twitch.
The feeling of a hot mouth and a wet tongue on him left him with nothing but pleasure in his head, one moan after the other spilling from his mouth uninhibited.
His husband had gotten so good at this. He knew now to do it hard and fast, to suck at him without letting up and to fill his hole up with-
But he wasn't doing that now. His hole was left empty and pulsing, desperately wanting something hard to clench around. Once he had noticed this lack, this unfulfilled desire, Binghe couldn't ignore it again.
"Gege," he cried and frantically pulled at Shen Yuan's hair. "Gege, please fill me up. Please, please, just give me something, anything-"
Shen Yuan hummed an amused laugh against him and Binghe pulled his hair harder in outrage. How dare he laugh, he thought, when Binghe was in so much need?
But Shen Yuan didn’t give in and didn't let up and soon, Binghe grew weak and his head became fuzzy as he got close to the edge again. He had barely resigned himself to the fact that he would come like this when Shen Yuan gave a groan against him and brought a hand up to quickly press two fingers into him.
Binghe almost convulsed at the feeling. But when Shen Yuan crooked his fingers and pressed hard against his inner wall, again and again, it was over.
Binghe tipped over the edge, red stars bursting behind his closed eyelids and fire racing through his veins. He hunched over Shen Yuan as he rode it out, his arms tight around his neck.
When he slowly came down again, his breath still unsteady and quick, he saw that Shen Yuan had buried his face against Binghe's belly and that his hand was moving fast between his own legs.
"Oh," Binghe cooed, "come up, gege, you can do it inside me."
Shen Yuan managed to stand up, with difficulties, his legs shaking. He braced himself with a hand on the back of the chair and leaned over him with a deep flush on his face, his pupils wide.
Instead of fucking inside Binghe, though, he simply started to jerk off, his hand hastily gliding over his cock, wet with precum.
Finally, he made a low noise and rubbed the head of his cock against Binghe's oversensitive clit, painting his pussy white. Binghe moaned at the feeling of being made into a mess, spreading his legs further apart and digging his nails into Shen Yuan's arms.
When Shen Yuan was done, he was shaking and breathing hard, still hunched over Binghe.
With a few gentle movements, Binghe pulled his overwhelmed husband into his lap and guided his face against his neck. "Thank you, gege," he said. "Let's rest for a while before we leave, alright?"
The mall would wait for them until they were ready.