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Shen Yuan thinks his apartment is haunted.
Look, he isn’t the kind of guy who’s afraid of things that go bump in the night or gets scared of his own shadow but … he knows something’s not quite right with the place he moved into this month.
At first, he thinks he must’ve imagined the weird things he noticed going on. After all, he’s been quite stressed from moving across the country for work, trying to settle into his new place and working late into the night. There had to be a logical explanation as to why he found objects not in their original places in the morning, the weird stains on his bathroom walls that disappeared at the end of the day and waking up in the middle of the night to a shadow crouched in the corner of his room.
It’s the stress. It’s the lack of sleep. It’s the lack of eating proper food and either having way too much greasy takeout or too-salty instant ramen. It’s probably because Shen Yuan’s lonely.
The last reason is what he told himself when he wakes up, covers thrown off, naked in his own bed — he always goes to bed in pajamas — with a white and viscous liquid dripping out from between his thighs. He probably had a wet dream or something, but when he washes himself down in the shower, the liquid doesn’t look like it came from him. His body also aches, though in a pleasant but suspicious kind of way.
He hasn’t made any friends since he moved here, aside from work colleagues, and … when was the last time he met someone new?
He downloads a couple of dating apps but loses interest in his dates quickly.
Maybe the problem isn’t me.
The realization that he isn’t the only occupant in this apartment comes to him when he wakes up one night to a figure looming over his bed. It’s been about two months since he moved into his apartment and he’s gotten used to randomly waking up to a shadowy figure in his room.
Sleep paralysis is what it’s called; visual and/or auditory hallucinations are typical, but he doesn’t recall reading anything about being able to feel things — at least not the chest pressure type sensations — when he’s having an episode.
The figure above him is roughly human-shaped, as far as Shen Yuan can tell without his glasses on, with glowing crimson eyes that pierce through the darkness. Shen Yuan’s breath catches in his throat when his covers get pushed away. Something brushes along his thigh from under the covers. It’s featherlight but the sensation of it against his bare skin sinks heavily, sending tingles up his spine. He gasps as whatever’s touching him slips under the waistband of his pants, past his underwear, and caresses the lowest part of him.
Hands feel up his torso, pushing his shirt up to expose his tummy then his chest. They touch their way to both nipples, teasing slow circles around them then tugging the hardening nubs.
Shen Yuan sucks in a breath. Warmth pools low in his belly at the sensations on his body. It isn’t unpleasant, quite the opposite actually, and the shiver traveling up his spine isn’t from the cold. The hand playing his pussy slips an appendage past his wet folds and inside him. He makes a small noise as it pumps in and out of him, rubbing his inner walls in come-hither motions.
Every time those appendages brush against that spot inside him and tweak his nipples, he can’t ignore how good it feels, unable to stop himself from moaning at the sensations on his body.
The figure, his sleep paralysis demon, shifts closer to Shen Yuan. Though he can’t tell what expression it’s making, those inhuman eyes appear to gleam brighter at his body’s response. The mattress dips underneath Shen Yuan, the bed frame creaking ever so slightly under the new weight, as the demon hovers above him.
Shen Yuan’s cheeks grow hot as he notices its gaze travel down along his body with a greedy light. He should be terrified at the hunger in the demon’s gaze but what he feels is shyness, as if the demon was a lover seeing his naked body for the first time. He tries to squirm and hide himself away, but his limbs remain locked, his muscles unresponsive to his will. All he can do is whimper at the attention and the searing touches on his body making him feel so good.
The demon makes a rumbling noise at his dismay. Shen Yuan thinks he sees the flash of teeth through the darkness as if it was grinning at him, and leans down. Shen Yuan’s breath catches in his throat as he watches, as though in slow motion, as the demon moves closer and closer to him. He squeezes his eyes shut.
Something brushes against his lips when a high-pitched noise to his left shatters the moment. He hears the loud hiss from the demon above him as his phone lights up with a notification. The image of the demon’s features flashes across his eyes, too brief for him to focus on any specific detail apart from its glowing red eyes, before it vanishes.
The leaden feelings bearing down Shen Yuan’s body disappears and his muscles twitch to life. He gasps, rolling onto his side, his chest heaving, eyes wide. His ears are buzzing, drowning out the pings from his phone.
He doesn’t know how long he lays there, curled on his side until he finally sits up.
What the actual fuck?
The demon doesn’t make an appearance for the next couple of weeks but its presence haunts the back of Shen Yuan’s mind, crawling into his thoughts when he’s under the covers.
He should be glad that he hasn’t had any episodes since that night. Sleep paralysis is never an enjoyable experience.
And yet …
He finds himself wondering if his demon will come visit him every night before he falls asleep.
Shen Yuan dreams of the demon doing things to him. All kinds of things that make him tingle with arousal when he remembers them. But they are only ever dreams, of course. He tells himself as much when he wakes up to the warmth in his chest slowly fading, replaced with disappointment that it wasn’t real, as sunlight filters into his room through the window blinds.
He tries many ways to get the demon to come back, most of which are admittedly quite embarrassing to think about but he really wanted the demon to return. Was desperate, even. It’s been so long since he was touched like that and he thought he might enjoy it more if he can move his limbs the next time the demon tries to have its way with him. Or at least not resemble a dead fish.
Oh the things they could do together …
At one point, Shen Yuan wonders if there’s something wrong with him for fantasizing about his sleep paralysis demon.
It’s been getting hot recently as summer approaches so Shen Yuan has been wearing less to bed. Lesser than usual, that is. Despite having an AC in his unit, he decides it’s better to go to bed in his favorite old t-shirt and shorts and leave the window open to let the night air cool his room at night, or use the standing fan he bought the other day.
Of course, he’s wearing less to attract the attention of a certain demon.
He doesn’t know if showing more skin will do anything to make it visit him but the thought gives him comfort.
After scrolling aimlessly through social media, Shen Yuan decides he’s all caught up with everything he missed out online during the day and puts his phone away. Without the light from his phone screen, his room plunges into total darkness. He closes his heavy eyelids and sighs.
Will it come visit me tonight?
Shen Yuan frowns. He feels like he should give his sleep paralysis demon a name rather than referring to it as “it”. He spends some time figuring out what to call his demon but every name he comes up with sounds stupid. The long days are getting the best of him and Shen Yuan is running out of names, so he makes the weirdest decision ever. He hears himself ask aloud, “Do you have a name?”
Nothing replies to him, of course, but Shen Yuan thought he saw a flicker of movement from the corner of his room. A shadow, darker than the surroundings, is growing larger — or is it approaching the bed? Shen Yuan can’t tell without his glasses on. But the movement comforts him, even if he ought to be afraid of the shadow until it looms over his bed.
He opens his mouth to say something but sleep is dragging him under, stealing him away from the moment.
You may call this one Binghe, says a voice silkily in his ear, the ghost of a touch stroking his cheek as his eyes flutter shut.
Shen Yuan wakes the next morning to his sleep paralysis demon’s — or should he say — Binghe’s parting gift from the night before, slowly drying from between his thighs. The covers have been pushed off the bed, exposing his bare lower half. Shen Yuan’s body aches but it’s a pleasant kind of feeling. When he checks himself in the bathroom, he finds bruises and various marks on his legs, his waist, his neck and even on his ass cheeks.
His favorite is the one right under his ear.
Binghe must’ve enjoyed himself thoroughly last night. It was such a shame he fell asleep before he could have fun with him too.
“Binghe,” Shen Yuan calls experimentally through the darkness, holding his breath in anticipation.
Tonight, he’s decided not to wear anything to bed, apart from a pair of his nicest underwear — which in hindsight, was probably a bit much … Could Binghe even see it in the dark? Well, he probably could since he only shows up at night but still. A part of him hoped Binghe would appreciate it.
For a few moments, Shen Yuan doesn’t notice anything, long enough to make his heart sink a little at the lack of response from the one entity he was looking forward to meeting tonight when something slides up along his side. He gasps when arms wrap around him, pulling him against a solid chest. A low rumble vibrates through that chest as a face nuzzles into Shen Yuan’s hair.
You called, A-Yuan?
Shen Yuan relaxes before slowly wrapping his arm around the entity, the sleep paralysis demon named Binghe, embracing him. Instead of warmth from his body, Binghe feels pleasantly cool to the touch. And very solid, quite unlike his shadowy appearance. Shen Yuan can’t exactly describe his scent as it’s faint but it reminds him of spices.
The low rumble starts again and Shen Yuan feels the corners of his mouth lift in amusement. He lifts his hand to pat Binghe’s head, feeling soft curls underneath his fingertips. He can sort of make out his silhouette but he’s never seen Binghe’s features clearly.
Binghe only appears in the dark.
It’d been a bit disappointing at first to be unable to know what this entity truly looked like but Shen Yuan thinks he’s gotten used to it. He knows Binghe is human shaped at least, although he definitely noticed the extra joint in Binghe’s fingers when they held hands, the pointed ears when he touched his cheek, and his long limbs. He was also large but somehow managed to fit in Shen Yuan’s bed without his legs dangling out over the bed.
The first few nights, Binghe hadn’t done anything to Shen Yuan aside from crawling out of whatever dimension he lived in and into his bed. By then, Shen Yuan no longer experienced paralysis when Binghe was around, which was nice. But Binghe made him nervous at first, not because he was in the presence of an entity who previously had his way with him and could paralyze him if he wanted to, but because … this is the first time he’s had someone lay in bed next to him.
(Shen Yuan is aware his priorities are fucked, considering that he was thirsting over his sleep paralysis demon who’s previously had his way with him, but as someone who’s never felt the touch of another person, he would argue this was an important concern!)
Aside from getting used to each other’s presence, they also talked. Or at least, Shen Yuan did most of the talking at first but he didn’t mind. It was nice to have someone besides colleagues and family to chat with. Sure, he had close friends from home that he calls every once in awhile but nothing beats talking in person.
Eventually Binghe would start talking about himself, though he didn’t reveal much of his own life. Only that he liked Shen Yuan and appreciated his company that night because apparently, life is very dull in the realm I live in or something along those lines.
Anyway, Shen Yuan’s not too hung up on the details.
What he does pay close attention to is the feeling of Binghe’s body pressed up on his own. Binghe’s hands, whether they’re in his own, on his face, holding his waist. The low rumbling noise he makes that Shen Yuan is convinced is a purr when they cuddle. The slow, lingering kisses that feel affectionate. And of course, the press of his bulge between the cheeks of Shen Yuan’s ass.
They haven’t done anything of the sort Shen Yuan was lowkey anticipating when he let Binghe crawl up in his bed, which is … Well, Shen Yuan doesn’t really know what to make of it. On one hand, he’s glad that Binghe isn’t doing things to him without his consent — and Binghe apologized and made up with him — but on the other hand, he’s a little disappointed.
He hopes it’s not really the fact that he’s awake that Binghe won’t touch him the way he wants him to.
“What’s on your mind, my sweet?” Binghe coos, the term of endearment causing Shen Yuan to blush. He runs his fingers through Shen Yuan’s air, stroking so gently that Shen Yuan’s chest pangs at the gesture.
“It’s dumb,” he mumbles, burying his face into the crook of Binghe’s neck. His eyes squeeze shut in an attempt to dispel the thought and focus on the soothing sensation of Binghe’s hand in his hair. It’s not worth letting it ruin the moment, he tells himself. Yet it lingers, its presence difficult to ignore like a tiny pebble in a shoe.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t want you to think I’m being silly.”
“I think you would find that this one does not possess the same understanding of what you’d consider ‘silly’,” Binghe replies with some amusement. Shen Yuan can’t really argue with that; demons probably didn’t have the same concerns as humans did. “There is no need to be shy.”
Shen Yuan is silent for a few heartbeats. “I want Binghe to touch me.”
The hand in his hair pauses briefly. Then Binghe continues to stroke his hair at a leisurely pace, though his hand dips lower each time towards Shen Yuan’s nape. Shen Yuan shivers slightly at the coolness of Luo Binghe’s hand on his skin.
“Am I not touching you now?” There’s a playful lilt in Binghe’s tone.
Shen Yuan huffs, nudging Binghe’s leg in mild exasperation. Binghe only laughs, nuzzling into him. “I mean sex,” Shen Yuan mumbles and feels himself blushing. “I want to feel you when you do it to me.”
Binghe hums, the thoughtful noise making something curl up in Shen Yuan’s chest — maybe he shouldn’t have asked that, maybe it was too soon, maybe he’s being too bold — when the hand resting on his waist moves. Shen Yuan sucks in a breath as Binghe’s hand slides down to the small of his back over the curve of his ass. Despite the temperature of the room, goosebumps prickle on his skin in the wake of Binghe’s hand. Hooking under his thigh, Binghe pulls Shen Yuan’s leg over his own waist until Shen Yuan is atop him.
Shen Yuan’s heart flutters when their lower halves touch, separated only by the thin fabric of his underwear. Binghe isn’t even hard yet but a thrill passes through Shen Yuan at his size. Now in the direct line of Binghe’s crimson gaze, Shen Yuan’s eyes grow wide and his breath catches in his throat. If he leaned down a little bit more, he’d meet Binghe’s lips.
Amused, Binghe rolls his hips up playfully, causing Shen Yuan to gasp as his bulge pushes up against him.
Is that why you’re dressed in much less layers than usual? Binghe asks. His fingers slip below the band of Shen Yuan’s underwear, his hand reaching down to knead his ass. Do you intend to seduce me?
Shen Yuan blushes furiously even though that was really the point of tonight. “What do you think?” he replies, the effect of his sharp tone blunted by the tremor in his voice. He does his best to keep a straight face, although Binghe can probably see through his act. His facade crumbles at the feeling of Binghe’s fingers dipping over his pussy, stroking over his clit and between his folds teasingly.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Shen Yuan sucks in a breath.
Whenever Shen Yuan touched himself, there were times when he imagined a bolder version of himself seducing others, expressing his desire through his actions. There wouldn’t be doubt holding him back, even when he acted in the most shameless ways possible. Sometimes, he wished he could be a little more like the Shen Yuan from his thoughts.
Binghe’s words give him the right nudge to do just that.
Letting the rush in his veins spur him, Shen Yuan closes the distance between them. Binghe’s lips are soft against his mouth but cool, just like the rest of his body. The first kiss is slow, uncertain, but when Binghe kisses him back, making a satisfied growl in the back of his throat, Shen Yuan responds in kind. He licks across the seam of Binghe’s lips with his tongue when Binghe parts them, allowing him to explore his mouth.
His hands wander down along Binghe’s body, a part of him marveling at how soft yet firm Binghe’s feels. It still feels unreal that his sleep paralysis demon is a tangible entity, even more so that he’s letting Shen Yuan kiss and touch him like this. It made up a little bit in some way for all the times he woke up feeling the ghost of Binghe’s touch on his body.
A fuzzy rush fills his head as their kisses grow heated and tangled, wild with lust. The familiar tingling from his lower half gradually becomes harder to ignore; Shen Yuan only finds relief when he rolls his hips against Binghe, but the friction of his underwear on his pussy sends a pleasurable and addictive sensation to wash over him.
As he grinds down, rubbing himself on Binghe, he feels Binghe’s cock growing harder. Though he hasn’t glanced down himself to check, Binghe is big, and getting bigger by the heartbeat. The sensible part of him wonders if he’d be able to fit him inside.
But then again, Binghe made it fit so many times before.
Leaving Binghe’s lips, Shen Yuan makes his descent along Binghe’s body, leaving a trail of wet kisses. Where Binghe’s body felt cool to the touch earlier, he now feels a little bit warmer thanks to Shen Yuan’s body heat. Shen Yuan pauses in the middle over where he can feel Binghe’s pulse, slow and steady. He places a lingering kiss, feeling his cheeks burn at a gesture that’s probably a little too intimate before continuing his descent.
Then he arrives at his destination.
Shen Yuan wraps a hand around Binghe’s cock, feeling a small thrill upon finding that it’s much warmer than Binghe’s normal body temperature and feeling it throbbing in his hand. With what little light he has and relying mostly on his touch, he now has a better picture of Binghe’s length and girth. And the texture.
Unlike a human’s cock, Binghe’s has ridges — not the ones formed by veins, which were irregular and ran along the length — rather ones that are spaced uniformly and formed by tiny bumps. Shen Yuan feels himself grow wetter. With all the qualities of Binghe’s cock in consideration, Shen Yuan can only imagine how it’d feel inside him. No wonder his insides used to tingle the whole day back then, as if craving for the extra tactile stimulation from Binghe’s cock.
Under normal circumstances, a man with Binghe’s size would probably have frightened him. But this is Binghe and Shen Yuan wanted him. He didn’t mind his size — in fact, Binghe’s size turned him on — and the added features of his cock? Shen Yuan would never let that deter him! And if it really did bother him, Shen Yuan only has to remind himself that he used to wake up feeling so good, that he has nothing to worry about.
Experimentally, Shen Yuan gives Binghe’s cock a few languid strokes.
He hears a sharp intake of breath and Binghe’s cock twitches in his hand. His pulse quickens with excitement.
Once again, the sensible voice in his head returns, telling him that he should probably let his sleep paralysis demon know this is the first time he’s holding a cock in his hand — so please excuse him for his lack of skills in this department! — but Shen Yuan ignores it; it’s not really the time to listen to it, not when he’s already so far ahead.
He continues to stroke it a few times, his gaze flickering between the tip of Binghe’s cock and Binghe’s face. He thinks he makes out a smirk, completing the indulgent gleam on his face, and feels himself blush under Binghe’s attention. A hand comes up to caress Shen Yuan’s cheeks before trailing up along the shell of his ear and tangling in his hair.
Shen Yuan brings the head of Binghe’s cock to his lips.
The salty taste of precum, accompanied with a hint of bitterness spreads across his tongue as he takes Binghe in his mouth. It’s not unpleasant but Shen Yuan likes the taste of it, licking the slit where the liquid is secreted from. Binghe groans, his hand in Shen Yuan’s hair tightening ever so slightly.
Shen Yuan sucks the head off with a pop before kissing it. Then, he nuzzles Binghe’s cock, letting it brush his cheek and leaving smears on his skin and his ear as he makes his way lower. The tip of his nose bumps lightly at the base. The intoxicating scent of Binghe’s musk makes Shen Yuan’s mouth water even more. He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth wide, taking one of Binghe’s balls while his hand massages the other.
Above him, Binghe groans, a low and sexy noise that sends Shen Yuan’s lower half tingling even more. He can feel the faint hum of tension in Binghe’s muscles as he laves his way up Binghe's cock, stroking where he can’t fit in his mouth. He might’ve accidentally let a little bit of teeth graze skin sp kissed and licked in apology. At least what he lacks in finesse, he makes up for with enthusiasm.
Thankfully, Binghe is forgiving and Shen Yuan thinks he’s getting the hang of it.
It’s just …
Making a noise around Binghe’s cock in his mouth, Shen Yuan moves a hand down between his own legs. He rubs his clit through his underwear, now soaked with his own arousal while trying his best to service Binghe with his mouth. It’s harder than he thinks to coordinate just two actions at the same time; perhaps it was greedy to chase his own needs and make Binghe feel good at the same time without messing up.
“A-Yuan.”
The hand in Shen Yuan’s hair tightens, firm enough to stop him from trying to take Binghe without choking again but gently that Shen Yuan’s scalp only tingles but doesn’t sting from the force. Shen Yuan gives Binghe’s cock one last suck, swirling his tongue over the tip before looking up.
“Come here.” Binghe’s voice is soft, like a caress on his cheeks urging Shen Yuan to return to him.
Shen Yuan obliges, crawling over but not before Binghe sits up to kiss him, his large hands cupping Shen Yuan’s cheeks in a surprisingly tender gesture. Shen Yuan makes a noise against him, but melts with a contented sigh.
“Are you turned on now?” Shen Yuan can’t help asking, amusement curling the corners of his lips up. “Was that better?”
Binghe laughs as fangs flash in the darkness. “A-Yuan has done very well to seduce me tonight.” A rush of pride passes through Shen Yuan; if Binghe thought so, then it was a good first attempt at being sexy. “It’s time you be rewarded, he croons huskily, “for being such a good boy for me.”
Shen Yuan’s clit throbs oh-so-delightfully at that. He moves to straddle Binghe’s hips, blood roaring in his ears at the thought of finally having Binghe inside him. But as he settles his weight on his knees, his pussy brushes against Binghe’s cock …
… through an unfortunate barrier known as his underwear, which was now soaked from his arousal.
Ah, he forgot about that in his excitement to put Binghe’s cock inside him.
“Wait, wait, I forgot to take it off,” he mumbles, feeling silly about his oversight. He makes to get up but Binghe’s hands on his waist stop him from getting off fully. All Shen Yuan manages is a small frown in Binghe’s way when Binghe simply reaches down to push his underwear aside.
Oh. That works too.
Shen Yuan holds his underwear aside, exposing his pussy as Binghe positions his cock under Shen Yuan. Its tip brushes against his clit, along the seam of Shen Yuan’s folds and catches on the rim of his entrance.
Shen Yuan’s breath hitches, half excited and half nervous. It’s happening, he reminds himself, finally it’s happening.
And he lowers himself.
A moan drags out of him as Binghe’s cock penetrates him. As he expected, the texture of Binghe’s cock, the feeling of its ridges and bumps rubbing against his inner walls feels so sinfully good on the way down, setting off sparks of pleasure as he makes his descent. Every now and then, he has to pause to catch his breath, his legs trembling despite Binghe holding him up because if he doesn’t stop he’s certain he’ll cum too quickly.
Eventually, he manages to seat himself on Binghe’s hips, somewhat amazed and hornier at the fact that Binghe is buried to the hilt inside him. It’s probably with the help of demon magic that the length of Binghe’s cock is inside him but what has him panting is how snugly it fits in his hole. He shifts a little to adjust himself but stops short with a moan at the wave of pleasure that follows.
“Binghe’s so big,” he gasps. “Your cock feels so good.”
“Easy now, A-Yuan.” Binghe reminds him. “It’d be more fun if you can last without my help.”
“Help?”
“I can use my powers to make you stay awake.”
Shen Yuan blushes. He can’t believe he forgot that Binghe, a sleep paralysis demon, can control his sleep at will. The thought of Binghe using his powers to make Shen Yuan stay awake so they can fuck all night causes his pussy to twitch. The sudden spasm causes him to squeeze around Binghe’s cock, the ridged texture of it pushing against his walls. Both of them moan in response.
Binghe chuckles, rolling his hips playfully. “What was A-Yuan thinking?”
Shen Yuan blushes. “Later.” He waves him off. He looks down where they’re joined together and his heartbeat quickens with excitement. “I’ll try to pace myself,” he promises aloud though mostly for his own benefit.
Lifting himself up, he focuses on the weight of Binghe’s hands on his waist to anchor himself from the small waves of pleasure rising from Binghe’s cock rubbing on his walls until only the tip of it remains.
And he sinks down in one fluid motion.
Skin meets skin with a wet slap, joining the lewd moan Shen Yuan lets out.
Pacing himself? Sure.
If anything, Shen Yuan only has Binghe’s cock to blame for tempting him to do the exact opposite of what he promised two seconds ago. He feels stretched and stuffed in the best way possible, every nook and cranny inside him filled with Binghe, Binghe and Binghe. The pleasurable drag of Binghe’s ridged cock against his walls is better than anything else that’s ever been inside him. The way Binghe throbs inside him can’t go unmentioned either. But Shen Yuan’s favorite part is the way Binghe thrusts up the same time he lets his hips drop, slamming all the way into the deepest part of Shen Yuan.
The feeling of fucking himself open on Binghe’s cock is so addictive that Shen Yuan doubts he can go back to using fingers or toys. If his usual self could see him now, this wanton version of him riding his sleep paralysis demon’s cock like a whore, he’d be mortified. And jealous.
At one point, Binghe rips off his underwear, the fabric somehow tearing like wet paper around Shen Yuan’s hips. Good, he thinks detachedly; it was starting to get in the way.
A-Yuan is so tight, Binghe groans, kneading the globes of Shen Yuan’s ass hard enough to bruise. His words go straight into Shen Yuan’s aching clit, earning a high-pitched whine. So perfect bouncing on my cock like this. He raises his hand and brings it down fast on Shen Yuan’s ass.
Shen Yuan gasps but the pain feels pleasurable at this point, the sting only urging him to buck his hips faster. But he can only keep up for so long before his body starts to complain.
“Binghe, Binghe,” he cries.
As if sensing his plight, Binghe wraps his arms around Shen Yuan and sits up. The movement jostles Shen Yuan, forcing him to circle his arms around Binghe’s neck and hook his legs behind Binghe’s back. But Binghe keeps surging forward until Shen Yuan’s back thumps against the mattress.
With their foreheads pressed together, their breaths tangling in the air between them, this position feels strangely intimate in a way that makes Shen Yuan’s heart pang.
Then Binghe’s hips slam forward, causing whatever thoughts forming in Shen Yuan’s head to dissipate. Shen Yuan cries out, all sense lost to the heat of pleasure as Binghe fucks him.
Mine, Binghe growls, devouring Shen Yuan’s lips and swallowing his desperate noises. Say you’re mine, A-Yuan. He demands in a ragged voice. That there won’t. Ever. Be. Anyone. Else. He punctuates each word with a hard thrust that sends stars flashing across Shen Yuan’s vision.
“A-ah! Binghe! I’m— hng — yours!” Shen Yuan sobs through tears. Clinging to Binghe for dear life, he squeezes his eyes shut as Binghe pounds into him, unable to say anything else aside from moaning Binghe’s name. Every snap of Binghe’s hips into him pushes him closer and closer to the edge, until everything falls away.
White washes across his vision as Shen Yuan reaches his climax, the waves of orgasm wracking his body trembling. Euphoria consumes him whole, submerging him in a fuzzy haze that leaves him tingling from the aftershocks.
Binghe isn’t quite done with him yet, still fucking him but his hips are moving at a frenzied and uncontrolled pace. Unable to move his body, Shen Yuan lets him fuck him like a beast, only whimpering at the brutal snap of his hips, until Binghe finally cums.
He groans, a low and almost animalistic noise, spilling into Shen Yuan’s pussy. Warmth gushes inside Shen Yuan when Binghe’s seed dribbles out from where their bodies are joined together.
Through the clutches of exhaustion, Shen Yuan reaches up to touch Binghe’s cheek. His fingertips are light, whispering across Binghe’s skin like butterfly wings. Binghe catches his hand and presses it into his cheek. His eyes glow like coals, warm and affectionate.
“So sleepy,” Shen Yuan mumbles, blinking slowly when his eyebrows furrow together “Ah, but I need to clean up …”
Binghe chuckles. “This one can always lick you clean.”
Shen Yuan snorts, smacking Binghe’s arm weakly but doesn’t oppose the suggestion. Ah, if Binghe wants to do him in his sleep, then whatever, go ahead. The line’s been crossed before and he didn’t really mind it when he wakes up to evidence of Binghe’s activities from the night before anyway. “Do whatever you like,” he mumbles, closing his eyes.
“Rest now, A-Yuan,” says Binghe.
The corners of Shen Yuan’s lips twitch upwards. “Alright,” he whispers, snuggling into Binghe's side. “Goodnight, Binghe …”
“Sweet dreams.”