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Luo Binghe tugs Shen Qingqiu into the cottage allotted to them on this trip, holding back laughter until they’re inside.
"Did you see his face?" he asks. "Shizun, he didn’t dare speak back against my husband. He didn’t know what to do."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Shen Qingqiu says primly, but he’s hiding a smile behind his fan. "I was perfectly polite."
"Of course," Luo Binghe says, grinning. "In a way that was extremely insulting. Shizun, you’re incredible."
"Not as incredible as the demon emperor," Shen Qingqiu demurs. He folds his fan and smiles up at Luo Binghe. "You handled the situation very well, too. Your skills in politics are impressive."
"How impressive?" Luo Binghe asks, leaning close. "Enough for a kiss?"
"Enough for two kisses, even," Shen Qingqiu laughs, pulling him close to peck him on the lips and then the forehead.
"Just two?" Luo Binghe asks, tilting his head to look up at Shen Qingqiu with puppy-dog eyes. "Not three?"
"Okay, three," Shen Qingqiu allows, and Luo Binghe swoops in to lick at Shen Qingqiu’s lips until he’s allowed entry. They lose track of the kiss count after that.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasps, pressed against the wall of the cottage. "Binghe, it hasn’t been three days."
"But I’ve been very good," Luo Binghe pleads. "Please, Shizun. I won’t even put it all the way in. Just the tip."
Shen Qingqiu squirms under the onslaught of messy wet kisses pressed to his neck, his robes pulled away to grant access. "Just the tip," he agrees. Luo Binghe bites him in excitement, and he shouts.
"Sorry, Shizun," Luo Binghe says, sounding not at all sorry. He leans back, tugging Shen Qingqiu toward the bed. "Come here."
"Don’t get too excited and put it all the way in like last time," Shen Qingqiu warns. "And the time before. And the time before that."
"Of course not," Luo Binghe says, smiling. He tugs at Shen Qingqiu’s robes, working to undress him. "I will have perfect restraint."
Shen Qingqiu looks at him suspiciously, but allows himself to be unwrapped like a present. Luo Binghe lingers on each layer, carefully folding the robes and setting them aside. Shen Qingqiu feels like a piece of meat being ogled by a wolf.
"Binghe," he says helplessly as his last layer - his pants - is removed. Of course, his socks stay on. "You’re still dressed."
"So I am," Luo Binghe says, tugging Shen Qingqiu’s hands to his belt. "Won’t Shizun help with that?"
Blushing, Shen Qingqiu works to undress his husband. Soon, they’re both nude, Luo Binghe pressing them toward the bed.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe says, leaning close to nip at Shen Qingqiu’s neck. Shen Qingqiu’s legs hit the bed, so he sits down on it, Luo Binghe leaning over him. "Shizun, you’re so excited already. Look at you."
"Don’t remark on such things!" Shen Qingqiu says, face going bright red. "I’m not excited at all!"
"Of course, of course," Luo Binghe laughs, guiding him to scoot up the bed and lie down on his side. He searches in his qiankun pouches for a moment, then brings out a jar of oil.
"You had that with you the whole time?!" Shen Qingqiu exclaims. For lack of a fan, he covers his face with his hands. "Binghe! Shameless!"
"Well, where else would I put it?" Luo Binghe asks reasonably. "Obviously, we ended up needing it."
"Shut up and get me ready," Shen Qingqiu says, face still covered with his hands. Luo Binghe laughs and scoots close to him. Shen Qingqiu feels a slick finger prodding at him, and his breath hitches.
"Relax, Shizun," Luo Binghe whispers, drawing him into a kiss. His tongue licks at Shen Qingqiu’s lips, requesting entry, and Shen Qingqiu allows him in at the same time as his finger pushes inside. He gasps, and Luo Binghe swallows it with a slick slide of tongues against each other.
Soon, Luo Binghe is massaging that sweet spot inside him, and Shen Qingqiu is moaning with every movement. His orgasm approaches, and Luo Binghe guides him through it, fingers deep inside him.
"Binghe," he manages, body pleasantly buzzing. "Remember, just the tip."
"I remember," Luo Binghe says, pushing his knees up toward his armpits. "Of course, I wouldn’t do anything Shizun hadn’t agreed to."
"That would sound more convincing if you had succeeded at this even one time," Shen Qingqiu gripes, but he’s distracted by the huge pillar prodding at his hole. "BInghe!"
"Shizun already feels so good," Luo Binghe gasps, sliding his cockhead through the oil leaking out from Shen Qingqiu’s hole. "I don’t know if I can hold back."
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasps back, doing his best to hold his knees up. "Put it in, put it in."
Luo Binghe pushes forward, just a little, and the tip of his cock pops in. They moan in unison, Luo Binghe’s fingers digging at the flesh of Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Luo Binghe pulls out, just enough that his cockhead pops out, then pushes in, just enough that it pops in.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu moans.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe moans back, pressing forward just a little bit more.
"You said just the tip!" warns Shen Qingqiu.
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Luo Binghe says, not sounding sorry at all. He pulls back, then pushes in just a little further. "Shizun’s hole is so warm and welcoming, I can’t help myself."
"Ohh, right there," Shen Qingqiu moans. "Binghe, right there."
Luo Binghe thrusts a little further in. "There?" he asks, fingers tightening again on Shen Qingqiu’s thigh.
"Binghe!" Shen Qingqiu exclaims, giving up the pretense that they’ll stick to "just the tip". As if they ever managed that. "More, give me more."
With one firm thrust, Luo Binghe slides all the way in, filling Shen Qingqiu until he feels like he might burst. Shen Qingqiu moans, pleasure flooding him. Between thrusts, Luo Binghe says, "Shizun - is so - tight!"
"Don’t say such lewd things!" Shen Qingqiu manages, then drops his head back on the pillow as Luo Binghe hits a perfect angle. "Oh, Binghe…"
"Shizun," Luo Binghe moans back. "Tell me I’m good."
"Binghe is the best," Shen Qingqiu moans loyally. He reaches up to pat Luo Binghe’s head. "Binghe is the most wonderful husband. I’m so lucky to have him."
"Shizun," Luo Binghe gasps, his cock getting harder inside Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu gasps. "Shizun, pull my hair."
Shen Qingqiu fists his hand in Luo Binghe’s hair and pulls. "Binghe," he says warningly.
"It’s not weird if my wife wants to hold onto me," Luo Binghe says sweetly. "Or tell me I feel good."
"You feel good," Shen Qingqiu says in a stilted voice. "You’re getting better at this."
Luo Binghe moans and drops his head to Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder. Gently, he bites at Shen Qingqiu’s neck.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu moans back.
"I’m close," Luo Binghe says. "Shizun, please."
Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes, embarrassed. "Binghe’s cock feels very nice inside me," he manages, and Luo Binghe gasps, thrusting forward erratically.
Warmth blooms inside him, and a hand closes around his own cock, bringing him to the edge as well.
In the aftermath, they lie together on the bed in the cottage, hands intertwined.
"Binghe is very bad at restraint," Shen Qingqiu scolds, but his heart isn’t in it.
"Apologizing to Shizun," Luo Binghe says, but he’s audibly grinning.
Shen Qingqiu sighs. Maybe next time they’ll manage it.