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The last dregs of meager, underwhelming sunset slunk through half-drawn blinds, forming dim slits that barely illuminated the yellowing walls of Shen Yuan’s hotel room. Well, Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe’s room; Shang Qinghua hadn’t shelled out for either a nicer establishment or separate bedrooms. Or allowed them to choose their own rooms.
Shen Yuan scowled at the twin beds that they’d dragged together the previous night. During their nightly activities, the beds had pushed apart and they nearly fell- luckily Binghe had rolled them over in time, otherwise Shang Qinghua would be working with a stallion protagonist who had a broken pillar! It would be the hack-author-turned-lead-director’s fault, he decided with a nod, blatantly ignoring how he’d been the one to convince his boyfriend to fuck him in the middle of the bed. Something to complain about before the cast interview.
The first interview the main cast of Proud Immortal Demon Way would do together before the release of the show’s first season was in a little over two hours. It was mainly thanks to Shen Yuan’s editing of his... Friend’s web novel, in between acting gigs and teaching teenagers how to act at the local theatre, otherwise the project would have rotted on Zhongdian for all eternity. Considering the state he’d found it in, the stallion novel (and its creator) would deserve it. When Shang Qinghua asked if he would play the role of the scum villain Shen Qingqiu, based on his scathing commentary and his twin’s ‘aura of malice’ as the author put it, he agreed.
On the condition his brother played the water prison scenes.
Listen! Shen Yuan was an actor with a strong stomach. He had to be, his parents put him in horror movies as a child. As an adult he’d played villains and aloof teachers alike, he was practically perfect for the role and had a unique insight into the character, his backstory and his fate. That didn’t mean he wanted to pretend having his limbs ripped off by his boyfriend! Not to mention the kinks it would develop in Binghe- the less said about his masochism, only encouraged by their scenes together in season one, the better. While it was a strange choice to age the protagonist up to a young adult from a young teenager given the cultivation setting, Shang Qinghua had... Maybe... Remodeled Luo Bingge on Luo Binghe at Shen Yuan’s drunk, joking suggestion. And refused to have anyone else play his protagonist.
It was a little traumatic, having to throw his boyfriend and former student into one of the harshest trials undergone by a protagonist in a stallion novel. The green screen and harness helped break the immersion though, so he couldn’t really complain too much.
And yes, former student. Binghe had been one of the teenagers he’d tutored on acting in one of the charity programs, but they hadn’t met again until they were both firmly adults! He’d had to defend himself from both Shen Jiu (his twin hated Binghe from the start so he was biased) and Shang Qinghua, who was a bastard. Five years does not a cradle robbing make! Besides, his boyfriend was regretfully into it; he’d only just talked him out of calling him Shen-laoshi in bed when they started filming and he began calling him ‘Shizun’ of all things! Shen Yuan had had to put his foot down, then, lest he be inflicted with some absurd Pavlovian reaction to the title.
Shen Yuan shook his head, recently washed tresses bobbing with the motion, only just cut short from it’s previous waist-length. Enough thinking about the intricacies of his relationship and sex life! It made him flush even thinking about it. He straightened out his suit, smoothing the creases where it lay on his bed. Despite being an actor, he had a ridiculously thin face for these sort of things. He’d never done any intimate scenes and he doubted he would for a while, considering Binghe was occupied with Proud Immortal Demon Way and he did not want to do them without his boyfriend. Though Shen Yuan certainly didn’t mind Binghe doing them. There was something quite lovely about watching his lover in action, knowing that an intimacy coordinator was there so nothing actually happened and- to an extent- being aware that everyone was seeing just who he spent his nights with. Heavens only knew how he got so lucky.
He pulled on a pair of black socks, following them shortly with his slacks. The fabric of his classic white shirt was stiff and unyielding, lightly choking him when fully buttoned. Shen Yuan left the top button popped off, knowing he would just undo it when he got to the venue anyway. No use in putting in effort if it’s just going to be undone; that was his motto in school and it worked well for him so far.
Tying his tie, a deep red, in the way his brother taught him reminded Shen Yuan that he needed to text A-Jiu and ask if he was willing pick them up on his way. He’d eagerly leave Binghe behind if he could get away with it, but he expected Shen Yuan to be as punctual as himself. They shared an image, he heard his twin complain, your laziness effects my career! Shen Yuan debated leaving his waistcoat off, just to annoy him. Luo Binghe would appreciate it, though, which was enough motivation to put it on. He quickly slid his suit jacket on and did his belt up before shooting off a text to his brother. And immediately muted his phone because he didn’t care for the lecturing he was due for getting ready so late.
Finally ready, Shen Yuan pulled his boyfriend’s suit off of the hotel-provided ironing board and arranged it carefully on his bed. Then he retrieved the hairdryer from its spot on the bedside table because the rushing water of the shower was beginning to peter off, along with that insufferable squealing of the clogged shower-head, signaling the end of Binghe’s incredibly long washing routine. He’d been separated from his lover for far too long, not that he’d admit it aloud, because missing someone after not seeing them for thirty minutes was a little embarrassing.
Shen Yuan was graced with a low, melodic humming from the bathroom as his boyfriend nominally dried himself. The incessant shrieking of that faulty machinery had muffled that winsome voice, whereas the thin walls were thankfully insufficient at the task.
He squirmed a little in anticipation, not realising he’d settled down on Luo Binghe’s suit, the fabric of his trousers making it hard to discern from the rough linens of the bed. So what if he was eager to see his boyfriend? Excitement was a perfectly normal feeling for such an opportunity. Shut up.
The door slid open with a hard, prolonged squeak that made him wince a little. But the sight it revealed was definitely worth the minimal pain he felt the moment before.
Luo Binghe in all of his tall, muscled, tan glory. Damp from his shower his skin glistened under the harsh hotel lighting and water droplets shimmered in his dark hair like stars. Deep, obsidian-black eyes crinkled in joy when they found him and a grin crept onto his lips when they took in his probably dumbfounded expression. Even after seeing him in various states of undress hundreds of times by now, Luo Binghe stole the breath from his lungs every single time.
A small towel was wrapped around his waist, baring the very bottom of his muscular thighs tantalisingly and just barely hiding his pillar from view. Shen Yuan didn’t need to see his boyfriend’s smug expression to tell he was frowning at that revelation. It wasn’t weird to be disappointed about not seeing... that part of Binghe, it was literally half the reason he’d been cast as Luo Bingge.
Shen Yuan clicked his tongue to distract himself and quickly brought the hairdryer up between them, as if it were a shield or any sort of effective weapon. He turned it on for a short burst, which blew Binghe’s hair back like he was a model in one of those hair care adverts. His expecting posture (hands on his waist, just over the top of his towel as if he was preparing to drop it right there...) didn’t help his mental image.
“On the bed, Binghe,” His mind needed to be cleaned too, he thought dryly as his boyfriend’s gaze took on a hungry quality. “Don’t give me that face, I need to dry your hair.”
He pouted, because of course Shen Yuan fell in love with the kind of man who’d pout. And neglect his hair for the sake of slaking his thirst.
“But Shizuuun-“ Absolutely not. That earned Binghe another blast with the hairdryer. Sputtering, his boyfriend looked at him with a bullied expression, but Shen Yuan was developing an immunity at this rate. Down, boy.
In response to Shen Yuan’s admirable cold front- he was about five seconds away from submitting- Luo Binghe decided to kneel on the rough carpet between his spread legs, facing away and ignoring his distressed, “Binghe, your knees!”
Relenting, Shen Yuan dropped a kiss on the parting of his boyfriend’s hair and began to work his fingers through those dark, damp locks, taking care to pause at every aborted wince and hiss, applying heat from the dryer on a low setting. After a few minutes of finger-combing and drying, Luo Binghe had relaxed fully into Shen Yuan’s splayed thighs, busying his hands by rubbing circles on his ankles. Progress was delayed by Binghe’s frequent dislodging of his fingers by angling his head up to Shen Yuan to just. Beam at him. He squinted because it was like looking into the sun, but would sigh and cave to the silent plea, pressing a kiss onto that darling forehead.
Occasionally Binghe would pepper the odd kiss onto his clothed thigh, earning a short and purposeful tug on his hair. Did he really think Shen Yuan couldn’t feel the smile he was hiding against his leg? It was because of these little crimes that he knew what was coming after they’d finish- it would, inevitably, be him.
The thought made him tremble, just slightly, fingers coiling in his lover’s thick curls. Luo Binghe’s searching, grasping fingers just pressed deeper into the juts of his ankles.
No longer damp, the hair under his hands wasn’t quite bone dry, but even Shen Yuan would call it sufficient. There was no putting it off any longer, he thought, but a smile tugged at his lips unconsciously. Oh no, sex with his boyfriend, however could he cope? He would capitulate to Binghe’s needs once more, even if they were surely pushing it with the time. It didn’t matter to Shen Yuan that they had done the deed before showering, he regained steam very quickly and Binghe lacked a recovery period entirely.
Fiddling with the thick hair tie around his wrist, Shen Yuan bound Luo Binghe’s thick mane of hair into a high tail. Enough to keep most of it out of his face, but leaving some strands free to tug at in admonishment. Just how they both liked it. The hairdryer was placed back on the nightstand and Shen Yuan realised he was sitting on his boyfriend’s suit as he settled back in place. Before he could stand up to move it, Binghe did a 180 degree turn and held him down by his thighs.
Okay.
Luo Binghe, when kneeling, was about as tall as Shen Yuan sitting. Disconcerting, because he could gaze soulfully into his eyes while he nudged the suit jacket from his shoulders. Not all the way off, no, just dislodging it enough to ever-so-slightly restrict his arm movement. In the blink of an eye, he’d already undone Shen Yuan’s top button, leaving a sliver of skin exposed to the chill ambient temperature.
He didn’t shiver. Binghe’s mouth was already warming his neck, moving sloppily down his jaw to rest at the bump of his throat which bobbed with his silent gasps. Teeth grazed his sensitive skin lightly, faint nips that left no marks but stirred the heat in his lower belly. Shen Yuan tried to cling on to the hands roaming his chest, blunt nails scraping his skin and plucking at his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt, but his jacket prohibited the movement. A low, warning growl froze him. Not out of any fear, but bewilderment.
Shen Yuan looked down at him, meeting his dark lidded eyes with a faint glimmer of annoyance. Those soft lips were resting at the junction of his jaw, feeling his pulse jitter and jolt with the continued ministrations of his boyfriend’s clever, pinching fingers.
“Don’t growl at me Binghe, you’re a man- not a dog.”
“I’m your dog, Yuan-ge,” he corrected, sweet as sugar, and sunk his teeth into the side of his neck.
He turned that moan into a hiss at the last syllable, but that clearly didn’t fool Luo Binghe, who kept the harsh trail of hickeys raining down on his skin.
“You certainly bite like one!” Shen Yuan yelped, swatting at his boyfriend’s side and only sort-of trying to wrench away from the fierce nipping. One hand ceased its saccharine torture at his chest and came up behind his neck, where the back of his tie was- going on Binghe’s next actions- apparently begging to be tugged.
Air flew from his lungs for a brief moment, the world narrowing on his neck as his tie was yanked back, the knot colliding with his throat and cutting off his breath. Then it returned and Shen Yuan could breathe again, sputtering weakly as tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He glared down with watery vision, but was easily soothed by a chaste kiss pressed to his throat in forgiveness. When his sight cleared, he was met with Luo Binghe’s own, tear-dappled eyes.
Apologies bubbled up from his boyfriend’s throat as he wrapped his arms around Shen Yuan’s waist, something like ‘Yuan-ge enjoyed it last time I choked him!’ or ‘Your Binghe is so, so, so sorry could you ever forgive me?’ but he wasn’t paying it much mind. He just leaned down slightly and kissed him on the forehead in voiceless apology.
“Just-“ he paused, wetting his throat slightly with saliva. “Be careful next time, eh? I don’t want to lose my voice so quickly,” Shen Yuan was joking, but he was greeted with a serious expression and firm nod. His heart (and something lower down) fluttered. Ah, he was so gone for this man.
Left bereft of Luo Binghe’s lips, his boyfriend leaning back to get a better measure of him, he pouted. Something he would deny later. Those nimble fingers that had been plucking at his nipples, making them sensitive to even the barest brush of fabric, busied themselves with unbuttoning Shen Yuan’s waistcoat but pulled away before making his shirt match. A little confusing, he thought they’d be doing something focused on his chest tonight. He wasn’t disappointed, however, as they quickly trailed further down to rest just over his crotch.
Shen Yuan hummed, hips thrusting upwards instinctively to follow the impending source of friction- only for his attempt at chasing pleasure to be quickly aborted by Luo Binghe’s large hands clamping down on his waist. His thumbs rested on his folds, the outline of them made tangible by the growing dampness darkening the fabric. His breath shuddered in tandem with his body, and he tried to grind forward. Binghe stopped him by...
Luo Binghe stopped him by leaning down and making an excellent effort of sucking his soul through his cunt. A moan lept forth from his lips and tried to jerk back from the sudden sensation; it was a rough friction bordering on painful, only remaining on the precipice solely because of how turned on his was. Binghe, of course, dragged him back into his mouth and hummed into his hole, the vibration coursing through his body like an electrical current.
That talented tongue of his was employed too, warm and wet against his pussy, so tantalisingly close yet so far. Shen Yuan needed Binghe on him, skin to skin, immediately. But when he moved to pull his trousers off, he was held in position. Firmly on the bed with no way to get them past his thighs.
“Binghe,” he was shocked at how steady his voice was, if a little reedy from restrained desire. “If you don’t...” Shen Yuan trailed off with a pleasured sigh, eyelids sliding closed. The combination of slick and his boyfriend’s saliva thinned the barrier between Binghe’s tongue and his pussy, making it feel like it was actually on him and not his trousers. Alright, he surrendered his complaints. This was fine- excellent, even! Who didn’t like a little fabric friction sometimes?
But then Luo Binghe cruelly pulled away, smiling up at him all innocently like he wasn’t torturing his poor boyfriend, “If I don’t...? Yuan-ge needs to speak up, your Binghe needs verbal instruction if I am to improve. You aren’t even making your usual noises, I must not be performing to your standards, Shen-laoshi.”
Stuck arms be damned, Shen Yuan smacked him on that smug, curly head of his. His expression screamed irritation, because he’d taught his boyfriend better than to call him that by now.
“If my Binghe is going to insist on calling me that, I suppose we should just call it a dAY-“ Shen Yuan cut himself off with a shriek that morphed into a long, drawn out moan; Binghe had managed to draw his dick from between his folds, rubbing it against the coarse fabric and rolling it with his tongue. His peak was gaining on him, a hot pool of pleasure churning in his blood. “Trousers off. Now.”
Luo Binghe always relented when he used his stern teacher voice, much to Shen Yuan’s own embarrassment. They worked together to pull them past his hips and off his ankles, leaving Shen Yuan in his boxers and the remaining top half of his suit.
He determinedly did not look at the apex of his trousers when Binghe flung them off to the side, he didn’t need to see the mess he’d made of them. His boyfriend hummed in satisfaction as he settled back down between Shen Yuan’s thighs, like he was tucking into his favourite meal.
If he wasn’t already blushing, the heated gaze focused on his most private place would’ve brought a flush to his cheeks. As it stood, Shen Yuan was already lobster-red and felt as boiling hot as one. His boxers still hadn’t come off, what could be so interesting down there?
The newly returned sensations were felt tenfold on his sensitive folds, and Shen Yuan couldn’t stop the litany of soft groans that escaped him. Binghe moaned too, gratified from bringing him euphoria (and, as he’d once confessed, the taste of his ‘heady masculine essence’). Being brought so close to orgasm but pausing right on the edge had left him as sensitive and pleasured as if he’d actually came, but with none of the overstimulation. Some nights they’d do this several times until one of them was allowed to peak.
But that didn’t seem to be on the table for tonight; Binghe kept suckling on his clit, and licking at the incredibly sensitive border between his folds and inner thigh, occasionally dragging his tongue up the covered mouth of his pussy. Shen Yuan felt himself flex down there, fluttering and clenching down on nothing as his precipice crept up on him like an oncoming tide, lapping at the coastline of his restraint.
Shen Yuan was always a little more relaxed once he’d came, more indulgent to Binghe’s suggestions and- crucially- thicker faced.
Crescendo toppled him over as he came, slick seeping through his boxers and into Luo Binghe’s eager mouth as he collapsed forwards onto his boyfriend, cradling his head between his thighs and clutching his shoulders tightly. Shen Yuan’s ears rang with the strength of it, eyes slamming shut as his whole body tensed and immediately relaxed. He came back to himself at the tail-end of his high-pitched whine and somehow flushed even further with embarrassment. Fuzzy as he was, he was only discomforted by existence of the noise, not registering that someone probably heard it through the thin walls.
Reality fully faded back in with the comforting weight of Binghe’s head on his lap, pressing grounding kisses onto his thigh and stroking his flank like a startled horse. Wrinkling his nose, Shen Yuan flicked his sticky boyfriend on the forehead and, ignoring the little whine, finally pulled his suit jacket off.
Stretching his leg out, Shen Yuan brushed against the turgid line of Luo Binghe’s pillar beneath his towel, evidently extremely interested in the proceedings. He smiled warmly, secure that his boyfriend couldn’t see his adoring expression and petted his hair. He hated to disturb the post-orgasmic haze, but he wanted to reciprocate Binghe’s efforts.
“So,” he said, softly. “Binghe, how do you want to finish?”
His boyfriend shot up at that, nuzzling into his stomach and gazing fondly at the hickies on Shen Yuan’s neck. They both knew that he’d lose his nerve if Luo Binghe made eye contact with him now.
“Whatever Yuan-ge wishes,” he declared lovingly. Shen Yuan’s eye twitched.
“Well, if Binghe can’t think of anything specific,” he said, voice purposefully light, “then we’ll just have to stop and prepare for the interview, won’t we?”
The whine that tease received was well worth the punishing pinch to his side, as was the way Luo Binghe nipped at the soft flesh of his stomach. His boyfriend stood from his kneeling position, but still remained bracketed by Shen Yuan’s thighs, his pout only enhancing the handsome shape of his lips. He couldn’t help teasing him! It was just too easy.
Then Luo Binghe let his towel drop and Shen Yuan’s world narrowed- the impossibility of that towel having remained in place through everything didn’t even cross his mind as that long, thick member bobbed in place. A flared head that weeped with precum, dribbling down and dripping onto Shen Yuan’s lap, veins marbling the silk-smooth length of it.
Regardless of how many times Shen Yuan beheld his boyfriend’s cock, it still left him in a state of shock and awe. Just how it fit every time remained a mystery (and a miracle) to him. On autopilot, his hand reached up to wrap around it, fingers barely touching as he began to stroke it softly. The blood thrumming underneath his fingers matched the pounding drumbeat of his own desire. Instinctively he leaned forward, intent on taking it between his lips to repay the favour, but Binghe stepped just out of reach.
He would deny the whine he let out until the day he died.
“Your Binghe would like very much to take you, Yuan-ge.”
“Then take me!” Shen Yuan snapped; frustrated, horny, and empty. And then he realised how he’d been tricked. “Binghe...”
He intended on scolding his boyfriend for the sneaky way he’d worked around Shen Yuan’s thin face, but was interrupted by Luo Binghe knocking him onto his back and frantically tugging his (soaked, probably ruined) boxers off. Before he could say anything about that, either, he was pulled up by his tie and into a searing kiss.
This wasn’t the tender makeouts of their last lovemaking session, more of a war fought with tongue and teeth. Harsh clacking filled the room as they kissed, lips bruising as they smashed together. Shen Yuan grinded upwards and into the warm flesh of the cock just above him, making a mess of their shared liquids. One of Luo Binghe’s hands grasped at every inch of skin he could reach: up his shirt, across his ass and down his thighs while the other held him in place by the back of his neck.
In all but the most literal senses, Shen Yuan was truly being taken. Hungry for more, and knowing his lover craved for every part of him, he guided Binghe’s cock right in front of his pussy.
It bumped against the entrance, smearing precum across it and the solid warmth made him dizzy with arousal. He clenched around nothing- Shen Yuan needed that pillar inside him right that second or he’d die. Steadying himself with his hands on Binghe’s shoulders, he scratched rough lines into his skin. The pain made him buck down... and finally push inside.
Just the head at first, the stretch made sinfully smooth and delightful from the earlier stimulation. His breath hitched as Binghe moaned, low and heavy by his ear. Instinctively he clenched down and his boyfriend’s hips stuttered forward, clearly restraining himself from going faster, giving Shen Yuan time to adjust.
Shen Yuan, for his part, just tilted his head and whispered in Luo Binghe’s ear to take what he needed. There was no reason for him to go slowly, any pain negated by the stretching of their pre-shower activities.
One of Luo Binghe’s arms looped round his waist and the other cupped his ass as he rocked inside, faster than before. Then, without a word of warning, Shen Yuan was lifted right up into Binghe’s arms, knocking the air out of his lungs with the sudden sensation of utter fullness being shot straight into his guts.
He didn’t want to call his boyfriend’s pillar an intrusion because it was wholly welcomed, but as it buried itself to the hilt in his pussy, he couldn’t help but squirm. And then moan at the friction against his inner walls. Binghe nuzzled into the crux of his neck and shoulder, soft lips moving but his words muffled by Shen Yuan’s flesh. It was probably nonsense anyway, he never could stop running his mouth during sex.
Shen Yuan wrapped his legs around Binghe’s waist to make it easier for him to hold him up, and bounced hesitantly. He didn’t want to drop down too hard- again, he didn’t want to break his boyfriend’s cock. It was one of Shen Yuan’s many favourite features. There was a quiet shlick when skin met skin, and he moaned quietly. He loved the sensation, so full of Binghe that he couldn’t register anything else.
Then Luo Binghe thrusted up to meet him on his next bounce: and again, and again and again and again-
Crumbling, splitting apart on that cock, Shen Yuan wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s shoulders and dugs his nails into muscle in a desperate bid to hold onto reality as it fell to pieces around him. Pleasure laced up his spine, worming its way into every illegible thought that passed through his mind. Burrowing deep into his bones, etching permanent recollections of this exact moment on his conscience.
Nothing they’d ever done had felt this good?!
Shen Yuan was choking on air, swallowing down as his pussy swallowed up that impossible length. He let out a wail, tears streaming down his face and losing themselves in Luo Binghe’s hair. Binghe was whimpering into his shoulder, teeth glancing off the skin as he barely held back on biting down to ground himself. He, at least, still had enough sense of mind to remember Shen Yuan not enjoying that the last time he’d done it.
That heavenly pillar throbbed inside of him as Binghe tipped over the edge, releasing inside with a long moan, arms squeezing tight to bruising. Shen Yuan followed immediately after, clenching even through the aftershocks.
Luo Binghe’s suit was still right below him and while he had a spare pair of trousers, his boyfriend hadn’t brought any replacements. Binghe would enjoy the stains, but he certainly wouldn’t! Shen Yuan lightly thwapped him on the shoulder, pointing at a clear part of the bed to be set down on when those hazy eyes focused on him. Binghe ignored him and placed him on his suit. Ruining Shen Yuan’s hard work of keeping it clean.
Maybe A-Jiu’s gift of that widower’s night robe wasn’t as useless as he’d first thought. He was going to become a single man in the next ten seconds if his boyfriend didn’t take his murderous glare seriously and either apologise or explain his crimes. He was still inside Shen Yuan!
Bashfully, Luo Binghe gestured to the clock on the grimy hotel wall with a nod of his head.
The interview started an hour ago.
Forget Shen Yuan killing his boyfriend for ruining their suits, his brother was definitely going to slaughter them both for this.