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Shen Yuan needs to get drunk. He needs to get so batshit drunk he forgets he’s living in a stupid wuxia novel. Thus the only person he can get sloppy drunk with is
Shen Yuan squints his eyes in an imitation of a glare.
“You….airplane….don't tell me….”
Shang Qinghua looks at him curiously, tilts his head to the side innocently as he takes another sip of whatever he’s acquired both for them tonight.
The though, revolting, sticks to the side of Shen Yuan's skull until it grows enough to form legs.
“Oh my god….Is Luo Binghe your self insert!?”
Shang Qinghua spits out his drink in a way that would be comical if it wasn’t confirmation.
“Ha…why would you think….uh…” Shang Qinghua drags his eyes to he side slowly as he rubs his face clean with the side of his robes. There’s a red blotchy blush on his cheeks that isnt from the alcohol.
Shen Yuan on the other hand, feeling entirely too sober for this, because fuck him if he can’t see it and so much more stuff suddenly makes sense.
He stares at the pathetic alcohol and shame infused tears that are beginning to form at the edges of Shang Qinghua’s eyes and there’s a red blush peeking out of his robes, a lovely rosy color that causes a pang of melancholy to run through him because damn it he misses Binghe so much.
And fuck it Shang Qinghua isnt actually just a tiny bit like Luo Binghe.
Shen Yuan grabs the nearest bottle of alcohol and downs the rest of it in one quick swig because he is not attracted to Shang Qinghua okay? He just really misses Luo Binghe okay? Wait that’s not right either!
He’s just pre-mourning his limbs and the white lotus he had to drop down into the abyss.
Yes, that makes sense.
“You know…” and Shang Qinghua’s tone is entirely too playful.
“It really isn’t gay if we keep our socks on.”
Shen Yuan does not slap him but he does turn his haziest glare at him.
“Like, let’s be real I probably wrote it on the margins somewhere……it’s gotta be canon right?”
Shen Yuan feels his mind become pleasantly hazy and does his best not to think about the warm and apparently willing body next to him.
He is going to kill Shang Qinghua.
After he lets him fuck him.
It takes very little effort to climb on top of Shang Qinghua, the man is shorter than Shen Yuan but has a strong body from all the running back and forth from peak to peak.
Shen Yuan must be drunker than he originally thought because his hands wrap far too easily around Shang Qinghua's shoulders and really it has nothing to do with their earlier conversation! Shen Yuan is just a little horny and surely there is no one that he could release this horniness other than Shang Qinghua, surely this is the best solution.
Plus, he can feel that Shang Qinghua is just as willing by the hardening member pressing against him.
"Ah,"
Shang Qinghua lets out a little moan, mousy in nature that gets swallowed by Shen Yuan's messy drunk mouth. Alcohol flows in between them as they share a sloppy first kiss, really its more like two kittens trying to groom each other, all tongue and breathy sighs.
"What happened to not being gay?"
"I'm not taking questions from the audience right now."
"Am I the audience?" Shang Qinghua responds drunkenly, his voice is airy and spritely.
They laugh softly against each other, Shen Yuan can feel the punchy giggle of Shang Qinghua's laugh against his chest. Shen Yuan wraps his legs around Shang Qinhua's waist and their frotting against each other with hard pressure, its a little unpleasant as they are still clothed, the many layers make their messy frotting hurt just a little, just the right amount to make them both just a little dizzy. And oh god how long has it been? Shen Yuan has been playing the sophisticated Shizun for so long that he can't even remember the last time he dared to touch himself.
Shen Yuan lets out a gasp as he feels a rough calloused hand dip in between his robes and (far too quickly) grasp on to his cock. He lets out a desperate moan, feeling like he's just been punched, as Shang Qinghua rubs his palm against him, and fuck, Shang Qinghua is way too knowledge, there's skill and experience in the way he's rubbing and twisting at the tip of Shen Yuan's cock.
Shen Yuan dips his head into the crook of Shang Qinghua's neck, and its warm and sweaty and his head is so dizzy, no way, no way Shang Qinghua isn't a virgin. Shen Yuan needs to get re-isekaid please!
He feels his face blur and a hot heavy rush of blood tints his head a rosy seductive red, no way he's gonna let Shang Qinghua out do him like this.
Shen Yuan, a fast learner, if a little shy, refuses to let himself be outdone. He dips his head deeper into Shang Qinghua's neck and begins licking at the sweet sweat that's collected there and finally, finally, his head begins to quiet. He can forget about the world he is in and the things he has been forced to do as long as Shang Qinghua keeps rubbing his cock like that. Shang Qinghua rewards him with a low groan and Shen Yuan knows he's doing something right.
"Fuck," Shang Qinghua is panting out heady moans, "Fuck bro, please touch my dick bro,"
Shen Yuan groans and goes to grab one of the bottles of wine that made its way to the floor of the bamboo house, because he is going to need way more alcohol if this is what Shang Qinghua considers sexy talk.
"At least your sex talk matches your writing." He says as he takes a deep sip of whatever alcohol Shang Qinghua procured for them today.
Shang Qinghua tilts his head up, staring at him with bright wanting eyes and Shen Yuan forces himself to look away, because he will not accept that Shang Qinghua looks hot, nope no way, more wine please! And for fucks sake, is Shang QInghua a masochist? Why did that make his dick jump?
Shang Qinghua mewls and moans pathetically against him and why the fuck did that get Shen Yuan's dick excited? He huffs against Shang Qinghua and thank god he's super drunk and totally not aware of what he's doing cause otherwise he would absolutely not rub Shang Qinghua's dick! Really!
Shen Yuan sneaks his hand down Shang QInghua's layers of robes, Shang Qinghua's dick is stupidly hard and oh gods, its fat and wet and feels really really good in Shen Yuan's hand, he can barely get his palm around it.
Shen Yuan can feel Shang QInghua rutting his hips hard against the perfect circle of Shen Yuan's hand and how can a man produce so much precum? Its sticky and slick and Shen Yuan could not imagine a day where he would be exploring Airplane shooting toward the sky's pants and much less find it enjoyable.
"Cucumber-bro," and fuck, why does he have to call him that even now? But the weird anonymity of it, the reminder of a life no longer lived, a life of rubbing his cock against his palm while reading about Luo Binghe's monster cock pounding into some fortunate soul, well, something about it just really gets him going.
"Here, let me just-" Shang QInghua clumsily pushes their robes down (with some help from Shen Yuan's own clumsy left hand) and brings Shen Yuan's hand against it, pushing their cocks against each other and the heated flesh against his own is a feeling Shen Yuan simply can't describe.
His brain short circuits as Shang QInghua brings his his hand up to his mouth and licks his palm slowly while staring Shen Yuan down with a cocky grin.
"Asshole." Shang QInghua laughs, knowing he won that staring competition as he brings his hand down and stars rubbing their cocks enthusiastically. Shen Yuan feels like his cock is a particularly fleshy bop-it. Shang Qinghua keeps a steady hazy pace that has Shen Yuan panting and grinding and if he was looking at himself from the outside in with a clearer head he would surely be cringing because Shen Yuan feels like a goddamn harlot.
All it takes is Shang Qinghua pushing is wet sinful mouth against his and Shen Yuan is coming with the force of a fountain.
The feeling is like nothing Shen Yuan has ever felt before, its simultaneously a feeling like all of his stress and tension has been ejected out of his body drowning. Shen Yuan lets out a shameful moan as Shang Qinghua speeds up, chasing his own pleasure in between his palm and Shen Yuan's cock.
"Kiss?" Shang Qinghua asks prettily pathetically with large fawnish eyes that feel a little too familiar and Shen Yuan scoops in and licks his mouth shut just so he doesn't have to look at them any longer. Shang QInghua comes just as hard, releasing himself against their bellies with a whimper.
They both pant against each other but its not long before Shang Qinghua loses his strength and they both sprawl on the bamboo floor, all of their worries and stresses drying outside their bodies.
Shen Yuan drags his arm above his head, covering just a little bit of the light stinging his eyes.
"I thought you weren't gay."
Shang Qinghua huffs a laugh against him, all bright and airy.
"I've only fucked girls man, you think I got all that stuff from porn? It's very explicit! You can complain about whatever but those were good scenes!"
Shen Yuan giggles against him, unable to control the fit of laughter.
"I wouldn't know, I didn't read any of it."
Shang QInghua takes a second to stare him down, there's cum cooling on their bellies and their robes are absolutely ruined. Shen Yuan's face is glowing pink and gold with sweat and the glare of the candle light. He can only hold the serious expression for a couple of seconds before he himself is laughing, their bodies gleefully rubbing against each other as they laugh.
Whatever, they can both pretend it didn't happen in the morning!
(And if they get caught in the morning by a disgruntled Liu-Shidi, well, they're from the same hometown so surely they can come up with something!)