There were a few stone buildings, likely the disciples' dorms and from what he remembered to be Ci Qinglong's residence, but other than that, Ling Shou conducted its classes outdoors and never had need for buildings.
"Xiao-shixiong!" From the trees, came the happy cry of the Peak Lord, and Luo Binghe instinctively unsheathed Xin Mo at the sudden shout, only to look up and see as the woman dropped from the trees, her robes slightly disheveled, though somehow the pale orange color was still prim and clean like that of a sunset.
The woman greeted him with a hug, something that Luo Binghe sneered at, but otherwise didn't comment on. She only greeted him with a firm nod, smiling at her shixiong as she greeted him. "How can this Shimei be of help, Xiao-shixiong?"
Shen Yuan cleared his throat rather sheepishly. It was one thing to plan to ask the woman for her blessing, but to actually receive it was an entirely different story. "Ah, this one came to ask Ci-shimei for a favor."
"Of course, what can this one help with?"
Before Shen Yuan could even try to voice the question appropriately, Luo Binghe, having seen Shen Yuan's inherent nervousness, decided to take over. "We came to ask for your blessing with our marriage." Blunt and straight to the point!
Shen Yuan couldn't tell if he wanted to scold Luo Binghe for saying it so bluntly or thank him for saying it for him, but regardless, his face paled, and he couldn't bear to look at his Shimei.
"Ah, is that all? I thought you two were married already?" Ci Qinglong huffed.
"Shimei!" Shen Yuan screeched, whirling around to face his sect sister. "What is that supposed to mean!?"
Ci Qinglong laughed at his reaction, rolling her eyes fondly as she affectionately poked the crease in Shen Yuan's brow. "Xiao-shixiong, how was I not to assume, that one over there has been courting you since he was of age!" Shen Yuan's eyes widened at that and he hesitantly glanced at Luo Binghe: who shrugged nonchalantly and nodded.
Ci Qinglong chuckled at the lack of denial and continued her teasing. "Not to mention I was there was he announced you were a fated pair. I know Xiao-shixiong was never well versed in most relationships, so I assumed that you both had secretly eloped when you went missing, only to return and try to explain your "engagement" to everyone else sometime later." She said 'engagement' with air quotes, and Shen Yuan felt his face heat up both in shame and annoyance.
"That's such a bold accusation!" He shouted. "You never even saw us interact aside from the time he was a Bai Zhan Peak Disciple! I'm no pervert!"
Ci Qinglong laughed at him again and this time poked his cheek. "Xiao-shixiong of course it wasn't you! I was talking about him! Even Qi Qingqi knew! We saw it especially that time when we were heading to the Immortal Alliance Conference!"
Shen Yuan groaned, taking a step back to rub his eyes. "Shimei...will you just say yes to the blessing and let go of your teasing?"
"Ah, Xiao-shixiong is so thin-faced! Of course, I'll give you both my blessing, I just have something to ask." At this, she turned to Luo Binghe fully for the first time, and in a stern voice said, "Look me in the eyes, boy."
Luo Binghe raised a brow at her tone but otherwise looked her in the eyes. To most, the bestial appearance of the woman's eyes and a few of her other features such as her teeth and her claw-like nails were enough to make anyone cower from her gaze. However, Luo Binghe was a far greater beast than she.
After a bout of silence of unrelenting staring, Ci Qinglong suddenly looked away with a wide grin. I see why you're fated, your soul feels just as old as Xiao-shixiong, truly made for each other." She laughed off her statement, waving them along to follow her while Luo Binghe watched the woman walk away with a confused expression.
"Yuan-ge, how did she–."
"I've learned not to question it." Shen Yuan answered quickly.
The two followed the woman to the rainbow bridge that was connected to Ling Shou, letting her lead the rest of the way until they arrived in Qiong Ding. "Wait right now?" Shen Yuan asked.
Shit! He hadn't even had the chance to change or plan out what he was going to say!
"Of course, besides, there's no point in waiting so long." She chuckled as if it were obvious.
When they ventured closer, a few disciples stopped for a moment to stare. Some were surprised to see Luo Binghe and others were more focused on the fact that their Shishu was dressed in demon attire! Shen Yuan huffed softly once they made it to the Qiong Ding Fortress, trying to dispel his anxiety, they had an agreement, and Luo Binghe had now lived up to every part of it. Still, Shen Yuan would prefer if his brothers wouldn't act like they were reluctantly handing him over to the claws of a beast.
Luo Binghe sneakily leaned closer to Shen Yuan, just enough that he could place a chaste kiss on the Peak Lord's temple, enough to startle him out of his anxiety-induced thoughts, and instead turn his attention to trying to wither the Demon Lord's shamelessness with a glare that bore no heat behind it.
"A-Yuan," Shen Qingqiu suddenly spoke up, catching his attention to realize that they had entered the foyer of the home. The First Peak Lord of Qing Jing eyed his brother skeptically at the sight of what he was wearing. While it was far better in his personal opinion in comparison to what he was wearing the day of the battle, he still wasn't sure how he favored his brother in black. "Sit down then."
Shen Yuan was quick to do so, Luo Binghe sitting down at his side brazenly, poorly suppressing a smirk as he watched Shen Qingqiu take a seat next to Yue Qingyuan across the table. Ci Qinglong took a seat next to Shang Qinghua: who had gotten there with Tianlang-Jun and Su Xiyan not long before the other three arrived, the four sat in the middle of the table on either side while Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe sat at the end of the table side by side, the Sect Leader and Qing Jing Peak Lord at the head.
With a heavy inhale, Yue Qingyuan smiled at them all, greeting them respectfully. "Thank you for coming," he addressed Tianlang-Jun and Su Xiyan specifically, doing the same with Ci Qinglong and Shang Qinghua before addressing Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe. "I believe there was something you wanted to tell us?"
Luo Binghe's chest practically puffed out from pride, he had endured long enough, and he planned to enjoy the fruits of his labor, especially when it came to watching that stubborn old hard-ass Shen Qingqiu finally admit defeat. "I have met every one of Yue-Zhangmen's conditions, I have obeyed every term, and I have fulfilled every agreement." He nodded to Shang Qinghua and Ci Qinglong with a diplomatic expression before smirking as he looked back at the older brothers. "I believe there is nothing more to say."
Yue Qingyuan stayed silent for a moment, looking between his Shidi and Shimei individually before mulling things over. With only a glance at Shen Qingqiu and the scowl on his face, Yue Qingyuan knew that it was right. He had to admit that he was rather impressed with Luo Binghe's perseverance, well over six months had passed and he and his Xiao-jiu had been incredibly strict when it came to their terms and conditions, not even relenting a little when it had been their A-Yuan who sometimes tried to initiate some sort affection between the two of them, even something as innocent as hand holding was strictly off limits.
If he was being honest, he had made those terms with the idea that Luo Binghe wouldn't be able to hold out, perhaps reveal his true nature to his Didi, and let his little brother decide for himself how he would wish to proceed upon seeing that Luo Binghe was unable to meet the terms and conditions of their agreement. It wasn't that he wanted his Didi's relationship to fail, but he had reason to worry, and this had been one of the only ways to see if Luo Binghe was truly after him for the right reasons. So, he was rather surprised that not only had Luo Binghe followed the rules to the letter, but he had indeed amended his diplomatic relationships with the other sects, rebuilding everything that was damaged in the battle from the efforts of his forces within the Demon Realm, and had even gotten two Peak Lords to agree to willingly come and give their blessings.
He was impressed, if not a little relieved to see that his Didi's tastes at least weren't in terrible men, but he was a big brother—father—and he had every right to worry. So, with a calm smile, he looked over at his A-Yuan and asked, "Does A-Yuan still wish to proceed?"
Shen Yuan understood that look in his Qi-ge's eyes, he knew that burned bridges would be slow to rebuild, but he was grateful that his brothers were at least trying. "I do, Qi-ge."
"Then," pausing to sigh in a tired way that Tianlang-Jun laughed sympathetically at. "You both have my blessing."
Shen Yuan smiled and nodded gratefully at his Qi-ge before turning to his Gege hopefully. Technically, there was nothing Shen Qingqiu could do to stop this from happening, he could either join the bandwagon or just stay in denial for the rest of his immortal life, but upon meeting his A-Yuan's face, he only sighed and the heavy crease in his brow relented, making way for a calm and thoughtful expression. "You both are ready for this?"
Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan both were a little startled at such a thoughtful expression but nodded in confirmation.
"Very well," Shen Qingqiu relented, reaching over to pat Yue Qingyuan's hand sympathetically. "When do you want the wedding?"
The wedding was in the dead of winter, they had announced the date early that previous summer and had planned for it for the next six months.
Every little detail was under scrutiny, while only those who held the station and power to be invited, and close family and friends would be invited to the actual ceremony, it was still a grand occasion for both realms For both the Demon and the Human realms, they were truly building the beginning of bonds and ties between the two realms that would hopefully lead to a peaceful future.
While Shen Yuan hadn't been all that picky when it came to the decor or how things looked, only caring about how the day would go, how he was to prepare himself personally, and anything else he should remember when it came to formalities so he didn't make a fool of himself the day of, Luo Binghe had been positively raving about everything. There had been more than a few times that Shen Yuan would quietly make the joke to himself that between the two of them, the bridezilla was in fact Luo Binghe.
The groomzilla.
He had pushed himself into a coughing fit a few times when he had humored himself with the thought.
His brothers were helpful throughout the time, helping him figure out different customs for both demon and human weddings, how they would integrate both cultures into it, and if any extra steps would need to be added. Shang Qinghua and Su Xiyan especially had been of great help, Tianlang-Jun offered insight wherever he could, but primarily stuck to helping his son with preparations while the rest of them handled formalities.
It had only been when deciding the outfits that there had actually been some discourse.
Not between him and Luo Binghe mind you! As he said, he didn't give a damn what he wore or what he looked like! It had truthfully been between Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe. When going over the options for the ceremonial robes, they both butted heads terribly, until Yue Qingyuan had to get involved to smooth things over.
In the end, the decision had been left up to Shen Yuan, which he didn't mind, but found rather ridiculous.
They would only be wearing these things once! What was the point in getting so bent out of shape over it!?
Regardless, he did his best, even though he thought that Luo Binghe should have still been in the room with him and the seamstress when he was speaking with her about patterns, designs, fabrics, jewelry, and other such things. He didn't have the keenest eye for fashion, and he didn't particularly trust himself, so he had relied on the saintly woman and her patience with him heavily until the decisions had been made.
And of course, now that the terms and conditions were met, Luo Binghe did not once limit himself to the positively ridiculous amount of physical affection he practically demanded from his soon-to-be bride. Whenever given the chance, he would pout until Shen Yuan rolled his eyes at him and patted his head or kissed his cheek, and if they were in public an arm was always either around Shen Yuan's waist or a hand holding his.
At first, Shen Yuan had thought it was a little embarrassing and scolded Luo Binghe for the shamelessness, but eventually, he grew so used to it that whenever he had to venture outside of Cang Qiong or the palace and Luo Binghe was not with him, he always felt a phantom jerk in his hand or around his waist and he'd instinctively look for wherever he had gone.
It...was humiliating the first few times he realized it, and had thoroughly complained to the Demon Lord and blamed him wholeheartedly for getting him "addicted."
Luo Binghe was not apologetic in the least as he apologized profusely to Shen Yuan until the Peak Lord relented and let that sticky disciple of his wrap his arms around him again and kiss his forehead in apology.
Of course, it was true that he hadn't been worried or all that concerned when it came to preparations for the imperial wedding, but upon waking up the day of, only to look over in his bed, in their lovely little home that Luo Binghe had built, and realize that his sticky disciple was not in the house, but instead Shang Qinghua was the one waking him up instead of the Demon Lord to a few pokes to the face rather than soft kisses, he felt the anxiety settle in.
"Come on bro! Xiyan said that she'd be here in an hour or so to help you get ready, until then, I think Zhangmen-shixiong and Shen-shixiong will be stopping by shortly to see you while we eat some breakfast beforehand." Shang Qinghua said chirpily as Shen Yuan slowly pushed himself out of bed.
Oh gods, he wasn't getting cold feet, was he!?
Shang Qinghua seemed to notice his quietness and turned around to see the pale face of his friend. "Whoa! Cucumber bro! Are you feeling okay?"
Shen Yuan groaned and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hand. "I don't know! I just woke up and I already feel anxious!"
Shang Qinghua winced sympathetically and took a seat next to him, patting his back. "Are you getting cold feet?"
"I swear to the heavens I don't care what this is, I will not let it be cold feet!" Shen Yuan hissed, more so toward himself than at his friend.
Though Shang Qinghua only laughed at his outburst, patting his back a little harder then. "Then it's definitely not cold feet! It's just wedding day jitters, I've heard of everyone getting them. Besides, you know how bad Luo Binghe's anxiety is, just imagine what he's thinking right now!"
"He's...He's probably thinking I have cold feet." Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh at himself and at Luo Binghe.
"Exactly!" Shang Qinghua chuckled, grabbing a sweet steam bun and taking a bite before grabbing another and handing it to Shen Yuan. "Here, he was so insistent this morning that he make breakfast for you, hope you don't mind if I steal a few of these though, they are so damn good." As he said this, he took another bite of the steam bun and moaned dramatically.
Shen Yuan laughed at him and rolled his eyes, taking a bit of his as he made his way over to the low table to eat with his friend. "Of course, he still cooked on his wedding day."
"I know right!" Shang Qinghua laughed, this time stealing the bowl of rice and almonds with fresh green scallions on top. "Who cooks on their wedding day? If it were me, I wouldn't even lift a finger until it was time to walk down the aisle!"
"You're just lazy!" Shen Yuan scoffed, taking another steam bun for himself and he snatched the bowl of congee before his thief of a friend could.
"Not lazy," he swallowed his mouthful of rice before saying, "I just know when is the best time to conserve my energy!"
They went back and forth like that well into the morning until the table was cleared and Shen Yuan rose once again to get himself ready. He stepped into the bath to clean himself and wash his hair before tying a loose robe around himself while he used his Qi to dry his hair before putting the oils in. The process of putting his hair into the proper style of bun and braids was horrendous, and he was about to just say to hell with it when Shang Qinghua knocked on the door.
"Xiao-shixiong! Xiyan is here!"
"Oh thank the heavens," Shen Yuan sighed as he opened the door, smiling sheepishly when Su Xiyan smirked at him knowingly. "Xiyan, please help."
Snorting at the poor man's distress, she led him to sit down at the foot of the bed while she sat on top of the sheets as she began to comb his hair and braid it before putting it into a tight bun, placing a few golden hairpins in his hair to keep it all together before attaching the large headdress to the pins.
It wasn't of terrible weight, and it wasn't uncomfortable, but Shen Yuan knew good and well from looking at it for so long a few nights ago that it was rather flashy. It was golden, of course, but from where it was attached to his hair in the back, it reached upward until two golden chains linked at the front of his forehead before reaching back once again to connect with the base and finally reached up into the sky like a blooming flower on both sides.
Su Xiyan hummed appreciatively once she was done, turning him around to face her as she smiled. "Yuan-er looks positively lovely." She tilted his head up a little to make sure no hair or pin was out of place before taking his hand and helping him stand. "Let's get you in your robes now."
Shen Yuan nodded as Shang Qinghua came over with the red and gold robes in hand, and for the first time since seeing them the day they arrived, Shen Yuan was truly grateful that he had been the one to design them. Layer after layer was put on meticulously, even the red sock to match had been carefully put on, and when they got the the final outer robe, Shen Yuan could truly appreciate his choices.
The embroidery wasn't anything too gauzy, and it was nothing more than the design of the dragon and of the phoenix with embroidered lotuses on the sleeves. But he enjoyed how it looked, and he couldn't help but distantly imagine what Luo Binghe looked like in his.
He had been about to ask Su Xiyan to help him with the veil when a knock came on the door, and Shang Qinghua answered it hurriedly. Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan entered rather hurriedly but paused when they saw Shen Yuan. "Ah, Qi-ge! Gege!" Shen Yuan smiled, grateful that he was able to see his brothers before the ceremony.
Shen Qingqiu hurriedly stepped forward, taking ahold of his hands as he looked Shen Yuan over, checking each hairpin and tie before settling to cup his A-Yuan's face with pursed lips and misty eyes. "How does A-Yuan feel?" Shen Yuan smiled at the question and reached out to hug his brother, reaching out once again over his shoulder to Yue Qingyuan who was hiding his tears.
When the Sect Leader joined the hug, sniffly softly when Shen Yuan reached up and wrapped his arm around his Qi-ge's shoulders, he said, "I feel excited, but also ready to get this over with." Shen Yuan laughed, while he was excited and happy, he wasn't a fan of such extravagant things and wanted to finally have his time of peace and quiet with his husband.
Shen Qingqiu scoffed at him and Yue Qingyuan laughed understandably. The three parted only for a moment to take a look at each other. "As long as A-Yuan is happy, that is all that matters." Yue Qingyuan stated resolutely as he cupped his Didi's face, kissing his forehead gently while Shen Qinqiu nodded stiffly.
With a sly grin, Shen Qingqiu said, "However, if an accident happens to occur tonight to that husband of yours, then we will also completely understand."
"Gege!" Shen Yuan huffed playfully, chuckling when he saw his brother laugh.
From there on, the bridal procession went to the temple for the ceremony. Shen Yuan could admit that a good bit of it went by in a hazy red blur once the veil had been placed over his face and his brothers led him through the temple until they reached the aisle, and he was passed over to a familiar warmth and strong arm.
He couldn't see him well, but Shen Yuan could already tell that Luo Binghe looked beautiful.
The ceremony went without a single problem.
They took their vows, they washed each other's hands, they drank the wine, they took their bows, they each cut a lock of each other's hair and put it in a small silk pouch, and they tied the sash. Cheers of congratulations rang out, and Shen Yuan blinked rapidly when Luo Binghe lifted the veil to reveal his unfairly handsome face.
Now how was that fair? Luo Binghe already looked stunning on a day-to-day basis but dressed in his wedding finery, he looked even better!
Luo Binghe saw his adoring gaze and chuckled as he leaned forward to kiss Shen Yuan's lips chastely. "A-Yuan looks beautiful."
"As does Binghe..." Shen Yuan murmured before pouting slightly, catching the Demon Lord off guard. "But how is it fair that you look even better in red?" They were whispering to each other, leading the way to the grand hall where the reception was being held, Luo Binghe was leading him by the arm, and he could only stare at the devilshly handsome face of his now-husband.
Luo Binghe laughed at his grumbling, leaning down again to nose at Shen Yuan's temple. "I was going to ask, A-Yuan the same thing."
The reception was set to last well into the night, and Shen Yuan personally didn't want to stick around for it. He and Luo Binghe had already discussed it before the wedding, and they both agreed to leave after a few hours of playing the part and keeping up with formalities before taking their leave.
Just as they planned, they left not long before the sun began to set to the west, leaving the grand reception to fend for themselves until the guards would either escort them to the guest wing where many were staying or those who could, would take their leave and return home.
Luo Binghe snuck them into the hallway and used Xin Mo to open a portal to their home, leaving them standing in the middle of their bedroom as Shen Yuan laughed in hysterical relief. "Ah thank the heavens, come on, let's get out of these heavy things!" He was sick of it okay!? He had played his part, and now he wanted to be in something far less heavy than his wedding robes!
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Luo Binghe put up no resistance, but before Shen Yuan could even begin to undress, the Demon Lord took him by the waist and surged forward into a heavy kiss, one filled with pent-up passion and desire. Inexperienced, Shen Yuan was only able to open his mouth when Luo Binghe's tongue prodded for entrance and gripped the silk robes in his hands as his breath was stolen by the masterful mouth of his husband.
Mist began to gather in his eyes at the lack of air, so he reached up and grabbed what he could of Luo Binghe's hair and pulled back as he did the same, gasping heavily when they parted. "Ah…Bing–Binghe…I-." He was silenced with a gentle and sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he was being led to sit on the bed.
"Don't worry, A-Yuan, this disciple knows to take things slowly, if A-Yuan is uncomfortable with anything, please tell this husband and he will stop right away." Shen Yuan flushed at the term husband but otherwise said nothing in protest as Luo Binghe sat next to him and began the slow and tedious process of taking out every hairpin before gently removing the headpiece. Shen Yuan reached up to do the same with the mianguan Luo Binghe wore, but could only take out a few hairpins when Luo Binghe began to undo his hair entirely, undoing the bun and the braids as he massaged his scalp so it wouldn't be tender from such a tight hairdo.
It was hard not to relax into the massage, but the sight of only one-half of Luo Binghe's hair being undone urged him forward. He grabbed the man by the collar of his robes, using his momentum to switch their places so he instead stood in between Luo Binghe's legs rather than the other way around. "Let this one take it out for you, if it would hurt me it would hurt you." Shen Yuan ordered, earning only a delighted hum in response as Luo Binghe's arms wrapped around his waist and his head rested against Shen Yuan's chest.
For a moment, he had become so focused on taking down the intricate headpiece and the small braids in Luo Binghe's hair that he hadn't noticed the front of the opening of his robes, not until he felt a warm slide against the column of his neck and he shivered, almost jumping back from surprise if not for the arms around the waist.
"Binghe…" Shen Yuan murmured, turning his face away when he felt the man's tongue run across that juncture between the column of his neck and his collarbone. It felt…strangely good.
Luo Binghe only hummed in response, this time tugging Shen Yuan close enough to pull him into his lap. Gentle kisses shared soon turned into a heady exchange of tongue and a bit of teeth, and before he even noticed, he had been stripped nearly completely bare lest of his trousers and socks. The sudden realization of their position dawned on him, and he suddenly felt…incredibly nervous and inadequate.
It wasn't that he didn't want this! He had even taken to reading a few…ahem, manuals on the subject beforehand, but now that he was in the moment, and with the knowledge of all of Luo Binghe's past lovers, how couldn't he feel less than adequate in comparison? His inability was rather pathetic, he was…how old again? Considering both of his lives, he didn't even know how to correctly initiate it without being awkward! What if…what if Luo Binghe didn't like it?
Teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and the whimper that tore through his throat was entirely involuntary. "I can hear A-Yuan worrying, what is he focusing on other than this husband?" No matter how many times Luo Binghe used it, he didn't think he'd ever be able to hear the word 'husband,' without flushing.
Like hell, he was telling though! So, with a determined expression, Shen Yuan pushed himself up and initiated the kiss this time, likewise tugging and pulling at Luo Binghe's robes until he was able to see unblemished skin reveal itself from under the curtain of red. He felt rather proud of himself for having surged forward so headstrong, so he continued to keep tugging until he saw the scar on Luo Binghe's chest.
He pulled himself away, despite the tug Luo Binghe gave to his waist to push him further onto his lap. However, when his hand ghosted over the scar, brow deepening into a deep curve as his lips pursed, Luo Binghe immediately understood and placed his hand over the one Shen Yuan had on the scar, just as he placed his hand over the scar in the middle of the Peak Lord's chest.
"This one wanted the scar to always have something of Shizun…" He trailed off slightly, raven hair framing his face as he met the complex gaze of the man he was now able to call his husband. "Shizun has the scar I gave him, so I likewise will always keep the one he gave me."
Shen Yuan reached up and flicked his forehead, scrunching his nose as he said, "Scar or no scar, what do you need for that to have something of me when I am here? Have I said I will leave? Did I not just marry you?"
Luo Binghe smiled at the statement, hugging Shen Yuan tightly as he said, "This disciple is foolish Shizun," as he spoke he leaned forward again and this time no longer just dragged his tongue across Shen Yuan's throat, grazing fangs and teeth against the pale skin, leaving red marks in their wake until he nipped at the mole behind Shen Yuan's ear, reveling when he felt the man shudder and breath stutter.
Suddenly, Shen Yuan pushed him back again, and Luo Binghe nearly tried to bite the man's neck in retribution. When the Peak Lord then set to work reducing Luo Binghe to a similar state of undress as him, the Demon Lord could only grin at the apparent eagerness.
But when he had attempted to catch his beloved's face; which had been hidden in his shoulder as Shen Yuan meticulously pulled off the layers of the wedding garb until they both were left in nothing but their trousers, he saw the anxious glare that made his eyes squint and made his gaze appear far away from his thoughts.
It was likewise easy to startle him, tugging his bride completely on his lap until his legs straddled his waist and Shen Yuan had no other choice but to look at him. "If A-Yuan, does not want this, then we will not do it." His statement was stern and resolute, but Shen Yuan quickly groaned and shook his head.
He really didn't want to admit it aloud!
"A-Yuan," Luo Binghe crooned, trying to get his love to look him in the eye. "Tell me what bothers you, I will make it better."
There really was no getting out of explaining, was there? Gathering his courage, Shen Yuan explained himself. "This Master isn't…as well versed in these sorts of things…I don't know what I'm doing and…I'm worried about ruining it." As he admitted it, his cheeks burned and he really couldn't keep Luo Binghe's gaze, so he instead looked down where their naked chests were only a hairsbreadth apart and the only cloth that separated them was the thin fabric of their trousers.
Scratch that! Don't look down! Look anywhere but down! Immediately, he buried his face in the Demon Lord's shoulder, trying to ground himself on the scent of bitter almonds and smoky woods trying to depict every mild and sweet undertone of lotus and jasmine he could find.
However, patience had never been one of Luo Binghe's strong suits, and as such wasted no time before flipping their positions with Luo Binghe now knelt in between Shen Yuan's legs, while his thighs rested on his hips. A heady and overbearing feeling began to pull low in his stomach the moment he saw Shen Yuan splayed out on the bed, flushed a beautiful pink already, and gazing at him…so trustingly. He looked a little surprised by the sudden change, not entirely against it, and just…watched him, waiting with blatant trust for Luo Binghe to do anything to him.
It was maddening.
His teeth immediately found the pale and subtle skin of the Peak Lord's neck, biting and nipply wherever he gained the most reaction, which happened to be most behind his Yuan-ge's ear right at his mole, and at the juncture between his collarbones and neck.
Right, where his scent glands reside, and right where that addicting scent of bamboo and vanilla seemed to heighten, sweeten even. It took a great deal of self-restraint to remind himself to take things slowly, while he was experienced and knew just how one was to pleasure their bed partner; his A-Yuan did not have such experience, and he wanted his first time to be one to remember now for how terrible it was, but instead of how addicting.
Besides, there would soon be a lovely and deep scar on that neck by the end of the night regardless, he planned to have every right to call his A-Yuan his mate, and claiming him in every way possible would be the key to just that.
"This Binghe will help A-Yuan, he doesn't have to worry, he could do nothing to ruin this." He took Shen Yuan's hand and pressed it against his heart. "As long as I have my love, it will be perfect, just allow me to show you." He had met it in a flirtatious sense, awaiting either the flick to the forehead or the grumble of embarrassment as his A-Yuan would turn his head away from him and try to cover his face.
Instead, Shen Yuan…smiled, genuinely and oh so trustingly…smiled at him. "Then…Then I hope Binghe can teach me well then. He can do as he likes." It had taken quite a bit of courage to say that, but Shen Yuan truly did trust Luo Binghe when it came to this, if anyone knew how sex worked, it had to be him, right? It was better that at least one of them wasn't entirely inexperienced.
Luo Binghe, however, could only stare down at his Yuan-ge adoringly, while he smiled at Binghe, there was such clear genuine, innocent, nervousness that made his legs twitch and his shoulders ache uncomfortably from his restrainment, but Shen Yuan had still placed his trust in him, handing over his heart and just…trusting him with it. Oh…Oh, how he wanted to ruin him. Taint him and paint every expanse of pale skin that he touched black until there was nothing left for anyone to look at, until it was only him, only them, and only their love.
"A-Yuan…" Luo Binghe groaned, having no other choice but to bury his face in soft inky black hair to compose himself. He wanted to respect his Yuan-ge and make sure that his first time was slow and gentle, he didn't want to hurt him. But with the things his beloved was saying…composure was seldomly kept. "This disciple doesn't want to hurt you, but when you say such things…"
Shen Yuan scoffed at him, wrapping his arms around broad shoulders that felt warm to the touch, and he couldn't help the pleasant chill that ran down his spine at the realization of the vast temperature differences. While Shen Yuan always seemed to run naturally chill like the waters of a river in the early spring, Luo Binghe ran warm like a summer's day. "Binghe speaks as if this Master is made of glass. I will not break from some rough treatment, Binghe can do as he wishes, I'll be fine." That was the straw that broke the dragon's back.
Given all the permission he needed, Luo Binghe stopped resisting himself.
Shen Yuan shrieked when the chill air suddenly hit his bare legs, and he instinctively tried to close his legs to hide himself, only to realize that his thighs still rested on Luo Binghe's waist, and it had been his trousers that were ripped clean off without warning. He wasn't given the time to be embarrassed or scold Luo Binghe for such bold actions when fangs poked his bottom lip and a hot tongue swept the inside of his mouth, every corner until he could practically taste the wine that had been served at the reception on Lou Binghe's tongue.
He had been slowly falling into a blissfully foggy state of find from such an overwhelming kiss, only trying to keep his arms around the Demon Lord's shoulders to ground himself out of principality and not want. But that blissful fog leveled through with a sudden and extremely searing hot roll of pleasure up his spine when the base of his cock was grabbed and stroked in a way he hadn't ever tried with himself.
The few times he had the chance or the energy to do something so debauched in the privacy of his own room, it was only quick little sessions out of necessity and left him feeling rather empty afterward. As though he had an inch on his back that he had been scratching insistently for all over his back without once reaching the spot he desperately needed it until that itch just faded away unsatisfied. In his past life, he had of course as any hormonal teenager, experimented with what he liked, but it was normally a similar outcome, and there had been so few times in his life back then that he hadn't been sick that something as mundane as searching for one's own desires fulfillment seemed rather inconsequential.
But this…what Luo Binghe was doing, was entirely different, and it…it felt good, too good! He had to screw his eyes shut to focus on staying grounded, every noise that left his mouth was swallowed by the tongue that was still sweeping over the roof of his mouth, letting drool slip past his lips and down his chin in such a messy way. There was a hot pressure building in his abdomen, and he knew what this meant. Was that all it really took to get him off? A few heady kisses and a handjob by the most beautiful man in the world? Did that make him easy, or complicated to please?
Regardless, he didn't want to cum yet, so with as much agility he was able to muster he opened his legs a little wider and arched his back until he felt the head of his cock brush against silk trousers and the monstrous head of that confined beast twitch in interest once Shen Yuan brushed against it. Luo Binghe's hand stilled for a moment, groaning at the sudden friction as he pulled his tongue from Shen Yuan's mouth, letting the Peak Lord give his piece.
"Binghe…wi-with me, do it with me." He already sounded debauched, but he couldn't care much. That warm hand was still wrapped tightly around his cock, and he just needed something to finally push himself over that edge, and he wanted Lou Binghe to feel what he felt, even if he couldn't reciprocate to the same extent, he wanted to see this husband of his feel as good as he was making Shen Yuan feel.
So, with the brazenness of someone entirely different, he reached down until his hand cupped the bulge in Luo Binghe's trousers. He was about to say something along the lines of an order when Luo Binghe reduced his trousers to a similar state he had done Shen Yuan's and tossed them aside before grabbing both his and Shen Yuan's cocks in one hand and stroking roughly.
He couldn't even keep his back straight once the Demon Lord set the pace, he knew that Luo Binghe's dick was renowned as the Heavenly Pillar for its size, but now that it was pressed up against him like this, warm and veiny against his…how the hell was he supposed to take that thing!? It was going to kill him! Regardless of his anxieties, he couldn't deny the positively delicious chills of pleasure that coarse up through his spine into his brain, turning his head to mush and his limbs to noodles.
Taking the opportunity of Shen Yuan's thrown back head, Luo Binghe squeezed the both of them a little harder as he marked his claim on the pale smooth skin, dark love bites left in his wake as he used his free hand to reach up and tug one of Shen Yuan's nipples.
The response he received only served to egg him on. "Ag-Agh! Ah…Ah…Bing-Binghe!"
Who was he to deny such a lovely cry? He doubled his pace and wrapped his lips around one of those rosy buds, suckling and biting one as he worked the other to the same state of soreness and swollen with his fingers, switching on periodically every time he felt that hot pleasure in his gut pool just a little higher and every time his A-Yuan let out a particularly breathless moan.
He felt his orgasm coming closer, so, detaching his lips from that swollen bud, he pushed himself closer until every time Shen Yuan squirmed or his hips jerked involuntarily it only served to push their cocks closer together. At this point, Shen Yuan was barely holding on as it was, with his hand barely able to hang onto broad shoulders, he looked every bit the part of a debauched beauty. "Will A-Yuan cum with me? Please, Shizun? Cum with me, let me see your face."
A high and breathy whine tore through his throat, his toes curled, and despite wanting to say something against the vulgar talk, he couldn't hold out any longer and came with a shout. His and Luo Binghe's spend mixed together on their chests, but Shen Yuan couldn't find the energy to care as he was left floating in a pleasurable daze.
Only to be torn out of that haze when something smooth and warm glided against his hole. At first, he didn't understand what it was, and he was about to try and reopen his eyes to look at Luo Binghe for answers when that smooth and warm thing suddenly divulged into him. He shrieked from shock immediately reaching down to grab whatever it was that breached his most sacred place, only to grab a handful of soft and curly locks.
He had enough sense to feel a little mortified, wasn't that dirty!? How could Luo Binghe just…just stick his head down there and then breach that place with his tongue! He tried to call out for him, but his tone began to change significantly the longer this went on. "Bing–...Ah! Binghe! You-You're! I…ugh, ah…do-don't stop, please…please, don't stop!" Despite saying this, it was as if he couldn't control his body, and he tried to shimmy away from the onslaught of pleasure. He really couldn't tell if he wanted to push further into it, or if he wanted to try and run away from it! Regardless, the choice was made for him as he was held down by a firm hand around his waist.
Luo Binghe grinned from his place between his beloved's legs—the best place to ever be, in his personal opinion—He needed to loosen his A-Yuan up if he were ever to take him, but this had just seemed like a better way to do it. Not after long of growing used to his tongue and a single finger, Luo Binghe slowly began with two fingers, then three, and then four had joined that tongue inside of him, his softened cock began to fill out once again, and Shen Yuan was defenseless against the sudden onslaught of pleasure that washed over him when Luo Binghe's tongue and fingers both hit that certain spot inside of him, and his vision whited out as he cried out only one name. "Binghe!"
He was left panting and whimpering softly as the fingers inside him didn't still, instead continuing to stretch him far past his limits, weakly he called out, "Binghe…ah, no more…can't, I really can't." The fingers that had been stretching him open pulled out with a wet sound that made Shen Yuan's ears burn, but when Luo Binghe emerged from between milky thighs, chin shimmering with fluid that Shen Yuan dared not to name, he understood the appeal wholeheartedly.
His Binghe really…looked so good like this.
"Can A-Yuan do one more?" He asked as he hovered over Shen Yuan, the shadow of his silhouette cast Shen Yuan in darkness, but found that he didn't quite mind. Despite his jelly-like limbs, Shen Yuan pushed himself to sit up, even when Luo Binghe tried to urge him back down again.
Using that to his advantage, he flipped their positions for real this time and straddled Luo Binghe's waist with a determined expression. "I want to do it…all the way with you…" As he said this, he truly got a good look at the heavenly pillar that was standing proudly against Luo Binghe's abs. The bulging muscles that contracted and flexed with every movement he made only made the need in Shen Yuan's belly burn brighter. He had already cum twice because of Luo Binghe and yet….he still wanted more.
Luo Binghe stared in both amazement and pure adulterous hunger. "Is A-Yuan sure?" This was the only warning he could give, it was already a struggle enough to not just take his love by his waist—his sinfully narrow waist—and just slam him down onto his cock, forcing him to take it even if he was not ready, and leave his A-Yuan unable to do or say anything but cry and scream for him and his cock.
He needed to be sure that his A-Yuan would be okay first. He never wanted to hurt him.
"Binghe…" Shen Yuan huffed, he couldn't bear to say it outright, it was just too embarrassing, so he could only manage. "Husband, please…please, just do it already."
He needed no further prompting. Taking the Peak Lord's waist in hand, Luo Binghe used his other to lead the head of his cock to the puffy entrance, still slik and warm from his ministrations only moments ago, and now it stretched wide and beautifully around his length. Shen Yuan gasped at the size, despite having seen it and felt it for himself against his own slowly hardening cock, he hadn't been prepared for the overwhelming yet positively mind-numbing feeling it was to be so….full.
He had only made it half down on the heavenly pillar when he could barely hold himself up any longer. His thighs shook and he had to dig his nails into Luo Binghe's shoulders to keep himself steady. "A-Yuan, baobei…you feel so good, so warm, so perfect. Just for me, baobei." He was muttering nonsense and Shen Yuan could only whine at the praise. Finally, his legs had grown too weak, and he forewent his plans of taking it all slowly as he slammed himself down the rest of the way, screaming when he felt the bulbous head hit that sensitive spot inside of him, head on while the rest of the heavenly pillar stretched him wide enough to make every voice and every worry silence itself, leaving only a fuzzy haze in its wake.
Luo Binghe groaned deeply when Shen Yuan dropped down on the rest of his length, his hips jerking weakly every time he felt his love's hole flex and clench against him. "A-Yuan, baobei, so warm, so perfect, can you feel me everywhere now?" He pointedly pressed against the lower spot in the middle of his A-Yuan's lower belly, reveling in ecstasy when he watched as the normally well-composed Peak Lord fell apart with his mouth opened wide in a silent scream.
Shen Yuan tried to lift himself but was only able to make it far enough to roll his hips, but it wasn't enough. "Husband…Husband, please, move…something, please, please…" He was going to lose his mind, he needed Luo Binghe to move, to do something, to have his mouth on him again, anything.
He just needed him.
And who was Luo Binghe to deny the cry of mercy from his beloved A-Yuan? Bracing Shen Yuan's back with his arm, Luo Binghe pushed the man back onto his back, earning a warbled cry when he pulled out slightly, only to fold the man in half as his knees reached his ears, and Shen Yuan positively screamed when Luo Binghe slammed back inside, immediately setting a punishing pace, panting heavily against Shen Yuan's ear all the while.
"Wife…" Luo Binghe groaned, his grip on Shen Yuan's hips bruising, but the Peak Lord couldn't care as his every higher train of thought was taken by the inescapable pleasure that had practically seeped into his bloodstream and taken hold of his body and mind. "Let me claim you, let me mark you…be mine forever, let everyone see. A-Yuan…A-Yuan, please." Luo Binghe whimpered, fangs practically aching in his mouth.
Shen Yuan only heard one thing out of Luo Binghe's plea, and that had been "claim." His orgasm was staved off, his cock bouncing uselessly against his stomach, but even so, he just couldn't get there…not on his own, he needed…he needed Luo Binghe, just him, just his husband, he needed him. So, with a desperate cry, he presented his neck and clung to the sheet above his head for dear life. "Husband, husband, husband…something, please!"
That alone was invitation enough, and a scream tore through the heady air of their bedroom as fangs sunk into a pale neck, sinking deeper and deeper until it hit that final juncture and a wave of pure contentment washed over them. Shen Yuan, without thinking, sank his teeth into the same juncture only Luo Binghe's neck and came the second the fangs sunk into his neck, only able to whimper and cry out weakly around the grip his teeth still had on Luo Binghe's neck with each brutal and bruising thrust that came afterward.
He felt positively numb, hazy, and oh-so-perfect.
When Luo Binghe finally came with a few final hard thrusts, he slumped against Shen Yuan, making sure that neither of them was too far apart until they were both ready to release each other from their jaws. It took them both some time, licking clean each other's wounds before Luo Binghe pulled out slowly, earning a dissatisfied whine from Shen Yuan as Luo Binghe pulled him to lay on his chest and cradled him lovingly in his arms.
"Thank you, A-Yuan…my love, my light, my treasure." He kissed Shen Yuan's temple sweetly, but Shen Yuan could only hum softly in response.
"Mm, let's get cleaned up." Shen Yuan murmured, his eyes barely opened as he held onto the last shred of his consciousness.
Luo Binghe chuckled at the stubbornness and of course, obeyed, carrying Shen Yuan to the hot springs to clean the both of them up before dressing them both again and climbing into bed once again, content and at peace. "I love you, A-Yuan." Luo Binghe murmured as he watched the weak gaze his A-Yuan had to look up at him before he smiled softly.
Slumped against his husband's chest, Shen Yuan merely patted a large pec as he mumbled, "Love husband…sleep."
Luo Binghe chuckled, but otherwise did as told and wrapped his arms around Shen Yuan. "Sleep well, my love."