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Luo Binghe follows Shen Yuan into the bedroom, still on the verge of tears from how easily Shen Yuan had accepted him. He still doesn't know everything, but…he chose not to know; he chose to let Luo Binghe tell him in his own time. Even though Luo Binghe told him that he was hiding things! Even though he told him that he has powers Shen Yuan doesn’t know about!
Truly, there's no one as good as Yuan-ge, no one as kind. Luo Binghe wants to belong to him like he's never wanted anything else, wants Shen Yuan to own him and be owned in return.
"Are you hungry?" Luo Binghe asks softly. He can't bear the thought of Shen Yuan knowing want for even a moment because he had gone off to sulk. He never imagined that Shen Yuan would apologize the way he had, and he wants to bask in Shen Yuan's regard like a cat in the sun.
"I only just ate before you left earlier," Shen Yuan says, his tone teasing.
"But you don't really let yourself feed until you're full, do you?" Luo Binghe asks.
Shen Yuan smiles at him sheepishly, and Luo Binghe comes closer to hug him, pulling him tighter, then turning around so that he's now the one pulling Yuan-ge toward the bed.
His heart pounds in his chest, a rapid, off-kilter beat of excitement: not only had Yuan-ge not been repulsed by the idea that Luo Binghe had blood powers, he had asked Luo Binghe to show him. It's an act of trust and, he dares to think, affection, that he is uncertain he deserves, but will try his best to earn.
He slides his hands under Yuan-ge’s shirt, hands sliding over soft skin and the becoming-familiar contours of his body. He hopes he has the chance to learn every centimeter of Shen Yuan's skin. Shen Yuan's breath is already starting to come faster, and Luo Binghe exults at the audible proof that he is not the only one affected like this. He leans over Shen Yuan, sliding his shirt up, over the bumps of his ribs, his taut nipples, the skin pebbling at the change in temperature. "How does Yuan-ge want me?" His voice has gone softer, deeper, a tone to it that no one else but Shen Yuan will ever hear.
"Binghe truly doesn't need to feed me," Shen Yuan says gently, though not as though he’s actually protesting. "But if he wants me to…" His lips part, showing just a hint of fang. “Take off your shirt. I don’t want to stain it.”
Luo Binghe rushes to comply, pulling his shirt over his shoulders. If he happens to flex as he does so, just to watch Shen Yuan’s eyes linger on his body, that’s between him and his conscience.
Shen Yuan pulls Luo Binghe down to him, pressing his lips to the tender skin of Luo Binghe’s neck, thin and vulnerable over the blood below. Luo Binghe stretches, baring his throat to Shen Yuan's teeth, vulnerable in a way that he is for no one else. Shen Yuan can have anything he likes. He can have all of him. Luo Binghe wants, more than anything, to give himself to Shen Yuan.
Shen Yuan licks over the area he plans to bite, and even before his teeth break skin, Luo Binghe feels a familiar, pleasant euphoria spreading out from his tongue. The skin tingles pleasantly, each touch magnified, and a feeling of sweet lassitude spreads through his body, relaxing his muscles and making everything about him open to his Yuan-ge’s touch.
He could dispel it in an instant; his blood can counteract almost any intoxicant or poison, if he wants to. But because this is something that Shen Yuan has given him, he lets it spread through his body.
Perhaps it's true that there is no aphrodisiac in Luo Binghe's blood, nor Shen Yuan's saliva, but the fact that Luo Binghe is this close to Shen Yuan, and much more so, that his blood is sustaining Yuan-ge acts so powerfully to rouse Luo Binghe that it might as well be.
"Yuan-ge, please," Luo Binghe begs shamelessly
"Hush, Binghe," Shen Yuan murmurs, and then his fangs sink into Luo Binghe's throat. The euphoria and the pain together send thrills racing through his body. Shen Yuan's lips are pressed against his skin, his hands wrapped around Luo Binghe's shoulders, elegant fingers stroking bare skin. Luo Binghe braces himself on his forearms so Shen Yuan can suck his blood, Luo Binghe’s heavy weight pressing him into the bed. No doubt, Shen Yuan can feel where Luo Binghe is hard against him, and certainly, he can tell that Shen Yuan has an erection of his own, but Luo Binghe does his best to stay still instead of rocking against Shen Yuan the way he wants. His patience will be rewarded, he hopes, and besides, there's something delightful and thrilling about focusing on the pull of Yuan-ge against his neck, drawing his blood into him, something about staying still for him and denying his own pleasure, at least for now, that makes Luo Binghe feel polished and honed into a better version of himself.
Shen Yuan drinks more deeply than usual, and it makes Luo Binghe feel like he's twelve feet tall. Eventually, though, Shen Yuan pulls back to lick over the puncture wounds in Luo Binghe’s neck, soothing them closed. Between that and Luo Binghe's own healing abilities, they will be completely healed within hours. Already, the blood is slowing under Shen Yuan's tongue.
"Binghe," Shen Yuan says again, and Luo Binghe loves how throaty and satisfied he sounds. Mine, a part of his brain that he can't turn off whispers to him. He's mine.
Luo Binghe shifts, nudging a knee between Shen Yuan's legs to push them apart, the better to angle their hips together. Both of them are still wearing pants, but through the thin layers of fabric, he can feel Shen Yuan's cock pressed hard against his own. He moves most of his weight to one arm, so he can run his hand up Shen Yuan's side, lightly rubbing his thumb over his nipple as he kisses him, exulting in the taste of blood in Shen Yuan's mouth.
"You said something about blood abilities," Shen Yuan reminds him when they pull back for breath—well, for Luo Binghe’s breath, anyway. Shen Yuan is delightfully flushed, his hot eyes hazed with lust. Luo Binghe doesn't understand how every time he looks at him, he looks better to him than all the times before.
"I did," he says, unable to keep himself from thrusting forward against Shen Yuan, just a little. His cock throbs at the thought of his blood moving through Shen Yuan's body, making him react as he wills it for both of their pleasure.
He sends the blood parasites to Shen Yuan's lips, stimulating the nerve endings from the inside, a whisper-soft touch. Shen Yuan's eyes fly open, and his fingertips go to his mouth, resting gently on his lower lip, where Luo Binghe is touching him without touching him.
"Binghe," Shen Yuan breathes. "Is that you?"
"Yes," Luo Binghe says. He leans down, kissing Shen Yuan right over where his blood stirs within him. Shen Yuan sighs sweetly into his mouth, and Luo Binghe directs his blood to Shen Yuan's nipples, teasing them with a soft stroke, and then a more forceful one. Shen Yuan flushes, arching his back, pushing his chest forward into Luo Binghe’s intangible touch.
"Does Yuan-ge like it?" Luo Binghe asks. It seems clear from Shen Yuan's reaction that the sensation is positive for him, but that's not necessarily the same thing as enjoying it, and he wants to be sure.
"It feels so good," Shen Yuan says. His pupils are huge, looking up at the Luo Binghe, his irises a thin ring around them. Luo Binghe lets his hand trail down to Shen Yuan's nipple, tugging gently at it with his fingers as well as his blood parasites. Shen Yuan rocks forward, his hips seeking friction that Luo Binghe is only too happy to provide. He lets Shen Yuan rut against him for a moment, then gently peels back so that he's lying next to him instead of on top of him.
Shen Yuan's brows wrinkle. "Binghe?"
"Let me show you," Luo Binghe says, and leans forward to kiss him again, his hand still resting on Shen Yuan's chest, over his heart. He doesn't stop stimulating Shen Yuan's nipples with the blood parasites; he only adds on, layering sensation. Invisible touches trail up Shen Yuan's body, over his thighs, his shoulders—everywhere, in short, except where Shen Yuan wants it most.
"Ah," Shen Yuan pants, wild-eyed, "Binghe is cruel." But he's smiling when he says it, so Luo Binghe rewards him by bringing that feather-soft stroke of the blood parasites to his cock. His touch is light, teasing, but the sound Shen Yuan makes is almost wounded. His cock twitches through his pants, and Luo Binghe is delighted to see a faint damp spot where he’s leaking pre-come. He moves, but only so he can hook his fingers in Shen Yuan's waistband and tug his pants down and off of his legs. Shen Yuan lets him, and his cock is warm and dark and flushed with Luo Binghe’s blood. The greedy thing inside Luo Binghe hisses mine again, and Luo Binghe lets it. It's not wrong, after all. He intensifies the sensation a little, letting the blood stroke Shen Yuan in all of the places he's swollen and engorged. But he keeps his pace slow and methodical; he has plans, and he doesn't want to ruin them by being too hasty, no matter how enticing Shen Yuan looks.
Instead, he sends the blood parasites rushing into another body part, finding Shen Yuan's prostate easily from the inside. He doesn't know if this is something Shen Yuan has ever done to himself, so he keeps his touch light, stroking gently along the nerves. Shen Yuan's cock blurts more fluid, the head dark and shiny and tempting. His eyes fly wide.
"Binghe, what—?" he pants, and Luo Binghe firms up the pressure, stroking inside him and over him, stimulating his prostate and cock and nipples all at once. Shen Yuan writhes, his hips thrusting up into nothing as he tries to chase conflicting sensations.
"Does it feel good, Yuan-ge?" Binghe croons. "Do you like how it feels?" Some people are more sensitive inside, and his Yuan-ge seems to be so responsive, but he doesn't want to do anything Yuan-ge doesn't like.
"So good," Shen Yuan mumbles. "Ah, Binghe—!"
Luo Binghe leans down to kiss him. He's irresistible, and Luo Binghe himself feels hot and throbbing, not just his cock, but his entire body, as if every part of him is a tuning fork vibrating to Shen Yuan’s frequency, and his frequency only.
But it's not about him; it's about Yuan-ge. He presses harder against Shen Yuan's prostate, massaging it with his blood, and Shen Yuan's cock jerks, dripping. Binghe licks his lips.
"Binghe is…" Shen Yuan takes a long, shuddering breath, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed with pleasure, his entire body a taut string vibrating. "…so good at this," he finishes on a moan.
Luo Binghe is panting as well, deep breaths racking his chest, even though he has hardly been touched yet himself. "I'm glad it's good. I've only ever practiced on myself."
"Ah," Shen Yuan says, mouth curving up into a smile. "Ha, I bet when you discovered you could do this, you didn't leave your room for months."
Luo Binghe kisses along his collarbone. He's mostly shameless, himself, but something about Yuan-ge calling him out so casually like this makes him want to hide his face. "I did," he admits to Shen Yuan's chest.
"Binghe could do it again, right now," Shen Yuan says. "I could watch. I'd like to."
"I don't think I can do it to myself and concentrate enough to keep it feeling good for you," Luo Binghe admits.
"Then I'll do it for you." Shen Yuan fumbles Luo Binghe’s pants down to mid-thigh and wraps both hands around his cock. It feels good—it feels amazing, Yuan-ge’s touch somehow even better than ever before, because this time he's admitted he has feelings for Luo Binghe, admitted that he cares about him and doesn't want to give him away to anyone else.
"What else can you do with the blood?" Shen Yuan gasps, hand moving up and down Luo Binghe's dick, clumsy with his own desire.
Luo Binghe concentrates and pins Shen Yuan's hand in place, stilling his motion for just a moment, even though it's the last thing Luo Binghe really wants. He releases him almost immediately.
Shen Yuan's pupils dilate even further, until his eyes are black with lust. His fingers tighten around Luo Binghe's cock. "Binghe could hold me still," he breathes. "Binghe could tie me up without a single rope, and, and have his way with me." His hand moves faster on Luo Binghe, his wrist twisting, and Luo Binghe’s chest heaves, his breath coming faster. Shen Yuan looks at him with wide eyes, as Luo Binghe strokes hard against his prostate and his cock at the same time with the blood parasites. He's not put off by any of this—in fact, he seems only to be more and more into it, and Luo Binghe lets himself think about all the ways they could explore this together. His blood powers have not yet finished developing, and even he doesn't know how far they'll go. He imagines Shen Yuan tied up with thin lines of blood like ribbons, wrapped in tentacles, penetrated in every way possible all at once by Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan spattering Luo Binghe‘s face with his come—the images spin out in fragile fantasies like a multitude of soap bubbles all bursting to bring him back to his current reality and Shen Yuan's touch on him.
He reaches out and wraps his hand around Shen Yuan's dick, touching him from within and out, combining the physical sensation with a hard press from the inside against his prostate. Shen Yuan gasps, then moans, and then his body stiffens and his muscles clench as he comes. Luo Binghe is merciless, pressing against his prostate so that he comes again just when he thinks he's spent. His come is hot and wet against Luo Binghe’s hand, and Shen Yuan mouths along his jawline back to his lips to kiss him, his hand momentarily slack around Luo Binghe’s length. Luo Binghe takes his own come-streaked hand and wraps it around Shen Yuan's, thrusting up into their clasped fingers. It feels incredible, even slipperier than before. He gasps into Shen Yuan's mouth, uncoordinated in his desire, some part of him even in the middle of his pleasure simply thrilled to be holding Shen Yuan's hand. His balls tighten, pleasure racing through his veins like black fire, driving him closer and closer to the precipice, but not quite over, until—
"Binghe is so good," Shen Yuan murmurs, right next to his ear, and Luo Binghe comes, the crest of the wave breaking and crashing over him, his cock pulsing in their joined hands as he comes on Shen Yuan's stomach.
They lay for a moment together, simply holding one another, Luo Binghe’s breaths slowing.
"Shen Yuan…really likes me,” Luo Binghe says softly. His eyes prickle with tears that he furiously tries to quell, but it seems to be another thing that Shen Yuan doesn't find off-putting, because he simply kisses Luo Binghe, first on the lips, then on the forehead, then, lightly, over each eyelid. Luo Binghe’s lashes flutter at the touch. Shen Yuan's fingers run gently through his hair.
"Better than anyone else," he agrees.
Luo Binghe's heart swells, and he wraps his arms tighter Yuan-ge. He's never, never letting him go.
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Ignored and unheard in the living room, Shen Yuan’s phone beeps with the notification that he's received a new email.
Didi,
Answer your email! Word has reached me that things are heating up at the midnight court. I know you don't want to be involved, but sometimes, one can't help it. Disturbing rumors have reached me, about a name that is not unfamiliar to me.
Please make the guest room ready. Yue Qingyuan and I are coming to see you.
Ge