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The first thing Shen Yuan learned about Binghe when living with him was that he was weird about food.
Yes, it wasn't the first thing that Shen Yuan knew about Binghe, the Harem Master. He already knew some of his kinks because of the book. As well as the size of his dick, his body count (slept with or simply killed), his preferences in bed, how he seduced his wifes, those types of things, you know.
However, he lived with a real person. And, that , that was completely different. Luo Binghe was as real as Shen Yuan was. And had little quirks that made a person an actual person. It was a hard pill to swallow to transition from Lord Luo, the stallion protagonist, to Luo Binghe, his bratty boyfriend.
In the first weeks, Luo Binghe would eat like someone would take it from him. Not fast and with an air of despair. No. That would be uncouth for the Emperor of The Realms to eat like that. Binghe was an excellent actor, of course. His back was straight and the air of a disinterested nobility. ’I am better than you and this food is shit’. Just like Shen Yuan imagined him. Beautiful, really. Even if it was annoying to look in a restaurant that you wanted to take him to see the Modern World.
But, it had a possessive warning. Mine! He growled.
And, as much as Shen Yuan was an obvious person, even a blind person could see his trauma. The first time he made a meal for Luo Binghe, he could notice all the mental baggage screaming in his face.
Because, well, he was bit.
“What is this?” The Lord asked.
“This is a stove. Look, it makes fire to cook.” God, that was awkward. How the fuck do you explain modern electronics to a book character? That never happened before. I mean, not the dimensional hopping, of course it never happened before. But, the clarifying the day-by-day aspects to someone part. He would always take them for granted. It was simple things in his life. Take a shower, take a shit, cook something, watch TV. Normal things. “You can control the intensity of the flame and the temperature. And this part here is an oven, to… To bake and roast things.”
Luo Binghe simply looked at him with a disinterested gaze. As if he was a really boring insect in his shoes. Intimidated and offended, Shen Yuan´s shoulder shrank. Hey! Insects are pretty neat, protagonist! Especially those that were monsters in Proud Immortal Demon Way.
Don´t look at me like that. I am doing my best here.
“And that?”
“That is the fridge and a freezer. It… Well, one makes food cold, and the other freezes. To make them last longer? Do I need to explain to you why?” The last part was a mumble to himself.
“No need.” He raised a hand and gestured as if he wanted to swat what Shen Yuan said. “This Lord knows.” Yikes, he couldn't help but cringe. Okay, no talking to the Lord like he was a kid. Man, those fanfics made it look too easy. Not that he read them, of course. The character sighed minimally, his broad chest didn't even move. “In this Lord´s world, the Immortals used paper talismans to warm and cool the food as much as they liked.”
“Oh!” That got Shen Yuan suddenly excited. “Does it have a time programmed? I mean, pre-set? What about the temperature? Was it just paper or was there a special item? It would need QI, right? Then, how do the mortal people without it store food? Was it sold, like in the market? If so, it must be expensive as fuck. Ah, the poor would lose a lot of good food stock that could be used later…”
Man, Airplane never went into detail about daily things. I mean, the author talked about Xiao Binghe's poor early life. And, as he was a child, the narration was in the innocent eyes of a White Lotus. So, logistical and practical stuff had never been written in the narration. That was fascinating, actually. What did that world have to mimic the modern comforts?
“It was a way that the Sects -” he said as if spitting on the ground, disgusted just talking about it. “-made money. They would sell some practical talismans at a high price to the nobles. And few rich merchants, if they were especially wealthy. Huan Hua was the first to do it and the others followed, principally the other three Major Sects.”
“Oh. But, now those Sects are extinct.”
Luo Binghe smirked, proud. “Yes, indeed. This Lord made sure of that.” Chest puffed like a peacock. “Now, it is very different. After studying, this Lord noticed that the more produced, the less it costs. So, this Lord has imperial subjects that produce in a higher quantity and sell cheaper for the population. Since this Lord ascended, the number of spoiled food has decreased.”
“Holy shit…” Wow! Is that motherfucking Karl Marx´s Supply and Demand in my Xianxia Porn Book? More likely than you would think, apparently. “That's super clever, Binghe. Good job!”
Those pretty eyes analyzed him. His expression didn't change, but there was a light. Something that wasn't there before. It was pretty. “Yes, this Lord thought so too.”
“Aiah, you must be tired from using Xin Mo and coming here”, which, by the way, was fucking awesome. Shen Yuan pushed a metal stool for him to rest. “Here.”
The protagonist did sit down but didn't say thanks. Where was his courtesy? His charms? Well, Shen Yuan will work on that later if they will be living together.
“It's late..." And still Shen Yuan didn´t know why the fuck Luo Binghe was ins his house looking for him. "Would you like to have dinner? I will make something for us to eat.” Then, turned his back on cooking the most basic thing ever to be made for a guest, because he wasn't a master chef like Binghe. As much as he hates to be in the kitchen, he won´t let a guest cook. Outrageous! His Mama raised a good host, thank you very much. Even if he didn´t have people coming over here generally.
It was quite comical to see the all-powerful Luo Binghe sit on this tiny kitchen stool, he mused. He looked very much anachronistic in his modern apartment. In all his demonic glory. The huadian lit up the night with a red color. Soft in the kitchen light. Very cool. Very badass.
The protagonist was clothed in regal robes, full of layers that only nobles would wear. Black, red, gold, and white adorned his body. His guan was from pure gold, which Shen Yuan could assume with certainty. And…”Binghe, I mean, Lord Luo, my Lord… Is that a Red Blood Eyed FireBird sewn into your outer rob?”
“Yes.”
“Oh! So awesome!” He took two tomatoes, four eggs, three cloves of garlic, scallion, and sesame oil. Simple. Was that everything? Salt! “They are migratory birds, did you know? The chicks are born with black eyes, as they get older, their eyes become red like Chicken Blood Stone. Hence the name. Probably because of the Resentiful Energy in the Demon Realm, since they absorb it and became his nutritious food.”
Shen Yuan was nervous about serving food to the protagonist from a book that he liked so much. I mean, he didn't like it at all! His cutting of the ingredients was slow and careful as he talked. Everything needed to be perfect.
“Since they can be reborn in the ashes of their rotten body, they are immortal.” Fucking Phoenix knock-off. Seriously, Airplane? However, the eyes from Resentful Energy were cool. Binghe was silent during the entire time. Was he annoying him? Shen Yuan couldn´t see since his eyes focused on the garlic he was crushing. “Many Demon Lords would harvest their eyes. When you swallow it, it serves as some kind of boon to their demonic cultivation. But Red Blood Eyed FireBird are fierce and powerful, many were killed trying. Binghe, I mean, Lord Luo managed, of course.” And gave one to the Wife #287. What a waste, she didn't even appear again with her power up. “And- Oh, sorry. I got excited.” He could admit to himself that he lectured a lot when eager about a subject that he was interested in, but other people found it irritating.
“Hum.. This Lord forgives you.” Shen Yuan found himself hiding a snort in his chest. Oh, Thank You Very Much, Your Santiness.
With everything ready, Shen Yuan scrambled the eggs. Then, he took them off the frying pan and added the oil and garlic. Did he have rice in the fridge? He might have. His Er-ge was here to make sure that his San-di didn´t die. Wow. Shen Yuan really did feel loved, thanks Er-ge. Silly his big brother was. Always worrying about one thing or another. So, Shen Yuan wondered: was he going to feed the protagonist rice made two days ago by my big brother? Yeah, he was.
“Shen Yuan likes beasts.” The protagonist said with a bored voice that Shen Yuan didn't trust. A bored uo Binghe was a dangerous Luo Binghe. And, well, he could pretend like no other. Was he bored or not? Shen Yuan really could not deal with those mind games of his.
“Yes, they are interesting,” Shen Yuan said, feeling a bit overconscientious about his ramble. “Don't you think?”
He put the tomatoes in the pan and started to season them. Salt and sesame oil. It won´t be an elaborate meal, nothing that would fit an emperor. Just an omelet and tomatoes with rice. Should he have bought something online? Nah. That would take time and would be awkward as fuck.
“Some people would say they are lesser beings of life.”
Shen Yuan laughed at the ridiculousness of that opinion. “Please.” He mixed everything with gentleness to not spill on the stove. “Every form of life is precious. They, we, are in a circle of life.” And King Mufasa arrived at the scene. It's the circle of life! And it moves us all! He wanted to cackle like a madman. Of course, Binghe wouldn't understand, so he kept quiet. “A beast is no lesser being as much as you and I.”
Silence.
Shen Yuan felt that he needed to expand his opinion on it. So, he did.
“We kill the Striped Six Legged Rat and the Purple Horn Poisonous Cat dies. We kill the Purple Horn Poisonous Cat and the Striped Six-Legged Rat overpopulates. Then, they also die because they ate all the food and now it all is gone.” Shen Yuan shrugs as if to say 'What can I do?’. That was basic ecology, protagonist! He picked up the rice from the fridge, it smelled normal. “Who is the beast here? The cats? The rats? The humans who decimated the two species? They need each other. And we need them. Without the horn of the cat, we can't produce the Elixir of Swiftness. Without the rat, we don't have the horn of the cat. Besides, the cat and the rat don't care about our opinion of them. They will live in their little circle whether we, humans, like it or not.” He made a circle with his hand in the spatula, to make his point more visual.
But, when he turned to face Luo Binghe he got really anxious.
Lord Luo´s face was cold. Calculating. Like a predator waiting for the prey to start running. Those eyes, so pretty and deadly. Red as the FireBird´s one. “So, Shen Yuan is kind.” He tilted his head to the side. Like. If he changed his angle, he would see the situation (and, consequently, Shen Yuan) differently. “Shen Yuan is merciful.”
He looked at the ground and went to get the things to eat in. Shen Yuan´s hand with the bowls to eat started to get clammy with sweat. He gulped and tried to smile. “It is not kindness or mercy, Binghe. It is logic and biology.” He put the food on the kitchen counter, in front of Binghe. It smelt good, actually. His stomach made itself known. Shen Yuan didn't notice that he was hungry. “It is not much, my Lord. But, it is my best.” Please, don´t kill me, he mentally begged.
They ate like normal people in a normal situation. Everything here was completely normal. It was pleasant. Thank god, it wasn't burned or raw. In the middle of it, Shen Yuan noticed that Binghe´s bowl didn´t have a lot of tomatoes. So, feeling like a good host, he picked up one of his and tried to give it to the character.
Keyword: Tried.
Because, here, things got a bit weird.
Binghe growled. Like literally growled, as if he were a dog. A loud rumble in his chest that frightened Shen Yuan. His hand with the chopstick froze. All the air around Lord Luo went from ‘intimidating yet bored’ to ‘actually this guy is super scary’.
His pupils shrank, turning into black streaks. Those sharp fangs appeared, revealing Luo Binghe’s gums. The air around them got so thick, that it could be cut with a knife. An arm protected the bowl like his life depended on this.
What the fuck!
Shen Yuan did as he would if there was a feral dog in front of him. He stepped back with his hands where Luo Binghe could see it. Didn't smile, of course. Showing teeth was a threat in the Demon Realm.
“ Hush, Binghe .” He started with a soft voice. A lullaby in his breath. “It is alright. Nobody is going to keep you from your food. Don´t worry, child. We are in my house and I won't let you be hungry. Nobody will take anything from you.” The growling decreased to a mumble. “Yeah. You are safe here. Nothing is going to hurt you. I will protect you if you can´t. I'm going to take care of you, it's alright. Good boy, Binghe.”
Silence.
That was good! Yay! No more angry feral demons in my house. Thank the Heavens.
Then, he went a little closer. “Is everything alright?” From this distance, light darker circles were beneath Binghe´s eyes. “Do you need some water?”
The protagonist looked tired. His face was gaunt, at least a little. His shoulders slumped, his head lowered. This wasn’t right! Luo Binghe faced the danger with dignity. With determination! Look at him, now! He looked like a drowned dog! A tiny little pathetic puppy! My poor little meow meow! Like! The Fucking Meme!
Everything that Shen Yuan could see was White Lotus Binghe. A young boy who was afraid of his teacher. Afraid of when will be the next time he will eat. Afraid to get hurt.
And, something in his gut screamed for him to cup his cheek and kiss his forehead. Something in him needed to make sure he was fine. That he wasn't sad. Shen Yuan really needed to pat his head.
So, he did.
And he was fucking bit.
That bastard! It wasn't a super hard bite. It seemed more like a warning than anything. But, even so, Shen Yuan got spooked.
“Fuck!” He exclaimed as silently as he could to not startle the feral demon.
The sharp teeth cut into the back and the palm of his hand. Blood dripped on the white tile, painting it dark red. A shiver went down his spine and he fought to keep a scream inside his throat. Fuck! Shit! Fuck your mother!
The growling started again even louder. Luo Binghe seemed to get more and more agitated.
Shen Yuan took a deep breath and didn't let himself be intimidated. He's going to pet that head, even if he dies trying. His hurt hand was like a distant dream, he would take care of it later. Slowly, oh so slowly he kept going forward. Even with trembling fingers. Even with blood in his shirt. Even if he was scared as fuck.
Binghe´s hair was dry, it was his first thought. Like it wasn't taken care of in a while. Shen Yuan's fingers sank into that black immensity gladly. His nails gently stretched Binghe's scalp, like he would if it was a puppy that he was taking care of. They stayed there for a while, with Shen Yuan calming the other down.
His thumb accidentally found the protagonist's right ear. After a quick decision, he decided to caress it as well. It was so soft! And pointy! Binghe shivered as he circulated the ear with his finger.
Since they were there, he decided to do a little braid. In honor of his Meimei
“It is really you, Shizun.” Suddenly, he whispered raspy and full of wonder. “Even, when I…”
“ Me!? As if I am like that villain scum.” Shen Yuan got really offended. He liked his lips and clenched his bloody hand into a fist. Fuck, that hurt. “That Shen Qingqiu!" He spat all his anger in those words. Look what he had done to a perfect healthy boy! He's got anxiety now!
Binghe huffed. He looked defeated with blood in his mouth. Shen Yuan´s heart squeezed in his chest a little. “This Lord was experimenting with Xin Mo, Trying to change the scenery. And, then… What was the word you used?”
“Dimension hopping.”
“Yes, indeed. This Lord had dimension-hopped. It was an accident. The world seemed like mine, but it was so, so different. There was a double too. A lesser double.” He sneered, hateful. Like he had said about the Sects and Beasts. It was clearly personal. “That Luo Binghe didn't have a harem, nor a single wife. Instead… Instead, he had a husband.”
WAIT!?
WHAT!?
THAT WAS ALLOWED?
“Huh…”, was his response.
“That Lesser Luo Binghe he had…” Original Luo Binge liked the blood on his lip, ran a hand over his forehead, and slumped over the kitchen counter. “He seemed to have it all. He wasn't - He wasn't this.” And made a gesture indicating his body. His fancy clothes and heavy guan.
Shen Yuan couldn't hold back and added: "You just gestured to all of you.” Yeah, he was referencing How To Train Your Dragon. Fuck off.
“Yeah.” He sighed with a heavy breath. “Yeah…I hate myself for being this useless mongrel. This beast.” Luo Binghe looked at the pierced hand, and the blood on the floor. “This - This insatiable monster. I hate myself for not being able to get anybody to stay. Never... has anyone been willing to choose me. And, that Luo Binghe. He had someone who loved him.”
“Your wifes?” Shen Yuan offered quietly.
Binghe shook his head. “I don't think they ever truly like me. I lied to you… I didn't come here to learn about your modern world. This Lord- This Binghe ran away. There was a coup. A few of my wifes decided that they didn't want to be married to me anymore after I came back from that world.”
“Something happened?”
“I've been angry.” He snorts. “More angry than normal, it seemed. And… Stabbed me in the back, those ungrateful wretches. They were - They were right, after all. Shizun was right after all. Maybe I deserved all of that.”
“Hell no!” Suddenly, the spirit of the Peerless Cucumber possessed him. All the hours spent defending Luo Binghe crept over him, like a ghost. He grabbed his little braid and tugged, not very hard. “Luo Binghe never in his life deserved all the shit that happened to him!” He stated with convection. Sue him, he had an anonymous account and will use it to curse all those dumb people that speak ill of his blorbo. “Poverty, homelessness, food insecurity, the beatings, the bullying. It was all fault of that fucking Shen Qingqiu! Never in his immortal life, should he have ever let be a teacher! A caretaker beating children for his sick enjoyment! No child should ever be whipped! Luo Binghe deserved better! Love, for sure! Those fucking miserable people who can´t see above their bellies deserve what they got. It was his right to wipe those corrupt Sects off the map! You should apologize!” Ugh, Shen Yuan said more than he should have. He took a big breath to calm down a bit.
Binghe's wide eyes were sparkling, amused. His eyebrows were curved, so beautifully. A much better look in him than the other one. “Do you think so?”
“I know so. Wipe that defeat face of yours.” Tugged the hair some more. “Luo Binghe is a fighter.”
“You are right. The Lord will.”
After that, Binghe bandaged his bloody hand and cleaned the floor. They talked like normal people and decided that Shen Yuan needed a new roommate. Well, Luo Binghe decided that and Shen Yuan agreed.
Things didn't start smoothly. Nor do they continued without error in both of their parts.
Binghe was a traumatized adult man with a strength that no mortal person had. So, that complicated the situation a bit. Every time that he needed some special attention because he was freaking out, Shen Yuan's mind would say ‘I can fix him’. And well, Binghe didn't need fixing. Shen Yan liked that asshole the way he was.
But, it was nice to have clear delimitations on their actions. They had rules. Which somehow evolved into BDSM rules. Because, yes, Binghe was still a stallion protagonist. And, if that would take to make him a fully functional modern person, by god he was going to use this good BDSM etiquette and crush it.
Communication!
Shen Yuan could die every time he remembered they were in that type of relationship. Him! A dominant person! It seemed like a joke, certainly. But, after a few months of living with his boyfriend, that shyness got a lot better. It was still uncomfortable, though.
And, here they were, lying on top of each other while watching the new Naruto episode.
“Binghe”, Shen Yuan said as he passed his fingers on Binghe´s hair. The waves are so pretty, so soft and shiny.
A faint noise could be heard from Binghes large chest, indicating how happy and comfortable he is. A nice background music to hear with Naruto screaming for Sasuke. It was very funny that demons in PIDW could purr. Shitty Airplane with his cat like bullshit that the demon wifes had. He just didn't know that Binghe could too, being half-blood and all. That was a surprise for both of them!
“Yeah?” It was his murmured response amidst the loud purr.
“Tonight, this Master will help in the kitchen. If that is alright with you.”
“Hum?” He blinked slowly, still a bit sleepy. “Do you have a scene in mind, Shizun?“
“Indeed. I will cook with you, then we will do something different. And, if you are good, I will reward you after that.”
His ears perked and Binghe´s head rose from Shen Yuan´s lap. “A reward, you say? This Binghe is interested.”
The Master huffed, amused. “Yes, you big puppy.” A few seconds passed. Binghe looked thoughtful. Brows close in his forehead and a little pout on his lips. The purr stopped. Shen Yuan could not resist and gave him a quick peck. “Something in your mind, Binghe?”
“No.” Aiah, something definitely was wrong. He stopped the caress in his ear and pulled it. “Shizun…” He whined while hiding his face in Shen Yuan´s stomach. “S´just…”
“Use your words, Binghe. I don´t know why you are with this face if you don´t tell me. You can say no about my proposal. Remember, you have the veto here.”
“It has been a while since someone cooked with this Binghe... It´s all.”
“And that is good or bad?”
“This Binghe hasn't decided yet.” He turned his head to bite Shen Yuan´s finger. It was simply a show of how he didn't want to talk about it. His tongue circled it and he sucked the index with a breathy moan.
That fucking minx.
This Master will let this pass because he knows the only person you cooked with was your beloved a-niang. He knows it's hard to say things you feel, and that talking is complicated. So, don´t worry Binghe this Master will excuse you. But, this is the only time!
Shen Yuan will bring his fan to the scene they will do later. He had a feeling that he would need it with Binghe being all that difficult to communicate with. There was only one thing that made Binghe easy to talk to and it was papapa related stuff.
Night had come in what seemed hours for those who wanted time to pass quickly. Binghe had spent the day walking in circles around the kitchen to see if everything was ready.
Shen Yuan´s kitchen had gained a lot of upgrades since Binghe started to live with him. In fact, the whole apartment did. The electronics there were a lot more modern and expensive than Shen Yuan had before. There were things that the host of the apartment didn´t know what it was or its purpose, too. Like that shitty Alexa.
You take the man out of the city, not the city out of the man. Or, well, in this case, you could take the Emperor of empire, not the empire of the Emperor. Shen Yuan should stop spoiling him. But, Binghe was so cute when he asked for something. Shen Yuan had worked hard for that! Yes, Binghe! Use your words!
It wasn't like Shen Yuan didn´t live here, so he also enjoyed it. Some things were really nice to have.
The refrigerator and freezer began to be stocked with more than enough fresh ingredients. They were not almost empty anymore, only full when his siblings visited. Binghe quite liked to go into the supermarket together and choose the nicest vegetables, like a couple. He looked like an old wife discussing the recipes with the aunties and going product by product to see which one he would buy. His smile while he did it was the best part of it all.
“Today we will make chicken congee.”
“My favorite!”
Binghe didn't even look at him. “Yes, your favorite. First, we wash the rice.” He said with an even voice. That one tone that he always used when he was lying to someone. In this case, he was lying to himself.
Alright, this will have to be addressed by this Master or it will only get more painful for Binghe. Shen Yuan stood on tiptoe (fuck, why was he so god damn tall?) and squeezed his lover's cheeks. “Sit down.” He said with a strict tone of voice. His Shizun voice. The protagonist practically flew to the ground, not bothering to grab a chair. He sat there on his knees, looking up with those big eyes. The Shizun crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “This Master is disappointed in you.”
“Shizun” Binghe faked crying. But, Shen Yuan could see a wince poorly hidden. “This disciple is sorry.”
“You don't even know why you are apologizing. Do you?” His lover shook his head with a dramatic lost expression. His classic ‘I am an abandoned orphan. Shizun, please pick me up’ Look. “If Binghe is truly sorry, he would tell his Master why he is so upset. Huffing and puffing all day, being rude to his Master. I didn't raise a child with all my love, for you to act like that.”
“Shizun knows why this Binghe is upset.” He challenged with a pout bigger than before. “Shizun shouldn´t ask questions that he already has answers to.” Oh, he was asking for it.
Shen Yuan gave a heavy sigh while he shook his head. Binghe was in one of his moods. Those moods that he needed to be hurt, then loved. Great. The fan won't be needed, Shen Yuan decided as he put it on the kitchen counter. He will do things differently this time. It would be good to destabilize Binghe a little.
As a punishment to correct this awful behavior, he slightly raised his right barefoot and stepped between his lover's legs. The sole of the master's foot pressed above his pants, against Binghe´s dick. It wasn't such a strong step, of course. Not to hurt or anything like that. But, there was a pressure there to be uncomfortable to some degree.
“Shizun!” Fake tears cut down his face and a blush appeared on his cheeks.
Gradually, the Master increased the force in his feet. It was starting to get hard, Shen Yuan could feel it.
He also felt that wasn't enough for Binghe. So he stepped down, grabbed his hair, and forced his cheek on the floor. “Shizun was going to have a nice evening with his Binghe.” Shen Yuan let the hair go and stepped on his face. It was warm and slightly wet. “Shizun had plans for it. Do you want to hear them, brat?”
“Y-yes, shizun.”
Folding his spine, Shen Yuan took Binghe´s arms and held them together behind his back. “This Master was going to make a nice meal with his disciple. Then, when we were going to eat, this Master was to put Binghe on his knees and feed it to him by hand. Binghe has been so well-behaved, that this Master thought that his Binghe needed to receive a little test. And, if he were good, reward him. Do something good for him. Maybe a blowjob, maybe a handjob. Maybe something more.” Binghe´s breath hitched and his hips stuttered in a few thrusts.
Got you, you horny dog. We will have a healthy conversation about your feelings even if it kills the mood.
“This disciple will -” He swallowed the saliva which was pooling in his mouth. “This disciple will do anything for Shizun. Please, please, give it to me.”
“Binghe knows what he needs to do. Speak”
“This Binghe was upset.”
“Yes, Binghe, that was already stated. Tell this Master why.”
Silence. Then, his chin wobbled. He wasn't faking his time, the Master noticed.
“A-niang was the only one that cooked with me. Since then I have been alone in the kitchen. It's where I am happier. It is my kitchen. It is my food.”
“And why were you bothered over it? Should you not be happy that you are not alone anymore? Do you want me to step back and let you make congee alone?” He took the foot off his face but kept him still in his hold. It would not be good for his mental health to let him loose. “You will never be left hungry again in my house, Binghe.”
“No! I mean, yes! I mean…This Binghe is sad because before nobody presented themselves to cook with me. I´ve been married over six hundred times and none of my wifes asked if I wanted company.” Yeah, because Airplane is a useless hack of an author who didn't know how to write a real human relationship with character development.
The Master released one of his hands and held the nape. Just to put his fingers against the throat. To ground him a bit, since Binghe looked like he was starting to get overwhelmed. “Hum…” Shen Yuan made a humming sound to indicate that he was listening.
“I didn't want to say that to you, because I don't like to talk about my past relationships. My failures. I´ve seen how couples are here in this world. Monogamy is the rule now. I read about it.”
A sigh. “Binghe”, he murmured, passing his short nails on the skin of his neck. “Did this Master ever tell you how unhappy he is about your past with your wifes?” Binghe blinked. Shen Yuan could see his thoughts: ‘Is this a tricky question?’ “Answer me.”
“No, Shizun.”
“Then, why would you think so?”
“W-well -” He swallowed dryly. “Shizun!” Binghe whined with his eyes closed stomping his feet on the tile. Protagonist, you put yourself in this situation! You have only yourself to blame!
“Did this Master say to you that he was disgusted by your past? No, he didn't. Did this Master worry if he made you uncomfortable? Yes, he did. Did this Master hope you came to him to tell him what was wrong? Yes. Yes, he did.” Shen Yuan sighed, his arms were starting to get tired. “Look at me.” Binghe did. “Do you feel better?” His lover nodded and gave a hiccup. “Words, Binghe.”
“S-shizun, Shizun.” Binghe's voice was hazy and far away. Ah. Sometimes Binghe got too overwhelmed and forgot how to express himself and only knew how to call him.
“Shizun is here.” Shen Yuan gave a few kisses on the back of his neck where his hand was. “It's alright, silly child. Do you need some time?”
Some time passed. Binghe's heavy breath was the only thing that reached his ears and the light hum of the refrigerator. Occasionally, he would swallow dry.
“I want to do what you said.” He mumbled into the cold tile after a long blink.
“Feeding you on your knees?”
Just imagining this made Binghe sigh in pleasure. “Yes, Shizun.”
“But, would you be fine with us cooking together?”
“Yes, Shizun.”
“Do you want any more time to compose yourself? Can you continue?”
“This Binghe is fine now, Shizun.” Binghe took a big breath and looked up. “Kiss me, please?” The Heavens would fall down the day Luo Binghe didn't ask for a kiss. And, god, he kissed like a dream.
Their tongues encountered each other in the air. They didn't let their lips meet first, because Binghe needed a messy kiss at that moment. His tongue, so experienced, mapped the interior of Shen Yuan's mouth as it owned it. And it did, in a way.
He licked his teeth and sucked his inferior lip. A moan got out of the Master's chest. Saliva dripped on Shen Yuan's chin and Binghe passed his tongue over it to not let it drop on the floor. The hunger had been appeased for now. Binghe moaned quietly, feeling satisfied for now.
“Better?” The Shizun asked and gave a few wet kisses on his lover's cheeks.
“Yes, thank you, Shizun.”
He got up slowly. His legs were made of jelly, as he staggered forward weakly. Shen Yuan could not hold himself and gave him a hug. Since he was smaller (much smaller) than Binghe, his head rested on his chest, directly on his heart. It was beating quickly. Binghe's cheek pressed in Shen Yuan's head and they stayed like this for some time.
It was unfair how the demon ran warmer than most. Like a furnace or those heavy blankets. Very excellent to embrace! Lovely, really, that feeling of warmth.
The meal was made easily. It was kind of romantic. They divided the chores: the harder parts were Binghe's problem. One time, when Shen Yuan had to cut the green onions, his lover went behind him and held his waist. Binghe's thumb kept caressing his skin inside the t-shirt in silence.
“Shizun”, he whispered as he kissed his Master's neck. Shen Yuan shivered in pleasure. Fuck. That was quite good… “May I take a bite?” His voice was whiny and bratty. Ah! This man-child, really.
“Humm…” He pretended to think about it. Those thin hands holding the knife stopped so he could be dramatic about it. “I don't know… Does Binghe deserve it?”
“Yes, this Binghe does.”
They looked at each other and laughed at the ridiculousness of their games. Both of them knew that the Shizun would give in eventually. Shen Yuan's shoulder shook as he tried to not cut his fingers. Binghe squeezed him in his arms and hid his face in the crook of the Master's shoulder.
“This Master supposes that you did what he wanted you to do. Are we not cooking together?” He huffed. “Go ahead, silly child.”
Binghe let out a great and loud whiny sound. Like when a dog really wanted to eat your food. “Thank you, Shizun.”
A warm nose passed into his skin, scenting him. His breath was starting to deepen with anticipation. First, Binghe licked the place that he wanted to bite. That tongue knew what to make him always asking for more. Then, sucked to make a red marking that made him really want to stop cutting the green onion to kiss him again.
After that, little nibbles pulled the skin. As if it was an appetizer for his meal. “Binghe. Stop playing with your food.”
“Yes, Shizun.”
Sharp teeth bit him in the neck hard enough to cut skin. A lightning of pain struck his spine and he groaned. His head fell to the side for a few moments with the force of his lust. The phallic shape that poked him on the back didn't help, either.
To apologize, Binghe gave him little kisses and licked the blood.
“Thank you, Shizun. This Binghe really needed that.”
“Of course.”
They finished everything a bit slower than when Binghe did alone because they would stop to kiss and cuddle. But overall, the cooking bonding time that Shen Yuan thought would mess up Binghe's weird vibe with food was (despite everything) a success!
Yay!
Now was the ultimate test. Shen Yuan was going to feed Binghe while he was on his knees. He was prohibited from using his hands. Oh, just imagining this made the Shizun tremble with want. And, looking at him like this…
“Alright, Binghe.” The Master cupped his lover's cheek. The huadian glowed softly on his skin. Once more, Shen Yuan´s will lost to the desire to kiss Binghe's forehead. “This is a non-sexual scene.” Binghe pouted with that information. Absolutely cute. “But, after, if you are good, I will reward you.”
“Sex?” His imaginary tail wagged. Shameless, that boy was!
“Not yet.” His mask almost broke with nervousness. Shen Yuan didn't feel ready yet to do it. It took a lot of courage to get him to give him a blowjob, imagine the full thing. He would bottom, of course. Imagine The Protagonist not going on top? Outrageous! So, it was a little scary. “I will give you a handjob.”
Binghe's smile could blind him, it was so bright. How could he be so damn fluffy and cute while talking about papapa? Shen Yuan patted his head because he could and would.
It was serene. Peaceful, even. Like nothing in the world mattered besides giving Binghe food. His tongue curled in the silverware, his wet lips. His lover's limp body was perched on his knee, all easy and happy. Every time Shen Yuan gave him a spoonful of congee, he would moan. Hazy eyes looked up to him, so full of trust and lust.
Binghe's monster dick was hard, of course. But, he didn't make a move to relieve himself. A few tears clogged his eyelashes but didn't drop in his face. A warm red painted his skin, especially on his cheek and the bridge of his nose.
They didn't talk the whole time, only making noises (Binghe) and breathing praises (Shen Yuan). Not because they weren't comfortable. But, because both of them were too into it. They didn't need words to say how mind-blowingly good this was. Something so further from their normal dynamic. Little by little the congee bowl was going empty. Their bellies were warm with delicious food.
“Shizun…” Binghe whispered sleepily.
“Hush, Binghe.” The Master patted his head tenderly.
He pressed his lips against one cheek, then the other. Again and again, he would kiss them. “My pretty, Binghe.” The Shizun murmured. Binghe sobbed so loudly that shakes his entire body. “Come”, he patted his own thighs. “Sit here.”
The protagonist went effortlessly to Shen Yuan's lap, eager and horny. Looking outside the scene, that was quite comical. Luo Binghe was much bigger than the mortal man. He was stronger than him, too. But, he felt so safe in this warmth. The ferocious Lord Demon folded his body to make himself smaller in the arms of his Master.
His forehead was also kissed, just like his huadian. They shared a few wet caste pecks. “Shizun.”
“Hum?”
“Shizun, this Binghe can't anymore.”
“You can.” Shen Yuan bit his ear gently. “My Binghe is so strong. My Binghe is so special. He will do everything his Master tells him.”
The Master took the small jar of lub off his sweatpants pocket and put some of the content in his hand. Then, with it, Shen Yuan's hand went to the middle of his legs, inside Binghe's pants. He squeezed the base of the dick which made his lover sob again. Circling it with his fingers, the Shizun felt pulsing in his hand. It was so large that his index and thump almost didn't encounter.
He doesn't move it, though. Just hold him like that for some time.
“S-shizun.” He cried and hid his face in the Master's shoulder. “Please, please.”
Normally, Binghe was already the most beautiful person to ever exist. Fluffy hair, strong eyebrows, stunning eyes, sharp smile. Everything in him screamed a pretty protagonist. However, right here, right now, his Binghe was something else. Those tears falling, red blooming in his cheeks. He looked like a dream.
So, so irresistible.
He begged so deliciously, too.
Shen Yuan's hand set a pace. Up and down, up and down. He traced the veins with his palm and passed the thump in the tip. Binghe moaned and tried to shrink his body in the lap. His spine was folded and his feet didn't touch the floor. With the other hand free, the Master grasps the muscular thigh.
“Shizun…” Binghe's sigh was full of pleasure. He picked his Shizun's t-shirt as an anchor to his sanity. “Shizun. Shizun.” He chanted like a mantra. The only word he seemed to know.
Those wet noises and moans made Shen Yuan really embarrassed. His face was red with shyness, but he didn't let his mask of Master Domminat fall. He was committed to the bit! His thin face won't doom this scene!
“My poor Binghe,” Shizun said softly in Binghe's ear as he masturbed his lover. “My poor, poor Binghe.” He kissed it and then decided to kiss some more. “All alone in the kitchen… Going hungry, making food for others who don't appreciate it. Not anymore. This Master won't let this happen anymore. This Master will take care of his Binghe. My tresure.”
“S-shizun.! His body started to shake. Shen Yuan decided to use a bit more force in his grip. “Ah-ah-ah. S-s-shizun.”
“Bingje is so loved by this Master.”
And, just like that, Luo Binghe came. He closed his eyes and his mouth went slack against Shen Yuan's shoulder. Binghe's fingers in the shirt tightened in its hold. That sharp teeth took a big bite from the Shizun's throat.
The white viscous liquid spread over the hand that he held the heavenly pillar. The Master milked him some more making full wet noises. There was more than Shen Yuan thought it was possible. I mean, he knew that Binghe was hard for a lot of time but wow! That is a stallion protagonist, my god.
Binghe went limp after all the cum finished coming. “Shizun.”
“Hum?”
“How about you?” He tried to move, but Shen Yuan pinched him.
“Leave it there.”
“Truly?”
“You are tired.” The Master kissed his lips. “Just went through an emotional rollercoaster. Sleep.”
Silence.
“Shizun?”
“Yes?”
“Did you mean it?”
“Hum?”
“That… That you love me?”
“I…” Cleaned his throat. That wasn't the way he wanted to say these special words. He wanted a super romantic confession. “Yes, it is.” Shen Yuan kissed his eyelids. “Get some rest, Binghe.”