Luo Binghe has been gone for three months and he has the audacity to not come straight to their rooms.
Shen Qingqiu storms into the main hall, face slightly too rosy for his immortal image. He’d been on their bed, working himself open for his husband and waiting until the oil became tacky and his mood soured. A quick word with the servants informed him that his husband was greeting a delegation from the far west, as if those two-bit diplomats were more important than his own spouse. The fury in his chest surprises even Shen Qingqiu. Usually, his husband is the sticky one but Shen Qingqiu is realizing he might be just as bad, except his husband never gives him a reason to doubt his love.
This insult has a fire raging in Shen Qingqiu’s heart that does not show on his serene face. He knows the slight flush in his cheeks looks good on him, for all it is not his usual intended appearance. The conversation in the room grinds to a halt as the massive door at the entrance slams open, Shen Qingqiu too bothered to rein in his strength.
His husband is surrounded by women and slender twinks. Some diplomatic mission. Shen Qingqiu knew a honey trap when he saw one.
It was almost impossible but Shen Qingqiu did his best to avoid looking at Luo Binghe. He is too angry to keep his expression in control if he lays eyes on him.
Standing apart from the group of people who would have all joined Luo Binghe’s harem in the original work was a broad-shouldered man who Shen Qingqiu recognizes.
“Ambassador Lao,” Shen Qingqiu greets, the faintest of smiles playing across his lips. The ambassador has underestimated Shen Qingqiu before, but his choice of traveling companions suggests that has changed. He makes a mental note to talk to Shang Qinghua about the best way to destroy this man. Maybe there is more unpublished material that Shen Qingqiu can work to his favor. “How is your wife?”
“Consort Shen,” the ambassador bows. “My wife was well when I last saw her. However, we parted ways a few months ago because she didn’t wish to return here. I do not share her reluctance. Truly the sights here are the best in the world.”
His gaze slides down Shen Qingqiu’s figure. Shen Qingqiu’s skin crawls as his smile widens.
He can understand why someone might underestimate Luo Binghe’s love of him. He is just a simple immortal in a world full of stronger, more beautiful people. But the ambassador has made the mistake of underestimating Shen Qingqiu’s love for Luo Binghe.
Shen Qingqiu snaps his fan open and angles it to hide their faces from the others as he steps in close to Ambassador Lao.
“Ambassador,” he purrs. The ambassador looks surprised but pleased. “I can only admire someone who travels so far and works so hard to achieve what he wants. But you’ve forgotten that your personal desires mean nothing to me. I simply don’t care about you or what you do. And now you’ve used your position to directly work against what I want. I’m sure your trip was long and hard. I’ll allow you an hour's time to restock before you and your whores are forcefully removed from the city.”
“Shizun,” Binghe said and Shen Qingqiu snapped his fan shut to find his husband standing right next to them.
Shen Qingqiu smiled up at him but the expression did not meet his eyes. He turns on his heel and leaves the hall.
Luo Binghe is right behind him, so close Shen Qingqiu cannot ignore his presence. He doesn’t have to acknowledge him though. His grip on his fan is tight enough to crack the dry wooden ribs.
The walk back to their rooms is brisk and silent, though Luo Binghe tries to talk a couple times. Shen Qingqiu ignores him and walks faster but he could never hope to outpace the protagonist.
Luo Binghe catches him just as they reach the doors to their room. He catches Shen Qingqiu’s elbow and spins him around to pin him against the door.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says. His tone is serious. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” Shen Qingqiu says shortly and rips his elbow free. He turns and shoves his way into their rooms, letting the doors swing back towards Luo Binghe’s face. Luo Binghe catches the doors and lets himself inside easily. Shen Qingqiu rather wishes he could have seen Luo Binghe get smacked.
“Husband,” Luo Binghe entreats. Shen Qingqiu ignores him, rummaging through his drawers for a new fan that isn’t broken. He tosses his cracked one aside a little mournfully. That had been his favorite fan.
“I was ready to take you as soon as you walked through the doors, ready to let you have your way with me until you were satisfied, regardless of how long it took,” Shen Qingqiu muses, his tone light as he decides between a fan with a crane motif and bone folding fan. “But apparently Luo Binghe does not even feel the need to see his husband, much less take him.”
Shen Qingqiu spins around to face down his husband.
“You do not return to my home and greet a crowd of power-hungry whores before you greet me,” Shen Qingqiu hisses. Truly the fury in his chest is all-consuming. The look on Luo Binghe’s face doesn’t make him feel any better. It’s hungry and happy.
“Husband is jealous,” Luo Binghe says and Shen Qingqiu bares his teeth.
“This husband is furious,” Shen Qingqiu hisses. He puts a slender hand on Luo Binghe’s chest and pushes him backwards until his legs catch on the bed. He sits down hard.
Shen Qingqiu sinks down to his knees between Luo Binghe’s legs and glares up at his husband. He rips apart Luo Binghe’s belt and robes then yanks down his pants, the fabric ripping under his urgency.
Luo Binghe’s cock is eager to see him, even if the man hadn’t been.
“Do not forget about me,” Shen Qingqiu orders fiercely and surprise softens Luo Binghe’s face.
“Shizun, I could never--” Luo Binghe’s words devolve into a groan as Shen Qingqiu takes the head of his cock into his mouth.
Luo Binghe’s cock is befitting of a protagonist. It stretched his lips wide and rested heavily on his tongue as Shen Qingqiu shoved it down his throat, going as deep as he could. He chokes for a moment then viciously forces himself to relax and take Luo Binghe deeper. He’s breathing hard through his nose. His eyes are squeezed shut. His nails sink into Luo Binghe’s thighs as he works to force Luo Binghe’s cock further down his throat.
He’s so fucking angry. It fuels him and he gets Luo Binghe deeper on his first try than he’s ever managed before, swallowing hard around his ridiculous length. He stays down as long as he can. Luo Binghe alternates between beseeching him and cursing, dragged to the edge of climax faster than he’d ever been before. Shen Qingqiu can feel him twitch in his throat.
Then, more carefully, Shen Qingqiu slides off of Luo Binghe’s cock entirely.
“Husband,” Luo Binghe gasps as Shen Qingqiu sits back on his ankles and eyes Luo Binghe’s cock. It's shiny with his spit and slowly turning a rather lovely shade of red. Shen Qingqiu strokes a single fingertip along its length. A pearl of precome drips from the slit. Shen Qingqiu flicks a finger against Luo Binghe’s cock, hard. “Husband!”
Shen Qingqiu knows that tone of voice, knows that Luo Binghe is on the edge of orgasm.
“Next time you will not leave me here alone. Next time when you leave you will take me with you,” Shen Qingqiu says and slides Luo Binghe as far down his neck as he can get, working past his gag reflex. He’d been practicing on the toys Luo Binghe had brought him just before leaving. They pale in comparison to Luo Binghe himself but the trip had been scheduled on short notice and even men like Luo Binghe could not rush an artisan’s hand and Luo Binghe had been forced to resort to already available options. Shen Qingqiu had seen such things for sale in the brothels he visited for reconnaissance but he’d never thought to use them on himself.
Perhaps their first joining would have been easier if he had.
Luo Binghe is breathing like he’s been stabbed, hands tearing at the sheets in an effort not to grab onto Shen Qingqiu’s hair.
Shen Qingqiu rather likes his husband like this.
“Promise me,” he hisses.
“This husband promises,” Luo Binghe gasps and Shen Qingqiu takes Luo Binghe entirely down his throat.
Luo Binghe comes with a shout and there is a loud ripping sound as he completely ruins their sheets.