Thread by @BiennaTodd

Decided to write🔞 nsfw #bingcheng from my verse for @jiangchenge's birthday! happy b-day beloved!!

cw: very very light dubcon bc xinmo do what xinmo do but its very much so mutual and reciprocated + some pet play references

Sorry this isn't explicit youll get dicking later 😂

Luo Binghe did not like the Lans.

The younger generation was alright, although the insolent way that they ran their mouths could be.. Irritating. He could almost appreciate their (completely unfounded) confidence.

The Sect Leader was off putting.

His smile never met his eyes, and there was something about him that always left Binghe feeling deeply unsettled. He preferred to keep Jiang Cheng as far away from that man as possible.

But none were worse than Hanguang-jun.

His cold demeanor, judgmental silence, and piercing stare all reminded him of his precious shizun. As though the world wasn't worth his time..

It made Binghe want to 𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁.

And he always showed up with that Wei Wuxian, who draped himself in resentment like it was the finest silk. That Wei Wuxian who looked at him with such burning curiosity, as though he wanted to dissect him.

That Wei Wuxian, who always left Jiang Cheng looking so.. Lost.

He despised them both. Which is why when, inevitably, Wei Wuxian went too far with his loose tongue, he intervened.

If Jiang Cheng was unwilling to stand up for himself, then Binghe would for him. 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺. In fact, he couldn't wait to put that Wei Wuxian in his pl--

Before he could take more than one step forward however, the heavy sound of a guqin rocked through him.

The attack had caught him by surprise, otherwise it would've never touched him.

Except he'd lowered his guard in this place. He'd never expected that these two would attack HIM, Luo Binghe, esteemed guest of Yunmeng Jiang.

It'd seemed that Lan Wangji had grown far too comfortable doing whatever the hell he wanted--

Binghe's eyes glowed red, his demonic qi fluctuating wildly in response to the threat. His hand slipped to Xin Mo, and Wei Wuxian's did the same, gripping Chenqing at his hip just as tight, with eyes just as red. Ready to protect his husband.

Yet before any of them could make a move, Jiang Cheng placed himself firmly between them, with his hand on Binghe's chest. Binghe smirked, briefly looking down at Jiang Cheng when he felt those fingers flex.

If he wanted to feel Binghe up, all he had to do was ask.

Jiang Cheng had actually only wanted to feed Binghe a stream of qi, soothing Binghe's unstable energy. He wasn't even thinking about that sort of shameless nonsense at all.

Instead, his attention was entirely on Wei Wuxian, who had yet to stand down, Chenqing still at the ready.

"You both may go now." He dismissed them.

"But-!"

Jiang Cheng swiftly cut him off though, with a voice like steel, "WEI WUXIAN! Your partner has attacked my esteemed guest, and now you have the nerve to overstay your welcome?! I SAID LEAVE."

"Do 𝘯𝘰𝘵 make me repeat myself."

Wei Wuxian paused, shooting his shidi a concerned look that said they'd be talking about this at some point, but still turned and grabbed Lan Wangji's sleeve, light stepping away.

It wasn't until they were truly gone that Jiang Cheng turned to face him.

"Are you okay?"

Binghe gently frowned, confused by the concern. As if that paltry attack could have hurt Luo Binghe, Emperor of Two Realms.

Of course he was okay. In fact, he was better than okay!

The other's hand was still on his chest, transferring energy.

Binghe wondered what his qi felt like to him. Was it vast? Was it as endless as the ocean?? Was Jiang Cheng overwhelmed? Binghe could 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 him overwhelmed. If that was what he wanted.

He could feel his blood rushing through his veins, itching for a fight. Or a fuck, he thought with a vulgar grin. Whichever came easier.

Xin Mo pulsed at his side.

Jiang Cheng furrowed his brows, completely unconvinced by his behavior.

"Your qi is disordered."

🔞
Maybe it was.

It didn't matter. He knew an easy way that they could.. regulate it. Together. He said as much, hand coming up to rest on A-Cheng's waist. God his waist was so small, or maybe Binghe's hands were too big.

He bet if he truly tried they could wrap all the way around.

Jiang Cheng was unamused, but not disinterested if that shiver was anything to go by.

Binghe guided him backwards slowly, until they were backed against a wall. Then he rocked forward, letting A-Cheng feel the length of his interest, pleased at the soft sigh he let out.

"You.."

"Hm?" Binghe leaned down, getting close enough to hear the quiet words. If it left him with advantageous access to Jiang Cheng's neck too.. Well. That was just as well.

"Fuck.. You're hot.."

His hunger could never be filled, but at least they could sate it for a while.

But Jiang Cheng pulled away as he tried to kiss him.
"No.. You're 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 hot."

"Baobei, words cannot express how deeply I appreciate your compliment, but I believe we already established that~" He dove forward to press rough kisses along his neck.

Teeth teased as he tasted him, salty and sweet. He wanted to 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘂𝗿 him. Jiang Cheng couldn't help the deep throaty moan that resonated through his chest, back arching as Binghe's hand slid down to cup his ass. And yet 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬!

"You need to cool down.."

Was it truly that serious? Binghe knew that he tended to run hotter than most humans but if it was really that much of an issue--

Before he could finish the thought, Jiang Cheng had shoved him away with enough force that it sent him flying!

Having deposited him in the cool waters of Lotus Pier, Jiang Cheng light stepped after him, looking down from the dock with a hand on his hip.

Binghe growled, before being cut off by a stern tone.

"𝗕𝗮𝗱 𝗕𝗼𝘆. 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙤𝙛𝙛."

Binghe's eyes immediately went dark with arousal, pupils swallowing all light. Thankfully the water wasn't deep at all, as he leaned back on a single hand, letting his heavy robes slide of his shoulder as the other hand came up to push thick curls out of his face.

He sat with his legs spread wide, completely unashamed, allowing Jiang Cheng to see the way the wet fabric clung to the lines of his body.. the thick outline of his cock.

Binghe was the picture of eroticism and he knew it.

And Jiang Cheng knew it too.

He looked down at Binghe, who'd made no attempt to move from where he sat, and felt something hot and tight clench in him.
He..

He 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱.

It would be so 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 to slide of the pier and crawl into Binghe's lap.. to 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 what he wanted right there for anyone to see..

But he needed to show restraint. And Luo Binghe needed to pull himself together. Seriously. Jiang Cheng was still a little worried about him.

So with a huff and flare of his robes, Jiang Cheng turned and walked away, but not before shooting one last look over his shoulder.

"You can come find me tonight.. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 you've cooled off, like a good boy."

It took all of Binghe's restraint not to leap up and take his A-Cheng right there on the pier like the dog he was. But Jiang Cheng was right. So he would go cool off. Maybe even hunt something.

And when he returned..

He would hunt down what he 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 wanted. And he would have him.

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