day 1 of #bingwifeweek: gender bend
tags: bingpussy, bunhe, BungQiu
The first time they’re intimate, Luo Binghe avidly tries to keep the focus on Shen Qingqiu’s pleasure. And while he appreciates it, this was supposed to be about /Luo Binghe/. After all, they only had+
+ so much time together before… /Stop, don’t think about that!/ Shen Qingqiu chides himself.
Finally he rolls Luo Binghe onto his back. His inner robes fall open revealing a small but muscular chest with pert nipples.
Shen Qingqiu testes their sensitivity with a brush of his thumb and Luo Binghe shivers. He notes the reaction for later and continues his handsy decent to the front of Luo Binghe’s undergarments.
He dips a hand into the front of Luo Binghe’s undergarments and finds a slick mess.
It surprises him, and he looks at Luo Binghe’s face. Luo Binghe is looking to the side with a hand over his eyes.
/He’s not saying no…/ So, Shen Qingqiu pulls the rest of Luo Binghe’s clothes off and all air leaves him.
Luo Binghe has a fat pussy that’s creating a small puddle on the floor underneath him. And while that’s surprising, Shen Qingqiu’s focus is on Luo Binghe’s stiff cock.
It peeks out from the pussy folds, red and wanting and Shen Qingqiu scoots down until he’s face to pussy.
“Your cock is so hard,” He tells Luo Binghe, giving a cursory lick.
Luo Binghe’s body rises off the ground as if electrocuted.
c0mm for @/abelithea
tags: BingJiu, alternate universe, arranged marriage
Luo Binghe finds it ridiculous that he's the demon king and /still/ has to abide by /rules/. Rules that say he not only needs an empress, but an heir as well.
Before his father’s death, he’d arranged a union between him and some human royal. And now that Luo Binghe’s eighteen, they’re set to finally meet.
“Sire,” Sha Hauling says, voice coy, “do you /really/ need to honor this agreement? Your father is dead and this is a /human/!” She leans in close.
“And just what is so funny?” Shen Jiu couldn’t help but ask.
“Nothing,” Luo Binghe said unconvincingly.
“I hope you know we won’t be…” Shen Jiu made a vague gesture with his hands. But it was pitch black in the closet, so the motion was lost on Luo Binghe.
“Are you chicken?” Luo Binghe goaded, sounding every bit the smug asshole Shen Jiu knew him to be.
Shen Jiu was thankful for the cover of darkness hiding his blush. “Of course not! I just don’t want to catch anything.”
He's just arrived from the battle sight to their camp, the other territory's white flag in hand. The cheers and congratulations of victory fall on his deaf ears though.
All he can think about is the young man he'd sent away /not/ because of his skills in infiltration like he'd initially claimed, but because his mere presence made MBJ think, talk, and act differently. It scared him. More than he cared to admit.
But now that things are over, and the period of peace can begin, he finds himself regretting sending SQH away and for so long. Though SQH never got caught, his lack of correspondence before the final battle is a little concerning.
the bed beneath them is soft, softer than anything XL has ever felt before in his life. He isn't sure how SL could afford for them to stay at such an upscale place, but he's given up on asking because SL will just flash that grin at him.
his head feels funny, but he knows that he didn't drink anything. /Can you get second hand drunk?/
As if hearing his thoughts, SL finishes the rest of his wine glass and lies down facing XL.
"Gege," SL says, voice lilting and soft, "how many of those chocolates did you eat?"
XL tries to remember but finds that he can't. So, he settles on saying, "A lot."
SL laughs heartily, though it's not loud; rather it's husky and warm and like an autumn day. He opens his mouth to tell SL this, when SL leans forward and brings their lips together.
Seeing your ex the week after you break up with them at your birthday party is a shite gift.
SJ's natural response was to accept any and every drink handed his way. Which is how he ended up with his world swimming around him as he sat on the couch.
The party had died down and he hadn't seen YQY since that initial glimpse. /It probably means he left, thank gods. Good riddance!/
He closed his eyes but immediately blinked them open because it made his head feel like a whirlpool...
...only to end up swimming in dark eyes.
"Fuck," SJ said, trying to back away further into the couch but unable to. "What do you want?"
"Are you alright?"
SJ started to laugh, the laughter bubbling out of him with no sign of stopping. Through the hilarity, he could feel YQY's hands on his shoulders, squeezing.