Cottage

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System
- Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Relationship: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū
Characters: Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu
Additional Tags: Top Luò Bīnghé, Bottom Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Just the Tip,
Bingqiu-typical bad consent etiquette, but it’s very fluffy, Shen Qingqiu
gets called "wife" 1 time, Praise Kink
Language: English
Collections: Fills for the #FanPrompt game on the Fediverse
Stats: Published: 2024-04-03 Words: 1,239 Chapters: 1/1
 Cottage
by biasto_bias

Summary

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasps, pressed against the wall of the cottage. "Binghe, it hasn’t
been three days."

"But I’ve been very good," Luo Binghe pleads. "Please, Shizun. I won’t even put it all
the way in. Just the tip."

Shen Qingqiu squirms under the onslaught of messy wet kisses pressed to his neck, his
robes pulled away to grant access. "Just the tip," he agrees.

Shen Qingqiu agrees to let Luo Binghe fuck him… with just the tip. It goes about as
successfully as you might predict.

Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Luo Binghe tugs Shen Qingqiu into the cottage allotted to them on this trip, holding back
laughter until they’re inside.

"Did you see his face?" he asks. "Shizun, he didn’t dare speak back against my husband. He
didn’t know what to do."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Shen Qingqiu says primly, but he’s hiding a smile
behind his fan. "I was perfectly polite."

"Of course," Luo Binghe says, grinning. "In a way that was extremely insulting. Shizun,
you’re incredible."

"Not as incredible as the demon emperor," Shen Qingqiu demurs. He folds his fan and smiles
up at Luo Binghe. "You handled the situation very well, too. Your skills in politics are
impressive."

"How impressive?" Luo Binghe asks, leaning close. "Enough for a kiss?"

"Enough for two kisses, even," Shen Qingqiu laughs, pulling him close to peck him on the
lips and then the forehead.

"Just two?" Luo Binghe asks, tilting his head to look up at Shen Qingqiu with puppy-dog
eyes. "Not three?"

"Okay, three," Shen Qingqiu allows, and Luo Binghe swoops in to lick at Shen Qingqiu’s lips
until he’s allowed entry. They lose track of the kiss count after that.

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasps, pressed against the wall of the cottage. "Binghe, it hasn’t
been three days."

"But I’ve been very good," Luo Binghe pleads. "Please, Shizun. I won’t even put it all the
way in. Just the tip."

Shen Qingqiu squirms under the onslaught of messy wet kisses pressed to his neck, his robes
pulled away to grant access. "Just the tip," he agrees. Luo Binghe bites him in excitement,
and he shouts.

"Sorry, Shizun," Luo Binghe says, sounding not at all sorry. He leans back, tugging Shen
Qingqiu toward the bed. "Come here."

"Don’t get too excited and put it all the way in like last time," Shen Qingqiu warns. "And the
time before. And the time before that."

"Of course not," Luo Binghe says, smiling. He tugs at Shen Qingqiu’s robes, working to
undress him. "I will have perfect restraint."

Shen Qingqiu looks at him suspiciously, but allows himself to be unwrapped like a present.
Luo Binghe lingers on each layer, carefully folding the robes and setting them aside. Shen
Qingqiu feels like a piece of meat being ogled by a wolf.

"Binghe," he says helplessly as his last layer - his pants - is removed. Of course, his socks
stay on. "You’re still dressed."

"So I am," Luo Binghe says, tugging Shen Qingqiu’s hands to his belt. "Won’t Shizun help
with that?"

Blushing, Shen Qingqiu works to undress his husband. Soon, they’re both nude, Luo Binghe
pressing them toward the bed.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe says, leaning close to nip at Shen Qingqiu’s neck. Shen Qingqiu’s legs
hit the bed, so he sits down on it, Luo Binghe leaning over him. "Shizun, you’re so excited
already. Look at you."

"Don’t remark on such things!" Shen Qingqiu says, face going bright red. "I’m not excited at
all!"

"Of course, of course," Luo Binghe laughs, guiding him to scoot up the bed and lie down on
his side. He searches in his qiankun pouches for a moment, then brings out a jar of oil.

"You had that with you the whole time?!" Shen Qingqiu exclaims. For lack of a fan, he
covers his face with his hands. "Binghe! Shameless!"

"Well, where else would I put it?" Luo Binghe asks reasonably. "Obviously, we ended up
needing it."

"Shut up and get me ready," Shen Qingqiu says, face still covered with his hands. Luo Binghe
laughs and scoots close to him. Shen Qingqiu feels a slick finger prodding at him, and his
breath hitches.

"Relax, Shizun," Luo Binghe whispers, drawing him into a kiss. His tongue licks at Shen
Qingqiu’s lips, requesting entry, and Shen Qingqiu allows him in at the same time as his
finger pushes inside. He gasps, and Luo Binghe swallows it with a slick slide of tongues
against each other.

Soon, Luo Binghe is massaging that sweet spot inside him, and Shen Qingqiu is moaning
with every movement. His orgasm approaches, and Luo Binghe guides him through it,
fingers deep inside him.

"Binghe," he manages, body pleasantly buzzing. "Remember, just the tip."

"I remember," Luo Binghe says, pushing his knees up toward his armpits. "Of course, I
wouldn’t do anything Shizun hadn’t agreed to."

"That would sound more convincing if you had succeeded at this even one time," Shen
Qingqiu gripes, but he’s distracted by the huge pillar prodding at his hole. "BInghe!"

"Shizun already feels so good," Luo Binghe gasps, sliding his cockhead through the oil
leaking out from Shen Qingqiu’s hole. "I don’t know if I can hold back."
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu gasps back, doing his best to hold his knees up. "Put it in, put it in."

Luo Binghe pushes forward, just a little, and the tip of his cock pops in. They moan in
unison, Luo Binghe’s fingers digging at the flesh of Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Luo Binghe pulls
out, just enough that his cockhead pops out, then pushes in, just enough that it pops in.

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu moans.

"Shizun," Luo Binghe moans back, pressing forward just a little bit more.

"You said just the tip!" warns Shen Qingqiu.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry," Luo Binghe says, not sounding sorry at all. He pulls back, then pushes
in just a little further. "Shizun’s hole is so warm and welcoming, I can’t help myself."

"Ohh, right there," Shen Qingqiu moans. "Binghe, right there."

Luo Binghe thrusts a little further in. "There?" he asks, fingers tightening again on Shen
Qingqiu’s thigh.

"Binghe!" Shen Qingqiu exclaims, giving up the pretense that they’ll stick to "just the tip".
As if they ever managed that. "More, give me more."

With one firm thrust, Luo Binghe slides all the way in, filling Shen Qingqiu until he feels like
he might burst. Shen Qingqiu moans, pleasure flooding him. Between thrusts, Luo Binghe
says, "Shizun - is so - tight!"

"Don’t say such lewd things!" Shen Qingqiu manages, then drops his head back on the pillow
as Luo Binghe hits a perfect angle. "Oh, Binghe…"

"Shizun," Luo Binghe moans back. "Tell me I’m good."

"Binghe is the best," Shen Qingqiu moans loyally. He reaches up to pat Luo Binghe’s head.
"Binghe is the most wonderful husband. I’m so lucky to have him."

"Shizun," Luo Binghe gasps, his cock getting harder inside Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu
gasps. "Shizun, pull my hair."

Shen Qingqiu fists his hand in Luo Binghe’s hair and pulls. "Binghe," he says warningly.

"It’s not weird if my wife wants to hold onto me," Luo Binghe says sweetly. "Or tell me I feel
good."

"You feel good," Shen Qingqiu says in a stilted voice. "You’re getting better at this."

Luo Binghe moans and drops his head to Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder. Gently, he bites at Shen
Qingqiu’s neck.

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu moans back.

"I’m close," Luo Binghe says. "Shizun, please."

Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes, embarrassed. "Binghe’s cock feels very nice inside me," he
manages, and Luo Binghe gasps, thrusting forward erratically.

Warmth blooms inside him, and a hand closes around his own cock, bringing him to the edge
as well.

In the aftermath, they lie together on the bed in the cottage, hands intertwined.

"Binghe is very bad at restraint," Shen Qingqiu scolds, but his heart isn’t in it.

"Apologizing to Shizun," Luo Binghe says, but he’s audibly grinning.

Shen Qingqiu sighs. Maybe next time they’ll manage it.

End Notes

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