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Liu Qingge doesn't like being ignored. Not by Shen Qingqiu in favor of his husband... And not by Luo Binghe in favor of Shen Qingqiu, as he's recently discovered
But Shen Qingqiu can easily be coaxed into giving him the attention he desires, whereas ignoring Liu Qingge and rubbing his face in his relationship with Shen Qingqiu are some of Binghe's favorite past times.
And it's not as if Liu Qingge minds it so much anymore (it still terrifies him slightly, how much he enjoys having his chain yanked around in any manner), but there are times when Luo Binghe's obvious favoritism towards Shen Qingqiu grates on Liu Qingge. Often times for no real reason.
Liu Qingge doesn't hold it against Shen Qingqiu. He loves him so much. More than he thought he could ever love anyone else, until he realized what he felt for Luo Binghe extended beyond mere sexual desire and the embarrassing need to be submissive for a more dominant partner. Shen Qingqiu feels the same, never prioritizing Luo Binghe over him (at least, not after they got together) unless it was absolutely necessary... Or all three were getting off on it.
.... It's just that....Luo Binghe doesn't.
What a silly thing to be worked up over, he tells himself all the time. He should just spit it out already. Luo Binghe is more than likely already well aware of his feelings, considering how often women and the like blush, ogle and fawn over him. If he is though... and he hasn't said anything at all...
Or worse, he truly doesn't know, but disregards Liu Qingge's confession regardless.
A pretty pair of lips twisted into an all to familiar sneer and a callous laugh, eyes holding a viscous glint. "You really believe you could be equal to Shizun?"
The haughty tone of voice was also intimately familiar, but hadn't been so heart-achingly real in so long.
He should've been paying more attention to the man in front of him instead of his own personal pain, because he finds himself roughly shoved against the wall behind him, an armed pressed harshly against his throat, cutting off all of his oxygen. Instinctively, he reachs up and grabs the obstruction, clawing at it and pulling, but nothing relents.
Just as his vision is beginning to swim, the face of his attacker becomes startlingly close. A spiteful laugh sounds as he jolts from shock. He can feel his attacker's warm breath on his face when he speaks, making him shudder.
"Listen, Shishu, you aren't worth the mud on Shizun's shoes, much less his attention. You're lucky he even decided to take pity on you. But just because he did, doesn't mean I will. I will always be around to remind you of your place; as a doll to be used at our leisure and thrown away when you've served your usefulness. So don't go growing a big head, because it'll only hurt you more in the long run."
His attacker's tone of voice made it pretty clear he didn't care about whether or not he hurt his 'doll', clearly relishing the pain he was currently causing the other man.
He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, and he couldn't even convince himself that their cause wasn't because of his attacker's words.
Another cruel laugh rang out when the other man saw his tears and he could just barely make out the sneer becoming even wider.
"Good Shishu," his attacker praised with false kindness," now don't ever try something like this again, otherwise I'll be forced to do something even worse."
He couldn't imagine what could be worse than what just happened, but he didn't want to test his so-called lover, so he nodded as much as he was able to with the arm still crushing his windpipe.
There was a pleased sounding him, then his lover's lips were upon his, biting harshly without even removing his arm from the other man's throat.
"Let's see how long you can go until you pass out, Shishu," was murmured against his lips.
Even though his heart was crying out in pain from the cruel fantasy, Liu Qingge couldn't help but moan loudly, already red face managing to flush an even darker shade.
His eyes were closed tight, so he couldn't see his lover's reactions, but he heard Luo Binghe laugh, nowhere near as sadistic as in his fantasy and heard the increase in movement from Shen Qingqiu's fan.
At the moment, he's sitting in Luo Binghe's lap, hole wet and streched wide for his half-demon lover's large cock. His bare back is pressed against Shen Qingqiu's clothed front. Occasionally, he can feel the breeze from the man's fan on his heated skin, which only brings forth more moans.
They've been sitting like this for many long, almost unbearable hours. Despite the lack of actual sex happening, Liu Qingge is nearly just as strung out as he was at the beginning of the night. Sometimes, he has to think about other things that aren't related in anyway to sex to be able to bear his treatment only to desperately scramble for arousing thoughts when his own erection starts flagging, which has prompted much laughter from the one buried deep within him, though Shen Qingqiu is always quick to swat him with his fan.
While he has been struggling to deal with his own predicament, his lover's have been virtually unaffected, save for the rare thrust of Luo Binghe's cock (which only works Liu Qingge up even further) and the occasional gasp of Shen Qingqiu's when Liu Qingge releases a whine of frustration.
They have talked about everything under the sun from the recent behavior of Shen Qingqiu's disciples to Luo Binghe's cooking... And there had also been a lot of praises thrown at Shen Qingqiu.
"Shizun is so smart!"
"Shizun, you look so handsome in this light. Actually, Shizun is always stunning, but he is especially so right now! This disciple is honored to be able to behold such beauty!"
"Shizun is the best!"
shizun.
Shizun.
SHIZUN.
It should be nothing. He and Luo Binghe have a lot of bad blood in the past and they still struggle with sometimes. Plus, the whole point of the 'exercise' is for Liu Qingge to be ignored and simply lay there until his lover's decide to reward him or he gives up his pride and begs.
That doesn't stop the ache in his heart, from his fantasy, and Luo Binghe's words. He feels like crying, but not simply because of the cock inside of him.
He accidentally lets out a sob, feeling a rush of embarrassment on top of his existing pain.
Luckily, Luo Binghe mistakes it for sexual desire. "Does Shishu want something?" He punctuates his question with a shallow thrust, which causes Liu Qingge to whine. "All he has to do is ask, and this disciple will give him everything he desires."
At this point, begging for what he wants isn't much more embarrassing than anything else he could do. In fact, refusing to give in and choosing to remain in this state would definitely be the worse option. But it isn't everything that he wants.
Feeling as though he has nothing to lose, but still not opening his eyes, Liu Qingge abandons the warmth of Shen Qingqiu at his back, pitching forward into Luo Binghe's chest. Luo Binghe releases a soft "Oof!" when Liu Qingge impacts on his chest.
Tears are flowing freely now and he's trembling, but Liu Qingge can't be brought to care.
"Please!" he exclaims.
Please love me!
Please treasure me as much as your beloved Shizun.
Please call me Shishu without the mocking undertone.
Please hold me in your arms forever.
Please let me protect you and be protected in return.
Please share with me any kindness you can spare!
Please! I want it so badly! I'll do anything!
But he doesn't say any of it.
"Please do whatever you want with me! Have your way with me!" Liu Qingge says instead.
Shen Qingqiu takes a sharp inhale of breath. Luo Binghe is silent, unmoving.
Liu Qingge opens his mouth to beg even more-
Luo Binghe abruptly begins to thrust into him, fast and hard. He presses a soft kiss to Liu Qingge's sweat damp hair. "Since Shishu asked so prettily, this disciple supposes he can cede to Shishu's desires." Luo Binghe replies calmly.
Luo Binghe is not calm.
How dare this man be so cute?! He's nearly caused Luo Binghe to loose his composure multiple times tonight. The only thing that's kept Luo Binghe on track is the spiteful, stubborn desire to not give in until his beloved, cute Shishu begs Luo Binghe to give him everything he could possibly desire.
Shizun has been staring at Luo Binghe knowingly the entire night, but Luo Binghe has refused to acknowledge his awareness of Luo Binghe's feelings, piling compliments on the man until his Shizun had smacked him none to gently across the cheek with his fan, which wasn't much of a punishment anyway.
Luo Binghe can feel Liu Qingge's tears on his chest, the way he trembles helplessly, the utterly delicious way he tightens around Luo Binghe's cock. Luo Binghe actually has to bite his lip to keep a moan from spilling out.
It wasn't supposed to be this way! he thinks childishly.
It was supposed to be him and Shizun, only them, enemies and those foolish enough to waste their hearts chasing after them thrown away and trampled to dust.
But Luo Binghe doubts his heart can survive without the man he's currently wrecking, the man he used to despise with all of his being.
What right did Liu Qingge have to believe he was worthy of Luo Binghe's beloved Shizun?! The man was about as smart as his muscles and Luo Binghe had never had any troubles overpowering those.
However, Liu Qingge was indeed smart. He was also kind and deeply loved his disciples, even if he rarely showed it, loyal to those who had earned it, strong, brave and a completely submissive - if somewhat bratty - slut.
The man looked at Shizun as if he was the most impressive man to ever exist, which was entirely correct.
The darkest, most spoiled parts of Luo Binghe's heart wanted to covet a piece of that awe and love for himself.
So he decided as he gave one final thrust into the pliant wreck of a man in his arms, spilling his thick, hot, sticky seed deep into his lover's, that he would win Liu Qingge's heart over.
He already had Shizun, and Shizun loved Liu Qingge as much as he loved Binghe, so winning Liu Qingge's love wouldn't be too much of a challenge.
And if it was? .... Well, Luo Binghe loved to tear down Liu Qingge's walls. He was already very good at it.