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Liu Qingge wiped the splatter of blood from his cheek, swinging his sword with the other as he flicked the blood off of it. Cheng Luan went back to its sheath just as Liu Qingge turned from the beast he had just slain to see Luo Binghe standing behind him, lips parted and eyes glimmering.
Oh.
Oh no.
Liu Qingge knew that look.
“It’s not—!” He flustered. “I—you weren’t supposed to see it yet!”
“Shishu,” Luo Binghe breathed, eyes darting between Liu Qingge’s figure and the large carcass, shiny scales scattering iridescent light onto both of them and the industrial docks. “Is this for my birthday?”
Yes.
“Yes.”
Wait, he hadn’t meant to admit that. But Luo Binghe’s answering cry and sudden rush to scoop him into his arms interrupted his protests, and eventually, Liu Qingge was beguiled by far too many kisses to fight back.
After they packed away the carcass and called for cleanup, he let Luo Binghe carry him back home on Zheng Yang.
***
Liu Qingge panted in Luo Binghe’s lap. The three rounds of sex were definitely taking their toll on him, and although Luo Binghe insisted they could finish for the night, Liu Qingge refused to let Luo Binghe go without a third orgasm.
“No, really, Qingge,” Luo Binghe murmured into his ear. His tongue laved the shell of Liu Qingge’s ear before dipping down to suck on his neck, a purpling bruise making Liu Qingge shiver. “I’m very satisfied.”
“Shut up,” Liu Qingge heaved. “You’re done when I say you’re done.”
Luo Binghe chuckled at his definitive tone. He shifted underneath Liu Qingge, jostling his weight, and Liu Qingge groaned as he felt Luo Binghe’s erect dick against the inside of his thigh. How was this man still hard?
He made to grab at Luo Binghe’s cock to put it inside himself but his lover stopped him, smiling cheekily when Liu Qingge raised his brow at him.
“Ah,” Luo Binghe began. “How about we do something slightly different?”
Liu Qingge muttered out a complaint but let Luo Binghe guide him till he was perched atop one of Luo Binghe’s thighs.
“Like this,” Luo Binghe encouraged, rocking Liu Qingge on his leg. Liu Qingge gasped as his sensitive folds were immediately caressed by corded muscles, gripping Luo Binghe’s shoulders in response. He couldn’t help but jut his hips into the sensation and moaned brokenly as Luo Binghe’s hands around his thin waist tightened, thumbs nearly meeting at his belly button.
“B-Binghe,” Liu Qingge gasped. Still shivery and skin buzzing from his previous orgasms, he was helpless to the introduction of a new one, and without remedy or escape from the onslaught of pleasure, he could only wrap his arms around Luo Binghe’s neck, hanging on desperately.
“That’s it,” Luo Binghe cooed. “So good, Qingge. You’re so strong, so enduring,” a kiss pressed against Liu Qingge’s bare shoulder, “so handsome.”
“You—” Liu Qingge puffed, unable to say anymore as a moan threatened to bubble out of his lips and he ended up muffling the sound into the side of Luo Binghe’s neck, the bastard humming in response as he continued to guide Liu Qingge to rut against his thigh, this time with more force.
“Ohhhh.”
Liu Qingge groaned as he was driven to grind against Luo Binghe’s leg, each drag and push doing wonders for his slick cunt. His clit bore most of the pressure as he arched his back, and he was pretty sure he was making a mess on of Luo Binghe’s thigh, but he couldn’t care. Not when his entrance was awfully neglected and his insides were woefully empty.
“More,” he begged quietly. “More.” His nails dug into Luo Binghe’s back, and the bigger man jerked as he felt pinpricks of pain sting his shoulder blades. Liu Qingge shuddered out a sigh as the sudden movement only tantalizingly teased him further. “C’mon, more.”
Luo Binghe only continued to rock him, laving across his collarbones.
Liu Qingge began to move his hips in circles, determined to get himself off if Luo Binghe wasn’t. He fucked into the crease of Luo Binghe’s hip and thigh and felt the man’s interested cock twitch against his knee as he pressed close, but didn’t do much more with it as he chased after his own pleasure.
Luo Binghe obviously wasn’t bothered by that.
No, instead, his boyfriend was only encouraging him, running his hands up and down his sides and stroking his back before grabbing Liu Qingge’s ass in big palmfuls to grope and support his pace.
Liu Qingge groaned as his cheeks were pried and smooshed together as Luo Binghe played with his ass and when he arched into the touch, he was only reminded of how much he needed something in him before he went crazy. He grabbed Luo Binghe’s wrist, pushing it downwards to his entrance, and Luo Binghe went amicably, pushing the tip of his fingers against Liu Qingge’s messy hole.
“Binghe,” Liu Qingge half-begged, half-threatened.
Another kiss was placed on his ear.
“Qingge has been so good to me today,” Luo Binghe mused. “Of course, Qingge deserves a little appreciation.”
‘A little’ was an understatement when Luo Binghe slid in 3 fingers at once from the get-go.
Liu Qingge moaned loudly, clenching down on the digits, but he couldn’t complain. Not when Luo Binghe was stretching him deliciously wide (not as wide as his dick though) and urging him to grind harder against his thigh. Liu Qingge’s gasp petered out into a whine as Luo Binghe hooked his fingers just right, and then he was trembling through an early orgasm as Luo Binghe continued to pet deep inside him.
“B-Binghe, ah,” Liu Qingge heaved.
He was boneless when Luo Binghe laid him down on the bed, fingers still in him, then began to kiss all over Liu Qingge’s body.
“Thank you, Qingge,” Luo Binghe murmured into his clavicle as he twisted his hand just so, and Liu Qingge writhed in response. His vision narrowed down to just Luo Binghe, those plush lips of his trailing a burning path down his abdomen, tonguing his belly button to make him whimper a little, then past the thatch of hair that adorned Liu Qingge’s crotch.
He cried out when Luo Binghe’s tongue replaced his fingers, helpless to the deep strokes that came after as malleable muscle wriggled deep in him. He gripped Luo Binghe’s hair as his knees slammed shut around Luo Binghe’s head, arching at a ruthless flick, then another.
“Binghe!”
Luo Binghe hummed, one long deep-seated noise that vibrated into the depths of Liu Qingge’s pussy and then before Liu Qingge could prepare himself, he was cumming hard, dry orgasm shaking him to the core, all his cries warbled into the air.
He flopped back onto the bed with panting gasps, eyes blearily blinking away tears, and he distantly felt Luo Binghe sitting up on his knees, leaning over him. His boyfriend’s grinning face greeted him, and still dazed and not-all-the-way-there in terms of his coordination, Liu Qingge patted his cheek a little too hard.
Luo Binghe took it in grace, and his hand grasped Liu Qingge’s against his face, keeping it there.
“Thank you,” Luo Binghe repeated. He kissed Liu Qingge’s palm where he could reach, and laughed when Liu Qingge’s forehead scrunched, then kissed Liu Qingge properly on the lips. “Thank you for the best birthday gift ever.”
“Mm.”
Liu Qingge wanted to protest a little at how Luo Binghe seemed to imply that Liu Qingge was the gift and not the beast left unpacked in the qiankun pouch, but his eyelids were growing too heavy, and he was struggling to keep them open.
The last thing felt was Luo Binghe’s arms wrapping him in a warm embrace, plush chest cushioning his drooling face, and then just like that, he was gone.
So what if he was a present for Luo Binghe’s birthday?
Liu Qingge never intended to hide his feelings anyway.