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Shen Qingqiu had long since shed any embarrassment at his subvocals and their corresponding messages he broadcast to the world. Gone was the aloof and cold shizun or awkward shut in, instead he fully embraced the manipulative and elegant omega he felt somehow he was always meant to be. The upper hand he gained intentionally wafting a scent of displeasure in a meeting and seeing his opponent falter; the satisfaction staring impassively over a fan but letting out a hint of a proud parental chirp and seeing a disciple grow bolder in their learning; it felt just as powerful as any System purchased OP cultivation ability!
He still wasn’t sure why everyone, even the other omegas around him, listened so intently to his quiet queues and slight scent deviations but he’d take advantage none the less. A trill of good providor, my good boy caused even Airplane-bro to crumple in the face of his requests, and then vanish off to go do whatever it was he did with his ice demon. Shen Qingqiu didn’t like to think about how it was probably similar to what he did with his own husbands (how he ended up with more than one as a totally straight man was beyond him).
Speaking of husbands, he’d gotten carried away, thinking back on his many great uses for the skills of this world. The greatest use was of course here in his nest in the bamboo house at the start of his heat. With a simple warbling whimper of not soft enough, my nest! My nest is so cold! Heat partner! Both of his husbands would go scrambling about the house to do his bidding.
Luo Binghe’s chest deep rumbles that could sometimes be felt through the wood floor (because of course he’d have super powerful floor shaking subvocals) would call out shamelessly, I will provide! I am the best partner, choose me! Look at me! Look at my offering! I am so warm, omega choose me please please please.
Shen Qingqiu still wasn’t sure where he went wrong to have this absolute specimen of an alpha begging and pleading him on hands and knees with big weeping eyes instead of lording over him, but he knew better than to complain now. Somehow his previously white lotus disciple had stayed as clingy and whiny as he’d always been, even as his subvocals dropped into ranges that could be used for bragging and dominance. Not that many alphas did that as it was pretty rude and a bit lame to run around growling and posturing, but shoot a man for thinking it’d be attractive for his husband to do it.
His second husband would let out his omegan vocals in a similar pitch and simplicity to his own, but with a far sharper and less intentional tone. When they’d first started this arrangement, his subvocals had been rusty from disuse and frequently caused a flush to spread across his face as they exposed feelings of, I love you! Lovely mate! Nest mate! And the like. Now, his proud warbles were confident in their declarations and defense of Shen Qingqiu. Liu Qingge’s sounds rose above Luo Binghe’s, filling the house with, Cold? Cold nest? Blankets! I am the best bringer of blankets! I am the best partner! I know how to make the best nest. Best nest! Best blankets! Best heat!
He would never meet Shen Qingqiu’s eyes when he got like this, all needy and proud during their yearly season, but at least Liu Qingge had stopped leaping through the nearest window to go punch rocks to cool down. In fact, he’d even stopped snarking at Binghe when they both went for the same blanket, and instead presented it to their omega together!
Shen Qingqiu didn’t even have to play up his feelings or manipulate his throat to flood the room with the scent of satisfaction and the strong purrs of Yes, my lovely protectors. My good mates. My good nest, so soft! And then as his husbands practically vibrated out of their skin, he tilted his nose in the air imperiously and said aloud, “This one would like you both in this nest,” his thin face could barely let him get through the next words, “I would like to spend my heat with both of you.”
It was all a bit formal for his tastes, but as they’d learned after the first heat where there’d been a great deal of unsexy fighting between his omega and his alpha from jealousy and instinctual miscommunications, some traditional and cheesy heat invitations and nesting demands went a long way towards putting the attention where it was most important. On him, and the pulsing arousal finally rearing its ugly head as his clingy and demanding pre-heat dipped into the true, burning desire of full heat. It didn’t make him a mindless sex animal like some of those fanfics he’d read back in his old world, but it sure made it a lot easier to slide his sheer inner robe down his shoulders and roll on his stomach without exploding from humiliation.
He whined, letting out a garbled mess of real words and subvocal cries, shuddering at the brush of cool air against his throbbing cunt and leaking clit. This was always embarrassing, the brief moment where arousal took over but he wasn’t being fucked into oblivion by one of the two beautiful men still carefully climbing into his nest after him. There was a beat of hesitation, during which he heard the suspicious snapping of teeth as well as a rolling growl and bitten off hiss that both clearly screamed Mine! My turn!
Shen Qingqiu shuddered, clenching down on nothing and feeling a trail of slick begin to drip onto the pillow beneath him. As hot as that was, he was getting bored and his stomach was starting to cramp with rampant need so he whimpered shamelessly, Alpha! Knot, please! Fill me?
That broke up the fight easily enough, and he felt Binghe’s large hands clamp down around his waist, easily pulling his hips up and away from their comfortable prone position into a more traditional breeding pose. His chest and arms still lay against the bed and his back was forced into an arch, straining almost painfully as Binghe dropped one hand to gather up the dripping slick smearing between them. With the other, he leaned forward to blanket his omega completely with his body, wrapping an arm around soft skin and grasping at a lightly heaving chest. Binghe groped the soft muscle there, and the next pleased rumble really did shake through Shen Qingue’s body, rattling out a weak keen.
“Shizun, shizun, shizun!” Binghe panted helplessly, not driven mad by lust in the “fuck or die” way Shen Yuan had first expected from his prior “research”, but rather in the “horny idiot that really wants to have sex” kind of way. The heat just made it all the more intense, and made Shen Qingqiu push back to find where Binghe was coating his fingers with slick and pressing into his hand.
He groped blindly for Liu Qingge, struggling to lift his head to catch the eye of his beautiful, strong omega sitting still just to the side of the nest. Whether struck dumb with the sight before him or unsure of where he belonged in the tangle of limbs, Shen Qingqiu didn’t know nor care. What he did know what that one of his heat partners was panting in his ear and beginning to push against his throbbing cunt with proping fingers, and the other was not fucking touching him!
“Qi-Qingge!” he gasped out, finally grabbing hold of blessedly bare skin and digging his nails in hard enough to drag a grunt from the other man. With his right hand firmly holding on to his omega, Shen Qingqiu reached back with his left to grab a handful of wild hair and pull on his alpha to get his attention. “Sit up, I want to be on all fours,” he demanded, letting his hands drop to support himself as Binghe pulled back to settle in a kneeling position behind him.
One of them whined at the brief break in contact and Shen Qingqiu liked to believe it wasn’t him, but the deep moan that was choked out behind him almost like a prayer wasn’t encouraging. No matter, he had better things to do. Namely tossing his loose hair out of his face and over one shoulder so he could fix Liu Qingge with a glare befitting his title as Qing Jing Peak Lord.
Nest mate! Come here! Rattled from the middle of his chest as he said -no- demanded, “Sit, right here! I need you to touch me!”
His thin face could barely take his begging and ordering around in the name of sex, but seeing the way a vein throbbed in Liu Qingge’s jaw as he strained his muscles to not grab Shen Qingqiu and grind against him outright like a horny mutt was worth every moment of shattered pride and the further drifting claims of straightness. Liu Qingge quickly shuffled closer, baring his teeth at Binghe as the heavenly demon did his best impression of dropping down to be an overly clingy backpack and tucking his face innocently right into the crook of Shen Qingqiu’s neck. The look he gave Liu Qingge was one of pure smugness as he drifted his hand from where it had been stroking his cock back to Shen Qingqiu’s wetness and pushed two fingers easily into him.
He was still stretched from their pre-heat normal sex, but in the face of more primal marathon sex Shen Qingqiu was known to both demand the heavenly pillar before he was ready for it and then mope and chitter and whine when it rendered him too sore to take it again. A gentle swat to the muscular thighs behind his own had Binghe moving back enough with an impressively omegan-sounding whine to reach down and focus on opening up his husband.
With enough room to breathe and move without several hundred pounds of possessive muscle and fat on his back it was laughably easy to reach forward and pull Liu Qingge down into a kiss that was more licking than connecting of lips. There was something undeniably powerful about the fact that while Shen Qingqiu was the one actively in heat and on his knees sandwiched between two of the strongest men in this world he had them both eating out of the palm of his hand..
“Liu-shidi, please,” he rasped, trying to go for teasing and falling short with an embarrassing amount of genuine need. It was worth it for the way Liu Qingge’s eyes grew wide with shock as he sputtered, grasping the back of Shen Qingqiu’s head and deepening the kiss, choppy purrs vibrating them both in a litany that all but screamed, Yes!
It took everything Shen Qingqiu had to pull away -aided not insignificantly by Binghe’s grip tightening around his waist and pulling him back more firmly against the fingers forcing him open- but he managed all the same and panted for breath, gazing at the Bhai Zhan War God bent over him and equally out of breath. It was laughably easy to push him down on his back with little more than a finger to his shoulder and a pointed chuff.
Liu Qingge covered his mouth to quiet his breathing, but it did nothing to muffle the purrs still rumbling out of his chest. Shen Qingqiu was tired of all this waiting around, self-inflicted though it was as he held the reins here so to speak, so he dove down with no more fanfare. It seemed useless now to have pushed his clingiest husband away to get on all fours, just to drop his chest back down to the blankets below with muscular legs bracketing him on either side. The added maneuverability was worth it, as he shot a glance back up to look Liu Qingge fiercely in the eyes and licked a stripe up and between his swollen labia, ending at his hard cock and sucking it into his mouth.
He keened high in his throat as the sweet-salty tang of slick flooded his senses, and Liu Qingge gasped and keened back. They were lost in each other for just a moment, Shen Qingqiu flicking his tongue over the cock that was the perfect size for a comfortable mouthful with Liu Qingge reaching down to tenderly and shakily run his fingers through Shen Qingqiu’s hair, pressing him down gently and rolling his hips up into the soft suction and friction.
Luo Binghe, never one to be left out when it came to hoarding every ounce of his shizun’s attention, curled his fingers (When had he gotten up to four? Was Shen Qingqiu really that distracted already?) and stroked deliciously over the heated omega’s g-spot. He released the cock in his mouth, crying out helplessly while his keening grew in volume. Binghe pressed a suspiciously smug kiss to the side of his hip, peeling back his lips to press his sharp teeth against him in a gentle promise of a bite.
Overwhelmed by it all, Shen Qingqiu felt his first orgasm beginning to overtake him in a slowly cresting peak, panting and drooling against the cunt tantalizingly close to his mouth as instead of more teasing Binghe turned his slow thrusting and stretching into a firm and rapid tap tap tap right against that spot that had Shen Qingqiu seeing stars. Liu Qingge’s legs trembled with the urge to stay still, and Shen Qingqiu grabbed hold of one unfairly defined hip and weakly pulled until his tongue was pressed between swollen labia against a dripping hole and his nose bumped into the cock that crowned it. Taking the hint, Liu Qingge ground his hips against Shen Qingue’s face, for all intents and purposes using it as little more than a toy while their tangled keening reached a fever pitch.
With a feeling that bordered on a mix of blinding pleasure and the urge to urinate, Shen Qingqiu came to the feeling of fingers stuffing him full, sharp teeth digging into his hip, and omega slick thick on his tongue.
Cultivation could help with many aspects of life, dual cultivation of course being one of those, but it didn’t mean he didn’t need to breathe. Pulling his head back and resting it on a perfect hipbone, he slumped out of Binghe’s grip and slid down to lay on his side to catch his breath and ride out the aftershocks that had his muscles trembling and spasming without his control. He didn’t think Liu Qingge had been able to orgasm during that time, but there was not a bone in his body that had the energy to do anything about it. He’d make it up to the other omega later when he got a chance.
It had been hard to hear over the keening of two excited omegas, but now in its absence the deep tones of pleased alpha rumbling began to fill the room once more. Shen Qingqiu’s mind was still buzzing with pleasure so he couldn’t quite put words to the feelings being shared by it, but he could guess it was something that would all but force him to swat Binghe to make it stop or perish then and there from embarrassment so he didn’t put much effort into translating. The growl that began to rattle in Liu Qingge’s throat, the sort that easily communicated a certain amount of knock it off all but confirmed it.
Pulling himself back together Shen Qingqiu let out a sound that made his entire body burn with humiliation at the pure unfiltered desperation of it, which boiled down to something along the lines of fuck me I am dying and needy. It was a bit more dramatic than he’d thought it would be, but as he regained the feeling in his extremities he could acknowledge that he was feeling empty and painfully aroused again. Thankfully it did the trick and Binghe’s raunchy rumblings and Qingge’s offended growls cut off and became a flood of excited scent and chirps of Yes, yes! All for you! From both of them. Ahhh, sweet victory.
He should have remembered victory came at a cost, as huge hands returned to his waist and flipped him onto his back with an undignified yelp. He should have also remembered that the only thing worse than Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe fighting, was Liu Qingge and Luo Binghe working together. They’d gotten better at it over time outside of the bedroom, but rarely did they agree so frequently and so quickly on anything other than how to fuck Shen Qingqiu into the next day. It was a wonderful problem to have, even as he tried to cover his blushing face with a hand in lieu of a fan and had his wrists grabbed gently by Liu Qingge, who adjusted him until his head was against warm thighs and his hands were held up and away from his body.
Luo Binghe’s hands were no less gentle but far more greedy as he lifted up his hips and stacked a few pillows under them so he was at a more comfortable height (pillows from a special stack outside of the nest, so his carefully constructed work wouldn’t be disturbed Shen Qingqiu was pleased to note).
His former disciple’s voice was pure as a sheep even as his rumbling grew in volume and intensity, giving away his true intentions. “Shizun,” he whined, blinking innocent brown eyes down at him, “Are you ready to take this lowly disciple?” Was what he said aloud, while the room filled with the sound of Mine, my omega, all mine, I’m going to breed you, stuff you full, never let you go, and so on in an almost unending stream of filth that had Shen Qingqiu regretting he wasn’t blissed out in a post orgasmic haze to ignore it this time.
“Don’t call me that when we’re like this!” was all he managed to croak out in return, struggling weakly against Liu Qingge’s unforgiving grip and turning his head away so he wouldn’t have to look either of them in the eye as his subvocals betrayed him in a way they only did during heat. The needy barrage of breed me, yes, all yours! that flooded from him had even Liu Qingge growing hotter and clamping down on the wrists in his grasp in a sudden spasm.
Binghe’s cheeky, “Yes, shizun,” was barely audible over the sound of his own purring, but it didn’t stop Shen Qingqiu from kicking him in his stupidly meaty thigh as he knelt to be bracketed between Shen Qingqiu’s own pale legs. Who decided his husbands should be two of the manliest examples of men to have ever been created, so his own reasonably masculine body was delicate in comparison?? The answer was Airplane and whatever hack fangirl wrote this world, technically, but he didn’t like to think about that when he was about to have sex with those two wonderfully manly men. It made him feel weird in a way he didn’t have the bandwidth to focus on as Binghe ground the heavenly pillar against Shen Qingqiu’s soaked pussy.
He knew it would fit, it always did, and they’d been doing this for years and years at this point but sue a man with survival instincts for the flash of nervousness at the sight of it between his narrow hips. It looked intimidating just being compared to the size of his body, much less his hole. Thankfully after their first few times where taking the pillar was painful simply by proxy of both him and Binghe being overexcited and inexperienced, they’d invited Liu Qingge into their bed and he’d promptly destroyed several walls trying to kill the alpha when he realized Binghe had been shoving it in without preparation.
How was Shen Qingqiu supposed to know that in a world where wives had magically been able to take the heavenly pillar every time without flinching and where he himself seemed to get stuck in wife plot after wife plot, things like preparation before sex existed? It totally had nothing to do with the fact that the extent of his sex ed had been “don’t get someone else pregnant” and then his taste in novels, which he still stands by reading only for the plot.
His scent was just beginning to curl with impatience when the pillar caught against his loosened hole and began to press in with aching slowness. Shen Qingqiu’s mouth went slack, back arching and head pressing harder against Liu Qingge’s lap as he squirmed and whimpered at the intense pressure and stretch. Finally, finally, he was so full! He might not be heat-mad or anything so dramatic, but being filled until he felt like he might burst certainly scratched some primal itch deep within him. Or maybe that was Binghe’s cock pressing against his g-spot. It was really hard to focus like this.
After what felt like ages of subvocal cries that didn’t translate in his brain, the oppressive scent of his pack’s arousal around him, and his own panting moans, he felt Binghe’s hips press against his own. This omegaverse may have not been kind enough to make it the sort that didn’t require stretching to fit that monster of a cock, but it was at least the sort that was kind enough to not put the cervix four inches up the vaginal canal. He thinks he would have died if he’d had to deal with something else making it harder to take Luo Binghe’s heavenly pillar.
He clenched down, shuddering as the cock deep within him twitched and flexed, pressing harder against his g-spot and forcing a cry past his open lips. Binghe’s hips tensed as though he was going to draw out to beginning thrusting with abandon, which was exactly what Shen Qingqiu wanted consequences be damned, but a curt hiss from Liu Qingge put a quick top to that and both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe looked away from each other like naughty children caught with their hands in the cookie jar.
“Gently, beast,” Liu Qingge growled, finally releasing his grip on Shen Qingqiu’s wrists to smooth one hand through his hair, and to press the other to Binghe’s chest in a not-so-subtle threat of violence.
It seemed for a moment Binghe was going to growl right back and risk starting a fight over the perceived slight of anyone telling him how to take care of his mate (regardless of both of them also being mates, the meatheads) right up until Shen Qingqiu’s subvocals loudly and proudly reminded them all just how hot it was to have Qingge telling their hulking alpha how to do his job of fucking him into next week. His fluttering and clenching muscles must have also communicated that to Binghe, who released a quiet grunt and an impressively submissive string of please please please omegas please let me move.
Shen Qingqiu’s hands which had fallen to cover his face to once again hide his embarrassment at his out of control subvocals lifted just enough for him to use his real words and choke out, “You- you can move now, Binghe.”
That was enough for Liu Qingge’s hand to fall away from Binghe’s chest and settle one back against Shen Qingqiu’s wrists, stroking and rubbing at the scent glands and sensitive skin there and the other falling to stroke over his throat. It sent shockwaves through his body that made the slow drag of the heavenly pillar back out that much more delicious. The increased sensitivity but ability to still come multiple times was a novelty that Shen Yuan would never take for granted in this body, so he didn’t try to resist as Binghe began a pace that quickly built the feeling of pleasure back up.
The alpha kept his thrusts deep but powerful, never pulling out more than halfway before pushing back into the hilt. His cock pressed so deliciously against every sensitive inch of his hole, and with the heavenly pillar never leaving his g-spot for more than a second Shen Qingqiu found himself quickly trembling once more, head falling back under the hand cradling his through, teeth clenched almost painfully, and his legs flexing and tensing in a way that he knew was going to leave him aching and sore once this was all over. Pulses of pleasure shot through every inch of his body, the building feeling almost like he needed to piss growing as well, all radiating out from his clenching center.
He was distantly aware of Binghe leaning down, trying to catch his mouth in a kiss but managing to do little more than lick against his bared teeth before being tugged away. The sound of lips meeting and teeth clacking against each other in the markedly fun style of biting and fighting Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge both enjoyed drifted down. It was quickly drowned out by his own cry, reaching out to dig his nails into both of his mates as the pleasure finally crested. He could feel the relief as the pulsing and building of sensation released with a wet gush all over Binghe, turning from acute and almost overwhelming pleasure-pain into full body tingles and aftershocks.
He slumped bonelessly, blinking up with bleary eyes and twitching weakly as Luo Binghe slowed his thrusts to help him continue to ride out the pleasure and come down slowly. At some point it seemed the two had given up on pretending to kiss, and instead Binghe’s teeth were planted firmly in the side of Liu Qingge’s neck and Liu Qingge’s hands were clawing down his back and tangled in his hair. Their snarling and growling would make a lesser man quail, but thankfully Shen Qingqiu could recognize it as the good kind of growling. The kind like when dogs were play fighting but sounded like they were trying to kill each other, but not actually trying to kill each other.
It also explained the twitching and flexing of the legs he was using as a pillow, and the smell of satisfied omega growing and twining with his own scent. Ah, he was so lucky to have two mates that could rough each other up instead of leaving him covered in bite marks he had to desperately hide for meetings! Not to say he didn’t like a good refresh of his mating bite once in a while, but he’d rather look like he went through a heat with a normal alpha and not like he’d been mauled by a pack of rabid and possessive dogs.
Once the oversensitivity died down into pleasurable tingles he tilted his hips greedily back against Binghe’s own. The look that earned him was burning in its intensity, brown eyes tinged red and zuiyin flaring with demonic power. That- probably wasn’t a good sign actually, if Binghe was losing control like this, but gods if it didn’t make something within him go a bit feral. Oh well, that was a problem for post-heat Shen Yuan! Current heat Shen Yuan wanted to dig his teeth into a meaty pec and get knotted already; so what was he waiting for.
Evidently his subvocals and something in his expression seemed to communicate that well enough as Luo Binghe pulled away from Liu Qingge with one last snap of teeth. He adjusted, lifting Shen Qingqiu’s hips further up off their pillows and planting one foot next to his hip, his other knee still in the bottom of the nest. Shen Qingqiu had an absurd flash of a vivid memory, comparing the stance to that of the kneeling lunge he’d almost thrown out his hip doing in a yoga class back in his old life. Huh, who knew it was dual-purpose.
Any coherence was quickly lost as Luo Binghe started to fuck into him with abandon, no more of the short but powerful motions. Instead he drew out almost all the way with every thrust, slamming back into Shen Qingqiu like he was trying to break him in half. Without Binghe’s searing hot hands on his waist to pull him back into his movements and Liu Qingge’s perfect abs to brace him from the other direction, he might just have done that very thing. At the very least he would’ve slid away across the nest and they would’ve had to stop and fix everything, which honestly sounded worse to him in this moment.
Shen Qingqiu’s subvocals were proud to tell the world how good it felt, as all he could manage to make come out of his mouth were punched-out grunts and pants. Binghe’s growls had died into pleased rumbles, and he was saying things aloud, the horny bastard. It was all Shen Qingqiu could do not to die right then and there of embarrassment from the barrage of, “Yes, my good omega, my perfect shizun,” and the like. How was a man supposed to maintain any semblance of control in the face of that??
Not to mention Liu Qingge was making these little bitten back gasps above him, and his thighs were shifting and rubbing against each other with short aborted movements. When he looked up at that beautiful face with its steely gaze locked so intently on Shen Qingqiu’s face it took his breath away.
He was so distracted he almost didn’t notice Binghe’s knot begin to inflate and catch. Almost being the key word, as it was impossible to ignore something of that size happening to his own insides. With one last thrust Luo Binghe locked them together, shuddering through the throws of his own orgasm as he began to pump Shen Qingqiu full of cum. There was always some part of his hindbrain that would mourn that the small bulge forming at the bottom of his stomach would go away as soon as his alpha pulled out and Shen Qingqiu would be empty of both cock and cum once more. Then his frontal lobe kicked in and remembered for it to not go away he’d have to get pregnant and give birth, and while the breeding was fun, pups were not on the table just yet.
Hindbrain firmly beaten back with a stick, he could focus on the feeling of warmth spreading within him, and the swelling and twitching of Luo Binghe’s cock with each pulse of seed while some deep-seated omega part of him purred with the satisfaction of being bred so well. He wasn’t quite ready to come again himself, as nice as the knotting and the grinding felt it was only enough to send pleasure shooting through his body but not enough to send him careening off the edge of orgasm.
Binghe, good boy that he was (after hours of lessons and demonstrations wherein Liu Qingge and he had marathon sex until he’d figured it out), noticed his husband’s lack of orgasm as soon as he wasn’t trapped within the depths of pleasure. His cock still pulsed occasionally, sending a jolt and a shudder through the both of them, but he took the time to look at the omega under him, and then the omega across from him. Shen Qingqiu followed his gaze and- oh. Liu Qingge was a mess. His cheeks had a light flush high on them, strands of his shiny hair were sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his dark gaze was locked on the point where the two were connected, eyeing the outline of Luo Binghe’s cock and cum through Shen Qingqiu’s taught stomach as if he couldn’t decide who to be jealous of.
Shen Qingqiu was surprised the other omega was so distracted. Normally if Binghe had taken this long to start reaching down to rub his thumb over his clit he’d be reminding him with a firm hand of his duty. He turned his head surreptitiously to the side, catching a whiff of slick and cum from the apex of Liu Qingge’s thighs, along with the growing scent of heat. Well, wasn’t that convenient (and more than a little arousing)! He’d managed to come just watching his husbands have sex, and now that Shen Qingqiu’s heat was going to break for a few hours, it was the perfect time for the second omega of their little trio to go into heat!
Binghe’s nostrils flared, and his mouth dropped open slightly as if tasting the scent in the air. His pupils dilated, nearly blacking out the brown iris, and he let out the most filthy, possessive, rumble yet. Shen Qingqiu would’ve told him off for being so greedy if it didn’t make Liu Qingge’s breath hitch and his eyes widened in turn. He knew his face was smug as the two sized each other up, but as if sensing his smugness Luo Binghe redirected just enough of his attention to look at him, and then give a torturously slow grind that tugged on the knot pressing against every sensitive part of him before pressing against Shen Qingqiu’s clit. It wasn’t fair how hot that was! He barely even had to work to do that!
Just to top off being evil (and really, when had his husband gotten this confident in the bedroom? Had he and Liu Qingge been practicing when he wasn’t around?), Binghe leaned down, blanketing back over Shen Qingqiu and completely covering him with his heavy and hot body. Temperature-wise, as well as appearance-wise, of course. One large hand squeezed between the two of them, finally beginning to rub against his clit, and Shen Qingue’s vision went blurry as it seemed to heighten the pleasure of the knot still swollen inside him. He may have also just been clenching down and pulling it more firmly into himself; it was hard to tell.
As the small pulses of pleasure began to ramp up into a full body experience of tingles and lightning, he turned his head to petulantly see why his alpha wasn’t kissing him, or biting his shoulder, or doing any of his other usual post-knot clingy behaviors! He was blessed with the sight of Binghe’s face buried between Liu Qingge’s thighs, having pulled the one not being used as a pillow out of the way to give him easy access to Liu Qingge’s swollen hole. Liu Qingge’s hands were both buried in wild hair, body curling over both of them and eyes shut with a look of concentration almost identical to the focus he seemed to get only on the battlefield. Considering the tension between the two, it wasn’t much of a surprise to see the similarities.
The slick sounds of Binghe thrusting his tongue inside of Liu Qingge, the other omega’s quiet panting but enthusiastic subvocals crying out for more, and the pleasure radiating out through his body was finally enough to send Shen Qingqiu into his third orgasm. This one lasted longer than the others, milking Binghe’s knot for all it was worth and trying to escape greedy fingers as they drew out his orgasm and sent sparks of delicious overstimulation flying through him all at the same time.
By the time Binghe drew his hand away, smugly bringing it up to suck the slick off his fingers with a grin soaked through in Liu Qingge’s juices, it seemed the other two had already finished their little game. It was a shame, but going off of the way Liu Qingge was looking down at both of them with nothing but raw need in his face, it wouldn’t be the only orgasm he’d get the chance to watch today. Especially not with the way the heavenly pillar’s knot finally went down enough to be gently pulled out of his aching hole but was still hard and ready to go.
Luo Binghe looked down at him, as though considering whether or not Shen Qingqiu wanted to go again for round two. He must have seen some of the grimace on the omega’s face at the feeling of soreness, not to mention slick and cum beginning to leak out of him and instead changed direction to dive down and clean him up with his mouth.
“Nuh-uh,” Shen Qingqiu said dumbly, pressing a palm to Binghe’s forehead and pushing him away from him, “You’re going to take care of your other mate, and this one is going to take a nap.”
The pout Binghe sent him would’ve crushed the hearts of many, but thankfully Shen Qingqiu had experience saying no to that pout when absolutely necessary, and Liu Qingge’s quiet whine seemed to be enough to convince Binghe that he could take a break from bullying Shen Qingqiu and go fuck the other man through his wave of heat instead.
Crisis of a fourth potential orgasm before he was ready averted, Shen Qingqiu slid off his prop of pillows and onto his side bonelessly. If he reached down to press into himself with a few fingers using the mess of cum and slick to ease his way as he watched his mates begin their foreplay of fighting each other for dominance, well. That was just for him to know, wasn’t it.