Shen Yuan’s lashes flutter as he laughs at something happening on the screen. Luo Binghe doesn’t really watch whatever drama is on — Shen Yuan’s face holds his eyes and refuses to let go.
He is so hungry for this man. His hand itch to touch his hair, hold his wrists, slide against his-
Luo Binghe barely feels like a person anymore. He is endless craving locked into a body. His blood is buzzing in his veins urging him to move, to claim.
“Binghe, are you bored?” Shen Yuan asks with a small frown.
“But you’re barely watching. We can do something else, if you want.”
Always so considerate, his Shen Yuan. Luo Binghe tries day after day to give back even an inch of what he receives, but no amount of meals or cleaning can ever repay what he’s given.
“Yuan-ge.” Luo Binghe can’t hold back his loving smile. He knows he’s walking on the edge, knows how easy it is to make Shen Yuan uncomfortable. “You know I love watching things with you.”
You know I love you. You must know. Please.
“You just like it to see me all riled up.”
Hands in his hair, mouth on his neck, his soft gasps as Luo Binghe presses him into the couch, his lithe body trembling-
-his glasses falling on the floor, then his T-shirt, his sweatpants-
-his eyes squeezing shut-
“Sorry, Yuan-ge.” Gods above, how he aches. “The show is fine. Your commentary is exemplary, as always.”
Shen Yuan rolls his eyes at him. Luo Binghe wants to crawl inside his chest, inside his very heart and feel it beat around him, soft and warm.
“Binghe is such a flatterer.”
“Only speaking the truth.”
“Bullshit.” Shen Yuan laughs. Such a darling sound. Luo Binghe is so in love it scares him. Would there be anything left of him if Shen Yuan left him? He would never dare to even imagine it.
“Fine, fuck the show.” Shen Yuan hits pause and turns to look right at him.
It’s torture. It’s pure bliss.
“What does Yuan-ge want to do, then?”
“Mm.” Shen Yuan hums softly. “Make me some tea?”
Afterwards he wouldn’t even be able to tell what exactly happened. Shen Yuan’s been tempting him for years and Luo Binghe’s tried so hard to protect their friendship from his desire. But something about Shen Yuan’s lazy posture, about his complete confidence that Luo Binghe will do as he asks.
It’s all suddenly too much. His love suddenly overflows.
He launches forward and kisses Shen Yuan. His heart is beating so fast and he can barely breathe, but he is also in heaven.
He thinks he makes some kind of a sound.
“Or we could do this, I guess.” Shen Yuan gasps against his lips.
And it’s not a love confession, but it’s even better, somehow. It’s real.
“Binghe.” Shen Yuan holds him close and pats his hair. “Breathe.”
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