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Lil merch for polyamory ship feels like a blessing

(imagine me struggling to find their ship name. It was a few minutes before)

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I got a comment, and it reminded me of this, (I have posted it as a wip before) so I finished it. Have some LBH/SY/MBJ bad porn from the poly AU.

Shen Qingqiu would say that Luo Binghe is a morning person, but in this particular case it would be a lie. Luo Binghe is just an anytime kind of person. As long as his husband is on the menu, when doesn’t matter. Shen Qingqiu is convinced that if he himself didn’t enjoy sleeping, Luo Binghe would forgo it altogether in favor of having sex all night long, every night.

Shen Qingqiu would die, but he thinks his stallion of a husband would just feel more energised.

So he’s not exactly a stranger to being awakened by intimate caresses. As long as it’s not too early, he’s usually amenable to it. He has to rise anyway, so why not make it pleasant?

He is somewhat less familiar with the current number of hands and mouth trying to wake him up. He’s pretty certain the teeth worrying at his chest and the hand sliding between his thighs are Luo Binghe’s, so the mouth on his nape and the other hand grasping his left hip must be Mobei-Jun’s.

He’s also pretty sure the erection rubbing against the back of his thighs is also Mobei-Jun’s, unless Shen Qingqiu is terribly wrong and he’s in a very, very bad situation. That is quite unlikely, considering anyone trying to get frisky with him who isn’t those two must not only have a death wish, but the kind of death wish where they hate life so bad they want to spend their last year in pain and misery. His status as Luo Binghe’s husband is very, very well known, to his continued embarrassment. The occasional hopelessly stupid demon has tried to kidnap him. It had always, famously, ended very badly for them.

He could just open his eyes and look to check, but he can’t be bothered. He’s still tired, damn it. Last night’s play ended up lasting for quite a while. If they want to have fun, they can work for it.

So he pretends not to be awake just yet as Luo Binghe’s hand wraps around his cock to get him on board. It gets a bit harder when fingers slip inside him with an ease demonstrating he’s still wet and open from last night, but he tries not to squirm, or worse, lean into the tempting touch.

“Is Husband going to keep ignoring until the end? Your Binghe will be inconsolable.”

He can’t help rolling his eyes under his still closed eyelids.

“It seems I’m going to have to make Shizun talk to me if I want to hear his beautiful voice.”

Shen Qingqiu sighs. It’s too early for these games. “I’m awake, since some people won’t let me sleep in pea- Ah!” Binghe, there were enough fingers before yours came to play! “Give me a moment!” Sure, he’s loose, but maybe not enough to accommodate two different set of digits forcing him open, especially since he’s sandwiched between two people. That’s a lot of stimulation.

“We have given Husband enough time already. Can’t he tell?”

Yes, Shen Qingqiu can tell his partners have been waiting longer than he has. The erections pressing against him from both sides are doing all the talking for them.

Cruel fingers rub harder inside him, causing him to bite his lips to keep silent. “Husband should be more than ready still to accept one of us, should he allow it. Or does he need more convincing? Maybe if he came first, he’d be more willing.”

Luo Binghe’s other hand has now also found its way down Shen Qingqiu’s body, teasing the head of his rapidly filling cock. The other continues to compete with Mobei-Jun’s to drive Shen Qingqiu mad from the inside.

Not to mention the cool touch teasing his nipples into hard buds.

There is no way this is going to last long. “What-,” he gasps as Luo Binghe quickens over him, “ whatever permission Binghe requires, he has, he can do whatever he wants, ah, as long as, as he –“

Luo Binghe swallows the end of his sentence before he starts speaking. “Too late. Now, I want to see Husband breaks more than I want him myself. He’s always so pretty when he comes, how could I deprive myself of this sight?” Still, he pulls out his fingers in a slow drag that sends shivers down Shen Qingqiu’s spine, and then looks over Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders. “Of course, I don’t see why others should abstain while I observe.”

It takes about two seconds for the hand still fingering him to pull out, instead lifting his thigh up to make space for something much bigger that has him scrambling for purchase on his husband’s body, as all of Mobei-Jun’s force throws him forward.

Crushed between his husband and his lover, all traces of sleepiness are stolen away from him. He’s now too aware not to blush bright red at the filth Luo Binghe says, his disciple’s eyes as hungry as his words or his hands.

It takes no time at all for Shen Qingqiu to shatter, just as his husband wished. How was he supposed to resist both the cock currently filling him with more come than Shen Qingqiu taught he could ever contain, and his husband’s ravenous delight?  

How is he supposed to tell him no when he guides Shen Qingqiu to rest on his belly and decides he wants to clean him up with his mouth before he takes his turn?

Really, the heavy weight of Mobei-Jun’s palm on the top of his back, keeping him in place as Luo1 Binghe pushes his thighs apart, is nice but unnecessary.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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So I had this idea and I decided to write it. Set in the poly universe, but not actually part of the main fic, and thus won’t make it to AO3. Explicit and huh... you’ll see. Darker than usual for this AU.

“Binghe, ah, you’re home… early.”

His husband’s eyes burn trails of fire on his skin as he stares at him, before he slides a hand behind his head and pulls him into a kiss like he wants to eat him whole.

Not exactly an unusual reaction from Luo Binghe when he returns.

Mobei-Jun doesn’t bother to stop touching him. Why would he? Luo Binghe won’t ask him to.

“Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu swaps at him. “Husband.”

Luo Binghe nods, enthralled. “Husband.”

“Better.” How can something so simple be so hard to understand? Shen Qingqiu will never stop being grateful that Luo Binghe was never exposed to sexy professor/naughty student porn, or his sex life would be even harder to manage than it already is.

“I see Husband hasn’t been lonely during my absence.”

Shen Qingqiu still finds it in himself to blush, somehow. “And whose fault is that?” If Luo Binghe has a jealousy crisis now of all times...

But no. Luo Binghe stays silent, preferring to latch his mouth to Shen Qingqiu's neck and suck until Shen Qingqiu is holding him there with trembling fingers, while Mobei-Jun is pressing against his back and spreading his hands all over him. His thighs open of their own accord to make space for his husband to nestle closer.

Instead, Mobei-Jun takes advantage, hands sliding down to tease the sensitive inside of his thighs and occasionally brushing against his hard cock in a way he knows isn’t accidental. Shen Qingqiu cannot stop pleas for more from escaping his mouth.

It's Luo Binghe’s fingers that find their way inside him first, pushing inside and stroking exploratoringly until Shen  Qingqiu starts squirming and cursing the bad things he did in his past life that earned him not one but two lovers eager to tease and slow to actually act. It’s not like they’re not into it too. When they’re that close, he can exactly how affected they are. Meanly, he rolls his hips, taking his turn at teasing. Both of them growl, the deep vibrations travelling through Shen Qingqiu. See what messing with demons get you? This is what they should teach at the sect. Don’t underestimate demons, before you know it they'll have seduced you and then won’t deliver until you've gone crazy.

“Husband is so beautiful like this, this disciple cannot hope to resist him.” His fingers move deeper while Mobei-Jun’s trails his along his length, his own erection rubbing wet and dirty against his lower back. “But he would hate to force Husband into something he doesn’t desire. Will Shen Qingqiu tell this disciple what he wants? This Luo Binghe would never forgive himself if he did something wrong.”

Shen Qingqiu could... No, forget about could, Shen Qingqiu bites his husband hard enough to draw blood.

Luo Binghe bites right back, which has Shen Qingqiu flinch away from him. “Binghe!” He knows better! Their ideas of rough play are different and he’s very aware of it!

Luo Binghe looks repentant not at all. In fact, he licks the blood off his lips like he relishes the taste.

He also adds another finger and shoves it deep, relentless until Shen Qingqiu’s throat is sore from screaming. “Well, did Shizun make up his mind? Does he want more from this disciple, or does he prefer to remain like this?”

Shen Qingqiu has half a mind to just ignore his husband and pick his other, more respectful lover, who isn’t going to make him talk. No one ever complained that Mobei-Jun was too loquacious.

It would be a callous thing to do. Mobei-Jun still is Luo Binghe’s underling after all. It wouldn’t do to put him in a position where he has to oppose his lord. And while Luo Binghe is often, too often if you asked Shen Qingqiu, content to watch, the way he keeps fingering him and making sure Shen Qingqiu couldn’t give himself relief made obvious he would favor more proactive means tonight.

Shen Qingqiu sighs, or he would if he could. What’s the point of trying to resist Luo Binghe? That’s a fight he’s not going to win, nor would he want to. “This master is willing to let his husband have whatever he fancies, as long as he stops being a terrible tease and do somethi- AH!”

Mobei-Jun’s arms snake around him to hold him up as Luo Binghe grips his hips and pulls him toward him, fucking him hard, just on the verge of too much. Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes to free himself from the terrible glint in his husband’s eyes. Unsurprisingly, his hands are trapped in Mobei-Jun’s hold, unwilling to let him come at his own pace. His mouth lingers on the back of his neck, the touch barely felt when compared to Luo Binghe pushing into him deep.

When Luo Binghe finally comes, Shen Qingqiu barely has time to think before he’s being repositioned and sat on Mobei-Jun’s cock, his limp body offering no resistance as he’s being used for both their pleasure, Luo Binghe drinking in the sight. The still coherent part of Shen Qingqiu’s brain just knows he’ll be ready again before Mobei-Jun is done.

Shen Qingqiu is doomed.

“Shizun takes it so well, maybe he could accommodate us both?”

That wakes him right up. It’s not something they haven’t done, but not without extensive preparation before the event. Luo Binghe doesn’t just expect him to take both of their ridiculously large cocks in like it’s easy, does he? “I… Ah… Not tonight. It’d, it’d be too much…”

“Are you sure? You look capable to me.”

Shen Qingqiu shivers against Mobei-Jun. Maybe he… No. Not a good idea. Luo Binghe just came back, he’ll have stamina to spare, while this would destroy his. Also, “It’s Husband! Ah! And I… said no. “

Binghe frowns, visibly vexed by his opposition. “Husband would deny me?”

“It wouldn’t be safe.”

Mobei-Jun’s voice is almost startling. For a moment, Shen Qingqiu is worried this will degenerate. Mobei-Jun rarely dares to oppose Luo Binghe, especially in matters relation to his husband.

Luo Binghe’s qi flares threateningly, but it settles down without issue. “The last thing I want is to hurt Husband. If both he and my subordinate believe it wouldn’t be a good idea, I will defer to their good judgement.” His hand wraps almost painfully around Shen Qingqiu, scrambling his thoughts completely. “As long as he is still disposed to serving me after.”

Shen Qingqiu hardly hears those words, too dazed by his rising orgasm to care.

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Luo Binghe had not known what to expect when he would return, but it had not been this.

“Binghe, ah, you’re home… early.” Said with a healthy dose of embarrassment but not a hint of guilt. Likewise, Mobei-Jun had stood still, at attention but without fear. Obviously, neither of them had believed they were doing something wrong.

It looked like his counterpart’s life had become more exciting since the last time Luo Binghe stopped by.

From their lack of modesty as Luo Binghe devoured the delightful image their naked bodies made, his presence might even be welcome.

It’s not like he had been unfamiliar with this concept. Some of his wives enjoyed each other’s company. He didn’t begrudge them their pleasure. As much as he would have liked to, he just couldn’t attend to all of them properly himself. He had taken two or more of them to bed together more than once. This hadn’t been very different. And if he’d never considered bedding Mobei-Jun before, it was clearly a lack of imagination on his part. While it would not compare to getting Shizun to submit to him, which he definitely would this time, it would still be quite a thrill to get him to moan under him. Were they married here? Could this be allowed?

The situation had been too touchy to try his luck. If both Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun figured him out, he would have to face quite a fight. But the reward would certainly be worth the risk.

Luo Binghe had approached the bed Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun occupied, and had pulled his shizun in a kiss he gladly opened up for. He hadn’t even needed most of the drugs and artifices he’d prepared to make sure Shen Qingqiu would be willing. The only one he would use, he decided as he looked at the scourge of his life getting fucked out of his mind and loving every moment of it, was the pill that would cloud their mind, erasing the memory of his visit. It would work flawlessly, better than he thought it would. Since both of them would wake up together, they would explain away any lingering mark easily. That way, they wouldn’t tell his counterpart of his visit and would have no reason for caution.

It would make subsequent visits much easier.