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whitelotus) wrote2019-05-06 09:33 am
whitelotus) wrote2019-05-06 09:33 am
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Open post. Anything goes here i.e scenes, texts, aus. Will match prose.
The random scenario meme for prompts.
The random scenario meme for prompts.
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[ It's a little difficult for Luo Binghe to be keeping up with the conversation, even if it's a limited one and mostly one where only his teacher is doing most of the talking. He's unsure as to if he's the one who ought to be saying something, wondering if he should be pointing out with ease that Shizun hasn't broken any promises that he's aware of. In all fairness though Binghe is barely aware of anything that happened a few hours prior and then there's the idea he's going to outright perish; if not today then in the morning when the sun rises. If that happens at least it solves one thing; that unrelenting fear that Shen Qingqiu will have to make a particular choice, one that involves someone leaving. If there's no option for a choice then Shen Qingqiu doesn't need to choose and Luo Binghe won't be able to feel his heart break, shattering in more ways than one. Easy in thought but in reality not so much. There is only so much skirting around an issue someone can do without talking about things.
No harm will come to you. Not as long as I'm here. Luo Binghe can't help but focus on those words, his own expression softening as they sink in. They sound so well meaning, so perfect in such a way yet even now the idea that one day it all comes crashing down still looms over him, a panic rat that does nothing but chase it's tail and sink teeth in on the rare occasions it gets loose. Living in the moment is something Luo Binghe has become accustomed to over the years, making sure to decide on short-lived plans instead of long term ones - living in an Abyss for years tends to give credence to a fact one might not live a large span of time. Shen Qingqiu is the only long term thing Luo Binghe needs in his life and even now in his drunken state he's swearing a silent oath; anything that threatens Shen Qingqiu will be made to pay ten times over. Luo Binghe knows it should be him that makes this promise, not the other way around and he opens his mouth to say as much, only managing to draw a hushed breath when he realises just how close his teacher is.]
Even when it's this one's own fault for drinking?
[ Binghe can recognise it's his own fault for imbibing wine and now he's here it's going to be his teacher that has to fix it. In a way it warms his heart a little to know that even now, no matter how stupid it is, his Shizun is looking out for him and there's a hint of a smile, a curve of his lips when he feels Shen Qingqiu rest a forehead against his own. It's times like this that simply makes everything perfect, when the entire world narrows down to just the both of them. Worrying about the future or steeling himself for any upcoming crises can wait until later, for a time when they have more time on their hands than things to do. Shen Qingqiu is drawing closer and Luo Binghe — half demon, half human, most feared being — is utterly transfixed, unable to tear crimson eyes away or resist the tilt of his chin. He understands what the other wishes to do and any argument against it dies on his lips when Shen Qingqiu closes the gap between them. It's hard to be worried about the whole thing (remembering a certain time when too much Qi had been used) when warm lips are pressed up against his own. And in the hallway of an Inn too where anyone could see! It's a miracle Binghe's heart hasn't beaten out of his chest yet and considering the lack of space between them Shen Qingqiu could probably feel it racing too.
There is only a moment of hesitation before Binghe returns the kiss, for once keeping it light and without teeth. He can already feel the light trickle of energy the other is putting forward, offering to the student that always causes such problems. Binghe accepts it, leaning into the kiss a little more as he snakes his free hand around to rest at the small of Shen Qingqiu's back. He doesn't know if it's the Qi or the kiss that makes things feel all that more perfect like sunshine filtering through a sudden break in the clouds. It's like finding a warm spot in an ice cold lake and Binghe only breaks the kiss to give his teacher a questioning look, wordlessly asking if the other is certain and sure about the whole thing. On a normal day he'd be all for it, not at all concerned about sinking his teeth in but now there's more involved and it's taking his breath away all the more.]
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Yes. [ That's sufficient. ] Listen to your teacher and don't argue.
[ The request isn't for a blind acceptance of anything and everything. Luo Binghe is his own person with every right to choose what he wishes to do. But for tonight, in this moment, all that's asked of him is that he doesn't second guess being worthy of the measures Shen Qingqiu will undertake to help. ]
...Now come here.
[ Shen Qingqiu's words dip low, rolling out from within the depths of his chest with the weight of anticipation. It looms within those words, all dark thunderclouds and crashing waves, promising things only spoken of in the way he watches Binghe this whole while. His voice doesn't need to raise above the present level of low whispers exchanged so far, conspiring and intimate enough to pass for secrets or something more sultry. Because with just the shift of a stern tone the mood shifts gears. Three words tell Binghe the command is unyielding; not brooking an inch of refusal. And why would it when he's stubborn latched onto one plan of action without a backup: However tonight ends, Binghe will find himself carefully tucked within the bed Shen Qingqiu had rented, while the other looks after him until tomorrow's first light.
The door to a room he now considers theirs finds itself opened during the brief discussion, giving Shen Qingqiu the space to take a slow step inside. Yet his other hand doesn't budge. Without parting those interlaced fingers are used as a tether, drawing Binghe with him into the privacy of the small space, one silent step at a time. ]
You don't have to do anything.
[ Though the windows lining his wall are open to the night beyond they don't do much to alleviate the heavy weight of humid air. Lit candles speak of the present heat, but blessedly are too few to add much. Still, it almost begs the question: How long can a person can stand it before shedding all their clothes? Originally his answer hadn't been one of long duration. Outer robes were only pulled on again to maintain decency when he'd gone to retrieve Binghe. Now it's just a burden, stifling all the more now that the privacy gives him reason to begin untying the belt around his narrow waist in a slow moving procession, working solely through the use of a single hand.]
Should he wish it, Binghe can lie back tonight and let this teacher take care of him.
[ It's up to Luo Binghe what sort of conclusion he wants to draw from those words. In all the various ways one may interpret them, none of them would be wrong. They can spend the night just as they are now, with nothing more than exchanges of energy and affection at a pace that doesn't deviate an inch beyond.
But as it stands, he suspects the present arrangement doesn't dampen the kindling fears that continue to roil, building slowly in the depths of Binghe's heart like something stewing. In the past Shen Qingqiu's only way of smothering those wildfires of fear had been to use himself to quench them, bodily- with limbs entwined and breath intermingled. Ones that drew him open until the last ember of Binghe's fears lay buried in bruises and bite marks against the canvas of pale skin. As a formula that's yet to fail it's his only answer when Binghe is set adrift, lost within himself.
Except- Even if those measures are wanted, and all parties willing enough to lay them the table, Binghe hardly appears in any condition to take the lead. As a cultivator Shen Qingqiu can perceive how unsteady his present stance is, and the way eyes linger too long but without the clear focus of level thoughts. If they were headed off to a fight he would still bet his everything upon Binghe, if only out of faith in him. But that's not where this is going. Should they end up in the circle of each other's arms without anything else to separate them, if Luo Binghe needs him to takes the reins on this occasion, roles would switch hands tonight as seamlessly as he can manage such a first. ]
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Normally he's take control of the situation with a stubborn ease, leading the charge in the dance they both so easily move to these days. But tonight is different in a way that Luo Binghe can't quite grasp, watching Shen Qingqiu's each movements with darkened eyes and slightly parted lips. He knows the other will take care of him no matter what happens, a safety net to make sure no harm befalls him even in such a state. He also knows enough to understand there's a choice and he can't help but pause, turning the words over in his mind. Don't have to do anything.
Shen Qingqiu is offering to take charge and Binghe is immediately enthralled, hypnotised by the mere idea of such a thing. The room in the air is heavy, enough that no thought is given to his Shizun starting to remove the belt to his robe. It's the only natural thing to be doing and Binghe's mind doesn't quite connect the dots or equate it to the fact that Shen Qingqiu has offered everything to him for that evening. All that matters is their fingers are still entwined, a small connection with a world of meaning. Luo Binghe quietly wonders if Shen Qingqiu could understand how much everything meant, from the smallest gesture to the grandest, the other could walk off a cliff and Luo Binghe would follow. How could he not? Saying such words is a problem though, they lodge in Binghe's throat like rocks. It would be as if speaking those things out loud would send the other running for the hills!
No-one can ever claim that Luo Binghe is the smartest person.]
This one wishes it but .... [ Binghe pauses, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he worries over it. He wants to see what Shen Qingqiu will do, curious to know how the other will act when the control is handed over to them. There's no concern over being hurt, but even now in his drunken state he can't help but worry. Is this something his teacher wants to do or is it something he feels he needs to do? It's hard to tell in such a state and Binghe gives the hand in his the lightest of squeezes, taking the chance to admire just how smooth Shen Qingqiu's fingers actually are. If Binghe could admire every inch of the other he would never tire of it in a million years or more.]
I'm at your mercy. [ It's the only way to phrase it that conveys how Binghe feels, the young man giving a lopsided smile to allay any fears that he's not for this. Even if his Shizun decides to just put Binghe to bed and tuck him in until morning then so be it, it will be accepted with good grace, dignity and only a few grumbles.] Even if Shizun wishes to bite.
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If that doesn't offer up assurance that he wants this, the sound of fabric littering the space around their feet should. His sash is the first barrier to fall, then everything else below the waist, including the shoes he steps free of. Undone as they may be his robes say on for the moment, with bare skin the only thing underneath. Luo Binghe will discover this himself when his free hand is coaxed to slide within the layers, placed against the jut of a hip with nothing to hide it but the curve of his own palm. ]
This teacher has only experienced one way in which two bodies may come together, and that's without much mercy.
[ The weight of that hand upon warm skin is enough to ground Shen Qingqiu in a way that's needed before they move into uncharted territory. The act of clothes coming off is now hardly a foreign concept, nor is it wholly unfamiliar to have Shen Qingqiu personally undress them. But everything wraps itself up in a sense of newness with what's to come, the preparations not vastly different, but enough and with vital dissimilarities that there's an underlying current of anxiety. ]
It's only fair that these things are repaid to the one who taught him, from start to finish. Bites included.
[ Binghe is still vastly overdressed for what he plans to do, but when Shen Qingqiu's lone hand makes it's way along the other man's front it moves not with swift practicality but something new. They don't normally touch each other before everything is off and their bodies are bared. Now that the act itself is familiar enough for them to be comfortable for foreplay, he tries bringing that about beforehand.
At the moment he only slides a hand down Luo Binghe's chest, gradually skimming down towards his abdomen, then the flat of a hard stomach just below where his navel must be. There fingers spread out as though blooming only to repeat the action in reverse. His touch creeps upwards just as unhurried, stroking away from the dangerously low space above hips and back towards his belt. Shen Qingqiu adds a little pressure behind the touch, mimicking the way it must feel when his own body moves against Luo Binghe while they're entwined.
The effect isn't quite the same through so much fabric, therefore as the sash holding Luo Binghe's robes together falls at their feet, Shen Qingqiu doesn't hesitate to change that. Just as Binghe's fingers settle against a hip, his spread out to caress skin bared through a part in dark robes. Much of it stays upon the musculature of his stomach, with the occasional stroke of a thumb against the waistband below. ]
Binghe, use your hand- [ And perhaps a lingering brush of fingers just within. ] ...and touch me.
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There's also zero shame when Binghe hears the comment on how Shen Qingqiu has experienced one way in how two people come together. It was just simply the way it had been, though should the other have complained it would have been the first thing to go out the window no matter how Luo Binghe felt about it. So when he hears such words coming from his teacher's lips he can't help but listen completely, enthralled by the direction the conversation is going. They don't often speak so candidly and it's almost as if saying something in return right now could shatter the whole thing. instead Binghe enjoys the feel of warm, smooth skin under the flat of his palm, quietly realising just how lucky he is. After a turbulent reunion things had soon enough smoothed out so that they could now wind up in such a place without much hindrance or aggravation. (The morning after hangover would definitely change the thoughts on aggravation no doubt.)
The slow pace is something new and that combined with the fact Shen Qingqiu is taking the lead has Binghe barely able to breathe, thrilled by the unexpected turn of events. His fingertips dig into his Shizun's skin only a little, a silent urging on as he feels the other's hand against his own skin. There's rarely time given to explore each other and despite it being such a new thing Binghe is starting to understand why others would do such a thing. Even now before they've barely started the young man can feel his blood starting to heat up and when clothes rustle and hit the floor he barely even notices, too enraptured by even move Shen Qingqiu makes.
Shen Qingqiu's command doesn't do much to calm things either, if anything the room simply feels all the warmer for it. There's the temptation to untangle fingers, to wrap both arms around his partner to pull him flush up against him but that's not the point of this right now and there's enough understanding that Binghe opts to go with the moment, slipping his free hand from his Shizun's side to slowly drag fingers up the curve of a spine. Perhaps there really is something to taking one's time with such things; between this and the flickering light of the candles around them, Binghe can't help but feel all the more smitten. If there's anything more perfect than this he would be hard pressed to believe it.]
Shizun will need to be okay with just the one hand. [ For once Binghe's tone is quiet, almost reverent as he murmurs his words out. No, he's not letting go of those fingers unless he really has to.]