It feels like all the air’s been punched out of Megumi’s lungs. He stares at Sukuna, the King of Curses and his accidental heat partner, in all his glory—not with reverence, not with resentment, and definitely not with fear—but with disbelief.
“You . . . you really don’t want me to die, do you?” Megumi asks, almost breathless.
Sukuna rolls his eyes, all four of them, and scoffs, as if the answer is obvious. “Of course I don’t, shaman. You’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine.”
- Part 3 of binding vows
17 Dec 2020
Wei Wuxian bets he can last longer than Lan Wangji in bed, but forgets to set parameters to the bet.
27 Feb 2020
It's been a while since Shang Qinghua has been able to properly touch his husband.
“We can finish this later, my king,” Shang Qinghua says in a rushed whisper. He steps out of Mobei Jun’s grasp and starts to pet down his hair. Not that Mobei Jun could ever look unpresentable, but the action makes Shang Qinghua feel useful.
“I will hold you to it,” Mobei Jun says, a tinge of annoyance in his voice. Shang Qinghua is about to retort, but the voices have grown even closer, so he focuses instead on making sure they both don’t look like they were making out a minute ago.
His lips still tingle with the intensity of their kiss, but Shang Qinghua puts it to the back of his mind. He’ll get a chance again later, to quell whatever excitement Mobei Jun had stirred within him.
(It turns out that later is a lot further away than Shang Qinghua anticipates.)
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15 Mar 2020
Anyone, really, would have a hard time concentrating on their work in this kind of situation.
“That’s no better either,” Mobei Jun clicks his tongue, and Shang Qinghua makes an indignant sound that fetters out into a soft moan. “If I present this to anyone in my retinue, surely it’d bring embarrassment to my name.”
“Good thing it’s not for you,” Shang Qinghua says through gritted teeth, and Mobei Jun lets out an amused exhale. He continues rub his thumbs in circles on Shang Qinghua’s hips while he grinds within him, torturously slow.
25 May 2020
Some days it seems that his hunger gets the better of him.
“I have thought of you all day,” Mobei Jun murmurs. “I have been thinking of how you tasted when I took you. But this morning was not enough.”
“Not enough— you kept going and going!” Shang Qinghua hisses, and ah. Yes. That was the most pleasant part of the morning. Shang Qinghua looking like a total wreck as he tried to diligently serve his lord however he could, long after he had been wrung dry.
“And yet I am still not satisfied,” Mobei Jun replies, his other hand dropping down to knead at Shang Qinghua’s rear. It’s plush and soft and Mobei Jun hears himself making some sort of involuntary guttural rumble at the feeling of it under his hands. Shang Qinghua groans and his hips tick forward, much to Mobei Jun’s pleasure. “Allow this one to indulge. He will try to be quick.”