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Shen Qingqiu already had a headache, and he’d been at this party for five minutes. It was too loud, too cramped, and Shang Qinghua was definitely going to have to buy him more than a shitty fast food dinner to make up for him missing the season two premiere of “The Demon King From Heaven”.
Right at that very moment, people all around were getting to know if the protagonist’s halo saved him from his #1 demon wife hating him for his heavenly blood, and here he was instead, trying to fight his way through a random house and out to the backyard without getting drinks spilled on him.
“How do you come to these things every weekend?” Shen Qingqiu yelled back to Shang Qinghua.
“Just wait until you get out back!”
The closer they got to the back door, the louder the music got and the more recognizable the song became. After all, Shang Qinghua had wrestled the aux from Shen Qingqiu’s hand to play it on the ride over.
Shen Qingqiu wanted to hit him.
When they got outside and saw the small set up of three people off to the side and saw that the one playing the bass was big and tall and pale with the ends of his hair dyed a stark blue, Shen Qingqiu’s suspicions were confirmed.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You dragged me out on a Saturday night, on a premiere night, to see your boyfriend’s band play at a shitty house party??”
“Actually,” Shang Qinghua started, pulling Shen Qingqiu closer to the makeshift stage, “it’s Luo Binghe’s band, but yes. Call it his; it’ll make him feel better.”
Shen Qingqiu’s blood ran cold.
Luo...Binghe? It couldn’t be… Could it? Shen Qingqiu didn’t doubt that Luo Binghe looked like he could be in a mediocre rock band with his black outfits and heavy boots and chains that quite clearly served no purpose other than to be “sexy”, but didn’t mean he was actually in one!
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes darted past Mobei-Jun and over the girl on the drums and landed on the singer playing an electric guitar. He had a horrifyingly familiar curly ponytail.
“Dude!” Shen Qingqiu yelled over the music, hitting Shang Qinghua on the arm. “You brought me to a party with my student here? If someone finds out about this I could get fired!”
“Oh.” A shit-eating grin made its way onto his face. “Binghe is your student, isn’t he? I figured you’d be able to recognize his voice. Sorry for not mentioning it!”
He didn’t sound sorry at all.
“Anyway, you can’t get fired for just being seen in the same public space as a student. Just keep in your pants and you’ll be fine!”
Before Shen Qingqiu could protest, Shang Qinghua had ran to Mobei-Jun’s side of the stage and left him alone. Right in front of Luo Binghe.
If Shen Qingqiu was honest with himself, he would’ve let himself stare at the young star in front of him. He would’ve stared at the plush lips almost touching the mic; he would’ve thought about how some of his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat and wondered if he was uncomfortable or too hot; he would’ve looked at Luo Binghe’s big hands dwarfing the mic and let his mind wander to the dream he had just a few days ago where those hands were dwarfing something else.
But Shen Qingqiu was nothing if not a liar.
He had brushed that dream off as soon as he woke up (after immediately getting himself off, but only because trying to go about your morning routine with a hard on was extremely inconvenient), and when Binghe came into his office later that day in obscenely tight leather pants, Shen Qingqiu was fine. Well, mostly fine.
He was fine until Binghe was on his way out, dropped all of his books in the doorway, and then proceeded to bend down and pick up every one individually, putting his ass on full display. Shen Qingqiu tried not to look, but he found himself captivated, wondering how it was possible to get one’s ass so round.
When Shen Qingqiu jerked himself off under his desk once he was alone, he definitely wasn’t thinking about Luo Binghe’s ass. It was simply the dream from earlier that morning had confused his dick, was all. Shen Qingqiu really, really hoped this confusion was curable.
So, Shen Qingqiu decided not to look at Binghe at all. He didn’t want to. The dichotomy of his kind, polite, extremely considerate if not a bit naive student that he knew in school and the loud, slightly-raspy voiced man who had attracted a small harem was enough to make his brain hurt.
He pulled out his phone and went on the forums instead.
It was loud, but Shen Qingqiu was able to focus enough to read, and when he came across a thread so grossly misrepresenting his favorite character from a recent series, he quickly became submerged in his screen, his thumbs flying.
He was on his fourth paragraph when a familiar call cut through his thoughts. It was a soft one, almost melodic, and Shen Qingqiu realized the music had stopped.
“Laoshi!” Shen Qingqiu’s head snapped up, and he was met with Luo Binghe bounding towards him like a puppy, his hair pulled loose and a blinding smile on his face. “Laoshi, I didn’t know you were coming! You don’t seem the type to like parties…” There was a pause, and then Binghe’s eyes lit up. “Did you come just to see us??”
Looking at him, really looking at him for the first time that night, Shen Qingqiu felt his heart soften the way only being around Binghe could do.
“I don’t, but my friend is dating your bass player and plays your music enough that I figured I should check it out.” Shen Qingqiu averted his eyes from Binghe’s nose to just over his shoulder. Looking at him was starting to make him feel hot, as if Binghe was transferring his body heat to Shen Qingqiu purely from being in close proximity. “Is this why you’re always so tired in the mornings?”
Binghe gave a shy laugh and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were pulled back to his face by an uncontrollable force. He was able to catch Binghe still smiling. It was, Shen Qingqiu had to admit, a very nice smile.
“I’m sorry, Laoshi, it is,” Binghe admitted. “How about I give you a free signed copy of our new EP to make up for it?”
“No, Luo Binghe, it’s okay, really, you don’t -”
Luo Binghe had already dropped his bag onto the ground and was rummaging through it. Seconds later, he triumphantly pulled out the small square and scribbled something quick on it. He handed it to Shen Qingqiu from his knees, and Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to take it.
“I personalized it for you, Laoshi.”
Sure enough, Shen Qingqiu looked down and there was To: My Favorite written on it, encircled with lopsided hearts. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but find it… immensely endearing.
Shen Qingqiu started to feel a little floaty, a little off-balance, a little like he might accidentally fall into Luo Binghe’s exposed chest like a cliche damsel. He could’ve sworn the atmosphere around Luo Binghe was drugged with an aphrodisiac, as the image of Binghe on his knees in front of him moments earlier started flashing in his mind again.
He needed to leave.
“Well,” Shen Qingqiu started slowly walking backwards, trying to be as subtle as possible. “Thanks for the CD, but it’s getting late and if your set is over, I should probably go find Shang Qinghua and see if he wants to leave.”
Binghe’s face twitched, and he pinched his lips together as if to suppress a laugh.
“Ah, I saw him run off with Mobei-Jun right after the set… They will, uh, most likely be… busy, for quite a while, Laoshi. Your friend is a little insatiable, you know?”
Shen Qingqiu had to fight the urge to cover his ears.
“Stop! I- I don’t want to hear about his sex life anymore than I have to. Trust me, I know too much as it is.”
“If Laoshi is uncomfortable though, I know a quiet place where we can wait? I have to wait for Mobei-Jun, too.”
Without thinking too much, Shen Qingqiu nodded, just wanting to be inside and away from the hoards of people and the incredibly loud (and terrible) playlist going over the speakers now that Luo Binghe’s band had stopped.
As soon as the two landed at their quiet destination though, Shen Qingqiu knew he was in trouble. It was a bedroom. A small one, barely decorated, clearly one of many spares in the massive house, and there was just a tiny bed in the middle of the room and a nightstand off to the side. It was secluded, the very last room at the back of a very long hallway on the second floor.
“It’s the last room, so no one ever comes back far enough to come in here. I can lock the door if Laoshi would like? Just in case?”
Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat to cover up the gasp he’d started to make. Lock the door??? What did Binghe think was going to happen in here???
Still, he heard a click before he could answer and Luo Binghe in all his muscled glory was striding over to the bed.
“I don’t want to take any chances. Laoshi is tired; he should sleep.”
“I’m not tired,” Shen Qingqiu snapped, his own defenses sneaking up on him.
Why was he so concerned that Luo Binghe didn’t think he was tired? It had to be that he didn’t want his student seeing him as a weak old man. Yes, that was exactly it! Shen Qingqiu had a reputation of being an intimidating laoshi to uphold, after all. Now, Luo Binghe didn’t seem to see that image at all, but it was still worth trying.
“What would Laoshi like to do then, if not sleep?”
Shen Qingqiu was just laying on the bed, his back against the headboard and his eyes closed, trying to ignore the situation, but he still felt something in his pants twitch at his student’s words.
His voice had shifted slightly, taking on the teasing, confident, almost rough quality it had while he was singing.
Was this another one of Shen Qingqiu’s shameful dreams or was his student actually trying to seduce him or was his dick really just so confused that it was starting to make stuff up??
Shen Qingqiu’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He had to pull it together.
“I’d just like to wait.”
He felt the other side of the bed dip slightly, and he desperately gripped at his thighs. He wondered what he’d done in this life or the last to deserve such torment.
“Would you mind if I sit too? I’m usually pretty wiped after a performance.”
Binghe’s tone was back to normal, maybe it had always been normal, and Shen Qingqiu told him to go ahead. It would be weird if he said no, right? There was no reason to be squicked out over sharing a bed with another man unless you were worried. And Shen Qingqiu was not worried. He was totally in control!
Binghe made a happy noise and swung his legs up on the bed, mimicking Shen Qingqiu’s position.
They were so close, Binghe’s thigh was pressed flush against Shen Qingqiu’s, and he could smell the admittedly alluring scent of Binghe’s cologne mixed with sweat. The more he focused on the warmth of the man beside him, the more he realized his pants were growing uncomfortably tight, and the more he tried not to think about it just made him think about it more!
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck -
“Laoshi?”
Not now, Binghe!
“Are you okay? You’re - you’re sweating, and your pants look very uncomfortable.”
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes shot open. He looked down and - fuck. It was worse than he thought.
Shen Qingqiu had almost jumped out of his skin, but then came a warm hand on his thigh and Luo Binghe’s velvet, deep voice.
“Does Laoshi need help?”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Has Laoshi been… wanting this to happen for as long as I have?”
Shen Qingqiu’s mind was broken. Too much was happening too fast, and he was half-worried he’d found himself in the middle of a bad fanfiction. Binghe wanted him??
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I like you, Laoshi. Do you like me?”
The plain-as-day confession forced Shen Qingqiu to look at Luo Binghe for almost the first time since coming into the room. Binghe’s wide and hopeful eyes were brimming with tears.
Looking at him, Shen Qingqiu realized he wanted to kiss his tears away. He wanted to kiss Binghe when he was crying, when he was smiling, when he was sad and when he was happy and when he was everything in between.
Looking at him, Shen Qingqiu let himself admit what his subconscious had been trying to tell him for months.
“I-I do. I like you, Binghe,”
Binghe threw himself into Shen Qingqiu’s lap, smacking his leg against the table beside the bed but not even pausing to wince, and captured Shen Qingqiu’s lips in the messiest kiss he’d ever had. Before he even had a chance to try and reel the kiss in, Luo Binghe pulled back, his cheeks wet with the tears that had just been threatening to spill.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I should’ve asked first!”
“Shut up.”
Shen Qingqiu pulled a shocked Luo Binghe back to his lips,setting the pace calm at first for both of them to get used to the feeling. Sooner or later though Binghe rolled his hips lewdly against Shen Qingqiu, and the friction on his already aching cock made him open his mouth in an unbidden moan.
Binghe seized the opportunity and slipped his tongue inside the other’s mouth.
It was wet and messy and should’ve been disgusting, but Shen Qingqiu just found himself grabbing harder at Luo Binghe’s waist.
“Laoshi,” Binghe panted against his teacher’s lips, hands firmly planted on his shoulders. “Laoshi, I wanna help you.”
He moved his lips to right under Shen Qingqiu’s ear, nibbling at his earlobe and causing shivers of pleasure to spread across his skin.
“I want to taste you, to feel you finish in my mouth.”
Shen Qingqiu, mind overtaken with lust, immediately helped Luo Binghe onto his knees and sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread to give his student access.
As ridiculous as this was, as terrible of an idea as this was, Shen Qingqiu ached for more in a way that was unfamiliar and dangerous.
Lou Binghe roughly freed himself from his pants before working on Shen Qingqiu’s, and Shen Qingqiu’s heart nearly stopped. Binghe’s cock was… a thing of fantasies. He was so distracted by Binghe’s hand wrapped loosely around himself - otherworldly and flushed and somehow already dripping - he almost didn’t realize Binghe’s mouth was getting closer and closer to his own length until it was too late.
Binghe’s lips closed surprisingly smoothly over his tip and Shen Qingqiu, not having enough time to mentally prepare himself, made a noise in the back of his throat and thrust his hips upwards, forcing his cock further down Binghe’s throat.
It wasn’t far enough to make Binghe gag, but when he pulled off with a pop a few seconds later, he was halfway worried he’d done something wrong.
“Is Laoshi stressed?” Binghe asked instead, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. “Do you need to fuck my mouth? Do you want to?”
While waiting for an answer, Binghe gripped Shen Qingqiu’s dick and slowly stroked him while nuzzling at the base, eyes closed. Shen Qingqiu briefly wondered what Binghe’s harem would say if they could see their rockstar now, on his knees and nuzzling another man’s cock.
Shen Qingqiu pulled himself back to reality as soon as possible.
“Binghe, stop saying such nonsense!”
Luo Binghe opened his eyes and had the audacity to look a little disappointed at Shen Qingqiu’s response, but he said nothing, simply licked up the underside of him, right over the vein there, and gave a hum of affirmation as he took Shen Qingqiu all the way.
In a state of arousal and panic, feeling his dick touch the soft warmth of the back of Binghe’s throat, he reached forward and tangled his hand in Binghe’s soft hair and pulled. Shen Qingqiu knew he wasn’t the biggest, Binghe was evidence of that, but still! All of it? In one go? Could he breathe??
Binghe let up just a little bit at the tug, just enough so he had enough room to bob his head up and down, pressing his tongue against him. If Shen Qingqiu didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought his action only spurred Luo Binghe on more… Did he like having his hair pulled?
Shen Qingqiu gave another experimental tug, harder this time, and Binghe let out an unmistakable moan around him.
The vibrations sent him over the brink of insanity, and he pulled his hair even harder, encouraging him to keep going.
“F-fuck, Binghe, you’re really good at this.”
Luo Binghe preened under the praise and slowly pulled up, inch by inch, replacing his mouth with his hand and swirling his tongue around Shen Qingqiu’s tip instead, focusing all of his attention on his laoshi’s most sensitive spot.
He was just barely able to give Binghe any warning, but he kept his mouth firmly on him, obediently swallowing everything Shen Qingqiu gave, not wanting to waste a single drop. When he pulled away and felt some had spilled onto his lip, he locked eyes with Shen Qingqiu and shamelessly swiped his tongue over it, taking the cum into his mouth.
“Did I do a good job, Laoshi?”
Shen Qingqiu wasn’t the type to easily give out compliments or praise, but praise seemed to be the only thing that came to mind when he looked at Binghe.
“You - you did well, Binghe.” He said, wiping the tears from Binghe’s cheeks. “Now get up off the floor.”
Shen Qingqiu scooted over and Binghe hopped up onto the bed and they were both lying in the same positions they had been earlier, only now they were half-dressed, both of them too hot from the previous activities to cover up just yet.
“Does Laoshi mind if I -?”
“How many do I have to tell you stop calling me that! Not when we’re -”
Then Shen Qingqiu noticed. Lou Binghe was still hard, painfully so by the looks of it, and he was roughly, desperately, trying to finish himself off. His cock was red from arousal and the friction, his pre-cum not being enough to comfortably spread over his length, and Shen Qingqiu felt a pang in his heart watching him sadly tug at it.
“I’m so close I promise it won’t take me long I can turn around if you want me to if you don’t want to see it I can -”
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu grabbed the man’s wrist, stopping both his movements and his ramblings. “Just wait.”
Shen Qingqiu let go of his wrist and turned away from him for a brief second, just long enough to wet his hand with spit. It was obscene, embarrassing, totally inappropriate, and yet he barely thought twice about it.
Turning back around, he hesitantly put his hand underneath Binghe’s, pressing his wet palm against his hot length.
“Let me.”
Binghe looked at him with wide eyes, and Shen Qingqiu was afraid he was going to start crying again. Did Binghe always cry this much, or was it only a sex thing? He made a mental note to ask later.
“You don’t have to!”
“I know, you idiot. I never said I did.”
Binghe took his hand off and caught Shen Qingqiu in another messy kiss. The angle made it hard to fix and the weight of Luo Binghe in Shen Qingqiu’s hand made him too distracted, so Shen Qingqiu put up with it.
Luo Binghe smiled into the kiss and used too much tongue and by the time he came, spilling over himself, his lips became useless. He kept moaning Shen Qingqiu’s name, too lost in pleasure to even remember to use his title, followed by countless “thank you”’s.
As soon as Luo Binghe came to, he reached down to the foot of the bed and grabbed the decorative blanket there, using it to clean Shen Qingqiu’s hand and then himself before tossing it aside. Shen Qingqiu would have to find out who owned this house and anonymously send them a new blanket.
“Do you want to stay with me tonight, Laoshi?”
Shen Qingqiu was compelled to reach out and pat Binghe’s head, and for once he didn’t fight it.
“I’m tired, Binghe.”
Binghe beamed and snuggled under the covers with Shen Qingqiu, wrapping himself around him to hold him close and keep him warm.
Surprisingly, despite being in an unfamiliar and small and altogether rather uncomfortable bed, Shen Qingqiu didn’t wake up once.
In fact, waking up the next morning, he found he slept through seven calls and fifteen texts from Shang Qinghua. Shen Qingqiu unlocked his phone in a sleepy haze, but the most recent text he’d received caused him to groan in frustration, waking up the sleeping Binghe beside him.
since neither u nor binghe r answering your phones, my king and i have decided our plan probably worked! congrats on getting laid. hot pots on me tonight. unless u didnt get laid, in which case hot pot on u <3
Shen Qingqiu was going to poison that hot pot.