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Nights of passion always left Shen Qingqiu thinking that this time would finally be it, the last straw when his old man hips finally gave up and ceased to function. Who could blame him really? When he couldn’t feel his lower half and only some of his upper, as a dark sea of nothingness buried him under its waves.
The first few times he fell unconscious during their amorous activities Luo Binghe worried that he’d hurt his husband beyond repair, the trauma of his one too many deaths still freshly branded in his mind. Yet, nowadays he seemed unaffected by this occurrence and just continued hammering his master into the mattress to his heart’s content. The only thing Shen Qingqiu demanded was that he was already cleaned up come morning.
Some times he regained some flashes of lucidity, but they resembled sleep talking more than true awareness. Other times, less often, he regained some consciousness during the aftercare.
“Binghe…” Shen Qingqiu murmured as he felt himself float in a warm bath. He snuggled back against his husband’s chest as he enjoyed the big hands traversing over his body.
“Mm?” Luo Binghe hummed in an inquisitive hum. “Shizun is awake?”
Shen Qingqiu vehemently shook his head trying to deny any rationale. He felt more than heard a chuckle from the mind behind him.
“…Husband.” He slurred.
“Yes?”
With all the power in the world he lifted his arm to lightly hit the arm encircling him. “Not Shizun, husband.”
Luo Binghe let out an undignified whimper. “But Shizun is always Shizun,” Then the little rascal pinched his thigh and dropped the pitiful act. “Even when he’s like this.”
“!!” Shen Qingqiu felt a goosebump run down his body and decided it was enough! He tried to move away to show how cross he was but a sharp pain to his aching bones stopped him. He sucked air in sharply and moaned in pain. “Aye ay ay…”
“Shh…” Luo Binghe turned him sideways to cradle him on his lap. “This lord is sorry for teasing his husband.” He began to run circles over Shen Qingqiu’s cramped muscles. “But how could I not? When husband acts so cute like this.”
Shen Qingqiu opened one eye to look at his beloved. “What an unruly disciple…”
“Yes.” He kissed the top of Shen Qingqiu’s head. “But I’m Shizun’s unruly disciple.”
Unsatisfied with that treatment Shen Qingqiu moved from under Luo Binghe’s shoulder to gain more purchase. He grabbed his husband’s neck to pull him down into a proper kiss.