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Shang Qinghua frowned as he watched his husband step into their bath. Mobei-jun noticed, and he sent him a returning frown.
“Should I wait to bathe?” He asked. Shang Qinghua shook his head, reaching for his husband.
“No, it’s not that. Come here.” He ordered. Mobei-jun obeyed, wrapping his arms around Qinghua. “Where did you get this scar? I don’t remember it.” Shang Qinghua asked, reaching down to run his fingers of the long, dark mark on his husband’s otherwise perfect abdomen. And as a man that was fairly knowledgeable on all of Mobei-jun’s scars, and his body in general, this was definitely new.
His husband grimaced, gently reaching down to remove Qinghua’s inquisitive fingers.
“Last week. During that raid on the mines. It was healed quickly, but it’s still sensitive.” He explained. Shang Qinghua glared. “I did tell you I had been injured.” He pointed out.
“Yeah, but not “yeah so I almost bled out” injured. Why didn’t you show me this immediately?” Shang Qinghua demanded, pinching his husband’s arm. Mobei-jun winced at the slight pain, even as he captured his husband’s hands.
“Stop that. I did. We came home and had sex. It’s not my fault if you didn’t notice a new injury.” The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he made a mistake. Shang Qinghua’s expression grew with hurt and he took a couple steps back.
“Oh my god. You’re right. I’m the worst husband.” He sniffled, tears filling his eyes. Even though Mobei-jun adored how cute he looked when he cried, he couldn’t have his love thinking he was a terrible spouse.
“Qinghua. I didn’t mean it in that way. You are a wonderful husband.” He tried to soothe, reaching for him. Shang Qinghua shook his head, dodging his husband’s hands.
“Don’t, my king. I don’t deserve you.” He said, tears spilling down his cheeks. Not having any of that, Mobei-jun swooped in and picked up his spouse, setting him on the edge of the bath. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. He activated his demon mark, smirking a little as he felt the one that Qinghua got during their mating ritual react in response. He quickly pulled back and turned his husband’s face towards the water.
“This mark means that you do, husband.” Mobei-jun said, tenderly tracing over the mark on Qinghua’s forehead. “You can call yours at will, where Empress Shen can only call on his during moments of high tension. To me, that’s an indication that you were always meant to have it. Yes, I know, you made this world and thus knew how to call upon it from the start. But give yourself some credit. You are a wonderful soulmate, Qinghua.” Mobei-jun said, leaning forward to kiss his mark. To his amusement it briefly flashed cold, just as his own occasionally did.
“Baobei.” Qinghua sniffled, reaching up to wrap his arms around Mobei-jun’s neck. “I love you so much. But I still want to make sure I haven’t missed anything. After our bath, we need to go over each of your scars so I can make sure to never forget them.” He declared. Mobei-jun rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, and simply nodded.
“Okay.” He agreed.
Shang Qinghua went to work as soon as they were done with their bath. He practically ripped his husband’s clothes off, and was a little sad that it wasn’t in a sexy way.
“Alright, now put your foot on the bed.” Qinghua ordered. Mobei-jun rolled his eyes again, but did was he was told.
Shang Qinghua leaned in, carefully tracing over some of the tiny scars that littered the bottom of his husband’s legs. They looked like simply flesh wounds, so he wasn’t too worried about them. When he came across a scar on the bottom of his foot, he winced.
“This was when you were training in that cave as a teenager, right?” He asked, running a finger over the skin. It was surprisingly smooth, and shaped sort of like a crescent moon. Mobei-jun nodded. Satisfied with that, Shang Qinghua looked up and pressed a kiss to some pulled skin around his knee. “A typical fall wound is here.” He stated. Probably during Mobei’s childhood, likely when he was running and then tripped. After he was done with that leg, he had his husband switch.
He continued up his leg, frowning as he found a scar on his inner thigh. From the looks of it, something had punctured him here.
“What’s this?” He asked, tracing the mark. To his amusement, his husband shifted, shooting him a glare.
“During one of the raids on the outskirts of the kingdom, someone stabbed me with a pitchfork. I have another scar on my hip, and then some slashed skin on the side of my thigh.” He explained, showing his husband the areas. Shang Qinghua nodded, placing kisses on those as well.
“I bet that hurt like crazy.” Qinghua commented. He then reached up and squeezed his waist. “Alrighty, turn around and let me see that ass.” He teased with a wink. Mobei-jun let out a long-suffering sigh, but obeyed. When Qinghua playfully nipped at his ass, he wasn’t even surprised.
“What’s this tramp-stamp like one?” Qinghua asked, tracing over the scar on his lower back.
“What?” Mobei-jun asked, confused by the term. Qinghua patted his hip, a silent “never mind”.
“This dark skin at the base of your back. It almost looks like you slid down somewhere.” He said, trying to remember where this could have been from. Mobei-jun was silent before shrugging.
“It might have been when I fell off of something at some point. Out of a tower, down a cliff, off of a horse.” Mobei-jun finally guessed. Shang Qinghua nodded, leaning in to kiss that scar as well.
He finished with his back, and then turned him back around, touching the wound on his abdomen again. He recited the marks on his chest, from a myriad of stab wounds and claw marks, and then his expression softened as he landed on his mating scar.
“This one is my favorite.” He said, touching the small bite scar. Mobei-jun nodded, reaching up and covering his hand.
“Mine too.” He admitted with a smile. Shang Qinghua grinned, leaning up to kiss him.
His favorite thing about his husband was how sweet he was behind closed doors. If Shang Qinghua tried to tell Shen Qingqiu about this, he’s surely not believe him. So he kept this side to himself.
As he cuddled against Mobei’s side, his husband wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. He let out a content him, burying his face into his pale skin. He fell asleep thinking about how Mobei-jun was truly his perfect mate in any lifetime.