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Shen Qingqiu had no right to be as nervous as he was. Binghe had stepped out of their bedchambers to confirm that all was well at their wedding banquet, and would be back soon. Yet something about being alone in such an elaborate setting had him feeling uneasy.
Shen Qingqiu sighed, looking around the room. It would be their first night sharing this room, and he was sure that he would eventually grow used to it. He was sure that his items would eventually join the hair brush and jars sitting on the vanity, and his robes wouldn’t look as strange hanging up beside Binghe’s.
For now, he just needed to focus on getting through their first time as a married couple.
Binghe stepped into the room, a sigh of relief escaping him. When his eyes met Shen Qingqiu’s, he beamed.
“Shizun!” He exclaimed, running over to wrap him in his arms. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes, pulling out a fan from his sleeve and rapping Binghe gently on the back.
“No more of that. Try husband instead.” He blushed as the words left his mouth. They were so very foreign to his ear, and he wasn’t sure how long it would take for him to get used to the idea that he was now someone’s husband.
Binghe pulled back, staring at him with wide eyes.
“Husband. My husband.” He murmured. As his eyes darkened with arousal, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t suppress a shiver of anticipation.
“Yes. Yours.” He agreed. When the mark on Binghe’s forehead appeared and began to glow, followed by his red eyes, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t resist pulling him in and kissing him.
“A’Yuan.” Binghe growled, hand sliding down to grab his ass. Shen Qingqiu gasped, leaning back into his touch.
“Wait!” He managed to say as he felt Binghe’s claws on his ass. “Don’t rip my robes. I want to keep them.” He explained. Binghe pulled back, some of the desperation in his gaze settling down into an affectionate look.
“As you wish, beloved.” Binghe agreed. When he kissed Shen Yuan again, it was a softer kiss. He lapped gently at his lower lip for permission, which Shen Yuan had no problem granting him. As their tongues intertwined, a moan escaped Shen Yuan. Binghe reached out, undoing the ties of his various sashes with careful fingers, all while mapping out Shen Yuan’s mouth. When he finally freed the last knot, Shen Yuan shrugged off the robes. Binghe pulled back, eyes wide at the translucent red gown that lay beneath.
Shen Yuan blushed, shifting nervously on the bed.
“Brides are supposed to be ravaged. When I voiced my concerns about you not getting the full experience because I wanted to keep my robes, Yingying and Qinghua suggested this. Do you like it?” He asked.
“A’Yuan. Get your robes off of this bed.” Binghe ordered with an entirely too sexy growl. Despite his earlier protests, Shen Qingqiu quickly tossed the robes onto the floor. He let out a surprised shriek when Binghe literally pounced on him, pining him to the bed as he pulled him into another searing kiss.
The following morning, Shen Qingqiu touched the mating mark on his neck, a warm feeling washing over him. Binghe was sleeping beside him, having finally ran out of stamina after the sixth round of love making. Shen Qingqiu had after the third, but had consented to his beloved using his body until he was tuckered out as well.
He finally belonged to Binghe, and that was such a great feeling. Well, weird but great. They had been through so much together, and even after admitting that he didn’t belong in this world, Binghe still loved him. Still wanted him. That was more than he had expected from either of his worlds, so who was he to resist?
He shifted on the bed so he was facing Binghe. He brushed the red mark where he had bit into Binghe’s neck. At his touch, it was almost like the mark pulsed, as if recognizing its owner. A please smirk crossed his face, and he rose from the bed.
He gathered up his wedding robes, carefully folding them.. He then walked into their closet, and in one of his chests, he opened it and put them in. He touched the red silk for a final time before locking the chest. While he doubted that the robes themselves were something that was passed down through the generations in this world as it was in his, he wanted to keep them just in case. Besides, maybe he’d have a son or daughter that would want them.
He joined Binghe in bed once again, shivering a little as Binghe’s warm skin pressed against his cold. The temperature difference roused his husband as well, and Binghe blinked awake a few minutes later. When he noticed that the cold skin was Shen Qingqiu’s, he frowned.
“Are you cold?” He asked. Shen Qingqiu shrugged, cuddling against Binghe’s side.
“Only because I got up to put away my wedding robes. I’m fine now that I’m back in bed. Good morning, husband.” He said around a yawn. He slid on of his legs between Binghe’s, moaning at the hot warmth that awaited him. Binghe grinned, eagerly rolling over to pull Shen Qingqiu against his chest. “Oof.” Shen Qingqiu muttered as his face was crushed against Binghe’s chest.
“Good morning husband.” Binghe said, nuzzling into the top of his head. Shen Qingqiu’s expression softened, and he wrapped his arms around Binghe’s waist.
“Do we have any engagements today?” He asked, hoping the answer was no.
“No. We are free the rest of this week. Tradition calls for us to spend most of it in bed, trying to conceive an heir. But I wouldn’t mind going out and enjoying the world with you.” Binghe’s hand began to rub up and down his back, chasing away his shock at the idea of having a baby. That was a problem for another week, as far as Shen Qingqiu was concerned.
“Then I’m going back to sleep.” Shen Qingqiu yawned. Binghe chuckled, kissing his forehead.
“Sweet dreams, A’Yuan.”