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“Shizun.” Binghe called again. Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes, patting the spot next to him in the carriage.
“Husband.” He reminded him again. Binghe nodded, scrambling over to join him like the sticky puppy that he was.
“Husband.” Binghe agreed easily. He wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him against his side. Shen Qingqiu would never admit it, but he loved being held by Binghe. It made him relax in ways he couldn’t quite put into words. So he let out a content sigh, resting his cheek on Binghe’s chest.
He had never imagined that he and Binghe would end up like this.
“It’s been awhile since we shared a carriage.” Binghe commented as he nuzzled against the top of his head. Shen Qingqiu nodded, patting Binghe’s knee.
“Yeah. Though I’ll never forget the first time we shared a carriage. You were so happy to ride with me.” He teased with a grin. Binghe nodded.
“Yes I was! Shi-husband was so very kind to me. You were the first person in a long time to try and offer me comfort.” He admitted. Shen Qingqiu nodded, knowing all too well just how true that was for his husband.
“I don’t regret it, Binghe. It was a cruel prank your sect-mates tried to play on you.” He said with a frown. Binghe shrugged, nuzzling into the top of his head again.
“It’s okay, husband. You were there for me when it mattered most.” A comfortable silence fell between them as the carriage continued on to their destination.
It always amazed Shen Qingqiu when he stopped to think about how much he loved his husband. How much he had always loved him, and would do anything for him. He turned his face and pressed it against his chest, letting out a content sigh.
This wonderful man was his. If the Shen Qingqiu of his past life could see himself now, he would be stunned. Shocked that he had married and fucked a man. Stunned that the man had been the stallion protagonist of Proud Immortal Demon Way.
Binghe’s other arm wrapped around him, fully locking him in his embrace. Shen Qingqiu let out a content sigh at the feeling of being safe that washed over him, and he couldn’t resist leaning up to press a kiss to Binghe’s lips. Binghe arched an inquisitive brow when he pulled away, a silent question to see if he was okay. Shen Qingqiu nodded, burying his face in his husband’s chest again.
He was more than okay.
After having dealt with the enemy defeated, and Binghe had got his fill of ravishing him, Shen Yuan felt like he more than earned his bath. The day had been full of ups and downs and he was very glad that it was behind him. He relaxed back against Binghe in the spacious tub, a content sigh escaping him.
“Here, husband, let me rub your shoulders.” Binghe offered. Shen Qingqiu nodded, sitting up. Binghe moved his hair out of the way, pressing a kiss over his mating mark before rubbing at his shoulders.
“Mm, that’s the spot.” Shen Qingqiu praised. He wasn’t surprised to feel the length pressed against his lower back give a twitch at the praise, as his husband’s praise kink was only growing stronger each day they were married. He ignored it, and instead focused on the strong hands that were patiently working on the knots in his shoulders. Once he was satisfied, Shen Qingqiu leaned back against Binghe.
“I miss our bath.” Binghe announced. Shen Qingqiu nodded, missing the consistently warm temperatures, the bath oils that were always in reach, and even places where he could lounge comfortably. Binghe the ruler of the demon realm had it’s perks, and that was one he didn’t shy away from.
“Me too. But we’ll be back home before too much longer.” Shen Qingqiu assured him.
After their bath, Shen Qingqiu managed to successfully fend off his husband’s wandering hands and get dressed into one of his night robes. He slipped into the large bed, frowning a little as it wasn’t as comfortable as the one at either of their homes. Binghe slid in next to him, a matching frown crossing his face.
“Maybe we can find a way to bring the bed with us?” Binghe asked. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help the surprised laughter that escaped him, and his frown quickly turned into an amused grin.
“Not necessary, Binghe.” He assured him. He slid over in bed, draping himself over Binghe’s side.
Ever since their formal wedding night, he had grown comfortable initiating cuddling with Binghe. While a teeny, tiny part of him was ashamed by how shameless and needy he was, it was quickly squashed when Binghe lit up at the casual affection.
Like he did now, for example. Binghe’s arm came up around his back, helping to keep him secure against his side. Something primal must have activated within his husband, because Shen Qingqiu felt the familiar throb of his mating mark that indicated that Binghe was sated.
Binghe fell asleep soon after that, leaving Shen Qingqiu to his sleepy thoughts. He amused himself by sliding his hand into Binghe’s sleeping robe, a settled feeling warming his chest as he touched his husband’s bare skin. He gently traced the lines of his sculpted muscles before sliding up and settling on his mating mark. He pressed against it gently, too lazy to lean up and kiss it. To his amusement, Binghe’s demon mark shinned a little brighter at the affection, and he hid his grin in his husband’s side.
They hadn’t been married very long, so Shen Qingqiu kept discovering all of these adorable things about his husband. He was a little sad to think that some day he would know all of the little things that made up his beloved. Or maybe they would evolve into new things. With a content smile, he closed his eyes and started to drift off to sleep.
Either way, he couldn’t wait to see what the future held for the two of them.