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Mobei-Jun stepped through the portal to An Ding peak, but then stopped as soon as he was through. Something was off.
He scanned the room with a single glance - nothing of immediate worry, no waiting assassins or damaged walls from a fierce battle. But also no Shang Qinghua at his desk, or hurrying over to see what his king needed. He found him then, as Qinghua was in bed, writhing in what appeared to be pain.
"Qinghua," Mobei said, the single word wrapping his demand for an explanation and for concern. As soon as he was standing by the bed though, he smelled it. The intense perfume of a demonic pollen. Qinghua cracked his eyes open, his breath shallow and his face flushed, his expression very different from the pain that was first suspected.
"My king," Qinghua whimpered, in a tone that caused the ice demon to stiffen almost immediately. "F,forgive me, I was careless… fell into a trap…"
"What is the cure," Mobei asked, though he was already shrugging off his heavy cloak. Qinghua gave another soft sound that made Mobei pause, the Peak Lord turning away and tucking his legs up, as if to hide something obvious.
"I couldn't ask, my king, it's… it's too much… oh!" Qinghua's protests were paused as he found Mobei wrenching his shoulder, firm but not unkind, so that Qinghua was laid on his back under Mobei. The demon kneeled over the bed and moved closer; at this Qinghua squirmed and tried to keep Mobei at a distance with hands on his shoulders, but did not push him away. "My king! My king, no, you mustn't! It's a… a special kind or pollen, if… if you, uh, that is…"
"Speak clearly," Mobei demanded, his frustration at Qinghua's condition starting to clash with him being stopped from doing anything about it.
Qinghua swallowed, his face flushed and his eyes fixed on Mobei. "It's… a pleasure pollen from one of the succubus demons."
Mobei raised an eyebrow. "I can tell that." He made no small show of his downward glance, Qinghua's flustered arousal more than obvious and eliciting another small squeak from the Peak Lord as his hands gripped at Mobei's robes.
A twinge hit Mobei's heart at the sound, a curling warmth that didn't burn. So vulnerable and soft, this Peak Lord of his. There were times that it made him want to wrap him in his cloak to ease his shivering. There were times it made him want to devour the human whole.
He shifted his hand, slow so that he had time to gauge Qinghua's reactions, and wrapped his fingers over Qinghua's knee. There was a shuddering twitch, and a sound of yearning from Qinghua's throat that made Mobei wonder if the pollen was starting to get to him too. "Do you want your King's assistance with this. Speak clearly."
Qinghua's hands slowly uncurled from Mobei's robes, and through trembling (he was always so nervous, it made Mobei want to bite him), his fingers started to draw along the curve of his robes, sliding in to graze over Mobei's bare skin. Qinghua, pollen or no, never missed an opportunity to touch Mobei's chest. It was endearing, his obsession with it.
"I do, my King, I absolutely do…" His eyes would not tear away as he focused on exploring more of Mobei's pectorals, tracing the curves with lagging focus. "But, this pollen I found.. um, fell into I mean, haha… only, cures with… um, oral practices… one could say…"
Mobei knew then, and Qinghua missed the arched eyebrow. Mobei's grip tightened and shifted, tucking under Qinghua's knee to draw the leg up and over, allowing him easier access to settle between Qinghua's legs. The little sound from Qinghua shuddered this time as Mobei leaned down, planting a kiss to Qinghua's throat. The sounds this little human made, hiding his hunger under such embarrassment.
"Next time," Mobei hummed, moving his free hand down without pause to start pulling Qinghua's belt free. "Just tell me. No need to make tricks with pollens."
Qinghua started to babble a defense wrapped in an apology, but his words soon devolved again as Mobei peeled open his robes - Qinghua had gone through the trouble for want of an intimate evening after all, and his King was indulgent.