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Luo Binghe wakes slowly, awareness of his surroundings trickling in sluggishly. There's a long line of warmth pressed against his side, soft and familiar and even half asleep as he still is, Luo Binghe smiles. Shizun has turned out to be quite cuddly, even though he denies it when he's awake.
On Luo Binghe's other side, there's movement and then a brush of cool air as the blanket is shifted around. It prompts Luo Binghe to finally open his eyes, squinting into the barely-there morning light.
He's met with dark eyes and a soft frown. Liu Qingge looks rumpled from sleep, his long black hair falling half into his face. He looks gentler like this, not yet fully armored. Human.
"Go back to sleep," Liu Qingge says quietly. There's the ghost of a smile on his lips. Luo Binghe hums under his breath.
"Where are you going?"
His husband pauses, one leg already out of bed. He seems to struggle with himself for a second before he leans back over to meet Luo Binghe in a brief, sweet kiss.
"A mission," he says, already pulling away and getting up for real this time. He's naked; a few fading marks high on his neck are still visible. Luo Binghe shamelessly watches him as he stands and stretches, the defined lines of muscles shifting with each movement.
He's absolutely beautiful and Luo Binghe thinks of himself as a very lucky man. He tightens his arm around Shen Qingqui by his side, content. They can sleep a little longer and Luo Binghe turns his head, fully intending to press a kiss to Shizun's parted lips.
Liu Qingge darts in between them before Luo Binghe succeeds, stealing a kiss from the unsuspecting, sleeping Shen Qingqiu and grinning at Luo Binghe before he leaves to get dressed.
Luo Binghe stares after him, a little bit dumbfounded before he huffs a laugh and follows through with his plan. Shen Qingqiu makes a very quiet noise at Luo Binghe's kiss, a soft sound that means he'll wake up soon. And he does: his brows furrow together and he curls up on himself, burrows deeper into Luo Binghe's embrace before he opens his eyes.
That moment is always Luo Binghe's favourite moment. He loves watching Shizun slowly blink awake and becoming aware of the waking world again. There's a second there when his face shows every single emotion. A moment where he looks at Luo Binghe in open wonder and love.
"Good morning, husband," Luo Binghe whispers. His chest feels way too small for all the emotions that rise when he's greeted with this adoring look and he nuzzles closer, shamelessly using the quietness of this early morning to cuddle.
Shen Qingqiu smiles. One of his arms comes up to wrap around Luo Binghe's waist, skin to skin, incredibly warm.
"... Good morning, Binghe," Shizun whispers back and Luo Binghe can't help but pull him even closer. He loves lazy mornings like this. He'd love today's morning even more if Liu Qingge didn't have to leave, but there's next to nothing that can keep Liu Qingge in one place for long.
Luo Binghe idly entertains the idea of offering his help - surely whatever mission has been assigned to Bai Zhan's War God can only profit from having the Demon Emperor helping as well. But Liu Qingge is proud and stubborn. He may take it as an insult.
Well. That wouldn't be too bad, either. Fighting with him is a lot of fun too.
Against his chest, Shen Qingqiu trails his fingers over his skin. "Binghe," he says quietly, his voice full of smiles. "You're planning mischief again, aren't you."
Luo Binghe whines, even though he smiles as well. "I'd never," he protests. Shizun looks up at him. He's beautiful like this; a softer, more private version of the proud and graceful Peak Lord, only for Luo Binghe's eyes.
He leans in for another kiss.
Liu Qingge chooses that exact moment to pop back in. He's lightning quick, leaning over Shen Qingqiu's shoulder and stealing another kiss. When he pulls back, Shen Qingqiu blinks owlishly at Luo Binghe's face, colour rising to his cheeks. Luo Binghe himself heaves a sigh.
"Do you have to interrupt me like that today?"
Liu Qingge, wrapped once again in Bai Zhan's blue and white robes, looking every bit the War God that he is, grins. He's only ever this open around them nowadays. It's a very good look on him.
"Payback," Liu Qingge replies easily. And Luo Binghe supposes that that's only fair - he remembers when Shizun and Liu Qingge started courting, all those years ago, when Luo Binghe had still been a disciple. He'd been so jealous , unable to accept someone else getting attention from Shen Qingqiu.
He's not proud of it, but back then he'd actively tried to keep them apart.
How far they've come since then.
Liu Qingge leans back in when Luo Binghe raises his chin in a silent request. There's a bit more spice to their second kiss, just a hint of teeth. "I'll be going."
"Qingge," Shen Qingqiu has finally found his voice again and he sits up now. There's still a blush lingering on his cheeks but his expression is already all scholarly Peak lord. " Husband. Don't be reckless."
Liu Qingge straightens. His face is so much softer than he'd ever show outside of this room. "I won't."
Luo Binghe sits up as well, though he keeps one arm around Shizun's waist. He knows and trusts Liu Qingge's strength but there's still a twinge of faint nervousness whenever their husband leaves on his own. It seems that it shows on his face, or maybe both their faces, because Liu Qingge rolls his eyes and walks over to the bed.
He kisses each of them. "I'll be careful ," he says and that's as good a promise as he can give. It's still not that easy to watch him walk away, Luo Binghe thinks, but then Shizun leans against his side and murmurs something about a quiet day just to themselves.
Liu Qingge will be fine.
He will be back home in the evening, right here with them, where he belongs.