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Liu Qingge lands in front of the vacation house, just in time to see Shen Qingqiu sprint across the yard, Luo Binghe in close pursuit. Shen Qingqiu is missing several layers of clothing, long, loose hair streaming behind him, and Luo Binghe is only wearing pants. Both of them are barefoot.
It’s the most undone Liu Qingge has seen them outside of their bed.
His first thought is possession, or maybe qi deviation, and he tenses up, ready for a fight. Then Shen Qingqiu catches sight of him, and Liu Qingge realizes that both of his husbands are smiling, broad and childlike.
“Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu yells breathlessly, and executes a flawless hairpin turn, running straight for Liu Qingge. Luo Binghe, not quite as agile, takes the turn wide, skidding across the grass.
“Liu-shidi, save me!” Shen Qingqiu yells again, and leaps into Liu Qingge’s arms. Liu Qingge takes the impact head on, catching him against his chest with an oof .
In the next moment, it becomes immediately apparent that Luo Binghe has no intention of stopping. Liu Qingge doesn’t even have time to glare before he barrels into them, wrapping his arms around both of them and knocking them to the ground. At least he has the decency to twist as they fall, so they land on top of Luo Binghe, cradled to his chest.
“Caught you both,” Luo Binghe says smugly, grinning broadly. Shen Qingqiu giggles, a high, giddy sound.
Luo Binghe gasps in mock affront. “Shizun thinks this is funny?” the demon grins, “I’ll show you funny.” With that, he shoves his face into Shen Qingqiu’s hair, pressing loud, wet kisses to his face and neck.
Shen Qingqiu squeals , squirming in a way that should allow him to escape, but only seems to bring him closer.
Annoyed with both of their antics, Liu Qingge scoffs, turning his face away. Luo Binghe’s eyes lock onto him like a hunting dog.
“Shishu!” Luo Binghe exclaims, like he’s only just noticed him, “Are you jealous? Do you need some attention too?”
Oh no.
Liu Qingge bristles. “ Luo Binghe ,” he warns, as though the soft edge in his voice will do anything to dissuade the incorrigible demon.
Sure enough, a sharp grin slides across Luo Binghe’s face. As if by silent command, Shen Qingqiu’s arm slips over Liu Qingge’s waist and arms, pinning him more firmly in place.
He only takes his eyes off Luo Binghe for a moment, just enough to shoot Shen Qingqiu a betrayed look, before Liu Qingge is lost in an onslaught of kisses.
“Luo Binghe!” he scolds again, but this time it comes out as a mortifying hiccup of sound. It tickles , the relentless brushes of his husband’s lips and face and hair.
Squirming violently, he lashes out, kicking at Luo Binghe’s shins and trying to angle his face away from the rain of kisses. Luo Binghe remains unphased, simply wrapping his own legs around Liu Qingge’s, pinning them effortlessly to the ground.
Shen Qingqiu’s arm tightens around his waist, keeping his arms immobile. He can barely even try to get away, caught between Shen Qingqiu’s grasp and Luo Binghe’s firm chest.
Resistance is futile. Resigned to his fate, Liu Qingge dissolves into helpless, breathless laughter.
Eventually, the assault slows, and Liu Qingge takes a deep, shuddering breath, blinking mirthful tears out of his eyes.
A gentle hand brushes his cheek, and Liu Qingge looks up and meets Shen Qingqiu’s eyes. His husband has an unbearable tender expression on his face, and even after their years of marriage, it feels like looking directly at the sun.
“Did Liu-shidi have fun scouting?” Shen Qingqiu asks, running his thumb over the beauty mark under Liu Qingge’s eye.
Face heating, Liu Qingge glances away and makes an affirmative noise. The weight of Shen Qingqiu’s regard is as overwhelming as ever.
Smiling gently in reply, Shen Qingqiu leans in and presses their mouths together. Eyes fluttering closed, Liu Qingge relaxes into the kiss, heart swelling. He lets Shen Qingqiu coax his mouth open, a soft, lazy intimacy.
Above them, Luo Binghe makes an interested noise, nosing at the top of Liu Qingge’s head.
“Clingy,” Liu Qingge grumbles, mostly into Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. His husband giggles.
Nevertheless, Liu Qingge breaks the kiss, leaning up to press his lips to Luo Binghe’s. As usual, Luo Binghe’s kisses involve more biting than is strictly necessary, but Liu Qingge has never complained of a little rough treatment.
As he nips at Luo Binghe’s lips, he absentmindedly notes Shen Qingqiu’s hand traveling towards his belt. A flash of heat goes through him as Luo Binghe holds him in place, one hand at the back of his head and the other holding his hips up enough that Shen Qingqiu can work at his clothes.
By the time Luo Binghe releases him, Shen Qingqiu has managed to pull off his belt and is now insistently pushing his robes off his shoulders.
Liu Qingge cooperates, because he’s never been able to deny Shen Qingqiu anything, and angles his arms so the robes slip free. He hadn’t bothered with a great many layers, since it was just the three of them, so this leaves him in just his pants.
Luo Binghe groans softly when their chests touch, and Liu Qingge lets out a stuttering breath, burying his face in Luo Binghe’s neck as he relishes in the slide of skin.
Next to him, there is a rustle of fabric, and then Shen Qingqiu throws a bare arm over Liu Qingge’s back.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmurs, and Liu Qingge feels it resonate through his chest. The soft, slick sound of a kiss follows, and Liu Qingge breathes out against Luo Binghe’s skin.
Caught between his husbands, a familiar sense of warmth envelops him, and the last of the tension melts from his body. There’s no place he’d rather be than right here.