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It had started with a joke.
A silly little quirk Shen Yuan picked up from a TikTok he didn’t want to admit he watched, about positive reinforcement and aftercare and how much easier life got when you treated your men like misbehaving puppies.
So after theirs first time—sweaty, tangled in his Miku sheets, Luo Binghe was absolutely happy. Hehe~ He took A'Yuan's virginity~! He couldn't help but look at his partner like a particularly adorable doggy in heat.
Shen Yuan, still a bit embarrassed after this whole thing called “Sex”, was trying really hard to not look at Luo's face. The fact that they were just a few minutes ago were all cuddled and adjacent to their bodies was too much for him.
But it's not like he can ignore him, right? It would be just cruel and Shen Yuan just can't treat his boyfriend that way. No. No after all Binghe had to survive in youth. These bulling, beating, insulting... The fact that his mother...
...
No.
So, he did what a good lover would do and placed a mini KitKat at his chest, saying “Good boy” with the most gently smile he could pull out.
Binghe was dumbfounded.
But he still devoured it.
Like. No hesitation. No questions.
He had no grounds to question Shen Yuan's actions. I mean, your boyfriend gives you sweets and a beautiful smile right after intense sex. Who would complain? Who would ask? Not him for sure.
Shen Yuan blinked.
“…You really ate that.” He said, smiling suprised.
Binghe, lips glossed with chocolate, nodded solemnly. “You gave it to me.”
“Huh.” Shen Yuan muttered. “That's interesting.”
It became a routine.
Not just sex, though there was plenty of that, but any time Binghe helped carry groceries, make him a nice dinner, or managed to not look deeply offended when Liu Qingge said “touch grass” in the group chat to his sweet and perfect A'yuan—Shen Yuan would slip him a little treat.
Sometimes a chocolate bar. Sometimes a candy. Sometimes a lollipop. Once, a fancy macaron from the overpriced French café his little sister gave him.
Binghe never questioned it. Hell, he loved being rewarded.
Just opened the wrapper and ate it while looking at Shen Yuan like a puppy wagging its tail.
The thing is… Shen Yuan didn’t think it was a big deal.
He did it with other people too, sometimes. Yue Qingyuan once got a caramel after helping him move a couch. Zhuzhi always got a packet of jelly beans when they studied together because he was a good student and Shen Yuan thought he deserved nice. Hell, even Liu Qingge had received a matcha-flavored Pocky after catching him from falling off a chair.
But Binghe…
Binghe made it weird.
Because the boy started working for it.
Like, legit.
“YuanYuan.” Luo Binghe called, after organizing Shen Yuan’s entire chaotic closet by color and season style. “Do you… happen to have any of those raspberry dark chocolates you gave me last week?”
Shen Yuan looked up from his phone screen. He was scrolling through new comments under the latest chapter of his hated story. You know, a stupid plot, no meaningful plot twists, flat characters, boring stereotypes. Bleh!
“You already finished? Huh... You're fast.” He said, sitting with crossed legs on his desk.
“Only for you.” Luo Binghe said proudly, with a flirtatious smile. He threw his lush curls aside, looking at his boyfriend with satisfied eyes.
“You are a good boy.” Shen Yuan whispered and gave him a chocolate.
It was all fun and games until Shen Yuan forgot about the reward.
He’d been tired, okay? Work was hell, his profesor was breathing down his neck, creepy ass imp, and Luo Binghe had been clingy and beautiful and annoying, so they make a quick number for satisfaction in a messy, half-lazy way before Shen Yuan rolled over and passed out.
No treat.
No good boy.
Just sleep.
The next morning, Shen Yuan found Binghe sitting on the edge of the bed. Silent. Barefoot. Staring off into the dusty room angle like a soldier in a war movie.
“… Are you okay?” Shen Yuan asked, rubbing his eyes.
Binghe turned his head slowly to Shen Yuan's direction. On his face you could notice worry, seriousness and sadness. “Did I… do something wrong?”
“What?”
“Was I not…” Binghe swallowed. “Good enough?”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
“There was no treat.”
Shen Yuan blinked. “Huh?”
“It's just-” Binghe fidgeted. “Usually you give me something. I thought maybe… maybe I didn’t do well enough. Or maybe you’re giving the good stuff to someone else.”
Shen Yuan’s jaw dropped.
“Wait. You think I have a reward hierarchy?” He wanted to laugh so bad.
“…Don’t you?”
“No! Oh my god, Binghe. Are you seriously jealous over a candy?”
“No... ” Binghe huffed, lips wobbling. “I’m just… curious. Why do I only get KitKats? Like. What if Liu Qingge gets full-size Skittles? Family pack. Or worse. Those chewy Japanese mochi candies you save for special moods.”
“I gave those to your cousin actually...”
... There was a moment of silent around them.
“So I am worse.”
Shen Yuan stared at him with sleepy-confused look.
“You’re not worse, you're a drama queen. ”
“That doesn’t make it better.”
“Okay, listen.” Shen Yuan said, pushing himself upright. “First of all, no one else gets post-sex snacks, mainly beacuse I don't fuck with other people... That is exclusive to you. Secondly, KitKats are good. Third, you are literally the only man I’ve let organize my fucking kitchen drawer by function and feng shui, what more do you want?”
Binghe’s eyes shimmered. “Two KitKats.”
“… You want two KitKats?”
“I thought if I did really well.” Binghe whispered. “You’d give me two.”
Shen Yuan groaned, flopped back onto the bed, and covered his face.
“You’re insane. I’ve trained you like a dog.”
“You’re the one who keeps saying ‘good boy’.” Binghe mumbled, crawling into his arms.
“Because you like it.”
“I do.” Binghe admitted, nuzzling into his chest. “But I’d like it more with a side of candy.”
Shen Yuan sighed. “Fine. You get two. But only if you get me a yummy tea.”
“Deal.” Binghe said, perking up immediately. “Do I get three if I'll swallow next time?”
“Literally, shut up.”