Asking Nicely (Or The Lack Thereof)
I originally posted a different version of this here, decided I wasn’t satisfied with it. Edited & added like 400 additional words, and then posted it to Ao3. So now it’s finally coming back home, yay.
Series: Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System
Pairing: Shang Qinghua/Mobei-Jun
Ao3 summary: Help sometimes comes from the most unexpected places, and it's a shame that "those places" happen to feel like you just stuck your dick in a refrigerator.
**explicit content ahoy**
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Relationship caught in a bizarre state of limbo, things between them were incredibly awkward, uncertain, officially non-officially... what, exactly? Shang Qinghua had no idea, and getting a real conversation out of Mobei-Jun wasn’t so simple. Needless to say, he didn’t expect any help. So, when possessed by the urge—as he occasionally was—Shang Qinghua promptly decided to live up to his pseudonym, hide away in his room, and jerk it. There wasn't any shame in practising a little self-love, after all... except it so happened that the moment he decided to share a little personal time with himself was the exact same moment Mobei-Jun decided that he was in need of Shang Qinghua’s company.
It wasn't that Mobei-Jun wanted anything in particular (though he could surely think of something if he had to). Yet, imagine for a moment, Shang Qinghua leaned up against the headboard of his bed, legs spread slightly, robes hanging limply around his shoulders - fully exposed, hand on his cock, enjoying himself all by his lonesome, not an ounce of shame to be seen.
Then came Mobei-Jun. He didn’t knock, didn’t announce himself. Why would he need to?
It took less than a moment of staring for Mobei-Jun to promptly shut the door behind him. Surely, no one else was allowed to see his whatever like this. Frankly, he'd beat them senseless or worse if anyone even dared think of such lurid things. Yet, with that potential situation taken care of, Mobei-Jun kept staring. Thinking. He considered the scene laid out before him intently for some time, ignoring Shang Qinghua’s several embarrassed attempts to call out to him. My king? Mobei-Jun? Your majesty???
Shang Qinghua shifted, inadvertently inching closer to the edge of the bed and trying very awkwardly to hide the very obvious erection with his legs. To say he was afraid wouldn't necessarily be true; "hesitant" was a better description, not to mention flushed to hell and back. He'd been caught red-handed, and one of the most, if not the most attractive man he’d ever met was standing in the doorway eying him like a piece of meat. Or maybe he was overthinking things. All he knew for sure was that he was horny, and Mobei-Jun was doing nothing to alleviate that feeling.
Yet. Having seemingly reached a decision—and rather satisfied with it—Mobei-Jun approached Shang Qinghua, ordering him in a clear voice: “Move.”
Placing a hand on one of Shang Qinghua’s knees to emphasize the point, he wasn’t going to ask twice, either. The options were either expose himself voluntarily or Mobei-Jun would do it for him, and he'd be far less gentle about it. Rather, Shang Qinghua felt like he ought to protest for the sake of it, but what the fuck would he be protesting?? So, he obediently spread his legs, allowing Mobei-Jun to get a better look at his average, albeit incredibly aroused, cock. It certainly wasn't impressive, especially compared to the one he knew he'd given Mobei-Jun, but it was enough.
Mobei-Jun was pleased.
So, between mutterings of 'holy shit, holy shit' to himself internally, Shang Qinghua mused dimly that he was gonna have to develop a Temperature-Play kink and fast if he wanted to be able to enjoy this in the long-term... Mobei-Jun’s hands were cold as they traveled across his thighs, crouching to settle between them, drawing ever closer to his most sensitive areas. He nearly cursed; that little detail wasn’t one he’d considered when creating the character, but it was a bit like being felt up by an ice pack. Though, if Mobei-Jun’s hands were cold, then his mouth was-! The shock, both from the temperature and the simple act of Mobei-Jun's mouth on his cock, was enough to make Shang Qinghua shiver.
This was, of course, taken as a good sign. Shang had never been so conflicted in his life, caught between the pure indulgence of being touched by another person, that person being Mobei-Jun, how frigid the experience was, and— the encroaching fear of his partner’s teeth. Tepidly, Shang Qinghua mumbled a quiet plea to be careful, but he couldn’t honestly tell if his king was even listening. Though, he growled. Was that a demon thing or an annoyance thing?
Possibly both. Definitely both.
Yet, just as Shang Qinghua began to adjust to how his king’s mouth felt—the lips pressed flush against the head of his cock, cold yet still inviting, those steady, deliberate movements that made him want to squirm in place... Mobei-Jun quickly lost all patience. He tried to be good. He really tried. Yet, he couldn’t stand it any longer. Without question, this person was special. Still, even the most special person in all three realms wasn't enough to soothe his quick temper, even if this was all his idea in the first place. Oh well, this would be better, anyway. He wouldn't hear any complaints.
As such, Shang Qinghua scrambled to pick up his scattered thoughts, roughly manhandled into a laying position. Mobei-Jun hovered over him menacingly, undressed in a matter of moments. Despite his excitement, it still took all of Shang’s determination not to flinch, mustering his courage to stammer out a few directions instead—lube! Please, please don’t do this dry. Fuck. He groaned, caught somewhere between lust and fear of the inevitable. Thankfully, though a demon, Mobei-Jun wasn't completely inconsiderate this time. Although, he admittedly had to be guided somewhat through the ordeal of preparation, no less impatient than he was moments earlier whilst knelt between his thighs.
As his partner worked, Shang Qinghua dared touch himself, taken completely off-guard by the snarl that caught in Mobei-Jun's throat. Again, he wanted to protest, but soon found the offending hand pinned to the bed by an aggressive demon's claws. If nothing else, Mobei-Jun was determined to pleasure his partner single-handedly. No touching, no fondling, no whining, and definitely no pretenses of modesty. U-Understood. Well, not really, but he got the message! Though—Shang Qinghua gasped—no matter the determination or intent, even through the haze of arousal... the An Ding Peak lord couldn’t help imagining that he’d just been speared by a popsicle when Mobei-Jun finally entered him.
They were both gonna have to train themselves Pavlovian-style to really enjoy this, Shang thought to himself grimly, hearing his king hiss at how warm he was inside. Well, what was he expecting??
Thus, their first time was marked by desire, frustration, teeth on flushed skin, the desperation of one and the impatience of another. Still, Shang Qinghua clung to Mobei-Jun’s icy form as best he could, fingers caught in a mess of stark black hair. This was far better than anything he could have hoped for. Mobei-Jun was big, but with enough lube..? Shang Qinghua made sounds that no one from either world had ever heard him make before, eyes shut tight and breathing heavily. Was it really okay to just lay there and take it? He wondered, though Mobei-Jun showed no signs of stopping, either way; attention rapt on the smaller, average figure below him, he marveled at every sound and twitch. Then, pressing himself in to the hilt, a single word passed his lips: "Mine."
That was his undoing. One word.
He was wanted.
And he was never going to live it down, okay??
Mobei-Jun's name caught on his lips, unsaid, gasping as a familiar warmth overcame him. His cock throbbed, moisture pooling and—ahh!—dripping down his length in sticky, translucent rivulets. He wanted to bury himself in Mobei-Jun's embrace, seeking that pale, cool skin as his release overcame any inhibitions he'd once had. Please. And perhaps it was Shang Qinghua's death grip leaving nail-marks down his back or perhaps he, for one lucid moment, really could understand his beloved human partner. Either way. Mobei-Jun leveraged the poor, disheveled man up onto his lap, still buried deep within him, to finish things that way.
As the thrill faded and Shang Qinghua finally realised the wetness between his thighs, on his stomach, everywhere... he still dared to be selfish, feebly pulling his king in closer for a kiss—the first proper lip-lock of the evening. For his trouble, he was rewarded with fangs biting into his lower lip, but Mobei-Jun didn’t pull away. There would be no punishment. Yet, there was a time and place for everything, and eventually Shang Qinghua’s time was up. Completely remorseless, Mobei-Jun pried himself away from his partner and righted himself.
Then there was another pause, staring. Again thoughtful, if unreadably-so.
In all honesty, Mobei-Jun still had no idea how to handle humans. Not really, and perhaps he’d never truly grasp the concept in its entirety. Yet, his newest tactic in his attempt to understand was to imagine what he thought Shang Qinghua might scold him for. Right then, watching his partner struggle to sit up, Mobei-Jun imagined him yelling in a voice possessed by ridicule: ‘My king, you can’t just fucking use me as a human fleshlight and leave!’
A perfect recreation, he thought. Though, Mobei-Jun wasn’t quite sure what a “fleshlight” was — only that he’d heard Shang Qinghua use the term before. Despite that, he was pleased with himself, decisive in exactly what he had to do now.
Leave!
But come back! That was the important part. Leave and come back... with a damp towel... to help his lover clean up. That’s the thing he’s supposed to do. He was sure of it!
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