[closed post - experimentation]

[protagonisthalo]

((NSFW continuation of this thread!))

Shen Yuan is often shy, but he seems to be leaning into it—as though it is part of his role as a woman, even though it is already his nature. Luo Binghe is happy to play his part in return, using his fingers to tilt Shen Yuan's chin upward to lift those demure brown eyes. Ragnelle's eyes, but he has already ceased thinking of them as such. "My wife need not find the words to express her desires. I will take care of everything."

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[protagonisthalo]

"Wife, my precious wife—" Luo Binghe crawls up to capture Shen Yuan's mouth in a crushing kiss. The kiss is clumsy, wet, Luo Binghe too turned on to think, his fingers not pausing inside Shen Yuan. The sensation of Shen Yuan squeezing around them as he comes, of even more wetness leaking out and dripping down Luo Binghe's palm, makes him moan shamelessly into his wife's open mouth. A third finger slides in without resistance. "My dove, does it please you?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan takes a gasping breath between kisses, her hands grasping and opening and grasping again in Binghe's hair. "It's—good—" she manages. "So good, Binghe—" She rallies, and the grasping hand because an intentional, gripping, tugging one, pulling Binghe's head back so she can glare up into his face and demand, "put it in."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe flushes; he has always liked assertiveness in his partners, the clear indication that they want him, even though he will play along if his wives wish to feign scandalized virtue. From Shen Yuan, who is often quick to feign it, it is even better. So much better that he is inclined to tease a little to hear it more. "Hm? But am I not already inside my wife? Is there something else she requires of me?"

[peaklordshen]

"You shameless—!!" gasps Shen Yuan in disbelief. Binghe's teasing is so fond, so clearly based in his knowledge of Shen Yuan and her usual poise and propriety,¹ that it knocks her out of the roleplay scenario a little.² Weirdly, this doesn't lessen her incredible need, her desperation to have the Heavenly Pillar inside her in a completely new way, nor does it bring back the shame. But it does unlock her ability to yell at him as his boyfriend and not his blushing new bride. "If you don't fuck me properly, Luo Binghe, I'll—" she struggles, biting back moans, to think of anything she would willingly deprive him of, "I'll—I'll take my socks off myself next time!!"

¹?
²Obviously she's still a woman, though.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe laughs, delighted, and presses a kiss to Shen Yuan's cheek. He very much doubts Shen Yuan would do that, if Luo Binghe told him not to, but it satisfies him. "I'll fuck you properly," he murmurs, mouth brushing Shen Yuan's ear. "So well you'll forget what socks are." He takes himself in hand and pushes in, gasping sharply at how wet Shen Yuan is, how tight even after Luo Binghe fingered him open.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan wants to roll her eyes—even with Binghe, sex is never so good he forgets what socks are—but then the Heavenly Pillar is sliding into her and her eyes are rolling anyway, differently, and her mouth is opening in soundless pleasure. Her hands shift from Binghe's hair to his back, Ragnelle's nails catching in his robes. (Why the fuck is he still so clothed???) The vine in her hair is growing again, slim green tendrils curling under her ear, leaves unfurling to brush against Binghe's lips as if greedy for his gasping breath.

[protagonisthalo]

Feeling half-crazed with desire, Luo Binghe drags his tongue up the vine. "I love how this body betrays your desires," he breathes—as though Shen Yuan isn't already betraying his desires with such shameless, intoxicating words. He picks up Shen Yuan's legs and throws them over his shoulders, knowing that the change in angle will deepen the pleasure, and shoves himself in hard. "Ah—my wife's body was made to bring me pleasure—"

[peaklordshen]

If Shen Yuan had been in her right mind, she definitely would have had thoughts about how actually, technically, her body had been made to live in trees and betray Sagramore's sworn-brother's trust. But she's not in her right mind. She's being driven higher, higher, her hips lifting as Binghe thrusts into her. She can hear her own moans, and somehow even those are less embarrassing than usual--pleasure and lightness suffuse her. She clings to Binghe, loving how close he is, how deep, hands fluttering over his perfect, handsome face.

[protagonisthalo]

It is a strange doubling of experience and memory. Luo Binghe has had sex just like this hundreds of times, and there are things about being with Shen Yuan that are not so different. He has always eagerly sought signs of pleasure in his wives' faces, and always been attentive to their needs. Though he never loved all those women, he cared deeply about pleasing them. That is no different. But it is strange to feel desire, the sensations not only good physically—in a detached, disengaged way—but deeply arousing. He pants helplessly, chasing a climax that approaches far faster than he expected. "Beloved—"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan wants it. She wants to feel Binghe come—the desire is clear in her mind in a way that is never has been before, like something she's only glimpsed through fog or dense trees that's moved at last into sunlight. He wants to pretend it's new, but it's not—it's always there, but always obfuscated. She gasps, pleased and shocked and disarmed at this clarity, the muscles of her stomach or pelvis or thighs or something working to clench around his enormous pillar, half automatic, half intentional, teasing, urging. She kisses every part of him she can reach—his shoulder, his ear, his cheek, the corner of his desperate mouth. "Binghe. My Binghe—"

[protagonisthalo]

The possessive makes everything burn hotter, my Binghe, after calling him husband, as though Shen Yuan is a shy bride pleasured into dropping the formalities and fully claiming him. He scrambles to get a hand between them and rubs at Shen Yuan's clit, touchy frantic and clumsy, and then he can't hold back anymore, thighs tightening as he comes hard.

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan gasps, shocked by the touch on her clit--not that she'd thought Binghe had forgotten about it, between eating her out and now, but it was never mentioned in any of the many, many, many preventative sex scenes in PIDW. Binghe's wives just came from his dick being in them, sometimes instantly, sometimes later, sometimes instantly and then later, and then--later--oh fuck, oh, fuck---just, um. Kind of like that.

She shakes and clings and laughs, softly. This body sweats, aches, all these little human feelings that she hasn't accessed in so long. Everything between them is sticky and filthy and hot, hairy and soft, trembling and perfect. "I love you," he says, without meaning to; something in the shape of their bodies, fit together, draws it out of him.

[protagonisthalo]

It hits Luo Binghe like a blow, in his shaky post-orgasm daze, and makes him shudder. Their sexual encounters are always good, but rarely is Shen Yuan so vocal and active, maybe not since he was (unbeknownst to Luo Binghe) drugged. Luo Binghe didn't expect it, and he feels caught in the undertow of it now, stunned and pleased.

He didn't think twice about Ragnelle's appearance when they first met, but now he can see the appeal of it, her strong handsome brow and soft eyes. He kisses Shen Yuan on the cheek, almost shyly. "Love you."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan laughs at him, fondly. "Sweet boy." He toys with Binghe's hair. "I think I--um, get it, now."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe smiles, radiating smugness. "My reputation?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan flushes bright. "Shameless," he hisses, but Ragnelle's mouth smiles too much through it. "Of course I understood Binghe's prowess before. No, I meant—what you were saying about bodies. When—when we argued, last time."

[protagonisthalo]

"Oh?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan licks his lips. Her lips. "This body--um. I was kind of. Roleplaying? At first? Like--pretending to be some--blushing new bride, or whatever, one of your wives, but then--somewhere along the way I just. Became myself again." She's going so red admitting this, given all the stuff she'd said while she was being herself. But it's just embarrassment, not shame. "And you--you liked it because I was me. It was different for you, than--?"

[protagonisthalo]

"I could tell it was you. Especially while intimate. Your expressions, your voice, the sounds you make—they are all familiar and beloved to me." He kisses Shen Yuan's other cheek. "It was perhaps more jarring to you when I appeared to you as Aleksander, because you expect me to look like myself. But I am accustomed to looking past your form—or rather, noticing how your presence transforms it. I liked it," he confirms. "And I could tell how much you did."

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan swats at him, embarrassed, but makes herself nod instead of denying it. "It's--it feels. Easier. Not because this body is a woman,¹ but because it isn't, like-- I spent so long having to... pretend. To be. You know. Cold, and aloof--enough like Shen Qingqiu that no one who knew him would suspect a change beyond a qi deviation. Obviously here I'm working on not pretending anymore, but it's still." He bites his lip. "I told Magnus I was worried I wouldn't have enough of a connection to his body to be pulled back in when this whole bodyswap ends. But--I kind of wish I could stay? Not that I want to steal Ragnelle's body forever! I just--"

¹ It is definitely at least a little bit because this body is a woman.

[protagonisthalo]

"It pains you to be associated with Shen Qingqiu?"

[peaklordshen]

Shen Yuan makes a face. "It's stupid. It's not like anyone here knows who he was or what he did, except for you, and we've—been over how you feel about it."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe chooses his words carefully. He does not want to make Shen Yuan feel bad for something he cannot help, especially since they've already argued about it. He does not think of Shen Qingqiu when he looks at Shen Yuan, but there is some tension—some amount of work his heart must do to separate the two men—that is absent now, and the absence of it is a relief. But he would never say it.

"I will have you in whatever way I can, and count myself impossibly lucky. But the fact that you dislike it—that it matters to you that he hurt me—is not something I find stupid."

[peaklordshen]

"Okay," says Shen Yuan. "Um. Thanks. And--I kind of think. Avoiding thinking about how I didn't like it. Made me fixate on--how attractive his features are or whatever. So I could think about it as a good thing, instead of." She swallows. "Instead of this thing that neither of us like, but neither of us can change, I wanted there to be--a benefit to being in that form. But it really doesn't matter to you, and I shouldn't have insisted it should. I'm sorry."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe did not expect or require this apology, but it surprises him how good it feels to hear it. The idea that Shen Qingqiu's unwanted presence between them is a shared burden eases some weight he did not know he was carrying. "My love," he says, his voice tight. "The benefit is that it's you. I don't care if Shen Qingqiu is attractive or unattractive"—he is unattractive—"but his body allows you to be here with me, and for that I would even thank the heavens for his existence."