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[protagonisthalo]

NSFW continuation from here!

Nothing inflames Luo Binghe so much as open admiration. The more Sagramore talks, the more Luo Binghe likes him. And he takes Sagramore's words as a challenge. He slides down Sagramore's body and nuzzles into the gap between his shirt and trousers, kissing the skin he finds there—there is something to be said for the fashions these otherworldly men favor.

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[sagramore]

Sagramore gasps softly, winding the loose lock of hair by Luo Binghe's ear around his fingers. "Jesu-- should I not serve thee?"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe laughs, aroused and giddy. "Yes—serve me, and I'll make you forget the name of this god you call on." He doesn't make any effort to move, though. Instead he nips at Sagramore's hip, waiting to see what he will do for the privilege of serving Luo Binghe. If he gets impatient, all the better.

[sagramore]

His fingers tighten in Luo Binghe's hair. "Wouldst have me change all my oaths for thy name?" even as he manages to push himself up on one arm.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe gives a pleased hum—Sagramore could pull his hair much harder than this. "Maybe I would—I've been told I'm an unreasonable tyrant."

[sagramore]

He laughs again, completely unable to help himself, and pulls Luo Binghe's hair again, harder this time; he's not so drunk he failed to notice the hum. "I like an unreasonable tyrant. Perhaps thou hast won me that me. --Come back up, I want to touch thee--"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe is happy to comply with a demand phrased so sweetly. He lets Sagramore pull him up and leans over him, flushed and eager.

[sagramore]

His long deft fingers -- somewhat less deft at this particular moment -- trace Luo Binghe's face admiringly: he draws his thumb along the bow of Luo Binghe's lips, beneath his eyes, along his jaw, as if he were trying to learn him, and he murmurs, "Beautiful," as much to himself as Luo Binghe, as if he were making a note. "Look at thee, thou lovely."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe knows he is beautiful; he has heard this one thousand times, and his palace contains mirrors. It should be nothing to him. But hearing it from such a man, too drunk not to be honest, while he touches Luo Binghe like his face is a rare treasure—it makes him feel as though he had taken that drink after all. "Flatterer," he says, in no way discouraging.

[sagramore]

"I can flatter, but I have not flattered thee." His thumb comes back to Luo Binghe's lips. "Let me take thee in my mouth. I will beg for that, if it please thee."

[protagonisthalo]

He licks the tip of Sagramore's thumb, teasing. "It would."

[sagramore]

"I beseech thee. Let me on my knees for thee, my lord."

[protagonisthalo]

"Ask me one more time, and I'll allow it."

[sagramore]

"Grant me thy grace, my lord."

[protagonisthalo]

"Granted." Luo Binghe warms easily to the role of the imperious lord demanding sexual favor; it is hardly removed from reality. The familiarity holds back the panic that overtook him with Claudius. Like this, he might be visiting with one of his most favored wives, only with an exceedingly handsome man in her place. What is there to trouble him, in that? Luo Binghe releases Sagramore and swings around to sit with his feet on the floor. He would like to see how a man so pleasing to behold looks on his knees.

[sagramore]

Sagramore pulls himself up with slightly unsteady effort and drops to his knees on the floor in front of Luo Binghe. He's flushed, his dark eyes bright with desire, his curls slightly damp. He reaches to untie Luo Binghe's belt.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe likes everything about him—his eagerness, his submission, even the way he's made slightly maladroit from drink. He shivers, anticipating Sagramore's mouth. If pressed, he might admit he is eager to see Sagramore's reaction to his manhood. Rarely does the first sight of it pass without comment. It will already be in fine form; he feels quite lightheaded with arousal as Sagramore tugs at his belt.

He traces Sagramore's face the way Sagramore did to him, brushing a thumb across his brow and down his cheek. Sagramore is beautiful himself, and Luo Binghe is proud to have him. Outwardly, he affects a bored, haughty demeanor. "We shall see how you can please me. Do well, and you may earn the right to be taken by the Emperor."

[sagramore]

To Sagramore, there's something of a game to it -- he is relatively sure Luo Binghe is new to some of this, but he's not sure what parts, and because of Luo Binghe's pride he doesn't want to ask for specifics. So instead the challenge is to make Luo Binghe feel worldly and in command, while Sagramore takes care that everything goes as it should.

He folds Luo Binghe's belt neatly -- when he's drunk, he focuses more on these little details than he otherwise might-- and puts it to the side, then carefully draws apart his robes and pulls his trousers down over his hips. He takes his time, and before he reveals Luo Binghe's cock he slants a low-lidded gaze up at him and murmurs, "If I please thee, I will take it as a great compliment."

[protagonisthalo]

It's half a game for Luo Binghe as well, although one he's played straight¹ in the past. The pompous emperor demanding satisfaction—it must be a sexual game an old as empire itself, yet it's been Luo Binghe's real life until lately. But he knows his demands of Sagramore have no power except that which Sagramore allows him. And Sagramore applying himself so eagerly to Luo Binghe's pleasure makes Luo Binghe more than a little tender towards him.

"You will have no easy task," he says with the smile of one about to give the punchline, and slips his trousers down to reveal his aching hardness.

¹No comment.

[sagramore]

He is considerably bigger than Sagramore was imagining, but that's all right, he just needs to recalibrate a little. Sagramore busies himself with stroking the shaft, as reverently as he can manage, while he prods his sodden brain into action. Fortunately he's about as relaxed as it's possible to be, and after a moment's consideration he leans in to take the head on his tongue. Even if he can't get the whole thing in his mouth he can use his hands, he'll manage, it's fine.

[protagonisthalo]

Just this sets Luo Binghe aflame more than an entire night with Sha Hauling. He closes his eyes, mouth falling open with a small huff, and keeps his hips very still.

[sagramore]

"Thou'rt lovely," he murmurs, little snatches of praise in the seconds when his mouth isn't occupied. He is very good at this, at least -- he's had more than enough practice to develop the skill -- and as he falls into the rhythm of it, tongue, lips, fingers, palms, he relaxes entirely.

[protagonisthalo]

"Ah—" It's almost too much, shoving Luo Binghe right to the edge of pleasure and keeping him trembling precariously there. He places a hand on Sagramore's head, careful not to truly push him—he knows it to be a daunting task—but wanting to touch him, to somehow indicate how deeply he likes him. "It's good—I—" He is proud of his stamina, but this will not be his best showing.

[sagramore]

"Mmm, good--" He draws back a little. "Wouldst thou have more? Is this enough?"

[protagonisthalo]

He laughs breathlessly. "If you're worried about exhausting me—don't." He drops the warmth from his voice, picking the game back up. "You would stop before your lord is satisfied?"

[sagramore]

"I'm worried about not satisfying thee," with a blurred laugh. "Thou canst-- Wilt thou use me?"

[protagonisthalo]

Humans truly lack vitality. Luo Binghe winds Sagramore's curls around his fingers as he speaks. "You'll find demon blood runs hot enough for what you ask and more."

[sagramore]

"I'll put all my trust in thee, then."

[protagonisthalo]

"A dangerous proposition. But in the matter of my carnal talents, you may trust without fear." He brushes the corner of Sagramore's mouth with his thumb. This is familiar banter, but Luo Binghe's nerves lend everything a heightened tension. If Sagramore refuses him even this small thing, it threatens to unbalance his ease. "Now will you finish what you started, my charming vassal?"

[sagramore]

He closes his eyes, savoring the intimacy of the touch, Luo Binghe's thumb against his lips that are already bruised and sensitive from sucking. "Aye, my lord." He reaches again for Luo Binghe's cock and guides it to his mouth.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe means to remain cool and commanding, but within moments he is once again on the precipice of losing control. He rocks his hips langorously against Sagramore's mouth, still grasping at his hair just for something to do with his hands as his breath shudders out of him in great heaves. "Yes, that's—"

[sagramore]

He's getting used to the size of Luo Binghe, and he likes having his mouth fucked, likes the pull at his hair. He relaxes his throat, taking more of Luo Binghe's cock with no expectation of taking all of it, just enjoying what he can manage, loose and hazy with whiskey and basking in the tremble of Luo Binghe's breath, which is all his doing.

[protagonisthalo]

"Mm—" It feels good, but moreso than the physical pleasure is the satisfaction of Sagramore taking it. Letting Luo Binghe do as he pleases, dutiful and reverent. Luo Binghe groans, rocking as deep in as he can and covering the rest of his length with his own hand, stroking himself to a passionate finish in Sagramore's throat.

[sagramore]

Sagramore stays on him until he's finished, then eases back on his heels and looks up at Luo Binghe fondly. "There thou art."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe lingers in the moment, gazing down at him. He has feared this. With Claudius, with the book in the library, and while discussing the matter with Crowley, the primary emotion has been fear. Luo Binghe hates it too much not to recognize it. And despite how good it has been, the more he likes Sagramore, the more he feels afraid. They are not going to be wed; Sagramore will not return to Luo Binghe's palace and reside with the rest of his harem, fading over time to merely a name and a single sweet memory, as typically happens to Luo Binghe's connections. What, then, is he meant to do with this feeling? With the way Sagramore ignites him in body and soul more than any of his previous dalliances? There have been no promises between them, no guarantee that Luo Binghe can keep the pleasure he's discovered. And even more alarmingly, if this is how he feels with Sagramore, how might he feel with the person who already affects him ten times as much?

But he will not flee again. There is too much to be gained. Luo Binghe would not be himself if he allowed fear to rule him.

"My servant's mouth is sweet, and his obedient mien even sweeter," he says softly. "Now come up here, so I might kiss you and make good on my promise."

[sagramore]

He laughs, patting Luo Binghe's hip. "I need thy hand, my lord. I've not my legs."

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe leans down and, with the strength of his demonic lineage, simply hoists Sagramore up and onto his lap. "Your lord is benevolent and merciful," he says, and kisses him.

[sagramore]

Oh, well, that's nice, he actually doesn't particularly mind being man-handled like that, and-- He kisses back, draping his arms lazily around Luo Binghe's neck.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe cups his chin and leans into it. Tasting himself on the tongue of his lover never fails to excite him, and Sagramore is so easy to kiss. He flicks his tongue against Sagramore's bottom lip as he gently grasps Sagramore's hand and guides it to where he is already hardening again. "You see?" The words come out indistinct against Sagramore's mouth.

[sagramore]

"Oh, yes," he murmurs. "I get the idea." He begins stroking Luo Binghe again as soon as he touches him, as if it's inexorable.

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe recovers quickly, but he's still sensitive; he shifts under Sagramore, panting into his mouth. "You—distract me from my purpose—"

[sagramore]

"What's thy purpose?"

[protagonisthalo]

Luo Binghe kisses the corner of his mouth, his jaw, his neck, and mouths at the shell of his ear. "To ravish you so thoroughly that it silences even your clever tongue."

[sagramore]

In spite of himself he laughs, tilting his face into the kisses. "I don't know if anyone's every managed that."

[protagonisthalo]

Although Luo Binghe has never been with a man, he has had a beauty on her knees for him many a time. This is the first moment of their assignation where he might truly not know what he's doing; where he risks tarnishing his most treasured reputation. But surely it can't be so different. Accommodating Luo Binghe is a challenge for most women, especially humans. He is accustomed to taking his time and using something slippery to ease the way. And Sagramore is so biddable and pleasant. Luo Binghe bites his earlobe gently. "I am not easily discouraged. Let us make an attempt."

[sagramore]

Sagramore smiles. "Let us."