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Only five feet separated Bing-ge from the room, and the smell of Shen Qingqiu hit him suddenly, stopping him in his tracks.
It was both familiar and foreign to him. The smell of nature, like rain-soaked grass, chipped wood, and the reminiscence of crushed herbs. Calming, refreshing, and a scent that felt alive.
Bing-ge wanted to bury his face in that scent.
The scent also calmed his pounding heart, making his earlier hesitation disappear. He walked forward, closing those five feet and entering the room.
Shen Qinqiu was sitting down on the left side of the room, where he had a desk piled high with books, as he was currently engrossed in one of them. His hair was undone, with the long strands tucked behind his ears as he read his book. He wore nothing but his inner white robes, clearly getting ready to head to bed soon. His inner robes were tied loosely, creating an erotic image of his chest peeking out as he bent over the table.
Bing-ge paused his steps, fully hypnotized by the view.
Shen Qinqiu seemed to have heard his footsteps and looked up toward him.
“You're back.” He said, and Luo Bing-ge felt his mouth run dry. It was that look again, the one with fully trusting eyes, with a hint of care and adoration added to the look. “The bath is still warm; you should go ahead and get ready for bed.”
For a second, Bing-ge couldn’t process anything. It wasn’t as if this look was foreign to him; he had countless wives and others who would look at him this way, but it was wholly different when this look was coming from Shen Qingqiu.
He’d only ever experienced a look of disgust and loathing from Shen Qingqiu.
With his mind still in a haze, Bing-ge slowly approached Shen Qingqiu. He felt as if an invisible force was pushing him closer, urging him to finally touch that skin he had been dreaming about for months.
His fingertips tingled at the thought of caressing his soft skin and letting his smooth hair flow between them. Slowly, he made his way behind Shen Qingqiu, all the while the person of his desire calmly glanced at him and let him do as he pleased. As if Bing-ge didn’t need to explain his actions or even cover the part of himself that wanted to be close to Shen Qingqiu.
It was a refreshing feeling to be so wholeheartedly welcomed.
Bing-geraised one arm, and after a second of hesitation, grasped Shen Qinqiu’s hair. It was just as soft and silky as he had imagined it to be, flowing between his fingers like a waterfall, sending goosebumps over his skin.
After a moment of playing in that silken weave, Bing-ge pushed his hair over to one side and bent over slightly, pressing his full face into the nape of Shen Qingqiu’s neck. That earthy smell was strongest here, and Bing-ge felt not only his heart weve, but his cock throb in anticipation.
He swallowed hard and pressed a soft kiss on the side of his Shizun’s neck—a feather of a kiss, like one of a gentle lover.