I’ll stick to my single-log bridge until it’s dark

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What can you call me? Bas

Pronouns? She/her

Favorite color? Purple and light blue

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with the weather being so hot here, it’s got me thinking about how yan wushi is a furnace and during the summer months he walks around with his tits out with his robe down around his waist. it catches shen qiao off guard nearly every time, and his face becomes a tomato, but he can’t help but look as if he’s in a trance, especially when yws comes in with sweat glistening on his body, sq eyes the droplets running down along those abs and muscles, he’s like a deer caught in a lampshade.

sq’s self control has always been impressive, however when those muscles begin to flex, somewhat purposely as yws noticed the gazing eyes, the meaning of self control is lost. sq is usually shy at giving intimacy first, but when he gets the courage he is determined. when yws went to kiss him, instead of a kiss, sq somehow pulled him down to sit on the ground and sat on his lap, and proceeded to kiss him.

his hands shyly hold and caress the other’s toned body. yws for once is stunned, but doesn’t complain, what is there to complain about? his mind feels like jelly, no thoughts, only shen qiao. it’s rare for sq to take the lead and he wasn’t about to ruin the moment especially when his touches are so sweet and gentle and so shen qiao.

the kiss is released so sq can give his beloved’s chest attention, since that is what caused this behavior, yws can’t help but tease “even a-qiao cant resist this venerable one” which earns him a glare from his lover that makes him chuckle that gets interrupted by an unexpected moan when sq bit on a nipple for the tease.

sq moves to straddle his legs either side of yws’ thighs while still giving that nipple more attention. licking and sucking, driving yws crazy, while managing to keep his composure, it’s not long until sq feels something grow between them, while sq himself was already aroused from earlier just from seeing yws walking around half naked, sq could feel the other getting hard just from nipple play. sq allows himself a small sense of pride in knowing he can get yws aroused just like that. sq then leaves a trail of kisses and bites -however because of how light they are from fear of hurting the other yws has teased him before and calls them nibbles-

making sure to also kiss the skin underneath the necklace charm, with yws’ brain malfunctioning he doesn’t notice the hands that have traveled down to undo his robes nor does he know when sq undid his own, but the next thing he knows is sq sliding himself down on yws’ hardness and let’s out a moan as he does so.

it’s like a switch was flipped inside the daoist’s head, one that rarely lets itself be on, it’s like he can’t control himself, he’s gone feral. yws doesn’t want to miss a single moment, sq is /using him/ and it arouses him even more.

he can’t help but watch as sq rides on him, while also losing composure himself, with yws’ hands on the other’s hips he guides up and down. he takes a look at sq’s face and once again he is stunned at his beauty, the face of bliss, the pretty moans coming out of that pretty mouth.

he takes him all in before leaning in to suck on that beautiful neck, making more precious sounds come out of him, while also moaning into his neck. sq released first but kept going until yws found his release, sq wrapped his arms around the other’s neck and collapsed into him as they both came down from their high.

when sq finally came to his face went bright red but for a different reason this time, “wow a-qiao, maybe this venerable one should wear less clothes around more often” that earned him a death glare and red as a tomato face, as he hid himself in yws’ neck out of embarrassment.

it’s not that shen qiao doesn’t like to be touched, it just comes with traveling alone and being isolated , so he got used to it. that is until a presence came into his life, a presence so domineering, he didn’t have a choice to ignore it.

a presence that came into his life suddenly, he didn’t have a chance to get use to it. a presence of white streaked hair, a villainous laugh and demonic aura. at first the touch was unkind, painful even, however it’s the touch that saved his life. over time the touch became

gentle, the touch became gentle and welcomed, except, it scares him how much he welcomes the touch from this man, especially all that he’s been put through because of him. he wants to run from it, but also seeks its warmth, the man after all is like a furnace.

a furnace against his naturally cold body. yan wushi, is a touchy person when it comes to shen qiao. often there is a tease behind his touches, whether it’s an attempt to seduce or simply just to touch him. but his touch can also be gentle when need to be. when his lover

has been having nightmares or has that distant look in his eyes, his touch becomes softer and one of comfort, with an embrace to shield off all the bad thoughts in his husband’s head. a soft hand combs through dark locks, the gentle caress of his head is almost enough to lull

the daoist to sleep, knowing he’s safe. it’s no secret that yan wushi can be mischievous and it’s not exception when it comes to his husband, when his touch becomes teasy and playful. one of his favorite pass times is rousing up the other by blowing on his ear or neck

or grabbing his waist when in public, touching him in such ways turns him red from head to neck and often ends in a scolding which yan wushi can’t help but find amusing and adorable. many would deny if you told them the demonic sovereign was capable of being soft

and playful, other than being mischievous. but others are insignificant to him, especially with these moments with his a-qiao, the a-qiao in question currently trying to get away as he’s trapped under the older man and being tickled to death and making those embarrassing

sounds because of those teasy touches. those touches that were once soft and teasy in making him laugh, can also produce other pleasant noises, when it’s just the two of them, the touches that become more delicate and intimate, ones that draw out the sweetest moans, and a touch

not even shen qiao can resist as the pleasure is just too good. a touch that knows just how to take care of him, even after the intimacy, when the daoist is spent, returns the gentle and soft touches of being taken care of in another way, ones that bathe him, and comb his hair,

the one that carries him to bed and tucks him in, pulling him closer with a warmth so inviting and after exhausting activities, he can’t help but fall asleep. When the next morning he finds that he is alone, with a note from the one who held him the night before, he finds

himself longing. touch is not something shen qiao craved, except he does, he would never admit it out loud, but he craves the touch of one particular person, craves the soft and gentle, the intimate and pleasurable and even the playful and teasy, he just craves /him/.

after traveling alone for so long he didn’t realize how much he would miss the touch of someone. still shy in initiating touch to the other, when his husband returns from his duties, shen qiao can’t help, after missing him for months, when /he/ is the first to embrace the older

is still somewhere in his mind. i think on those days after the nightmare tho he seeks comfort from the man those nightmares are about, but not all the time. he may distance himself, leave the house for a little while. yws ofc notices, he notices nearly everything sq does

he doesn’t ask, he already knows, when sq is ready to come back, yws is as gentle as ever, the gentleness reserved only for one man, and reassures to sq of his love and certainty that no harm will come to him again. sq knows, knows how much yws loves him, knows how much he loves

it’s never bothered shen qiao, well at least not in this sense, he would be lying if he said he didn’t steal glances every once in awhile, but it’s when he realizes he’s not the only one stealing glances…. he notices how strangers will glance at the beautiful and strong

chest that is HIS husband’s, shen qiao isn’t the jealous type BUT he can’t help it when he turns to yan wushi and tries to fix the robes to hide HIS husband’s chest with a blush

very much in love with Shen Qiao and pouring his heart out to him only to find Shen Qiao fell asleep, but he couldn’t be mad, how could he when his a-qiao looks so cute sleeping and especially when he wakes with those doe-like eyes realizing what’s happened and apologizing,

Yan Wushi feels like he can’t breathe with the sight. And the times Shen Qiao has fallen asleep while they were watching something on the couch and absentmindedly lays his head on Yan Wushi’s shoulder or lap and ofc Yan Wushi refuses to move or make a sound other than a chuckle.

“cute” but sometimes when yan wushi gives him a cheeky, mischievous grin, somehow has become cute to him, he will never admit it out loud, or when lao yan is feeding a-qiao some apples, and talks to the deer, or when he finds himself being used as a pillow, exhausted lao yan

curling up with his head in shen qiao’s lap with the daoist’s hand gently petting his hair, almost like a cat, and shen qiao cannot wrap his head around how this man can be so endearing and soft but also strong and arrogant, even when the man pouts shen qiao cant help it but

also fails to understand how this man who is the leader of a demonic sect, is a demonic cultivator, is a 50+ year old man, can be found as cute and tho he doesn’t understand it, Shen Qiao loves his cute, old, gremlin, troll of a husband just the same