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Liu Qingge sits with his arms crossed, doing his best to focus on the man standing in the middle of the hall. The Heavenly Emperor rambles about something that definitely could’ve been wrapped up in five minutes rather than his thirty-minute-long speech. As much as he respects Yue Qingyuan, he thinks the man should let Shen Qingqiu take over the heavenly meetings. At least then, these meetings would be finished in half the time. Liu Qingge takes a moment to look around and quickly realizes he isn’t the only one struggling to pay attention. He thinks he can see Shang Qinghua trying not to fall asleep in his seat. Shen Qingqiu on the other hand looks ready to end the meeting himself from where he sits, closest to Yue Qingyuan.
Liu Qingge sighs quietly and shifts in his seat. Yue Qingyuan doesn’t seem like he’ll be finishing anytime soon, and Shang Qinghua still has a report to give. Assuming he’s still awake by then.
‘Liu-shidi?’
The voice startles him so badly he jolts in his seat. He looks around and sees a few other gods giving him odd looks, but they quickly turn back to Yue Qingyuan. ‘A-Yuan?’ He asks into their communication array.
‘Ah! I hope I’m not interrupting anything,’ Shen Yuan says apologetically.
Liu Qingge smiles to himself, ‘I’m in a meeting but not much is happening.’
Shen Yuan hums thoughtfully, ‘I remember Jiu-ge mentioning something about that.’
His eyes fall on Shen Qingqiu again, and the man is clearly hiding a frown behind his fan. ‘Your brother looks ready to strangle Yue Qingyuan,’ He tells him.
He hears Shen Yuan sigh deeply, ‘Let me guess, Qi-ge’s on one of his tangents again?’
‘Mn,’ Liu Qingge confirms, ‘If I had to guess, I’d say the meeting will last maybe an hour longer at this rate.’
‘Oh…’ Shen Yuan says, his voice sounding disappointed.
‘Did you need something?’ Liu Qingge asks, suddenly concerned by Shen Yuan’s tone.
‘Ah…actually,’ Shen Yuan says quietly, ‘I was hoping to see you.’
Liu Qingge’s eyes widen in surprise, and he tries to ignore the way his face begins to warm. ‘I’ll come visit as soon as the meeting ends,’ He quickly promises. Shen Qingqiu usually spends some time after these meetings with Yue Qingyuan, so he’ll be able to head to the wind master’s palace without running into him.
‘Actually, I’m at your palace,’ Shen Yuan admits. That surprises Liu Qingge and his brows furrow in confusion. If he was at his palace wouldn’t Yixuan have told him where he was? It was unlikely Shen Yuan had somehow missed his deputy while waiting for him. Before he can ask him anything, the other man speaks up again. ‘I’m waiting in your room,’ Shen Yuan tells him, his voice laced with an undertone of…something, ‘But I wish Qi-ge would hurry up…I’m getting bored.’
Liu Qingge resists the urge to roll his eyes and tries to contain a fond smile, ‘You left some books in my room, they’re on the bookshelf in the corner of the room.’
He hears Shen Yuan hum before going silent. He shakes his head lightly before turning his attention back to Yue Qingyuan. It seems his finally finishing up his speech about…ghosts in the north? Liu Qingge can’t even pretend to know what the man was talking about at this point. Next thing he knows, Yue Qingyuan is taking his seat on the throne and Shang Qinghua is standing holding what looks like a long report.
‘I can’t focus on any of these,’ Shen Yuan complains loudly, ‘…I’ll have to find something else to do.’
Now Liu Qingge rolls his eyes. Shen Yuan goes quiet again and Liu Qingge listens to Shang Qinghua remind everyone to turn in their reports on time. A few minutes of this pass before he hears a strange sound.
‘Ah!’
Liu Qingge glances around and sees no one reacting to the sound. He frowns, ‘…A-Yuan?’
‘Mmm,’ Shen Yuan hums and his next words come out breathy, ‘Liu-shidi…’
Liu Qingge freezes immediately and looks around again, making sure no one is paying attention to him. ‘…A-Yuan? What are you-‘ Liu Qingge starts to say.
‘Ngh…shidi! Fuck…wish you were here…’ Shen Yuan’s words are punctuated with low moans that go straight to Liu Qingge’s groin.
Liu Qingge fidgets in his seat as subtly as he can, ‘A-Yuan…are you touching yourself?’
‘Mhm,’ Shen Yuan confirms. ‘Would Liu-shidi like to know what I’m doing?’ He asks teasingly.
Liu Qingge squeezes his hands against his arms and tries to control his breathing. Shang Qinghua is still talking about something, but he knows they won’t be here that much longer. The smart thing to do would be to stop this now but Shen Yuan is still moaning loudly while he waits for him to respond. And Liu Qingge is a strong man, but not that strong. ‘…Yes,’ He says with an air of defeat.
Shen Yuan laughs quietly, ‘I knew you couldn’t resist.’ He suddenly sucks in a large breath, ‘Ah! Liu-shidi…’
‘Tell me,’ Liu Qingge tells him, sounding more confident.
‘…I’m in your bed…pretending it’s you spreading me open on your fingers,’ Shen Yuan says in a low voice.
Liu Qingge’s hand tightens around his bicep, and he grits his teeth. ‘How many?’ He asks, trying to sound calm.
Shen Yuan laughs at him. ‘Liu-shidi needs to be more specific,’ He teases. ‘How many what?’ He purrs out the words clearly hoping to rile him up. And unfortunately, it’s working.
‘How many fingers?’ Liu Qingge asks, his voice tight.
‘Mmm,’ Shen Yuan lets out a pleased hum, ‘…Three.’
Liu Qingge is hit with the image of Shen Yuan fucking himself on his fingers as the man continues to moan in their array. He feels himself start to harden in his pants and shifts his legs hoping it doesn’t become obvious.
‘Fuck…’ Shen Yuan whines lowly, ‘It’s not enough…need you…’
‘A-Yuan…’ He growls.
Shen Yuan whines in response, ‘Qingge…’s so empty…need you inside of me.’
He tries to imagine Shen Yuan’s flushed face as he begs for him. His breathing becomes shaky, and he brings his hand to his face, concealing his mouth and muffling any sounds that might escape. He pretends to rub at his mouth like he’s focused on what Shang Qinghua is saying. ‘Soon,’ He promises. He’s not sure who he’s trying to reassure, Shen Yuan or himself.
Shen Yuan’s breath hitches at his words. ‘Please, Qingge…’m ready for your cock.’
Liu Qingge’s cock is painfully hard in his pants, his erection thankfully hidden by his robes. His face must be bright red by now, but it doesn’t seem like anyone around him has noticed. ‘Soon, A-Yuan. Can you come from just your fingers?’ He asks.
‘No!’ Shen Yuan cries, his voice sounding watery, ‘Wanna come with you inside of me!’
Now Liu Qingge has to choke back a moan. The image of A-Yuan returns full force. He can see him clearly lying in his sheets. His legs spread as he fingers himself desperately, fighting the urge to touch his neglected cock. His face flushed and tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to fight off his orgasm until Liu Qingge can return to him.
Liu Qingge clears his throat quietly. He tries to focus on Shang Qinghua when he feels someone staring at him. It only takes a second of him looking around to spot Shen Qingqiu staring at him with a raised brow. His eyes widen but he tries to school his face into a neutral expression. He must not succeed because now the man’s eyes narrow. Perfect. He just shakes his head hoping that will be enough for him to drop it. Shen Qingqiu stares at him for a second longer before turning to look back at Shang Qinghua. He lets out a quiet sigh of relief and takes a moment to clear his head.
‘Qingge, are you paying attention to me?’ Shen Yuan complains shamelessly, ‘Feel so empty without you…’
Well, there goes any opportunity to calm down. Luckily, he’s saved from his silent suffering when he notices people around him starting to stand. He blinks and looks at Shang Qinghua. Oh. The meeting was over. Liu Qingge’s eyes widened suddenly.
‘I’m coming,’ He tells Shen Yuan quickly before shutting off their communication array just as fast.
He rises carefully and discreetly looks down ensuring his robes are hiding his…problem. When he’s sure they are he makes to exit the palace. Unfortunately, he sees Shen Qingqiu watching him again. His dark eyes burning holes in him. His luck worsens when the man begins to approach him. But then, by some miracle, Yue Qingyuan cuts off his path looking eager to speak with the man. Shen Qingqiu looks mildly annoyed but turns his full attention to the Heavenly Emperor. Liu Qingge takes this opportunity and bolts out of the palace. He’s sure he’s received more than a few strange looks as he nearly runs out of the building. It doesn’t take him long to reach his own palace. As he enters Yang Yixuan greets him.
“Shizun! Your friend is here!” He tells him immediately.
Liu Qingge simply nods and continues to his chambers. The anticipation builds inside him as he approaches the door, ready for the sight of his A-Yuan.