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Shen Qingqiu woke to darkness. The curtains were still drawn on the massive bed that the Heavenly Emperor of All the Known Realms and his Empress, a title that still left Shen Qingqiu red in the face whenever it was uttered aloud, shared in their palace. This was highly unusual as Luo Binghe always awoke long before Shen Qingqiu on any morning in order to prepare his beloved’s breakfast and lay out his garments for the day. It was a habit that Shen Qingqiu had never been able to break Luo Binghe from and had finally given up on. It was of absolutely no consequence that Shen Qingqiu secretly enjoyed being fussed over in the morning. After all, doing these simple chores gave Luo Binghe pleasure and something to focus some of his anxiety on. It was a win-win situation.
As he more fully woke, he became aware of the line of heat still present against his back. Shen Qingqiu had managed to wake up before his husband, and more surprisingly, had not pulled him from sleep along with him. Luo Binge was still soundly asleep, his devilishly handsome face relaxed, one arm reaching towards the neighboring warmth of Shen Qingqiu. It was rare to be able to look at Binghe without his clever eyes looking back. With husband’s eyes closed, Shen Qingqiu didn’t need to hide behind the protection of his fan. His thin face could be bravely exposed. Shen Qingqiu flushed as he let himself look his fill at his husband’s face. It was the face he most loved in this and any world. Luo Binghe’s cheekbones were things of epic love poetry, at this point quite literally. His eyelashes rested against Binghe’s cheeks like dark threads of gossamer. They were longer and more lush than any he’d ever seen on any woman. His nose was an elegant slope that led down to a plush mouth with lips the most perfect shade of pink.
Said lips were currently parted as Luo Binghe snored lightly, oblivious to the journey his husband’s face was going on as he found Binghe’s snoring charming. Even his drooling while asleep was obscenely attractive! It made Shen Qingqiu want to do nothing more than to lean over and kiss him breathlessly awake so he could stop feeling so stupidly enamored.
He was moving before he was conscious of it. One hand moved a stray curl from Binghe’s face, tucking it back behind the point of his ear, and took a firm handful of hair. He pressed his lips to husband’s, not caring at all about the drool he would definitely have to tease Binghe about later, and perhaps too easily was able to part them and lick inside. Luo Binghe responded with a sleepy whine before blinking his eyes open. Shen Qingqiu felt Binghe’s body tense for a brief moment as he came awake before relaxing into a different kind of tension as he lazily kissed back.
Shen Qingqiu eventually broke the kiss and let himself smile breathlessly down at his husband. “I missed you.”
“This disciple apologizes for leaving Shizun alone.”
“Nonsense.”
Luo Binghe gave his prettiest pout and tugged Shen Qingqiu into another toe curling kiss. The fact that neither of them had put sleeping robes on after last night’s bedroom activities finally caught up with Shen Qingqiu, but instead of putting distance between them like he normally would, this shared moment in the comforting darkness of their bed left him feeling indulgent and bold. He slid a leg over Luo Binghe to settle comfortably astride his husband’s lap. Luo Binghe almost squawked in surprise. It was adorable.
“But I suppose, if Binghe wants to make up for it, this husband would not be opposed to it,” Shen Qingqiu said with imperious elegance, and an extremely red face, as he reached behind himself to take ahold of a certain heavenly pillar that was also waking up.
There was no reason they had to get out of bed today.