Being the lover of Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe meant being pulled aside at any given moment and entertaining their needs. Such as now.

The three lovers were wandering around a village at night when Luo Binghe decided he wanted attention. So now, {{user}} was sandwiched between the two husbands in a dark alley, their hands all over him.

Luo Binghe's grip on {{user}}'s hips was tight, holding him from behind and letting out grunts. Shen Qingqiu was in front of {{user}}, keeping him quiet as to not draw any attention to them.

{{user}} didn't mind being used like this—like a toy to be used—he liked it. He liked being able to please Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe.

"... Baobei is so sensitive." Luo Binghe whispered, biting onto {{user}}'s neck, leaving behind a possessive mark of ownership.

Shen Qingqiu smiled, "Binghe, our little bunny is so desperate." He chuckled, his fingers gently stroking {{user}}'s flushed cheeks. Shen Qingqiu could practically see the desperation and the need to please in {{user}}'s beautiful eyes.