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Luo Binghe is watching this squirmy little rat sweat under the dim lamp light. Hands around his laptop bag like he was some stripped fresh bride, clutching the scraps of his dress and awaiting to be ravished.
In return, Luo Binghe wears his most pleasing smile, tries to speak soft and gentle the way men with round eyes seem to like. Letting the tension out from his shoulders while Shang Qinghua seems ill prepared to carry the weight of his presence.
"We just need a few documents erased, that's all. It's nothing someone of your skill can't handle, right?"
The little hacker lets out a pained squeak, eyes darting back and forth as he looks for escape and finds nothing more than Luo Binghe.
"I really can't, I can't," he whines, urgent like he's some kid needing to use the bathroom. "I'd love to help you, Sir, Boss, Mr. But I'm not really into the…" He catches sight of the holster nestled against Luo Binghe's side, watching it with a gulp of fear. "I can recommend some people better than me? I need to um, need to go home for that. Can I go home?"
"You know we would really appreciate your help with this, and it would be no problem to let you go home afterwards." Luo Binghe presses. "You are the one who set up Cang Qiong's systems weren't you? I'm sure you know the complexities of their operation. Intimately."
He touches Shang Qinghua's knee and is startled when the man lurches back, almost tipping over the chair he's cuffed to by the ankles.
It does make him laugh however, deep and truly amused at how hard this hacker was shivering. Eyes swollen in fear and unable to stop tracing the width of Luo Binghe's shoulders. Yes. He had that effect on people.
"Calm down, damn, you're like a little mouse in a trap!" He muses, catching the sound of movement behind him, a metal door shutting with no more than a whisper of sound.
"Hamster." A different voice answered, Mobei Jun standing just to his left.
"Yea, a hamster." Luo Binghe agrees and turns back to Shang Qinghua. "I never had one of those as a kid but--"
Oh.
Oh gosh.
If Shang Qinghua was fighting not to find Luo distracting, he was failing completely at the first sight of Mobei Jun.
Those eyes only got rounder, heated as the face grew blotchy in flushed patches. Brows raised to the messy hairline and glasses were left to slip down his nose. Staring over Luo Binghe's shoulders towards his Second in Command. Someone a thousand times more dangerous than Luo Binghe could ever claim of himself.
"Mobei," He calls, not taking his eyes off Shang Qinghua as the little nerd swallows hard and then tucks his mouth against the lip of his computer case. Hugging it harder to his body while legs tighten. "C'mere."
Mobei Jun obeys, a languid step closer. His black hair is long and straight, pouring down the dark navy suit and obscenely parted button down, a glimmer of silver down pale skin and really Luo Binghe has always appreciated how his Second doesn't believe in undershirts. Despising being warm to an obsessive degree yet still wears slacks fitted and tight around shapely thighs and a neat little waist.
"Shang Qinghua how about this," He reaches up, able to rest fingers over the heavy silver buckle of Mobei Jun's belt. Thumb slipping between the leather strap and pulling the belt open while his Second gives a low grunt of confusion.
The nerd's mouth practically waters.
"Help us and I'll let you blow my Lieutenant." Luo Binghe smiles, charming and sweet before rushing a hand down to outline the shape of Mobei Jun through his slacks. The impressive weight filling his palm and Shang Qinghua's eyes. "He doesn't get around much, so he'll probably be a little rough."
Mobei Jun doesn't pull away but he makes a noise of question before their chained up guest almost topples over…
"Yesokokok!" He spits out too eagerly and just as fast all the color drains from his round little face. Smacking his brow onto the computer bag and shaking in embarrassment. (Thighs only clenching harder, Luo Binghe grinning up at his Second who notices too.)
"Well? What do you think 'Bei?"
Mobei Jun raises a sleek brow, his cold eyes moving to take in the shape of their guest. Shang Qinghua peeks over the laptop, shivering from something like fear but all the more appetizing and Luo Binghe wishes he could warn the poor nerd about what he was getting into.
Nah.
"I agree." Mobei Jun nods, focus lethal on Shang Qinghua's mouth which has gone slack and speechless. "Give us some time."
"You have twenty minutes." Luo Binghe smiles and rises from across Shang Qinghua, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder and exits as Mobei Jun barks out
"Thirty."
Carrot or stick.
Carrot is always better
…
"Deleted. Like it never existed!" Shang Qinghua is actually pretty amusing to watch work. Talks to himself alot, muttering and cooing at code and firewalls like he's playing some game. Luo Binghe thinks he's also a little annoying but in a cute way, and it seems he's not the only one.
"Good." Mobei Jun purrs against the hacker's ear, arms locked tight around the man's body where Shang Qinghua was seated in his lap, having to bend to reach the keys of his computer.
He looks pleased with himself, bruised mouth and looking utterly enthralled in every glance at Mobei Jun. Flustered and hungry and dazed, but so long as he did his job, what did Luo Binghe care.
"Thank you for your work, I'm sure someone will drive you home. And it goes without saying--"
Shang Qinghua makes a motion of zipping his mouth, understanding fully. But Mobei Jun frowns at that, his thumb reaching to peel back the lower lip, leaning in to lick the man's teeth. Causing their guest to squirm...
Well.
He hadn't planned on adopting a hacker today, but Mobei Jun has been a good boy. He deserves a pet, why not a hamster?