笛花 Dihua/Feihua prompt fill for @magicknightriderjellyfish02
Still riding that burst of inspiration in the groupchat from @lyselkatz's post-canon fanart of silver-haired Li Lianhua and bearded A-Fei.
[How the beard thing became permanent part of their life and llh's reaction towards it, esp when they are intimate with each other]
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“That tickles!” giggled Li Lianhua the first time that Di Feisheng scraped the unshaven stubble of his chin across the smooth surface of his husband’s thigh.
He would have shaved earlier in the morning had it not been for Li Lianhua’s imperious demand that he come back to bed, and between those vigorous morning activities and everything else they’d done during the day, Di Feisheng had simply forgotten. From the way that Li Lianhua’s cock swelled in response to the new texture, it did not seem that it was unwelcome. So Di Feisheng rubbed his chin and jaw once more against his husband’s skin, before taking him into his mouth.
“Growing your beard out, hm?” asked Li Lianhua the next day during breakfast, noting that his husband had eschewed shaving again.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
Li Lianhua reached out a hand, rubbing a thumb across his chin. “No,” he replied, the sunlight glinting off his silver hair lending his smirk a particularly mesmerizing glow.
Di Feisheng leaned into his husband’s caress, turned his head to kiss his palm, and then breakfast was soon forgotten.
Two weeks later, Fang Duobing positively yelped the moment he stepped past the threshold of Lotus Tower.
“What is that thing on Lao Di’s face?”
“A beard,” Di Feisheng replied. “You’d know what it was if you could grow one.”
Fang Duobing made a strangled noise of protest and took a threatening step forward, forcing Li Lianhua to intervene.
“You can’t possibly like that,” Fang Duobing accused, pointing at Di Feisheng’s face over Li Lianhua’s body, which was positioned squarely between the two of them.
“Actually, I like how it feels,” said Li Lianhua with a saucy grin.
Fang Duobing made a small noise of revulsion as the images of what the old fox meant rose unbidden in his mind.
“It lends him quite a distinguished air, don’t you think?”
“He looks like my father.”
“Which one?”
“Both.”
And then Li Lianhua had to try a lot harder to keep his husband and his disciple apart, lest another wall in Lotus Tower collapse in the ensuing scuffle.
It was late into the night, after Fang Duobing had fallen asleep upstairs, his breaths becoming quiet and regular, before Li Lianhua clamped both hands around his husband’s face, and drew it down for a kiss.
It was a long time before Di Feisheng was allowed to pull away enough to speak. “If I’d known you’d like it this much I would have grown it out ages ago.”
Li Lianhua smiled and shook his head. “You’ve changed, A-Fei,” he said softly. “I’ve changed too,” he added, holding up a lock of his own silver-white hair for emphasis, the result of the dissolution of the Bicha poison. “I don’t think it would have fit you then, as Jinyuan Alliance Chief, but now? Anonymous Jianghu Wandering Uncle? I think it looks perfect.”
“Anonymous Jianghu Wandering Uncle?”
“Xiaobao’s not entirely wrong about the look.”
Di Feisheng growled, his expression darkening. “Come here, you.”
Li Lianhua laughed, gave his husband’s goatee a tug, and then melted into his arms.
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