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He is so tired of Shang Qinghua. Next time he sees him, Mobei-Jun be damned, he's wringing his scrawny little neck.
"Cucumber bro!" A voice yells from far away. Shen Qingqiu continues walking along the path, fan still held elegantly between his fingers as he fans the lower half of his face, his left arm across his lower back. His robes are white with a bamboo green trim, and he's forgone his topknot and guan for the day. He had nowhere to be and no-one to see, and Luo Binghe had once said he liked, and he quote, 'to see Shizun's hair all the way down, and it also made it easier to [BLEEP][BLEEP][BLEEP].'
Would he ever admit it to Luo Binghe that he remembered? No, no he would not.
"Cucumber bro!" The distinct sound of pounding feet against grass progressively catches up to him, and he finally slows to a stop. Looking beside himself, Shang Qinghua stands bent in half, panting as if he'd just run a marathon (he kind of did, considering he had to run to catch up to Shen Qingqiu). His short brown hair is up in his customary bun, with loose strands sticking up here and there. His robes are the customary An Ding Peak blue, plain and boring, just like the entire peak itself.
"Cucumber bro, how can you just ignore me like that?" Shang Qinghua says, finally lifting his head to look up at him. "I was calling you for ages." He sighs and stands up straight, cheeks flushed a soft red from his run to catch up.
"How could I not? What would my disciples think of me if they saw me responding to a name like "Cucumber bro", Airplane bro?" Shen Qingqiu says flatly, fan stilling as he covers the lower half of his face. His lips twitch up slightly as Shang Qinghua rolls his eyes, and they continue walking side by side. "So, what do you want?"
"Well, you remember the Regr-" The An Ding Peak Lord doesn't get to finish his sentence before there is a flash of light and Xiu Ya is sharp against his throat, the cold steel making the shorter man break out into a cold sweat.
"Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky bro, I thought we agreed to never say that name in front myself or Binghe ever again?" Shen Qingqiu pulls his fan away and snaps it shut, plastering a friendly smile upon his face as though they are discussing paper fans. Shang Qinghua, however, can see the malice tinging the edges of it.
"...etofChunshan, I'll take that as a yes. Anyways, my dearest Cucumber bro," he lifts a hand and slowly begins pushing the blade away from his throat. Shen Qingqui stares him down for a few more moments before the blade sheathes itself. The Qing Jing Peak Lord reopens his fan, resumes his original posture, and the pair continues walking once again. "Well, a new volume came out, and your beloved Binghe has conveniently bought all of the copies available."
They're walking has ceased once more, and Shen Qingqiu's face has lost all of its color. Slowly, he crouches down, his fan forgotten in favor of holding his face in his hands. "...my ass is ruined, Airplane bro. I'll never recover. He tried everything in the first Volume! I couldn't walk straight for a month!" He wails (quietly, he doesn't know if any nosy disciples are listening in), and Shang Qinghua pats him gently on the back.
"It'll be okay, Cucumber bro, the scenes aren't that bad." Shang Qinghua says, and Shen Qingqiu freezes.
"I thought... You said... He bought... ALL.. Of the copies..." He starts, voice gradually louder. "Then... How did you get to read it? Huh, Shang Qinghua?" Shen Qingqiu uncurls himself quickly and grabs Shang Qinghua tightly by his robes, eyes staring angrily into his soul.
Shang Qinghua laughs nervously, feeling himself start sweating profusely under his robes again. "Uh, well, you see... ISHOWEDITTOHIMGOODBYECUCUMBERBROHAVEFUN!" And with that loud exclamation, Shang Qinghua wrangles himself out of Shen Qingqiu's grasp and takes off down that path, faster than he's ever seen the man run.
"FUCK YOU, AIRPLANE BRO!!!" Shen Qingqiu yells after him, shaking his fist in the air like the old man he is. He stands in place, watching the dust cloud behind the man's furious retreat settle before picking up his fan. He sighs, snapping his fan open before resuming down the path. He really shouldn't be surprised. Shang Qinghua really meddled too much in his sex life private affairs too much and too often. If anything, it was probably Shang Qinghua who prodded Liu Mingyan to write another one.
He passes by a few disciples and nods his head respectfully as he keeps walking, looking around at the lush greenery of the peak as he internally curses Airplane bro to the Demon Realm and back. It was bad enough the first time Luo Binghe got his hands on the first volume. Papapa every morning and every night, until they finished the book, and then some. It was amazing that he didn't die of exhaustion. This new book... He knows he won't be able to resist when Luo Binghe pulls out his puppy eyes and tears. He loves his husband, but sometimes he's too much!
[System: Protagonist's Coolness Points 100!]
Oh, shut it System! He loves his Binghe, okay?! Don't go adding points whenever!!!
As Shen Qingqiu continues walking through the mountain paths, slowly making his way home, he spots Liu Qingge in the distance walking his way. Smiling, he lowers his fan as they cross paths. "Liu-shidi. It's nice to see you. What has brought you to my Qing Jing Peak?" He asks with a small tilt of his head.
The slightest of red coats Liu Qingge's cheeks, but Shen Qingqiu simply thinks he's hallucinating. "Nothing important." He states, his posture even more rigid seeming than usual.
"Are you sure? Surely, as a peak lord yourself, it must have been something important to come yourself." Shen Qingqiu presses, and reaches a hand out to gently pat his shoulder. Liu Qingge only gets more rigid, grip on his sword hilt tightening. The flush of his cheeks gets more prominent. "Liu-shidi, are you okay?" He asks once again, eyebrows furrowing just slightly in worry.
"I-" The Bai Zhan Peak Lord begins, but is swiftly interrupted.
A presence appears behind Shen Qingqiu and a hand curls around his waist, tucking him into the chest behind him. Another hand gently removes his hand from Liu Qingge's arm. "Shizun~" Luo Binghe croons from behind him, and he sighs gently.
Stepping away from Luo Binghe, he sends Liu Qingge a small smile and ignores his disciples grumbling from behind him. "Apologies, Liu-shidi. My disciple still has no manners." He huffs, turning towards his husband. Luo Binghe's hair is as curly as ever, as midnight black as his own. He has his black and red robes on with another white robe over top, loose in such a way that the tops of his pecs are peeking out through the folds. Hitting him over the head with his fan, he states, "Apologize to your Shisu, Binghe."
Shen Qingqiu turns back towards Liu Qingge, only to find him gone, not even a trace of dust left. He sighs and shakes his head, looking up at Luo Binghe. "What do you need, Binghe?" He asks as his husband steps closer. He wraps his arms around his waist and presses Shen Qingqiu close to him before leaning down. Had it not been for the Peak Lord putting his fan up between them, his husband would have kissed him in the middle of the trail.
Luo Binghe pouts, ducking down instead to nuzzle his head into his neck. "Do I need an excuse to see Shizun now? This husband misses him." He whines, pulling him even closer as he starts kissing at his neck. "Did Shizun miss me, too?"
Shen Qingqiu scoffs and smacks Luo Binghe's head with his fan once more, lightly. "Who taught you to be so shameless? I certainly never raised you to be so!" He reprimands as he pulls away, scowling slightly up at his husband. His face softens against his will as Luo Binghe tears up. He huffs and promptly covers the lower half of his face with his fan once again. "Aiya, when do I not miss Binghe? Such a troublesome child. Now, come."
He resumes his walk once again and not a moment later Luo Binghe was beside him, smiling brightly as he walked beside his Shizun. Shen Qingqiu, looking ever so elegant, was deeply trapped in his mind, a litany of fuckfuckfuck 's running through his head and tiny Shen Qingqiu's aborting ship all together.
Being alone with Binghe and heading back home meant he was going to mention that damned sequel! His ass wasn't ready!!!!
With a surprising and concerning amount of no disturbances, the pair arrive back at their bamboo shed. Usually he'd see Ming Fan or Ning Yingying running around, but after seeing Liu Qingge, he didn't see anyone.
Luo Binghe steps forward first and opens up the door. "After you, Shizun." He says cheerfully, smiling brightly at Shen Qingqiu. He side-eyes his husband as he walks through, snapping his fan shut. He can feel a nervous sweat breaking out as Luo Binghe shut and locks the door behind them, and he snaps his fan shut.
Facing away from the door, Luo Binghe walks up behind him and curls his arms around his waist. "Shizun~" He croons, pressed flush against Shen Qingqiu's backside. "This disciple has something to ask you..." Already, his hands were fiddling with the ties to his robes.
His face as aloof as ever, Shen Qingqiu smacks Luo Binghe's grabby hands gently before speaking. "Out with it, let this master hear it." He states, voice unwavering as if he wasn't praying to the gods in his head.
Luo Binghe's hands still and after a moment's breath begins herding Shen Qingqiu against the wall. The Peak Lord is turned around abruptly before the wall, leaving him slightly disoriented, before he's caged in by his disciple, hands on both sides of his head. Oh god he's kabedoning me . "Shizun, do you remember Regret of Chunshan?" He asks, his right hand coming over to gently brush a loose strand of hair away from Shen Qingqiu's face.
Heart pumping, the shorter man answers, "Yes, I remember. You've asked your question now, is that all?"
"Why so hasty, Shizun?" Luo Binghe pouts and leans closer. His arms drop and he reaches into his sleeve, retrieving something that makes Shen Qingqiu's face pale. It's a seemingly innocent blue covered book with a flower on the cover, but two of it's petals are picked, and in wonderous gold lettering: Regret of Chunshan Volume Two . "You see, Shizun..."
"No." Shen Qingqiu says immediately, moving to get out of Luo Binghe's fondling range. A hand quickly finds his waist before he can move an inch and he's held in place against the wall. He's forced to look at his disciples pouting face.
"But-But Shizun ..." Luo Binghe whines, his lower lip already trembling. Shen Qingqiu looks away, but a hand on his chin forces him to look back. "This book is better, Shizun! It's got more detail than the previous one, and explains things more thoroughly!" He explains desperately, his face looking like that of a kicked puppy while his hand exerts the strength of a body builder to hold his chin still.
Don't do two completely contradictory actions at once!!
Shen Qingqiu sighs and says, "Fine. Let me see the book, Binghe." With a gleeful smile, Luo Binghe hands his shizun the book, only for his smile to fall as Shen Qingqiu forces spiritual energy through his palms and into the damned book, internally cackling as the scraps of paper fall slowly to the ground.
It was Shen Qingqiu's turn to have his mood ruined as Luo Binghe's smile returns tenfold to his face and he pulls another book from his sleeves.
...
Fuckfuckfuck!! How could he forget the Airplane Bro told him he bought out all of the copies?!?!?!?!
"Don't worry Shizun, this disciple came prepared in case something happened to the first book." Luo Binghe says cheerfully, smiling innocently at his husband. Shen Qingqiu knew his husband well enough over the years to know that that smile meant he wasn't going anywhere until Luo Binghe coaxed him into bed.
"No." Shen Qingqiu says once more, one last futile attempt to deny Luo Binghe and spare himself. He averts his eyes to the side, but his husband continues moving into his view, his smile gone and replaced with a face so pleading it had no business being on the face of someone so (literally) devilishly handsome. When the first tear slipped from Luo Binghe's eyes, he cracked. "...fine..." Luo Binghe immediately brightens up, and Shen Qingqiu resigns himself to his fate. He can never deny his husband, after all.
Sending one last prayer to the gods above, he looks up at his husband, who has pulled away and is eagerly flipping through the book. He stops at one page, reads briefly, before tossing the book off to one side of the room. In the blink of an eye, Luo Binghe is pressed up against Shen Qingqiu, mouthing at his neck as he unties the shorter men's robes. After years of almost daily papapa, Luo Binghe has improved greatly. Leaving one more hickey below his Shizun's ear, his outer robes come undone, dropping to the floor to leave him in his under robes.
Luo Binghe kicks the white and green lump of clothing away and leans down enough so he can grab Shen Qingqiu's thighs. Without a word, he hefts his husband up, Shen Qingqiu wrapping his arms and legs around him in turn. His disciple surges forward as he walks towards the bed, grip tight on Shen Qingqiu's thighs as he kisses him messily, biting at his lips and sucking on his tongue. Shen Qingqiu's erection is tenting through his underrobes and pressing into Luo Binghe's abdomen, and his disciples own Heavenly Pillar is pressing against his rear end.
When Luo Binghe suddenly drops forward and onto their bed, Shen Qingqiu does not yelp, nor does that nonexistent yelp turn into a groan as Luo Binghe grinds down against him. When his disciple pulls away from the kiss and hovers over Shen Qingqiu, he has the most sinful grin on his face.
It only widens as he places his hands beside Shen Qingqiu's head and starts grinding their hips together, the Peak Lord throwing his head back and his jaw going slack. Luo Binghe leans down to initiate another kiss and Shen Qingqiu returns it almost eagerly, his hands reaching up to thread his fingers through his disciples hair. The taller man swallows any noises that somehow manage to escape the normally tight-lipped man, but eventually Shen Qingqiu has to pull away.
"Binghe, off." He demands, face slightly flushed and his lips red from abuse. He starts tugging at Luo Binghe's robes, determination evident on his face. With one more grind and a shaky breath pulled from Shen Qingqiu, his husband finally stands straight.
"As Shizun wishes." Luo Binghe says happily, a dazzling smile on his face. Instead of taking his own robes off, he kneels down between Shen Qingqiu's legs. He places one hand around his ankle and lifts his leg up, pressing a kiss to the top of his boot before removing it. He does the same to his next boot as well.
Slowly, Luo Binghe slides back up Shen Qingqiu's body, eyes looking up at his face as he lays his head on his Shizun's thigh. The Peak Lord raises his head when he notices Luo Binghe has stopped moving, and his husband decides to take that time to tear his under robes apart, the fabric shredding apart and falling beside him in scraps.
"...Binghe! I just got new under robes yesterday!" Shen Qingqiu scolds, scowling down at his disciple who only smiles in return before turning his attention to his shizun's body. Shen Qingqiu lets his head drop back down.
Marks from the nights previous litter his pale skin, bite marks both fresh and old covering his shoulders, hips and thighs, surrounded by still bright hickeys and faded ones. There's a prominent bite mark around his left nipple, both of which are red from the previous night's abuse. There's two large, hand-shaped bruises on his hips, and there's the slightest bruising around his wrists.
He looks mauled and battered, and Shen Qingqiu is lying to himself as he says he's not turned on by the marks, or how Luo Binghe admires each one individually as he takes his time looking over him.
"Shizun..." Luo Binghe purrs softly, and Shen Qingqiu suddenly notices how he can feel air blowing against his erection. He stiffens slightly as his husband licks up the side of his length, and he fists his hand into their covers. He keeps licking and licking, sometimes taking the lip into his mouth and licking over it, but never more.
"Binghe." Shen Qingqiu says impatiently, bucking his hips up.
"Look at me, Shizun." Luo Binghe's voice is ten times more commanding than his ever could be, and he raises his head, two sets of black eyes meeting each other, though one set was tinged slightly red. As soon as their eyes meet, Luo Binghe dives down and swallows his length whole, taking him as deep as he could go, and the Peak Lord's head drops back, body trembling just slightly at the sudden sensation before he gets a hold of himself. The sensation, however, only lasts a few more moments before that warm heat pulls away. "Shizun, I thought I told you to look at me. Look at me, or else I won't continue."
Shen Qingqiu swallows and starts to sit up on his elbows, closing his eyes. As soon as he starts to do that, Luo Binghe's mouth envelopes him again, and he almost falls back again. He opens his eyes to look at his husband, who is passionately sucking him off. He meets his eyes again, and they're glowing red, staring intensely at Shen Qingqiu's face. His face heats up as he watches his length slide in and out of his disciples mouth, feeling his cock jump in Luo Binghe's mouth at the sight.
Luo Binghe continues working his mouth and Shen Qingqiu continues watching, his breath gradually becoming more labored as his body twitches. "Ah, Binghe..." He sighs out, feeling his head start to tip back again but he forces himself to keep watching. His husband never once looks away from him, glowing red eyes staring intensely up at him. "Ah, Binghe -" As he gets closer to the edge, his legs start twitching, his toes start curling, and his back starts arching forward, no longer able to keep his head up. "Hmmnf..."
He's panting hard now, and he sits up, his hands finding their way into Luo Binghe's hair. He curls in on himself, eyes blurry as he looks at his husband's head bobbing in his lap. Luo Binghe's hand pushes on his chest and suddenly he's flat on his back, which he can't decide whether it's a good thing or not as slicked fingers find his hole.
A good thing, he decides, as two fingers press inside and immediately curl into his prostate. Shen Qingqiu lets out a shout, his back arches, and suddenly he's coming, unable to stop the moan that tears through his throat.
He falls flat against the bed, his legs twitching as pants in the aftermath of his orgasm. He's completely soft before Luo Binghe pulls off, pulling his fingers out as well, and he winces at the oversensitivity. His husband appears above him and gives him a smile as he leans down for a kiss.
Too tired to roll away, Shen Qingqiu allows it, having had Luo Binghe kiss him after doing worse. What he doesn't expect, however, is for the salty taste of cum to enter his mouth as his husband forces his tongue between his lips. He cringes slightly as the cum is passed between them, but thankfully, it's Luo Binghe who swallows it in the end.
His husband pulls away with another sinful grin, a string of saliva connecting their lips, and Shen Qingqiu has to look away, his face flushed and red and his chest heaving with stuttering breaths.
His eyes snap back to Luo Binghe however when he suddenly feels hands on his underside, lifting his body. "Binghe, what in the world are you doing?" He asks, feeling his face flush impossibly more as he's almost folded in half. His ass in the air, and his length is twitching from the intensity of his husband's gaze on his exposed backside.
Luo Binghe's eyes suddenly meet his, and he looks away. "Shizun is so beautiful." Shen Qingqiu's hair is spread out underneath him like an inky halo, his face red, already looking thoroughly disheveled. He's got marks marring his skin, and although Luo Binghe would normally be enraged at the sight of such painful looking marks, it makes him feel possessive, almost happy. These marks are proof that Shen Qingqiu is his , no one else's. Not Yue Qingyuan, not Liu Qingge, but his . " Shizun , you're so beautiful. All mine. So perfect, I can't get enough of you Shizun. So good for me." He all but sighs out, putting a knee on the edge of the bed to help prop Shen Qingqiu up.
Shen Qingqiu throws an arm over his face, feeling himself harden under Luo Binghe's praise. "Don't call me that when we're like this! You know better than that, you little brute." He scolds, and then Luo Binghe is peeling his arm off of his face.
"If I am a little brute, then I am Husbands little brute and no one else, just as Shizun is my Husband." His disciple says, leaning over Shen Qingqiu, and he feels an odd sense of deja vu. "Husband~ Can you hold the back of your knees for this disciple?"
Shen Qingqiu peeks up at his husband, feeling that this position was far too revealing for his thin face. However, he nods his head and reaches his hands up to grip the back of his knees. Luo Binghe grins wildly and leans back, leaving Shen Qingqiu to keep himself folded in half. He's completely hard again and he's barely been touched.
"You have to take your robes off." Shen Qingqiu demands, and Luo Binghe chuckles but makes no move to disrobe. It was unfair for him to be the only one naked!!
Luo Binghe instead grabs Shen Qingqiu cheeks and spreads them open. Before the Peak Lord is able to have any reaction, his husband dives down and licks a stripe from the top of his crack to his perineum. Shen Qingqiu trembles, biting his lip as Luo Binghe does it again and again, occasionally stopping to tease his hole with the tip of his tongue.
"...Luo Binghe!!" Shen Qingqiu growls, and his husband laughs against him. Finally, Luo Binghe's tongue licks over his hole and slowly wiggles its way in, licking along his inner walls. The Peak Lord is trembling, biting his lower lip to muffle his indecent sounds.
Soon enough, two slicked fingers press inside his hole, working him open along with Luo Binghe's tongue. His fingers scissor inside him, pressing against his walls before curling up into his prostate. The groan that is torn from his throat is undignified, and Shen Qingqiu feels mortified as Luo Binghe laughs again, his tongue leaving his entrance as he sits up.
"I didn't know my husband could make such a lewd noise." Luo Binghe teases him as he slips a third finger into his hole casually. "It's okay though. Shizun always makes such pretty noises."
"...Sh- Shut up!" Shen Qingqiu barks out even as his voice cracks from Luo Binghe's continue assault of his prostate. All three fingers are massaging that spot and the longer he does it the more he wants to squirm. His husband spreads his fingers and his jaw goes slack, his body trembling.
Shen Qingqiu's grip on his knees tightens as Luo Binghe continues his assault, throwing his head back. He chokes on his air as a fourth finger presses against his entrance, and his eyes go blurry as he looks up at his husband. Even though he's having a hard time seeing, Luo Binghe looks godly standing above him, eyes glowing a blazing red as he stares intently at his fingers entering and exiting Shen Qingqiu's hole.
"God, Shizun, I don't think I can wait anymore." Luo Binghe growls as he pulls his fingers out. Shen Qingqiu whimpers softly, panting hard as his husband finally starts disrobing himself. The layers fall away to reveal his disciples body, truly a protagonist's build. He's seen his husband's body more times than he can count over the years, but he can never get enough. He never ceased to amaze him.
" Husband , please." Shen Qingqiu pants, and that was all it took.
Luo Binghe removes Shen Qingqiu's hands from his legs and places his own hands there, bending over the Peak Lord to kiss him passionately. The tip of Luo Binghe's cock slipped inside his stretched hole easily and they both groaned into the kiss, Shen Qingqiu's arms flying out to wrap around his husband's neck.
Luo Binghe sits up again and moves one of his hands away from Shen Qingqiu's legs to his waist. Holding him steady, he starts to sink inside, watching as his length disappears into his husband's tight heat.
Shen Qingqiu has both of his arms thrown over his face, one over his eyes and the other covering his mouth, muffling his noises. He's trembling, his leg jerking in his husband's grasp as his own cock jumps and twitches against his naval. He's being filled to the brim, just like every time they have sex, but it's always overwhelming, too much and too little at the same time.
"Shizun! Shizun, hah, you're so tight around me." Luo Binghe pants as he continues sinking in, inch by inch until he's buried deep inside.
"...shut up..." Shen Qingqiu's voice is so quiet as he pulls his arm away to rebuke his disciple, barely more than a whisper as his chest stutters for air. Luo Binghe still has it in him to laugh, even as he's buried balls deep in his shizun, and Shen Qingqiu goes to snap at him, but then he's moving. He pulls his hips back and slams them forward, and Shen Qingqiu has to bite his cheek to keep from wailing aloud.
Luo Binghe changes his thrusts to leisurely rocking in and out, pulling out a few inches and slowly sliding back in. It has Shen Qingqui squirming, tiny noises escaping past his sealed (or as sealed as they could be) lips. He has one leg suspended over his husband's shoulder and the other dangling off the bed. He still has one arm thrown over his eyes, and they're the only thing hidden from Luo Binghe's devouring gaze. Shen Qingqiu can feel it on him without even needing his own eyes to see.
His husband fucks him leisurely like that, occasionally snapping his hips in a way that makes his back arch and his soul tremble, for who knows how long. All Shen Qingqiu knows is that even without Luo Binghe fucking him brutally, he can feel himself falling apart.
Over the years, his disciples technique has improved greatly, and now he even has his protagonists halo when it comes to sex. With one hand, he could unravel Shen Qingqiu, and he has in the past. Thank god he doesn't do it often. Otherwise, he wouldn't have any face left to save.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe starts to thrust faster, his hips snapping roughly against his shizun's thighs.
"Ah! Binghe, slow down." Shen Qingqiu gasps out, arm sliding off his face to look up at Luo Binghe. His face is flushed, brows furrowed slightly. In response to his plea, his husband speeds up, thrusting in and out even faster and harder than he had previously. "Bing-Binghe!" His head drops and he grips the blanket below him tightly, gasping and moaning as his disciple pounds into him.
Luo Binghe's hand reaches out and grips Shen Qingqiu's aching length and the Peak Lord moans loudly. "Binghe!" He gasps, and can't help but buck up into his grasp. He was getting close, spiraling out of control and out of his mind. His back arches on the bed and the blankets twist in his hands, almost ripping them. "Binghe, wait, ah- I'm going- I'm gonna-"
"Come for me, husband." Is all Luo Binghe says and Shen Qingqiu is coming with a drawn out moan, white splashing over his disciples hand and his abdomen. Luo Binghe fucks him through his orgasm until his length is soft and he's letting out soft whimpers.
Luo Binghe, still hard and throbbing inside Shen Qingqiu, doesn't pull out, and instead picks his shizun up. The older man makes a confused noise as suddenly he's chest to chest with his husband, and then Luo Binghe is climbing onto the bed and laying on his back.
Still panting, Shen Qingqiu sits up, groaning as he feels his disciples' erection slide even deeper inside of him. He looks thoroughly disheveled, he knows, and he feels drained after orgasming two times already. However, Luo Binghe is staring up at him so intently, his grip bruising on his hips, and he feels his own cock twitch again.
He starts rocking his hips and immediately has to stop, sharp zaps of pain and pleasure zipping up his spine, and he's already overwhelmed. He's so sensitive, but he wants to help his husband get off too.
Luo Binghe's hips thrust up suddenly and he falls backwards, barely catching himself with his hands on his disciples knees. Without realizing, he'd closed his eyes, so he opens them up, and Luo Binghe is staring at him with such a dazed and excited face. Well, not him, but rather his abdomen, so he looks down.
...
Fuck, that's too hot!
Shen Qingqiu can see the outline of Luo Binghe's cock through his stomach, bulging out. At the same time, they both reach to place their hands on it, and Luo Binghe moans loudly as they stroke over the outline of it.
"Fuck, Shizun, you look so good like this." Luo Binghe groans as Shen Qingqiu presses down and then he's sitting up to kiss him, devouring his mouth, biting at his lips. The Peak Lord can feel himself hardening again, much to his amazement, and they pant into each other's mouth. Shen Qingqiu starts rocking his hips down against Luo Binghe and they moan in unison, the Peak Lords hands finding their way into his disciples curly black hair as Luo Binghe's hands travel along his shizun's body, stroking over his sides, gripping his cheeks, playing with his chest.
Luo Binghe breaks the kiss after biting Shen Qingqiu's lip one last time and starts to trail his mouth down his neck, sucking new, bright hickeys into his skin before licking over the marks to soothe them. His canines are slightly sharper than the average humans due to his demon lineage, so as he bites down on Shen Qingqiu's shoulder, it breaks the skin, leaving the Peak Lord to shiver and whine.
"Little... Brute..." Shen Qingqiu sighs as his head tips back, gently tugging on the strands of his husband's hair. Luo Binghe growls and pulls his head away from the pale shoulder in front of him, recapturing his shizun's lips in a fervent kiss. The Peak Lords rocking is stopped with a hand on his hip, holding him in place, and he hums in confusion. "Binghe?" He pants against his lips, but the only response he gets in Luo Binghe lays flat once more, dragging Shen Qingqiu down with him as they continue kissing. Luo Binghe plants his feet firmly on the bed and begins thrusting up into his shizun, leaving both of them moaning.
Shen Qingqiu breaks the kiss, hands gripping at his husband's shoulders as he holds on for the ride. Their peaceful, tender movements are long gone as Luo Binghe pounds upwards into the Peak Lord, gripping his hips tight. Shen Qingqiu can't stop the soft noises that escape him, breathy gasps and moans, occasionally peaking into whimpers. With every thrust, his cock grinds between their bodies, leaking onto their skin and causing a sticky mess. His head drops beside Luo Binghe's and he's moaning into his ear. He knows it's affecting his disciple, as every time a sound escapes him, he feels the length inside him throb.
" Ah, Binghe ..." Shen Qingqiu moans, and then Luo Binghe's fingers are digging tightly into his hips.
"...forgive this disciple, Shizun..." Luo Binghe forces out through gritted teeth and suddenly he's flipping them around, Shen Qingqiu flat on his back and his husband caging him under him. His hips start thrusting harder than before and Shen Qingqiu's arms fly out to wrap around his husband's shoulders, moaning and panting as he feels himself get closer to the edge. If the way Luo Binghe is panting and moaning above him or the way his cock is throbbing inside of him is any inclination, his husband is close too. "Shizun, Shizun, this disciple wants to come inside you, please Shizun." Luo Binghe begs as he moans, assaulting the Peak Lord's neck.
"Yes, Binghe, please, this master allows you." Shen Qingqiu pants out, back arching as Luo Binghe grinds in and out of him.
Groaning, Luo Binghe sits up slightly, one hand beside Shen Qingqiu's head and the other gripping his hips tightly. He's moaning too, not hiding how good he's feeling as well.
Shen Qingqiu's head is reeling as his husband keeps pounding into him, breathless moans escaping him with each thrust. His head lolls to the side, eyes unfocused as he looks at Luo Binghe's hand beside his head. Dazedly, he reaches out and grabs the hand, looking back up at his husband as he brings the hand to his mouth.
Luo Binghe's thrusts falter slightly as Shen Qingqiu presses kisses over the scar on his hand, looking entranced for a few moments. The thrusts soon return faster than before as his husband's eyes and demon mark glow brighter than before, and the Peak Lord can feel the energy surrounding Luo Binghe, almost swallowing his senses whole.
Two of Luo Binghe's fingers find their way into Shen Qingqiu's mouth, pressing down on his tongue and playing with it. He's left to suck on them, his hands finding their way to his husband's wrist as he lets out garbled moans around his fingers.
Shen Qingqiu is trembling, eyes squeezed shut as Luo Binghe continues thrusting rapidly. His husband thrusts his fingers into his mouth and the Peak Lord chokes, tightening around the cock inside him and causing them both to groan. His back arches as his disciple grinds up directly into his prostate, and when Luo Binghe notices he starts moving his hips in that same way, assaulting his sweet spot continuously.
The Peak Lord is left thrashing, his body jerking as pleasure shoots up his spine. His heels dig into Luo Binghe's back as he gets closer and closer to the edge, gripping his wrist tightly with both hands.
His husband yanks his hand away and suddenly Shen Qingqiu's noises are loud in the room, moaning and panting. His hands grip the bed above his head, gripping his hair in his hands as well as he trembles with pleasure. "Binghe, ah, Binghe!" He moans, eyes shut tight. A hand wraps around his cock, stroking him quickly and he's gone. His back arches clean off the bed and he cries out, " Binghe! " He paints his chest white, moaning through his third orgasm of the night. He barely registers Luo Binghe coming inside him, copious amounts of sticky seed coating his insides.
Shen Qingqiu is panting, his body trembling and his legs twitching. His legs fall away from Luo Binghe's hips, leaving him splayed out and breathless. He's got drool all over his chin from when his husband's fingers were in his mouth and his chest is covered in three loads worth of cum. To Luo Binghe, he's still as beautiful as ever.
Luo Binghe is also still hard, the Peak Lord comes to notice as his husband shifts while he's still buried deep inside him.
"Shizun..." Luo Binghe murmurs softly, grinding his hips forward intently.
Shen Qingqiu hisses from the sensitivity, shaking his head. "No, no, Binghe, this master can't..." He pants out, slowly opening his eyes to look up at his husband. Luo Binghe already has tears trailing down his cheeks, a heavy pout upon his lips. The Peak Lord feels something inside him shatter, and he sighs. "...fine..." He says softly, looking away.
"No, no, it's okay." Luo Binghe sniffles, sounding as if Shen Qingqiu just broke down all his hopes and dreams. It was probably an accurate comparison. "Shizun doesn't want to continue, this disciple understands."
"Binghe, this master allows you to continue, so long as you stop crying." Shen Qingqiu says firmly, staring up at his husband. Luo Binghe brightens up immediately, all of his previous sadness gone.
"Thank you, Shizun!" He says, wiping his tears away as he grinds his hips again.
The Peak Lord groans, still sensitive from his previous orgasm. He throws his arms over his face, unable to stop the whimpers that escape him as his husband continues grinding his hips into him.
A few moments later, Luo Binghe stops and pulls out, much to Shen Qingqiu's confusion. Before he can say anything, he's flipped over onto his stomach, his hips quickly lifted up so he's on his knees and elbows. Fingers spread his cheeks and he blushes bright as he feels his husbands cum leak out of his hole in full view of said husband.
A tongue flicks over his hole again and he trembles, hands gripping the blankets beneath him tightly. " Binghe ." He growls, and his husband laughs in return.
"Apologies, Shizun, this disciple was entranced by the beautiful sight of you." Luo Binghe hums with no remorse in his tone as he sits up behind him, pressing slowly into Shen Qingqiu once more.
Shen Qingqiu groans, feeling his legs go shaky underneath him. An arm wraps around his waist, keeping him secure. He was already full previously with just Luo Binghe inside of him, but the addition of his cum as well is making it almost too much. Fuck you, Airplane bro! Shitty author, shitty novel, why did you have to make it so that demons ejaculate so much cum at once?! For more shitty porn scenes?!
He's panting hard already, feeling too full to exist but he has no choice as Luo Binghe sinks down to the hilt. Without giving him time to adjust (not that he needed to) and without warning, his husband starts thrusting rapidly, quite literally fucking the noises out of him.
Fuck, maybe he did need that moment to adjust.
"Wait- Binghe- Ugh, ah, ah, ah!" Shen Qingqiu gasps out, back arching. His arms give out underneath him but a hand finds its way into his black hair and grips it tight, holding him up by his head. "Binghe, I c an't - Binghe! " His voice cracks as he tries to speak, moans forcing their way through his throat.
"You can." Luo Binghe says, gripping his hair tighter as he keeps thrusting. "You always take whatever I give you." He starts thrusting harder, causing stars to explode behind Shen Qingqiu's eyes. His legs give out underneath him and the only thing holding him up is Luo Binghe's hand in his hair and arm around his waist. "So good for me. You sound so good like this, so pretty, all for me." Luo Binghe groans, and if the Peak Lord weren't so gone he might notice how the air around them is getting thicker, heavier, and not just with the scent of sex.
The pain of oversensitivity is slowly fading away and instead being replaced by pleasure, and Shen Qingqiu is getting hard again, somehow, much to his dazed mind's amazement.
There's no way he'd be able to come again! But even so, he's hard once again, aching as he's pounded into the bed.
He's not going to be able to move tomorrow, it was going to be another morning where Luo Binghe had to attend to him in bed, get worried, and kidnap Mu Qingfan (again) and bring him here to check up on him. Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge would inevitably get involved, as would Shang Qinghua, and he'd look at him with those all knowing eyes and...
His head is suddenly dropped onto the bed, the hand leaving his hair and instead gripping the back of his neck. The arm around his waist instead grabs at his hip now, holding him in place through the brutal fucking. He's still making lewd, uncharacteristic noises, gasping and moaning and pleading for Luo Binghe to wait, stop, slow down, anything to spare his poor, poor hole.
"Ah! Binghe, please!" Shen Qingqiu moans, voice muffled in the bed. He's having a hard time breathing with his face pressed directly into the bed so he turns his head, cheek pressed into the bed instead. He's still got stars dancing across his vision, the pleasure quite literally blinding.
"So shameless. Begging me for more, Shizun?" Luo Binghe laughs before moaning immediately after. Shen Qingqiu doesn't even get the chance to say no before a familiar warmth spreads through his body, and his eyes roll back into his head. His husband is pouring spiritual energy into his body from where they're connected, and when he feels another familiar sensation, he knows this is the day he dies.
He doesn't know when or how his husband figured out how to do it, but suddenly Luo Binghe's demon blood is not attacking him, and is instead quite literally stimulating him from the inside .
Shen Qingqiu lets out a wail, body jerking as pleasure assaults him from the inside out. He's trembling, tears falling down his cheeks as his moans turn into sobs. " Husband !" He shouts and Luo Binghe throbs inside him.
"Fuck, again!" Luo Binghe growls, the sound of skin slapping almost violently against skin almost drowning it out.
"Husband, Husband, Husband!" The Peak Lord yells through his sobs, each word echoed by a hard thrust.
"I'm going to come again, Shizun. I'm gonna fill you up again, until you're bursting." Luo Binghe's voice is rough with lust and his words are out of character for him, but god if it doesn't do things for Shen Qingqiu.
He sobs loudly, trembling as Luo Binghe thrusts in and out of him, feeling as though he's burning alive from all of the sensations. He's gonna come again, he can feel it building inside him, burning him to his core. There's drool and tears soaked into the blankets underneath him and his face is pressed uncomfortably against the wet material but he cannot find a single ounce of his usual self to care as he's pounded ruthlessly by his husband.
"Ah- Husband - I'm gonna-" He broke off into a half moan, half sob, back arching. He's babbling now, unable to even comprehend the words he's saying as Luo Binghe bends over him.
"Come for me, Shen Qingqiu."
Shen Qingqiu is suddenly coming harder than he has in his entire life, vision going white even as his spent cock only lets out weak spurts. He feels like he's passed out, but he comes around apparently shortly after as Luo Binghe is thrusting rapidly inside him.
"Husband..." He says softly and Luo Binghe stills immediately, moaning a "Husband!" in return as he comes again. Shen Qingqiu trembles as he feels more cum fill him, squeezing his eyes shut. He's fuller then before and it's more uncomfortable than not.
Luo Binghe pulls out with a wet noise and it makes him grimace, both from the sound and how sensitive he is. As soon as his disciple's hand leaves his waist, his legs give out and he drops flat on the bed. Soon enough, he feels cum start to gush out of him and he can't clench anything to delay it.
He's rolled onto his back by Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu groans at the movement, feeling his face twitch with pain. Quickly, his disciple has tears streaming down his face again, sniffling loudly.
"Shizun! Shizun! This-This disciple apologizes, he was too rough. Please forgive this disciple!" Luo Binghe cries, bowing on the bed beside him. His eyes are back to normal, not the vibrant red they were in their throes of passion. (Cue Shen Qingqiu vomiting internally at how cliche that sounds. Who is he, Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky?)
Shen Qingqiu tries to sit up, only to feel pain rocket up his spine and even more cum gush out of his poor, abused hole. He promptly lays back down, hands resting on his stomach. There's... No, no way. He peeks down, and sure enough, there's just the slightest bulge to his abdomen, and he feels like vomiting. He quickly removes his hands and looks back to his disciple.
Luo Binghe is still begging for forgiveness next to him so, despite his body's protest, he reaches out and smacks him over the head. "Quiet. Who told you to be so loud?" Shen Qingqiu says. His voice is hoarse from his yelling and crying, and he knows anyone he speaks to will be able to hear it. "Get a bath for us." He orders and Luo Binghe is up like a flash, dashing off the bed and off somewhere out of Shen Qingqiu's immediate vision.
He might feel like he's been ripped in half, but he's boneless in such a relaxing way, still in the afterglow of his intense but greatest orgasms yet.
But still, Shang Qinghua can [BLEEP][BLEEP][BLEEP] and [BLEEP][BLEEP] and die.
[System: Protagonist's Coolness Points 200!]
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