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When Shen Qingqiu returned home to the bamboo house that day, he found what appeared to be a stack of papers placed on the table. He stared at it for a moment, pausing in the doorway as curiosity overtook him, because he’d only just returned from a meeting with the other Peak Lords and was sure that he’d finished grading essays just a few days earlier. Surely he hadn’t forgotten about a new set he’d assigned?
Whatever it was, it could wait a moment. He closed the door behind him and walked into the kitchen, where Luo Binghe was currently cooking something for dinner. It smelled delicious, and Shen Qingqiu had an exhausting day full of meetings and lessons, which he figured earned him the right to crowd into Luo Binghe’s space for some physical comfort. He pressed his chest against Luo Binghe’s broad back and wrapped his arms around his husband’s waist, holding him tightly and breathing in his scent. Within his embrace, Luo Binghe beamed so much he might as well have a literal halo, and he looked over his shoulder to smile down at where Shen Qingqiu had mostly hidden his face between sharp shoulder blades.
“Welcome back, Shizun,” Luo Binghe greeted.
“Mn,” Shen Qingqiu hummed, closing his eyes and holding on even tighter. Within a moment, Luo Binghe had turned back to cooking, occasionally talking about something that crossed his mind and only shifting so that he could offer Shen Qingqiu a taste-test of what he was currently making. The vegetables and meat were cooked so perfectly in a tasty sauce that Shen Qingqiu groaned in happiness, falling just a little bit more against Luo Binghe’s body, until his dutiful disciple had to hold him up completely.
“Are you well, Shizun?”
“Now that I am back,” Shen Qingqiu mumbled into Luo Binghe’s shoulder blades. Judging by the happy laugh he received, he’d been heard just fine. “The meeting was more tiring than it should have been,” he admitted after a second.
“Then Shizun should rest,” Luo Binghe said, turning around in Shen Qingqiu’s hold and kissing the top of his head. “Look - on the table there’s a manuscript of some kind that was delivered today. Perhaps Shizun should read it?”
Shen Qingqiu frowned, his curiosity practically overflowing now. “Manuscript?” he asked, letting go of Luo Binghe to head towards the table. “I don’t remember any…”
He read the title staring back at him. He froze. His eyes narrowed.
The Release of Qiushan.
Whatever this was, it couldn’t be anything good. Shen Qingqiu had already been tricked into reading The Revenge of Chunshan and all of the spin-offs because Luo Binghe seemed to find some sort of enjoyment out of them, and there was no doubt in his mind that this had to be another! He wanted to curse the author for daring to create another narrative based off of them, one that was no doubt full of erotica and exaggerations. All of the novels were ridiculous, and each one only got more ridiculous than the last!
Oh, but there had to be a reason that Luo Binghe had delivered this… manuscript? Did that mean that this spin-off had yet to be properly published? D-did that mean that Luo Binghe knew who the author was?
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu found himself grumbling.
“Shizun?”
Luo Binghe was using his ‘I’m innocent, Shizun!’ voice, which meant that he most certainly was not innocent. Shen Qingqiu turned his head to glance at him, eyeing his husband’s figure through narrowed eyes. He wasn’t sure what to say, because any questions he might have were more than obvious to anyone that could see, and he was quite sure that Luo Binghe wouldn’t give any of them up. With a heavy sigh, he sat down at the table and reached for the first page of the manuscript, trying to prepare for what he was about to read, and what he’d inevitably be coerced into trying.
Seriously, Binghe, if you wanted to try something so badly all you had to do was ask! he thought.
But at the same time, Shen Qingqiu was infuriatingly curious about the text, so it was with a heavy heart that he began to read:
At first, when Shen Qingqiu had started to change and be different around Luo Binghe, he had figured that whatever he was feeling had to be just happiness and respect. Those things were entirely normal to think, thank you very much, but Luo Binghe realized it wasn’t the case as soon as they fought the skinner demon. After that, everything fell into place, and Luo Binghe just couldn’t stop thinking about his master no matter what he did. He’d ended up taking many trips to a cold pond during the day, but at night was when he allowed his mind to wander.
He imagined kissing Shen Qingqiu the most. He imagined what it would be like to be held closely, how his Shizun would touch him, how he would sound in the throws of ecstasy…Luo Binghe imagined what it would be like to have Shen Qingqiu underneath him, of course, and every facial expression Shen Qingqiu would make when there. But he’d always had a fantasy of what it would be like to be underneath the other man for a change, to hand over control to the one person in the world he was willing to give it to: his beloved wife, who he loved more than anything.
But handing over so much control was no easy task. If Luo Binghe preferred, he could simply pin down Shen Qingqiu with his blood parasites and take exactly what he wanted, but that was the very problem. That wasn’t what he wanted. The two of them had many a romp in unconventional ways, just about every which way that could be imagined, and Luo Binghe was…curious. Though he may protest at times, Shen Qingqiu always gave in to the pleasure consuming him one way or another, and Luo Binghe’s body thrummed with desire to feel the same thing.
How different would it be? What kind of lover would Shen Qingqiu be to him? Would he be gentle, like his days as a youth disciple welcomed into the bamboo house his master had, or would Shen Qingqiu take like the Empress he was without a thought for Luo Binghe’s own desires? It was impossible to pick which option Luo Binghe liked more. Being ravished sweetly by his dear Shizun, told he was doing well with every difficult pass and flinch of pain, but also made to take everything that his master decided to give him and then some…
Shen Qingqiu quickly stopped reading and looked up, staring at Luo Binghe’s back. This was completely different from the other stories that the author had made, which only helped to further prove his point that Luo Binghe must have commissioned this! He remembered from his previous life how much his sister had loved and ranted about the fanworks she’d encountered, complaining about some works that didn’t pertain to her desired dynamics. Surely this author was just the same, and wouldn’t write anything else unless they were getting paid to do it! There was no other reason to!
And this also had to be what Luo Binghe was interested in trying, though there must be something holding him back from asking outright. Sometimes he was able to ask Shen Qingqiu exactly what he wanted without so much as a hint of a blush, and other times he’d bring these books to the table, claiming his interest in attempting some of the positions or themes the stories had. Shen Qingqiu never would’ve guessed that Luo Binghe was interested in bottoming, even if he had offered their first-but-not- first time. He was a stallion protagonist, after all! Even if he was gay, would he be able to handle it?
Perhaps the manuscript could offer more information. Shen Qingqiu shuffled the papers, flipping ahead in the story to get to whenever the erotica began.
Instincts were warring in Luo Binghe’s mind as he laid back, but he did his best to control himself, no matter how much he wanted to lunge forward and pin Shen Qingqiu to the mattress. He longed to hear the man shout for him in ecstasy, wanted to hear every whimper and complaint as he pushed on until he pushed in, enveloped within the body of his beloved. But no, that wasn’t what he’d decided - this time it would be Shen Qingqiu pushing into him, and he would get to feel his wife in a whole new way.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu breathed, already sounding out of breath despite not truly starting yet. “You’re so tense.”
Was he? Luo Binghe hadn’t realized, but he did hold some tension in his shoulders. He made a conscious effort to relax, then reached out to gently push some of Shen Qingqiu’s hair behind his ear. “My wife must forgive me,” he whispered, “this one is making an effort.”
Shen Qingqiu caught that hand before it retreated, leaving a soft press of lips against Luo Binghe’s fingers. Such a small action shouldn’t make him buck up his hips, seeking friction while trying to hold back and go at Shen Qingqiu’s pace, but it did anyway. “If you are uncomfortable, let’s just do it as we always do,” Shen Qingqiu said, meant to be a reassurance.
After truly considering for a moment, Luo Binghe shook his head. “This one is simply used to maintaining control,” he admitted, voice barely louder than a whisper between them.
Shen Qingqiu smiled, though it looked a bit shy, and tipped forward to kiss Luo Binghe’s forehead. “Then…this wife will help his husband know he doesn’t have to control himself here.”
Urg, everything about this was just as OOC as it always had been. Shen Qingqiu just barely resisted gripping his hair in frustration, instead pouring it all into the way he gripped the papers. They crinkled in his fists, a sound that made Luo Binghe look over with concern in his eyes, but that Shen Qingqiu ignored in favor of fuming. First of all, his Binghe would never need to fight himself over maintaining control if he so wished. He was always the one that cried during sex, after all, whining and sniffling against Shen Qingqiu’s skin as he found release after release, until he was finally spent and Shen Qingqiu was pushed past his limits. In fact, Luo Binghe would likely be eager to be the receiving partner if Shen Qingqiu brought it up, even if it went against his stallion protagonist programming.
And, yeah, of course Shen Qingqiu had thought about what it would be like to be on the other end of the equation. He was a man, after all! In his previous life he’d watched porn occasionally, even if it hadn’t done much for him. He’d been a virgin and curious! He wanted to know just how it felt to use his dick the way it was meant to be used. He felt like he knew exactly what it would be like, probably not that much different from using his own hand, but he’d never truly know.
…well, he was pretty sure he would know soon if he could get past how irritating this manuscript was, but that was besides the point!
After reading a few more paragraphs that were full of strange metaphors and cries of passion that were overdramatic even with Luo Binghe in the equation, Shen Qingqiu threw down the papers and watched them scatter over the table as he huffed. Predictably, Luo Binghe turned around again and walked over right away. “Shizun?” he asked.
“It’s ridiculous!” Shen Qingqiu grumbled, fumbling around for where his fan was. He needed to have something to hide behind if he really was going to have this conversation with Luo Binghe, or else he might just die of embarrassment before they could even do anything. “Somehow the author has gotten even worse at writing about us. If they were inaccurate before, then they are even more so now!”
The words poured out without a second thought, and they made Luo Binghe flinch. Shen Qingqiu immediately caught onto the action, as minute as it was, and raised an eyebrow. But in response, Luo Binghe recovered enough to smile and reach to gather the papers. “En, Shizun is right,” he said, though his tone was off. “Forgive this disciple for even letting it come into the house.”
With haste, Shen Qingqiu snapped his fan closed and tapped it in a mockery of a hit against Luo Binghe’s hands. He wouldn’t have his husband falling into the realm of self-deprecation, especially when the topic was…this. Sensitive. Different. Vulnerable. “This master won’t,” he said, then sighed again. “Luo Binghe, you understand that you can tell your husband what you’d like, right?”
Very slowly, Luo Binghe nodded. “Yes.”
“And you understand that wasting money commissioning an author to write about your fantasies when you could have simply asked is - “
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe cried, falling closer and grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s hands, swatting away the fan so that he could tangle their fingers together. “I…this lowly disciple wasn’t sure how to bring it up. The last time I offered, you refused, so I thought that…”
“That what?” Shen Qingqiu pressed.
“...perhaps Shizun preferred it that way,” Luo Binghe mumbled. “That’s why this one brought the manuscript here - to know your thoughts before asking again.”
Ah. Well. Put that way, Shen Qingqiu certainly sounded selfish for some reason, which he resented. Bottoming wasn’t easy when the thing you were taking up your ass was the heavenly pillar, after all! Sure, things had gotten much better over time as they both learned together, but the heavenly pillar was still the heavenly pillar. Yes, okay, Shen Qingqiu liked it, but! But if Binghe had asked, he would never have refused. That time before had been an exception.
Gently, Shen Qingqiu took back one hand and hooked a finger under Luo Binghe’s chin, making him look up instead of hiding behind his bangs. “Mn,” he hummed, already feeling his cheeks burn. “If Luo Binghe asked, this - this husband would not be opposed to… switching.”
The moment the words registered, Luo Binghe’s eyes lit up and he smiled so brightly it was blinding. He leaped forward, pulling Shen Qingqiu into a tight hug, as though this was truly something to be so excited and grateful about. Automatically, Shen Qingqiu’s arms wrapped around Luo Binghe’s back and held tight, hiding his burning face in a sturdy shoulder.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe breathed into Shen Qingqiu’s ear, nuzzling their cheeks together before pressing a kiss to the ear he’d just whispered into. “Husband…”
Pressed as tightly together as they were, it was unmistakable just what was pressing against Shen Qingqiu’s abdomen. “Binghe,” he said, muffled into the shoulder his face was still pressed against. “Now?!”
“Please?” Luo Binghe asked, giving another kiss to the exact same spot.
Shen Qingqiu was a weak, weak man.
In a matter of minutes, they’d gone from hugging tightly to kissing, hands roaming until Luo Binghe reached behind Shen Qingqiu’s legs and lifted him up, carrying him towards their bed in the bamboo house. They kept kissing the entire way, and it definitely shouldn’t be so hot that Luo Binghe could walk and carry him at the same time without faltering once, but it didn’t take much more than that for Shen Qingqiu to get completely hard himself. His cock was straining against his robes, unable to get even a bit of friction with so much material in the way, so the moment he was sat down on the mattress he began to tug at them before they could be ripped from his body.
After setting him down, Luo Binghe followed him onto the bed, stretching out on his side and seemingly content to watch Shen Qingqiu strip. He didn’t move to take anything off his own body, which Shen Qingqiu huffed at once he was down to his inner robes, reaching forward to tug at the belt around Luo Binghe’s waist. “Off,” he commanded, fumbling blindly as he kissed Luo Binghe’s lips, getting lost enough in the feeling that pulling apart ties became nearly impossible.
And strangely, Luo Binghe let him do it. He didn’t raise a hand himself, and once he’d been effectively stripped, he laid on his back and stared up at Shen Qingqiu, who had followed Luo Binghe down and straddled his hips on instinct. He stared down, admiring the sight of flushed cheeks and such wide, adoration filled eyes for just a moment before he had to look away, clearing his throat and shifting until he could slide between Luo Binghe’s thighs instead. There, he had an even better view of his husband’s sculpted body and his cock, big and hard and leaking against his abdomen.
It was a mouth-watering sight. Shen Qingqiu felt a bit lost for words, and maybe a bit lost in general. Okay, so he knew the general mechanics of this all, and that was preparing Luo Binghe before anything, but…Shen Qingqiu had hardly played with his own ass even after the two of them had tied the knot. He knew everything in theory, but in practice he was out of his depth. How was he supposed to do this?!
“Husband,” Luo Binghe called, bringing Shen Qingqiu’s attention back to his face. Luo Binghe reached down with both of his hands, cupping Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks and smiling. “I trust you.”
… Oh. Okay.
Shen Qingqiu let out a noise that sounded too much like a squeak to his own ears. He couldn’t even duck his head to hide the blush that had overtaken his entire body, thanks to the hold that Luo Binghe had on him! The only way he could hide was to push up and kiss his husband breathless, taking in quick breaths against soft lips and gasping at every bite to his bottom lip, shivering at the feeling. “Promise me you’ll stop me if it hurts,” he said after they managed to pull away for a moment.
“I promise, Husband, I promise,” Luo Binghe said back immediately. He then pulled Shen Qingqiu back into an all-consuming kiss, practically swallowing down every worry that was swimming in Shen Qingqiu’s gut until they were tempered to a low simmer. He was still nervous, yes, but no longer as fearful as he had been a moment before. Just as Luo Binghe trusted him, Shen Qingqiu trusted his husband to be honest when the time came.
“Alright,” Shen Qingqiu muttered, mostly to himself, as he pulled back. He couldn’t help but run his hands down Luo Binghe’s body as he went, feeling up a full chest and hard abs, the ‘V’ of his hips and the softness of his thighs. As he drew away teasingly, Luo Binghe’s cock twitched just enough to be noticeable, and Shen Qingqiu bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from smirking at the sight. This wasn’t the first time he was in this position above Luo Binghe in bed, but there was a certain rush of power that he felt like this, prompting him to be more bold and brazen with every reaction he could pull.
One day, Shen Qingqiu thought it would be nice for him to see just how long Luo Binghe could stand being teased until he broke completely. He ducked his head down a bit to hide the blush high on his cheeks as he thought about it, sure that Luo Binghe wouldn’t mind at all, the masochist that he was. But right now he resolved not to go too hard, though he figured he was owed a bit of payback after everything Luo Binghe had put him through just to get them in this position.
Slowly and with care, Shen Qingqiu felt around Luo Binghe’s thighs and drew them up, spreading them further so that he could kneel comfortably in between. After that, he leaned forward for a kiss, swallowing down the light gasp that Luo Binghe let out against his lips. He then slid his hands down the insides of Luo Binghe’s thighs, trailing his fingers closer and closer towards Luo Binghe’s groin, but stopping just in the dip of his hips. Beneath his hands, Shen Qingqiu could feel the way that Luo Binghe was starting to tremble, not terribly, but just enough for him to notice. It made him smile a bit cruelly against the lips his were still so close to, brushing them together before quickly pulling away. Luo Binghe whimpered when he pulled back completely, looking down at just where his hands were.
It took more control than it should have for Shen Qingqiu to not dive down and do exactly what he wanted right away. For a second he dug his fingertips into the thighs he was still holding, creating red lines where his nails lightly dug into skin. Luo Binghe tipped his head back and let out another whimper, but Shen Qingqiu didn’t like that he looked away. And, alright, that was a bit hypocritical of him to think as he reached up to tug Luo Binghe’s gaze back towards him by his chin.
“Look at me, Binghe,” he encouraged, voice rougher than it had been a minute before. “Don’t look away, or I’ll stop. Understand?”
Luo Binghe let out a moan. The sound sent shivers down Shen Qingqiu’s spine and his hips bucked forward on instinct, pressing their cocks together for just a second before he managed to pull himself away while gritting his teeth. No, that wasn’t the plan, no matter how nice it would feel to rut against one another until they each found their release. Shen Qingqiu was no stranger to how it would feel to be overstimulated if he was penetrated so soon after coming, and he supposed by now he couldn’t deny that he liked it, but he didn’t know if Luo Binghe would.
He deserved a good first time.
Shen Qingqiu would give him the best first time.
Once regaining his composure, Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat and dug his nails into the thighs he was holding once again, prompting Luo Binghe to let out a quiet cry. “Understand, Binghe?” he repeated.
“Yes, yes, yes, Shizun - !” Luo Binghe babbled, struggling just a bit in Shen Qingqiu’s grip, though it didn’t feel like he was trying to get away. He was trying to plant his feet into the mattress so that he could buck his hips, and reached down with his own hands to grab Shen Qingqiu’s waist, keeping him in place, as if he couldn’t help himself.
“Easy,” Shen Qingqiu whispered against Luo Binghe’s cheek, leaning in to give him a couple of kisses across his cheek, trailing them up to the corner of his eye. “Let your husband take care of you.”
After a moment, the struggling ceased, and Luo Binghe relaxed with a heavy breath. Shen Qingqiu whispered praise into his skin and left more kisses on Luo Binghe’s face until he heard a content hum of happiness from below, and only then did he slide away. He first slid down Luo Binghe’s body, trailing more kisses as he went, but avoided Luo Binghe’s cock altogether. Given the whine he heard when he turned to fetch the jar of oil they now kept stocked near the bed at all times, Luo Binghe wasn’t happy about it, but the sound he’d made only made Shen Qingqiu want to torture him further. See just how long he could last until he physically needed to be touched, and how far he could even be pushed past that.
Hm. Maybe something like that he could do tonight.
The cap to the jar was unscrewed and tossed among the blankets, and Shen Qingqiu dipped his fingers into the cool oil, though he was sure he didn’t quite manage to hide his distaste at the feeling. He always preferred that Luo Binghe did this part, and thankfully his husband was always more than enthusiastic to work him open in every way possible without Shen Qingqiu having to so much as lift a finger. He’d curiously touched the oil himself before, and knew what it felt like against his skin and spilling messily over the bedsheets, but the prospect of being the one to work open his partner for a change didn’t make him hate the feeling any less.
His fingers were noticeably shiny and wet, a sight that Luo Binghe stared at before Shen Qingqiu lowered his fingers, but not towards his hole. No, he reached to circle his fingers around Luo Binghe’s abs, right where his hard dick was straining, but not quite touching it. Yet. He traced the oil around that ridiculously large cock and paused in some spots, debating with a tilt of his head as to if he should touch now or later, but always decided on the latter. The hands that were still gripping his waist tightened enough that Shen Qingqiu made to bat them away, but Luo Binghe would just grab him somewhere else, like he was a lifeline.
“Husband…” Luo Binghe breathed hotly, his eyes flashing and his body shaking with every pass of fingers so close to where he needed it but not there.
“Mn?” Shen Qingqiu hummed, feeling his lips pull into a smug grin the longer he drew the play out. He was honestly proud of how much Luo Binghe was holding himself back, not even needing a command for him to know to keep completely still.
“Husband - please - “ Luo Binghe choked out, legs starting to tremble on either side of Shen Qingqiu’s hips.
“Please what, Binghe?” Shen Qingqiu asked.
After drawing in a shaky breath, Luo Binghe said, “Please touch me, Shizun, this - this lowly disciple has wanted - has waited - “ A tiny sob was released from Luo Binghe’s throat, and he squeezed his eyes closed. “I - Shizun, I want to feel you, so please - “
The needy whines and words were getting to Shen Qingqiu’s head. He stopped playing around, and allowed Luo Binghe the momentary relief when he circled his hand around his cock, very slowly and lightly stroking the length. “There,” he said, a pleased note to his voice. “You’re so good, Binghe. You’re doing so well for your husband, let this one take care of you, now.”
The tension in Luo Binghe’s body seemed to vanish, and he sighed, blinking his eyes a few times as if he had trouble keeping them open. Shen Qingqiu smiled down at him and pressed a soft kiss over each of those eyelids, then pulled back once again to slick his fingers with the oil once more. He kept stroking Luo Binghe’s dick in his other hand while he reached down with newly-slicked fingers, pressing them against the hole between Luo Binghe’s cheeks. He heard the gasp let out into the air the moment he did, and felt just how tight that hole had to be before it was even penetrated at all. With care, Shen Qingqiu spread as much of the oil as he had around Luo Binghe’s hole, knowing that more was better when taking the heavenly pillar.
“Relax, Binghe,” he encouraged, gathering more oil on his fingers once Luo Binghe’s hole had been circled enough. “It will feel strange at first, but - “
“I know,” Luo Binghe said, smiling smugly up at Shen Qingqiu. “I - forgive this one, Shizun, but - I’ve longed to feel you for a very long time.”
It took a moment for the words to register in Shen Qingqiu’s mind. When they did, he felt his face heat up past a burn, and it took all of the careful self control he’d built over the years to keep his jaw from dropping. “Luo Binghe!” he hissed, tightening his grip on the dick in his hand to the point that Luo Binghe hissed. “You - ! Don’t tell me that - here - “
Luo Binghe’s eyes promptly filled with tears. “Forgive this one,” he pleaded.
The tears always worked to get his way, and Luo Binghe knew that. Shen Qingqiu grumbled a noise under his breath and looked away from those eyes to where his fingers were still pressed against Luo Binghe’s hole, and he let the tip of one finger begin to push in. Despite what Luo Binghe may claim, it was obvious that he hadn’t touched himself here for quite some time, given how tight it felt. Shen Qingqiu pushed more and more of his finger inside, marveling at the sheer heat he felt and the way that Luo Binghe’s insides were already molding around his finger, pressed not exactly tightly - at least not yet - but more than enough to feel. Once that finger was pressed completely in, Shen Qingqiu dared to look up again, taking in the blissed out look on Luo Binghe’s face and the few tears that had fallen down his cheeks.
“Good?” Shen Qingqiu whispered, nuzzling and kitten-licking at the teartracks.
“Yes, yes,” Luo Binghe replied. “Please move, Shizun. However you want me, you can do whatever you’d like to this husband, he is more than happy to - “
With both hands occupied, the only way to shut Luo Binghe up was with his mouth, so Shen Qingqiu did just that. He pulled Luo Binghe into a deep kiss that left him feeling breathless and began to move that one finger further inside, until it was deep to the knuckle. Luo Binghe groaned against his lips, biting more aggressively than earlier, and his own grip on Shen Qingqiu’s side and arm tightened. Trying to be careful, Shen Qingqiu set a slow pace at first with that one finger, pushing it in and out at his own leisure, even as Luo Binghe started to cant his hips downwards and back, following the finger inside him and the hand around his cock. Maintaining a sensible rhythm was harder than Shen Qingqiu thought it would be, but with Luo Binghe’s help, he was pretty sure he was getting the hang of it.
After another moment, he pulled his first finger back until only the tip remained inside, and then gently began to add another. The stretch was evident, and the space that Shen Qingqiu had been touching abruptly felt tighter than before, which he was sure to be mindful of as he pushed the second finger completely inside. Luo Binghe was panting below him, he kept closing his eyes before quickly blinking them back open, always catching on Shen Qingqiu’s face and trying to hold his gaze. Another small tear leaked out of the corner of his eye, falling back into his wild curls that had fallen out of his ponytail against the mattress.
“Good,” Shen Qingqiu praised, pausing for a second and dipping down. He properly found his balance on his knees before gripping Luo Binghe’s cock more firmly, dragging his lips against the sensitive underside until they reached the tip, messy with precome and oil. “Good boy,” he added.
Luo Binghe threw his head back, cried out, and came abruptly. He practically exploded onto Shen Qingqiu’s face, and he quickly pulled back before anything could get into his eyes, but was too shocked to do anything else. His two fingers were still buried in Luo Binghe’s hole, which he had felt tighten and seemed to now pulse around them both in a way that should’ve felt strange but only made Shen Qingqiu want to moan himself. He could feel a bit of Luo Binghe’s come on his cheek and lips, which he licked off on instinct, swallowing it before he truly realized what he’d done.
It took a moment for Luo Binghe to come back to himself, slowing his breath and looking just a little bit embarrassed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes darted all around before settling on Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, giving enough eye contact to make Shen Qingqiu shift awkwardly. He tried not to jostle around too much, because he was still in a bit of a compromising position, here!
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe breathed, releasing the grip on Shen Qingqiu’s forearm to reach up and push a strand of hair behind his ear.
Though he hadn’t been the one to come so quickly - and after being called a good boy, of all things! - Shen Qingqiu still felt like hiding, even if there was nowhere to go. Here he couldn’t even turn over and hide his face in the mattress or push Luo Binghe to look somewhere else, because he knew all too well that when laying down like that…there really wasn’t anywhere else to look. Shen Qingqiu felt far too seen for his liking, enough that he decided to move his fingers again, just to get Luo Binghe’s eyes to flutter closed at the feeling. Of course he didn’t wince or hiss in oversensitivity at all - completely unfair.
“Is that what you want to be?” Shen Qingqiu mumbled, half out of curiosity and half to cover up the echo of his own heartbeat in his ear. “My good boy?”
Quickly, Luo Binghe nodded. “Yes, yes, please, Shizun!”
Oh. Perhaps that was doing something for Shen Qingqiu as well, because he felt hazy in the head with his own arousal, wanting to push his hips forward and take his own pleasure that he’d been denying himself thus far. But he resisted, though just barely, and crooked his fingers through Luo Binghe’s passage in search of that spot that he knew had to be there. “Because you are,” he said once he got his bearings back, smiling down at the desperate look in Luo Binghe’s eyes as he was suddenly worked up towards another peak. “Binghe is very good, isn’t he?”
“Mn - uh-huh - “ Luo Binghe grunted out, nodding his head rapidly. His hips began to buck at a faster pace, and after just another moment, Shen Qingqiu felt his fingers hit the spot he had been searching for. The sound that Luo Binghe released was far too loud, practically a scream, but Shen Qingqiu didn’t care. He needed to hear it again, so he pressed against that spot again and again, until tears pooled in the corners of Luo Binghe’s eyes once more.
“So very good,” Shen Qingqiu repeated. He pulled his fingers almost completely out, then added a third, though he frowned at the amount of oil left to help smooth the way. It didn’t seem like Luo Binghe minded, in fact he seemed to mind more that Shen Qingqiu pulled back for his own comfort, but he was easily shushed with a kiss to his nose and some reassuring words. “Easy, be good and lay still, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu said, lining his fingers up again.
He stayed so perfectly still that he might as well have been a statue. Shen Qingqiu sunk three fingers inside and spread them just a bit, testing the give of the walls around them, and it made Luo Binghe cry out in that same tone that had been too loud before. It almost looked like his dick physically throbbed at the feeling too, almost worrying Shen Qingqiu that he was sending Luo Binghe straight into another orgasm so soon, the oversensitivity too much to take. He did his best to avoid that sweet spot inside for a moment, giving Luo Binghe a breather and patting along his hip gently to soothe him a little more.
“That’s it,” Shen Qingqiu whispered. “Alright, you can move now. But be gentle.”
The movements didn’t look like they felt gentle, but they were much less frantic than they had been. Luo Binghe was bucking his hips almost wildly, taking in deep breaths and shaking, grip turning almost punishing against Shen Qingqiu’s skin the longer he was prepared. It didn’t take him long to start begging, quietly crying for his husband to get inside instead, how he was ready and needed him and wanted so badly…
“Husband,” Luo Binghe called, “please, I’m ready, I promise! Please, please - “
Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes closed and gritted his teeth. He was not a strong man, because it only took a few more words for him to pull his fingers away, drawing them gently from the prepared hole. Luo Binghe certainly felt ready, and Shen Qingqiu was relying on his husband to tell him if there was ever something wrong as they moved forward, so…all he could do was trust Luo Binghe’s judgment.
But before he did anything else, Shen Qingqiu reached up to cup Luo Binghe’s face with the hand not covered in oil, stroking his thumb along one cheekbone. “Don’t push yourself for my sake,” he warned.
“I won’t,” Luo Binghe breathed back. “I won’t, I won’t, Shizun. I’m really ready.”
“As you say,” Shen Qingqiu muttered.
As he reached for the jar of oil again, he suddenly realized that… holy fuck, he was going to lose his virginity once again. He was going to fuck Luo Binghe with his dick, he was going to be inside Luo Binghe and he was going to - he could not come in an instant, he couldn’t! This was all for Luo Binghe’s pleasure and comfort, this was something that he wanted and brought up, after all. Already Shen Qingqiu had seen just how emotional he’d gotten over having fingers inside of him, so this…it was going to be a mess.
A little more quickly than he probably should have, Shen Qingqiu spread the oil over his untouched dick, shivering at the feeling. He was tempted to keep touching himself but knew that something far better was in store if he could just get a move on with it! He slid back between Luo Binghe’s legs, then paused and reached for a stray pillow, tucking it underneath the small of Luo Binghe’s back to help prop him up a bit more. “Comfortable?” Shen Qingqiu somehow thought to ask.
“Mn,” Luo Binghe hummed, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. “But I’ll feel much better once Shizun is inside.”
…This boy!
See how smug he is once Shen Qingqiu starts to fuck him! The outrage in Shen Qingqiu’s bones helped to motivate him and he gripped those hips tightly with one hand, using the other to line himself up and push at Luo Binghe’s hole. After that he began to actually push inside, and he ducked his head down so that Luo Binghe wouldn’t be able to see any expression on his face as he did. But - holy fuck, it was just the tip of his dick that had made it in, and already it felt like so much more than anything he could’ve imagined. Whatever Shen Qingqiu thought it felt like, yes it was that but also so much better.
It was so much.
Below him, a sniff caught Shen Qingqiu’s attention immediately. He looked down to see that Luo Binghe was crying again, but they were so obviously happy tears that he relaxed right away. Fondly shaking his head, Shen Qingqiu stopped moving no matter how difficult it felt to so that he could cup both of Luo Binghe’s cheeks with shaky hands and wipe away a few stray tears he could catch. “Binghe…” he huffed happily.
“Shizun, I love you,” Luo Binghe whispered against his palm, kissing it despite the amount of tears that had pooled there.
“Silly boy…” Shen Qingqiu was too nervous to lean down to kiss Luo Binghe properly in this position, so he let go in order to properly find the right angle to push in again, keeping a close eye on Luo Binghe’s face this time. It was a good choice, because he was able to see everything as Luo Binghe was penetrated for the first time by him, and he wore his heart so completely on his sleeve like this there was nothing that could possibly be mistaken for anything else.
Love. Love. Love. So much love it was overwhelming.
Finally, Shen Qingqiu had pushed completely inside, and he breathed heavily at the feeling. He could feel Luo Binghe completely around him, tighter than he had felt against his fingers, and properly lubed enough to create the best kind of friction. Though he certainly needed the moment to catch his breath, all Shen Qingqiu really wanted to do was thrust in again and again and take the pleasure he’d been denying himself this whole time, and was having a hard time maintaining control of himself so that he didn’t rush ahead. His thighs and arms shook just a bit where he was propping himself up over Luo Binghe’s body, and he hung his head as he breathed, until he was able to come back to himself properly. No - he was going to wait until his husband gave him the okay. Like this, he felt confident enough to kiss Luo Binghe’s lips, unable to be embarrassed that both of them hardly did more than breathe into each other’s mouths.
“Binghe,” he whispered when he found the strength to pull back, tucking a stray curl behind Luo Binghe’s ear. “I - I love you, very much.”
Immediately, Luo Binghe smiled so brightly it was blinding. He moved his arms to wrap around Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders and held on, using that hold to bring them close and touch their foreheads together. “Mm,” he hummed. “Husband, please?”
“Ah…” Shen Qingqiu glanced down at where their bodies merged, then found the strength to move the way he wanted to, thrusting experimentally once. Luo Binghe moaned straight into his ear and gripped tightly everywhere, his passage tightening around Shen Qingqiu’s cock so much he nearly went boneless at the feeling.
His previous hopes of lasting long were seeming further and further away by the second.
After taking a breath, Shen Qingqiu pulled back again and thrust, trying to find the right angle to hit the spot he knew would bring Luo Binghe the most pleasure. It was more difficult than he thought it would be, but Luo Binghe didn’t seem to mind as he tried again and again, and then finally rewarded Shen Qingqiu with a delicious cry of pleasure once he had found the right angle. His cock bobbed with every thrust against his abdomen, already sticky with his own come. The sight was intoxicating.
“Good boy,” Shen Qingqiu found himself muttering as he thrusted faster and faster, chasing his mounting orgasm with fervor. A part of him felt almost drunk, his mind hazy and hardly able to focus on anything other than the sensations around him and the man beneath him. He kept staring at the expressions Luo Binghe made, kept trying to make sense out of the incoherent babbling he was letting out, only an occasional word making sense. But once Luo Binghe heard that praise again, he stiffened and came once more, adding to the mess on his stomach.
Holy shit, Shen Qingqiu thought. He was unprepared for the way that Luo Binghe would clench like he had the first time, and let out a sharp cry he couldn’t cover up as he came himself. In the back of his mind he knew he’d mourn about how fast he had been, but right now as he chased the afterglow he could hardly care. He thrust a few more times as he slowly came down, and also reached to help stroke Luo Binghe through his orgasm as well, holding him closely as he regained his breath.
Once he felt relatively back in his own body, Shen Qingqiu blinked and stared at Luo Binghe’s face, eyeing the blissed-out look he found there with slight exasperation. “Binghe?” he called, relieved when Luo Binghe let out a quiet noise of confirmation. He kissed Luo Binghe’s forehead once, then couldn’t help but press another kiss over the demon mark there. “Shh, rest and let your husband care for you.”
When he pulled out, he couldn’t help but hiss just a bit, and noticed the unhappy wince Luo Binghe made as well. Immediately after Shen Qingqiu had pulled away, he could do nothing but watch as his own spend began to drip past Luo Binghe’s rim, falling between his thighs and cheeks and onto the bed sheets. He made a face at the sight, trapped between the erotic image of seeing his own come spill from his husband’s hole and knowing that cleaning everything was going to be difficult. But he persisted, quickly finding a rag to clean up both himself and Luo Binghe before cuddling close, pulling his husband into his arms and letting out a sigh. He stroked his fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair, tugging away the half-fallen ponytail and pressing kisses to the curls as he did so.
Eventually, Luo Binghe lifted his head and smiled up dopily. “Husband,” he said sweetly.
“Mn,” Shen Qingqiu hummed, kissing Luo Binghe’s lips this time. “How do you feel?”
“Perfect,” Luo Binghe replied, stretching out further until his bulk covered Shen Qingqiu entirely. He pushed so that this time Shen Qingqiu was laying on his back with Luo Binghe on top of him, cuddled closely and held safely. “Thank you for indulging this one.”
With a scoff, Shen Qingqiu flicked one ear. “This husband was hardly indulging,” he admitted, averting his eyes. “I - I’ve wanted to do that for - as well.”
Luo Binghe blinked, then hugged Shen Qingqiu so tightly he felt he might break. “Shizun,” he whined, rutting forward to reveal that he - he was hard again! The stamina of the protagonist truly was both a blessing and a curse. Right now, Shen Qingqiu wanted to curse himself as he stared up at the ceiling.
“Calm down,” he tried to order, offering a placating headpat. “This master needs a moment - “
“Shizun needn’t worry,” Luo Binghe breathed, kissing him over and over again, trailing those kisses down the column of his neck. “This disciple will take care of him, too.”
There was never any doubt about that, but Shen Qingqiu almost wanted to cry at the prospect of going again so quickly. He’d truly awakened a monster through allowing this, hadn’t he?