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Binghe watched in fascination as the dream A-Yuan tried to squirm away, only to be pulled back down to the hilt. Those elegant, thin fingers flexed at the edge of the table he was being fucked over, holding on for dear life. Then the dream him spanked their Shizun while he relentlessly fucked into him, murmuring something along the lines of “A-Yuan knows better than that.” The way his beloved’s body jerked, the sweet little mewling sounds he made, the way he ‘obediently’ gave into Binghe – it all burned itself into his mind.
He wanted to try this.
He did not expect the reaction he got when he did. Everything had been going so well, A-Yuan was losing himself in pleasure, arching his back to meet Binghe, moaning so prettily. Then Binghe brought his hand down, barely having a moment to enjoy the way his ass jiggled before the body beneath him went rigid.
“What do you think you’re doing?!” The sharp tone had Binghe frozen for a couple beats before backing off. But… but he had seen this in the dream! A-Yuan wanted to do this! The older man looked flustered when he turned over to face Binghe, eyes wide and wild, face brightly flushed… he was still hard. He hadn’t gone down at all… so he did like it?
Shen Yuan watched the confusion flicker across Binghe’s face. Oh, a little needle of guilt pressed into him. It wasn’t that Binghe had done anything wrong exactly… Now he looked like a scolded puppy. “Things like that need to be discussed before starting.” He sighed. Fuck, he had never thought he would have to give any sort of kink safety education! He didn’t have any experience with this stuff! What has he supposed to say?! “There has to be rules and most importantly a word in place.”
“A word?” Binghe cocked his head, leaning forward eagerly to learn more. The fact that A-Yuan was taking time to explain things meant they could try again in the future. Maybe even the future as early as later tonight!
So Shen Yuan – as efficiently as he could – explained safe words, hard and soft limits, after care, and rules and triggers for certain things. He hadn’t done anything to trigger a punishment like spanking! His explanations were fumbling and nervous but Binghe had always been sharp, it seemed he was understanding everything.
“What do you want your magic word to be?” The question was asked as soon as there was a pause in the explanation. Shen Yuan decided on ‘cease’: simple, easy to say and remember, unlikely to be said in the normal course of things.
Binghe snuggled him close, murmuring apologizes into his hair for startling him with the spanking. Asking if it was okay to try again some time, and if so, what ‘situation’ was it okay to start? Snuggled up on their bed in the quiet darkness, they whispered back and forth.
The next interesting dream Binghe ‘fell’ into took place in a strange location. The room he found himself in was covered in tiles. It was steamy – a bath? – which gave him a little idea. The objects that the dream thems were using – he filed those away in his memory for later – were nowhere near as interesting as this A-Yuan.
Was this his original body?
The eyes and brows were the same, the nose a little shorter, the chin softer. His hair was short and shaggy, though the same inky black. The body itself was smaller in every way: shorter, narrower, nowhere near the muscle definition. Even after years of being Shen Qingqiu, he still saw himself as this? Did he feel uncomfortable in his current skin? Perhaps Binghe should heap compliments upon him, make him feel good in his current form…
He left the dream more focused on that than what they had been doing. It didn’t escape him, however, the way A-Yuan moaned at the use of accessories. The idea the bath had given him could be combined with his worries – until both were ready to be taken care of, he would focus on A-Yuan’s pleasure.
It was a few days later when Binghe pulled A-Yuan from his work to snuggle up on the divan, his Baobei offering weak protests to the interruption.
Shen Yuan leaned back into that broad chest, pouting at himself for his weakness. He could at the very least make Binghe work for it more! Those skillful hands pet over his chest, pausing to toy with his nipples. “Your Binghe wondered if A-Yuan might be willing to try something new?”
Binghe waited for a hum of acknowledgement before continuing. “I thought perhaps we could acquire some… accessories to further your pleasure…”
A-Yuan jolted slightly, turning to glare at the demon. “You are not piercing my nipples.”
“No, no, nothing permanent!” Though the vision that brought to mind was very enticing, “I meant like… I don’t know what to call them other than accessories.” He hadn’t heard what these things were called in that dream. “Like a gag… or maybe something to go inside,” he slid a hand down to press against his belly, “Since A-Yuan likes being full.”
“A plug…” A-Yuan murmured, mostly to himself, flushing bright as he stared at the hand pressed against him. A gag, a plug… he liked when Binghe played with his nipples, maybe clamps… Could they make clamps in this time period?
Binghe watched the gears turning in his head, remaining silent so as not to pressure him. “We could try one ,” A-Yuan finally squeaked out shyly.
Victory!
Once again, a few more days passed before Binghe was ready to present his gift. A-Yuan was sitting at his desk reading when Binghe slid up behind him, pressing a kiss to his crown. “I have something for A-Yuan,” He cooed, presenting a necklace. His Baobei swept his hair out of the way to accept it, looking bemused. It was a 3 inch bar of jade, the same size around as a calligraphy brush, held horizontally on its gold chain.
“A-Yuan can wear it like this or sometimes…” Binghe pressed the jade between his beloved’s teeth, fastening the chain snug around his head. A-Yuan froze, eyes going wide, “Sometimes we can have it like this.” Binghe purred into his ear.
Long lashes fluttered against porcelain cheeks, but the immortal master didn’t try to remove it or resist. “What is your word?” A-Yuan said cease around the gag – it was a little slurred but Binghe could still understand it. “Good, A-Yuan.” He cooed, releasing the gag and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll make dinner now, we can try more after.”
He set his Qiankun pouch down. “There are other things for A-Yuan, whenever he is ready for them.” And with that, he left A-Yuan to do as he pleased, let his mind wander to tonight. Later, when he glanced into the living room from the kitchen, A-Yuan was still at his desk, absentmindedly caressing the jade bar of his necklace. The Qiankun pouch was open.
A-Yuan learned a few things about himself with the gag necklace as well.
He wore it everyday, ready for Binghe to use it at the drop of a hat… eager for Binghe to use it. Even when Binghe was away taking care of things in the demon realm he wore it, absently playing with it while he worked. It was rapidly replacing his fan as his favorite fidget. In the quiet alone of the Bamboo House he would even put it into place.
Did he have an oral fixation?
It was one such day when Binghe was away and he had gathered with his sect siblings for tea after a meeting, one hand was lightly fanning himself while the other toyed with his pendant.
“Shen-Shixiong, what a lovely piece.” Qi Qingqi smiled at him, asking without asking where she might find such a piece.
Shen Yuan froze a moment, thoughts racing. He felt like he had been caught with a hand in the cookie jar. But they didn’t know… They didn’t know it was a gag; didn’t know how he loved it between his teeth, pressing down his tongue; didn’t know what he looked like as he drooled around it; didn’t know how it was his favorite of many toys; didn’t know he asked for it; didn’t know how he loved when Binghe snuck up on him to put it in place sometimes… didn’t know how he instantly submitted.
His heart was racing, he could feel heat creeping up the back of his neck. This wonderful treasure of sexual pleasure was right in front of them and they had no idea! Heat was pooling down below…
Was… was he at some level an exabitionist?!
He had a brief vision of Liu Qingge – he never knocked after all – bursting into the Bamboo House. Seeing him disheveled, gagged, moaning around his gag for Binghe to stop teasing and get on with it.
He shifted in his seat.
“Thank you! Luo Binghe got it for me!” No one commented on him speaking a little too loud, his voice sounding a little funny, or the sparkle in his eye.
After they started with the toys, it was a while before he found himself in a sex dream. Both because he wasn’t bothering to look for any, and his A-Yuan didn’t seem to be having any; then, suddenly, he found himself in a rather interesting one.
Binghe was fairly certain he knew what had triggered this. That very evening, A-Yuan had been very ‘resistant’; struggling against everything Binghe did with a sparkle in his eyes. So Binghe gave him what he wanted, pinning him across his lap to be spanked.
The dream was a little more intense than reality had been. Where he had called A-Yuan naughty while spanking him, the dream Binghe was calling him insubordinate, disobedient . “I know I’ve trained you better than this.”
Trained?
A-Yuan’s subconscious seemed to like that, based on how he moaned. The spanking paused as dream Binghe shoved two fingers harshly into him. “What are you?”
A-Yuan groaned, drool slipping down his chin around his gag. With slurred speech he answered, “Binghe’s hole.”
The real Binghe felt heat pooling low in his gut as the dream version smiled in satisfaction. Did A-Yuan really like that so much? Did he really want to be so… used? To be a sex toy for Binghe? He had seen smaller sex dreams of A-Yuan all dressed up as his concubine, shoved up against a wall or bent over a desk as Binghe pleased. He knew he was into that , but to be controlled so fully?!
The dream Binghe’s free hand pet soothingly up and down his back. “That’s right, and what did you do wrong?”
He got soft mewling sounds in answer as A-Yuan tried to speak around his gag, “C-cum…ming without permis…sion.”
Fuck! He wanted to wake them both up right now and do this but… they had already hit A-Yuan’s limit for one day. Tomorrow, as long as Baobei wasn’t too sore, tomorrow.
For now, however, Binghe would remain in the dream to… research.
The next morning as they sat quietly eating their breakfast all Luo Binghe could think of was how he wanted to recreate that dream. How he wanted to bend his beloved over their table and fuck him, to tell him he wasn’t allowed to cum until Binghe said so. He knew from the first experience with spanking that he couldn’t just spring it on him.
“A-Yuan was very… disobedient last night.” He made sure to use the same words as the dream him to see the real reaction. The older man’s chopsticks froze in midair. “Perhaps I need to impose more rules so you know what is expected of you.” Binghe watched him carefully in the following heavy silence.
A-Yuan thought over the implications of this for some time, considering what rules Binghe might implement, if there would be any new punishments… “What did Binghe have in mind?” His voice was a little breathy, causing Binghe to smirk. So he was very interested in the idea.
Binghe gathered his self control, not allowing everything to come tumbling out over each other. “Since Baobei needs to learn self control perhaps he shouldn’t be allowed to touch himself anymore.”
Shen Yuan felt like that was perfectly doable; it wasn’t like he did that all that often anyway.
“Also sometimes , he will not be allowed to cum without permission.” Binghe thought back on other dreams he had seen. “Your punishments will be more severe as well. Spankings will be harder, you will be required to count, and different offenses will be different amounts.”
Shen Yuan’s heart was racing, he felt hot all over. This wasn’t too excessive but it certainly felt like Binghe was cracking down on him… He loved it. Gods, he was a slut! Binghe could throat fuck him and his eyes would be rolling back in pleasure.
“There is a tool I will be picking up, if you cum before you are told it will be used.”
The immortal master’s mind whirled, trying to think of what it might be, “What tool?” He tried to give Binghe a stern look, he was sure it would have no effect. How could it when Binghe knew he could reduce him to a needy hole, eager to be used, with a few well placed caresses?!
Binghe gave him a smirk from across the table and stood to come over to him. Shen Yuan quickly set down his chopsticks and pushed away from the table, giving Binghe more room to do as he pleased. Binghe braced one hand on the back of his chair and he loomed over him, nuzzling at his jaw.
“I thought maybe A-Yuan should have some more pretty jewelry since he likes his necklace so much.” Binghe’s free hand slipped beneath outer robes, between thighs his beloved was eagerly opening to him, palming the half hardness there. “A pretty jade ring that would sit right below the tip.”
Shen Yuan tilted his head back as Binghe started pressing kisses to his throat, rocking his hips up into the warm hand. A cock ring, Binghe wanted him in a cock ring…
“Since I am going out to get Baobei jewelry, is there any you want? Special or otherwise.” He paused his ministrations to let his A-Yuan clear his head. He wanted him to actually think on this and be able to tell him no if he was uncomfortable. The dream and his reaction to this real world talk had Binghe pretty confident though.
Whenever he stumbled into dreams like last night’s A-Yuan was always wearing a lot of jewelry; would he ask for it now that he’d been prompted? Did he really want to be dressed up?
Shen Yuan hesitated, casting his mind around for what he could want. D-did Binghe want to dress him up? His heart fluttered. No, he probably just wanted to spoil him, like taking him to a shop and telling him he can have anything and everything he wants.
“I… I could use some more hair pins, I need things that fit in when we go to the demon realm.” That wasn’t the right way to say it but it seemed Binghe understood anyway. He needed something fitting of his rank in the demon realm. “You know the types of things I like, pick what you think fits best.
Binghe gave him a quick little kiss before backing off, “Any special jewelry that only I get to see?” A-Yuan flushed and wouldn’t make eye contact, but before Binghe left for the day his lover handed him a small paper with a rough drawing on it. He recognized this from one of the dreams, it attached to the nipples somehow. The dream him seemed to love tugging the chain between them. There were neatly scrawled notes on the side of ideas for how to make it work. “I’ll see if the jeweler can make this.”
And with a goodbye kiss he headed out.
After they started to get more into the master servant dynamic Binghe found himself in more and more dreams of A-Yuan, the captive concubine. Locked away in a small chamber filled with beautiful treasures, a bed draped in crimson silk and covered in pillows, dressed in fine jewels and little else…
Why was he so into the idea of being a sex slave?!
He even saw ones from wherever A-Yuan was originally from; with some type of magical toy the dream Binghe could control to move on it’s own. A-Yuan wore it under his strange day clothes and Binghe activated it at random times, no matter where they were or what they were doing. He wondered if he could have something like that created here…
Binghe watched another captive concubine scene play out with wide eyes, even in this dream he could feel his body flushing. A-Yuan was bare but for an elegant outer robe – fitting of an imperial concubine – and some fine jewelry including his gag necklace and jade cock rink. Beneath his robe he was in a full harness of immortal binding cables. The bright red against his pale skin and green robe was stunning… A-Yuan’s hands were bound above his head to the legs of a low table he was sprawled out upon.
The dream Binghe was sitting next to the table idly petting over A-Yuan’s squirming body. Their Baobei arched and begged, calling out his name. The dream Binghe harshly tweaked a nipple – a pierced nipple – as he rebuked him. A-Yuan practically in tears with his need called out: “My Emperor , my Emperor please… please fuck me!”
Binghe woke, panting heavily, hard as could be. The image of that perfect body all bound up and ready to be used still dancing before his eyes. He reached out to the body next to him, petting over A-Yuan’s thin sleep clothes. At his touch the smaller man rolled toward him, happy to snuggle up close. He continued to pet and kiss, waking A-Yuan up into a lustful haze. He didn’t have ropes right now but perhaps he could slake his lust.
“Be a good boy for me, A-Yuan, open your legs.”
He would acquire some and keep them at his little surprise…