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It had been a couple of months since Luo Binghe himself had appeared in Shen Yuan's room, claiming that he would be Luo Binghe's shizun ( horrifying, by the way. He didn't want to be turned into a human stick! ) and now, basically lived with him.
Luo Binghe would occasionally leave to his homeworld, but it seemed he didn't like going there very much, since he always came back looking angry. Shen Yuan had once asked about it before, but Luo Binghe had gotten upset and threw a tantrum, claiming Shen Yuan was trying to dig up his past to use it against him.
Which he wasn't! What the hell, Luo Binghe! Accusing others of crimes they wouldn't dare to commit in front of you?! Who knew Luo Binghe was such a child sometimes..?
It was extremely hard to live with Luo Binghe, not only because he wanted Shen Yuan to be his shizun and force him to teach him things, but also because of the sheer amount of Binghe merch Shen Yuan had to hide away from the man. He refused to let Binghe see his room solely for this reason.
On the days Binghe was back in his original world, or out grocery shopping- since he insists that Shen Yuan shouldn't be walking, even though Shen Yuan's legs worked fine half of the time- Shen Yuan would rearrange and hide more of his Luo Binghe merch.
Today was no different. Luo Binghe was out getting groceries, and Shen Yuan was busy deep cleaning his room and stuffing as much of his PIDW merch away into his closet. While he had been doing so, he had ended up stumbling upon a fake Xin Mo sword he had commissioned an artist to make. He picked it up, staring at it for a bit. He had realised that…
This sword looked nothing like Luo Binghe's!!!
Shen Yuan rushed out his room to look frantically for the real Xin Mo that Luo Binghe had left here. Luo Binghe had to stop dragging Xin Mo around everywhere, since there were numerous occasions people thought it was real ( which it was, but for the sake of the public, they had to say it was fake ) and had started leaving it just in random places in Shen Yuan's apartment, which was super inconvenient! The amount of times he's almost tripped over that damned thing..
He eventually found it resting against the couch. Shen Yuan slowly took the real thing into his hand, the sword heavy in his palm, and simply stared at it. He looked back down at his own version of Xin Mo, and he can't even see the resemblance.
Shen Yuan's fake Xin Mo was far more refined, and clean than the actual Xin Mo. The fake looked like an actual sword, while the actual Xin Mo had ridges all over the handle which should've been inconvenient to hold, but it actually felt quite nice, and bones wrapped around the base of the blade. It was so much cooler than Shen Yuan's boring rip off..
Shen Yuan set the fake Xin Mo down, instead focusing on tracing his fingers around all the edges and grooves of Xin Mo. He mumbled an apology to it, as if it would care for one, before he fully picked it up. He stumbled back, the weight of it straining his legs as he pulled it to the couch. He was lucky he wasn't a cultivator, or in a cultivation novel, since Xin Mo would have already made him have at least fifteen qi deviations already. But in this world, Xin Mo was quiet and calm, just like any other sword.
Shen Yuan gingerly touched its handle again, and he let his mind wander. Luo Binghe had used Xin Mo in a lot of different ways- for killing, cutting hair, chopping food, and ... papapa, which had left Shen Yuan speechless with rage for a couple days after reading that chapter. He always thought it was inconvenient and dumb, there was no way a sword could be comfortable enough for sex! Preposterous. Even some of the comments agreed with him on this fact!
Yet, as he felt Xin Mo up and down, fingers feeling the cool, flat metal, suddenly, Shen Yuan could see the appeal.
Wait, what?!
His face flushed, and immediately he wanted to drop Xin Mo. This wasn't some random sword, this was Xin Mo, the protagonist of Proud Immortal Demon way, Luo Binghe's sword! What was he thinking?!?
But he didn't drop the sword. He held Xin Mo firmly in his grasp as he swallowed, hard.
Luo Binghe could be home any minute. Shen Yuan was basically shaking as he slowly pulled off his shorts and ( now wet ) boxers, and then actually shook when the cold air hit his hardened dick. This was Xin Mo, Luo Binghe's most prized possession minus his harem. Shen Yuan almost let out a nervous sob as he pressed Xin Mo's handle against his folds, relishing in the way his dick rubbed and pressed against it in all the right ways. He let his head fall to the side as he slowly bucked his hips up, dragging his pussy along the ridges of Xin Mo's hilt, letting out quiet whimpers.
Shen Yuan felt like he was crazy, and a horrible person. How did he go from cleaning his room to basically humping Xin Mo, his friend's ( Luo Binghe, the guy Shen Yuan had been obsessed with for almost two years ) sword? He didn't linger too long on that thought though, as he found a pace that made his mind go blank. He gripped at Xin Mo's guard, pushing himself harder against Xin Mo, relishing in the pressure. He let out a few breathy moans, before deciding he was going to do something so insanely stupid, he would probably slap himself if he still had some sort of common sense.
Shen Yuan readjusted the sword, until it's pommel was pressed against his entrance. He took a deep breath, gaining some sort of consciousness. He was an idiot! If Luo Binghe found out what Shen Yuan was doing with his sword, he’d be dead. Deceased, perished!
Yet, he still slowly sunk down on Xin Mo, despite his obvious fear. He was a fool. He winced slightly at the stretch, but when the ridges on Xin Mo dragged against his insides, he seemed to have forgotten all about the fear and pain. He did pause for a minute though, letting himself settle on the sword. He very rarely actually fucked himself with things, since the dysphoria of seemingly being in the women's position in sex always made him a little sick, but whenever it came to Luo Binghe or anything Luo Binghe related .. He moaned at the thought of Luo Binghe fucking him with Xin Mo.
…He was a pervert. Shen Yuan whimpered as he dragged Xin Mo in and out of himself, each time pushing it in further. He did this until his dick hit the guard of Xin Mo, and he let out a groan when it did. He slowly rocked his hips, and before he realised it, he was moaning out Binghe’s name. He couldn't have helped it, it was a habit to call out Binghe’s name, and he hadn’t jacked off since Binghe had started living with him so he hadn't had the chance to fix it..! Shen Yuan threw his head back as he squirmed and fucked himself on Xin Mo, mind filled with dirty images of Luo Binghe holding him down and fucking him with anything but his cock until Shen Yuan was begging for the actual thing–
He was going to cum. He was so close, so, so close- He was going to cum on Xin Mo, Luo Binghe’s sword.
He whimpered and squirmed as he came, legs shaking. Shen Yuan let himself go limp, Xin Mo still resting inside him. This had to have been a dream. There was no way Shen Yuan just fucked himself AND came on the real Xin Mo. No. No chance, but when he shifted, feeling Xin Mo shift with him, pressing against his sensitive cock, he was very rudely reminded that this was in fact reality. Shen Yuan pulled Xin Mo out of him, feeling incredibly empty after, and getting up. His legs wobbled more than usual, but he was still able to drag himself to the kitchen to wet a cloth to clean Xin Mo off.
Maybe he should get some actual sword cleaning materials or something. Maybe he could disguise it as a gift for Binghe … not that this would happen again. Haha, no. Never again.