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Liu Qingge flips off his sword outside the bamboo house, the wind of his arrival flattening the grass as his robes billow out behind him. He strides forward, sword sheathing itself, but before he reaches the door, that demon body thief comes out.
Liu Qingge’s eyes narrow.
Luo Binghe’s eyes narrow.
“Where is he,” Liu Qingge says.
The wind rustles through the bamboo.
“Shizun is resting at home,” Luo Binghe says, a smug glitter in his eyes. Implying that Shen Qingqiu’s home isn’t and won’t always be Qing Jing peak.
“You are not welcome on this peak,” Liu Qingge says, planting his feet.
Luo Binghe laughs at him. Liu QIngge’s teeth grind together.
“Is this your peak now, Bai Zhan Peak Lord? Is Shizun no longer in a position to send his disciple to do his errands here? Shizun hasn’t been informed of his change in status.” Luo Binghe, despite the mere two centimeter different in their height, somehow manages to look down at Liu Qingge.
This man is so irritating. Liu Qingge resolutely chooses to not remember the last time that Luo Binghe looked down on him from above. That time, when…
He glares to shake the thought out of his head. “Get out,” he barks, sword unsheathing two inches.
Luo Binghe is watching him, and his face suddenly twists in a smirk.
“We both know you can’t make me,” he says.
Liu Qingge feels his breath speed up with rage, and he takes a step forward, sword flying out, when Luo Binghe’s gaze, fixed on him, suddenly freezes.
“What’s that,” Luo Binghe says sharply.
He’s staring at Liu Qingge’s neck, where a fine cloth scarf is barely visible, tucked against his skin under the collar of his robes.
It’s the scarf that Shen Qingqiu gave him after… the last time they saw each other, to hide some of the worst marks left on his neck while they healed. The marks had lasted a few days, even with Liu Qingge’s cultivation speeding up his healing, since the demon in front of him apparently didn’t know what restraint was.
Liu Qingge doesn’t let himself swallow, remembering the lingering pain on his neck and back and chest and… elsewhere, the days following that encounter.
He definitely hasn’t been remembering it since then.
Since he’d worn the scarf for those few days of his healing, he’d gotten used to it. And after the bruises and bite marks were gone, he’d just… kept wearing it.
“Take that off,” Luo Binghe says angrily.
“No,” Liu Qingge snaps.
“That’s Shizun’s,” Luo Binghe says. “You should return it!”
“I will return it when he asks,” Liu Qingge says tightly.
He has no intention of letting this unfilial disciple take it from him.
Luo Binghe glares at him with a look that promises death, but glances back at the bamboo house, as if reminding himself of where they are, and shakes his head. When he turns back to Liu Qingge, his gaze is calculating.
He smiles.
The smile is somewhat malicious.
“Still remembering last time, huh?” he says.
Liu Qingge draws himself up in affront. He would prefer to go his whole life without ever thinking about this again! Not that he’s managed that so far, but it would be his preference!
“...” he coldly does not respond.
“Shizun said I did a good job with you,” Luo Binghe continues conversationally. “He told me he was proud.”
“...” Liu Qingge doesn’t need to hear about Luo BInghe’s weird fetishes! He remembers how Luo Binghe kept reacting Shen Qingqiu’s words, he doesn’t need to be reminded of how much he likes praise! Especially since that time, he’d been feeling that effect inside of…
Not thinking about it!!
“He said I made you feel so good,” Luo Binghe continues, gaze narrowing into laser focus, “that I could fuck you like that any time I wanted.”
Liu Qingge stops breathing for a second.
“What,” he blurts out.
Shen Qingqiu could tell he’d been into it?!
...
Of course he could. He despairingly remembers the useless noises he’d been making, and how he let Luo Binghe do increasingly filthy things to him, even going so far as to encourage him with his body…
He ignores the heat of embarrassment on his face, and snaps at Luo Binghe.
“Preposterous!”
Luo Binghe laughs at him, arms crossed.
Liu Qingge’s mind races. If Luo Binghe is telling the truth, what does that mean? Shen Qingqiu said the he wouldn’t mind the two of them having sex…?
Surely he didn’t mean the same way as last time, where they did it in front of him…?
Liu Qingge just can’t imagine Shen Qingqiu saying that!
Maybe Luo Binghe is lying? This sneaky demon is surely the type to. Maybe he’s trying to offend Liu Qingge enough that he leaves, or even takes off the scarf token that Shen Qingqiu gave him.
Liu Qingge’s eyes narrow.
Without a word, he turns his back on Luo Binghe and jumps on his sword, taking off in the direction of Luo Binghe’s palace.
If Luo Binghe was lying, confronting him about it in front of Shen Qingqiu would be the best move.
Only a few seconds later, though, he feels the energy of Luo Binghe’s pursuit.
Luo Binghe only took that long to calculate his trajectory and figure out where he was headed? How annoying. Liu Qingge dodges an incoming strike, and sends out a wave of energy back.
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Shen Qingqiu has been luxuriating in the life that he had dreamed of when he first transmigrated. Nothing to do but while away the hours, relaxing and spending his time however he wishes.
As if!!!!!!
The fact that Luo Binghe doesn’t have his plot-destined harem seems to do nothing at all to reduce the amount of inexplicable scenarios he encounters. Now, it’s just all centered on him and Shen Qingqiu! All in all, poor Shen Qingqiu has barely had a week go by without some big disturbance or emergency situation rearing its head.
Luckily, since the last… situation… with Liu Qingge, a month ago, there’s been a period of relative quiet. He’s finally able to sit and read a book, drinking tea and enjoying the peace.
Ah, relaxation.
That’s why he feels almost resigned when he hears the loud footsteps slamming through the hallway approaching his room. He knew it couldn’t last.
He barely has time to put down his book before the door opens, and Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge, both panting and disheveled, tear their way into the room, Luo Binghe chasing just behind Liu Qingge.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe says, coming to a stop and running his hands quickly over his hair and clothes to pat off the dust in an attempt to look presentable. His hands do nothing to fix the tears in his clothing, obviously left by a sword. “Shizun, he just came running in without even announcing himself!”
Liu Qingge ignores him, still breathing hard as he adjusts his collar. His white robes are covered in grass stains and one sleeve is in tatters. “Is it true?” he says to Shen Qingqiu.
“Is what true?” Shen Qingqiu asks, befuddled.
“He said-” Liu Qingge starts, and then pauses, chest still heaving.
He opens his mouth.
Closes it again. A complicated look comes over his face.
What… what does he want to ask…?
Luo Binghe pushes past him and comes over to Shen Qingqiu, taking his hand where he sits. “Shizun, he-” he glances over at Liu Qingge, who’s still frozen and unspeaking, and his eyes take on that light that Shen Qingqiu knows too well.
This is trouble.
Luo Binghe’s attitude shifts. “What did you want to ask him, Liu Shishu?” he says, with affected humility.
Luo Binghe, can you at least try to be more respectful?! It’s obvious from your face that you’re mocking him!
Liu Qingge opens his mouth, and closes it once more.
“Oh,” Luo Binghe says with false cheerfulness, “could it be that you wanted to ask about what I told you? That Shizun said I could have you any time I wanted?”
Shen Qingqiu feels his soul leave his body, but Luo Binghe just smirks triumphantly at Liu Qingge.
Liu Qingge reins in his reaction in a masterful show of discipline, and merely turns to Shen Qingqiu, looking at him silently.
Oh no… his face looks…
...Questioning, maybe? He’s not saying anything, just looking at Shen Qingqiu, waiting for a response.
Luo Binghe!!!!!! Why would you phrase it like that!!!!!
Okay, it’s true that Shen Qingqiu had probably said something to that effect during one of his… sessions… with Luo Binghe following his mutual cultivation with Liu Qingge. Once Shen Qingqiu’s leg had healed, Luo Binghe had decided he had to make up for his infidelity- even though it had been by Shen Qingqiu’s request!- and had subjected him to hours of strenuous lovemaking, sprinkled with teary apologies about having stuck his dick in another man, while absolutely wrecking Shen Qingqiu’s poor old back. Shen Qingqiu, ever the pragmatic, had been thinking about how easy it had been on his body when Luo Binghe took out all his energy on Liu Qingge. He definitely recalls saying something related to that… he doesn’t remember his exact phrasing…
He was too out of his mind with the sex! Luo Binghe needs to learn some restraint!
But he feels his face heat up. He should have been more mindful of his words. He never thought that what he said in the heat of the moment would get back to Liu Qingge’s ears... Have some discretion, Luo Binghe! Things in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom!!!
Why does he have to bring it up now??
He belatedly uses the hand that Luo Binghe isn’t holding to open his fan and hold it in front of his face. Thank goodness for this body’s calm demeanor; his face probably hasn’t been showing the heat that he can feel on it. He draws in a breath to steady himself.
“I must apologize, Liu Shidi,” he says. There. Appropriate. Respectful. Not sounding like he’s dying inside. “I am afraid I did say something to that effect. It was quite thoughtless, and disrespectful to you.”
Liu Qingge is still staring at him, silent. His gaze sticks for a few seconds, and then he shakes his head.
“Fine,” he says. His eyes shoot to Luo Binghe and narrow in a glare. Shen Qingqiu turns his head to look back and forth between the two men standing in the room, whose eyes are meeting, some weird communication passing between them. Luo Binghe’s eyes narrow as well.
“You want another round?” he says, releasing Shen Qingqiu’s hand and moving to stand in front of him.
Liu Qingge sneers at him. “I can handle it,” he says.
Are the two of them about to fight again?! They better not wreck Shen Qingqiu’s room!
“Fine,” Luo Binghe says. “Get on your knees and I’ll fuck you.”
Shen Qingqiu misheard. Surely, Luo Binghe said…
Said…
He can’t even come up with something, it was obviously that!!!!!!!!!!!!
What’s happening?!!!!! What’s happening??!!!!!!
“You really think you’ll be in charge this time?” Liu Qingge says contemptuously.
“I was last time,” Luo Binghe says, cocky. “But I’ll let you be, if you can manage it. Start,” he says, hand on his sword, “by defeating me.”
Liu Qingge’s eyes narrow.
“Too much? I’ll even give you a handicap,” Luo Binghe says, smiling mockingly. “I won’t use my left arm at all, how’s that?”
“You disrespectful-” Liu Qingge snaps out, and his sword unsheathes itself. “Outside! No handicaps!”
He slams the door open, and Luo Binghe strides out after him, both of them disappearing immediately in a swirl of fabric, leaving Shen Qingqiu still sitting in shock.
Shen Qingqiu is still sitting in the same place 30 minutes later, when Luo Binghe storms back into the room, slightly bloodied and clothing even more artfully torn, dragging Liu Qingge by the hair.
Liu Qingge stumbles when he stops abruptly, and Luo Binghe throws him to the ground. Liu Qingge is breathing hard, favoring one arm, and radiating violence.
But strangely, Shen Qingqiu feels like he’s giving off a feeling of… excitement, too?
He fights the urge to cover his face.
All these men in his life…
Is there some kind of requirement that all top-level cultivators secretly be masochists?! Shen Qingqiu certainly isn’t!
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, voice heavy with triumph. “This disciple has won again.”
Have some humility, Shen Qingqiu thinks despondently. Liu Qingge is right there, there’s no need to brag so openly in front of the losing party! We all know you can beat him, Luo Binghe, why rub it in his face!
Luo Binghe plants one of his feet in Liu Qingge’s chest, pushing him heavily on his back into the ground. Liu Qingge starts, and grabs at Luo Binghe’s leg in anger, but fails to dislodge him. He hisses out a pained breath between his teeth as Luo Binghe pushes down harder, forcing him flat on his back.
Luo Binghe ignores his struggle completely, and looks at Shen Qingqiu.
He says, “may I have permission to fuck him?”
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Liu Qingge’s heart hammers in his chest under the weight of Luo Binghe’s foot on him. Each time he tries to breathe in deeply, he feels a slight pain from a cracked rib, already starting to heal from his cultivation. The pain does nothing to reduce the heat in his veins.
He heaves again against the weight of Luo Binghe’s step, and fails to move him.
Swallows.
Luo Binghe’s attention above him is fully on Shen Qingqiu, who watches them, fan tapping against his thigh.
“What does Liu Shidi think?” Shen Qingqiu asks, eyes not leaving them.
What does he think?
“I agreed to the terms,” Liu Qingge replies stiffly. He’s no coward; he won’t back out.
“Then…” Shen Qingqiu says, fan tapping more slowly. He looks like he’s thinking hard.
Liu Qingge feels a sudden sinking sensation. Is it possible that Shen Qingqiu might not want Luo Binghe to sleep with someone else? If it was him, he wouldn’t give a single thought to what the beast did the rest of the time, but Shen Qingqiu has always been… fond of him. Might their relationship be slightly more exclusive than Liu Qingge had assumed?
Now that he’s thinking about it, he does have trouble picturing the annoying demon ever making eyes at someone besides Shen Qingqiu.
Maybe he’s the one out of line here.
He frowns, and steels himself to withdraw, but Shen Qingqiu speaks first.
“Don’t hurt him,” he says, eyeing Luo Binghe’s foot on Liu Qingge’s chest doubtfully.
“Yes, Shizun,” the demon says, voice excited. “Does Shizun have other instructions? This disciple will make sure to only hurt him a little.”
He openly declares his intentions to ignore his orders! Shen Qingqiu did not say “a little,” he said not at all! Unfilial disciple!
Liu Qingge cannot, however, find it in himself to be disappointed that Luo Binghe plans to…
Plans to...
...
Shen Qingqiu merely shakes his head behind his fan, and Luo Binghe directs his gaze down to Liu Qingge at his feet.
“You,” he says, voice flat. “Disrobe.”
Liu Qingge heaves a deep breath as Luo Binghe’s foot lifts off his chest, and sits partway up, suppressing a cough. “Disrespectful,” he says, voice slightly hoarse, but he barely manages to come up onto his elbows before Luo Binghe is kneeling on top of him, hands yanking roughly at the collar of his robes.
“You-” Liu Qingge says, raising a hand to shove at him, but Luo Binghe rips both layers of his robe open in a single pull, shoving the robes down his arms to the elbows and exposing his chest, already beginning to bruise from the earlier strikes. The robes restrict Liu Qingge’s arms enough that he can’t punch him, so he aims a knee up into his crotch- not hard enough to prevent him from using his equipment, but enough that it’ll make Luo Binghe rethink his strategy if it connects.
It does not connect. Luo Binghe senses the shift of his weight before his leg even leaves the ground, and uses the momentum of it to flip Liu Qingge over, pushing him face-first into the floor. The move rattles Liu Qingge’s bones, and he makes an inadvertent noise as Luo Binghe grabs the back of his neck, pressing his head down.
The scarf flutters to the floor next to him; he has no idea if Shen Qingqiu sees it.
Luo Binghe leans over him, and grinds his hips against Liu Qingge’s ass.
Liu Qingge hisses in a breath in indignation. Twisting his head to see Luo Binghe behind him, he catches a glimpse of Shen Qingqiu, whose eyes are watching from behind his fan.
He shivers, and immediately turns his head back to face the floor.
He can’t look at him like this. Face down, Luo Binghe holding him by the neck as he ruts against him… it’s too humiliating.
He can feel himself getting hard.
Luo Binghe, meanwhile, is using his free hand to rip Liu Qingge’s robes the rest of the way off his torso, only succeeding in getting them off one arm, leaving them hanging from the other. Not stopping at all, he moves to work on his pants.
“Will Shizun please pass me the oil,” he says, voice still slightly breathless from their fight. Shen Qingqiu wordlessly tosses him the vial.
Liu Qingge’s pants are summarily yanked off, leaving him completely unclothed on the floor, Luo Binghe still fully clothed above him.
“Binghe, the bed?” Shen Qingqiu says, a strange note in his voice.
“Here is good enough for him,” Luo Binghe says, voice heavy with intent behind Liu Qingge’s ear. Liu Qingge can feel the heat building in his face, his neck, his whole body.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says in quiet protest, but he doesn’t insist.
Luo Binghe’s voice comes low in Liu Qingge’s ear as he leans his weight against his back, quiet enough that Shen Qingqiu can’t hear it. “I won’t allow you to dirty Shizun’s bed,” he murmurs, hand digging into Liu Qingge’s side out of Shen Qingqiu’s line of sight. He’s ruthlessly targeting one of the deep bruises he left earlier.
Liu Qingge can’t stop himself from twisting under him, body reacting to the stimulus. His cock is pressing into the rough surface of the floor, and the way his hips twist in response to Luo Binghe’s hand makes him grit his teeth.
“Someone as filthy as you,” Luo Binghe continues quietly, “isn’t fit to even tough a sheet on his bed. Look at you, face down and humping the dirty ground just because I beat you earlier. Is this what the Peak Lord of Bai Zhan really is?” He laughs.
Liu Qingge feels the breath leave his lungs like he’s been punched, his cock twitching against the rough wood of the floor. His hands grip uselessly at the ground, unable to grab anything.
He doesn’t think he’s ever gotten hard this fast in his life.
A shift, and Luo Binghe’s fingers are on him, wet and slightly cold against his entrance. Liu Qingge freezes, muscles jumping at the sensation, and is barely able to relax in time as Luo Binghe pushes the first finger in, slick with oil. He feels himself tighten immediately, then forces his body to relax. His heart is hammering in anticipation; he knows that Luo Binghe won’t slow down if he tenses up.
Breathing deeply to calm himself, he considers turning his head to the side, over to where he can feel the air moving slightly from the wave of a fan.
Thinks about it for a moment, and then presses his forehead harder into the ground. His face feels like it’s in flames.
He can’t look over there.
Meanwhile, Luo Binghe’s fingers are working their way roughly in, the slickness of the oil easing the sting of the stretch only slightly. Liu Qingge shifts below him, biting his lip to concentrate on relaxing as he knows he has to.
What’s coming next is going to be bigger than these fingers.
Or so he assumes. They didn’t actually talk about it.
That Luo Binghe… he better be planning to put it in him. If he gets him all worked up and then just leaves him to squirm on the ground…
Liu Qingge can feel his breathing speeding up. Luo Binghe’s fingers fuck roughly in and out of him, almost careless, though if he really was careless, he would have hit the spot that he targeted so ruthlessly last time at least once or twice, even if only by accident.
He must be avoiding it on purpose.
Liu Qingge makes an annoyed noise, and the fingers withdraw.
A low laugh comes from behind him, and the hot breath on the back of his neck makes him shiver despite himself. “Impatient, Shishu?”
“Binghe, is he ready?” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes, doubtful, from the side. Liu Qingge bites his lip to stay quiet, but his mouth is suddenly covered by Luo Binghe’s hand, graceful but impossibly strong, preemptively muffling any noise that he could make.
“He’s ready,” Luo Binghe says arrogantly. “Shizun, shall I disrobe before taking him? Or shall I just do it like this?” He grinds his hips into Liu Qingge’s ass again, and Liu Qingge realizes that Luo Binghe has pushed down his pants just enough that his cock is exposed, hard and hot and huge in the curve of his ass.
Liu Qingge shudders. This is so humiliating. Luo Binghe is really planning to take him with such minimal preparation, just push him down on the floor and… he shivers again.
“He’s eager,” Luo Binghe says, smug. “Shall I make him wait while I disrobe? Teach him some patience?”
Liu Qingge attempts to twist under him, but the position doesn’t let him. Luo Binghe laughs, and grinds his cock again against his entrance, still fully clothed.
“Is there something you want, Shishu?” he says, self-satisfied. “Be patient, now, wait for Shizun’s decision.”
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu’s voice says, sounding scandalized. “Don’t torment him! If you’re going to do it, just do it!”
“Look at that, Shizun is being so generous to you,” Luo Binghe says, leaning forward to bite Liu Qingge’s shoulder, hard enough that it breaks the skin. Liu Qingge makes a noise, muscles twitching, but the noise doesn’t escape the barrier of Luo Binghe’s hand. “Shizun, it’s really all right? I can have him now?”
Liu Qingge can feel from Luo Binghe’s body weight that he’s twisted his head around, looking at Shen Qingqiu, and can tell from the change in the coiled tension in his body that he’s received permission.
Did Shen Qingqiu gesture his assent? Did he nod? Did he give a graceful wave of his fan?
Liu Qingge finds himself unable to wonder, because he feels pressure at his entrance, which must be Luo Binghe guiding that monstrous cock to enter him. The memory of last time makes him break out in a sweat.
Last time, it hurt, the overwhelming pressure forcing his walls open until he was shaking with it.
...He hopes it hurts this time too.
The head starts to push in, and it’s already too much. He can’t help it; his lips part on a gasp. Luo Binghe’s fingers, tight around his jaw, immediately push into his mouth, forcing his tongue down. Luo Binghe’s thumb presses into the underside of his jaw with enough force that he can feel it start to bruise, and Liu Qingge barely keeps from biting him in retaliation.
Maybe he should bite him, maybe it would get him to...
He loses his train of thought as Luo Binghe’s cock pushes in another few inches. It feels even bigger than it did last time, and when Luo Binghe draws out a little and pushes back in, he can’t stop the helpless noise that he makes.
Luo Binghe barely gives him time to adjust, a few slow thrusts to get himself fully seated, before he starts moving for real. His weight, heavy against Liu Qingge’s back, forces him down onto the ground, pressing all the sensitive spots on his chest against the rough wood of the floor. His cock is trapped, leaking between his body and the ground, the press of the unforgiving wood toeing the line between painful and brain-meltingly hot.
The stretch of Luo Binghe’s cock inside him hurts just like last time. He clenches his hands into fists, nails biting into his palms, to keep from making a noise, but he can’t stop the way his cock twitches on the ground.
At least he’s face down this time, so Luo Binghe can’t feel his traitorous cock reacting against his body.
Luo Binghe keeps fucking him, hips speeding up until they’re slamming into him, and Liu Qingge feels himself losing more and more control over his muscles, his hips going loose and pliant, his shoulders limp.
It hurts. It hurts, and he’s so, so into it.
He loses himself for a few minutes, the sensation of being taken so roughly driving all other thoughts out of his head. The way he presses face first into the ground, there’s nothing stopping the spit in his mouth from dripping down Luo Binghe’s fingers as they force their way in and out of his mouth in time with his cock, his mind too empty to keep himself from making a mess.
This is…
He gathers himself, keeps his control, doesn’t let the noises out of him that he hadn’t been able to stop last time. He’ll be able to keep some of his dignity this time, at least.
But the press of Luo Binghe’s cock begins to slow down, more and more. Soon he’s moving his cock leisurely in and out of Liu Qingge, never quite pressing in at the angle that he wants.
“What are you doing,” Liu Qingge says, voice slurred by Luo Binghe’s fingers. He tosses his head, and frees his mouth. Luo Binghe wipes his fingers, dripping with spit, along Liu Qingge’s face, and laughs behind him. Liu Qingge feels his eyes narrow in anger.
“What are you doing,” he repeats, directing his glare into the ground in front of him.
“Surely Shishu isn’t willing to let me do all the work?” Luo Binghe says, smugness audible. “Would he like to help?”
His hands come to grip at Liu Qingge’s hips, and drag him into an arch that rocks back on Luo Binghe’s cock.
Liu Qingge swallows a gasp. This man…! He’s trying to get Liu Qingge to fuck himself on his cock? He just wants to humiliate him- there’s no way that Luo Binghe, who fucked the living daylights out of him for two hours straight last time, is tired from five minutes of this!
He wants to make Liu Qingge arch his back for him like an animal in heat? Preposterous! And all the more preposterous, because sitting right next to them is… is…
Liu Qingge swallows, head shaking back and forth where it presses against the ground. “No,” he says hotly.
“Hm,” Luo Binghe says, cock still moving in him almost unbearably slowly. Liu Qingge grits his teeth, trembling. He doesn’t know what he’ll do if this keeps up.
“Like this, then,” Luo Binghe says, and his arm wraps around Liu Qingge’s waist, lifting his hips bodily up off the ground. Liu Qingge’s head jolts up, only for Luo Binghe’s hand to come to the back of his neck, forcing his head back to the ground.
“Wh- what-” Liu Qingge gets out, as Luo Binghe pushes in at the new angle. His cock pushes directly into the spot that makes Liu Qingge’s body light up, and Liu Qingge jams his own arm under his still-wet mouth to muffle the noise that escapes from him, his other hand gripping uselessly on the floor.
“Much better,” Luo Binghe laughs, slowly picking the speed back up. Liu Qingge, head pressed into to the ground, can only listen to the noises of Luo Binghe’s thighs against him getting louder, and he bites his arm in hopes that he can keep quiet.
This… this feels…!
That’s definitely Luo Binghe’s hand on the back of his neck, so he’s only using the one arm to hold Liu Qingge’s body up. Liu Qingge doesn’t have any weight on his knees, his weight is completely resting on Luo Binghe’s arm. He doesn’t have any traction with which to control the pace; he can only hang there from Luo Binghe’s arm and take what he gives him.
He wasn’t controlling the pace when he was lying fully down either, but somehow like this… it feels even more…
Luo Binghe’s hand pushes up the back of his neck into his hair, careless of the hairpiece he wears, and grabs him tightly, jerking his head to the side so that his cheek presses into the ground. Liu Qingge grits his teeth, determined not to make more noise now that his arm isn’t muffling him, even ask Luo Binghe’s teeth sink into his shoulder where it meets his neck.
Luo Binghe only bites him for a moment, hard enough to bruise, before sitting back to fuck him hard and fast, kneeling between his spread knees. Liu Qingge lets himself sink into it, body helpless to do anything but take the sensation, though he stops almost all the noises that want to leak from his mouth through sheer force of willpower. His pleasure is building fast, though; he can’t stop his body from shivering as Luo Binghe slams into him.
Like this, he’s completely helpless. Much though he is loathe to admit it, Luo Binghe has completely overpowered him, and now he’s just holding him down and relentlessly using him for his own pleasure, and all in front of-
Liu Qingge suddenly realizes that his face, pressed sideways into the ground like this, is facing Shen Qingqiu. All the expressions that he’s been making for the last few minutes could have been completely visible to him, all the helpless twitches of eyebrow and poorly muffled groans and wanton breathing…!
His eyes jerk open, and immediately meet Shen Qingqiu’s. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes dart away politely, but it’s certain that he had been watching his face.
Liu Qingge’s whole body flips from burning hot to icy cold and back in a single second. He doesn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what he can do- how, how should he react to-
Luo Binghe suddenly presses his whole body tight against Liu Qingge’s, the angle forcing his cock in more deeply and making Liu Qingge’s cock leak an embarrassing amount of precome, a moan making its way out of his throat despite his best efforts. Luo Binghe presses his warm, sweaty face into Liu Qingge’s neck, and mutters smugly into his ear, “now he knows just how much you love getting fucked by me.”
The heat crawls through Liu Qingge’s veins so wildly that he feels like it will make its way out through his skin. He doesn’t think he’s ever blushed like this before in his life, but there’s no way he can tell himself that the heat isn’t showing through to his face.
There’s really- there’s really no way that he can hide the fact that-
He can feel himself tighten around Luo Binghe, who bites him AGAIN, high on his neck where there’s no way he can hide the mark he leaves, and then leans back up away from him. The hand comes off the back of his head, and Liu Qingge is considering despairingly whether he would be able to lift his torso up from the ground, when-
A loud noise, and a flash of bright pain on his rear.
What-
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes, scandalized.
That- that monster just…! Did he just slap him?!
“YOU-!!” Liu Qingge shouts, making to get up, but Luo Binghe huffs in amusement and starts giving it to him for real, the brutally thorough fucking that he barely made it through last time. Liu Qingge can feel his traitorous body compliantly leaning into the burn, his legs spreading themselves without his intent and his waist rolling to take the force of his thrusts. And this time, Luo Binghe’s hand grabs his cock, and Liu Qinnge is suddenly unable to do anything but make needy noises and scramble his hands against the ground as his previously untouched cock leaks messily into Luo Binghe’s almost painfully tight grip. The burn inside him feels so, so good, and Luo Binghe has started hitting that spot inside him on every single thrust, dragging the thickness of his cock against it on the way in and out, driving every thought out of his head. Luo Binghe isn’t holding his head down any more, but Liu Qingge can’t even imagine picking himself up, and stays where he is, completely supported by Luo Binghe’s arm as his cock drips embarrassingly all over Luo Binghe’s fingers, moans leaking out of his mouth.
“I’m going to make him come, Shizun,” Liu Qingge half hears Luo Binghe say somewhere over his head. “Would Shizun like me to finish, as well?”
Liu Qingge doesn’t hear the answer, because he finds his pleasure peaking and peaking but not quite able to be released. He’s stuck balancing at the edge for an excruciatingly long period of time, while Luo Binghe’s tight grip moves back and forth on him. The blood is rushing in his ears, he can’t focus on what’s happening through the drag of the cock inside him, he can’t hear Shen Qingqiu, but suddenly Luo Binghe’s hand moves to rub circles on the tip of his cock, releasing the tight grip he hadn’t noticed it had at the base. Liu Qingge bites his lip hard enough that he tastes blood and whites out, coming hard enough that all he can hear is his own voice, embarrassingly loud and needy, unable to even form words.
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When he comes to, he’s lying on the settee, settled on his back. Someone dressed him, and when he moves slightly, the pain in his lower back isn’t accompanied by the gluey stickiness between his legs of last time.
He covers his face with a hand, eyes still closed. He doesn’t know what embarrasses him more- imagining that Shen Qingqiu cleaned him, or imagining that he made Luo Binghe do it.
Both are excruciating.
He lets his hand slide down his face, and glances at the rest of the room. The sun hasn’t moved that much, so he imagines that he wasn’t out for that long. He’s never lost control of himself like that, unable to even keep himself conscious, so he doesn’t have much experience with waking up unaware of his circumstances after such…
Such a…
His eyes catch on green, and he turns his head slightly. He sees Shen Qingqiu sitting at a desk, writing.
He watches him for a moment, emotions deep, before Shen Qingqiu glances up, notices he’s awake, and smiles at him.
“Liu Shidi,” his melodious voice says. “How are you feeling?”