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When Shen Yuan was dumped into the garbage fire that was Proud Immortal Demons Way he was determined to survive his doomed fate at all costs. Well after he found out he could unfreeze the OOC function that is.
Shen Yuan had decided quite early on that the key to his survival was to hug the protagonist's thighs as much as possible. He would be a good master to the boy and be his ally until he was inevitably forced to push the poor boy into the Endless Abyss.
And as much as this worked...it also backfired.
Shen Yuan, now Shen Qingqiu, had indeed been a good master to Luo Binghe. The immortal had figuratively hugged his thighs so well in fact that the boy, now a man, felt obliged to return the favor...quite literally.
Now happily married and thoroughly penetrated by The Entity that could only be Binghe’s pillar on the regular, Shen Qingqiu would like to wind down from his tiring day properly and just. Sleep. For. One. Goddamn. Night.
Instead, he stared down from where he was lain on their bed into pleading red eyes. Binghe sat between his bare legs, as was the rest of him. The demon lord had done quick work undoing his undergarments before he could say no.
“Shizun, please, this disciple has missed you.”
The immortal pushed at his chest with his foot.
“What did I say about calling me that?”
“Husband, please.” Binghe pleads again.
The foot on Binghe’s chest pushes him back by a fraction.
“Don’t say that you missed me, you were only gone for a few hours. And if I remember correctly you said ‘goodbye’ more than enough times to be satisfied today.”
Binghe’s ‘goodbye’ left him sore and achy. Let him rest!
Binghe grabbed the foot and brought it up higher to gently kiss the side of it. He shot his husband his signature puppy dog eyes while he continued to pepper kisses to his ankle and up to his calf.
Shen Qingqiu could see the familiar form of the other's pillar outlined in his robes and sighed heavily.
Earlier that day the demon lord had given his husband a thorough goodbye before he left for a diplomatic meeting in the Demon Realm. The trip, he estimated, would take at least a day so he got his fill of Shen Qingqiu to make up for the time they would be apart.
His arrival to the bordering territory that requested his presence was quick, Binghe was determined not to spend unnecessary time away from his beloved. He also hated this territory, if it wasn’t an integral part of demon society he would’ve blown it to smithereens long ago. The demon nobles that oversaw it were crude and relished in the...sins of the flesh.
In public.
Like it was as normal as taking a leisurely stroll through the park, but instead of strolling, you were pounding pussy.
Even now in the meeting, the master of this territory was pleasuring himself between the thighs of one of his concubines while he talked of political matters. It was like the woman wasn’t even there.
During situations like this Luo Binghe had the air of an unruly and dangerous ruler. He acknowledged not their activities and kept everything about business. It was hard to win over the demons who liked to indulge in such things. They invited him to partake in their traditions, saying as a fellow demon of noble blood it was considered rude not to.
Binghe refused. There was only one person he wanted to be intimate with.
The nobles were displeased that this brat who wanted to rule the realm wouldn’t even indulge in traditional demon customs. He didn’t need to indulge in their twisted ways of life to win their allegiance to him. Luo Binghe was all-powerful and intimidating. Every single one of these demons would perish if he deemed it so.
As much as the demon lord abstained from participating in these acts and as much as he focused his eyes everywhere else, he couldn’t help but take note of the...kind of sex they were having.
Using another’s thighs was a new concept to him, and Binghe’s mind wandered to Shen Qingqiu.
Shizun’s soft and milky white thighs danced about in Binghe’s thoughts. Then the question of how would it be to fuck those thighs.
Binghe would swear up and down that he was paying attention to the meeting.
As much attention, the master of this domain was giving it anyway.
Shizun was always on his mind, nothing was different. The business that would have taken at least a day wrapped up in a few hours because Binghe was in a rush to return home with the new knowledge he had obtained.
Now back to the present he gave his Shizun the look the peak lord never refused.
Most of the time Luo Binghe always got his way with Shen Qingqiu and if big fat crocodile tears had to be shed to do so then so be it.
“This husband wanted to try something different, if he may be so selfish to ask,” he places a kiss on Shen Qingqiu’s knee, “can I pleasure myself on Shizun’s thighs?”
Binghe trailed his hands on the outside of said thighs, rubbing them gently.
Shen Qingqiu was silent, ignoring the use of 'Shizun' in bed once again, but internally he screamed.
Was this another damn wife sub-plot or something?! What else could it be? Where else would Binghe get such an idea? It wouldn’t be absurd if it was, just a few weeks ago his husband came home with a goddamn titty-fucking illness, and as great as that was they had to fix Binghe’s entire wardrobe afterward. Lest his new chest size makes all the clothes the demon lord owned explode.
At this point, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tell what was a shitty sex sub-plot pusher and what wasn’t.
If he didn’t indulge Luo Binghe, one: he would be subject to the man's tears, and two: there was a rather large possibility that Binghe or himself could die; given the track record of these types of things. Everything seemed fine now, but who knows what would happen if the immortal just let it be.
It was just thigh fucking it was altogether...harmless. And at least his hole would get a break. Maybe he could even take a nap!
He chewed his lip before answering his husband.
“Do what you wish, but you can only use my thighs, everything else is off-limits.”
Binghe perked up and gave a kiss to his knee again.
“Thank you, husband,” he said parting those beautiful thighs.
When it came to Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe always got his way.
From what Shen Yuan had watched, out of curiosity, he had expected Binghe to whip out his pillar and go to town after he gave the green light. That was the common way these types of pornos went.
Sometimes he forgot how unpredictable his half-demon husband could be. Binghe continued to litter kisses on his knee. They were small pecks at first but as he slowly made his way down to Shen Qingqiu’s inner thighs the kisses became more open.
The other began to leave wet open-mouthed kisses on the soft flesh, a thigh cradled in each hand. Large hands held his outer thighs firmly enough Shen Qingqiu could see the flesh indent around those fingers.
Binghe’s lips sucked and nibbled up and down his inner thigh leaving colorful bruises blooming in their wake. After a while, he pulled away to admire the colors he had painted there and turned to the other thigh to give it the same attention.
The immortal’s head lay back against his pillow and with a shamefully shaky sigh, he tried to ignore the feeling. He wanted sleep dammit and he would get it.
In his past life, he was a heavy sleeper and he was going to try to channel the same type of energy now. Sure he didn’t have to be hyper-aware of any type of xianxia fuckery in the real world but if he tried hard enough he could sleep through this.
He willed his breathing to slow and because of how exhausted he actually was, began to nod off with a demon lord shamelessly between his legs.
That is until he felt Binghe lick the crevice of where his inner thigh met his groin.
Binghe felt the legs he held flex in surprise and he chuckles against skin wet with his own saliva.
“Luo Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu warned.
“This one is still obeying the rules.”
He traced his tongue along the crevice close to the other’s taint, keeping mindful to stay just on the border where he was allowed.
Binghe always liked to push boundaries.
Playful nibbles turned into possessive bites as Binghe began to take mouthfuls of milky thighs into his mouth. His husband’s bangs ghosted across his now sensitive skin and Shen Qingqiu tried desperately to focus on sleep.
Sharp canines brushed against tender bruises and hot breath blew on his own flushed and wet skin. His cock betrayed him, twitching where it lay against him.
Really the man just wanted some sleep!
Binghe noticed his lover’s cock stirring above him and, for a moment, looked like he was going to devour the thing whole. Their eyes met for a brief moment, Shen Qingqiu is unaware of the silent pleading for sleep and for his husband to blow him that hid behind his eyes.
A smile played on Luo Binghe’s lips and he sat back on his haunches, reaching for the bottle of oil they kept close by. Binghe was a good disciple and would follow Shizun’s orders. Everything but his thighs were off-limits.
Pressing creamy legs together, Binghe let oil drip down his knees into the crevice between Shizun’s thighs then stripped off his inner robes, finally letting his pillar free. Placing Shen Qingqiu’s shins on either side of his waist he inched forward until his pillar entered where those thighs were pressed together.
From the immortal's point of view, he could see the moment it pushed through, the flushed color of it a stark contrast even against the darkening bruises.
God that was hotter than he thought it would be.
Binghe held him by his outer thighs while he set a slow pace. The feel of his Shizun’s thighs enveloped him, they were velvety smooth and flushed with heat. Luo Binghe prided himself in being able to stir up his husband even if he initially wasn’t in the mood. The feeling wasn’t that different from the usual way they had sex, but there was something about using the immortal’s legs to pleasure himself that brought the feeling to a different level.
Luo Binghe loved all of Shen Qingqiu.
Every part of his body deserved to be worshipped from his lofty face to his dainty hands and long strong legs. Legs he only had the privilege of seeing after he had crawled out of the Abyss and claimed his Shizun as his own. Thighs he had only dreamed about wrapping around his waist while he filled his beloved master to the brim with his pillar. Now they were his and now he could even do something like this to them.
He dragged himself slowly, in and out, where the bruises and bites were the most prominent. Binghe relished in the small spasms that came from his husband while his pillar massaged the sensitive skin and in the sight of Shen Qingqiu’s cock growing in hardness.
He followed Shizun’s line of sight to see he was transfixed on where they were connected. Those emerald eyes that were groggy with sleep now were cloudy with the kind of lust only Luo Binghe was able to give him.
“Does husband like what he sees?” He says rolling his hips forward a little harder than before.
Thighs flex around him and a groan slips from his throat. Shen Qingqiu’s initial answer is ‘fuck yes’ because this honestly rivals the titty fucking that occurred weeks prior. He’d watched a few pornos that had this kind of thing in it but he thought it was mostly for show and less for actual pleasure.
Boy was he wrong.
Large hands grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s ankles on either side of his hips and repositioned them so that they both rested on one shoulder.
Binghe held those thin ankles in place with one hand and hugged the immortal's thighs closer with his other arm. The position shift caused Binghe’s pillar to rub slightly against Shen Qingqiu’s cock with every thrust.
The head of it teased him with the smallest amount of friction as it dragged across his balls to the base of his cock and back again. That coupled with the tenderness his thighs felt from Binghe’s bruises had the peak lord gripping the sheets.
His husband was driving him crazy from the lack of stimulation. The need for sleep still tugged at his conscience but it was overcome by the need for friction. Binghe peppered the ankles he held with kisses while he gazed down at his husband that was slowly falling apart. To think his Shizun would like being fucked like this was turning him on even more.
His husband’s thighs clenched around his pillar as the peak lord tried to buck up to get some friction. Shen Qingqiu’s cock was hard where it laid against him, but every time he tried to rub against Binghe the demon lord pulled back earning a whine from his needy husband.
“If there’s something you want then you’ll have to tell this husband.”
“Binghe...I want Binghe...” he said chewing his bottom lip.
Even when he was somewhat sleep-deprived he would want Luo Binghe and at this point, wife sub-plot or not, Shen Qingqiu thinks he’ll always want Luo Binghe.
Binghe feels his heart swell and releases the other’s legs so he can climb over and kiss his husband properly. Their kiss is passionate and sloppy, Shen Qingqiu can feel his lips bruise from Binghe’s as the man sucks and nibbles his bottom lip.
Swiftly Binghe switches their positions and now the immortal is sprawled on top of him. Shen Qingqiu thinks to himself, while he’s still being ravaged by the other's lips, where he saw Binghe put the oil so he can properly lube himself to take his pillar.
He feels the other's hands moving and in the next moment, he feels Binghe’s pillar slide between his thighs and two hands press them together. The demon lord breaks their kiss and leans into Shen Qingqiu’s ear.
“Binghe is still going to follow husband’s orders, but if husband would like to rub against Binghe while he finishes he is more than welcome too.”
He thrusts up afterward and the feeling of Binghe fucking his thighs in this position and the sweet friction his cock was getting from rutting up against the demon lords stomach made Shen Qingqiu’s face turn a shade darker. Luo Binghe was basically telling him to hump him if he wanted to get off. Where did his black lotus learn this kind of stuff?!
Binghe continued even without an answer his hands coming to two plush cheeks and spread them while his thrusts quickened.
As much as it embarrassed him, the peak lord tried to match his husband’s thrusts while he ground down onto him. The ripples in his well-defined stomach felt good against Shen Qingqiu’s leaking cock and he breathed moans into Binghe's neck. On a whim, he decided to suck there as well. If Luo Binghe could bruise his thighs then it was only fair if he returned the favor. The half-demon wouldn’t even mind in the first place, he’d probably be proud to parade around with his master's love marks on display.
“Sh-Shizun..ah” he breathed out while his neck was assaulted by the other.
“Naughty boy, what did I say?” Shen Qingqiu reprimanded while biting down just under his jaw.
The immortal rolled his hips and could feel raw heat coil in his stomach each time his cock rutted against Binghe. Shen Qingqiu wanted to be properly fucked now but was eating his own words at this point.
Luo Binghe was nothing but obedient to his Shizun’s every word.
Now he shamelessly used the demon lord like the other was using his thighs. With a couple more hard hip rolls Shen Qingqiu came hard, getting Binghe and his stomachs sticky with his cum.
Stars danced in front of his vision as he rides out his orgasm. Somewhere in his mind, he tried to remember the last time he had humped something to get off and if it felt as good as humping the sex god that was his husband.
9/10 that it probably wasn’t.
Binghe finished not long after. He abstained his release, waiting until his Shizun had came first. Now he gripped the other's thighs tightly holding his husband in place while he fucked his bruised thighs mercilessly until he came as well, painting the backs of Shizun’s thighs a creamy white. The two lay there still embracing. Luo Binghe lazily kissed Shen Qingqiu, being gentle with his red and swollen lips. Pulling away the demon lord half-stifled a yawn.
“This one will help clean you up and then we can go to bed.” Binghe offered while he began to sit up.
A dainty but firm hand pushed Binghe back down into the mattress and Shen Qingqiu sat up instead.
“Oh no, I think Binghe is mistaken. You see this husband wanted to sleep earlier but instead indulged Binghe. Now I think it is time for Binghe to do the same.” Shen Qingqiu says reaching for the oil and deliberately coats his fingers.
At least for now neither of them were getting sleep tonight.