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It’s not as if Shen Qingqiu had any other choice but to wear Luo Binghe’s robe. The Water Prison is cold, he would have frozen if he hadn’t put the robe on! He didn’t have a choice. Otherwise, he never would have put the robe on, he’s not one of Luo Binghe’s wives!
Not that he has any yet.
Speaking of which, his disciple is behind on that. Come on, Binghe! This master is rooting for you!
He’s down at least one since that stunt he pulled with the Little Palace Mistress. Which is beside the point, of course.
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know what to make of yesterday. First, Luo Binghe is raging around, then he rips Shen Qingqiu’s robes (thanks for nothing, System) and his mood changes on a dime.
Honestly, his disciple is giving his poor Shizun whiplash lately. If Shen Qingqiu didn’t know Binghe better, he’d think that he was flustered. Almost like a blushing maiden after stumbling across her crush bathing alone (a trope seen in Proud Immortal Demon Way time and time again).
Except Binghe would be the blushing maiden here, which doesn’t make sense!
Was it just that upsetting for Binghe to see another man so exposed? That could be it. He’s had nothing but time to contemplate this, but oh well. At least he got a replacement robe for the one that was destroyed. Otherwise, this cold would have been miserable.
Just then, the stone path rose and the water curtain receded. Something stirred in Shen Qingqiu’s stomach— probably dread, it was making him feel all jittery. Was it Luo Binghe?
That jittery feeling comes to a height when Luo Binghe strides down the stone path, face set. He’s wearing a different robe than yesterday, of course. For a moment, he falters when he sees his own robe wrapped around Shen Qingqiu, but only for a moment. Then he’s composed again, the picture of a future demon emperor.
Shen Qingqiu plucks at it nervously, now acutely aware of the way it hangs off of him slightly. Should he take it off? It’s probably too late for that. “What have you come here for?”
Luo Binghe gives him that poison-sweet smile again. This time, it’s barely sweet and more poison. “Am I not allowed to visit my Shizun? Does the sight of me displease you that much?”
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t have a response to this. He’s not sure there’s any satisfactory answer he could even give. What does he want? He’s been slowly advancing on Shen Qingqiu since he stepped onto the stone island. It’s making the jittery feeling worse. Slowly, he starts to edge away from Binghe.
Luo Binghe takes no notice of this, but keeps slowly meandering towards him, like he hasn’t noticed he’s doing it yet. Instead, his eyes fixate on his own robe on Shen Qingqiu. He looks like he wants to eat him alive. “I see that Shizun has gotten over his aversion to my clothing.”
Shen Qingqiu’s skin prickles, and he once again considers taking the robe off. He doesn’t think it’ll help. Unless he wants it back? This is his only layer!
No, no way he’s giving it back. He has nothing on under this! If Luo Binghe is that averse to his bare skin, then that’ll make things worse. “Yes. It’s cold in here, I didn’t want to freeze to death.”
Luo Binghe’s face stiffens at that, and Shen Qingqiu isn’t sure whether he’s glad to see the smile gone.
No, he isn't, this is worse. He looks mutinous. “Ah.” A nasty smile spreads across his face. “Well. It’s not as if you have any other robes to change into, do you? You’ll have to wear my filthy demon robes.”
Shen Qingqiu winces and edges away. “You could always just bring me replacements.”
“No.” Luo Binghe sneers, still advancing. “Do you deny it? You have made your views clear, Shizun.”
At this point, Shen Qingqiu is practically crab-walking away from him. “Stop that.” Is he finally going to try pushing him into the corrosive water?
Luo Binghe ignores him. He towers over Shen Qingqiu. “You know, it was a dirty trick you pulled yesterday.”
Shen Qingqiu blinks, confused. Then he frowns. Having his clothes destroyed is a trick now? It wasn’t his idea. “You mean when you ripped my clothes off? How was that a trick?”
“Oh come now—” Shen Qingqiu’s robe slips down his shoulder, catching Luo Binghe’s eyes. He hurriedly yanks it back up. Luo Binghe’s eyes slowly trail back to meet Shen Qingqiu’s. Oh, don’t look like that, it’s not his fault the robe doesn’t fit! “You know, you have been rather unfair to me, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart twinges. The Abyss, again. And again, Shen Qingqiu has no explanation for him. What would he believe, nevermind accept? If he had had the choice, he would have sweeped Binghe right back home. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Mm. Right.” Luo Binghe advances on him. That spiky aura around him is putting Shen Qingqiu on edge and that look in his eye doesn’t bode well. His eyes are intense and he keeps looking at Shen Qingqiu like one might measure up a cut of meat. “It has been a while since this disciple has seen Shizun so… undressed.”
Shen Qingqiu’s heart jolts in his chest at the memory— his chest bare and bound, the thin cables digging into his skin while he tries not to think about how red he is. Luo Binghe is much too close, it’s giving Shen Qingqiu all sorts of jittery feelings especially with that kind of talk. He scrambles back.
His hand comes down on nothing and he yelps, tipping back.
Luo Binghe’s hand presses into his back, pulling him upright. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widen, glancing back at the corrosive water right below him. When he wasn’t looking, he’d gotten to his knees to catch him. “Careful, Shizun. You almost fell right in in your hurry to get away from me.”
Shen Qingqiu wishes he had his fan with him, something to cover his face at all because Binghe is way too close to him. Luo Binghe has yanked him so forcefully back that he’s practically lodged between his thighs. And that hand. It’s so warm, and shudders go up his spine with the press of it on his back.
“Let go of me, Luo Binghe.” He’s been cornered this easily. With his hands bound, there’s not much he can do.
Luo Binghe meets his gaze and it burns right to the core of him. “Make me.”
Make you? The nerve, they both know that he’s bound. Shen Qingqiu knows he’s being mocked, but it’s worth a try, right? He should at least try. How would it look if he didn’t try to get out of this position? If he were a woman, it would look very compromising.
Shen Qingqiu glances behind him at the corrosive water behind him, and then back at Luo Binghe, cornering him with his powerful thighs on the platform. Their legs are pressed together, and he can feel how warm his thighs are. His hand is still on his back, even though Shen Qingqiu is solidly back on the platform.
Mm, no. No, it’s much too risky. Sure, he could just stand up, maybe knee him in the face and spring away, but is the risk worth it? The water is very, very close after all.
Well, maybe not that close.
Shen Qingqiu waves away the other solutions generating themselves in his head. Quiet! The water is close enough. No, he’s out of options. Best to just wait this out.
When he does nothing, Luo Binghe smiles with a sharp glint in his eye. “Anyway, Shizun, I’m not holding you.” He pulls Shen Qingqiu in by the small of his back, making him yelp, until he’s practically in his lap.
And he thought they were close before. This is too much, far too much for an old man. His free hand slips up to grab his wrists where they’re bound together. “ Now I am holding you.”
Shen Qingqiu thinks that grabbing his wrists was a bit redundant. He’s already tied up, at this point it’s like holding hands! Then he stops himself. He’s sitting in Luo Binghe’s lap, stop focusing on the wrong things!
In the back of his mind, it occurs to him he’s never sat in anyone’s lap before. Shen Qingqiu straightens up, but it’s difficult to look authoritative in someone’s lap. “What is the meaning of this? If you’re going to kill me, just do it.”
“Who said anything about that?” Luo Binghe’s eyes sweep up and down him. As if he doesn’t already know what he looks like. “I was thinking of bringing you some new robes, since it upsets you so much to have to touch mine. But I think you can bear to keep them on. What will people say when you turn up to your trial in my clothing?”
Probably nothing nice, Shen Qingqiu thinks to himself.
He shifts around and brings them away from the edge of the platform, the hand on Shen Qingqiu’s back keeping him in place. Even with a grown man on his lap, he doesn’t have any trouble with it. His disciple has grown up strong.
The hand on his wrists come up and tugs at the robe. Instead of tugging it back into place where it had begun to fall open in their struggle, he tugs it further open to expose his bare chest. Shen Qingqiu’s ears burn.
All of his layers had been ripped to shreds by Binghe yesterday, so all he had to cover himself up was his robe. Beyond that, nothing but his pants. Far less than he’s used to now.
Shen Qingqiu tries to shrug the robe back into place, but that just makes it worse. So he lifts up his bound hands to pull it back into place, but Luo Binghe’s grabs his wrists to stop him. He glares at him, but Luo Binghe’s gaze remains unfazed. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?” Luo Binghe replies, giving him an innocent look. His other hand traces a line down his chest, nuding the robe out of the way. It slips right down one of his shoulders, exposing one of his nipples.
“You’re— You know what you’re doing!” Shen Qingqiu sure doesn’t. Is stripping the only way he knows how to humiliate a man?
“Shizun is right.” Luo Binghe has the nerve to say it with another one of those dark looks. This time, his eyes are on his chest. He runs a finger right down the center of Shen Qingqiu’s chest, plucking the rope binding him. The corner of his mouth turns up. “You look so delicious, bound and exposed like this.”
Delicious? He’s not a piece of meat, Binghe! “Do you plan on eating me?” he demands, trying to ignore Luo Binghe playing with his bindings.
Luo Binghe’s eyes gleam. “That, and so, so much more, Shizun.” Ah. This isn’t how he planned on going out, made into a stew, but oh well. Luo Binghe pushes his robe down his shoulder and slides his hand up to tilt Shen Qingqiu’s face up. “This demon knows what a pretty prize you are. I will treat you well when we lie together.” His thumb runs over Shen Qingqiu’s mouth.
Shen Qingqiu’s mind skips like a broken record, running over those lines again and again in his head. No no, this doesn’t make sense. The more he tries to make it fit, the more those sentences smash his careful constructions to bits. Has he misunderstood this entire situation?
Lie together?? With a flush that goes down to his chest, he remembers the other meaning of “eat.”
“Mm, such a pretty blush. Is Shizun embarrassed?” Luo Binghe says, as if Shen Qingqiu’s mind isn’t scrambling to catch up.
“I’m— you’re not gay, Binghe!” he cries uselessly.
Binghe makes a bewildered face, faltering for a moment. He lets go of his face. “What does happiness have to do with this? What do you care about that, anyway?”
Shen Qingqiu ignores that jab, in favor of blurting, “I’m not a woman!” He’s not a wife, he can’t be! You’re making a mistake, Binghe!
“Mmm, I noticed,” Luo Binghe purrs, and palms his chest again, rolling one of his nipples between his fingers.
The pinch makes him inhale sharply and squirm against his grip. Clearly, Luo Binghe isn’t in a listening mood. He’s in a grope-your-Shizun mood.
“If it’s so horrible to think of lying with me,” Luo Binghe says bitterly, eyes locked on Shen Qingqiu’s poor abused chest. “Think of it as penance.”
Shen Qingqiu winces. C’mon Binghe, anyone would be glad to sleep with you, you’re the protagonist! Don’t look so down. Why are you wasting time on this old man? “Lying with you as penance? I don’t see why that—“
He’s cut off by an even harder pinch on his nipple, one that makes him cry out. He can’t help but squirm in his lap more against the touch. Stay still for fuck’s sake, you’re making this worse!
Luo Binghe watches him, eyes rapt on the movement of his thighs. “You don’t think you have anything to repent for?”
“I—” Luo Binghe pinches harder. How strong are his hands?? He can’t be expected to answer like this. The pain radiates from his chest, burning right through him. Shen Qingqiu squeezes his hands into fists, trying to stop his thighs from moving so much and failing. The pain is starting to cloud his mind. Maybe staying still doesn’t matter so much.
A mirthless laugh breaks through the fog. “Shizun likes this, doesn’t he?”
Shen Qingqiu blinks and shakes himself out of his pain-induced daze. Likes it? It’s pain! He’s not a masochist.
Luo Binghe finally releases his poor nipple and rubs at it where the skin is reddened. The relief is almost embarrassing. He can’t help but lean into the touch a little— it’s not as if he can soothe the pain himself. “You’ve been squirming in my lap since I laid hands on you and I’ve only gotten to your chest.” His hand slides down his side, making him shiver in its wake. It’s just cold, that’s all. “Shizun must be sensitive.”
Finally, it rests at his hip just below the waist of his pants, the last thing protecting his modesty. Luo Binghe’s thumb rubs at the skin above his hip. Shen Qingqiu jolts. He’s not used to being touched there. “What are you planning, Luo Binghe?” he grits out.
Luo Binghe’s eyes slide up to his, wide and calculating. “Haven’t I made it obvious, Shizun?” One of his thumbs slides below the waist of his pants. “I think you’re wearing too much clothing. It’s unsightly.”
“Don’t you—!” He pulls at where Luo Binghe is holding his wrists.
Luo Binghe undoes the ties of his pants with one hand, meeting his Shizun’s eyes as he does. Bastard. The waist falls open a bit, revealing a trail of soft hair that disappears into his pants. Luo Binghe strokes it with his thumb. “I wonder where this leads to,” he murmurs.
“Luo Binghe, please. You don’t want to do this.” Honestly, Shen Qingqiu has no idea why he would even do this. You’re wasting your time. Is he bored? Unlucky with ladies? Is this really a punishment? It feels like he’s stumbled into an alternate universe. Not even a fair one! His body is so sensitive from the cold, every touch feels like his body is being set on fire.
Luo Binghe scoffs. “You’ve proven to me you have no idea what I want.” His fingers dip into his pants. “Perhaps I could show you.” With that, his hand slides through the soft hair and right into the folds of his pussy.
“ Luo Binghe!” He tries to make it sound harsh, like a chide, but it comes out sounding pathetic.
Luo Binghe’s smile widens, and Shen Qingqiu is reminded of a wolf. “Shizun is so wet. You really do like being manhandled. I shall have to remember that.”
“I do not.” Yet, he can feel how slick he is from the slide of Luo Binghe’s fingers. His face burns. It’s not his fault— this is the protagonist! He can’t help but react.
It’s such a strange feeling. It occurs to Shen Qingqiu that this is the first time he’s been touched here across two lifetimes. Well, maybe not this particular body but does it really could if it wasn’t really you? Shen Qingqiu doesn’t think so. And of all people, it was Luo Binghe who was the first.
Luo Binghe’s face turns a bit grumpy at that. “Well. I can always trust your body to tell me the truth.”
At that, his fingers roll over his clit. Shen Qingqiu cries out and his hips buck in Luo Binghe’s lap as white-hot pleasure lances through his body. Not fair. He curses his body’s sensitivity.
“There it is.”
He keeps going, rolling right over the swollen head of his clit. Shen Qingqiu fights to sound coherent through it, even as his hips have betrayed him. “You’re really… Luo Binghe, this isn’t an appropriate punishment! I’m still your master!”
“Punishment,” Luo Binghe sneers, even though he himself called it a punishment. “I suppose for Shizun it is a punishment, is it?” Shen Qingqiu avoids his eyes at the name. It sharply reminds him that he’s being groped like a wife by his precious disciple. “Of all things, you’re being defiled by a demon. Poor Shizun. Will you ever be clean?”
It’s said with clear venom, but Shen Qingqiu can’t find the words to respond to the accusation. It’s hardly the point anyway. Can it really be called being “defiled”? It’s Luo Binghe! His dick is a cure-all in this universe, it’s basically a blessing for fuck’s sake.
The real problem is Shen Qingqiu’s thin face. How will he be able to look anyone in the eyes after being fingered in a man’s lap like this? And responding how he is!
That all goes out the window when his hips twitch downward and he feels a hard bulge. Shen Qingqiu looks down at it with wide eyes, but he already knows what it is. The tent in Luo Binghe’s robes is distinctive enough.
“So you’ve finally caught up.”
Shen Qingqiu hears Luo Binghe’s words, but they don’t register. His mind is too busy splintering in several directions.
- Luo Binghe is hard. At least mostly erect.
- Shen Qingqiu is a man! How has he gotten hard from this?
- His dick is fucking huge. It’s one thing to read about a “heavenly pillar” and one thing to feel exactly why it’s called a pillar!
He can only come to one conclusion. He fixes Luo Binghe with a look he hopes looks stern. Going by Luo Binghe’s smug reaction, he may or may not have been successful. “Is this because I… am not built like most men? You’re reacting to me as if I were a woman. Is that what I am to you?”
Luo Binghe scoffs. His fingers dip into the folds of Shen Qingqiu’s pussy. He winces. It’s unsettling that he’s able to act so casually whilst doing this to him and being so hard. “You misunderstand. I do not react like this to women.” He grinds up into Shen Qingqiu’s hips, eliciting a gasp. “I have no delusions about your manhood, Shizun, conventional or not. Rest assured.”
Rest assured? And here Shen Qingqiu thought he’d finally made sense of things. He thought maybe Binghe was lonely or something and got confused. But despite Shen Qingqiu not having the genitalia of most men, he sees him as a man just as well. Yet Shen Qingqiu can still feel how hard he is from this encounter. He does react like this to women…?
Shen Qingqiu’s mind almost snaps from the weight. Suddenly, he feels like his whole world has been inverted. “You like men?” he nearly shouts at him.
Luo Binghe looks mildly amused at his distress. “It’s a little late for that conversation, Shizun. I’m not attracted to all men, what do you take me for?” he says disdainfully. “I’m attracted to you.”
But he is a man! Luo Binghe just said himself that he sees Shen Qingqiu as a man! So he is gay! He’d dodged the question before.
Dear lord, Shen Qingqiu’s poor mind can’t keep up with all this. When did this happen? At the peak? Before he arrived or after? Has he always been this way? No, impossible.
Luo Binghe grinds against him again, forcefully bringing his mind back to the present. Shen Qingqiu clenches his teeth, forcing himself to be silent. “You’re getting distracted.” He sounds offended. What, he can’t be shocked? Fuck off! He’s doing his best!
Somehow, his hand slipped out of Shen Qingqiu’s pants without his notice. He’s now gripping his hip hard while he grinds against him. Shen Qingqiu can still see the wetness on his fingers.
“You’re really going to fuck me,” Shen Qingqiu murmurs, more to himself than anything.
Luo Binghe huffs. “I’m glad Shizun finally believes me about this, at least.”
The hand on his hip slides under his now very loose robe to the bare skin of his back. Before he can process it, Luo Binghe swings around and sprawls Shen Qingqiu to the ground. The hand on his back just barely stops him from smacking into the stone.
In this position, Luo Binghe is between his legs, the width of his body spreading them out. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know how he’s going to withstand this. Above him, his disciple’s fluffy hair blocks his vision so the only thing he can see is Luo Binghe.
“I want to see your face when I take you, Shizun.” The hand on his back pushes his ass upwards, making it easier for his other hand to slide his pants off. Too soon! A little warning, Binghe! Shen Qingqiu’s heart jumps into his throat and he pushes his thighs together. It does no good.
Instead, he squeezes his eyes shut as the cold air hits more and more of his legs. When was the last time someone saw him naked? In either lifetime? Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want to see how exposed he is.
Luo Binghe grabs one of Shen Qingqiu’s bare thighs. “Shizun….”
At his tone, Shen Qingqiu opens his eyes out of curiosity. What he sees makes him try to cover his eyes with his bound hands, but he only succeeds at covering his mouth. Close enough.
Luo Binghe is staring at his pussy, like he’s never seen one before. Or like it’s the most wonderful thing he’s seen. Come on, Binghe, Shen Qingqiu thinks as he steadily gets overwhelmed by the attention. It’s just a vagina! His skin isn’t thick enough for this.
“It’s nothing special.” He tries to sound composed, like the peak lord he is. But how can anything sound composed with their legs spread like this?
Luo Binghe shakes his head, meeting his eyes. Shen Qingqiu looks away, unable to look at him like this. “It is. It’s Shizun.”
Apparently done playing around with him, Luo Binghe slides three fingers into his wet hole. Shen Qingqiu’s thighs clamp down on him at the stretch, but he takes no notice. “I wonder…. Has anyone ever touched you like this? Have you ever lain with someone?”
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know how to answer. Does he answer by soul or body? Either one is too embarrassing to say, he won’t admit his own lack of experience to Luo Binghe! Anyway, how is he supposed to explain that while it was him, it wasn’t him. Anyway, as if he would care.
“Well….” The half-baked explanation dies in his throat as Luo Binghe’s eyes flare.
He shuts his mouth. Clearly, that was the wrong answer and he refuses to mess it up further.
“I see,” Luo Binghe says through clenched teeth. His fingers slide out of him, leaving Shen Qingqiu feeling empty. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll make sure of that. You’ll never think of anyone ever again after this.” The way he mutters it makes it sound oddly like he’s reassuring himself and not ordering Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe reaches down to undo robes. He’s wearing lots more layers than Shen Qingqiu, but he seems way too impatient to take them all off. His fingers fumble and he glares at his clothes like they’re being difficult on purpose. It’s strangely endearing.
Finally, he just yanks open his clothes enough to expose his cock. In the process, his chest has been bared a bit, so Shen Qingqiu is slightly distracted during this. By the time his attention drifts back, there’s an erect cock between his legs.
A big one, both in thickness and length. Shen Qingqiu suddenly fears for the integrity of his pussy. And his insides. “Heavenly pillar.” He’s going to kill Airplane the next time he sees him. At this moment though, he’s endlessly grateful his pussy self-lubricates, there’s no lube in sight and he’s sure he’d die if he had to take that thing dry.
“Is Shizun pleased?” Luo Binghe says, grinning as he watches him stare.
Shen Qingqiu forces his eyes away and glares at Luo Binghe. “Don’t call me Shizun while you’re doing this to me.”
Luo Binghe presses his lips together. It looks like a pout. “Are you really in a place to be making demands?”
With that, he grabs himself and lines it up with Shen Qingqiu’s pussy. The warm head presses against him. His heart pounds in his chest. Damn it, he’s going to die.
Luo Binghe’s brows furrow in concentration, then his hips press forward.
At first, Luo Binghe’s cock just presses against his pussy. Shen Qingqiu can’t help but stare. It’s hard because his hands are bound, but he wants to see. Is it really going to go in?
Luo Binghe frowns and adjusts the angle of his hips. His cock’s head slides into his wet hole, making Shen Qingqiu jump. Fuck, this is really happening, isn’t it? It’s just the tip, but still, Luo Binghe really is going to stuff his cock inside him. Funny how life happens.
The pressure is almost painful, but then there’s a pop and Luo Binghe’s cock starts to slide inside him. Shen Qingqiu bites down hard on his lip. He can feel his pussy being forced open to accommodate Luo Binghe. The sight of his cock pushing inside him is too much, so he puts his head down. “You’re so… big,” he blurts out, then kicks himself.
Luo Binghe seems distracted though. His eyes have glazed over and he’s fixated on his cock disappearing into Shen Qingqiu. “ Shizun. You’re so tight, fuck.” Shen Qingqiu feels like he’s full already, but Luo Binghe keeps slowly pressing inside him. Somehow, he keeps finding more room inside him. He meets Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, looking slightly deranged.
“Whether or not this is your first time, this is our first time,” Luo Binghe breathes out. “And you will enjoy it.”
That sounds like an order. Finally, Shen Qingqiu feels the press of Luo Binghe’s hips against his pussy. He almost breathes a sigh of relief. He feels so, so full. Honestly, he has no idea how he took all of that cock, but he feels like he’s going to burst.
“Is Shizun ready?” Luo Binghe asks him, eyes blazing.
Shen Qingqiu’s face burns— not just because Luo Binghe is speaking to him whilst is cock is buried inside him. Also because he just took his disciple’s dick. All of it! Fuck, how has it come to this, his precious disciple doing this to him? And Shen Qingqiu was worrying about it fitting. “Does that really matter?” he manages.
Luo Binghe huffs. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He strokes Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. His skin shivers under his touch— ridiculous, as if his cock isn’t fully buried inside him. “I’ll try to be gentle. Since this is our first time.”
Shen Qingqiu wants to laugh. Gentle! When has Luo Binghe ever been known for his gentleness? He’s known for his skills as a lover, not for his gentleness. At least, the original version of him, not this Luo Binghe who apparently likes men.
Well actually, now that he’s thinking of it, isn’t Shen Qingqiu lucky? If he had to be taken like this by a man, it’s good it’s Binghe, right? Even without the wives (Shen Qingqiu’s heart twinges for the wives, now out of a harem apparently), those skills have to hold over, right? Maybe?
Either way, better Luo Binghe than someone like Mobei-jun. His dick would be cold! Shen Qingqiu is already cold enough, thank you very much.
Not that he’s thought about it, of course.
Luo Binghe pulls out of him almost all the way, then sinks back in, sighing in ecstasy. This time it goes easier, but it still feels like he’s being stretched so much. What would it have felt like without his fingers first?
He rubs Shen Qingqiu’s thigh in mock comfort, as if he isn’t fucking him on the floor of a prison. “There. You’re already so good at taking me.” Shen Qingqiu clenches his teeth. The slow pace is excruciating. He can feel every inch sink in and out of him. “What, nothing to say?”
No, he’s not falling into that trap. There’s no way that he’s going to sound coherent with Luo Binghe’s cock inside him. Isn’t this embarrassing enough?
When he stays silent, Luo Binghe glowers. “Fine. If this is so easy for you to stay silent during, perhaps I should fuck you properly.” He presses forward, until he’s looming over Shen Qingqiu, and starts fucking into him faster. The harsh pace forces a gasp out of him. “There’s your voice.”
Shen Qingqiu digs his nails into his fists. The slapping noise is obscene, amplified by the echo of the room. It feels harsh, and he wonders if Luo Binghe is trying to kill him. What a way to die though, dicked down by Luo Binghe!
He shoves that thought far, far away. Maybe Luo Binghe’s dick is scrambling his brain.
He’s brought back to himself by Luo Binghe’s hand fiddling with his robe. “It’s a bit late to worry about my modesty,” he huffs out, the words uneven from Luo Binghe’s thrusts.
Luo Binghe frowns at him. “You’re sounding a bit too coherent for my tastes.”
A million scenarios flash through his mind. Is Luo Binghe going to attack his chest again? Choke him? That last one gives him a strange feeling. His question is answered soon enough though.
Luo Binghe’s other hand rubs down his thigh to where his dick is thrusting in and out of Shen Qingqiu’s pussy. He splays his hand over Shen Qingqiu’s stomach and uses his thumb to play with his clit.
Shen Qingqiu jolts. “Luo Binghe!”
Luo Binghe smiles sinisterly, his teeth looking sharp. His eyes roam Shen Qingqiu’s body hungrily. “Does Shizun like it when I touch him there?”
“I told you not to— not to call me that.” His words waver, as hard as he tries to make them sound even. They were meant to sound stern, but they come out more as a plea.
Luo Binghe slams into him particularly hard, forcing a gasp out of him. “You don’t wish to be my Shizun anymore?”
“No, that’s not—!”
“Then Shizun it is,” Luo Binghe murmurs, looking pleased.
“Luo Bing— Ah!” Mid-sentence, Luo Binghe had rubbed down on his clit. He glares at Luo Binghe despite himself.
“You sound so good,” Luo Binghe breathes. Lies, he sounds embarrassing. Luo Binghe is probably just satisfied that he's been able to make Shen Qingqiu humiliate himself like this. His other hand is still playing with the edge of his own robe on Shen Qingqiu. “And this robe! I never dreamed that the first time I laid with you would be when you were wearing my clothes. It’s a good look on you.”
Being inside him must be loosening his tongue, Shen Qingqiu thinks. He’s learning all sorts of new things about Luo Binghe. Maybe he should have let him fuck him ages ago, it would have sped things up.
Shen Qingqiu beats that thought away.
“I want to make you feel good, Shizun. As good as you’re making me feel. Do you like this? Even though I’ve become degraded in your eyes, your body is still responding to mine, right?” The words tumble out, and Shen Qingqiu can barely keep up with them. Luo Binghe reaches over to pinch his hard nipple when he doesn’t respond. “Shi zuuun.”
It makes him cry out. The pain mixes with all the heat from his clit and Luo Binghe’s dick into something that makes his head spin. “You’re— I can’t, you’re too….”
He had meant to say: I can’t keep up a conversation like this, just who do you think I am! It didn’t work out. It does something though.
Luo Binghe moans. The sound goes right through him, and Shen Qingqiu can’t help but stare. This is how Luo Binghe’s face looks during sex, when someone else’s body is bringing him pleasure. When Shen Qingqiu is bringing him pleasure.
Pleasure apparently makes Luo Binghe very grabby. His hands are divided between his clit and abusing his poor chest. His hand squeezes his pecs and pinches his nipples, always hard and painful enough to make him arch up. It’s all so, so much, too much than he was built to handle maybe. The divide between pain and pleasure is getting thinner and thinner.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes stay fixed on Luo Binghe’s face though, like he’s trying to memorize every second of this. For the first time since they were reunited, he looks light, happy even. Shen Qingqiu can believe that that look on his face is genuine, that he really is enjoying this.
Penance?
No, this isn’t what penance is, penance is unpleasant. Shen Qingqiu’s mind is getting more and more slippery, so he doubts he’ll be able to put a proper name on it. Why not call it what it is: Luo Binghe fucking his brains out.
But it’s worth it, being so exposed and vulnerable like this. He’s caused his disciple enough pain. Can’t he be allowed to give him a bit of pleasure too?
He certainly doesn’t hear any complaints from the System, which surprises him a bit.
Luo Binghe has steadily been fucking him harder, hard enough that the force of his thrusts have been making Shen Qingqiu rock up the stone floor. Until he growls in frustration and releases Shen Qingqiu’s chest to hold him in place by his hip.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe moans. His hand is gripping Shen Qingqiu’s hip so hard he’s sure he’ll have bruises. “Does it feel good? Being fucked by a filthy demon ? ”
Shen Qingqiu bites down on his lip, but he has to say something, Luo Binghe is going to burn him alive at this rate. He wasn’t built for this. “ Ngh. Binghe please, it’s— ah!” Luo Binghe grinds his thumb down on his clit. The pleasure derails his train of thought. “ Fuck! Theretherethere, Binghe!”
“Yes,” Luo Binghe huffs. “Yes, let me make you feel good, Shizun. You don’t hate me when I’m fucking you like this, do you? You’re so good, Shizun, so beautiful.”
In the back of his addled mind, Shen Qingqiu registers and preens. Of all people, he’d been chosen. A removed part of him was sure that he’d be deeply humiliated by how he’s acting.
But in the moment he blames in on Luo Binghe’s dick, his wonderful dick fucking him stupid.
Luo Binghe groans at a particularly deep thrust. Through gritted teeth, he says, “‘m getting close. Where should I cum, Shizun? I could pull out, maybe cum all over those gorgeous tits of yours.” To emphasize this, he reaches up to harshly grab Shen Qingqiu’s chest, pinching the nipple roughly. He presses into the touch. “Maybe on your pretty face. Or should I cum right inside you?”
Shen Qingqiu wraps his legs around Luo Binghe. His mind is blessedly too soupy to think properly, but the other two options make his mouth water, but he aches at the thought of Binghe cumming anywhere but inside him.
Luo Binghe shifts his hand back down to hold Shen Qingqiu in place again. He leans over him and rolls his hips into him. “Oh, but Shizun. If I cum inside you… what if my seed impregnates you? Unless you want to be bred.”
Shen Qingqiu barely processes his words. His skin feels hot and he can barely cobble a thought together, nevermind a sentence. All he can manage are obscene noises that spur Luo Binghe on.
He is sure that if Luo Binghe cums anywhere else, he might tear up. But all he can do is lay there and take it, and hope.
“I think I will,” he purrs. “I’m going to breed you, Shizun.” Shen Qingqiu moans. “Oh, do you like that? You like the thought of a filthy demon like me knocking you up? Or maybe you’re too worked up to think properly. Either way, it’s happening.”
His thrusts get more and more uneven and rough as he gets closer. In the back of his mind, Shen Qingqiu wonders if he’ll be able to walk after this.
Luo Binghe presses his forehead to Shen Qingqiu’s, forcing eye contact. His eyes look hazy and wild. “I want you to look at me while I breed you. I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’ll have to get pregnant. Or I’ll just fuck you as many times as it takes to knock you up. You’re mine. You can’t leave if I get you pregnant, you’ll be mine, Shizun. Forever!”
His hand still works on Shen Qingqiu’s clit. He feels like his brain is going to leak out of his ears.
Luo Binghe’s cock slams into him at the same time he rubs onto his clit. Shen Qingqiu can’t take anymore— he cums. He cries out obscenely as pleasure wracks his body.
Luo Binghe is speaking, saying something, but Shen Qingqiu can’t make out what it is. He’s being fucked so hard, he hopes it never ends.
Luo Binghe buries his cock inside him, as deep as he can, and Shen Qingqiu feels a pressure. Did he get thicker? Luo Binghe’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t pull out. His precious disciple keeps grinding his cock into him, forcing more and more pleasure out of him until Shen Qingqiu is a writhing mess under him.
The pressure grows, like something’s swelling inside him. Luo Binghe is babbling, pressing his forehead into his. His eyes are wide. He wants to comfort his disciple, but his hands are bound. Don’t worry, you’re doing well, Binghe.
Finally, it tops out. Luo Binghe tries to pull out of him (to Shen Qingqiu’s displeasure) but Shen Qingqiu goes with him. He’s stuck.
That’s when Shen Qingqiu feels a spurt of warmth deep inside him and Luo Binghe gasps and buries his face in his Shizun’s neck. He feels his moans rumble through him as he cums.
As Shen Qingqiu comes down from his orgasm, he becomes more and more aware of Luo Binghe’s seed being pumped into him. It keeps coming, but more importantly, there’s the thing stopping it up.
A knot. Shen Qingqiu’s soggy mind only just now places the swelling sensation. Demon fertility is difficult, but demons have survived for a reason. Knots ensure not a drop of their viable seed is wasted. Of course, the catch is that demons can knot their partners only very rarely and during various, but very specific, circumstances.
Some triggers include certain plants, stress, or it can simply just be random. Very unhelpful, Airplane!
It’s an obscure piece of lore that only came up once or so during Proud Immortal Demon Way, but Shen Qingqiu held onto it.
His body is slowly shifting into oversensitivity— the knot feels so big, and he has to wonder how much of Luo Binghe’s cum is inside him. He’s going to be sore after this. And humans are more fertile than demons, so there’s a good chance he could get pregnant from this.
Slowly, he becomes aware of a wetness on his neck where Binghe has pressed his face into it. Is he licking him?
“Binghe?” he mutters vaguely. The word manages to sound coherent.
Luo Binghe pushes his face further into his neck, but doesn’t respond. Shen Qingqiu decides to leave it be. He just got fucked within an inch of his life— if Luo Binghe doesn’t want to talk, so be it!
So they lie there, locked together on the stone floor for a chunk of time. Shen Qingqiu slowly becomes aware of the weight of what they’ve done. His memories are crystal clear, but he wishes they weren’t. What the hell was he thinking? He gets fucked once and suddenly he’s a pillow princess?
Shen Qingqiu grimaces. No, no. It can’t be taken back.
Anyway, it’s not like it was his fault, wasn’t it? Luo Binghe… forced himself on him? Yes, that’s it, Shen Qingqiu thinks to himself, purposefully overlooking the way he’d wrapped his legs around Luo Binghe, how he’d begged for more, Luo Binghe calling beautiful, the way he—
Shen Qingqiu forces his thoughts back on track. That’s the other thing. This is the protagonist! He has countless halos. It’s only natural that Shen Qingqiu would enjoy being fucked by him.
Yes, that’s it. Protagonist halo. Not anything else.
They lie there together in silence as they wait for Luo Binghe’s knot to go down. Usually, when this trope was used, it would be to allow heartfelt, hushed conversation between Luo Binghe and the wife of the week. Now, there’s only the rush of the water, Shen Qingqiu’s whirring thoughts, and the wetness on his neck.
He wonders if Luo Binghe’s cum is impregnating him right now.
His face burns. Fuck, fuck. No, he can’t think about that.
Just then, Luo Binghe finally shifts. Shen Qingqiu looks down, but he doesn’t pry his face away from his neck.
Instead, he just stays there and starts to pull out. “Wait,” Shen Qingqiu says hurriedly. “You have to wait until it goes down or you’ll hurt me.”
Luo Binghe’s cock slides out of him. Oh. The knot had already gone down. Well shit.
Luo Binghe pushes himself up off of Shen Qingqiu, stuffing himself back into his robes. They still look disheveled.
Shen Qingqiu tries to push himself up to meet his eyes. “Luo Binghe….”
Luo Binghe tips his head so his hair hides his face and strides towards the stone path without a word.
Shen Qingqiu watches him go, still splayed on the floor. He tries to roll over and push himself up to follow, but his legs buckle underneath him. Where’s your manners, Binghe? You can’t just fuck someone like that and walk away! Is this how you’ll treat your harem? “Wait!”
Luo Binghe ignores Shen Qingqiu. The waterfall roars down behind him leaves Shen Qingqiu alone again— this time jelly-legged on the ground, nude, with cum leaking down his thighs.
He glares at the waterfall and tells himself the aching feeling in his chest is from being handled too hard.