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Liu Qingge is acting weird.
He’s fidgeting, presumably with something in his sleeve but Shen Qingqiu hasn’t managed to see what it is yet. If he had found something interesting while out traveling he would have shown it to Shen Qingqiu right away. And if it were something cursed, then Shen Qingqiu would have some cross words to share with him, especially after the last time they had found a cursed knife and Liu Qingge had carelessly picked it up.
Shen Qingqiu draws the candle closer then returns to his work, grading the compositions his higher level students had turned in. He’s leaning heavily on the original good’s knowledge right now because he doesn’t know anything about musical notions, let alone composing songs. But he’s been learning alongside his students and there’s some sections that he can tell on his own are wrong so progress!
Shen Qingqiu manages to finish the composition he’s working on but pauses before grabbing the next, as Liu Qingge’s fidgeting is getting louder. Liu Qingge isn’t well suited to silence and quiet contemplation, his thinking always requires some kind of action.
“If there’s something this shidi wants to discuss, he knows that this shixiong is always willing to listen, right?” Shen Qingqiu says before Liu Qingge can get up and start pacing around. He can’t keep a rhythm in his head if Liu Qingge is stomping about.
Liu Qingge jolts like he’s been stabbed and Shen Qingqiu sets his brush down with a sigh.
“I’m not- It’s not- I wasn’t poisoned!”
Shen Qingqiu raises an eyebrow at that highly specific statement and Liu Qingge turns red.
“I didn’t think that but now I’m concerned you were.”
Liu Qingge snaps his lips shut and as confused Shen Qingqiu is, he can’t help but think about how funny he looks right now. The War God of Cang Qiong, red faced with his lips clamped together like he’s physically trying to hold in a secret.
“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but I’m not going to lie, Liu-shidi, you’re kind of worrying me.” Shen Qingqiu looks him over again, trying to find some kind of injury.
“I’m not injured.”
“Okay. But you do understand why I can’t take that statement at face value, right?”
Liu Qingge stares at him for a moment then makes a face, displeased at the truth of that statement. Yue Qingyuan is probably the only other person in the sect who is as bad at downplaying his injuries as Liu Qingge. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t mention that little disciple Luo Binghe is also as bad. He’s surrounded by these sorts of idiots. It comes with the xianxia territory, he thinks.
Either way, it means that now that Shen Qingqiu’s suspicions have been raised, he’s probably not going to rest until he finds out exactly what is bothering Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge seems to realize this because he finally heaves out a giant sigh then sits down across Shen Qingqiu’s desk. He slams down a tiny glass bottle, sending the loose papers fluttering off his desk.
“Why.” Shen Qingqiu glares at him and normally Liu Qingge would start cleaning up his mess. But today he’s just sitting with his arms crossed, not meeting his eyes, and is he blushing? “What is this?” Shen Qingqiu says, tilting the vial to see the liquid better. It’s a bright pink and looks so out of place here. He holds it up to the nearest candle light. Liu Qingge mumbles something. “What was that?”
“Aphrodisiac!”
Shen Qingqiu nearly drops it but he manages to catch the neck of the vial. He slowly lowers it so he can stare at Liu Qingge. They’re quiet for a painfully long minute. It’s late enough that there’s no background sect activity and the silence is loud enough that Liu Qingge winces.
“Ah.”
Liu Qingge tries to gesture but he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands. And he’s so embarrassed he can’t even speak or make noises.
“Stop, just…stop.” Shen Qingqiu raises a hand and sets the vial down on his desk. He stares at it for another moment then turns to Liu Qingge. “How did you get this?”
Liu Qingge mumbles something and the only thing Shen Qingqiu picks up is the word ‘reward’ which makes sense. He’s not even sure Liu Qingge would know where to buy something like this. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t even know! Though he can cheat using the System so perhaps he does count as knowing.
“Well. What now?” Shen Qingqiu looks at Liu Qingge.
“What now? What ‘what now’t?”
“Don’t repeat me like that. You have it on you for a reason. Do you want us to try it out?”
Liu Qingge gapes at him then slams his mouth shut so hard that Shen Qingqiu’s teeth ache in sympathy. Embarrassment is creeping up on Shen Qingqiu, he can feel it tingling at the back of his neck, but the ridiculousness of Liu Qingge’s presentation is keeping it at bay. Still, the absurdity will wear off soon, and Shen Qingqiu needs to figure out what the next steps of this conversation are going to be because fuck knows that Liu Qingge won’t get his shit together enough to say he wants them to try it out.
“Is it safe?”
“It should be. It came from the village. They’re known for making it.”
“Do you drink it like this? Do we both drink it? Or do we mix it into something?” Shen Qingqiu takes the bottle and looks at it again. The mixture makes a light sloshing sound as he shakes it so it seems like a thin formula.
“I…don’t know. I think we each take a drink.”
Shen Qingqiu nods. He can picture Liu Qingge trying to escape such a conversation perfectly, and he’s surprised Liu Qingge remembered even that much.
Then awkward silence descends.
He hasn’t felt like this around Liu Qingge since they began their relationship and somehow, that pisses Shen Qingqiu off. Shen Qingqiu grabs the vial and stands up, ignoring how he makes a bigger mess of papers, and gestures to Liu Qingge to follow him. Liu Qingge doesn’t hesitate, following Shen Qingqiu into their bedroom, and when Shen Qingqiu starts taking his clothes off, Liu Qingge’s eyes open wide before he starts frantically stripping his outerwear.
“Tell me what led to you getting gifted an aphrodisiac as a reward,” Shen Qingqiu demands as they settle on the bed. They’ve left their inner robes on but Liu Qingge’s shirt is wide open and Shen Qingqiu takes advantage to press a hand against his chest as he’s pushed down.
Liu Qingge nods but takes the vial first, meeting Shen Qingqiu’s gaze again before he takes a drink. Then he takes another and pushes his lips to Shen Qingqiu’s, giving him a wet kiss as Shen Qingqiu drinks down the aphrodisiac from Liu Qingge’s mouth.
“Where did you learn to do that?!” Shen Qingqiu asks, licking his lips when they break apart. It’s actually really delicious, a rich blend of tropical fruits that probably shouldn’t even exist in this part of the world. But if shitty worldbuilder Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky wanted pineapples and coconuts, then aphrodisiacs were flavored like that, even if it didn’t make any sense for tropical plants like that to exist here.
“You did it to me the last time I got poisoned?” Liu Qingge draws back a little. “I was hallucinating and I refused to drink because I thought it was more poison so you gave me the cure like that.”
“Oh yeah, I did that.” Shen Qingqiu thinks back for a moment because honestly, it feels like Liu Qingge gets poisoned or injured a lot. And it always seems like the best or fastest cure is dual cultivation.
A few pointed comments from Mu Qingfang on the topic have made Shen Qingqiu suspicious of Liu Qingge’s injuries. But he doesn’t have any proof and it doesn’t seem like Liu Qingge to be so underhanded, especially since he’s very blunt about his desires for sex.
Shen Qingqiu licks his lips again. “So how long does this take to work?”
Liu Qingge shrugs, dipping down to kiss him again. They have an excellent round of sex and after, as the last vestiges of pleasure leave them, Shen Qingqiu reaches over to grab the bottle.
“Are you sure this is a real aphrodisiac? It didn’t do anything,” he says, on the verge of complaining. He’s not, he enjoyed himself immensely, and he’s going to have that delicious ache tomorrow in his body that he always has after they have sex. But he was definitely expecting something a little more intense and that did not happen.
“I don’t know. Why would they lie to me?” Liu Qingge asks, readjusting so he can press himself closer to Shen Qingqiu. He presses a light kiss to his shoulder, lingering like he wants to keep licking but holding back because he can sense that Shen Qingqiu is done for the night. “I killed the cursed wolves that were attacking them. It made sense they would want to thank me.”
“What kind of cursed wolves?” Shen Qingqiu asks and Liu Qingge responds with a chuckle.
He details what he remembers of them and Shen Qingqiu can think of at least three kinds in that area that fit his descriptions. That’s how Shen Qingqiu drifts off to sleep, as Liu Qingge strokes his hair and answers any questions he has about the wolves as he tries to identify them.
That should have been the end of it. But as Shen Qingqiu slumbers, his dream fades off; at first he wonders if it’s a dream demon but that’s not exactly right. His dream slowly morphs into something too hot and Shen Qingqiu fights to push the heat away. He doesn’t want to get burned.
Shen Qingqiu wakes with a gasp then a fierce shudder as Liu Qingge rams his cock up against him. He’s in between his cheeks, thrusting his penis wildly, and Shen Qingqiu moans as the thought of Liu Qingge using his lax body for his own pleasure. Liu Qingge has already ejaculated all over his back, thighs, and legs. He’s never felt like this, his thick and copious come splattered across his body, and he moans again at how many times Liu Qingge must have come all over him to have soaked him so thoroughly. Shen Qingqiu shoves his hand down to fist his cock, unable to think past the searing heat.
“Shen Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge pants against him, realizing that he was awake.
“More, more, more,” Shen Qingqiu pleads, rutting his ass back to grind against Liu Qingge. He grunts and adjusts himself so that his cock is in between Shen Qingqiu’s thighs. And he starts to thrust forward, like he’s fucking Shen Qingqiu, which is enough to send them both spiralling into orgasm.
Usually that’s enough but today, with the aphrodisiac coursing through them, it only spurs them on. Shen Qingqiu slicks his cock up with his own come, sighing in pleasure as his hand glides easily now. Liu Qingge doesn’t stop but he slows down a little, making his thrusts long and deliberate as he sucks and licks at Shen Qingqiu’s neck.
“Harder,” Shen Qingqiu pleads but he doesn’t know exactly what he’s asking for other than he wants them to continue.
“Yes.” Liu Qingge barely gets the word out before he bites down, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to hurt. Shen Qingqiu cries out and reaches up to press on the wound. But Liu Qingge catches his hand, kissing his wrist, leisurely fucking his thighs all the while. He licks at the bite marks on Shen Qingqiu’s neck, moaning as he does so, and Shen Qingqiu spirals into another climax.
Liu Qingge follows shortly, drenching Shen Qingqiu’s thighs in his come again. Shen Qingqiu squirms away, Liu Qingge’s cock slipping out with a sad squelch. He rolls onto his belly and gasps for breath, needing a reprieve even as his blood still boils. Liu Qingge has a similar aggravated expression but he’s fighting the urge to jump on Shen Qingqiu right away, recognizing he needs a moment.
Shen Qingqiu has just come twice in quick succession but he still aches, his cock hard and pulsing, like his heart is there instead of in his chest. It hurts and he can’t figure out if he truly wants more or if he can stop this to wait for the aphrodisiac to work through his system. Liu Qingge’s trembling slightly, working his cock as he wrestles with the same dilemma.
Shen Qingqiu scoops up some of Liu Qingge’s come and, while making eye contact with Liu Qingge, slips his fingers into his mouth. He barely manages to taste the salt of his come before Liu Qingge has pressed himself to Shen Qingqiu’s back and grabs his chin to kiss him stupid. Shen Qingqiu’s muffled squeak is swallowed up by Liu Qingge, who devours him.
Liu Qingge’s cock is throbbing hard against his backside. Shen Qingqiu submits to him, whining as it hurts to be denied but also hurts to hurtle towards another orgasm. He can’t break free of Liu Qingge’s grasp though and he comes like that, thrashing so hard he breaks their kiss and cries into the sheets.
Yet his cock is still hard and begging for more.
“Don’t touch it,” Shen Qingqiu pleads when Liu Qingge reaches down with the intention of grabbing his cock.
Liu Qingge pauses.
“But more?”
“Yes.” Shen Qingqiu cries a little. “But it hurts.”
“Oh.” Liu Qingge strokes his thighs, gliding his fingers through his own come as he tries to figure out how to satisfy Shen Qingqiu next. He spreads his legs, settling in between them, and Shen Qingqiu raises his hips once he realizes that Liu Qingge wants to lick his hole.
He doesn’t start sweetly; he just shoves his face into Shen Qingqiu’s ass. Shen Qingqiu grinds his cock against the soaked sheets, pushing his ass back into Liu Qingge’s mouth. Liu Qingge eats him out like he’s starving, digging his tongue inside and licking him thoroughly.
“Coming,” Shen Qingqiu gasps, trying to say more but all he can think about is getting Liu Qingge’s tongue deeper inside him.
Liu Qingge must hear him because he takes his thumbs and spreads Shen Qingqiu wide, sounding disgustingly satisfied as he licks every part he can reach. He doesn’t let Shen Qingqiu’s bucking throw him off and he doesn’t stop either. Shen Qingqiu comes and Liu Qingge eats him out the entire time, driving him towards another climax without pause. It feels amazing but it also makes Shen Qingqiu want to tear his skin off.
“Fuck me,” Shen Qingqiu begs, needing more even as he desperately wants to stop. It’s getting harder to think, not that the aphrodisiac has made it easy, but he’s also getting exhausted. It’s a mixed blessing that Liu Qingge’s stamina is so much more robust. He tilts his hips up into Liu Qingge’s persistent tongue, which is still digging deep inside him.
Liu Qingge either ignores him or doesn’t hear him, because he slips his finger into Shen Qingqiu’s ass, stirring him up even more. Shen Qingqiu moans, because he likes this, he really does, Liu Qingge’s gotten so good at fingering him now. But it hurts to come and it hurts not to come and Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know up from down right now.
Tears stream down his face as he humps the bed, the sweetly sour stench of their combined ejaculate rising fresh from the soaked sheets each time he does, but that only spurs him on more. He wants to pull away from Liu Qingge’s mouth which is practically attached to his hole but he also wants to push his tongue in deeper. Liu Qingge only moans in response, and when he shudders, his tongue flicking out wildly, Shen Qingqiu realizes he must have come just from eating him out.
Shen Qingqiu tries to say something but he doesn’t manage any words, only garbled noises of pained pleasure. Liu Qingge detaches long enough to drive two fingers inside him, making Shen Qingqiu climax again before he can even put his mouth back on him. He can’t stop crying, he can’t stop coming, he can’t stop shaking and trembling. It feels amazing but it also feels like he’s going to die.
Liu Qingge licks at him, unyielding, even as he fingers him so good. His fingers are so long and they reach deep inside, deeper than his tongue could, and Shen Qingqiu can’t fight them. All he can do is succumb to Liu Qingge’s deathly accurate strokes as he urges him towards yet another orgasm.
Shen Qingqiu feels his come hit his legs, feels it dripping down his body all over; there is no part of him that Liu Qingge has not come on, he thinks. And that’s enough to send him spiraling again.
He blacks out for a minute but comes back too soon, sobbing when he realizes he can’t pass out to escape. Liu Qingge slips his fingers out of him and with a last, wet, messy kiss on his hole, he shifts his body. Shen Qingqiu gives off a long, high pitched whine at the loss of Liu Qingge’s tongue. He tries to look back at him to beg him to continue but then realizes what Liu Qingge switched positions for as his cock starts nudging at his cheeks.
Shen Qingqiu reaches back with one hand to spread himself apart and Liu Qingge starts to push in, coming as he does so. That’s never happened before and Shen Qingqiu comes as well, clenching down as Liu Qingge drives his cock inside him. It’s the strangest sensation to have come pouring into his hole even as it’s driven out. But it just turns them both on more and Liu Qingge gives off his own sob as he starts fucking Shen Qingqiu, even though it hurts him to do so.
Shen Qingqiu wants to tell him he can stop, he can take a break, but his tongue is thick in his mouth and his brain is fried stupid. All that comes out are broken syllables and sobs, because he can’t stop wanting more even as he begs inwardly for it to all come to an end. He tries to thrust back onto Liu Qingge’s cock but his hips are weak and soft, barely meeting Liu Qingge’s enthusiastic fucking.
Shen Qingqiu finally drops flat on the bed, moaning and sobbing as Liu Qingge fucks him for what he’s worth. Or at least, what is left, because Shen Qingqiu is gone. He’s lost to the drug and he only took one goddamn sip.
Somehow, he’s not empty, and he continues to come, crying hard each time Liu Qingge fucks another climax out of him. His own orgasms don’t stop him, even as Liu Qingge begins to sob as well.
Liu Qingge falls forward, the solid weight both a torment and a delight to the overstimulated Shen Qingqiu, and he doesn’t even try to move away. But he makes a questioning noise and when Liu Qingge doesn’t respond, he thinks that Liu Qingge finally passed out. That doesn’t stop his cock though and he keeps thrusting deeper inside Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu pants heavily as Liu Qingge’s unconscious body fucks another climax out of him and that should be unfair, that even out of commission Liu Qingge can still do that. Then Liu Qingge comes, giving him a fresh coat of scalding hot come inside, and Shen Qingqiu moans as he jerks his ass back for more.
Neither of them stop, not until Liu Qingge wakes up after two more orgasms and starts ramming back into him. Shen Qingqiu cries silently, his voice hoarse from screaming and sobbing, only able to breathe heavily as he tries to endure and seek out more pleasure.
Liu Qingge pushes forward, deep inside, coming again. It seems like he’s angling for a pause until he leans back, slipping out of Shen Qingqiu’s abused hole. Shen Qingqiu gives a deep sigh, both out of relief and longing.
It hurts when Liu Qingge rolls him onto his back and Shen Qingqiu watches, his gaze hazy in his exhaustion, as Liu Qingge spreads his legs and enters him again. He doesn’t even jerk, too tired from all their fucking, and lets his legs fall where they may as Liu Qingge fucks him anew.
Liu Qingge bends down, pressing a kiss to his lax lips. His mouth moves like he’s saying something but his voice is also gone, ruined by all the screaming, crying, and sobbing they’ve done. Shen Qingqiu has never heard him so ragged but he’s not stopping yet, and Liu Qingge licks at all the saliva that has accumulated on Shen Qingqiu’s chin. He wants to beg Liu Qingge to stop but he can’t; all he manages is to open his mouth a little wider and another stream of drool escapes him. Liu Qingge doesn’t hesitate to drink it up, following it to kiss Shen Qingqiu again.
His cock never stops driving into him, and Shen Qingqiu whimpers as he comes like this. Liu Qingge is devouring everything of him. He’s going to leave him a husk. And Shen Qingqiu can’t, won’t fight it.
He manages to throw his head back when Liu Qingge stops kissing him so he can kiss his way down to his nipples. It’s good, it’s too good, and Shen Qingqiu is going to die like this. Liu Qingge’s cock is deep inside, his nipples are being licked and bitten, and it’s blissful torture.
Shen Qingqiu wrenches out one last cry, a hoarse high pitched wail as he comes for the last time, finally dry. With a spasm he can’t control, he pushes his hips forward into Liu Qingge’s frenzied thrusting, and he feels more than sees Liu Qingge push his cock as deep as he can before they pass out together.
Sleep is blissful but waking up is disgusting. Shen Qingqiu groans at the cold, sticky feeling but there’s no spot on the bed that isn’t wet with some kind of fluid. He looks over at Liu Qingge, who looks as rough as he feels. Liu Qingge whines, rubbing at his face even though that only makes everything worse. They’re truly a mess right now.
Shen Qingqiu wants to say something witty about how the aphrodisiac worked but he only manages a moan. Liu Qingge nods and reaches over, pulling Shen Qingqiu on top of him. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know if this is better, and Liu Qingge is still laying in the dirtiest bed Shen Qingqiu has ever had the misfortune of owning. But Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want to deal with cleaning up and so he passes out again like this, happy to use Liu Qingge as his mattress for now.
The second time they wake up, Shen Qingqiu is finally able to think straight, and he slowly inches himself off his Liu Qingge makeshift bed to go get a bath for them ready. Liu Qingge watches and follows, also taking him time getting up, and it isn’t until they’ve soaked for roughly an hour that Shen Qingqiu stretches his arms with a groan.
“Fuck,” he says, as loud as his abused vocal choards can manage.
Liu Qingge chuckles but he winces as he does, so Shen Qingqiu ignores it.
“Too much,” Liu Qingge says, but he says it thoughtfully, like if Shen Qingqiu asked to repeat the experience he would agree.
“Way too much,” Shen Qingqiu says firmly. “I’m tossing that shit.”
Liu Qingge blinks, and carefully does not say anything, which means he doesn’t like that idea. Shen Qingqiu’s jaw drops and Liu Qingge shrugs.
“I liked it.”
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe just a drop next time,” he says.
“Madman.”
Liu Qingge reaches out to hug him, slowly drawing him onto his lap so that the water doesn’t splash out of the basin, and setting his chin on his shoulder. He kisses him sweetly there.
“You can throw it away. I don’t mind.”
Shen Qingqiu lets him continue, enjoying the soft touches after last night’s debacle. He sighs after a few minutes, too tired to want to argue.
“Fine. We’ll keep it. But label it well and push it to the back of my drawer. I do not want to grab it on accident. I’ll die if we do it again like that.”
Liu Qingge agrees and Shen Qingqiu can tell he’s eager to try it out again.
“Crazy,” Shen Qingqiu mutters and Liu Qingge only smiles against his skin.
“Good gift,” Liu Qingge says.
“I don’t know if I’d call it that,” Shen Qingqiu says. “Memorable, sure. I need to find the name and figure out what it’s made of. That stuff is potent. Are you sure they didn’t give you directions? Maybe just a drop in your tea or something. One drink was wild. Imagine if someone drank the whole thing. I think they’d fuck themselves to death.”
Liu Qingge makes a noise, like he’s intrigued, and Shen Qingqiu reaches up to lightly smack his cheek.
“I’m not saying we should!”
“Good.” Shen Qingqiu sighs again, stretching his legs out. Everything aches.
The world of Proud Immortal Demon Way might be absolute bullshit, with a higher propensity for fuck or die scenarios than Shen Qingqiu is comfortable with, but going through them with Liu Qingge by his side is definitely a win for him.