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They looked happy together, just as they should. With the winter melting into spring and young master's meridians slowly but steadily healing, there was no wonder he'd smile so brightly at master Huaien, who no longer looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his thin shoulders.
Watching them from his place at the stables, Jinbao couldn't help but smile too. Supporting each other, young master and master Huaien truly came off as a couple newly in love. Not that Jinbao knew of such things.
"What's this? No needle and thread?"
He'd reckognize that dry voice anywhere and Jinbao simply kept grooming his horse Yingyue for the night while answering without looking up.
"If I catch anyone near the horses with a needle, I swear I will encourage them to kick said torturer before he can as much as raise it."
Que Siming chuckled from his place just outside the stall.
"Don't worry, horsemaster. My needles are reserved for hopeless, pining couples determined to put up a fight with nature itself."
"Are you saying young master's and master Huaien's relationship goes against nature?"
"No, you silly bodyguard. I'm saying the force of their mutual pining is strong enough to bear the pain of my treatment."
Jinbao huffed.
"I think they look good together and deserve to be happy after all they've been through."
"Very few people get what they deserve in this world."
"That doesn't mean we shouldn't try to be happy at all! And I'll keep serving young master and his partner of choice, for as long as he wants me to."
He'd not really meant to raise his voice and by the questioning look of Que Siming, it wasn't expected. The horse started scraping her hoof, growing impatient with the slow pace and Jinbao returned his focus onto her, hoping the doctor would leave.
He didn't.
"What makes you happy then, Jinbao?"
"What?"
Que Siming shrugged.
"You heard me."
"I... I don't think of such things! I'm a servant, it's not like I..."
"Have a choice?"
Strangely, the man sounded like he was concerned – or disappointed, perhaps? Ever since the... situation had changed between them, Jinbao found that he'd listen more closely to how Que Siming spoke, trying to spot the differences in his voice, seeing if he could trace out any tangible clue that the man liked him, and not just found him entertaining to be around as a means to make the days here less boring.
He still wasn't sure.
Between treating young master and preparing said treatment, there was little to do for the doctor, except having tedious meals with Su Yin, who seemed unable to speak of anything outside politics and the matter of family status.
Secretly amused, Jinbao had noticed the doctor was exceptionally disinterested in such things. But from that to being oblivious to the status of servants was just bizarre.
Putting the brush aside to check the hooves, Jinbao felt anything but amused right now. Que Siming had – perhaps accidently – pressed on a sore spot with his little comment, reminding Jinbao that even if young master's parents had formally released him and Zhaocai from service, it wasn't as easy to take to heart.
With the man silent but not leaving, Jinbao had to swallow a lump of what he refused to reckognize as sadness.
"If the miracle doctor wants me, then he should talk to young master and see if he's willing to release me from service and to what price. Servant or not, I'm a man of my word and I would rather die than betraying young master and his family."
Que Siming tilted his head.
"Are you saying that the only way for me to have you, would be to buy you as some possession? Like this beautiful horse here?"
"I'm not a horse..."
"But if you were, I bet you would've kicked me."
"Horses don't purposefully kick people who know how to handle them properly."
The doctor chuckled and he walked up to the mare's face, letting her nuzzle his hand to get to know him. She was a gentle, curious creature who naturally trusted humans.
"This one leads a good life, that's for sure."
"Of course she does! No animal in our care would ever be neglected or mistreated. The Jin family has always taken great pride in treating their animals with respect."
"And their servants too, I assume."
"Yes! I wont stand for anyone slandering the Jin family name by insinuating they're anything but decent and upstanding people. I have been with them since I was a child."
"What about your parents?"
"They had to sell me because my sister was sick and they couldn't afford to feed three children. Since I was the youngest and they already had a son, I was the obvious choice. Master and mistress Jin took me in as a playmate for young master and had it not been for them, I would have starved in the streets. I consider myself fortunate."
The doctor looked a little taken aback and in all honesty, Jinbao hadn't planned on making a speech but he really didn't want the man to think ill of the Jin family for any reason. They had suffered enough.
"Jinbao! Jinbao, is the divine doctor bullying you again? Hey, divine doctor, you can't treat him like some common servant, he might be slow, but he's a sensitive man at heart!"
The sound of young master's anything but low voice echoing over the yard, was more than Jinbao could take in this already tense situation. The humiliation of it all was just too much and he dropped the brush and hurried away without a word, servitude and grace be damned.
***
"Please, close the door."
It was unusual and frankly a bit satisfying to see the snarky doctor do what he was told. Su Yin was sick and tired of his own nephew's antics and the last thing he needed, was for Xiaobao's servant to get himself into trouble.
"Take a seat, miracle doctor."
Que Siming sat down with less grace than annoyance but considering his reputation and overall behavior, Su Yin took no offense. He folded his hands, sighing.
"Miracle doctor, would you mind telling me what's going on between you and Jinbao?"
"At this hour? That depends. I'm not obliged to give up any personal information concerning a patient's health or anything they've told me in confidence. And I'm even less willing to share my own private business. Has Jinbao been complaining about something health related?"
"Uhm... No. No, miracle doctor, not to my knowledge."
"Has he expressed a desire to not see me?"
"Certainly not! But Jinbao is not your patient, my nephew is."
The doctor made a smile that came off more like a threat.
"Is lord Su telling me that if he or anyone else besides young master Xiao Bao falls ill in this house, no one would ask for me to treat them?"
"Of course not! But miracle doctor doesn't need to use his precious time to... well..."
"Look after one of your nephew's bodyguards? Has it occurred to you, lord Su, that in order to protect your nephew from threats unrelated to his illness, it's of utmost importance thas his bodyguards are in good health?"
"Obviously, but..."
"And I assume you don't want to send for another doctor to treat Jinbao? After all, Huaien's reputation..."
"Alright, enough!"
It was bad enough that Xiaobao was a cut-sleeve who refused to marry a good woman, but the fact that he'd insisted on taking a man like Zongzheng Huai'en, who'd purposefully tried to deceive him by disguising himself as a woman and upon that, becoming a threat to the Jin family, was enough to send Su Yin into qi deviation, should he think about too much.
The thought of another doctor who might spread gossip around... Absolutely unthinkable!
Feeling like he was losing the power over his household one bewitched man at the time, Su Yin just rubbed his forehead.
"Very well, I wont pry into this any further, doctor Que. Just remember that Jinbao is a simpleminded man with a good heart who might not know how to... handle things outside his normal duties, if he's confused. I would appreciate if the divine doctor doesn't fill his head with empty promises and sweet talk, as he might take doctor Que on his word. Am I making myself clear?"
Que Siming, who had taken on an unusually blank face, looked straight at him, as if Su Yin had said something that didn't concern him in the slightest.
He rose from his seat and bowed.
"Quite clear, lord Su. I'll make sure Jinbao wont be... confused in my company anymore."
The icy tone didn't escape Su Yin's notice, nor how the doctor looked at him like he'd been issued a challenge. It wasn't a look that suggested he was used to come out defeated.
***
I'll make sure Jinbao wont be... confused in my company anymore.
He hadn't been mistaken and hadn't eavesdropped, he just so happened to walk by lord Su's window on his way to the armory. He'd heard the doctor's voice, his every word and Jinbao felt sick to his core.
How could he have been so stupid? So delusional?
He'd been following the doctor's lead like a puppydog eager for treats, so horribly easy to please. Que Siming had only needed to throw a few sweet words and caresses for Jinbao to lap it up as a dog allowed to clean it's master's bowl.
Shame and horror wasn't enough to describe what he felt. It was sickening the way he had allowed his desires to cloud his judgement and not seeing things as they were. He'd indulged in pleasures and selfish comfort without thinking of how it would make the Jin family look.
Jinbao forgot what errand he had at the armory and turned around, walked with his normal pace, keeping his face calm as he headed to the stables. At this hour, no one would be there but the horses and Jinbao went inside the warm stall where Yingyue was standing.
She'd been asleep but gave her human a welcoming nudge with her soft muzzle and Jinbao started crying into her neck. Like the intelligent creature she was, she let him cry and just kept chewing on her hay. The sound of her munching was grounding even as Jinbao cried from shame and the horrible sense of loss he couldn't help but feeling.
So, he'd been confused this whole time, thinking the doctor wouldn't play with his emotions like that. Everyone had realised that, discovered his inappropriate feelings even if they'd not shown it to his face.
What hurt the most was how well the doctor had treated him. How he had looked after him, helped him bathe, made sure he slept... Lingering by the more intimate details was too painful. To have what Jinbao had treasured as the sweetest memories tarnished was something he just couldn't handle now.
Worst of all: he'd felt safe with Que Siming. He'd felt tended to, cared for in a way he'd never experienced before. And it had all been his own, futile imagination.
***
It was getting late and still, no one had seen Jinbao since he'd been sent to the armory and Huai'en could tell Xiaobao was worried, pacing the room like an upset older brother.
"It's not like him to stay out late like this! What if something happened to him? Zhao Cai, are you sure he isn't in his room?"
"I'm sure, young master. We looked twice."
"Well, look a third time, then! And has anyone seen the divine doctor?"
"Are you feeling worse again, young master?"
"No, I want him to help looking! Huai'en, do something!"
Xiaobao was right that his loyal servant never went too far from his side unless he'd been ordered to. Honestly, Huai'en also felt like Xiaobao was making too much fuss about it. Jinbao was more than capable of taking care of himself and wouldn't dream of running away.
How ever, Xiaobao was upset and Huai'en was his spouse and so, Huai'en pulled his boots and cloak on, picked up his sword and kissed his man before heading out to search the grounds with his guards.
The weather wasn't terrible and no one had left the house by horse. The guards all swore they'd not seen a living soul who wasn't part of the nightly watch patrol and honestly, Huai'en wasn't sure if this was an actual emergency or simply a case of "man sleeping off his drunkenness somewhere".
After a quick search of the gardens, the main yard and the servant quarters, Huai'en began to wonder. It really wasn't like Jinbao at all, vanishing like this without a word or his...
His horse.
Of course. Huai'en cursed his own lack of thinking and headed straight to the stables. It was dark inside and he lit the lamp standing by the door as the horses kept sleeping, chewing and farting as they pleased.
It seemed like a good life.
Huai'en walked unhurried past the stalls until he found the right one and... No, no, a crying man servant was not any of Huai'en's business! Not even if it was Xiaobao's servant. Huai'en quickly made a quiet exit and stopped a guard who just walked by.
"I've found him and he's fine, just upset. Please, let Xiaobao know there's nothing to worry about and to stay in his room."
"Yes, sir."
"Oh, and I need someone fetching the divine doctor for me, at once. He's got work to do."
***
Jinbao had never thought of himself as an overly emotional person. If anything, he was the kind of man who'd more often try to calm and reassure others, not the other way around. It wasn't as if he had anything to be particularly upset about.
Until now, it seemed.
Yingyue idly chewed on her hay, allowing her human to stay with her and occasionally nudged him as if checking whether or not he was about to fall asleep.
"Jinbao?"
The sound of Que Siming's voice startled him, even if the doctor spoke in an unusually low and gentle tone. Jinbao peeked up from the mare's long neck and to his shame and horror, the doctor was standing right beside Yingyue's muzzle with a concerned look on his usually so unbothered face – and a folded blanket on his arm.
"You look cold."
Que Siming shook the blanket out and then draped it around Jinbao's shoulders. It was a very simple gesture, really. Something you'd do for someone who'd been out in the cold for too long. A friend or a shivering stranger.
"Lets go inside now. It's late."
Jinbao wasn't as sure of being more or less escorted with someone's arm around his shoulders. Que Siming didn't rush but rather let Jinbao set the pace, only deciding on the end point. It felt like relief, being lead like this, not having to do anything but lifting his feet, one at the time.
They didn't bump into anyone on their way to what Jinbao realised was the doctor's quarters. Too numb to turn around, Jinbao allowed himself to be directed inside to a chair by the fireplace and watched with heavy eyes how Que Siming put more wood on the fire and poured a cup from the pot kept warm on a tripod.
"Drink this."
If the brew had any medicinal purpose, the flowery smell didn't reveal it and Jinbao found the taste a bit unusual but surprisingly good. The doctor must've noticed his hesitation and made himself a cup too, sitting down on the other chair.
"It's only rose blossom from my garden, nothing special or high end like the kinds your master serves."
"Does... does the doctor miss home?"
"Please, don't use titles with me, Jinbao. It makes me feel like I'm nothing but my profession. Believe it or not, but I'm first and foremost a man."
The doctor sounded a bit weary, maybe it was exhausting to be greeted by everyone like you were the solution to every wound and illness. Thinking about it, Jinbao realised it was probably tiresome having to deal with people expecting miracles from you all the time.
Jinbao looked up from the steaming cup.
"Do you miss home... Que Siming?"
"Less now than when I first arrived."
"I... I assume treating young master is taking a toll on you as well."
"It does. But I don't regret coming here... Or staying."
"We're all very grateful for your work with young master..."
"Your master is just my patient, not the reason why I'm lingering."
They were talking in circles and Jinbao was tired inside out, not from a hard day's work, but the strange sense of emptiness he'd felt since accidently eavesdropping.
Fixating his eyes on the half empty cup, he knew there was no use in pretending.
"I heard your conversation with lord Su Yin. I wasn't eavesdropping, I just walked by and the window was open... I... I'm sorry if I've allowed myself to think that... That you... I know it's not my place to..."
"Jinbao?"
"Yes?"
"Did you enjoy the tea?"
"Oh? Oh, yes, very much!"
"I don't have much of it, the roses in my garden aren't all good for tea, so I cherish this kind a lot."
"I can understand that."
Que Siming took the teapot and refilled Jinbao's cup.
"Usually, I never offer as much as a sip of this to anyone."
Slow or not, Jinbao heard the implication loud and clear. He'd been offered something the doctor cherished too much to share and yet, Jinbao's cup was filled for a second time and servant or not, he was a man of flesh and blood too.
Que Siming rested his face in his hand, gaze uncharactaristically soft.
"And I would never let a lord of any kind dictate my personal life."
Most of the time, Que Siming wore his sarcasm and bluntness like an outer robe, using harsh words with the same precision he pressed acupuncture points. But now he sounded... not shy, really, but uncertain.
"Jinbao?"
"Yes?"
"You're not a horse or a courtesan or some lifeless item. If I wanted to purchase company, I'd visit a brothel."
"Then what am I to you, divine doctor?"
"Someone I'd share my best tea with."
The tea was of a light pink hue, like an early morning sky and it was one thing to cry alone in the stable and a whole other to do it now. The words, the concerned softness, the way Que Siming kept looking at him...
"Jinbao..."
The doctor moved closer, lifted his hand and used his thumb to stroke away Jinbao's sudden tears. Unable to stop himself, Jinbao took hold of the hand and pressed it to his cheek. It smelled from roses and Que Siming didn't pull back but scooted his own chair all the way into Jinbao's space and carefully took away the cup.
"You need to have a bath if you're to stay in here. It's not that you're... unusually dirty, but..."
"Oh, of course! The stable and all... gods, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking!"
Horrified by his lack of consideration for the doctor's urge for cleanliness, Jinbao made sure to keep himself very still while Que Siming called for warm water and a tub. It was convenient, being the only one standing between young master and death, Jinbao thought while hiding behind the screen to not become the next day's gossip.
Hearing the doctor order the servants around was a bit amusing, even in this situation with emotions running wild inside him. Que Siming made a huge deal of being tired and cold, having Jinbao smile from his hiding spot. It still took way too long for his taste until the door was shut again and the doctor's dry voice called out:
"Stop hiding, horsemaster. It's not boiling."
***
This time, Que Siming didn't help out, for which Jinbao was grateful. He scrubbed himself vigorously with soap and brush, stood up and rinsed twice, relieved to be left doing this alone. Once done, Jinbao found that the doctor had hung a simple set of underclothes and a robe on the screen and when he'd re-dressed, he walked out from the temporary privacy to see the doctor sitting by the fire.
Jinbao walked up to him, a little hesistantly, and the man turned around.
"Done already?"
Had it not been for the fact that Jinbao knew Que Siming was particular with cleanliness, he'd been annoyed for being spoken to as a child. Jinbao showed his hands.
"I wasn't negligent."
Inspecting his hands wasn't enough for the man though and Jinbao had to accept being looked over like a child, inwardly reminding himself it wasn't really about him, but the strange doctor's perks.
He waited for the man's verdict, but Que Siming didn't say anything. Instead he took Jinbao's hands again and pulled him close. Without even thinking about it, Jinbao once again got on his knees, not as a sign of submission or even respect. In a way, it was to get on the same level. It felt safer, somehow, to lean into the doctor's neck, not having those dark, peering eyes scrutinize his entire being.
Despite the clear strenght in his hands, the doctor's frame was more delicate than Jinbao's, clearly not used to battle in any way. Healthy but lacking any martial arts training. If anything, it should be Que Siming needing Jinbao's support, not the other way around.
The rustle from the man's sleeves spoke of fine materials, suitable for someone of high standing, the blue hue of the robes and unadorned hairpin suggesting something more practical than a nobleman.
Jinbao was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice how he held onto Que Siming's hand, nuzzling the back of it, brushing his lips across the knuckles. He did it on instinct, the softness of the man's skin too tempting to resist and unbidden, memories from that night in his embrace sprung to life. They'd never went any further than a few breathy kisses, for obvious reasons, but it was still the most intimate situation Jinbao had ever experienced with anyone.
He recalled resting on the man's arm, held close enough that only the exhaustion had stopped him from exploring any further.
He wasn't sleepy now. Instead, his skin was buzzing with a new but not unpleasant energy he still didn't quite know where to direct. In theory, he knew what he wanted, but to act on it was a whole other matter. Feeling stuck between his no longer so secret wants and the fear of ruining the moment, he kept his focus on Que Siming's hand, kissing the back of it all the way up to the wrist and the little sharp inhale from the man sent a jolt of need through Jinbao's body.
Being able to elicit such sounds from the doctor, was embolding. Jinbao moved closer and made place for himself between the man's legs, resting onto his chest.
It was a risky move and Jinbao knew that if he indeed had been wrong, it would be unbearable to stand the shame of throwing himself so shamelessly at the doctor.
When he wasn't pushed away, Jinbao forced himself to look up, to find the man's lips slightly parted, eyes completely open and Jinbao slowly moved his left hand to cup his neck, looking for any sign of refusal that didn't come. Instead, Que Siming quickly bent down and kissed him, hard, right on the mouth.
Parting just as fast, Jinbao was left panting and staring at the doctor, who looked like he was just as unsure of himself as Jinbao was. Que Siming's face was flushed and Jinbao steadied his grip around the nape of the man's neck, determined not to be a damn coward again.
He looked at the doctor, asking:
"Yes?"
The man nodded, sounding less than composed when answering:
"Yes... Gods, yes..."
***
It got easier. Feeling the anticipation and worry fading somewhat, Jinbao allowed himself to be in the moment, to really feel how Que Siming touched him, not like a doctor treating a patient or anything like a friend would do.
The room was pleasantly warm now, the chilly night outside shut away with whatever problems the morning might bring. Through the kisses, Que Siming nudged him to rise and on shaky legs, Jinbao got up and pulled the doctor with him to bed, stumbling down less than graceful but he no longer cared.
He'd wondered many times how a situation like this would play out, although those fantasies had never been about a man before, only women. Having been an unwilling witness to young master's escapades with women over the years – closed doors all too often didn't keep things private enough – Jinbao wouldn't say he was all that shy about it, but this was very different and the effect the doctor had on his body was certainly no less obvious than watching beautiful women in scandalous clothing had been.
Que Siming had landed right on top of him and for a moment it looked like he had something to say, but then the man simply started kissing him again, more fervent and rocked his hips forward, grinding down between Jinbao's legs.
Up until then, Jinbao had been so caught in navigating the new situation, he'd not given his own arousal much thought. With Que Siming now pressing himself onto it like a woman would, all Jinbao could think of doing, was to move his legs around and lock the man down harder, to get as much of that sweet pressure as possible.
Que Siming moaned and unbidden, Jinbao came to think of how he'd used to jolt in the saddle when first learning how to ride a horse, struggling to find balance. It wasn't the same feeling exactly, but not wholly unsimilar either, with how he kept Que Siming in place using his thigh muscles.
With only the layers of thin inner robes and underclothes as a barrier, Jinbao started feeling himself getting wetter, fabrics turning slick where he rutted against the doctor's hard cock. Maddening, truly, how little it took to feel so much but judging by the way Que Siming panted into the side of his neck, Jinbao wasn't the only one turning a bit overpowered by the situation.
Suddenly, the robes felt too warm, too constricting and perhaps Jinbao was more out of it than the doctor, because the thin clothes bit into his skin like too small cuffs, eating into him and he couldn't stand it anymore.
With a strenght he didn't know where it came from, Jinbao grabbed a fistful of his own robe and ripped it, like a savage and the doctor paused for a second, staring at him with his mouth in a shocked little o. Without a word, Que Siming swiftly opened his own underrobe and shirt, pulled them off and threw them right on the floor. He helped Jinbao out of the torn robe and shirt, leaving them discarded with his own.
Realising the usually so meticulous and frankly fussy doctor had foregone all propriety, Jinbao felt like he'd burst out of his own skin and he started fumbling with the lacings of his trousers, shyness gone with whatever sense of insecurity he had left.
They didn't talk, focused only on their rushed hands untying and tugging, impatient and if Jinbao was completely honest, a tad bit unsteady. He didn't dare looking down when his trousers got around his feet, nor meet Que Siming's gaze. It was almost too much to feel him like this, so utterly shameless, nothing left to cover himself with apart from the divine doctor's lean body.
Having no experience of this in the slightest, Jinbao all of a sudden felt horribly insecure. He didn't know how to make love to a man and had never really imagined it. Knowing the crude basics was one thing, but he'd never thought about how things might develop even after that first kiss.
All he was perfectly sure of, was that he wanted this and that he was terrified of making a fool out of himself. And as far as he knew, he had two choices. Either he could follow the doctor's lead and pretend he wasn't so insecure or...
"Q-Que Siming...?"
"Yes?"
"You-ah... you probably already know but... But I've never been with anyone before and I... I'm just... I don't really know how to... do this... I mean, I know in theory but I don't think I..."
"Hey... Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe."
The doctor's voice was warm and kind and Jinbao couldn't trace out any annoyance or mockery. He watched Que Siming undress himself fully and hold out his hand.
"Come here, lay down with me."
It was a sharp turn from the earlier rush, when Que Siming pulled Jinbao down beside him on the bed and had him lay by his side, an arm underneath his neck. He tucked them both in and then kissed Jinbao very slowly, spreading a palm over his belly, moving in light circles. The calming motion was nice, the way in which the doctor adjusted things to make Jinbao feel good.
He could feel the smooth touch of the man's cock brushing against his thigh. Being the sole focus of someone like this, was something entirely new. It made him feel self-conscious in a way he usually wasn't. With Que Siming's lightly travelling hand over his skin, his hips and thighs, Jinbao slowly started to relax more, enjoying the moment.
He took time to take in the doctor's face, the small pit in his chin, the slope of the nose, how soft his cheek felt against his own calloused hand. It was fascinating really, how despite not knowing how to handle a sword, in many ways Que Siming's hands held more power than his own. Jinbao closed his eyes and let himself just feel the touch, adjusting so to speak before he managed to reciprocate.
Starting with simply resting a hand on Que Siming's hip, Jinbao gradually began exploring, sliding over the curve of the doctor's ass down his thigh and up again, just back and forth a few times and Que Siming said nothing about the obvious lack of experience, but simply held him lightly, indulging the silent request to have a breather.
The weight of his minimal knowledge was more pressing now. What did the doctor expect of him? Would he want Jinbao on his belly and simply...?
The idea of being fucked by the man wasn't revolting, but it seemed too... soon? But what if Que Siming would be disappointed or worse, disgusted and repulsed by him if he didn't oblige?
"What's the matter?"
Fuck.
The man had noticed his hesitation. Jinbao was so ashamed he didn't dare to look at him and just pressed his face to his chest, hiding like a coward.
"Sweetheart, look at me."
It took all his willpower to obey but Que Siming didn't look angry or disappointed or even sporting his usual unimpressed face. He seemed concerned and took Jinbao's hand again, squeezing it gently.
"You're not required to be with me, you know that, right? If you want to stop at any point, for whatever reason, we'll stop."
"I don't."
"But you're very tense right now. Something's bothering you."
"I... I'm just... Please, don't laugh at me, I know I sound ridiculous already but I'm... worried."
"Why?"
It was horribly embarressing, having to spell it out like this but the doctor's patience was apparantly endless and Jinbao made a frustrated groan.
"Why do you have to make me say it, I'm already so ashamed! I'm scared it will hurt, alright!"
"Oh... Well, that explains things..."
The doctor chuckled and shook his head while stroking Jinbao's cheek.
"Silly man, there are more than one way to make love between men and none of them should involve actual pain. It's not supposed to be good for only one party either and while I'm sure it would be marvelous to have you sink down on my cock, it wont happen tonight."
"Then what...?"
Que Siming squeezed his hand and looked at him with a little smirk.
"You have the hands of a warrior, sweetheart, and I'm sure you know how to make good use of them..."
With that, Que Siming guided his hand down and yes, sure, Jinbao had touched himself plenty, of course he had, but he'd never done it to another man. The doctor's hard lenght was smooth to touch, foreskin pulled back and very wet at the tip.
I'm such an idiot, Jinbao lamented internally before he took the swollen member in hand and started stroking. Que Siming made a pleased little hum, leaned into his face and kissed him, breathy and deep.
"Ah... I was right... Warrior hands, indeed..."
The sounds from the doctor were wanton and completely shameless and Jinbao loved it. Being able to make such a powerful man moan like he had no care in the world was intoxicating. Jinbao mimicked how he would touch himself, rubbing his thumb across the tip, alternating the pressure and pace to see how the doctor would react.
Mesmerized, Jinbao watched him thrust into his hand, wet and hot to the touch and ancestors, the look on the man's face!
Que Siming had a little frown between his closed eyes, mouth parted and his hair was in a disarray. All but breathless from sight, Jinbao croaked out:
"Is... is it good like this?"
"You... ah... can't tell?!"
It made him smile, pleased that Que Siming would come apart like this by the mere use of his hand. Jinbao pulled the man to lie down on his back to give him more leverage to thrust and leaned on his elbow so he'd be able to take in the image.
How would it look if this wasn't his hand but...? The thought made his own cock twitch now but he wasn't ready to indulge in that mental image unless...
"Que Siming?"
"Y-yes?"
"You've been with other men before, right?"
Of all the things to say during this act! The doctor, how ever, just bursted out laughing, a loud and happy sound and rose on his elbows, panting.
"You silly, adorable man... We have to work on your bedroom talk..."
"I'm so..."
"Calm down, I'm just teasing you. You're not ruining things, if anything it only makes me want you even more... Come here, sweetheart..."
The doctor took his hand and removed it from his cock to place it underneath his balls.
"Feel me here... Yes, that's right, now add a little pressure. Ah!"
The little patch of skin between the balls and Que Siming's hole was no different than Jinbao's own, but he'd never really touched himself there, certainly not with this kind of pointed intent and Jinbao tried out rubbing a little, which released a truly filthy groan from the doctor.
Amazing.
"Is it really good?"
"You've never tried this out on yourself?"
"No..."
"Fuck, you've wasted time... Want me to... ah... reciprocate?"
"Yeah... I... I think so..."
Que Siming easily shifted them both and pulled Jinbao's leg up over his own hip before angling his hand upwards, foregoing Jinbao's cock. He put two fingers just under the balls, circling for moment and then slid a little further down to the puckered area and pressed upwards in a rubbing motion.
Jinbao gasped. It was... different and very arousing.
"It feels good, right?"
He could only nod in response and Que Siming hummed.
"It's a very sensitive area, on both men and women. I can tell you like it, with how wet you are... You're gonna get my hand all soaked, my little warrior seamstress. Would you like for me to add something?"
Already fuzzy with how good he felt, Jinbao could barely find his voice:
"Wh-what?"
"Since you obviously have no idea how it feels to be fucked by a man..."
The doctor lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned into Jinbao's ear:
"You don't know how good it can be... If it's done correctly with someone you want and trust, having a man fuck you... can make you see stars... Think of riding... when you're in control, you're setting the pace... horsemaster..."
Such filthy talk! The images this shameless man put into his head! The deviant finger pressed a little firmer and Jinbao moan into his wrist, biting down to try and level the intense pleasure out a bit.
Que Siming pasued and nibbled his ear.
"Imagine me on my back in this bed... and you, little horsemaster, on top of me... I'd slick myself up good... You can't be sparse with lubrication, that's very important. You don't want to accidently tear anything, it's a very sensitive place..."
He went back to rub again, this time his fingers were slick with Jinbao's precome and then he slid down just over his hole, not pressing in, just massaging around the rim, causing Jinbao to mewl like an animal.
"Do you like it, horsemaster?"
Voice lost somewhere in the midst of pleasure, Jinbao nodded fervently and the doctor chuckled into his ear.
"You have no idea how irresistable you are right now... I wish I could just lift you up and place you on my cock, see your face as you adjust... Not too fast, it's supposed to feel good... Does it, horsemaster?"
At that, Jinbao felt the presence of a slick finger onto his hole and since talking really seemed impossible now, he motioned himself towards the finger. The doctor – bless him! – immediately got the hint and pushed two fingers inside, slow and deliberate while keeping his thumb pressed to that oddly sensitive part and at this point, Jinbao really had no sense of shame left.
Que Siming fucked him in a steady pace, leaving his cock untouched and Jinbao couldn't make himself do it, being too busy taking in the raw pleasure from the doctor's wicked fingers and stream of filthy talk:
"As I said before, this can feel very good for men and women alike, but there's a key difference for men. Do you know why, horsemaster?"
"N-n... No, I... really don't..."
"Well, you see... if you press a little further up, men have this spot, that's..."
"Oh!"
"... very sensitive."
Jinbao almost shouted, stifling himself with the bend of his arm this time as the doctor pressed further up, hitting some strange point that made Jinbao shake from stimulation.
"How did that feel?"
"Wh... what was that?!"
"It's a gland only men have, connected to the seminal ducts... But you didn't ask me for a lesson in human atonomy, horsemaster. For a lot of men, being stimulated in that place, is a key reason as to why it feels so good to be with another man. I enjoy it myself too... You want me to do it again?"
"Please..."
The doctor kissed him then and returned to work that hidden spot with his fingers, while teasing relentlessly.
"You didn't know how good this could feel, did you, my little virgin horsemaster? I'm sure you didn't know about all the ways men have crafted various material into shape for this purpose alone... Have you ever seen a piece of smoothe jade, transformed to the shape of a cock? No, I would assume not, with the way you blush. It's not entirely uncommon, you know... The good ones are of course expensive and you have to use a lot of lubrication, but oh, little horsemaster, impaled on such a piece, some men can climax without even touching his cock..."
As if being issued an order he couldn't refuse, Jinbao felt his balls tighten and when the doctor made a final, wicked twist of his fingers, a wave of sudden ecstacy pushed him over the edge and he stared, dumbfounded, as he came untouched in fast pulses, falling apart under Que Siming's hands.
***
"You look like you've been milked of every drop of yang energy..."
It had taken more than a few breaths for Jinbao to resettle and the doctor held him through it, let him pant and shiver in his arms until he felt like he was still attached to his body. Que Siming kept him close, kissed his hair and stroked his back. Only once Jinbao was somewhat himself again, had the strange doctor taken himself in hand for his own release, before cleaning them both up and force him to roll over so he could put on fresh sheets.
They were back in bed now, clean and sated and the little comment made Jinbao let out a breathy laugh. He looked up at the doctor, who sported an awfully smug face.
"Don't you dare look at me like that, you... you deviant!"
Que Siming only grinned wider.
"You're the one who just stained the sheets, yet I'm the deviant?"
At that, Jinbao grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked the man's head, which of course only made him laugh. It was a nice sound, lively and unrestrained and Jinbao whined:
"It was your stains too and you've ruined me for women forever, you horrible pervert!"
"Oh, I have, have I?"
"Yes!"
"That's certainly tragic... What about other men, horsemaster?"
Jinbao pouted.
"Do you have other men, miracle doctor?"
The man shrugged.
"Well, unless all of my manly wives and male servants and cock craving concubines don't count..."
"Oh, you beast!"
Que Siming ducked another pillow and quickly pulled Jinbao into a fierce hug, chuckling.
"Am I a deviant? Perhaps. A pervert? On occasion. But as you know I'm also terribly fussy, impatient and too much human company makes me want to crawl into a hermitage."
He kissed Jinbao's forehead with a sigh, voice low and soft now.
"You have no competitors of any kind, horsemaster, I can assure you. And if a certain pampered little lord's stuck up uncle has any opinions on the matter... Then I guess the pampered little lord has to look for another doctor..."
"What?! You... you wouldn't stop treating young master, right?!"
"Of course not."
Jinbao let out a relieved sigh and Que Siming gave his usual smug smile.
"Of course I wouldn't stop the treatment, but..."
"But?"
"Su Yin doesn't need to know that."