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Shen Qingqiu pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs as he looks down at the pathetic bundle in Luo Binghe’s arms. Somehow it’s even worse than the last time. Not only is Yue Qingyuan bound from the neck down in ordinary rope, not even immortal binding cables, with a blinding, dopey, hopeful grin on his face, but the little beast has even gone so far as to blindfold him. Disgraceful! Embarrassing! How many pairs of eyes did his smug, unruly demon of a disciple parade his prize in front of on the way to the Bamboo House?
The worst part is that Shen Qingqiu can’t even wipe that smile off of the little beast’s face, and he knows it. Gritting his teeth with a flustered scowl, Shen Qingqiu forcefully slaps a privacy talisman onto the wall. Then he turns his ire onto an easier, more willing target.
“Idiot! Is this how a sect leader is meant to behave!?” Shen Qingqiu snaps at the little beast’s tame, obedient captive. Yue Qingyuan isn’t even trying to squirm free from his bonds. If anything, Shen Qingqiu’s sharp rebuke paints a flush on his cheeks as he turns his head toward the sound of Shen Qingqiu’s voice, like a flower following the sun.
Shen Qingqiu snaps open a fan to cover the flush rising on his own face. “Did you walk directly into a trap again!?”
“Why, no, Shizun!” The little beast rudely answers in place of the sect leader. “All this disciple had to do was ask whether Zhangmen-Shibo wishes to be tied up like a present for Shizun, and he offered his wrists willingly!”
Fuck. Shen Qingqiu should have been sitting down for this revelation. He braces himself against the wall, no longer confident in the strength of his own knees. “Is this true?” Shen Qingqiu croaks, his voice suddenly too thick to squeeze through his throat.
“Only for Qingqiu-shidi,” Yue Qingyuan answers tenderly.
Luo Binghe deposits the sect leader at Shen Qingqiu’s feet, grinning like he expects a reward for his shamelessness. If he were in his right mind, Shen Qingqiu ought to slap him for his insolence, even though he knows the little beast likes it.
Shen Qingqiu is far too weak to put the little beast in his place. His body is frozen. His mind is spinning in circles. He can’t stop staring down at his outrageous gift.
Qi-ge cares. He still cares so much it pierces Shen Qingqiu through the heart. All this time, how could Shen Qingqiu have blinded himself so thoroughly to the evidence right in front of his nose? It hurts to look at him, and the years worth of naked yearning plastered all over his earnest upturned face.
Why couldn’t Qi-ge come and save him, back then? Shen Qingqiu has resigned himself to live with the fact that he may never get an answer. It is more important to reach for comfort and affection and support than to keep prying at old wounds until he bleeds himself dry.
To think that they could have come to this understanding so much sooner, if only Shen Qingqiu had realized that the pain of being left behind once pales in comparison to the idea of losing Qi-ge for a second time.
It took the little beast, of all people, to teach him that. Shen Qingqiu could kick himself.
The little beast’s salacious voice abruptly tears Shen Qingqiu out of his reverie. “If Shizun wishes, this disciple could teach him how to tie Shibo up for his pleasure without causing him injury. Would Shizun like to try it?”
Shen Qingqiu’s spiraling thoughts promptly crash into a mountain and combust into ashes.
Now Qi-ge is rolling and squirming in his bonds, whimpering and mashing his face into Shen Qingqiu’s boots in an effort to get closer.
“Oh my, it appears that Shizun has forgotten how to walk!” Luo Binghe positively gloats in his moment of triumph. “Shall this disciple carry him to bed?”
Fuck it. “Yes and yes,” Shen Qingqiu answers, shredding the last of his dignity to pieces. Very carefully, he allows his knees to buckle, sagging gently into a sitting position on the floor.
Trembling with excitement, Yue Qingyuan pillows his head on Shen Qingqiu’s lap. Finding a growing hardness there doesn’t deter him in the slightest. He even dares to nuzzle up against it, lightly mouthing at the fabric of Shen Qingqiu’s trousers until Luo Binghe no longer lets him get away with it. The little beast plucks up one Peak Lord under each arm and hoists them into Shen Qingqiu’s bedroom like they weigh nothing at all.
Somewhere on the way to the bedroom, the fan drops unnoticed out of Shen Qingqiu’s slackened grip and onto the floor. Shen Qingqiu hasn’t even moved his own muscles and he is already gasping for breath. Letting Qi-ge watch was already devastating enough, but his touch!
Qi-ge could have pleasured him to dizzying completion right three in the doorway, in an embarrassingly short time, and Shen Qingqiu would have let him. Even if it was clumsy. Even with the little beast as an audience, jeering and mocking and offering scandalous suggestions.
Given how quickly Qi-ge made a mess of himself last time, Shen Qingqiu is reasonably certain he feels the same way.
“Qi-ge?” Shen Qingqiu murmurs softly as Luo Binghe sets them down face to face on the bed. “Why the blindfold? Was it your idea?”
“It was Luo-Shizhi’s suggestion,” Yue Qingyuan answers shyly. “When this Qi-ge asked how he may become a more... active participant, that is, if he is allowed...”
Shen Qingqiu reaches out to rest one hand on Qi-ge’s cheek. “Go on.”
“It was supposed to be less overwhelming this way,” Qi-ge blurts out, with his cheeks burning.
Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, flustered. “Is it helping?”
“Not in the slightest,” Qi-ge admits with an apologetic smile. “Even the hitch of Qingqiu-shidi’s breath is a feast for the senses. This Qi-ge cannot stop himself from overindulging.”
“All because of me?” Shen Qingqiu asks, his voice hushed even further in disbelief.
“All because of you,” Qi-ge agrees easily, then turns his face to press a kiss into the center of Shen Qingqiu’s palm.
*
Luo Binghe gleefully observes the shiver that runs through Shizun’s entire body.
Wow, Shizun hasn’t snapped at Luo Binghe at all! Shizun is so pliant for him today. He even admitted out loud that he wanted to be carried. Bridenapping Zhangmen-Shibo for Shizun is going even better than Luo Binghe imagined!
“So smooth, Shibo!” Luo Binghe cheers from the sidelines, applauding. “We will make a dual cultivation master out of you yet!”
“Luo-shizhi’s teachings are greatly appreciated,” Yue Qingyuan responds well to being praised, sincere and polite. He turns an alluring shade of cherry red, sporting a wide, pleased smile. The fact that Shizun has pulled him closer to bury his mortified face into Shibo’s shoulder likely also contributes a great deal to his buoyant mood.
Allowing Shizun a moment of reprieve without teasing him, Luo Binghe prompts him to take the next step in a calm, neutral tone. “Then, if Shibo is ready, Shizun may begin by untying him so that we can start over.”
Red-eared and avoiding Luo Binghe’s gaze, Shizun sits up on his knees and takes a deep breath to steady himself. He unties the knots at Yue-Shibo’s wrists, then carefully, gently nudges him this way and that as he unwinds the entire coil of rope from around his shoulders and his waist and his legs. Other than the prompting from Shizun’s hands, Yue-Shibo bites his lip and stays very, very still.
Shizun casts a furtive glance from Yue-Shibo to Luo Binghe and back. “Qi-ge? Are you alright?”
In response, the sect leader’s next exhale rushes out of him in a great gust as he struggles to relax. “It’s… quite warm in here, wouldn’t you agree?”
The moment Shizun’s thin-faced embarrassment leaves him is an intoxicating sight to behold. His dark eyes widen. His eyebrows fly upward in momentary surprise, then his expression softens into a mixture of fondness, awe, and pride, with just a hint of smugness around the edges. “Hmm, is that so?” Shen Qingqiu purrs knowingly in a silky voice that sends chills down Luo Binghe’s spine.
Luo Binghe suppresses the urge to snatch him up and bite him. Patience. He must focus on teaching Shizun how to tie the ropes, and then maybe if he is very good and Luo Binghe shows him there is nothing to be afraid of, Shizun will let Luo Binghe use them on him.
“Wait!”
Luo Binghe is snapped out of his daydream by the sect leader’s sharp gasp.
Shen Qingqiu pulls his hand away from the collar of Yue Qingyuan’s outer robe as if he has been burned, looking alarmed and hurt.
“I need a moment,” Yue Qingyuan pleads softly, curling in on himself with shame.
Luo Binghe takes pity on Shizun’s new toy. Now Luo Binghe needs to step in and salvage this moment before it can be soured with misunderstandings. “Too much, Shibo?” He asks.
Yue Qingyuan nods, taking deep, slow breaths until he can trust himself to speak. “I am afraid,” he mumbles, hesitant, “that if Qingqiu-shidi’s hands are the ones to unfasten these robes, it will all be over before I make it out of a single layer…”
“I don’t care,” Shen Qingqiu announces, stubborn. He reaches for Yue Qingyuan with both arms, wrapping him up in a tight embrace. “Don’t leave,” Shen Qingqiu adds more quietly, allowing a rare touch of vulnerability to bleed into his voice.
Yue-Shibo’s body relaxes instantly, but his voice begins to tremble. “Never, as long as this one’s presence is wanted. But then... how can I please Qingqiu-shidi?”
“Shibo has two hands and a mouth, does he not?” Luo Binghe suggests sagely. “Also, this disciple can teach Shibo a technique to revive Shizun for multiple rounds, if he is interested.”
“Oh.” Yue-Shibo’s hand flies up to his mouth, somewhere between scandalized and delighted.
“Qi-ge asked me, not you. Shut up and stop putting words into my mouth, little beast,” Shen Qingqiu snaps waspishly.
“Even if it’s true?” Luo Binghe can’t help goading him.
Shizun glowers at him. “Especially if it’s true.”
Luo Binghe grins back, unrepentant. “Then, is there anything else Shizun wishes to add?”
“Even without… all of that. I still don’t care,” Shizun mutters, vague with the full force of his embarrassment.
“What Shizun means is, he enjoys Yue-Shibo’s company, being held, having his hands and feet and back massaged, and being guarded by someone big and strong so that he can sleep peacefully,” Luo Binghe translates helpfully.
Abandoning Yue-Shibo, Shizun surges to his feet and takes all of his frustrations out on biting Luo Binghe’s neck, hard. “Why haven’t I murdered you yet?” Shizun asks casually when he pauses to take a breath.
Luo Binghe pins him to the wall and distracts him with kisses, prying Shizun’s robes open to skate his fingers over bare skin with just a touch of spiritual energy. He doesn’t stop until Shizun is gasping and covered in goosebumps.
Meanwhile, Yue Qingyuan hastily strips out of his robes before it’s too late, to the sound of Luo Binghe ravishing Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. He curls up, sitting on the bed with his chin on his knees, covering his ears with his hands. Judging by the silent movement of his lips, he may be counting backwards or repeating a mantra.
“You can’t kill me, Shizun,” Luo Binghe sing-songs. “You already tried!”
“Fuck off. You almost fooled me into believing that kiss was your answer.” Shizun grumbles mutinously. “Yue-shixiong could kill you, if he weren’t so busy walking blindly into traps.”
Luo Binghe pats Shen Qingqiu on the cheek with condescending affection. “With all due respect to Zhangmen-Shibo, no, he couldn’t. Silly Shizun.”
At the familiar sound of their bickering, Yue Qingyuan sits up straight and uncovers his ears, looking mildly relieved yet mildly concerned by their turn of conversation. Almost automatically, his hands start folding up his robes into a neat pile. “Surely it will never become be necessary to test this conjecture,” Yue-Shibo states diplomatically, with a tone that suggests he isn’t sure at all, and he really hopes Luo-Shizhi is joking.
“Of course not, Shibo.” In spite of his amusement, Luo Binghe tries for his most innocent, reassuring tone. “If this disciple were brutally murdered, then who would teach Shizun how to tie Shibo up with this rope?”
“A valid point.” Reminded of their shared goal, Shizun lets Luo Binghe’s teasing slide and allows himself to be distracted by the sight of Shibo’s well built, naked body. “This one sees that Qi-ge has saved himself a load of laundry, presumably at the expense of a great effort. Shall we reward his patience?”
Shibo flushes brightly, basking in Shizun’s attention.
Shizun allows his loosened robes to fall off of his shoulders into a messy heap, kicking off his boots and pants shortly afterward. “Well? Take your clothes off, little beast,” he demands imperiously.
Flirting with Shizun is so much fun! Luo Binghe undresses with a happy sigh. When he is finished, he pushes Shen Qingqiu backwards until his knees hit the bed, herding him into a sitting position beside Yue Qingyuan. “Now, how does Shizun want Shibo? On his front? On his back? With his wrists tied to the bed post?”
Flustered, Shizun clears his throat. “Face down,” he replies, trying to sound certain even though his eyes dart furtively back and forth between both of his lovers.
Yue Qingyuan eagerly lies down on across the full length of the bed, resting his head on his crossed arms.
Luo Binghe begins by offering to put him at ease. “Would Shibo feel more comfortable laying his chest on a soft cushion or pillow, so that he does not need to lie down with his head at an angle?”
He nods. “Yes, that’s very thoughtful, Luo-Shizhi. Thank you.” Beside him, Shizun looks contemplative with his small frown and furrowed brows, as if he is already taking mental notes.
Luo Binghe allows Shizun a moment to fuss over Shibo, then leans in close to guide Shizun’s hands. “Is Shibo ready? Let's tie Shibo's hands behind his back, for his comfort. We lift up Shibo's torso and thread the immortal binding cable diagonally across his chest, then around his waist, loop around both wrists, and wind back up in a crossed pattern to his opposite shoulder. Shizun should be careful not to tie the cable too tightly, or it may cause rope burns or restrict Shibo's breathing.”
Poor Shibo. He tried so hard to make it this far, but Shizun’s touch really is too much for him. “Xiao Jiu!” he cries with pleasure as the first coil of rope crosses his chest.
“Wrong. Try again,” Shizun growls, his expression thunderous. He tugs the rope too tight on purpose, leaving angry red marks on the sect leader’s bare skin.
Yue-Shibo cries even louder. “A-Jiu! Jiu-er! Didi!”
Luo Binghe is salivating, wild with jealousy. He needs Shizun to be exactly this mean to him this instant. Patience, patience, it can’t be much longer before his turn.
“Acceptable,” Shizun responds coolly, allowing the rope to slacken. He tries to continue tying the rope according to Luo Binghe’s directions, but Yue-Shibo is so far gone, rutting into the mattress, that Shizun has to straddle his thighs just to get him to stay still. “Will you stop squirming, Qi-ge!?” Shizun hisses, punctuating his frustration with a slap across Yue-Shibo’s ass.
After one last wail, Yue-Shibo is halfway tangled in the ropes and looking like he never wants to move a muscle again. He will never become the favorite husband, but Luo Binghe must admit that Yue-Shibo has fine taste.
“Well.” With a sigh of resignation, Shen Qingqiu tosses the now useless ends of the rope into the air. “So much for that attempt.”
“A-Jiu,” Yue Qingyuan whimpers as he recovers his breath. “I really, really enjoyed that.”
“I have eyes and ears, Qi-ge.” Shen Qingqiu pats him affectionately on the ass, mollified. He unties Yue Qingyuan’s blindfold, caresses Yue-Qingyuan’s strong brow and handsome cheek, then gently unwinds the half-tied rope from around Yue Qingyuan’s body. Yue-Shibo shudders and moans and melts into Shizun’s touch.
Luo Binghe falls to his knees behind Shizun on the bed, urgently kissing a trail up and across the length of his arms, neck and shoulders. He is not ashamed to resort to begging. “Me next! Please, Shizun, please!”
Shizun allows it only briefly before he testily swats Luo Binghe’s face away. “I am not finished.” He makes Luo Binghe wait while he tenderly rolls Yue-Shibo over to clean him up. Shizun even takes the time to wrap Shibo up in a full-body embrace for good measure. He tucks Yue-Shibo away in the corner between the edge of the bed and the wall.
Then he sits up. Unhurried, he stretches his arms over his head. Finally, Shizun purposefully loops the rope around his hand and elbow. Turning his hooded gaze toward Luo Binghe, he lifts his chin defiantly.
“Now,” Shizun’s silky voice gives Luo Binghe chills. “Would Disciple Luo care to repeat the lesson?”
Luo Binghe nearly weeps with joy. “Yes, Shizun!”
Shen Qingqiu traces a loop of rope just underneath Luo Binghe’s jaw. “Would Disciple Luo care to show Qi-ge how to hold still like a model victim?”
“Please, Shizun!” Luo Binghe eagerly steals the spot Yue Qingyuan recently vacated, pillows and all.
From the corner, Yue Qingyuan perks up and makes a valiant effort to sit upright in a lotus position, where he can watch.
Shen Qingqiu considers Luo Binghe coolly. “Hmm, no.” He nudges Luo Binghe’s waist with one knee. “I want you on your back.”
Even better! This way Luo Binghe can let his gaze roam across the expanse of Shizun’s bare skin to his heart’s content, or stare up at his cruel, beautiful face, drinking in every minute shift in Shizun’s expression with shining eyes.
Shizun begins to loop the rope around Luo Binghe’s back, and his waist, and his wrists. Not too loose. Not too tight. “Qi-ge, what shall we do with this insolent demon?” Shen Qingqiu asks conversationally.
“Won’t A-Jiu be lenient on him, for me?” Yue-Shibo implores softly. “I so rarely see A-Jiu bestow any open affection upon Luo-Shizhi. What better time than now, when there are no one’s eyes on you other than ours?”
Shizun’s eyes take on a wicked glint as he finishes binding together Luo Binghe’s legs and feet. “Yes, thank you, Qi-ge. That does sound like an appropriate punishment for revealing all of this master’s secrets.”
“Even if this disciple is good and patient and does not dare to move a muscle?” Luo Binghe’s eyes go wide, his body trembling with anticipation. What punishment does Shizun have in store for him?
“Oh, it’s far too late for that, little beast. The damage has already been done.” Shizun’s smile is broad and haughty and mean. “Although, perhaps we shall put that patience of yours to the test.”
Completely ignoring the aching need between Luo Binghe’s legs, Shizun traces his fingers in a light caress along Luo Binghe’s skin, just beside the pattern of the rope. Using only the gentlest touch, he pets diagonal stripes across Luo Binghe’s calves and thighs, brushes the dip of his waist, then follows the rope from his elbows to the coils around his wrists. Here, settling comfortably on his heels at Luo Binghe’s side, Shizun pauses to take in the sight of Luo Binghe’s sweating, shivering body. Then he leans in to press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
Luo Binghe whimpers.
Shen Qingqiu moves as slow as honey, digging the tip of his nose into the space beneath Luo Binghe’s ear as his lips brush against Luo Binghe’s fluttering pulse. He allows his lips to part slightly, licking at Luo Binghe’s artery with the tip of his tongue.
“Bite me! Slap me! Claw me!” Luo Binghe moans.
“The little beast will take exactly what this master gives him, and he will like it,” Shizun murmurs calmly against Luo Binghe’s neck.
He does, however, give Luo Binghe’s hip a sharp, cheeky pinch.
Luo Binghe arches his hips into thin air, unable to reach any part of Shizun’s body.
Shizun smirks to himself, then presses another soft kiss to the demon mark glowing on Luo Binghe’s forehead. Wrapping both arms around Luo Binghe’s shoulders, Shizun cards his fingers through Luo Binghe’s long cloud of hair in soothing, repetitive motions.
“Shizun is cruel! Shizun will allow this disciple to wither away to nothing!” Luo Binghe pouts, letting his lip wobble and his eyes well up with tears, even as he leans his head greedily into Shizun’s touch.
Shizun scoffs. “As if that will ever happen in a thousand years.” He scratches at Luo Binghe’s scalp, massaging in circles with his nails.
Luo Binghe tries to resist, but it feels too good. He lets his head tip back and his eyes fall closed, lost in the pleasant chills running down his spine. Giving up on his token complaints, Luo Binghe finally falls silent aside from his pleased sighs.
Shizun moves again. When Luo Binghe cracks open his eyes to see what he is doing next, Shizun’s expression has gone soft and relaxed. Rolling on top of Luo Binghe’s body, Shizun wraps both arms tightly around his waist. His warm sigh flutters against Luo Binghe’s shoulder as he presses a fresh kiss against Luo Binghe’s collarbone. Shizun’s fingers idly pet the path of the rope along the small of Luo Binghe’s back. Luo Binghe rests his chin on the top of Shizun’s head.
This is secretly Luo Binghe’s favorite. He wants to be loved more than anything in all of the Three Realms combined.
A wet sniffle comes from somewhere on Luo Binghe’s right.
Propping himself up with his elbows on Luo Binghe’s chest, Shizun casts a glance toward their eager audience and frowns. “Not you too, Qi-ge. Why are you crying!?”
Yue-Shibo wipes daintily at his eyes with his knuckles. “This Qi-ge’s heart is overflowing. He never thought he would live to see A-Jiu so carefree.”
“Now look what you’ve done. You’ve made Zhangmen-shixiong too happy, little beast.” Shen Qingqiu grumbles. “Shall this master fetch the oil?”
Yue Qingyuan sucks in a sharp breath.
Does Luo Binghe even need to answer? A certain neglected part of his body speaks for him, all but jumping for attention.
“Hmph. I thought so.” Shen Qingqiu gingerly peels himself away, rolling off of Luo Binghe over the side of the bed. He reaches for a storage pouch on a nearby shelf.
Oil in hand, Shen Qingqiu still doesn’t touch Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe is disappointed for only a short moment, until he realizes Shen Qingqiu is using it to slick himself up, a daring first. This is going to be so good. Luo Binghe is already whining with pleasure as Shen Qingqiu rolls him onto his front, bending Luo Binghe’s knees slightly, and rearranging the cushions so that most of his body weight doesn’t press into his bound arms at an awkward angle.
Shizun’s body weight settles on top of him. Wriggling in his bonds, Luo Binghe is desperate to grind back against him, but Shizun holds him still with a firm grip on both of his hips. “Slow down, little beast,” Shizun scolds.
“I need Shizun inside me so badly!” Luo Binghe protests.
Shizun pauses, flustered. Luo Binghe has to remind himself that Shizun isn’t used to this. He lines himself up and presses forward so slowly, gasping as the head beaches Luo Binghe’s warmth. Shizun inhales. Shizun exhales. Shizun clutches Luo Binghe’s hips for dear life. Moving at a torturous pace, Shizun creeps forward until he sheathes himself to the hilt.
It feels different from anything Luo Binghe has ever experienced.
Shizun is warmer and smoother than any number of succubus-crafted toys. Shizun is bigger and less flexible than a finger, or the probing vines of a ripening plant demon. Luo Binghe can feel the rhythm of Shizun’s pounding blood almost as intimately as if he had already fed Shizun his blood parasites.
It would be so easy to feed him blood parasites, with Shizun eating his meals every day. But this time Luo Binghe won’t do it without asking, because Shizun would never trust him again.
Apparently too busy simply remembering how to breathe, Shizun doesn’t graze that spot inside Luo Binghe on the first try. Surely Shizun won’t mind a small correction in angle, and the tiniest roll of Luo Binghe’s hips.
“Right here, Shizun!” Luo Binghe moans, feeling so, so greedy. “It feels so good! Doesn’t Shizun agree?”
Shizun makes a strangled noise, then wrestles control back over his capacity for speech. “Do you call that slow, little beast!? It’s so much! I can’t keep up with you!” Shizun complains. “At this rate, you’re going to reduce me to nothing more than a smear of body fluids!”
“Oh, is that all?” Luo Binghe asks innocently. “Don’t worry, Shizun! This disciple has the perfect solution!”
What would make having Shizun inside him even better? Spiritual energy, of course!
Shizun will love it. Shizun can orgasm as soon and as often as he wants, for as long as he wants. Luo Binghe’s spiritual energy will energize him, continue with ongoing repairs to his core, and keep healing away the oversensitivity indefinitely.
He can let Shizun set the pace. He doesn’t even have to move. See? Luo Binghe can be obedient! (When he wants to be.)
Luo Binghe directs a generous flow of spiritual energy through his abdominal muscles to the rigid sword impaling his innards, and beyond to Shizun’s golden core.
Shizun screams with pleasure, spurting Luo Binghe full of hot seed. He pulls back and drives into Luo Binghe over and over again as the aftershocks tear through his body in waves. Reciprocating a hundredfold, Shizun begins to circulate Luo Binghe’s spiritual energy and send it back to him, directly to that sensitive spot inside.
Suddenly, this is the best sex Luo Binghe has ever had in his life.
Luo Binghe can feel Shen Qingqiu’s pleasure, cresting and surging in an endless feedback loop that can only go up and up and up and never come down. Keeping still rapidly becomes impossible. Luo Binghe slams backwards to meet Shen Qingqiu’s thrusts as hard and as deep as they will go.
They still can’t get enough.
Shen Qingqiu bodily hauls Luo Binghe up off of the cushions, hiking his ass into the air and smashing Luo Binghe’s face into the mattress.
Arching his back into every vicious thrust, Shizun plows into Luo Binghe like a wild animal.
At this angle, Shizun hits that spot every single time!
Luo Binghe can’t hear Shizun anymore. His own screams are too loud.
The whole world narrows down to a single point of contact, and Luo Binghe’s vision blurs into incomprehensibility.
His orgasm feels like it goes on for a thousand years. Luo Binghe would have been eager to let it go on for a thousand more, if Shizun didn’t abruptly tear himself away from all skin contact. The severing of their spiritual connection feels like the end of the world. Luo Binghe wails and sobs, bereft and aching for more.
But Shizun has reached beyond his limits. Blinking dazedly in a fucked out haze, Shizun sways as he sits back on his heels. Slowly, with just enough control left to keep himself from falling heavily, Shizun keels over onto his side.
He’s out cold.
Aw, he broke Shizun.
“Luo-Shizhi! What did you do!?” Zhangmen-Shibo asks, simultaneously cherry red and vaguely horrified. The very first thing Shibo does after picking his jaw up from somewhere in the vicinity from the floor is to place one hand on Shizun’s forehead and pick up Shizun’s wrist in the other to check his spiritual energy.
“Shibo need not be concerned. This disciple used dual cultivation to repair a small portion of Shizun’s foundation,” Luo Binghe reassures Yue-Shibo, because he sect leader looks like he needs it. “All Shizun needs is a little rest, and something to quench his thirst when he wakes up. This disciple will be sure to make Shizun a pot of tea.”
Shizun does not respond to any of this.
Shibo jerks both hands away from Shizun as if they have been burned. Too late; even the smallest taste of Shizun’s spiritual energy and the fading echoes of his dual cultivation with Luo Binghe were evidently enough to reignite an entire situation in Shibo’s lap.
Well. Luo Binghe is still horny. In these dire times, Luo Binghe will simply have to make do with Shizun’s favorite toy. “Would Zhangmen-Shibo be interested in a demonstration?”
Yue Qingyuan hesitates. “First, if Luo-Shizhi would be so kind, perhaps he can start by teaching this one something smaller and easier?”
‘Something that doesn’t make Shizun lose consciousness’ goes left unsaid.
“Very well,” Luo Binghe agrees magnanimously. “In that case, can this disciple trouble Shibo to untie him?”