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"Sh-Shizun… Take the blindfold off… At least let me look at you." It was bad enough not being able to touch him freely, hands restrained above his head; but being tortured by the rustling of robes sliding off pale shoulders and falling on the floor, the bamboo bed creaking with an added weight, loose strands of hair tickling his bare chest, Shizun's body temperature mixing with his own, breath on his skin, yet zero skin contact… That was just too much. He quickly became desperate, but no matter how much he squirmed, the rope around his wrists held him down.
“Shizuuunn…” He cried, unable to do much else. He wanted to raise his arms and grab him, press him flush against his body in an attempt to fuse into one entity, to feel Shizun with as much of himself as possible, to—
“Shh,” cooed a voice, gentle fingers running up and down his jaw with a touch so soft, Luo Binghe salivated as tingles spread across his skin, “let this master take care of you today, yes?”
When he stumbled through the door, his whole body had been in revolt; pain that reached his marrow, bones trying to flee their confines, blood stagnating in his head, scalding flesh from beneath; he'd fallen to his knees as Shen Qingqiu leaped out of the bed to meet him.
His aching arms held onto Shizun's legs, face buried in the front of green robes in an attempt to drown out the overwhelming sensations assaulting his body, sensitive to the slightest graze of skin. The fabric of his clothes felt like he was rubbing an open wound. But despite that, and how much his scalp felt like it was being pulled by wires, and how much his senses were screaming, little by little the once-sharp pain dulled, allowing him to breathe again.
When he came to, Shizun was holding him in his arms, chin resting on his head, like he'd done many, many years ago. The gentle, constant stream of spiritual energy flooding into him had stopped the pain, though it made him oversensitive. That's why Shizun had offered a different way to help.
He did not expect… Well, this.
Shen Qingqiu’s knees pressed Luo Binghe’s sides, thighs clenched as he rolled his hips, erections rubbing together. Luo Binghe threw his head back; his body burned with the anticipation, the memory of Shizun's insides like a ghost on his skin had the tip of his cock dribbling precum uncontrollably on his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to grab him by the hips and direct his ass to his cock, push in deep and slow and feel every scalding hot nerve in his walls pulsing around his length.
Shizun leaned down to kiss the blindfold, already wet with his tears.
"Hmm, still not good? I didn't want to take away your hearing too b—" an air sucked out his next words. Except for a faint sound of rushing water at the back of his skull, there was only silence. His heart rate picked up. He called out for Shizun when a hand pressed to his chest, reassuring him of his presence. Another hand reached for his cock, already slick with precum, pumping him a few times before a burning sensation assaulted him from the tip.
As Shizun's entrance swallowed more of his length, Luo Binghe couldn’t help but thrust forward. Immediately, a hand pressing on his abdomen stopped him. Luo Binghe whined in despair, his nails digging into the rope holding his wrists. Shen Qingqiu began moving his hips at a tortuous pace, pliable insides folding into Luo Binghe’s shape, making way for him to slide in and out easily. The fingers on his stomach curled, scratching flesh, as Shizun found his prostate; Luo Binghe moaned, baring his neck, arching his back. Too much too much too much—
When his senses returned, the sound of his own blood had ceased to bounce inside his head, and when he opened his eyes he saw not the blindfold, but Shizun staring back at him, hands folded one on top of the other under his chin.
"That was quick," he said, "did I go overboard?"
A tinge of embarrassment swelled inside him at the thought of having finished in mere seconds, but his relief at being freed of his restraints was too much for him to pay attention to that. He tried to reach out and bring Shizun into an embrace when the ropes stopped him from opening his arms.
"Ah, I feared you might wake up thrashing so I kept the ropes, let me—" as he sat up, Luo Binghe realized he was still inside Shizun; his erection twitched in interest like it'd woken up along with him.
Suddenly his wrists didn't matter. He sat up, trapping Shizun's neck in his arms, and switched their positions, kissing Shizun before thrusting in hard.