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Shang Qinghua couldn’t fucking take it anymore. He was near the end of his rope. Truly, he was in hell.
In other words, he was visiting Qing Jing Peak, sharing a meal with Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe in their bamboo house. He was currently watching Luo Binghe silently beg for Shen Qingqiu to feed him off their shared plate. Shen Qingqiu, to his credit, was valiantly trying to ignore him and continue his conversation with Shang Qinghua.
Shang Qinghua was able to conceal the horror in his eyes, but he couldn’t stop staring at Luo Binghe, who finally caught his eye and glared at him. How did my protagonist turn out like this? he bemoaned, not for the first time.
Shen Qingqiu noticed the glare and, granting Shang Qinghua mercy, he tapped Luo Binghe under the chin with his fan. “Binghe, not in front of guests. You’re making your poor shishu uncomfortable.”
Luo Binghe pouted and Shang Qinghua cringed. He opened his mouth to protest but received a stern look from Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu opened his fan and hid the lower half of his face, then leaned over to whisper something so softly to Luo Binghe that even Shang Qinghua was unable to hear it.
“Shizun, is that a promise?” asked Luo Binghe, cheeks slightly rosy.
“It’s a threat,” replied Shen Qingqiu, snapping his fan shut.
Luo Binghe’s cheeks lit up red and the corners of his mouth quivered like he was trying to suppress a smile.
I hate this, thought Shang Qinghua. This is a hell worse than the actual underworld. And, because he was a meddling little shit, he knew he had to do something about it.
Upon Shang Qinghua’s return to An Ding Peak, he made a beeline for his stash of sensitive documents and confiscated materials. He was looking for something in particular, something he had taken from a disciple who had borrowed (read: stolen) it from Xian Shu Peak.
It was RPF, of course. What other sort of banned material would you find at Xian Shu Peak?
Now he just needed an excuse to visit Shen Qingqiu tomorrow and foist this book on him.
...Who am I kidding, I don’t need an excuse. He knows I have nothing better to do.
~*~*~
Late in the following morning, Shen Qingqiu ran into Shang Qinghua on Qing Jing Peak. “You again,” he said.
Shang Qinghua nodded sagely. “Me again.” He surreptitiously checked out their surroundings before pulling Shen Qingqiu into the forest.
Shen Qingqiu had a foreboding feeling. Had they ever had a normal conversation while hiding out in the bamboo forest? He fanned himself lazily, looking aloof. “What do you want,” he said. A statement, not a question.
Shang Qinghua let out a long-suffering sigh. “Look, bro. Fellow countryman. You know I care for you like a brother.”
Shen Qingqiu snorted. This was definitely going somewhere bad.
“So, out of the kindness of my heart, as a friend and brother, I need to tell you: all this ‘play’ between you and your disciple is way too fucking much. Could you cut out the S shit, at least while I’m around? Or, really, when anyone is around? It’s nauseating.”
Shen Qingqiu was right. It was nothing good at all. He raised his eyebrows. “I’m not an S,” he said.
Shang Qinghua laughed. “‘I’m not an S,’ he says. Hahahaha, that’s a good one, Cucumber bro, really funny.” He composed himself. “Seriously, dude, tone it down. Here, take this, maybe it’ll help you see the light.” He rustled around in his sleeve and pulled out a book.
Shen Qingqiu took it and stashed it in his own sleeve without giving it a glance. “Sure,” he said. Yeah right, he thought. I bet this book is worse news than the bullshit Airplane bro is spewing right now. He stared at Shang Qinghua. “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he asked. “Disciples to order around? Thighs to hug?”
“Pfft. Don’t you have somewhere to be?”
Shen Qingqiu gave him a long-suffering look.
“Alright, alright, point taken, I’m out.” Shang Qinghua disappeared into the forest, off to who-the-hell-knows where.
Shen Qingqiu turned around, rolling his eyes. Me? An S? Totally absurd. Obviously Binghe is a total M, but seriously, me? An S? Please. It was laughable. Where had Shang Qinghua come up with that idea? He tried to think of a time he acted like an S when he, Binghe, and Shang Qinghua were all together, but couldn’t come up with anything, only remembering how clingy and needlessly jealous Binghe behaved. Whatever. Airplane bro is always full of shit.
When Shen Qingqiu returned home, he took one look at the book Shang Qinghua had given to him and stuffed it back in his sleeve. Nope! Not looking at this one! I knew it was bad fucking news! He paused. ...Okay, maybe one peek. He pulled the book out and stared at the cover. It featured an erotic drawing of him and Luo Binghe. Binghe’s eyes were overflowing with tears. Finally some RPF that’s accurate, he thought wryly. I might as well read some of it. Wouldn’t want Airplane bro’s generous gift to go to waste. He snorted.
Shen Qingqiu sat at his low table and began to page through the book. Binghe was off on demon business for the day, or so he said. It was more likely that he was shopping for ingredients for dinner in one of the towns at the base of the mountain. He had mentioned that he’d found several new recipes he wanted to try out. Either way, Shen Qingqiu was confident he wouldn’t be interrupted by his disciple, who would definitely turn all cute and horny and overly eager to try out some new play from the book.
As Shen Qingqiu read, his eyes got wider and his face got hotter. Some of the stories were suspiciously similar to particular S-scenes from Proud Immortal Demon Way, expect for the fact that Luo Binghe, while still on top, took the submissive role of the woman, and Shen Qingqiu was playing the role of the original Luo Binghe. If I ever find out that Shang Qinghua has been writing RPF of me and Binghe, he’s gonna get throttled.
Still, he kept reading.
Rope bondage.
Immortal Binding Cables. Of course.
Whipping.
...I could never.
Slapping.
Okay, that I could do. Haven’t I already? Does the fan count?
Piss.
Nope! No way!
Orgasm denial.
With his stamina? I think not.
The list grew longer with each short story. A plethora of S&M play, the common threads being a heavy-handed exploitation of their master-disciple relationship and that Shen Qingqiu was the S and Luo Binghe was an M to the extreme. Some of it Shen Qingqiu couldn’t imagine doing in real life (there’s a limit to how much you can punish a disciple, okay!), but the rest of it… Shen Qingqiu pursed his lips when he realized he was half-hard. Airplane bro, if you wrote this, you’re a dead man. ...He kept reading.
Puppy play.
…
Shen Qingqiu finished that chapter and looked up, staring into space. He marked the page and left the book on the table where he knew Luo Binghe would notice it. Much better (and much less embarrassing) to drop a massive hint for him than have to ask for it himself. He stood up and went to take care of his problem. When he left the house to carry on with his day, if anyone noticed he was a bit pink in the cheeks, they didn’t mention it.
Shen Qingqiu returned in time for supper. The small house was filled with the scent of Binghe’s delicious cooking. And sure enough, the book was no longer on the table. He touched his fan to his chin. I wonder if he read it.
Luo Binghe peeked out from the kitchen. His beautiful black eyes were wide and sparkling.
He definitely read it!
“Shizun! Welcome home!”
Shen Qingqiu spoiled him with a small smile. “Binghe. How was your day?”
“Like usual. Until I found a book that Shizun must have lost,” he said, seemingly guileless.
Out of nowhere, Shen Qingqiu’s heart started pounding. “Oh?” he said, internally cursing his heart for betraying him. “And did you read it?”
Luo Binghe smiled. “Of course I did.”
Of course he did. Wait, didn’t I want him to? I wanted him to! Why am I suddenly so nervous?! “How was it?”
“This disciple found it to be very educational. Better than the other books we’ve read. I especially like the part that Shizun marked.” Pink bloomed across Luo Binghe’s cheekbones.
Shen Qingqiu was caught between rejoicing and running.
“Let’s do it.”
Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow. “What a bold disciple I raised.”
“Sorry, Shizun...I got excited. But we can, right?”
Shen Qingqiu inadvertently looked down. Looks like he’s still excited, he thought. He flicked his eyes up and hid the lower half of his face with his fan. “We can,” he said, looking Luo Binghe in the eyes. He belatedly realized that he must look way too coquettish. “We can talk about it,” he corrected himself, looking away.
Luo Binghe looked like he could barely contain himself. His eyes sparkled more than usual. “Tomorrow, though. This disciple needs time to prepare.”
“Then no messing around tonight,” said Shen Qingqiu. He needed to preserve his ass. Luo Binghe pouted, but the bounce in his step as he went back to the kitchen was not diminished. And when they talked about it later, Luo Binghe wasn’t as handsy and whiny as Shen Qingqiu expected him to be. What an obedient disciple.
~*~*~
The following day went along as usual; nothing out of the ordinary, nothing worth mentioning. Dinner also went like normal—the waves of anticipation rolling off of Luo Binghe weren’t anything special. He was like this every second or third night.
Shen Qingqiu, however, was feeling anything but normal. His emotions were roiling and he wasn’t sure if he was horny or nervous. Both? Maybe both. I’m totally not an S though. No clue where that bastard Towards the Sky got that idea.
Luo Binghe cleaned up after dinner and then disappeared into the side room. This was unusual. After tidying up, Binghe usually became very sticky. He’d cling and flirt while Shen Qingqiu finished up reviewing his students’ work, or polishing his sword, or whatever task he had to get done before he’d let Binghe coax him into spreading his legs.
Shen Qingqiu was twirling his fan between his fingers, caught up in this line of thought, when Luo Binghe finally emerged from the side room. Shen Qingqiu stared and pressed his fan to his lips. Holy shit.
Luo Binghe was wearing a set of floppy silk dog ears and had a ribbon tied around his neck like a collar and leash. He shyly touched the tip of an ear. “Do you like them, Shizun? I made them today.”
Shen Qingqiu covered his mouth with his fan to hide the smile he was holding back. He’s so cute! What the hell! His eyes lingered on the adorable ears. “Is this what you meant when you said you needed more time before we did this?”
Luo Binghe nodded bashfully.
This time, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t hold back his smile. Too cute!!
“I didn’t make a tail, though. Sorry, Shizun.”
What kind of thing is he apologizing for! “That’s fine,” said Shen Qingqiu. He stepped up to Luo Binghe and petted one of the ears, being very careful to not make eye contact. “These are very well-crafted.”
Luo Binghe glowed. “Thank you, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu scratched him under the chin. “They suit you,” he allowed. They suit him a little too well! Binghe the maiden became Binghe the puppy!
“Thank—”
Shen Qingqiu put a finger on Luo Binghe’s lips. “Binghe. Dogs don’t talk.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes widened, reverent yet lustful. “Sorry, Shizun, this dis—”
Shen Qingqiu smacked the top of his head with his fan. “Dogs don’t talk,” he repeated. “Now sit.”
Luo Binghe complied right away, sitting on his haunches with his hands planted in front of him. He gazed up at Shen Qingqiu, who barely gave him a second glance. Shen Qingqiu could feel that gaze burning him as he went to pick up a book and sat down to read.
For a while, he ignored Luo Binghe, hyper-aware of the eyes on him but pretending to be immersed in reading. But if he was being honest with himself, ignoring Binghe sucked. I’m not the M here! Why am I hurting both of us, WTF? He sighed.
Shen Qingqiu patted the side of his thigh. “Come,” he said gently. Luo Binghe hurried over. He settled into a comfortable position and rested his head on Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Shen Qingqiu sat there, reading and absentmindedly petting Luo Binghe. His fingers wove through his hair and his nails dragged slowly over his scalp. He could feel the heat of Luo Binghe’s cheek through the layers of his robes.
As the sun set, Luo Binghe began to fidget. He put a hand on Shen Qingqiu’s thigh and squeezed. Shen Qingqiu looked down and took him by the wrist, pulling his hand away. Luo Binghe nuzzled the side of Shen Qingqiu’s thigh and reached up again to touch him.
Not even a quarter of a shichen and he’s already this impatient?! Shen Qingqiu hadn’t thought that this sort of play would have such an effect on Luo Binghe. He knew that his disciple was very obedient, and he acknowledged that, yes, Binghe was kind of a masochist—but he hadn’t realized the extent of it!
Shen Qingqiu bit his lip. He kept his eyes on his book. Okay, I’ll give him what he wants, then. “Bad boy. Down.” The hand on his thigh practically flew off. Binghe was no longer leaning against his thigh, either. Shen Qingqiu peeked out of the corner of his eye.
Luo Binghe was sitting on his haunches and looking at the floor. Shen Qingqiu wanted to laugh but he knew it would completely kill the mood. Instead, he tugged at the ribbon around Luo Binghe’s neck and stood up.
Shen Qingqiu looked down at Luo Binghe with a haughty expression. He held a finger up in warning before he dropped the end of the ribbon. “Stay,” he said. He began to remove his robes slowly, keeping a close eye on Luo Binghe, who was fidgeting with his own robes, still in the same spot. Shen Qingqiu frowned. “Stay still ,” he said firmly.
Luo Binghe froze in place and looked up at Shen Qingqiu through his lashes. The slightest pout was on his lips. With the dog ears on, it was a picture-perfect kicked-puppy look.
Shen Qingqiu turned around and busied himself with folding the clothes he removed. Not that face! It was too cute and too apologetic...and way too sly! His disciple knew exactly what he was doing. Fine! In that case, I’ll ignore him for a while. He finished stripping and folding his clothes with his back to Luo Binghe. As he reached up to undo his hair (something Binghe usually did), he took a peek.
Luo Binghe hadn’t moved one bit. Nor had his expression shifted. Shen Qingqiu could feel a heavy aura of...something. Overwhelming desire? Lusty obedience? Desperation to be punished? How the hell are those supposed to describe an aura, what a load of shit I’m thinking. Wait, fuck. Shen Qingqiu could have laughed. This is the aura of an M! He really could’ve laughed.
Shen Qingqiu finally turned around again. Combing his hair, he watched Luo Binghe. He managed to keep an aloof expression. He didn’t realize how often and easily he smiled at Binghe until he was purposefully trying to not smile.
Now with his hair loose and body naked, Shen Qingqiu walked gracefully to the bed and parted the gauzy curtains to lie down. As he settled himself, he fixed Luo Binghe with a bored stare. Pink cheeks and sparkling eyes. He seemed eager. Shen Qingqiu looked away, suddenly embarrassed again.
Putting on a show seemed a bit much—it felt like he was about to stray into OOC territory. It’s not a ‘real’ show, he tried to convince himself. I’m just teasing him. Very usual and normal, he reassured himself.
Luo Binghe was halfway across the room from the bed, sitting stock-still. Shen Qingqiu could feel his eyes roaming over his body. He closed his own eyes and slowly ran a hand down his chest and over his abs, caressing his slim hips before palming his dick. His eyelids fluttered and he slightly parted his long legs.
Shen Qingqiu took a slow breath and pushed his embarrassment aside. He started stroking himself to hardness, touching and teasing his dick till it was fully erect. His legs had drifted farther apart seemingly on their own. He could hear Luo Binghe breathing raggedly and he could still feel the intensity of his stare. Without thinking twice, Shen Qingqiu turned toward Luo Binghe and opened his eyes.
Luo Binghe looked almost in pain, that’s how hard he was trying to obey his master’s command. His knuckles cracked and his hands trembled as he gripped his robes, which were tented in the front. His face was red and he was biting his lower lip. When Shen Qingqiu made eye contact with him, a single tear tumbled over his long lashes and down his cheek.
Forget me, he’s the one who’s putting on a show! He knows I can’t take it when he cries! Shen Qingqiu wanted to give Binghe a good swat. He turned his head away again and waited until the silence had become just uncomfortable enough. “Come here,” he said, inwardly sighing. Even now, I’m spoiling him!
Luo Binghe stood up and ripped off his sash as he approached the bed. He tugged at his robes and left them hanging open as he tore the front of his pants away. One knee on the bed, then the other, and he was kneeling between Shen Qingqiu’s legs, looming over him. It happened so quickly that it shocked Shen Qingqiu, who had almost expected that Luo Binghe would crawl over on his hands and knees like a real dog.
Shen Qingqiu reminded himself to take deep breaths and focus on not blushing. How was he supposed to come off as a serious S if his face was bright red?! He didn’t bother to think that Luo Binghe would take him very seriously whether he looked the part or not. He took a steady breath and reached up to touch the ribbon around Luo Binghe’s neck, running it between his fingers till he found the end. He wrapped it around his hand and pulled.
Luo Binghe jerked forward and his cock twitched. It was scary how hard he looked. Shen Qingqiu lit a few candles in his heart for his ass. Still, he soldiered on. He pet Luo Binghe’s head, scratching him between the faux ears. “You were such a good boy,” he said in a sweet voice. Internally, he was gagging. “My pretty puppy.” He felt his kidneys start to fail. “Shall this master give his pretty puppy a treat?” He was about to bleed from his fucking qiqiao.
Luo Binghe was absolutely glowing. His chest was already heaving, his eyes were shining, his cheeks were red. His pulse was visible in the veins of his dick, which looked even bigger and harder than it had just moments ago. A thread of precum hung from the tip, swaying slightly before dripping onto the bed.
Yup, this is it. It’s the last night for my ass. Goodbye, ass, you’ve served me well all these years.
Before he could see if Luo Binghe’s erection would get any more terrifying, Shen Qingqiu shifted and rolled onto his stomach. Careful not to tug too hard on the ribbon in his hand, he propped himself up on his knees and elbows and glanced behind himself. Luo Binghe’s eyes were hot and bright, full of lust and fixed solely on Shen Qingqiu’s ass.
“Go on,” said Shen Qingqiu calmly, and Luo Binghe got to work, pressing the tip of a finger into Shen Qingqiu’s asshole.
The only thing that they had talked about yesterday that Luo Binghe had been less than enthused about was the position. He was going to have to do his shizun from behind, true to the...research...book. Shen Qingqiu had almost laughed out loud when he saw the hangdog look on Binghe’s face as he pleaded to be allowed to face him. Shen Qingqiu had doubled down on doggy-style, and, ever obedient, Binghe went along with it.
None of yesterday’s hesitation was visible now, though. Luo Binghe bit little marks across Shen Qingqiu’s asscheeks as he lubed him up and worked him open. Shen Qingqiu concentrated on relaxing. No matter what he had heard, doing it from behind was in no way less painful than doing it from the front. Soon the fingers slipped out of his ass and he heard Luo Binghe’s breathing get heavier.
Luo Binghe pushed the tip of his cock against Shen Qingqiu’s asshole and whined. Shen Qingqiu could almost hear him saying “Shizun!” and he held back a laugh. He shuffled his legs farther apart and tilted his hips invitingly. No way in hell was he giving some dog-trainer command for this. He waited.
Luo Binghe whined again, more plaintively this time.
For fuck’s sake, thought Shen Qingqiu. Binghe, do not make me say it!
A really pathetic whimper.
Shen Qingqiu dropped his forehead to the bed. He’s really into it, isn’t he? Like really, really into it! And for some reason, he suddenly found the situation kind of absurd and very sexy. Like, really sexy. Shen Qingqiu composed his face. “Inside!” he said sternly.
Luo Binghe surged forward, pressing in half his cock in one go. Shen Qingqiu gripped the sheets hard, the wind knocked out of him. Luo Binghe was hovering over him; he could feel the heat coming off his chest. He groaned as Luo Binghe pushed in completely. He was full of cock, split open and caged in by Luo Binghe’s strong arms.
Luo Binghe wrapped an arm around Shen Qingqiu’s waist to steady him and kissed the back of his neck. He nosed locks of hair out of the way so he could lick and bite to his heart’s content as he fucked him. He kept changing angles as he thrust and rolled his hips, stirring up Shen Qingqiu’s guts.
He’s trying to find my prostate, Shen Qingqiu realized. He would have laughed if he wasn’t currently getting his ass wrecked. Soon enough, Luo Binghe hit it and Shen Qingqiu groaned. “This puppy knows just how to please his master, doesn’t he?”
WTF! Where did that come from? You idiot, where is your filter?!
Luo Binghe trembled against him. It felt like he got even harder inside of him. “Shizun...”
Shen Qingqiu pushed the embarrassment aside. He could deal with that later. “Hush,” he commanded. Binghe, did you seriously think that was hot?
Luo Binghe went quiet and focused all his energy on thrusting. He was truly humping Shen Qingqiu, fucking him with short, harsh strokes, chest pressed fully to his back. Shen Qingqiu could feel his hot breath on his neck and shuddered, clenching around his cock. Luo Binghe licked the back of his neck, grazing his teeth over his spine. Both of them were panting.
Shen Qingqiu could feel himself being rubbed raw inside. No amount of lube could stand up to Binghe’s stamina and enthusiasm. Despite the twinges of pain, his cock hung heavy between his legs and he felt his balls tighten up. Every time Binghe’s cock brushed past his prostate, the edges of his vision sparkled. Shen Qingqiu needed to close his eyes, so he did. He let his head hang down, forehead just touching the bed and hair forming a curtain around his face.
Luo Binghe let go of Shen Qingqiu’s waist for a moment and delicately brushed the long strands of hair from his shoulder before biting down. Shen Qingqiu moaned loudly, asshole twitching around Luo Binghe. Fuuuck. Too loud...embarrassing. He felt Luo Binghe grab his waist again and vaguely wondered if he could feel the bulge of his own cock against his forearm. That’s way too weird to be hot , he thought. No, it’s really hot, some shitty corner of his brain piped up.
The same shitty corner of his brain reminded Shen Qingqiu that he was still holding the ribbon ‘leash’. He looped it around his hand once more and gave it a gentle tug. Luo Binghe lurched forward, moaning, then quickly regained his balance and pounded into Shen Qingqiu with new vigor. Shen Qingqiu tugged again, and Luo Binghe let out another short moan. Scratch that, whatever part of my brain came up with that is not shitty. He tugged again and again Binghe moaned, his hips stuttering momentarily. Yeah, this is good actually. Very good; brain, you’re very forgiven.
Shen Qingqiu pulled the ribbon every few thrusts with varying degrees of harshness, trying to both draw new sounds out of his disciple and ignore the fact that yes, he has an inner S and it was very much awakening. Luo Binghe, as always, didn’t disappoint. His thrusts became rougher and sloppier and he was making noises that Shen Qingqiu had never heard from him before.
One more pull on the ribbon, a little harder than before. Luo Binghe pressed his face into Shen Qingqiu’s neck and moaned, voice tense and hot and hoarse. Shen Qingqiu felt it vibrate through him and before he knew it, he was coming, hips jerking and hole clenching around the dick stuffed inside of him. His mind was entirely blank as he came untouched, and only after his cum had started cooling on the bed beneath him did he think to let go of the ribbon.
Luo Binghe was still laboring above him, biting his neck and squeezing his waist and hips while he fucked him with abandon. Please be a good puppy and finish soon, thought Shen Qingqiu. Master can’t keep himself propped up much longer.
Someone must have heard Shen Qingqiu’s wishes, because Luo Binghe suddenly thrust in as deep as he could, barely thrusting, just rolling his hips. His breaths echoed short and manic in Shen Qingqiu’s ears, each exhale tinged with a groan. And then Luo Binghe pulled Shen Qingqiu even closer and went still. A trembling whine escaped his throat as he came.
Shen Qingqiu shuddered and sighed when he felt Luo Binghe finish inside of him, flooding him with several hot pulses of cum. Each throb of Luo Binghe’s cock filled him with more and more semen, more than he’d ever come before. Shen Qingqiu involuntarily squeezed around him, insides holding Luo Binghe in place as he finished coming, hips twitching. Shen Qingqiu felt full and weak. Luo Binghe was still panting above him, but he was finally growing soft. “Out,” said Shen Qingqiu, voice cold. I’m not done playing with him. The thought came out of nowhere, and he mentally swatted it away.
He collapsed and rolled over as soon as Luo Binghe pulled out. His back was sticky with sweat and his ass felt sloppy. As limp as he was, he couldn’t stop the cum from leaking out of his stretched hole, slippery and thick and searing hot as it dribbled over raw, sensitive skin. Luo Binghe moved to sit between his spread legs.
Shen Qingqiu cupped Luo Binghe’s chin. He guided him to look between his legs. “Look at the mess you made,” he said. He moved his hand up, caressing his cheek before tangling his fingers in his hair and yanking. “Naughty boy.”
Luo Binghe whimpered.
Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe’s head down, until his face was pressed between his legs. Shen Qingqiu moved Luo Binghe by his hair, rubbing his nose in his own cum. Luo Binghe whimpered again, more pitifully this time. Shen Qingqiu pulled him away to get a good look at his face. His cock throbbed.
Luo Binghe was pink-cheeked and sweaty. His hair was messed up, one ear was askew, and his eyes were brimming with tears. There was cum smeared over his nose and upper lip. He looked almost tragically debauched, but only almost. His face was absolutely glowing with pleasure.
Fuck , thought Shen Qingqiu for the nth time. He’s so into this. He really is an M, isn’t he?
Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe’s head back down. “Bad doggy. Clean up your mess.” He inwardly cringed saying those words, but then Luo Binghe whined pitifully and looked up at him with wide, sparkling eyes before starting to lap up the cum. Shen Qingqiu’s cock throbbed again and he closed his eyes. Who cares if it’s cringey, if it gets that reaction I’ll say it again and again. Shit, maybe I am an S.
Luo Binghe licked him thoroughly and sloppily. He ran his tongue over Shen Qingqiu’s hole, lapping at the edges and sometimes slurping up the dripping cum. His tongue roamed around the rim and poked inside. He cleaned up inside as far as he could reach, then pulled back to take a deep breath. He nuzzled the inside of Shen Qingqiu’s thigh.
Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes. “Did I say you could stop?” he asked, tugging on a lock of Luo Binghe’s hair.
Luo Binghe ducked down to keep licking before Shen Qingqiu could swat at him. He licked and licked until the only thing he was eating was his own saliva. His hips wiggled side to side.
...Is he wagging his tail? He didn’t even make a tail! Why do I feel like I should be cringing?! I can’t cringe! He’s too cute!! Shen Qingqiu couldn’t believe it. Something like this should not be as cute or as hot as it was, and he definitely shouldn’t be rock fucking solid again because of it.
He patted the top of Luo Binghe’s head. Luo Binghe looked up eagerly, licking his shiny red lips, and leaned back to sit on his haunches. “Binghe, puppy, did you clean up your mess?” The words were coming easier now. Luo Binghe opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. No cum in sight. “Good boy. Master will give you a treat.”
Luo Binghe broke into a smile and wiggled his hips again.
He’s too fucking cute! How can I make him suck my dick like this! Ah, right, Binghe was obedient to him to a fault. Shen Qingqiu schooled his expression into the most blasé look he could manage. He held the base of his erection and stroked himself a few times. “Your treat,” he said. Right away, Luo Binghe’s face was between his legs again. He looked up at Shen Qingqiu, eyes silently pleading, lips nearly touching the head of his cock. “Go ahead.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes lit up before he closed them slowly and kissed the head. Internally, Shen Qingqiu was a wreck. Binghe!! Don’t look so pleased to have permission to suck a dick! It’s really unbecoming of a stallion protagonist! Never mind that this protagonist was helplessly gay from the start (and that that was his own damn fault).
Luo Binghe sucked him off with gusto. He laved the underside of his erection with his tongue, drool running down his chin. Shen Qingqiu felt drops of hot saliva land on his balls. His hips twitched. Luo Binghe put one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his shaft. He held Shen Qingqiu in place as he kissed and licked the head of his cock, puppy ears flopping around. Shen Qingqiu covered his eyes. He couldn’t take it, Binghe was too cute and erotic like this.
He has less than zero technique but it’s still hot! It’s really too good! How far does his protagonist’s halo extend, isn’t this excessive?!
Shen Qingqiu reached out to place a firm hand on the back of Luo Binghe’s head. He wove his fingers through his thick hair, nails dragging on his scalp. Luo Binghe’s breath caught in his throat. “Good boy,” sighed Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe took him in his mouth and sucked vigorously. Obnoxious. On a whim, Shen Qingqiu dug his nails into Luo Binghe’s scalp and pushed him all the way down. He paused, then sucked more softly, but didn’t gag at all. Holy shit, seriously? His first time deepthroating and he didn’t even gag?! Ridiculous, I swear to—wait. What the fuck did I just do?! Binghe!
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes shot open and he loosened his grip. However, his fist tightened again as he looked at Luo Binghe. His eyelashes were stuck together by unshed tears and his skin was flushed. And he must have felt his master’s gaze, because his eyes slowly fluttered open to meet Shen Qingqiu’s, and they were full of love and adoration.
Oh, fuck.
Shen Qingqiu came on the spot.
He was too busy blanking out to notice the look of surprise on Luo Binghe’s face before he wrinkled his eyebrows in determination and swallowed every drop he was given, but if he had noticed, he definitely would have thought it was cute.
Shen Qingqiu felt Luo Binghe pull away. Opening his eyes, he watched as Luo Binghe sat back and opened his mouth for examination. Damn it, he swallowed everything on his first time, too?
Shen Qingqiu found the strength to sit up and pull Luo Binghe into his arms. “Good boy, Binghe, good boy.” He kissed his cheeks. “You were so good for your master.”
Luo Binghe tipped them both onto their sides as they embraced. His eyes were pleading.
“You can talk now,” said Shen Qingqiu.
“Shizun! Shizun… Shizun, I want more...”
I can tell, I’ve got a Sky Pillar poking my thigh.
Luo Binghe leaned in to kiss him on the lips. Shen Qingqiu caught his face just in time and pushed him away. “Think about where your mouth has been, you little brute,” he said. “Naughty boy.” As he had expected, Binghe pouted and whined. Internally, Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes. The dog ears really are too fitting. “Go clean up and Shizun will indulge you one more time.”
Luo Binghe was quick to clean up and Shen Qingqiu was happy to keep his word.
~*~*~
Shang Qinghua knocked at the door of the bamboo house. “Shen-dada, are you there?” No answer. “...Cucumber bro?” Nothing. “Whatever, I know you’re in there; this is when that disciple of yours usually makes you supper. I’m coming in!” With that, he opened the door and stepped over the threshold.
What he saw made him slam the door shut (and immediately regret that he had shut himself inside and not outside). Luo Binghe was wearing a cute little apron and some dog ears and not much else. He had just cheerfully placed some dishes in front of Shen Qingqiu when Shang Qinghua had burst in. He and the master-disciple couple stared at each other in silence for a few excruciating moments.
Alarms bells were going off in Shang Qinghua’s head. For fuck’s sake, if I hadn’t given that cucumber bastard that book, I wouldn’t be suffering like this! How was I supposed to know he’s actually this much of an S?! And Bing-ge, what happened? Every time I see you, you’ve strayed further from my original vision…an M in a frilly apron? Why are you naked, think of the food safety violations! For shame!
Finally, Shen Qingqiu cleared his throat and flicked open his fan. “Shang-shidi. I had no idea you intended to join us tonight.” The thin smile he wore was bone-chilling. Shang Qinghua felt his balls shrivel up. Shen Qingqiu kept his eyes on Shang Qinghua as he asked, “Binghe, would you get another set of dishes for your shishu?”
Fuck. He’s kidding, right? Right?! He can’t be this sadistic!!
Luo Binghe lowered his eyes and spoke in a sweet voice. “Shizun, we don’t have a second set of dishes.”
Shen Qingqiu’s smile grew wider. “Hmm.” He made a brief gesture with his fan. “Apologies, Shang-shidi. We only have one set of dishes. Please let us know the next time you intend to join us; I’ll have Binghe run down the mountain to buy another set.”
You bastard, I was here two days ago and you had two sets of dishes!
Shen Qingqiu finally turned back toward Luo Binghe (whom Shang Qinghua was pointedly ignoring). “Binghe, could you bring the rest out?” Luo Binghe turned around to go back to the kitchen, flashing his bare ass.
Once Luo Binghe was gone, Shen Qingqiu snapped his fan shut, almost cracking it in his fist. “Airplane bro, I swear, if you don’t leave right. Fucking. Now...”
Shang Qinghua craved death. “Don’t need to ask me twice!” He spun on his heel and got the hell out.