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Squirming, Liu Qingge lets out a frustrated grunt.
They’d be trailing a group of young, misguided demons; the goal, according to Shen Qingqiu, was to subdue them but not to kill them. There was some sort of intelligence locked in an artifact they’d stolen from a more important demon. It would help settle the current quarreling between some three smaller land holders, and Liu Qingge had tuned the rest out as the briefing had drifted to politics.
That aspect had nothing to do with him, and he didn’t plan to get involved. He shouldn’t even have gotten involved in this; it was minor. Something Shen Qingqiu could have easily handled on his own– could have likely delegated, even. But Shen Qingqiu had asked: it had been a while since he and his husband gone out with him, and Liu Qingge was in the area on his own, hunting for monster parts to bring to An Ding.
Liu Qingge would have been foolish to pass up the offer.
He would have been smart to not have gotten into this situation, however.
“Get me out!” he demands from Shen Qingqiu, who is looking at the walls blocking their path forward.
Shen Qingqiu turns back to look at him; Liu Qingge can feel his face heat as his fellow peak lord takes in his situation. It’s humiliating.
“Shidi, are you okay?” Leveling Shen Qingqiu a glare, Liu Qingge freezes as he feels a hand on his ass. Shen Qingqiu’s lips turn down. “Shidi?”
Stuck in the hole that Shen Qingqiu had climbed through effortlessly to give chase to the demons, Liu Qingge grits his teeth. “Fine.”
“Did the wall collapse on you?” Shen Qingqiu steps closer.
A tight squeeze on Liu Qingge’s ass follows the statement. He jostles forward, hips catching against the rock wall. Collapsed. Liu Qingge only wishes it was so total; his lower half is too big to fit through due to the rocks shifting after the demons collapsed the cave in front of them when they noticed Shen Qingqiu giving chase; Liu Qingge’s muscled legs and hips are wider than his waist that is still inside the hole.
Shen Qingqiu taps at the wall as Luo Binghe, behind it and out of sight, kneads at Liu Qingge’s ass. “The hole shouldn’t have been too small for all of us.”
“Obviously you need your eyes checked!” Liu Qingge grits out. “It shifted when the rest of cave above fell.”
An annoyed quirk of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth answers him. “Shidi also has eyes, and he followed me.”
“The hole wasn’t as small when I started!” Liu Qingge kicks his legs out; he doesn’t connect at all with Luo Binghe. “Get me out.”
Sighing, Shen Qingqiu turns his attention away from Liu Qingge to examine the wall for structural integrity. Liu Qingge closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He quickly chokes on it as a slap hits him.
Fisting his hands, Liu Qingge tries to….remove himself from Luo Binghe’s overture. He twists his torso and plants his hands. A test push proves the wall is sturdy, and Liu Qingge begins to try to shove himself forcefully through the hole.
Hands on both sides stop him: Luo Binghe grabs his hips securely in both of his hands, and Shen Qingqiu places his hand on top of the one closet to him.
“Shidi, the cave isn’t stable. The demons already collapsed the tunnel in front of us; I don’t know if this tunnel will survive if you break this one like that.”
“Shen Qingqiu.” Liu Qingge gasps as Luo Binghe pushes big body against his ass. “I need to get out.”
The hand on his squeezes in what Liu Qingge thinks is meant to be a reassuring manner. “Shidi, it’ll be okay.”
“Get me out, and it will be!”
“I’m sure that Binghe will be able to get you out.”
He leans down, closer to where Liu Qingge is stuck. The proximity makes heat spread through Liu Qingge’s body; adrenaline courses through him when Shen Qingqiu’s head stops by his stomach and his hand squeezes tight.
His voice is louder when he calls, “Binghe? Can you hear me?”
Liu Qingge bites his lip as his waist his pulled back. A leg is shoved between his, his legs forced to spread apart. A hand grabs at his thigh, pulling him even more open.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe answers, voice very, very muffled.
“What is it like on your end?”
Fingers crawl up from Liu Qingge’s thigh, under the bottom of his ass, around to where his body is hottest. Liu Qingge grits his teeth to try not to make a sound.
“It’s hot, Shizun. But I don’t think the wall is impenetrable. It might not be pleasant for Liu-shishu, however.”
Shen Qingqiu’s hand unconsciously tightens, Liu Qingge is forced to notice. “The cave has been collapsed in front of us. It’s not the most stable here, Binghe.”
“Ah.” Luo Binghe’s voice is quiet. Actually thoughtful. “If we slowly worked Liu-shishu out? We wouldn’t have to break the wall, and he managed to get in, using his muscles instead of his brain.”
“Brat!”
A tightening of Luo Binghe’s fingers on his clit make him cry out in surprise.
“Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu straightens, pulling his hand – and thus Liu Qingge’s – back. He hurriedly drops his grip.
Liu Qingge sucks in a breath. “’m fine.”
“Was the hole not smooth, Shizun?” Luo Binghe has the nerve to ask.
Liu Qingge tries to step on the ungrateful demon’s foot. He misses, and he is pinched again for his efforts. Hanging his head, Liu Qingge closes his eyes. He takes a deep inhale.
“I didn’t notice, Binghe. It’s apparently shifted in the collapse of the rest of the cave.” Shen Qingqiu grimaces. “Shidi, I’m going to touch you.”
Letting out what he hopes is an affirmative, Liu Qingge drops his other arm from the wall.
“How much wider are your shoulders than your waist?” Luo Binghe voices behind him. Liu Qingge can picture the insincere look on his face.
Shen Qingqiu blinks. His hands hover over Liu Qingge’s shoulders. “Actually, they are pretty wide, aren’t they? Your waist is pretty trim, Shidi. Binghe, on your end how much do you think you can get away from the hole to widen it?”
“A bit. But his shoulders are on your side, Shizun.”
Tongue clicking, Shen Qingqiu looks at Liu Qingge like a frustrating puzzle. Liu Qingge doesn’t think he enjoys the scrutiny focused on himself like this.
“Just pull and push me through, dammit. I can take it.”
“Shidi, we are not going to fuck up your shoulders–” “Shishu, that’s stupid.”
Liu Qingge feels his face heat at the outrage in both their voices as they talk over one another. “I’ll heal.”
Fingers dig into his hips. “No.”
“Shidi, we aren’t going to injure you if we can help it.”
The concern over his wellbeing is– Liu Qingge’s stomach aches with it. He takes a moment to inhale before speaking. “We have to get the demons.”
“They’ll probably get lost. These caves are enormous, and they blocked themselves off from the easiest exit.”
“Binghe’s right. We can figure this out, Shidi.”
Liu Qingge looks at Shen Qingqiu, who smiles at him. He nods. Flexes his fingers. Chokes as Luo Binghe’s finger makes a circular motion around his clit.
“I would–” More pressure is added, and Liu Qingge jerks.
Shen Qingqiu’s smile falters. “Binghe, I don’t think Liu-shidi is doing too good. Shidi, are you claustrophobic?”
“I just want to get out,” he insists.
Luo Binghe’s fingers slide back. Liu Qingge feels mortification slink through his body as he’s forced to realize he’s becoming wet, the clothe of his pants pushing into him with the pressure of Luo Binghe’s fingertips.
Shen Qingqiu’s hands come to the edge of the hole. The heat from him is strong through Liu Qingge’s robes; Liu Qingge’s stomach quivers from the proximity.
“Shidi, I’m going to try to pull some of the rocks out. Sorry.”
His fingers push against Liu Qingge to try to find purchase. Liu Qingge’s body is softer than the wall, and so Shen Qingqiu digs into him. It’s uncomfortable, and Luo Binghe makes it all the worse by simply touching him like nothing is wrong. His fingers slide over his pants, playing with him like it’s just another day in Shen Qingqiu’s bed. Like Liu Qingge is just there for him to pass the time while his husband works.
It’s humiliating.
Liu Qingge’s stomach dips as his breathing shifts to the tune Luo Binghe sets. Shen Qingqiu shoots him an apologetic look as he latches onto rock. He pulls, and sure enough it’s not very comfortable as he wiggles it. Luo Binghe makes a soothing noise like Liu Qingge is some kind of child, and Liu Qingge grumbles.
Luo Binghe merely continues, the hand on his hips shifting to pull on his pants. The pull makes the fabric tighter against where it rests intimately against him, and Luo Binghe’s fingers of his other hand continue to push and rub and caress him. The contrast between the pleasure and discomfort makes Liu Qingge’s breathing go funny.
It’s usually the other way around – Shen Qingqiu’s fingers bringing him pleasure while Luo Binghe’s touch is harsher. Liu Qingge doesn’t know if he appreciates the reversal. But the situation gives him no choice at all but to take it; he can’t tell Shen Qingqiu his husband isn’t even bothering to try to help.
He’s not about to be in the middle of them fighting again.
The process to get him out is slow going. Shen Qingqiu is overly cautious in case the cave collapses further, and Luo Binghe encourages the care. Liu Qingge lets his head hang low, focusing only on his breathing. Luo Binghe’s ministrations are steady, constant. The pleasure is a slow build, and Liu Qingge’s face heats at the way he can feel the wetness leaking from him. If the wall wasn’t seperating him from his lower half, he’s sure that he could hear– could hear the squelching as Luo Binghe’s fingers move the fabric over his body.
Flushing, Liu Qingge digs his nails into his palms. Hopefully Luo Binghe lets him keep some dignity and stops before–
The even pressure on his clit quickly switches to pinching, and Liu Qingge lets out a cry. Shen Qingqiu freezes, but Luo Binghe keeps going. And Liu Qingge can’t control his mouth.
“Shidi?” Shen Qingqiu lets out, hands pressed tight between rock and Liu Qingge’s waist.
Another moan drops as Luo Binghe forces a finger inside, pants and all, and Liu Qingge’s body seizes up.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu rasps as Liu Qingge comes. “Are you really–”
Luo Binghe’s finger presses in even deeper. Liu Qingge whines.
“Shizun,” the demon croons. “His ass was just right here. How could I resist?”
“We were–”
“The demons are too stupid. We’ll easily be able to find them, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu’s voice is tight. “And the cave, on your end?”
“I could easily get Shishu out.” Another finger is forced inside with the first. “But you know he likes being immobile.”
Shen Qingqiu pulls his fingers out from the wall hole. One of his hands comes to rest on Liu Qingge’s shoulder. “And were you going to let us in this, husband? Did you plan this?”
“Of course not. It just worked out in my favor.”
A skeptical noise answers him, and then Liu Qingge finds himself forced to look at Shen Qingqiu, his chin held in Shen Qingqiu’s hand. “Shidi is already like this, I suppose.”
“He’s very wet, Shizun. Even with his pants I’m inside him.”
“Is that what made you come, Shidi?” he teases as his thumb caresses his jaw. Liu Qingge blinks at him. He gasps as Luo Binghe’s fingers shift. “Well, Binghe. You know Shidi is never satisfied with just one. Finish what you started; I raised you better.”
The pleased lilt to his voice is so smug that Liu Qingge shudders as Luo Binghe speaks. “Of course, Shizun. And you know Shishu loves it when you’re in his mouth. If this disciple could beg for help in pleasuring Shishu before I free him?”