Chapter Text
One day, as Binghe is cleaning up after dinner, the Smut Wizard delivers a Magical Xianxia Cocksleeve.
It appears out of nowhere, set innocently next to Binghe's arm. He picks it up, curious. The end vaguely resembles a pristine, if artificial, chrysanthemum. And while they are a contemporary invention, this is the Protagonist, who can recognize a thing to Put Your Dick In. Curious, he brushes his finger across the opening, only to jerk his hand away when he hears a startled gasp come from the other room.
Binghe leans his head out and sees Shizun sitting where Binghe left him, sipping tea and reading over some paperwork.
Hmm.
Binghe circles his finger over the opening again. There's no gasp this time, but Shen Qingqiu straightens up and stops breathing for a moment.
Shen Qingqiu: 😶
Luo Binghe: 😳
Shen Qingqiu breathes out and looks around the table to remember what he was doing. Binghe, full of shame and heat and longing, is about to press his finger in fully when Shen Qingqiu speaks up: “Binghe? Could you bring this master more hot water?”
The earnest request forces him to set the magical treat down and see to his master's needs. Unfortunately, by the time Binghe comes back to retrieve it, the magical cocksleeve has disappeared!
Until later that night.
It is very late in the night when Binghe returns to his room. His chores and training take up much of the evening. He is surprised to see the cocksleeve waiting for him on his bed, and next to it, a phial of oil. The urge to shove the thing on his cock is strong. But he could have been imagining Shizun's reaction earlier. He should be sure.
(And if he wants to get a glimpse of Shizun as he's playing with the toy, no one need know)
Binghe perches himself outside with a view of Shizun's window. Cocksleeve in one hand, oil in the other. Binghe isn't close enough to hear anything, but he can see Shizun where he is lying on the bed.
Binghe is too eager to wait more, flicks off the stopper with his thumb and messily dribbles the oil onto the toy. He nearly drops the phial in his haste to get his finger inside. This is his Shizun, his heart's match, and hurting Shizun would kill Binghe.
He pushes one finger in slowly, and sucks in a breath when the toy clamps down around him. He pauses for a moment, but Shizun is too deeply asleep to react. Binghe slowly starts stroking the inside of it, the way he does himself when he's alone in his room.
Before he knows it, Binghe has a second finger shoved inside the intensely tight space, pressing and curling, simultaneously hoping and fearing Shizun will wake up.
It is then that Binghe notices Shizun moving in bed, still mostly asleep but sensuously twisting against the sheets as Binghe fucks his fingers into the toy. Shizun rolls onto his stomach and unconsciously spreads his legs.
It's all too easy to imagine himself in Shizun's room, on Shizun's bed, kneeling between Shizun's legs as he pleases his master with his fingers. He lets himself pretend now, that he is there, and this is not some enchanted toy but his Shizun's body he's pleasuring.
What would he do? He spreads his fingers wide to force the toy open. If he were in the room, if Shizun were bare, would he see Shizun's body gape open in response? Unable to stop himself he presses his tongue into the toy.
Shizun reacts in truth now, pressing back into nothing, ass in the air, as Binghe fucks him with fingers and mouth, by proxy. Binghe can hear quiet, stifled sounds of pleasure from within. Does Shizun enjoy this? Did he create this toy and leave it for Binghe?
Binghe redoubles his efforts until the toy is wet and sloppy from his mouth and the oil. He curls his fingers, desperately casting about for the spot that could bring Shizun the most pleasure.
Binghe knows he is successful when Shen Qingqiu begins to frot against the bed more urgently, rutting until the toy clamps down on Binghe like a vice. Until he hears what might be a swallowed moan.
It is too much. Binghe drops the toy into the grass beside him and fumbles for his robes. He wrenches them aside just enough to shove a hand down against his aching cock, coming almost as soon as he squeezes a hand around himself.
You might be wondering if Binghe takes the cocksleeve back to his room and fucks it properly? He does not, because it disappears from where he dropped it on the grass!
It stays away until one afternoon when Shizun is generously playing the guqin for some of the disciples. He sits composed, robes artfully fluttering around him in the breeze, looking elegant and untouchable. Naturally, of course, when Binghe walks past the pavilion, the damn thing reappears in his hand. He turns on his heel and disappears behind some conveniently hidden, but not too hidden, greenery that still gives him line of sight on Shizun.
He can't. He musn't.
Then the phial of oil reappears in his other hand.
Binghe holds out long enough for his cock to fully harden. Long enough he might be able to convince himself that he tried to resist. Then he kneels down to slick down his fingers and starts massaging the toy.
He times inserting his fingers for when Shizun's hands float over the strings without touching. Binghe's fingers slip inside without resistance. From where he hides, he can only see Shen Qingqiu's profile, but his lips do part ever so slightly
How well can Shizun keep his composure? Will the second or third finger break it? Will he moan as Binghe strokes him in front of his students?
There is a flush to Shizun's neck now, even as he begins to play another piece. Binghe wonders what Shen Qingqiu thinks is happening. The first time could have been brushed aside as a dream, but now, Shizun is wide awake and Binghe knows the best angle to crook his fingers.
Shizun misses a string completely when Binghe presses a third finger in. He clears his throat as Binghe spreads his fingers wide.
Shizun skips the fourth section of the piece entirely, and places the cloth back over the guqin with visibly unsteady hands. He waves away a disciple who offers an arm to help him up.
Binghe knows his ancestry is to blame for his wickedness and these unfillial thoughts towards his Shizun. The guilt doesn't stop him though. He briefly removes his hand from the toy to undo his robes.
Shizun, nearly about to flee, feels the pressure inside him slack off. He lets out a gentle sigh. He uses the reprieve to answer a question and leave with a bit more dignity than haste. Meanwhile, Binghe slicks himself down. Looking at the toy it looks wide enough to accommodate his girth, but it will be snug. He has to take a breath when he wonders if Shizun is built that small as well.
Shizun is just leaving the pavilion when Binghe sets the toy up against the end of his cock. He will need to do this now if he wants to watch Shizun’s expression as it happens. He presses in. Shen Qingqiu stumbles.
Shen Qingqiu goes pale as Binghe continues to push inside, standing stock still in the middle of the courtyard. Another gentle shove rocks Shen Qingqiu onto the balls of his feet. He snaps his fan open and looks around, wide-eyed.
Binghe can't look away as Shizun's eyes go glassy as he is filled with Binghe's dick. Shen Qingqiu, not seeing anyone around him, starts to head back to their home. But Binghe starts to work the toy over his cock. Getting fucked, even a gently as Binghe is using the toy, has Shizun buckle at the waist and grip a wall for support. Binghe eases up for a moment, just letting the toy keep him warm and wet. Shizun takes deep breaths as he straightens and starts walking again. Binghe runs his fingers along the rim of the toy, feeling it flutter and clench.
Which is, of course, when Liu..... shishu appears
Binghe is too far away to hear anything, but he watches as Liu Qingge catches Shen Qingqiu by the elbow and helps him straighten. Pettily, Binghe fucks hard back into the toy, and regrets it immediately, as it sends Shizun slumping against Liu Qingge's chest
At the same time, HE is the one making Shizun's eyes roll back in his head, HE is the reason Shen Qingqiu is having to clutch Liu Qingge's robes to support. And if Binghe can hold off his own orgasm long enough to find the right angle again, HE will be the one to make Shen Qingqiu come in Liu Qingge's embrace
Shizun's thin face has him rallying his composure, trying to push Liu Qingge away and hide his face behind his fan. But he's also gasping for breath and leaning against the wall for support as Binghe pushes them both towards completion.
The War God is not easily dealt with, and stubbornly holds on to Shizun's arm. Which is for the best as Binghe manages to punch an orgasm out of both of them simultaneously. Shizun fails to smother a moan as he collapses and falls forward.
Binghe doesn't THINK he fucked Shizun unconscious, but Liu..... shishu is definitely holding him up, bundling him onto his sword, presumably to go see Mu Qingfang. While Binghe, for his part, feels close to a cultivation breakthrough having fucked his Shizun well in front of the whole sect
In a haze, Binghe doesn't notice the way Liu Qingge's eyes track over his location as he continues to stroke himself gently. He doesn’t see the way those eyes narrow accusingly as Liu Qingge flies off with Shen Qingqiu in his arms. Nor that the toy also disappears, full of Binghe's cum, as soon as its job is done.
[END PART 1]