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It starts with a kiss.
Or more accurately, the lack of one.
Look, when Shen Qingqiu was first kidnapped taken to the Demon Realm without having been asked for his opinion on a sudden vacation, he was a bit miffed! Rightfully so! He thought the Realgar wine incident would have nipped Zhuzhi-lang’s undesirable savior complex in the bud but the tenacious snake demon managed to shake it off and take Shen Qingqiu anyway.
Okay, fine, he thinks. He’ll just find a way to escape the new lavish rooms and fancy underground palace and the strange contentment he feels in Zhuzhi-lang’s presence. Easy.
Except it’s more difficult than one might think to leave the Demon Realm. And he’s actually been treated very well. Too well, even!
So it’s only natural that after a certain amount of time spent almost solely in the presence of Zhuzhi-lang that Shen Qingqiu would grow weak to his serpentine charms and intense affection. Clearly those related to the protagonist share some of his inherent allure! It’s not Shen Qingqiu’s fault that one of the many times Zhuzhi-lang innocently came to dress him for the day ahead, that Shen Qingqiu maybe sort of…kissed him.
These things happen! Even to men as straight as he is!
Was?
Is!
Embarrassingly enough Shen Qingqiu has just barely brushed his lips against Zhuzhi-lang’s when the latter pulls back, one clawed hand lifted to hide the hint of fangs.
“Master Shen…” Zhuzhi-lang’s cheeks flush beneath uneven patches of deep green scales. “This humble one is flattered but there is no need to force yourself.”
Shen Qingqiu blinks. Wait, wait, wait. Hold on. Is he…being rejected? By the guy who literally stole him away!?
“Not that it isn’t kind of you to attempt intimacy even though my appearance is so grotesque,” Zhuzhi-lang continues with a sheepish smile. “Perhaps when Junshang’s plan is finished and he has regained the power to abolish my more unseemly features then—”
“Xizhi-lang.”
“Um. Yes?”
“What” —Shen Qingqiu removes the fan he has only just placed in his sleeve and, in one smooth motion, bops Zhuzhi-lang on the head with it— “in the heavens are you talking about?”
Zhuzhi-lang doesn’t seem put out at all by the gentle attack. “Master Shen, this one knows how he looks.”
Do you, though!? The scales and fangs are hot, Xizhi-lang! You’re hot!
“If this master may ease your concern,” Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, “I find your serpentine appearance to be remarkably endearing. Very handsome.”
“Oh. Well, I…this humble one um…” Zhuzhi-lang flounders, blush deepening until even the pointy tips of his ears are red. “That’s very nice of you to say, but there are other features you can’t see at the moment that are surely too horrific for Master Shen’s elegant sensibilities.”
What am I, a delicate flower? Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “Such as?”
Zhuzhi-lang averts his eyes downwards, tight-lipped all of a sudden. And Shen Qingqiu realizes with dawning horror—and a mouth gone rapidly dry for no particular reason—that snakes are biologically much different from humans in one specific area of the body.
They have two…
Shen Qingqiu’s gaze slides down to the place he now understands Zhuzhi-lang is looking at in wordless answer to his question. As a monster enthusiast and person who’s spent too much time on the internet, he is well aware that snakes have hemipenes. He just never thought that fun fact would directly affect him in any way.
He isn’t sure what he expected to see but there’s no obvious bulge or anything, the area just looks normal. Though if Zhuzhi-lang has a cloaca situation going on that might explain things. If only he would take off his robes then…then Shen Qingqiu would be able to sate the regular, non-sexual curiosity he has for inhuman creatures!
Oh wow, his mouth feels like the desert.
He glances back up to find Zhuzhi-lang already watching him. There’s something seeking and hungry that seeps from those pale yellow irises; Shen Qingqiu has never seen such an expression from him before.
Opening his fan to hide his face, Shen Qingqiu says, “Xizhi-lang doesn’t give this master enough credit.”
Which is how he finds himself back in bed, bracketing Zhuzhi-lang’s hips with his knees, and putting aside his sense of self-preservation to willingly enter the snake demon’s mouth.
Shen Qingqiu rests the pad of his thumb against Zhuzhi-lang's bottom lip. He barely has to put pressure on it; Zhuzhi-lang obediently lets his mouth fall open, revealing two dense rows of sharp white teeth. His fangs poke out further from the rest—long, thin, and curving inward.
“Beautiful,” Shen Qingqiu breathes with a smile that verges on giddy.
“If Master Shen says so…” is how Shen Qingqiu thinks Zhuzhi-lang responds. But his fingers are already in Zhuzhi-lang’s mouth, feeling the smooth teeth and pressing against the dangerous tips of his fangs, so the words come out garbled.
Say what you will about Airplane’s terrible worldbuilding and beyond-basic plots and low IQ villains and repetitive papapa scenes and— ahem there's just too much to complain about, but his inhuman creatures are beyond compare! How can Zhuzhi-lang be ashamed of how he looks? The scales and teeth and everything are incredible!
“Xizhi-lang should know better than to disagree with this immortal master’s holy and unbiased observation.” His index finger slips, brushing along the side of Zhuzhi-lang’s tongue. The sudden wetness isn’t as startling as the way Zhuzhi-lang carefully closes his lips around the fingers still in his mouth…and sucks.
His tongue isn’t thin and forked as it is in his full snake form but there’s a slight indentation at the tip that Shen Qingqiu can feel as it drags over his knuckles. Shen Qingqiu swallows, slowly pulling his fingers free.
“Impatient,” he chides breathlessly.
Zhuzhi-lang looks appropriately chastised, deceptively innocent, but Shen Qingqiu is pretty much sitting in his lap. There are certain things a man can feel while being in this position, okay! Pillar-like objects!! And while such objects might have been unnoticeable initially, they have now become impossible to ignore. Shen Qingqiu’s curiosity is practically at its peak, along with his ability to pretend his own cough pillar-like object is unaffected by the current circumstances.
They’re both stripped of their outer robes but while Shen Qingqiu’s white shift easily slips down his shoulder, Zhuzhi-lang is still very much covered up. Scales peek out from his collar, trailing up to dash across his neck and over his jaw. They shine in the gentle lamplight.
Starting at Zhuzhi-lang’s temple, Shen Qingqiu drags a finger along the cool scales. He traces his way down until he hits soft fabric then hooks his finger in Zhuzhi-lang’s collar and tugs lightly. Zhuzhi-lang goes unnaturally still for a brief moment before he makes a little “oh” noise and begins to shrug out of his shift. His movements are measured, cautious. Too adorably self-conscious to be a purposeful striptease.
His collarbone is revealed first, then firm shoulders. Both are spotted with a sparse couple of scales. It’s almost like he has freckles; sun kissed with shining green. Shen Qingqiu continues to drag his finger along them, following the path as it’s uncovered. He’s fascinated by how the scales merge with skin.
Zhuzhi-lang shivers beneath the touch, lips pressed together tightly. He doesn’t quite manage to hold back a surprised, unsteady exhale through his nose. Is he…
Shen Qingqiu remarks, “You’re ticklish.”
“It appears so,” Zhuzhi-lang says helplessly.
“You didn’t know?”
Zhuzhi-lang shakes his head. “This one has never had the opportunity to learn.”
“Hm.” Shen Qingqiu wonders if it’s the scales or the surrounding skin that’s ticklish. Well, there’s only one way to find out.
Zhuzhi-lang returns to slowly undressing himself—holding back a reflexive jolt every so often—and Shen Qingqiu’s hand never once stills, teasing him with the barest glance of skin against skin in an attempt to discern which areas are most responsive.
But when Zhuzhi-lang’s full chest finally meets the air, Shen Qingqiu’s breath catches. All thoughts leave his mind.
Aside from asymmetrical splotches of skin across Zhuzhi-lang’s stomach and ribs, he’s almost entirely covered in scales that grow denser the lower they go. Dark nipples peek out between the scaly patches and Shen Qingqiu can’t help circling one of the hardening buds with his thumb, watching it pebble beneath his touch.
“Ah” —Zhuzhi-lang grasps Shen Qingqiu’s waist— “Master Shen, you…”
“Are you sensitive here too?”
“Mn.” Zhuzhi-lang’s pupils have dilated, expanding from thin black slits into a near roundness. His grip tightens. Shen Qingqiu can feel the bite of sharp nails through the fabric. “Is…is Master Shen also sensitive?” One of his hands slides beneath to splay against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach; it’s warmer than expected. “Can this one touch?”
Shen Qingqiu’s waist weakens for an instant but he quickly pulls himself together, straightening his back. He cries out internally, What’s the point of asking when you’ve already gone and done it?!
“You may,” Shen Qingqiu manages to answer with remarkable poise.
Zhuzhi-lang smiles, a sweet and mild upward tilt of his lips. Then with no warning whatsoever, he flips their positions. Shen Qingqiu’s back doesn’t exactly hit the bed, Zhuzhi-lang is clearly trying his best to be gentle, but it’s not the smoothest transition. And in less than the blink of an eye, the rest of Shen Qingqiu’s clothes have been torn away. Even his pants!
“Hold on, hold on!” It’s not a big deal to be naked in front of another man, but to be so while being touched with such overt excitement and reverence is new. Every brush of Zhuzhi-lang’s skin against his leaves trails of heat that go straight to his cock. It twitches where it's pressed against Zhuzhi-lang’s still-covered bulge.
Shen Qingqiu’s thighs have spread naturally to make room for Zhuzhi-lang to kneel between them, so he can’t exactly hide his arousal. He’s only half hard, though. That’s a reasonable amount for any man to be when underneath a handsome snake demon. Now if he was flushed and leaking already then—
Zhuzhi-lang’s thin fingers curl carefully around his cock. Shen Qingqiu makes an embarrassing noise, pretends he didn’t, and smacks Zhuzhi-lang’s arm. “I said, hold on!”
“My sincerest apologies.” Zhuzhi-lang’s thumb presses down lightly, just under the head. “But didn’t Master Shen give this one permission to touch?”
This boy… The bashful tint hasn’t left Zhuzhi-lang’s face but his actions don’t match!
“I did.” Shen Qingqiu pushes up onto his elbows, ignoring the way he now has a full view of Zhuzhi-lang’s hand wrapped around his length. “But I expect to be given the same courtesy in return.”
Zhuzhi-lang tilts his head. “Hasn’t Master Shen already—”
“Your pants. Take them off.”
Zhuzhi-lang's pupils expand further.
He takes off his pants.
…Uh oh.
“Fuck.” Shen Qingqiu’s jaw drops. Those aren’t mere pillars, those are…those are…
He’ll die if both of those go inside him!!
Between Zhuzhi-lang’s legs is a slit—cloaca, Shen Qingqiu’s brain helpfully supplies (he was correct in his hypothesis earlier)—from which two vaguely penis-like organs protrude, one on top of the other. There might be… oh fuck are those ridges? No, stop! It doesn’t matter if those things are ribbed for his pleasure because Shen Qingqiu is literally about to be speared to death on them!
“Master Shen?” Zhuzhi-lang seems flustered. “Are you all right?”
Shen Qingqiu decides to be blunt. “Those won’t fit.”
“Oh, don’t worry. This one will prepare you appropriately. Junshang has shown me many questionable books over the years that mention such things with um…varying levels of detail.”
“Please don’t bring up your uncle while we’re naked.”
“Master Shen, you know I can’t make that promise.”
Shen Qingqiu sighs, nodding to himself. Of course not. How silly of him to ask.
He flops back down onto the bed and folds his hands together, resting them on his chest. With all the dignity he can muster—which is quite a lot as long as he doesn’t look at Zhuzhi-lang or the weapons between his thighs, and also deludes himself into believing his own cock isn’t veritably weeping—he says, “You may proceed.”
And proceed Zhuzhi-lang does!
The gauzy bed curtains sway above them as he tenderly works Shen Qingqiu open. A moment needs to be taken for Zhuzhi-lang to blunt the nails on one hand—Shen Qingqiu insists on it—but other than that mild setback and Shen Qingqiu’s certainty that these may be his last moments, it actually doesn’t feel that bad. A little weird, sure. He’s never put anything back there before but at least Zhuzhi-lang manages to find his prostate after a period of horrifically awkward searching that will not be recounted.
Shen Qingqiu would have helped but…he doesn’t really know where it is either, okay! Leave him alone!
Anyway!!
Having been softened by a low thrum of continuous pleasure, and with Zhuzhi-lang’s long fingers still pressing mercilessly deep inside him, Shen Qingqiu starts to think that maybe the double dick situation is less worrisome than he initially believed. Surely he’s strong enough to take at least one of them. And if not, death by dual pillar is probably better than being turned into a human stick. He’ll take what he can get.
“Master Shen seems more relaxed,” Zhuzhi-lang says. He strokes his palm along the inside of Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. The smattering of scales feel heavenly against heated skin.
“I have made my peace.”
“Um…what?”
“Nothing.” Shen Qingqiu chances a glance at Zhuzhi-lang, then flicks his eyes back up before he manages to glimpse anything else. “This master is ready.”
He may not have been ready.
Shen Qingqiu is on his hands and knees, facing away from Zhuzhi-lang. It’s supposed to be easier from the back, right? But as Zhuzhi-lang begins to press inside, Shen Qingqiu’s lips part on a soundless gasp. His fingers curl into fists against the bed.
“Master Shen?” Zhuzhi-lang cups Shen Qingqiu’s hip. “Is it—”
“Don’t stop.” It’ll be worse if you stay like this! “I’m fine. Keep going.”
Zhuzhi-lang drapes himself across Shen Qingqiu’s back to press a kiss where short, soft hair meets neck. He slides further inside with the movement; Shen Qingqiu bites his tongue in order to hold back the mortifying noises trying to escape.
The stretch isn’t painful but there’s just so much and Zhuzhi-lang’s pace is maddeningly slow; Shen Qingqiu is panting by the time he’s fully inside.
But, okay! That wasn’t so bad. Looks like Shen Qingqiu was just being dramatic before. Two dicks? Pff that’s nothing to the lord of Qing Jing Peak!
“Master Shen is doing very well.” Zhuzhi-lang’s voice is a little tight, almost breathless. “Just one more.”
One…more? No…it couldn’t be…
Shen Qingqiu blinks over his shoulder. He can’t see what’s going on back there but he can feel the drag of Zhuzhi-lang pulling out slightly and then—
“Ah! Ngh…fuck!” Shen Qingqiu’s legs give out from under him. Zhuzhi-lang catches him, holding him up with a hand pressed against his stomach.
There’s an immediate, aching fullness that Shen Qingqiu has never felt anything like before. How could he have thought he’d taken both pillars before? This is…fuck. It’s so much.
And before he can attempt to acclimate himself to the feeling, Zhuzhi-lang shifts backward. Shen Qingqiu whimpers as he’s pulled up to sit on Zhuzhi-lang’s lap, back to chest. The new position sheathes Zhuzhi-lang deeper, pushing the breath from his lungs.
“Master Shen, look.” Zhuzhi-lang’s mouth is warm against the nape of his neck. Shen Qingqiu shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
What’s the point in looking, ah? He can feel it! With Zhuzhi-lang rubbing a thumb over the slight protrusion on Shen Qingqiu’s stomach, how can Shen Qingqiu not be aware of how it looks?? It’s like he’s in a snake porno or something! No Orochimaru x Reader fanfic could have prepared him for this.
Not that he’s read many of those. It was only to satisfy his curiosity, okay?! Everyone's done it!
“You won’t look?” Zhuzhi-lang’s voice is tinged with undisguised anticipation. He rocks up into Shen Qingqiu who, despite the shock of pleasure, still resolutely keeps his eyes closed. “Then…”
Zhuzhi-lang takes one of Shen Qingqiu’s hands and gently presses it to his stomach.
“Xizhi-lang, you—”
Zhuzhi-lang thrusts up.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes shoot open. The feeling of Zhuzhi-lang beneath their joined hands as well as within is too much to handle. Heat spikes through him and pools in his stomach.
“Hah…ah…” Shen Qingqiu’s head falls back to rest against Zhuzhi-lang’s shoulder as the latter speeds up in earnest. His free hand scrambles for something to hold onto. Struggling for breath, he reaches back to grasp Zhuzhi-lang’s arm, nails scraping against gleaming scales. “Too fast, Xizhi-lang please,” he begs, “slow down. Just a little, just— ah! Oh fuck, right there.”
Zhuzhi-lang smiles against Shen Qingqiu’s neck; sharp teeth graze against the sensitive skin. He lets go of Shen Qingqiu’s hand, sliding his fingers down sweat-damp skin to wrap around Shen Qingqiu’s cock. Precum dribbles down his hand as he begins to pump in time to his thrusts.
Shen Qingqiu’s pulse quickens. His cock throbs. He feels too hot, too full, too good.
It doesn’t take much more for him to come—fingernails digging into Zhuzhi-lang’s skin, throat hoarse from crying out.
But Zhuzhi-lang is nowhere close to following him.
Shen Qingqiu’s mind is hazy from release, sensitive from burgeoning overstimulation, and he suddenly remembers an important detail from Proud Immortal Demon Way.
Luo Binghe’s stamina in bed far outlasts his various wives and lovers. Zhuzhi-lang is his cousin. And a demon. And still outrageously hard even though this is supposedly his first time. Who knows how long it’ll take for him to come?!
Shen Qingqiu nearly sobs.
He needs to do something! But what? He can’t think, he’s too overwhelmed. So he doesn’t think. He just gives in to the shuddering pleasure and captures Zhuzhi-lang’s lips with his own.
Zhuzhi-lang makes a surprised little noise, stiffens against his back, and…comes.
…
Just like that!?
That’s all it took!!??
Oh, this sweet boy. Shen Qingqiu kisses him through it, automatically clenching down around him despite the overstimulated spikes of pleasure-pain.
When they finally break apart, Shen Qingqiu goes pliant in his arms. Completely boneless. He’ll let Zhuzhi-lang do the rest of the work. No more moving for this old man!
He can already feel his waist trying to cramp as Zhuzhi-lang pulls out. Wetness seeps down his thighs.
Shen Qingqiu grimaces at the feeling.
Zhuzhi-lang's hands hover over him, fretful and unsure now that they're no longer connected. “I’ll fetch water and a cloth to clean you up.”
He starts to leave the bed but Shen Qingqiu stops him with a soft, “Zhuzhi-lang.”
A surprised smile spreads across Zhuzhi-lang's flushed face. “Yes?”
“Come here.” Shen Qingqiu crooks a finger and Zhuzhi-lang returns to his side. He presses his lips to the corner of Zhuzhi-lang’s mouth.
So that it can end with a kiss too.