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一
The first time he finds his way into Shen Qingqiu’s room was a mistake of fate. Luo Binghe had known better. The truth was, he had crawled into Shen Qingqiu’s room because he had heard his Shizun crying in his sleep and he wanted to comfort him. He had been as quiet as possible, coming in on hands and knees, ready to bow the second he was caught and apologize for the clear trespass.
But he’d made it all the way to his Shizun’s side, and when he had reached out to touch his brow, which was damp with sweat, Shizun had quieted and fallen into a much more peaceful sleep. And then Luo Binghe was left with a dilemma. He could leave, but then he would leave Shizun alone. What if he set to crying again, with no one by his side? Luo Binghe did not have the heart to leave him.
On the other hand, he could hardly stay. What if Shizun woke up and was furious with him for coming into his room without asking? He could end up right back in the woodshed, cold and alone. It wasn’t that he minded being cold or alone so much as that then Shizun would not have anyone to comfort him or to greet him in the morning or to help him dress.
Luo Binghe had been caught with indecision.
And then he crawled into bed with Shizun.
He knew that this was a poor choice. He really did! But the thought of sleeping next to Shizun was too good to pass up and he always woke up before him. He curled up against his large body, leaning his head against his shoulder. His fingers coiled in Shizun’s sleeves but he dare not take his hand. He breathed deep the scent of his beloved Shizun, wishing only that he could stay like this forever, that he would happily dust a thousand shelves and cut a thousand logs and fetch a thousand snacks if, at night, he could sneak into his bed to chase away these nightmares of his and warm him as he did now.
These were stolen touches, he knew, and perhaps one day his punishment would be great. But Luo Binghe was far more focused on the present, on the rise and fall of Shizun’s chest, and the warm of his breath. He imagined drifting to sleep in his arms, and he dreamed that one day he could have such a blessing for himself.
二
The second time was intentional. Luo Binghe had not waited until some nightmare that plagued Shizun, but instead crawled in on a night he could not sleep. His body was too warm by far, his robes clinging to his skin. Every sound had kept him annoyingly awake. Before long, Luo Binghe could not take it anymore. He crawled into Shizun’s room hoping that listening to his breath might help him center his own, and perhaps in that unified rhythm he could find a way to get back to sleep.
He hadn’t expected to be so overcome with desire. He hadn’t expected that the sound of Shizun breathing and the warmth of his body and the already warm night air on his skin would make him feel so alight. Luo Binghe tried to breathe, tried to focus and center his attention so that he could get rid of this worldly distraction. For a moment he thought the best thing he could do is simply go back into his room, and that any other course of action would be unfair to Shizun.
But it was so overwhelming.
His body ached.
Between his legs, his want pulsed with necessity. He rarely felt this way, but now it was too much.
He said an apology to Shizun in his head and palmed himself through his pants. He dared not move the fabric aside and dared not touch himself so blatantly, lest Shizun woke up. But he fell asleep next to him, squeezing and petting his erection through his pants, and feeling the warmth of a man he wanted more than anyone beside him.
三
The third time, Luo Binghe’s body burned bright red when he laid against Shizun. Shizun was on sleeping on his side, so Luo Binghe placed himself with his back to Shizun’s back, and then, with fumbling fingers, had decided to touch himself. It occurred to him that with Shizun’s incredibly well-trained senses, he would be able to hear and feel him. But Luo Binghe found that there was something about that thought that made him even harder. That made him want even more.
Luo Binghe had never before thought of how danger might play into all of this. As he considered it, he concluded he liked that very much. He touched himself thinking about what it would be like if Shizun caught him. What it would be like if one of the other Peak Lords caught them together.
Luo Binghe raised a hand to his mouth to bite down against his fist to keep himself from being too loud and relished the danger.
四
The fourth time, Luo Binghe grew bold.
Shizun was sleeping face down, snoring in his sleep. Luo Binghe shed his own pants and settled between Shizun’s legs. The breath he drew in was deep and terrified. The terror made it all the better.
What if he woke up?
Some still sane part of himself asked this question over and over. The rest of him replied: let him.
Luo Binghe rested his hard cock against the blankets covering Shizun’s body. Shizun shifted but did not stir. With his senses, Luo Binghe had all but convinced himself that meant that he was letting him. He could have awoken from the feeling of a single grain of rice dropping upon his blessed body.
Whether it was a lie or not, Luo Binghe used this thought to give him courage. He slid his cock down against Shizun’s body, slotting it against his ass. He rested his hands on body side of his body, barely breathing as he started to roll his hips down against Shizun. Sweat gathered on his brow and dripped off. Some part of him still understood that what he was doing was forbidden. That Shizun would have every right to kick him out. But he could not bring himself to stop.
Luo Binghe rutted against Shizun’s body for what felt like hours but in reality was only minutes. When his climax started to build it finally occurred to him that he would sully Shizun’s blankets if he came. His eyes widened, finally brought to his senses by the thought, and he scampered off back to his room to find his orgasm in the dark solitude of the shadows, away from Shizun’s precious and immaculate body.
五
The fifth time it happens, Luo Binghe had lost track of what it meant to be afraid. He crawled underneath Shizun’s sheets at the foot of the bed and rested between his legs. He parted Shizun’s robes and found his cock already hard. Luo Binghe was sure this was because of his presence. His determination burned brighter than ever at this supposed permission.
He leaned down and darted his tongue against the tip, which started to bead precum for him. The taste was so sweet that Luo Binghe almost moaned, forgetting himself. He swallowed down the sound along with the sticky substance.
Shizun still did not wake.
In the darkness under the sheets, Luo Binghe took Shizun’s cock in his mouth and pleasured him. Shizun moaned so sweetly for him and every sound made him bolder. What had started as gentle, quiet laps of his tongue and soft sucking quickly turned into fervent strokes, pulling almost all the way off of his cock to quickly eat it down again. He sucked and tasted more precum beading in his mouth. He drew it forth with absolute joy.
Luo Binghe wanted to give Shizun something truly good. On his next trip down his cock he relaxed his jaw and took it all the way into his throat. His eyes rolled back as he sucked upon it and avoided his gag reflex. Shizun was crying out so loud now, so beautifully. He couldn’t have stopped now if the Heavens had opened up and all of the gods in all the lands had stepped out.
When Shizun came down his throat, Luo Binghe cried from happiness. He sucked down every last drip of his seed and licked him clean.
六
The sixth time, Shen Qingqiu’s hand moved quick as a flash and grabbed Luo Binghe’s wrist. He should have done so sooner, but every time Luo Binghe had treated him so nicely. But by now it had escalated far beyond what he ever should have allowed. He had been a poor teacher to his disciple.
“Binghe,” he said gently, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the room. He could feel Luo Binghe shivering where he was holding onto him, waiting, no doubt, for a swift and severe punishment.
Apologies started slipping from Luo Binghe’s mouth like raindrops in a thunderstorm, “Shizun—Shizun, this disciple is so embarrassed. He will endure any punishment! He will go back to the woodshed! Please, Shizun, don’t kick Luo Binghe out, please—”
Shen Qingqiu could tell he was crying. He didn’t need to see to know that all of his blubbering was accompanied by tears made in humiliation and embarrassment. Shen Qingqiu used his hold on Luo Binghe’s wrist to pull him closer. Luo Binghe complied, all but tripping over his own feet in an attempt to do exactly what Shen Qingqiu wanted. He moved him until he was standing between his legs where he was sitting up in his bed. His robes gave him little coverage like this, and he blushed a little knowing that Luo Binghe probably could see his erection between them, even in the dark.
“Hush now,” he said, reaching up to wipe some of his tears away. They were so beautiful. Luo Binghe was so beautiful when he cried, each tear like a pearl. Shen Qingqiu put one hand behind Luo Binghe’s neck and helped him lean down so he could reach up and kiss the tears away, darting out with his tongue to taste and then kissing him outright.
Luo Binghe was tense at first, expecting to be hit. But then he softened and started crying more, playing into Shen Qingqiu’s desires.
They stayed like this for some time.
Until, finally, Shen Qingqiu let him go and reached for the fastening of his pants. “Let Shizun return the favor,” he said.
Shen Qingqiu had felt Luo Binghe’s cock against his body night after night, but to see it was an entirely different thing. Dainty and delicate, Luo Binghe’s cock was as beautiful as the rest of his body. He helped it on and stroked it lightly before bringing it to his mouth.
Luo Binghe tensed, shocked by what was happening. At first he did nothing, but then his hands came up and he petted Shen Qingqiu’s hair back and out of his face. He slowly started to rock his hips into Shen Qingqiu’s mouth as Shen Qingqiu continued to encourage him.
It was easy for Shen Qingqiu to take his entire length, but he wanted to give him friction, too. He tried to give as good as he had gotten the night before, sucking him down and teasing with his tongue. Above him, Luo Binghe was crying again, this time out of pleasure. He sound of it went straight to Shen Qingqiu’s cock, but he had already resolved to take care of it after Luo Binghe left.
Afterwards, with the taste of Luo Binghe’s release still so sweet on his lips, he laid his disciple down in his lap, petting his hair gently as he fell asleep. He kissed his temple and thanked him for the sweet treatment he had given him.
“Wake up Shizun next time,” he said softly to Luo Binghe’s sleeping form, as if it hadn’t been his choice to feign being asleep. As if he hadn’t played into Luo Binghe’s hands. But then again, that was all part of the game. And this was simply the next step.