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Shen Qingqiu wakes up with the distinct, utterly satisfying feeling of being full. His eyes flutter open as he struggles to take in his surroundings. He’s laying on Binghe’s chest, head tucked under his disciple’s chin, legs wide open, straddling Binghe’s waist as his disciples cock, somehow magically still hard, is inside him. The realization hits him alongside a hot rush of heat into his groin. He fell asleep on Binghe’s dick? How many rounds had they gone last night? He tries to recall… his stomach is uncomfortably sticky from his own (multiple) releases. Binghe had pushed him down onto his back and thrust hard and fast, panting and moaning as he begged for his shizun’s permission to release. Shen Qingqiu flushes as he recalls his own moans in return, wrapping his legs around Binghe’s waist and pulling him in tight, clenching around him in assent as he fell over the edge for the umpteenth time with him.
Of course, one round was never enough for Binghe, no matter how many rounds Shen Qingqiu had gone through. No matter how much he acted like he couldn't go on, all it took was one desperate plea from Binghe, puppy dog eyes looking up at him, cheeks flushed and lip bitten as he pouted. “Once more, Shizun? For this disciple? I can’t take it anymore…” Shen Qingqiu felt wronged… He couldn’t take it? What couldn’t he take?! His shizun was the one stretched around that monstrous length, back aching and thighs burning! He was silent as Binghe, on top of him, became more desperate (despite just releasing!). Binghe grabbed his hand, placing it on his burning cheek, and turning his head to nuzzle into it. He wrapped his arms around Shen Qingqiu, shoving his face into the side of his shizun’s neck and breathed deeply, inhaling his scent, unable to help the way his hips jerked forward against Shen Qingqiu’s abdomen. The need was clear in his voice as he softly called, “Shizun… please…”. The image, and his voice, went straight to Shen Qingqiu’s dick.
Before he knew it, despite grumbling in exasperation, his body moved willingly as he straddled Binghe’s lap, as Binghe called out to him, filling him up again. Binghe thrusted up into him with lighting speed and stamina, and Shen Qingqiu barely hung on for dear life. He felt his toes curl and his chest flush hot, and before he even realized it, Binghe’s fervent fucking, dick hitting deliciously right at his most sensitive spot, had his dick, right up against his stomach, tightening. His whole body clenched hard around Binghe and he came, head falling back and he cried out brokenly, spasming on Binghe’s cock with Binghe fucking him right through it, and then his vision blurred as he passed out, collapsing on his disciple, cock sheathed inside him.
Which leaves him where he is now, flushed and embarrassed at how fast he’d come despite his complaints, and yet, even more horrifyingly, horny at the idea of waking up on his sleeping disciple’s dick. Once memories of the last night come back to him, he becomes hyperaware of his position. Binghe is breathing deeply, still fast asleep, but hard inside him. With Binghe sleeping, Shen Qingqiu feels an odd thrill. He relishes the feeling of his disciples enormous length, making him feel stretched and full. He wants to stay like this forever, wants Binghe’s length in him, connecting them, claiming him. Wants Binghe inside him as he works on Demon Kingdom affairs in his office, while they eat, while they read together. The thought has his gut stirring and his dick half mast. Slowly, feeling the licks of arousal in his groin, he shifts, just slightly, still laying flat against Binghe. The movement sends Binghe’s length a little further inside him, brushing his prostate. Shen Qingqiu gasps as tendrils of pleasure go up his spine, even more aroused. Unable to help himself, he wriggles a bit more, relishing the delicious feeling. Binghe’s cock doesn’t go much in further, just slightly, shifting within him, brushing him deep within at a different angle. As he shifts, he feels his own cock rub deliciously between their stomachs. He’s never felt so sensitive before, even aware of the sensitivity of his inner thighs brushing Binghe’s sides It feels amazing, even better when he can’t help but realize he’s writhing on his sleeping disciples cock. He’s fully hard now, cheeks flushed, watching Binghe sleep. He pushes himself up slightly, onto his elbows, and braces his weight on his knees, and slowly, purposefully, rocks back into Binghe’s length properly, just once. The stimulation almost drives him insane, Binghe’s dick seems to harden more, going imperceptibly deeper, and he can’t help the ‘ah’ that falls from his mouth.
His movement makes Binghe rouse, eyes muddy as he becomes aware of his surroundings, of the incredible heat around his cock. He makes eye contact with Shen Qingqiu, and his shizun freezes, guilt evident in his eyes as he’s caught. Shen Qingqiu is flushed and fully aroused, shame clear on his face in a way that makes Binghe want to come on the spot. Binghe slowly smiles. “Shizun was enjoying himself on this disciple, was he?”
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t respond, opts to turn his head and look away as if he isn’t almost leaking, wrapped around Binghe. “Look at me,” Binghe calls. Shen Qingqiu turns back, biting his lip.
“Keep going,” Binghe states simply. “Fuck yourself on it. It’s yours, anyway” he says, leaning back, smirking lazily, hands tucked behind his head as he gazes at his shizun, lust evident in his eyes. Shen Qingqiu feels his resolve break. He stares at Binghe – Binghe stares back, his gaze feels electric running along his body, from Shen Qingqiu’s furrowed brows, to his piercing eyes, lips bitten in shame, along the red blush going down his neck, and finally, his dick, pink, pressed against his stomach. His unabashed stare makes Shen Qingqiu harden further, and he clenches unconsciously, feels himself leak precome. Binghe’s gaze catches on it, his smirk falls and his eyes darken, but he doesn’t move, eyes deep and dark, lifting back to meet his shizun’s.
The eye contact feels intense, intimate, like there’s nothing for Shen Qingqiu to hide his clear arousal behind. He wants to reach for his fan and hide behind it, but realizes his hands are currently braced on Binghe’s shoulders. The air between them feels thick, their surroundings blurred, nothing exists but their bodies, pressed together, and Binghe’s weighted stare. Shen Qingqiu slow lifts himself off Binghe’s cock, just enough that the head catches around his rim. He pushes himself back onto Binghe’s length, and gasps, not breaking eye contact. The pleasure is almost electric, intensified by Binghe’s stare. He flushes more, feeling as though he’s putting on a show for his disciple. But he’s the one who got caught using Binghe’s cock, shame burning through him at the thought. He feels possessed, like he’s lost control. On a regular day, he would never admit to how he’s acting now. He leans forward, and rocks back again, slowly, purposefully. Their gazes are heated. Shen Qingqiu fucks himself again, this time, a little faster, and the rush of arousal through him is intense, he can’t help but moan. Binghe’s gaze seems to break his willpower, and he gives in and loses control, fucking himself fast and hard, bouncing on Binghe’s length, his own cock angry and hard, slapping against his stomach. He feels, and hears, the slap of Binghe’s balls against his ass, the sensation making him feel even more turned on. He chases after his pleasure, the drive of Binghe’s cock so deep into him, slamming against his prostate. His body feels like it’s burning up, pleasure coursing through him, hearing himself calling out Binghe’s name, over and over again in the rhythm of their fucking. He grabs Binghe’s hand, pulling it towards his chest. Binghe understands immediately, rubbing one thumb over his nipple, the other hand tightly clenching is ass, making Shen Qingqiu moan in desperation.
His pleasure reaches it’s peak, and Shen Qingqiu feels close, so close, legs burning as he barely tries to hold himself up to keep going. Just when he feels like he’s about to come, his legs give out. Binghe takes over, grabbing his ass with both hands and pulling him up and down onto his dick. He doesn’t thrust, just fucks his shizun hard and fast onto him, driving so deep Shen Qingqiu thinks he can feel it in his stomach. Shen Qingqiu gasps and cries out Binghe’s name, eyes blurring and vision blanking as pleasure courses through him, reaching his peak. Binghe fucks him through his release, as long streaks of come rope upwards, landing on Shen Qingqiu’s chin, leaving him twitching as waves of orgasm pass through him.
When it’s over, Shen Qingqiu collapses forward, completely spent. He doesn’t regain his senses until a few moments later, feeling unbelievably sated. He feels, more than hears, the rumble of Binghe’s low raspy morning voice in awe against his chest, “I’ve never seen you come this much, shizun…” He can’t even speak, can barely lift his eyes towards his disciples face. When he finally does, Binghe’s eyes catch on the come on his chin. He feels Binghe’s dick twitch and harden further inside him at the sight, and his world rotates as Binghe rolls him over, pressing him into the bed.
Shen Qingqiu sighs. It’s going to be a long day.