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"Stop shifting around, blockhead, will you?"
A groan escaped Liu Qingge's lips when Luo Binghe bent his knee further up, letting it slip between Liu Qingge's legs. It applied unwanted pressure to his groin, a flush creeping up Liu Qingge's neck and ears as he tried to lift his body off Luo Binghe's firm chest stuffed underneath him. He was grateful to everyone above that the stone coffin they were stuck in was submerged in complete darkness.
Something shifted above, silk material brushing over Liu Qingge's cheeks.
"Be good and stay still, shidi." Shen Qingqiu grunted, chest pressed snuggly to the man beneath him as he grabbed the underside of one of his knees. "Apologies, it may be more comfortable this way." he whispered, guiding Liu Qingge to rest his thigh on his shixiong's back.
Liu Qingge tensed, stuffed neatly between Luo Binghe writhing beneath him and Shen Qingqiu hoovering above. He gazed at the coffin lid, lips pressed in a narrow line as he held back the whine welling up in his throat when Shen Qingqiu shifted his hips forward. His back, hitting the lid, started to hurt and give out from the strain he put on himself to prevent falling onto Liu Qingge's chest and crushing him between them.
How did they end up in such a ridiculous situation? The curplirt was lying right beneath him, hand sliding down one of Liu Qingge's thighs. Liu Qingge's was too stunned to speak and only a shudder betrayed his true feelings.
He did not know how exactly he ended up like this but he definitely knew Luo Binghe planned all of this from the very beggining, since they entered Huan Hua Palace.
"Ow, ow, ow, Shizun! You are pulling on my hair." Luo Binghe puffed out a laugh, shifting around.
"Apologies, Binghe." Shen Qingqiu whimpered quietly at the way Luo Binghe pulled his knee and caused him to topple over Liu Qingge completely.
Liu Qingge's head spun at the sudden warmth that hit his ear, Shen Qingqiu's lips almost brushing over his flushed skin. The sudden movement caused Shen Qingqiu to press his hips forward. Both, he and Liu Qingge froze when their groins met, hard bulges visible to the slightest touch.
"Shidi..." Shen Qingqiu hot breath hit Liu Qingge's ear once more, a shudder traveling up his spine before he shut his eyelids. "Shidi, please don't move."
Clam down, calm down, calm down. Luo Binghe will tear you apart.
"What are you afraid of?" Luo Binge noticed the way Liu Qingge tried to curl away and put his plam onto one of his shoulder. "You heard your shixiong. Won't you be a good boy and stay still for a while, hm?" Binghe tightened his fingers and pushed his body back down.
He smiled with delight at the muffled gasps that left both of the others' throats. Binghe's palm slid further down Liu Qingge's thigh before he curled up his fingers around the soft flesh, nails almost biting through the robes. With his other hand Binghe caught the one belonging to Liu Qingge and guided it to his shixiong's rear.
Liu Qingge's eyes shot open, jaw slackening but no words left his lips. He could hear the breathy laugh behind his ears as Binghe prompted him to get a firmer grasp.
"Squeeze, he likes that." Binghe tightened his fingers around Liu Qingge's as both of them pushed their nails into the flesh of Shen Qingqiu's ass.
As a reply they got to hear the sweetest whimper that ripped from Shen Qingqiu's throat.
"See?"
"Stop teasing, Binghe." Shen Qingqiu panted, his back finally giving out before he fell onto his shidi's chest.
Liu Qingge was caged, not ready to admit how much he enjoyed being sandwitched with both, Binghe and his shixiong, rubbing over his groin. Not ready to admit how many times he imagined both of them railing the daylights out of him as he begged for them not to stop the onslaught. Now that he finally got the chance to pursue his fantasies he was afraid to wake up from yet another wet dream and continue into the day with dissapointment.
"We... We have to open the lid and get out." he managed to whisper, a little too unsure to slip by Binghe's attentive ears.
"Have we?" Binghe freed Liu Qingge's hand, still making sure it never left Shizun's ass and reached towards Liu Qingge's head.
Calloused fingers tangled in his dark hair, ruining the ponytail as Binghe slipped the hairpin off. Shen Qingqiu huffed, pressing his lips to Liu Qingge's neck and beginning to suck. Binghe gripped Liu Qingge's hair, cranning his neck further and drawing a wail out of his throat.
Liu Qingge bit into his lower lip, embarrased about his over the top reaction. But his eyelids fell close, hips bucking up unwillingly.
"Does shidi like that?" Shen Qinqiu panted into his neck, feeling him squirm beneath. "Do that again, Binghe."
"Whatever Shizun pleases." Binghe secured his hold on Liu Qingge's hair and janked his head backwards again.
"No...!"
Liu Qingge's body shook with pleasure, heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach as Shen Qingqiu bit into his neck at the same time with Binghe's movements.
"No? This disciple thinks Shizun was right." Binghe bucked his hips, his bulging erection sliding in between Liu Qingge's asscheeks. "Little shidi likes being treated roughly."
"No, I-..." Liu Qingge grit his teeth, thighs trembling.
"Wait, Binghe." Shen Qingqiu caught Binghe's wrist, stopping him from pulling on shidi's hair again. Shen Qingqiu gripped Liu Qingge's chin and forced him to look straight into his eyes. "Shidi, we wanted to ask about something."
Liu Qingge gulped, irises almost sparkling as he looked up at Shen Qingqiu's face. He was so beautiful in Liu Qingge's eyes, so ethereal. In that exact moment he wished Shen Qingqiu would let go of everything and plunge into him already. Liu Qingge squirmed, torn between bucking his hips to meet with Shen Qingqiu's groin or pressing backwards to feel the warmth of Binghe's erection.
He chose to lift his bottom, the sweet slide of Shen Qingqiu's clothed cock against his drawing a whimper out of his slackened lips.
"Impatient, are we?" Binghe puffed out a laugh as his palm wandered to shidi's hips and pulled him back down.
Liu Qingge tried to fight, free himself and continue. But the firm grip Binghe had on him, stilled his body every time. Liu Qingge moved his hands onto Binghe's, pressing nails into his skin in hopes he would let go. And when Binghe didn't, Liu Qingge did, extended his arm upwards and gripped harshly onto Shen Qingqiu's ass, bringing his shixiong's hips down instead.
Shen Qingqiu lost the rest of balance he still had and their foreheads crashed, cocks pressing onto one another.
"Easy there, little shidi. Be good for a while, let's listen to Shizun, okay?" Binghe pressed his lips onto Liu Qingge's cheeks, trying to calm his down with butterfly kisses. "Okay?"
Liu Qingge nodded but didn't let go of Shen Qingqiu, who laughed with amusement.
"Both Binghe and I took a liking to you, shidi. We wanted to ask if you would be willing to try some things with us?" to suggest what he meant exactly he ground his hips down, drawing a gasp from shidi's lips.
Liu Qingge averted his gaze, every once of courage leaving his spirit when he heard that question. His heart punded harshly in his ears, flush wandering further up his cheeks. It wasn't a dream? Wasn't he dreaming? What if he wakes up when he agrees? He hated that idea, so much that he could only shyly nod his head and wait with dread to end his fantasy.
"Mmm, use your words, little shidi. We want to be sure you aren't forcing yourself." Binghe spoke right by his ear, sending yet another tingle up his spine.
"Please say it for us, shidi?" Shen Qingqiu pressed his thumb between Liu Qingge's lips, forcing him to part them before he pressed on shidi's tongue.
"Ye... Yes." Liu Qingge enveloped his lips around Shen Qingqiu's finger, sucking on it in earnest.
"Yes, what?" Binghe groaned, sliding his palm down Liu Qingge's chest to press onto the bulge underneath his robes and massage it slowly.
Liu Qingge's legs trembled as the euphoric feeling hit him, ears ringing.
"I... I want to try... with you." he turned his head to the side after his shixiong finally let go of his chin.
His ear fell right above Luo Binghe's heart, the steady yet fast thumping making his groin tingle twice as much. It felt so good to know Liu Qingge wasn't the one who wanted it. It felt so good to be desired.
"Good boy." Shen Qingqiu's fingers wandered back into his shidi's hair, grabbing firmly as his other hand traveled down to press over Binghe's.
As a reward Shen Qingqiu pulled on Liu Qingge's hair, a whine filling the narrow walls of the coffin. Binghe kneaded over his cock, a spike of pleasure waking his own up further. The twitch of Binghe's dick prompted Liu Qingge to grind down, pants falling from his mouth uninterrupted.
"Fuck..." Binghe groaned, reaching for Shen Qingqiu and bringing his face down.
Their lips clashed together, Binghe's tongue taking advantage of his Shizun's surprise to slip inside. Shen Qingqiu's hand fell on the side of Binghe's head, the other yanking at shidi's hair. Liu Qingge's whines were muffled by his shixiong's chest. The pressure they applied to his body from both sides made his head spin, hips grinding down and up over and over again.
Through the pure bliss he didn't realize how fast Binghe undid his robes and pushed a hand into his pants. Liu Qingge keened when calloused fingers wrapped around his cock and freed it from the soaked material.
"Shidi, open your mouth, please?" Shen Qingqiu panted when Binghe let go of his lips.
Through the ringing in his ears Liu Qingge didn't register shixiong's request, maybe he didn't want to. Maybe he wanted to take more and more. And he did get what he wished for when another hand joined the one already in his hair and pulled harshly.
"Didn't you heard what your shixiong said?" Binghe pressed his thumb over the head of Liu Qingge's cock, tightening his fingers. "Open up."
Liu Qingge shuddered and turned towards Shen Qingqiu, jaw slackening and lips falling open. Shen Qingqiu pushed his index finger inside the warmth of his mouth, pressing on his tongue, before he caught it between two fingers and pulled on it lightly. Liu Qingge, forced to stick his tongue out, couldn't stop the saliva that spilled down the corner of his lips.
Shen Qingqiu held his tongue just like that for a while, tipping his head to the side and playing with it. When he deemed himself satisfied, Shen Qingqiu pressed the tip of his finger to Liu Qingge's teeth. Luo Binghe noticed and wouldn't be himself if he didn't take advantage of it.
"Don't bite Shizun's fingers." Binghe said with a smirk, hand gliding up and down Liu Qingge's cock at much faster speed.
That, Liu Qingge could manage without closing his teeth around Shen Qingqiu's hand. He could manage, until Binghe yanked on his hair and his mouth fell unwillingly, teeth enveloping Shen Qingqiu's fingers. Shen Qingqiu gasped, eyes falling close in nothing but pure bliss. Binghe moved his hand from Liu Qingge's cock and raised it to his closed lips.
"Open." he ordered and shidi couldn't deny him.
Liu Qingge freed his shixiong's fingers, panting prettily between them. Binghe then tapped on his tongue as if to avert his attention back to what was happening before he pushed two fingers down his throat without any warning. Liu Qingge choked on them, arms searching for purchase in Shen Qingqiu.
But Shen Qingqiu only smiled warmly before he caught both of his wrists and held them firmly in front of his chest. Liu Qingge started to toss around as much as he was allowed to in that narrow space. He wanted to hold onto his shixiong, yet he was denied.
Yet instead of anger, arousal welled up in his chest. Shen Qingqiu held him down unyeldingly as Binghe pushed fingers down his throat repeatidly. He choked and gagged around them, his dick growing impossibly harder.
"Shhh, be good for us." Shen Qingqiu threaded his fingers through shidi's hair, pushing away the ones that stuck to his sweaty forehead. "It's okay. We will take care of you."
Liu Qingge pushed his hips up, brushing his cock onto Shen Qingqiu's robes in search for any sort of relief. Shen Qingqiu, too worked up himself, pressed down, moving his pelvis in circular motion. Liu Qingge gagged on Binghe's fingers once again when he plunged them down his throat, groaning behind Liu Qingge's ear.
"Shizun, lift up your hips for a moment." Binghe instructed, fingers leaving Liu Qingge's mouth and the same hand sliding down his torso.
Shen Qingqiu propped himself up on the wall beside Binghe's head and hoisted his rear up. Binghe used the occasion to slip his palm into Liu Qingge's pants and onto his plump ass. Liu Qingge tensed as Binghe's fingers slid down and down, and probed at his rim.
"First time?" Binghe whispered beside his ear.
Liu Qingge shook his head weakly.
"Oh?" Shen Qingqiu puffed out a laugh. "Shidi tried it by himself? Or someone else did it for you? Don't worry Binghe is amazing at it, I guarantee he is better than whoever did it for you."
"No..." Liu Qingge gasped, legs shivering when Binghe started to massage around his entrance, teasing. "No one... I, myself..."
"Then little shidi can say which one is better." Binghe bucked his hips up at the same time one of his fingers slipped inside Liu Qingge. "When you do it yourself? Or maybe when someone does it for you?"
Binghe thrust his finger up to the last knuckle, earning a gasp from Liu Qingge. One immediately muffled by Shen Qingqiu's lips on his. Pupils blown wide, finger wriggling inside him and tongue slipping into his mouth his body shook unwillingly. Liu Qingge drew his knees towards his chest, trying to close them around Shen Qingqiu's waist. At the same time Binghe slipped a second finger inside, now bending them together at experimental angles.
Despite Liu Qingge's unwillingness to admit it out loud, Binghe's fingers felt heavenly. Doing it on his own could never compare to the warmth of another person. Liu Qingge let go of any thoughts, arms wrapping around Shen Qingqiu's neck and pulling him closer.
Their lips still tangled together, Liu Qingge's irises beggining to escape upwards the longer Shen Qingqiu's tongue probed at his. Binghe tipped his head to the side, teeth brushing over the pulsing veing on Liu Qingge's neck. Shen Qinqgqiu brought his hips back down after Binghe pushed third finger beside the other two and scissored.
Liu Qingge pressed down, desperate for Binghe to bend his fingers only a little bit more. And when Binghe understood and did just that, Liu Qingge squirmed, hand leaving Shen Qingqiu's neck and shooting down to catch Binghe's. It was no easy task with the three of them pressed together so narrowly so he failed, his palm falling onto his own thigh.
"Here, huh?" Binghe licked the sweat off Liu Qingge's skin, eyes falling open to savor the moans filling the narrow space before he pressed into that bundle of nerves over and over again.
Liu Qingge flexed his fingers, tangling the other hand into Shen Qingqiu's hair and pulling at them weakly. He desperately needed to breathe, yet with uncomparable amusement Shen Qingqiu held the kiss still and denied him. Furtmermore, to add to his shock Shen Qingqiu carresed his thumb over Liu Qingge's cheek before his hand drifted towards his nose.
Shen Qingqiu pinched his fingers over it, with delight observing how Liu Qingge began to squirm for air. Liu Qingge's dick twitched, precum leaking onto his stomach. He would never expect himself to be into that but the more you know, right? One hand tangled into Shen Qingqiu's hair, other reaching for his cock, he arched his back and shook his head in attempt to get Shen Qingqiu off himself.
Shen Qingqiu moved his hand and broke off the kiss. Liu Qingge's back returned onto Binghe's chest as he gasped for air now that he had been freed. His legs still trembled lightly everytime Binghe brushed over his prostate.
"So fucking pretty." Shen Qingqiu panted, wiping the saliva dripping down his chin. "I can't wait to see you squirm on my cock like that."
"Shizun." Binghe slipped his fingers out of Liu Qingge's ass, his dick impossibly hard and still trapped under his robes.
"What is it Binghe?" Shen Qingqiu reached towards Binghe's face, cupping his cheek.
"Does Shizun want to go first?"
"Mhm. I'm sorry Binghe."
"It's okay Shizun." Binghe reassured him, placing his own hand over the one cupping his cheek. "This disciple wants to see Shizun feel good."
Shen Qingqiu disrobed himself, situating his body further down, between Binghe's thighs. It did cost them some strain to change the position but they managed in the end. Binghe pulled Liu Qingge up his chest a little more, nails biting into the plump flesh of his ass as he parted his cheeks for Shen Qingqiu.
"This disciple doesn't mind going after Shizun. Little shidi needs to get stretched out a bit more for me, anyways." Luo Binghe laughed, pressing his face into Liu Qingge's shoulder. "Shizun, I think little shidi is at his limit." he panted after a brief moment. "This disciple can feel the tremble of his body on my own dick."
Liu Qingge wiped his head back and shoot Binghe a glare. Too bad Binghe's face was hidden in his shoulder and he didn't even realize.
"I will take care of you, shidi. Don't worry." Shen Qingqiu smiled reassuringly before he spit on his hand and pulled his cock free.
Liu Qingge nodded once, cheeks warmer than ever. When the tip of Shen Qingqiu's cock probed at his rim Liu Qingge sighed, almost with relief. But then nothing happened. He glanced up at Shen Qingqiu who stared at him with the same gentle smile, hiding something sinister. Then he looked back at Binghe, who peeked over his shoulder, lips curling up in a smirk. Why wasn't anything happening?
Liu Qingge's eyes wandered fervently as he tried to push his hips down only to be stopped by Binghe's hands. He whined, squeezing his eyelids shut and throwing an arm over his face.
"What is it, little shidi? Something wrong?" Binghe's voice rang right inside his ear, a tingle of pleasure traveling straight to his dick.
"Aren't you a little slut?" Shen Qingqiu panted, brushing his dick over Liu Qingge's fluttering hole and up his perineum. "So eager for pleasure."
Liu Qingge whimpered at the word, unwillingly trying to press his hips down again.
"Why?" he panted.
"Hmm?" Shen Qingqiu tipped his head.
"Why aren't you putting it in?" Liu Qingge gripped the front of Shen Qingqiu's robes, pulling his face down. "Wanna back down now?" his voice cracked.
Silence sumberged the stone coffin as both Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe glanced at themselves.
"Forgive us. We teased a bit too much." Binghe whispered into his neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses.
Before Liu Qingge opened his mouth again he felt warmth filling him evenly as Shen Qingqiu began to push his cock inside. A sigh escaped Shen Qingqiu's lips after he bottomed out, forehead falling to rest on Liu Qingge's chest.
Curtain of black locks caressed Liu Qingge's skin as they pooled in cascades down Shen Qingqiu's bare shoulders. In addition to the heat rushing through his whole body a prickle of pain laid its seed deep in his heart. He finally had him, finally got the shixiong he admired for so long to look at him. The one he bore unrequited feelings for as long as he remembers. He was the one who made Shen Qingqiu's face twist in pleasure as he began to gently rock his hips.
Liu Qingge curled his lips up, raising his trembling hands to curl strands of Shen Qingqiu's hair around his fingers. He tried his best to meet his shixiong's agonizingly slow thrusts. The drag of Shen Qingqiu's cock over his twitching insides sent constant waves of pleasure straight to his own dick.
Liu Qingge swore he could drown in the way Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brows everytime his shidi tightened around his cock. And Liu Qingge wanted nothing more to pleasure him, to show how much he longed for him for all those years. How willing he was to give himself to Shen Qingqiu.
He could be good for him and he planned to show everything to him. To both of them.
Liu Qingge played with the black locks between his fingers, heart beating impossibly loud. Shen Qingqiu sighed, affection glistening in his eyes while he looked at Liu Qingge laying underneath him so prettily. His eyes met with Binghe's, jaw slack and lips falling open. He blinked twice, urging the wetness to fade away.
"Little shidi, look." Binghe caught Liu Qingge's chin.
He always knew how strongly his husband felt about that particular shidi of his. And after spending so much time with Shen Qingqiu it rubbed off on him too. Made him see Liu Qingge the way his husband did.
"Look how good your shixiong feels inside you. You made him cry." he whispered, free hand extending towards Shen Qingqiu's face and brushing hair behind his ear.
Liu Qingge gasped, eyes roaming Shen Qingqiu's face. He made his shixiong cry? Did he do something wrong? Maybe they didn't want to do it with him anymore? Maybe they already realized how pathetic he was?
Shen Qingqiu glanced between Binghe and his shidi, the unsure feeling creeping in Liu Qingge's eyes noticeable.
"Shhh..." Shen Qingqiu caught one of Liu Qingge's palms into his and brought it to his lips before pressing a chaste kiss on his skin. "Shidi, I am here. I won't leave you behind anymore." he rocked his hips gently, gaze never leaving Liu Qingge's face.
"Shhh..." Binghe cradled Liu Qingge's head, hand petting his hair lazily. "Nothing to be afraid of with us there."
Maybe that was not the best move from Binghe's side, because right after hearing that quiet sobs filled the narrow space of the coffin. He did not believe he deserved such gentle treatment. He didn't deserve any attention from the two of them, not when he kept wishing they would fall out so he could have at least one of them.
Just one of them would be good enough. Whoever he got they would carry the scent of another. Liu Qingge still could feel the presence of both of them at his side.
"Shizun?" Binghe glanced at Shen Qingqiu, pressing Liu Qingge's cheeks to his chest reassuringly. "Do you think...?"
"He has a drop." Shen Qingqiu decided to retreat his hips.
Yet before he got far, Liu Qingge's hands landed on his rear and held him back for pulling out. When he realized Shen Qingqiu was searching for an answer on his face he shook his head, burying his face in Binghe's robes.
"Don't, please. I am okay." Liu Qingge. "Keep going."
"Are you sure?" Shen Qingqiu.
"Please..." a broken plea escaped his lips.
"Binghe, I..." Shen Qingqiu glanced at Binghe, unsure.
"It's okay, Shizun." Binghe smiled at him. "Just go slowly."
Binghe placed his hands over Liu Qingge's and helped his husband to rock his hips back and forth at a slow pace. Not pulling out too far, not pushing in too deep.
"Mhmm, just like that." Binghe lifted one of his arms and carried it over to Liu Qingge's hip, caressing his skin in slow circular motions there. "Go a little bit deeper, Shizun."
Right at cue Shen Qingqiu bucked his hips forward, sliding depper inside Liu Qingge, pelvis pressed flush again the plump rear. Shen Qingqiu bit his lower lip, arm sliding around Liu Qingge's waist and hositing him up a little.
Back arched and hips held by Binghe's strong hands drew a whine form his throat. Shen Qingqiu slipped his green robes off his shoulders, having them pool at his elbows before he crushed both of their chests together.
Binghe still helped Liu Qingge meet with Shen Qingqiu's thrust that steadily grew in speed. Liu Qingge tightened the cock inside of him pressing onto his prostate. It earned a gasp from him and a sly smile from Shen Qingqiu.
Without changing the angle Shen Qingqiu's nails bit into Liu Qingge's back, leaving pretty burgundy marks and hauled him on his cock. It slid impossibly deeper, Liu Qingge's mouth falling open in surprise. But only a weak whine was all he managed.
Binghe's hands left his ass and crawled back up to his stomach. One palm pressed against his navel, the other wrapping around the angrily red cock trapped between two firm chests.
"Mmm, feel how deep Shizun is?"
Binghe applied some pressure onto lower abdomen, feeling the drag of Shen Qinqgiu's dick as he pulled out until only the tip stayed inside. All while he lazily stroked him.
"Fuck...!" Liu Qingge arched his back, stars dancing before his eyes as Shen Qingqiu thrust inside him fully.
He did not have time to recover before his shixiong set a steady yet completely brutal rythm; pull out almost completely and slam all the way back inn to hear his beautiful cries.
Shen Qingqiu held Liu Qingge close to himself through every thrust, their nipples brushing over one another. Liu Qingge threw his head back when Binghe speed up his movements, jerking him off with reaL sincerity this time.
"Here, touch here." Binghe caught Liu Qingge's palm and dragged it over to his stomach. "Shizun is so deep inside you." he groaned. "I bet I can get even deeper, can you take that?"
Liu Qingge whimpered at the thought alone, the bulge reapppearing on his stomach turning him on impossibly harder.
"So pretty." Shen Qingqiu gasped into his neck, his thrusts becoming even harsher and hitting the sweet spot every other time. "You like that?"
Liu Qingge nodded while his hips stuttered, knot beggining to tie in his lower abdomen. Just a little more. He latched his legs onto Shen Qingqiu's back, relishing in the slide of Binghe's calloused fingers on his angrily leaking cock. Just a little...
"Da wang? Where the fuck is that imbecile?"
The three of them froze, a whine tearing from Liu Qingge's mouth when he was denied the extasy. Binghe's palm shoot up to cover his mouth immediately. Shen Qingqiu and Binghe glanced at one another, pupils blown wide.
Muffled ring of bells filled the chamber outside as Sha Hualing looked around with annoyance. The person beside her holding onto her arm and trying to pull her away.
"What the fuck Binghe?" Shen Qingqiu whispered, grabbing his disciple's earlobe and pulling.
"Ow, ow, ow. Shizun this disciple made sure no one would enter." Binghe whispered back, the hand over Liu Qingge's mouth tightening.
"Well, then you certainly did a shitty job." Shen Qingqiu sighed, dick twitching inside Liu Qingge's fluttering hole.
Liu Qingge was lost at this point, either not noticing why everything stilled or simply not caring enough. He ground his hips down, desperately needing to come. His eyes rolled back at the sweet drag of Shen Qingqiu's cock over his prostate, content sigh muffled by Binghe's hand.
"Shidi, please don't move for a bit. We will get cau-..." Shen Qingqiu grit his teeth, holding back a moan after Liu Qingge rolled his hips, pushing his ass flush against his pelvis.
"The thought turns you on?" Binghe whispered behind his ear, his hand sliding to cover his nose too.
"LingLing, let's gooo." Shang Qinghua whined, sensing what his bro might have been up to.
Liu Qingge dissapeared from Bai Zhan Peak, Shen Qingqiu and Binghe were also nowhere to be found... What else could it mean?! Cucumber bro told Airplane how much he whished to fuck his shidi enough times for him to understand!
Liu Qingge whined, looking up at Shen Qingqiu with doe eyes.
"Ah, if little shidi wants to continue you must be quiet, understand?" Binghe placed a kiss over his pulsing vein, then bit into his neck, his hand muffling the moans.
Shen Qingqiu gulped, positioning his hands over Liu Qingge's hips, eyes glistening with arousal at the way Binghe treated his shidi.
"Shizun really does like that, huh?" Binghe pushed Liu Qingge onto Shen Qingqiu's cock, another whimper fading behind his palm. "Continue, I can choke him for you, Shizun. You just need to look."
Shen Qingqiu picked up his speed again, nails biting into the plush skin. Binghe covered both Liu Qingge's mouth and nose, making sure no air would fill his lungs for the next couple of seconds. Binghe held him like that, his body bouncing up and down
Binghe's chest as Shen Qingqiu thrust harshly, chasing his own completion.
It was fine for a while, until the lack of oxygen didn't start to bother him. Liu Qingge trashed, hands grasping for purchase anywhere. He gripped Shen Qingqiu's forearms, flexing his fingers and shaking his head. The pleasure form being denied oxygen and being fucked both at the same time felt heavenly.
Binghe only removed his hand when he felt Liu Qingge's body starting to go limp. Liu Qingge gasped for air, choking on his own saliva, his whole body trembling. He wanted to go again.
"Binghe, I'm close." Shen Qingqiu groaned, thrusts becoming erratic.
He enveloped his fingers around Liu Qingge's cock and started to pump, syncing it with his own thrusts.
"Wanna go again?" Binghe kissed Liu Qingge's cheek.
"Ye... God, yes, please." Liu Qingge whined, already reaching for Binghe's hand and pressing it shut over his mouth.
Binghe complied, this time planning to keep his breathless a little while longer.
"Wanna come while doing this?" Binghe put his nose into Liu Qingge's hair and inhaled, his own erection straining against his robes painfully now.
Liu Qingge nodded furiously, eyes blown wide. Binghe puffed out a laugh and pressed. Shen Qingqiu pumped into him almost painfully fast, hitting his prostate over an dover again all while puching out muffled whines from his throat.
The lack of oxygen started to become noticeable and after a while Liu Qingge began to trash again. Binghe drew his arm over Liu Qingge's chest, stilling his movements.
"You look so hot like this." Binghe sighed. "Squirming around, denied to breathe. This is turning me on so much." he bit his lower lip.
Liu Qingge's eyes slipped inside his skull while Shen Qingqiu thrust deeply into him and came, hips shaking from the release. Yet his hands never stopped moving around Liu Qingge's cock.
Liu Qingge whined, squirming around, ears ringing already and vision blackening alarmingly. His body shook when he came and the trembling didn't stop for a while. Binghe retreated his hand, cooing at the sight of Liu Qingge coughing for air and shivering like a kitten.
Liu Qingge's body fell limp onto Binghe, chest heaving as his cock still twitched faintly, come pooling on his stomach.
"You alright?" Binghe laughed, eyes full of atffection.
"Mhm." Liu Qingge nodded, raising his trembling arm to slid it over his stomach.
"You seem to like it even more than Shizun does. Never pegged you as such a person." Binghe was smacked by Shen Qingqiu, who shoot him a glare.
"No kink shaming Binghe." he lectured.
"But Shizun, I am not teasing." Binghe pouted, hands slipping towards Liu Qingge's thighs. "Ready for round two?" he was smacked on the head again. "Shizuuun."
"I... I am, I want more... please?" Liu Qingge turned his head and buried it inside Binghe's robes.
"Leave yourself to me." Binghe whispered, pressing a kiss onto his forehead.