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Heralded by girls' laughter, Luo Binghe sees a passage in his wife (but not wife, not here) Liu Mingyan's book. It is a book in which, with flowery and poetic words, an intimate scene is detailed between himself and his scum master Shen Qingqiu. Luo Binghe finds himself disgusted.
Then he finds himself achingly, burningly curious. It is a sick fascination that he thinks deeply on as he returns to the bamboo house his master had once (still does, here) resided in.
Surely the passage had not meant for the love making to be between Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu. Surely not.
The writing had been full of perfumey metaphors and cloying, sickeningly sugary expressions, in a way that makes Luo Binghe's head ache. He'd never taken well to novels and poems, not after his entire childhood had been assassinated and dashed to bits whenever he dared to try and learn the arts, so the lack of understanding as to what this book implies is only natural.
The first fact is this: Luo Binghe has never had sex with a man.
The second fact is this: Luo Binghe has not, to his knowledge, ever craved having sex with a man.
The third and most damning fact is this: Luo Binghe, even if he did crave being in a man's embrace, he would not lower and dirty himself by choosing Shen Qingqiu.
This established, Luo Binghe continues to think deeply on the passage he'd seen in Mingyan's book, prying into every word.
Luo Binghe had been between someone's legs, fucking his cock into them and their 'trembling, delicate chrysanthemum which was warm and soft and familiar'. It's not as if he's never fucked his wives from behind before, so it's still reasonable to believe it was with a woman.
But impossible to deny, Shen Qingqiu had also been there. Shen Qingqiu in the scene had been 'gasping, goading Luo Binghe onwards, urging his faithful disciple to take himself in deeper and deeper until there was no space left'. Luo Binghe doesn't know why ever he would have Shen Qingqiu there, and despite the things he'd seen in that man's head during the night and the way he'd been so gently healed, he cannot reconcile his scum master with the man in that book.
That man spreading his legs for his most hated (faithful?) disciple is ludicrous. It should be so funny it would send even the sternest man spiralling into laughter.
Luo Binghe doesn't laugh.
In the novel, 'Luo Binghe' had been there. Shen Qingqiu had been there. 'Luo Binghe' had been inside of someone and Shen Qingqiu had, at the very least, been watching and been coaching.
Something stirs low in his belly and he swallows thickly. Luo Binghe is good at sex. It isn't simply pride that tells him so, it's every partner he's had. He's practiced a hundred, a thousand times over, and learned to please a woman as thoroughly as any man possibly could.
Even Shen Qingqiu could not deny that.
Even Shen Qingqiu, who had always spat on his progress and scorned his most earnest efforts, never believing in him for a moment, would have to look at him and praise him for his skill between a woman's legs.
By the time Shen Qingqiu returns to the house, Luo Binghe is hard, cock thick and hot in his trousers.
He just can't get the idea of it out of his head. Shen Qingqiu being close enough to him to touch, guiding him, using his lecherous and filthy past to teach his useless, wifeless other self how to fuck a woman until she begged for the pleasure to stop. Luo Binghe feels a hard tug in his stomach like a swooping feeling, and his cock throbs.
Shen Qingqiu opens the door and pauses at the threshold, watching Luo Binghe inside with a strangely reticent gaze.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe purrs. It sends a shiver down Shen Qingqiu’s spine, his fan flapping out sharply and hiding his face, as if trying vainly to defend against him. Luo Binghe has half a mind to snap it in half. He gets up from the bed languidly, disguising his inner thoughts with a simpering expression. "Shizun, this disciple has a request."
"Mm. And what would this request be?" Shen Qingqiu sounds unamused but does not deny him, not just yet.
"Won't Shizun accompany me down the mountain? This disciple is feeling much better and would love company."
Perhaps these two had their own way of going about things and saying what they mean, but every man would understand what 'company' he means.
Shen Qingqiu seems to be wary of his intentions, yet wanders slowly over to him despite his misgivings. Luo Binghe quickly leans into his space, smiling handsomely and raking his eyes down the figure Shen Qingqiu cuts.
With his long life of martial practice Shen Qingqiu has a lithe and decently built body, slender but powerful, a body even his layers of robes cannot disguise. Like a swan or crane, the curve of his neck is pleasing to view, both creamy and soft and inviting one to sink their teeth in. His face is almond shaped with long lashes around his eyes and a pleasant gentle shade of pink to his lips which were neither overly full nor too thin. His hair, both silken and dark, matches him perfectly and falls in curtains over his shoulders and down his back.
Looking at him, Luo Binghe’s teeth itch.
He licks over them, soothing the feeling, and gathers Shen Qingqiu ever-so-gently into his arms. Shen Qingqiu does not resist nor does he give into the embrace, standing stiffly with one arm still raised to hold his fan up as if defending himself from being too closely perceived. His eyes though… The naked curiosity and adoration in them is enough to make Luo Binghe's stomach twist and curl unpleasantly.
Part of him wants to pluck them out so he can never look at someone else like this ever again and keep the last glance for himself.
This warmth… all for the useless version of himself, that other 'Luo Binghe'.
Or perhaps he had not been so useless after all. Perhaps he had been quite a bit cleverer than Luo Binghe.
Did he receive this pleasant and simple curiosity as one might from a closely beloved friend, just by faking being unable to bed a girl? Did he disarm the vicious poison lining Shen Qingqiu’s every word simply by playing the helpless and stupid lamb and luring Shen Qingqiu into being his doting teacher in all things?
Luo Binghe knows the feeling to lust after Shen Qingqiu’s approval so greatly. But to think that even dozens and dozens of wives could never entice this other 'Luo Binghe'... To use all the woman who should be his as a simple means to an end, and fuck them while whimpering and begging for Shen Qingqiu to praise him and teach him more…
The perversion of it entices him as poison does rats. He wants to sink his teeth in and taste it for himself even if it leaves him ill after.
"Shizun," he croons sweetly, dousing himself in sugar to disguise the bitterness underneath. "Won't Shizun accompany me? This disciple wishes to learn very much from my esteemed, capable master."
Shen Qingqiu's expression shifts from wary to a little excited. He flutters his fan and leans a bit into Luo Binghe's arms. He smells like chamomile and honey, and fits very nicely against Luo Binghe; it inspires a feeling so cold in him it makes him burn hot under the collar. "... A date?"
A 'date'? Perhaps that is their code. "Yes, Shizun, a date."
With a small sound of excitement, Shen Qingqiu straightens out of his arms and heads directly to his boudoir. "This master accepts. Go and get ready while this master does the same. I expect Binghe to look his best!" A pause, then, "Well, Binghe always looks the best, so… just wait for me, then."
Hearing 'Binghe' come from those petal pink lips still makes his back shudder and skin prickle with surprise. It's so familiar, so comfortable, he can hardly stand it, but at least Shen Qingqiu can admit his handsomeness. Luo Binghe puffs up a bit in pride and goes to his own side room to prepare.
They head down the mountain on Xiu Ya, with Shen Qingqiu directing their way. Luo Binghe gently loops his arms around Shen Qingqiu’s middle and stares unblinkingly at the quarter profile the angle allows, an insatiable urge rising up in him, a thirst that makes his throat feel dry and chest feel tight.
Shen Qingqiu turns to look at him once, giving him a curious quirk of his brow. Luo Binghe's arms shake with the desire to crush him into his chest, compact him and break him down small enough he can shove him somewhere inside his ribs.
He breathes slowly out and gives Shen Qingqiu a tender smile instead, lowering his lashes coquettishly. Shen Qingqiu flushes but rests his hands over Luo Binghe's atop his middle, entangling their fingers together. Luo Binghe doesn't crush him, but he can't help but squeeze a bit tighter.
When they land in the city, Shen Qingqiu doesn't seem to know what to do with himself, clearly excited but straining not to show it. With a bit of nudging, Luo Binghe guides them to a brothel he knows of from his disciple years.
Shen Qingqiu is immediately displeased. "If Binghe is wanting to hear that wretched song again I will be extremely displeased." Luo Binghe doesn't even open his mouth before Shen Qingqiu sighs and drops his hostile glare, tone gentling right away. "Alright, alright, don't pout… This master will go in anyways, you troublesome child."
… What song?
Playing along and acting chastised, Luo Binghe keeps his head down and follows in after Shen Qingqiu. The atmosphere is lively and bawdy, men laughing and women entertaining them with dances and treats. Luo Binghe sweeps his gaze across the inside of the brothel floor, past the paintings full of lewd acts, the heavily beaded curtains disguised by thick, perfumed smoke, and he spies his first target.
She's slender, though not in the same way that Shen Qingqiu is. Her bosom swells out, her clothing parting scandalously to display them.
Luo Binghe wonders if Shen Qingqiu prefers to watch him fuck women with large breasts, or if he prefers one like Yingying with a more delicate figure.
Shen Qingqiu always did like Yingying far too much. It was one of his crimes Luo Binghe dug his teeth hardest into, because he did not like his things to be touched. Yingying had denied it at first, that Shen Qingqiu had ever been too forward with her, but with enough time he convinced her to be truthful.
The prostitute's face is painted, lips a dark red in contrast to Shen Qingqiu’s pink, lily mouth, more akin to a slash of blood than an invitingly soft bed of petals. Her cheeks are flushed and eyes rimmed with smoky black, nails long and painted dark.
It's dark and erotic, and Luo Binghe could easily find himself enjoying her company. Many of his wives wear their makeup this way after all, Sha Hualing among them. Perhaps Shen Qingqiu would enjoy watching him have his back scratched open, so very much like the cracks of the whip he'd endured during his youth.
"What is Binghe looking at…?" Shen Qingqiu asks, peering through the smoke. His eyes catch on the woman, and he gives her an appraising look before jolting and looking at Luo Binghe somewhat guiltily.
Luo Binghe smiles.
Moving about the room as a fairy, light-footed and with a warm tinkle in her eyes, the whore is dressed in soft orange hues that sparkle in the light of the candles and shine despite the smokey air. Her hair is soft black and eyes a velvety dark brown.
She approaches them with a sly smile. "May this one assist these masters tonight?" Then she looks at them again and pops her lips into an 'o' shape. "Master Shen and Lord Luo? Ah, my apologies–"
Luo Binghe nods decisively and dismisses the rest of her pleasantries with a seductive smile that he knows makes women weak. "I'll purchase your time for tonight, if you please."
Strangely, Shen Qingqiu and the woman both gawk.
Shen Qingqiu feels a little… ill.
He stands woodenly in the perfumed, ornate room of the brothel, with his – with Luo Binghe and the woman who had greeted them downstairs. Li Mei, she calls herself. She's quite lovely and would have been snapped up in a moment by the protagonist once upon a time in a different story, but that story isn't this one anymore.
Or so he'd thought.
Perhaps this is just right. Though Luo Binghe had been uninterested in the fairer sex until now it's still his right as the protagonist to claim any woman he pleases. The harem must still happen, he supposes, even if the plot had been concluded according to the System.
Luo Binghe is gently kissing Li Mei on the bed, his large hand cradling her face and gently brushing his thumbs over her painted cheeks. It looks tender and sensual, not an ounce of biting or slobbering as Binghe is wont to do while kissing him. And though Li Mei had been unsure at first she's clearly quite pleased now, thighs shifting and cheeks gaining a natural pink underneath the makeup.
Her clothes are divested slowly, as petals unfurling, Binghe's large hands sliding over her chest and squeezing gently at her. Shen Qingqiu can see between his fingers how soft and luscious her plump breasts are. Her nipples are a brownish pink, looking healthy as they grow hard while rolled between Luo Binghe's large fingers.
Shen Qingqiu feels as if he should protest, but whenever he opens his mouth his throat closes up. They've really only been together a short time after all. Does Shen Qingqiu have any right to say anything?
Luo Binghe pushes Li Mei back into the bed, her silk robes under their bodies and her hair tumbling down as pins are pulled out with a skilled hand. All is done without breaking from their passionate kiss, nor without Luo Binghe ceasing his squeezing and caressing of her body. One would think Luo Binghe has done this a hundred times before, but Shen Qingqiu doesn't see how this could be true.
His Luo Binghe hasn't. His Luo Binghe is even a virgin when it comes to him if you don't count that first time, which Binghe surely doesn't.
So then, has Binghe been lying to him? When Luo Binghe claims he goes to the demon realm for business relating to his empire, when he tucks Shen Qingqiu back into bed with a kiss and some breakfast steaming on the side table as he assures Shen Qingqiu he needn't come, all that time he was really sneaking off to fuck whores?
Shen Qingqiu's chest is a little stuffy.
He stiffly turns and sits himself on a chair in the room, arms crossed tightly enough that they loop over his chest – but he's not hugging himself for comfort, thank you! He's not as childish as that!
Luo Binghe watches him go, only waving an imperious hand at him to scoot the chair closer. Why?! Why does he have to be closer!
But then Binghe's lips draw down into what some people might call an angry scowl but Shen Qingqiu can only describe as a petulant pout. And if there's one thing Shen Qingqiu is weak to, it's Luo Binghe being a pouting, whining brat, so he moves closer.
Chair settled all but right next to the bed, Shen Qingqiu is left to observe the feast of Li Mei's naked body as Binghe licks and kisses all over it, fingering her the whole time.
It is, despite Shen Qingqiu's feelings on the matter, pretty hot. It's porn featuring his favourite person and an exceptionally sexy woman. How could he not find it hot?
It's just… He really thought Luo Binghe was gay! That's it! His feelings don't matter if this makes Binghe happier, but hadn't he bent the protagonist?
Binghe's fingers stroke something inside of Li Mei that finally makes her scream in pleasure and she orgasms for the first time with Binghe sucking on her tits. He can hear the gentle slick sound as Binghe pulls his fingers out of her cunt.
Binghe doesn't disrobe fully, but once he opens his pants to get his dick out Shen Qingqiu's own cock plumps up just a bit in response.
…
He can't help it. It's really a handsome cock.
Long, thick, the hood pulling back from the reddish head, blue veins standing out just enough along the side and underneath of it. Even hard it's so heavy that it can barely perk up under its own weight, curved downwards towards her pussy. It must be velvety to the touch, and so, so warm. Shen Qingqiu's mouth waters a little and he has to swallow roughly before he drools looking at it.
Though he can hardly look away, he can't help but glance at Li Mei. He's quite satisfied at her expression: awed and hungry. Quite right, young miss! That's how you should treat such a wonderful specimen of manhood! The stallion of stallions' cock is worthy of being worshipped, alright!
Then Binghe gets between her legs and slowly pushes in. Shen Qingqiu's vision is obstructed but he's seen enough porn he can imagine how the lips of her pussy get pushed out, her dusky pink opening straining to open wide enough to take him all in.
Slowly, Luo Binghe starts humping back and forth in her, neither forcing himself into the depths of her nor pulling fully out. Just rocking there as she shifts and shudders, adjusting to the weight of him.
"Li Mei is so tight," Luo Binghe remarks, kissing her cheeks and gently squeezing her breasts. "Pleasurable–" he murmurs as she shivers at the gentle pressure inside her, "– and so warm around this lord. As thanks, this lord will be gentle with you…"
Shen Qingqiu abruptly feels very left out and awkward and, yes, a little hurt.
Why is he here?
If it were anyone else he would think it were some kind of sick powerplay. But his Binghe isn't that type of person, at least not with him. So then is it just the codependency he's accidentally fostered with Luo Binghe? Binghe wanted to go out and have women but felt too lonely without Shen Qingqiu there?
Shen Qingqiu struggles to think of why and comes up with nothing but a sinking feeling in his stomach.
Luo Binghe captures Li Mei in another kiss and grinds into her. She comes hard on his cock again then, the sounds of their coupling growing wetter and lewder.
Shen Qingqiu looks away, a little ashamed that he's hard from watching. He shuts his eyes, but that doesn't stop the wet sounds. He swears he can hear it when Li Mei comes again.
And then again.
Shen Qingqiu wants to shrink down and vanish into a hole in the ground. He's harder now, unable to stop from imagining how hot Luo Binghe surely is in the heat of the moment.
He knows already what Binghe looks like when he's hard and jerking himself off, but while he's having sex? Shen Qingqiu both does and doesn't want to see it, because it's not with him.
But he isn't allowed to ignore it for too long.
"Is this humble disciple doing well?" Luo Binghe purrs, looking directly at Shen Qingqiu sitting beside the bed with his arms awkwardly clasped around himself. Luo Binghe's gaze sweeps like a cutting blade down to his very poorly concealed erection, and licks his lips, eyes darkening. "Is this disciple pleasing?"
Why must Luo Binghe speak to him while doing this?! Why must he even be here?! Shen Qingqiu swallows and averts his eyes, glancing at the ground.
"Shizun." Luo Binghe's voice is low and sultry but Shen Qingqiu knows him well enough to hear the barest hint of a whine to it. "Shizun, look at me. Watch me. Tell me how well I'm doing, how well I'm pleasing her."
So embarrassed his face may as well burn to a crisp, Shen Qingqiu forces his head back up and looks.
Swallowing him whole, Luo Binghe's eyes are bright red and pulsing with his demonic huadian, fixated directly on Shen Qingqiu. It is almost as if there is nothing else in the world besides them, that is how focused Luo Binghe is on him, pinning him in place; Shen Qingqiu feels almost as a prey animal would feel before a predator, but instead of fear he feels oddly… held. Secure. Placated.
Luo Binghe may be embracing Li Mei, but in truth he's actually still with Shen Qingqiu in every way that matters.
Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu feels as if he understands Luo Binghe.
This isn't about the woman at all. It isn't about Luo Binghe feeling that he is tired of Shen Qingqiu or that he needs something more than what Shen Qingqiu can offer, nor is it about the protagonist’s destiny to have a harem in the end. It's about Shen Qingqiu, about pleasing Shen Qingqiu.
It's no secret between them that Maigu Ridge had been… hard, to say the least.
Luo Binghe had said in actions less than words that he'd felt extreme guilt over hurting him that day, and they'd never gone past clumsy kissing since. Even as Luo Binghe panted and moaned into his ear as he touched himself, even as he woke every day hard and leaking, even as he watched Shen Qingqiu like a man starving, he wouldn't go further.
And this… Isn't this display – isn't this Luo Binghe’s way of finally saying he's ready? That he's prepared and won't hurt Shen Qingqiu if they become intimate again? He's asking Shen Qingqiu to grade his performance and see if it's worthy.
Shen Qingqiu is taken aback by how much he truly… really quite likes Luo Binghe in that moment of realization, stunned into silence.
"Shizun," Luo Binghe all but growls, sounding impatient, turning towards him. His cock slides out of Li Mei, wet and thick as ever, and she mewls at the sensation.
Shen Qingqiu's heart flutters. His mouth opens and filthy words spill out unbidden: "Binghe is doing so well. Look at her."
He waves a hand at Li Mei and Luo Binghe glances at her from the corners of his eyes.
"This lovely girl with her make-up smearing from tears and sweat, her hair a mess, her delicate flower dripping over her own clothing enough she may never wear it again. How can this master ever say Binghe is doing poorly?" Shen Qingqiu says warmly. "Binghe has made her experience bliss no less than four times on his pillar already. This master thinks…"
He trails off, face burning a little. He can't say that yet, his face isn't thick enough yet.
"... This master thinks Binghe is doing so well. This master is very pleased with you."
Outside of the girl's cunt, it's extremely obvious when Luo Binghe's heavy cock twitches at his praise. It bobs between his legs and his almost cold face seems to thaw a bit, an odd light entering his eyes.
"That's it," Binghe murmurs to himself. He takes a hand to himself and jerks slowly, the sound sticky and wet. "That's what I…"
His thought doesn't finish. He abruptly turns back to Li Mei and sheathes himself into her again, fucking her harder than before. It's rhythmic, the bed rocking in repetitive motions as Luo Binghe fucks her. The way he moves his hips is smooth enough to be a machine, extremely skilled.
Shen Qingqiu can't help but rub at himself a bit too, fingers massaging his cock under his clothing. Not enough to come, but he's a little excited now that he knows the purpose of this visit and even looking forward to taking Li Mei's place himself – but just a little!!
"Tell me again," Binghe demands over his shoulder as he mechanically fucks Li Mei on the bed. "Tell me I'm doing well."
A smile uncurls on Shen Qingqiu's face, his body warm and tingly all over. Binghe sounds so pouty, a little boy playing at being the master in control when he truly just wants to be coddled and have his hair pet as he's called a good boy.
"Binghe is so good at this," Shen Qingqiu coos. "So big and handsome, no person would ever deny you if you were between their legs. Just look at you! A peerless beauty unlike any other and you excel in making your partner feel so much pleasure they wet themselves."
Li Mei all but sobs at the obvious attention brought to the way she's been squirting all over Binghe's cock, and claws down Binghe's back with her painted nails.
Shen Qingqiu hums, wanting to run his hands over the marks and vanish them away with qi. His eyes flit back up to meet Binghe's, smiling at the intense and flaring red eyes that meet him. He's so fond. So, so fond. "Lovely, precious boy, doing so well for me. Shizun is so very happy."
Binghe obviously jerks, his hips twitching and thrusting much harder into the clutch of Li Mei's body. His rhythm struggles to keep itself with every word from Shen Qingqiu's mouth, hips jerking and expression shuddering at every drop of praise.
Shen Qingqiu fully expects Binghe to break and fill Li Mei's womb to bursting, but it doesn't happen. Even when Binghe shivers at being called Shizun's good boy, he doesn't come. Even as Binghe humps desperately into her pussy when Shen Qingqiu finally stands and pets his hair, murmuring softly how good he's being, Binghe doesn't come.
Luo Binghe still has not come by the time Li Mei pushes at him, weakly moaning, "No more, no more…"
Shen Qingqiu pets Luo Binghe’s shoulders, soothing his harsh breathing as he dismounts from the woman, long heavy cock slipping from her well-fucked cunt. It's shining and sticky with her juices, a deep red at the tip and pulsing with every beat of Binghe's heart. And if he takes the opportunity to heal the scratches down Binghe's back, well, who would stop him?
Luo Binghe shivers and leans into Shen Qingqiu’s hands, letting the knots in his back be massaged away as Li Mei stands on shaking legs. Down her legs streaks sticky drops of her pleasure and she seems to tighten in residual waves of orgasm.
"I understand now, sir," she pants to Shen Qingqiu. "It isn't healthy to put this responsibility onto one person."
She can think what she likes. Shen Qingqiu pulls out a very hefty handful of coins and gives it to her when Luo Binghe snatches out another handful from his purse and growls, "Send another. Pay her this."
Shen Qingqiu tries to pet and settle him again, but Luo Binghe roughly pushes him off.
"It's enough, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu says warmly. "I understand."
"It's not enough! It's enough when this lord says it is!" Luo Binghe fumes, face red and a vein pulsing in his forehead. The sticky child who'd leaned into him for comfort is gone, replaced by an angry, tantrum-throwing boy.
Shen Qingqiu finds him unbearably cute.
Though he'd sincerely proven himself quite effectively and soothed any worries the two of them could have possibly had about doing that sort of thing together, this boy of his has always been a perfectionist through and through. Shen Qingqiu is helpless to do anything but agree, nodding his head and ignoring Luo Binghe’s pouting in order to pat his head again like a doting mother.
"Alright, alright. Then, another."
Only a breath later and another woman enters the room, this one dressed in bright pinks, her face youthful and bright, very much a pretty sprite of a girl. She's quite a bit more petite than Li Mei, and even then Li Mei had been quite a bit more petite than Shen Qingqiu. One couldn't pick a better trial than her!
"Good evening, Master Shen, Lord Luo," she simpers. Her voice is clear and lovely as spring air, and she sounds gentle and motherly despite her age. Shen Qingqiu would once have been a little pleased that this kind of girl would marry Luo Binghe. "This one's name is Hua-er."
With one hand held out that Hua-er takes, Luo Binghe grabs her onto the bed, his red and angry face tidily put away in favour of a sultry smile, eyes half-lidded and smouldering. What a good actor!
Shen Qingqiu obligingly takes his seat again, awkwardly settling himself down so his erection isn't so visible.
In the exact same routine, Luo Binghe kisses her, licking in her mouth and pressing their lips together over and over as he gropes at her breasts and downwards between her legs. Shen Qingqiu can easily envision her tiny slit of a pussy as Luo Binghe's broad, strong hand cups over the mound of it through her silk robes.
As Binghe rubs his hand firmly over it while kissing her sensually and deeply, Hua-er breathes out pretty sounding moans. Her back arches and her legs tremble, hands clasping daintily onto Binghe's shoulders. Shen Qingqiu watches her orgasm the first time only a few minutes into their groping.
The moment she jerks, humping against Luo Binghe's hand, Binghe comes alive; he delicately undoes her clothing and in one smooth motion rolls her over to mount her and shove his dick in. Her pussy is sopping wet and makes a filthy noise as Luo Binghe penetrates.
All of that (admittedly extremely hot) foreplay just so Luo Binghe could get his dick into something wet… Had it been the same with Li Mei? Shen Qingqiu had been mistaken in thinking it was true attraction on Luo Binghe's end then, he can't remember.
Then Binghe seems confused, looking over at him. "Why are you there? Come back here."
Oh? Shen Qingqiu shifts in his seat and tilts his head in askance.
Binghe stills, dick half out of Hua-er's cunt. He seems to be caught between trying to act suave for the whore and acting upset for Shen Qingqiu. Then he scowls and turns his face fully to Shen Qingqiu and demands, "Come here. You… Do what you did before! Stroke my hair!"
Oh. Oh, how cute.
Shen Qingqiu needs to bully him. "Binghe was the one who pushed this master away, was it not? Just now when this master offered comfort, it was Binghe to deny me. Should this master oblige such a petulant little boy's behaviour?"
Luo Binghe's mouth drops open.
He curls over Hua-er as if Shen Qingqiu had kicked his stomach, pained and breathless. Grinding into her as deep as he can go, Binghe whines, aggrieved and low, “She–… Shizun…”
“Oh, alright. Don’t pout.”
Shen Qingqiu’s pants are a mess now, his dick hot and smearing against the inside of them, but there will be plenty of time to fix that later. For now, he has a darling brat to pamper.
He settles himself on the bed next to the two of them, Hua-er looking at him strangely and Luo Binghe looking at him as if he’d just die if he so much as blinked. Hua-er doesn’t have much time to judge him for being a bit too coddling as she’s fucked senseless in the next moment.
With just one brush of Shen Qingqiu’s hand in Luo Binghe’s hair, Binghe bucks into Hua-er hard enough to lift her from the bed. This close, Shen Qingqiu can see that Binghe’s cock is nearly half-out, unable to fit all the way inside her. He hadn’t looked before, but had he not been able to fit fully inside of Li Mei either?
Poor thing.
“Be gentle,” Shen Qingqiu admonishes. Luo Binghe’s lips twitch downwards but he obliges and slows, humping Hua-er’s shallow, tiny pussy in gentler rocking motions. “That’s perfect. Very, very good, Binghe.”
Shen Qingqiu catches himself talking to Binghe like one would while training a puppy, voice lilting up and a touch cutesy, which would embarrass him if he couldn’t hear the low groan that punches out of Binghe at it.
Is this how he can finally get this bratty, naughty child to listen to him? Talk to him like a dog??
“That’s a good boy,” Shen Qingqiu coos, gently scratching Binghe’s scalp. “Show us both how good you are at this.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes flutter, lips open and loose around moans. But he keeps his slow pace, Hua-er’s toes curling in pleasure. A true professional, adapting to this odd situation she’s found herself in. The protagonist’s cock must be a treat for her too in comparison to the one’s she tends to find herself servicing.
Good enough of a treat that two orgasms later that leave Binghe’s cock drenched in her juice, she too pushes him off and leaves the room on doe legs, shaking the whole way.
Luo Binghe is kneeled over on the bed, his shoulders shivering with some violent emotion, hair sticking down his sweaty back and fingers clawed into his face.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu sighs, trying to sound sympathetic when really a secret thrill is shooting through him at the sight of his favourite person looking so cutely pathetic. He settles himself on the bed beside him, gathering him into his arms. Binghe pliantly allows it, shivering harder, his cock so thick and turgid it looks painful. "Binghe, you did so well, this master is very pleased."
At his praise, Luo Binghe makes a pained noise, a whimpering groan from deep in his chest.
"... Why…?" Binghe breathes into Shen Qingqiu’s chest, something thick and brittle in his voice. "Why can't I come?"
Shen Qingqiu chews the inside of his lip to stop from laughing. How he could have thought Luo Binghe was finally exploring his interest in women and building his harem when in reality he could still hardly manage being around them, to the point his stallion cock became impotent when inside them! Cute. Very cute.
"It's alright. Shizun will help."
Luo Binghe looks at him with eyes both guarded and desperate as Shen Qingqiu pulls away and shrugs off his outer robe. It crumples to the floor and he kicks it away uncaringly. The second layer goes and Binghe suddenly lurches towards him, hunger in his face and rough hands grabbing at Shen Qingqiu. One layer is all but shredded, the gentleness Luo Binghe had used with the prostitutes fading in the face of his desire to have Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu tries and fails not to feel flattered.
In no time at all he's left naked, clumsily pulling out his hair crown and discarding it too as Binghe hooks his hands under Shen Qingqiu's ass to pull him into bed. Lifted as easily as one would a feather, he's hauled over and left kneeling above Binghe's lap.
Shen Qingqiu feels nervous and excited but it's nothing to compare to the wildness of Binghe's expression, the way his chest heaves and how his cock seems to be ready to burst just from having Shen Qingqiu's naked body in front of him.
"Shi…zun… ah– you're really–? You?" Binghe groans, almost confused. Poor thing.
"Hush, hush…" Shen Qingqiu soothes, then points at the bottles of perfumes and unguent on the side table. "Gather a vial of oil for me."
Luo Binghe immediately obeys, letting Shen Qingqiu down into the bed and clambering over to the side. His cock swings heavily between his legs without an ounce of decorum as he crawls, not even the barest bit softer despite no longer being inside of someone.
Knocking a few perfumes over clumsily, Binghe grabs at a small vial of thick oil and returns with it, lips pressed tightly together as he offers it up to Shen Qingqiu.
Taking care to rub his head and coo at him for being a good boy, Shen Qingqiu takes the vial from suddenly limp fingers.
"You…" Binghe groans, looking aggrieved. "Don't treat me so–"
"Yes, yes," Shen Qingqiu says idly, petting Binghe's head more as he opens the small bottle. Whatever complaints Binghe had – likely that he wasn't being pampered enough – vanish into a throaty whimper at the stroke of his hand. Between his legs, Binghe's cock drools thickly on the bed. "Just one moment as Shizun prepares himself, alright?"
Shen Qingqiu relaxes himself against the headboard and spreads his legs so he can reach down between them with oil spread on his fingers. After a second, Luo Binghe crawls to his side and nibbles at his shoulder, then his collar. His hair swirls over Shen Qingqiu's chest, soft and ticklish.
Confident, or perhaps uncaring, that he won't be pushed away, Luo Binghe cuddles in closer, sticking himself all along Shen Qingqiu's side. His face is pushed into Shen Qingqiu's chest in such a way he can turn his face and nuzzle his nose into the pit of his arm or turn the other way and suck at his breast. His hands worm their way around Shen Qingqiu's chest until he's captured in strong arms, keeping him tightly to Binghe's sweaty chest.
Shen Qingqiu sighs with fondness and pets Binghe's hair as he begins to smear oil over his hole.
With every sweep of hand over his hair, tucking it back away from his face and soothing the wild curls down his back, Binghe shivers and his cock throbs hard against Shen Qingqiu's hip. With a low keening noise, Binghe humps against his hip and sucks Shen Qingqiu's nipple into his mouth.
What a cute, sticky little monster he's raised. "Silly boy, there isn't any milk there for you."
Red eyes flash as they look up at him, wild and hungry. Luo Binghe bites down on his nipple only hard enough to feel the prickle of teeth, and Shen Qingqiu tugs on his hair to scold him for it. Ever the masochist, Luo Binghe only groans again at the treatment and humps against him harder.
Shen Qingqiu returns his focus to the now more relaxed and very slick furl of his hole, and presses the tip of one finger in. It feels odd, tight and warm, and a bit alien. It's nothing he's really felt before but it doesn't hurt.
But he knows Luo Binghe will be much, much bigger than just a finger.
He gently eases it in and out, the tingle of something penetrating him making him feel both anxious and good. It's better than he thought it would be. Someday maybe he'd even want to let Binghe feel this too, but not tonight. Binghe has been working too hard for this to not let him fuck Shen Qingqiu.
For his part, Luo Binghe seems even more worked up than before, eyes gleaming as they alternate between staring avidly between Shen Qingqiu's legs to watch his hand move back and forth, and up at Shen Qingqiu's face like he's some fascinating sort of animal. And his mouth continues to leave drool and hickies all over Shen Qingqiu's teat, hungry for mother’s milk he won’t find.
His cock is still red and aching, smearing precome all across Shen Qingqiu's hip and thigh, and soon, that will be inside him…
Shen Qingqiu shivers and eases another finger inside him, the stretch hotter and tighter.
Luo Binghe pops off his tit with a wet noise, tongue languidly licking over his lips with a casual sensuality that makes Shen Qingqiu’s dick twitch. “Shizun,” is all he says as he moves one of his own hands between Shen Qingqiu’s thighs, the blunt tip of one of his fingers pressing alongside Shen Qingqiu’s.
“Oh.”
Binghe’s fingers aren’t much bigger than his, but with two already inside the third feels enormous. He’d rubbed enough oil in at first it doesn’t hurt and isn’t dry, but god. His thighs tense at the rush of sensation as Luo Binghe pulls his finger in and out, lightly fucking him on it as his own fingers twitch uselessly inside himself.
Luo Binghe lifts up on the arm under them and bows his head over to suck at the other side of Shen Qingqiu’s chest as they both finger his tight rim open.
What is the fascination with his chest!!
He tries tugging Binghe away just once, met with another bruising bite and a petulant suck at his nipple hard enough to make Shen Qingqiu know he’ll be swollen with spit by the end. He’s spoiled this boy too much… Luo Binghe efficiently distracts him from trying to shrug him off again by curling his finger up and stroking something that makes Shen Qingqiu feel as if he’d somehow stroked the inside of his cock.
“Fuck!” Shen Qingqiu blurts out. Luo Binghe blinks and does it again, and Shen Qingqiu lets out a sound so embarrassing he immediately decides to pretend it never happened.
Luo Binghe’s finger alone isn’t enough all of the sudden. Shen Qingqiu starts to move his too, sloppily, out of tandem with Luo Binghe, but it feels so good. His thighs lock up and his toes curl, arousal blooming hot in his stomach and tingling up his spine. Pushing in and feeling fuller, pulling out and having the shock of suddenly becoming empty again.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he really could come like this. Even without his dick being touched, he really could come all over himself like a messy teen, with his hole stuffed with fingers and his tits getting sucked on.
“Okay!” he says, shrinking back into the bed, hips shifting beyond his conscious control as he tugs his fingers out. He wants to shove them back in and ride them until he spills, but he can’t. “Shizun is ready. Hurry, hurry!”
Luo Binghe slowly pulls his finger out too and wetly pulls off his chest, expression fierce. The impression of him being a predator staring at prey returns, the puppy now a wolf, and still so hungry. Only the heaving of his chest and the throbbing of his heavy cock in the air between them gives away how affected he is. He's just as desperate for this as Shen Qingqiu is, his poor and deprived little protagonist. It doesn't matter if Binghe has had women before him, this will be his true first time. This is the first time with him. The first time that matters. Binghe must be starved after waiting for him for so long, since the days of his disciplehood.
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t mind. He’s ready to be devoured.
Laying back and spreading his legs, Shen Qingqiu’s heart thunders as Luo Binghe gets between them. With a handful of oil he spreads over his cunt-soaked cock, Binghe settles himself and readies his dick at the entrance to Shen Qingqiu.
They both moan as he starts to press in, and then–
Warmth spurts over his ass and up his taint.
Luo Binghe looks just as surprised as Shen Qingqiu feels when he's done orgasming with a delirious expression on his face, a veritable ahegao, tongue stuck out and eyes rolling back from the relief of it. Ahegao, Shen Qingqiu notes, is stupidly hot on the gorgeous face of Luo Binghe. Then, when he does regain his composure, Luo Binghe seems shocked and humiliated, red blossoming high in his cheeks and shame painting his face. Shen Qingqiu swears he can see the gleam of tears in his eyes from the embarrassment of coming like a little boy who'd just been touched for the first time. "That... That's not..."
That's not what? How it's supposed to go? Oh, he's so cute, Shen Qingqiu almost can't handle it. He wants to bundle Binghe up and spoil him, tease him over being a quickshot the moment they got to the real sex, but he can't be so mean about it this time.
"It's alright," Shen Qingqiu quickly soothes, arching himself and reaching down to pull himself apart for easier entrance. This is the protagonist after all; he can't be done after just once. "It's alright. You can still come here. Shizun is ready."
Luo Binghe stalwartly fights back the desire to hide his face in shame at spurting all over this wretched scum the second he got close to fucking him. He'd been tempted and edged the entire night, it's only natural! And now, with his dick smearing through the slick of two women's cunts, oil, and his own semen, he's about to seize the virginity of the man he hates more than anything.
Shen Qingqiu's body opens to him with some effort. The going is slow but one could never call it reluctant; if anything, Shen Qingqiu seems eager to have a cock inside. Once the head of Luo Binghe has passed the rim, his hole shudders and sucks tightly, urging him deeper and deeper.
He's married many women and has had sex with all of them many times and in many ways. He isn't unused to anal sex. He can pleasure a woman like this as easily as he can using their pussy. But this…
This–
Shen Qingqiu spread under him, his body a feast for Luo Binghe alone. His voice gasping out stuttering breaths and low curses, the elegance stripped away as he's taken by someone who despises him. His cream skin turning pink, his nipples both reddened and plump from Luo Binghe's own mouth, dark lashes trembling with arousal–
Luo Binghe wants to chew him up and swallow him bloody.
Luo Binghe has seen many beauties that would make Shen Qingqiu pale standing beside them. Yet, he can't think of a single one of them. He cannot conjure up the image of a woman he wants to have more in this moment than he wants Shen Qingqiu. It's a violent desire, one that seizes every inch of his mind.
He wants to plunge himself into Shen Qingqiu's deepest parts until he gouges out his stomach and leaves him ruined for anyone but himself. He wants to sink his teeth into the long, crane-like column of his neck and leave scars. He wants to wind that black silk hair around his fist and pull tight, like a leash, and make this kind, disgusting, enticing 'master' of his come to heel.
And he thinks Shen Qingqiu would let him.
Shen Qingqiu would scold him. Shen Qingqiu would tug his hair or tap his head, frowning and throwing silvery words at him to chide him. But he would let Luo Binghe do whatever he wished.
How can he not submit to his urges to bear down with all his weight until he sinks to the root of his cock? He presses their mouths together to swallow down Shen Qingqiu's shocked, overwhelmed wail, Luo Binghe's eyes still open to capture the way his eyes screw shut and brows tremble.
Isn't it fair? Isn't it fair for Luo Binghe to get to claim Shen Qingqiu this way?
He's the one who spread his legs and beckoned Luo Binghe inside. He's the one who slept in bed with him and who keeps breaching every boundary a 'righteous' cultivator should have with a demon like him. It's all Shen Qingqiu's fault.
Why…?
Why didn't he get to have this in the first place?
Why was he given the cruel Shen Qingqiu, and that miserable shadow of his in this world got this Shen Qingqiu?
"Binghe, Binghe, ah! Not– Not so deep! It's too much, too much, ah, ah–"
"It's not deep enough," he growls, chewing at Shen Qingqiu's lips. He squeezes his hands around Shen Qingqiu's slim waist and grinds his hips in hard, forcing them together every last tiny cun, until he can see the gentle swell of his cock head in Shen Qingqiu's stomach. Yet. "Not deep enough… It's still… still not enough…"
Shen Qingqiu's legs kick out, his mouth dropping open and eyes going hazy. He grips at Luo Binghe's back to brace himself as Luo Binghe starts fucking him into the bed as hard as his hips can take it, the wood frame creaking and items on the side tables falling as they're jostled by the bed.
When Shen Qingqiu scratches down his back as he screams in pleasure, Luo Binghe's stomach jerks, dick twitching hard enough inside to make that stomach bump distend further for that second.
Part of him wants to rage and wrap his hands around that slender neck for hurting him, again and again and again, just as before. But then he remembers the softness of Shen Qingqiu's palms soothing away the scratches from the first whore and he's left as confused as he's been since the first moment in this world.
If he had been more pathetic, he could have had this?
If he had thrown away his pride, he could have had this?
It isn't fair.
Luo Binghe surges down with a fit of emotion and bites Shen Qingqiu's shoulder until he tastes iron.
Shen Qingqiu gasps. "Nngh ! Ah, Binghe! Stop– that hurts!"
His eyes burn and his chest aches, too tight and too small, and he desperately wants Shen Qingqiu to strike him and kick him and make everything normal again. Shen Qingqiu squeezes around his cock and shivers, then he sighs and raises his hands to gently stroke Luo Binghe's hair. He strokes over Luo Binghe's temples and down his cheeks, tucking hair behind his ears and rubbing small circles into his scalp that make his dick ache with how hard it gets.
Gently, Shen Qingqiu urges him back, and Luo Binghe is helpless to do anything but release his teeth and tilt his head back.
Shen Qingqiu, with the same warm annoyance he'd had when he'd scolded Luo Binghe as he braided his hair, simply says, "This master knows you can be a good boy, so be good ."
Luo Binghe's mouth moves without his permission. "Then tell me I'm good."
He feels pathetic. But that's the way it works isn't it? He sells his pride to Shen Qingqiu and in exchange he gets this. He gets adoration and gentleness and sweetness.
A yawning void inside him he'd never once noticed before, one he'd thought he'd stuffed full with his wives and power and empire, now feels gaping. It's a rotting, aching wound, and Shen Qingqiu's every touch is a salve both sickening and healing at once. He needs more of it. He'd do anything for more of it.
His voice is hoarse as he says, "Just… tell me I'm good."
He’d been so hard for so long and begun fucking right away after coming once, it hurts. He just wants to come again already. He wants someone to take care of him and just let him come. He wants Shizun to make him feel better and just let him come, please, please please.
Shen Qingqiu's eyes go warm and soft. There isn't an ounce of derision or scorn. Luo Binghe's weakness isn't something to mock; rather, it's something attractive. Something Shen Qingqiu likes. Something that he likes so much he cradles Luo Binghe's face and kisses his huadian with such loving gentleness that Luo Binghe doesn't even realize he's crying until Shen Qingqiu kisses them away too.
"My Binghe is very good," Shen Qingqiu whispers.
Pearly teeth bite down onto thin, pale pink lips as Luo Binghe bucks forward urgently, a phantom hand seizing his heart and deep in his guts. It feels almost like a hook, sharp and painful, pulling harder if he doesn't keep moving. He wants to fuck Shen Qingqiu through the bed, bury himself deep and never stop.
Shen Qingqiu tosses his head back, keening and twisting in Luo Binghe's grip. His cock spits over his stomach, not quite an orgasm, not yet, but close. "Sl-Slow down!"
Luo Binghe hungers. He's starving. "Tell me I'm good and I'll stop. Tell me again!"
"Binghe– ah, ahh! Binghe is s-so good!" Shen Qingqiu cries, clutching onto him, face flush and hair in disarray.
The hook in his gut pulls taut, arousal sharp enough to hurt. He buries himself into Shen Qingqiu again and braces himself, grabbing onto the headboard of the bed and using it to slam down harder.
"You said you'd stop," Shen Qingqiu wails, clamping down as he comes with Luo Binghe fucking him less like a man and more like an animal. "You– You!"
Shen Qingqiu spurts over his trembling belly in long stripes, loud, desperate moaning growing higher and higher in pitch until he's all but screaming.
Luo Binghe runs his teeth over Shen Qingqiu's cheeks and down his jaw, nipping, licking the sweat off his neck and his temples. He wants to taste him everywhere. He's never felt so out of control, not even in the depths of Xin Mo's grip. It's unbearable. It's euphoric.
“Make me stop,” Luo Binghe goads, breathless. He flattens his tongue against Shen Qingqiu’s neck until he can feel the jackrabbit pulse under the skin. “Bite me. Hurt me! Make me stop!”
He never could before. Even when Luo Binghe sunk his hands into his flesh and tore it from bone, he couldn’t ever make Luo Binghe stop. Luo Binghe dares him to try.
But Shen Qingqiu still doesn’t fight him. Still, he looks at Luo Binghe with utter adoration and trust. Even with tears down his cheeks, sweating and bullied, his chest abused and shoulder with a smear of blood, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t try to force him off.
Shen Qingqiu holds him, one hand waveringly petting his hair and the other cupping Luo Binghe’s cheek.
“Binghe… Ah, Binghe, doing so well,” Shen Qingqiu gasps, his ruined hole clutching weakly to Luo Binghe’s cock, his spent cock limp in the crook of his hip. He tugs Luo Binghe in closer, kissing his huadian again. “Binghe deserves this. Shizun is here, Shizun won’t leave. Everything is okay now.”
Something hard that Luo Binghe had been clutching to his heart for a very long time, something brittle and ugly, shatters.
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe moans, tension breaking and ripping him open, fucking his seed as deep into Shen Qingqiu’s stomach as he can. It’s harder and lasts longer than any orgasm he’s hand before, and the whole while Shen Qingqiu weakly comforts him, murmuring gentle words in his ear and holding him close.
So.
Wow.
That’s how sex feels.
… He kind of… feels like he should apologize to Shang Qinghua for all the mean things Shen Qingqiu has said about his writing. Because, y’know, all things considered, everything he wrote in those sex scenes wasn’t exactly wrong. That was pretty mind blowing.
Shen Qingqiu can’t feel his legs, his arms feel like jelly, and he’s sweaty and gross all over, but it felt fucking good getting here.
They’re still in the brothel’s bed, sounds from the other rooms filtering in (Shen Qingqiu adamantly refusing to acknowledge that means everyone else heard him ) and the lamps from outside being lit as night fully falls.
Shen Qingqiu lets Luo Binghe stare at him in awe, occasionally turning his head obligingly to allow Binghe to nuzzle and kiss at his neck and jaw.
"Shizun," Binghe breathes, wonder colouring his voice. "Shizun. Shizun…"
Normally he'd scold Binghe for calling him so many times and grant this little masochist of his a gentle smack on the head. But right now he feels so good, so utterly relaxed and content in a way he didn't know he even could, that he doesn't feel like even playfully berating him.
"I'm here," Shen Qingqiu says instead, quiet, soothing, running his hands through Luo Binghe’s messy hair, smoothing it back.
Binghe's lips quiver. Something wondrous and hot sparks deep in the black of Binghe's eyes, red and burning, a light in the darkness. Rough and low, he says, "You are. You're here. And now, you're mine."
Shen Qingqiu laughs. He tucks a lock of hair behind Binghe's ear and lets his hand trail down his neck and to his chest, stroking his sweaty and warm skin. "Of course I am," he agrees warmly. "This master already promised, wherever that Binghe goes–"
His palm strokes over clear and smooth skin, an unblemished canvas of jade. Something horrible and ugly uncurls in his stomach, plummeting like ice. Slowly he raises his eyes back to the man in bed with him.
He looks the same and sounds the same, but Shen Qingqiu knows in that moment–
This is not his Luo Binghe.
"Wherever this Binghe goes," 'Luo Binghe' says, voice a rumble deep in his chest, "Shen Qingqiu will go too."