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Zou Shuang stared at him, dark bags under her eyes doing nothing to offset the flash of curiosity in her gaze as she looked Liu Qingge up and down. Hands tightly clasped behind his back, Liu Qingge shifted from one foot to another.
“Shifu is out,” she said. “But if you need help, this one can summon one of the senior disciples to assist with your…” she paused and tilted her head just a bit. The motion reminded Liu Qingge of a curious bird of prey. “Ailment.”
Liu Qingge swallowed heavily. He had battled with his mounting arousal the entire way back to Cang Qiong. Instead of stopping at Bai Zhan like he normally would after a night hunt, he flew straight to Qian Cao, breathing a heavy sigh of relief as he finally stepped off Cheng Luan. He could feel the flow of his spiritual energy growing weaker, becoming more akin to sludge flowing through his meridians rather than water as time passed.
Zou Shuang was still watching Liu Qingge. She cleared her throat and said delicately, “Peak Lord Liu should make a decision soon lest his condition worsen.” She brought an ink stained finger up to her lips and tapped them thoughtfully, “Although. None of the senior disciples are of the same cultivation level as Shifu…”
“Why would that matter?” Liu Qingge gritted out, hands clenching tight behind his back.
“Oh! Well, if the individual assisting you isn’t of sufficient cultivation, you may need to seek assistance from multiple dual cultivation partners.”
Liu Qingge blinked at her. Zou Shuang blinked back.
“And when is Peak Lord Mu scheduled to return?” he asked as evenly as possible around the mounting tightness in his gut.
She shrugged. “Sometime in the next seven to ten days. He took Peak Lord Shang with him to negotiate a trade deal for some medical supplies.”
Nodding tightly, Liu Qingge let his hands drop to his sides. “Right.” He turned around and stalked towards the door. He couldn’t go on like this but the idea of dual cultivating with multiple Qian Cao disciples to alleviate his current problem did not sound appealing.
Besides, he knew of one person who was always willing to offer him an assist with these sorts of matters.
Without bidding Zou Shuang farewell, Liu Qingge walked out of the clinic, forcing his gait to remain steady as he headed in the direction of Qiong Ding Peak. Zou Shuang watched him go. Sighing, she shook her head in exasperation before turning back to her worktop.
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Liu Qingge braced his hand against the door and slumped forward. He was so warm and so full and he just wanted relief from the pulsing heat between his legs. He didn’t know how long it had been since it started but he had a vague impression that it had been several hours based solely on the fact that the sun had risen and then started to set again since the onset of his discomfort.
He shifted one leg forward and let his head thunk against the wall. The movement drew the fabric of his trousers against the head of his aching, leaking cock and Liu Qingge bit back a moan that he knew would sound pathetic. If he could just come he would be fine. Then he would feel better.
Maybe he could bring himself off this time. It had been long enough. Maybe the eggs were ready to be released and he could just touch himself a bit while he waited.
With one shaky hand, he untied the knot on the waistband of his trousers and stuck his hand down his pants, groaning loudly as he wrapped his fist around his cock. Sensitive skin blazed beneath his palm as he stroked himself, spreading the copious amounts of precum that hadn’t already leaked onto his pants down his length.
“Hello…?” a quiet, familiar voice called from the other side of the door.
Startled, Liu Qingge moved to withdraw his hand from his pants while simultaneously taking a step back as the door opened. Instead, he ended up stumbling over his own feet and listing to the side, body heading towards the wooden decking beneath him. Warm, strong hands caught him before he crashed to the ground.
Yue Qingyuan’s face swam in front of him, eyes wide but expression worried. “Shidi?” His gaze strayed from Liu Qingge’s face and down the line of his body, pausing momentarily where Liu Qingge’s hand was still crammed down his pants.
“Um,” he cleared his throat delicately before continuing, “To what do I owe the pleasure of Liu-shidi’s visit?”
Liu Qingge blinked and tried to dig up the reason why he was on Qiong Ding Peak. His hand was down his pants, he felt full, he was warm, he very much wanted to come…Oh, right.
He fixed Yue Qingyuan with a bleary look. “I need to dual cultivate.”
Yue Qingyuan pulled back slightly and stared at him, eyebrows high on his forehead and mouth slightly parted. Liu Qingge stared at his lips and tried to shuffle closer. Placing a firm hand on his shoulder, Yue Qingyuan held him at arms-length, brows drawing downward. Frowning back, Liu Qingge glanced at Yue Qingyuan’s hand before tipping his head to the side so he could nuzzle against it. The feeling of skin to skin contact was enough to push a happy sigh from Liu Qingge’s lips. It wasn’t quite what he needed but it at least took some of the edge off.
With a soft sigh, Yue Qingyuan withdrew his hand. Not to be deterred from seeking out even the smallest amount of relief, Liu Qingge pitched himself forward.
“Shidi!”
Liu Qingge groaned into Yue Qingyuan’s chest, inhaling the comforting smells of sandalwood and clean linen that always seemed to cling to the Sect Leader. “Zhangmen-shixiong,” he grumbled, voice muffled in the soft fabric of Yue Qingyuan’s robes.
Sighing again, Yue Qingyuan separated himself from Liu Qingge and led him through the still open door. Once they were inside where the light was brighter, Yue Qingyuan peered down at Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge stared back, already planning his next move in his bid to have Yue Qingyuan touch him.
Yue Qingyuan’s hand gently wrapped around Liu Qingge’s wrist. Startling, Liu Qingge glanced down and noted distantly that his hand was still in his pants. He made a quiet noise of protest when Yue Qingyuan tugged on it.
To himself, Yue Qingyuan murmured, “Ah. I see.” He released Liu Qingge’s wrist and asked, “What was it this time?”
Liu Qingge stared at him for a moment, processing the words. His thoughts felt syrupy slow, the memories of the past day sliding by like warm honey. Night hunt. River yao. Dragon’s Jaw Pitcher Plant. Eggs. Frustration. Qian Cao. Slowed spiritual energy. Yue Qingyuan.
“Monster,” Liu Qingge grumbled, the words difficult to summon through the haze clouding his mind. “Laid eggs. Need help getting them out.”
Nodding along, Yue Qingyuan asked, “May I?” His hand was hovering over Liu Qingge’s abdomen.
Nodding eagerly, Liu Qingge had the brilliant idea that he could help Yue Qingyuan in this endeavor. Before Yue Qingyuan’s hand came to rest on his stomach, Liu Qingge gripped the collars of his robes and tugged.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the Sect Leader’s quarters. Liu Qingge let the ripped fabric fall from his hands, the cool air of the room a balm to his sweaty, overheated skin. With a soft chuckle, Yue Qingyuan placed his hand on Liu Qingge’s stomach and pressed.
Moaning, Liu Qingge shot a hand out and grabbed Yue Qingyuan’s arm. Eyes wide, Yue Qingyuan said, “And you need help with this?”
Nodding his head rapidly, Liu Qingge pushed forward, the feeling of the eggs shifting inside of him sending tingling shivers up his spine and straight to his groin.
“Are you sure?”
Why was Yue Qingyuan asking him if he was sure? He was here, wasn’t he? They had dual cultivated numerous times before, so why was he being so careful now? Sure, he was always careful, but Liu Qingge needed his help and he needed it immediately.
“Shidi?” Yue Qingyuan rubbed small circles over Liu Qingge’s abdomen, hand travelling lower and towards the loose waistband of his pants.
“Yes,” Liu Qingge breathed out, other hand grasping Yue Qingyuan’s wrist and shoving it the rest of the way down and into his pants.
Smiling slightly, Yue Qingyuan leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Liu Qingge’s forehead. “Alright then.”
In the next moment, Liu Qingge had the strange sensation of being swept up in strong arms before being laid softly down onto a bed. His pants had been removed and discarded. He could feel his unbound hair spilling across his shoulders. The bed dipped and then Yue Qingyuan was looming over him, expression gentle but gaze heated.
“Shidi will have to tell me what to do. I’m not familiar with this particular affliction.”
Liu Qingge made a noise of frustration and groped at Yue Qingyuan’s waist, hand sneaking towards his cock. He had already told him what to do. They had to dual cultivate. What was the hold up here?
His fingers brushed against Yue Qingyuan’s erection, pulling a gasp from his lips. “Inside,” Liu Qingge grunted as he rolled himself onto his side.
With a strained noise as Liu Qingge continued to grope at his cock, Yue Qingyuan murmured, “Alright, alright just let me prepare…Oh.” Liu Qingge shuddered as a callused finger brushed over his hole. “Shidi is already so wet.” That same finger pressed against him and easily slid in as Yue Qingyuan shifted behind him.
Liu Qingge pressed his face against the sheets and groaned as Yue Qingyuan’s finger shallowly stroked along his walls, motions careful as he pushed into the second knuckle before making a noise of concern. He pushed again and Liu Qingge grunted as the plug inside of him shifted enough to be felt, but not enough to be knocked out of position.
“Shidi, what is this?” Yue Qingyuan asked as he withdrew his hand.
Breathing heavily into the sheets, Liu Qingge grumbled, “Plug. Has to dissolve.”
“How…?”
Lifting his head, Liu Qingge said again, through gritted teeth, “Inside.”
“Ah. Right.”
Liu Qingge dropped his head back to the mattress and turned his face into the sheets, eyes shutting tight as something large and blunt pressed against his slicked up rim. When the head of Yue Qingyuan’s cock slipped inside, Liu Qingge moaned and held himself still, tears springing to his eyes. The temporary relief he received had him sending up silent thanks that Yue Qingyuan didn’t waste time opening him, and he sank into the feeling of being stretched open.
When his tip hit the plug, Yue Qingyuan paused, breathing calmly before bringing his hand up to the portion of his cock that was still exposed and began to stroke himself, the base of his fist pressing against Liu Qingge’s ass on each downstroke.
Liu Qingge squeezed around him, small sounds slipping from his mouth as Yue Qingyuan’s tempo increased. Taking himself in hand, Liu Qingge began to stroke in time with Yue Qingyuan. He caught the exact moment Yue Qingyuan noticed what he was doing by his quiet groan and swelling of the tip of his cock.
Reaching behind himself, Liu Qingge pawed around until his fingers brushed against Yue Qingyuan’s hand. He let them rest there as Yue Qingyuan sped up and then leaned over with a gasp as he emptied himself into Liu Qingge.
Still gripping himself tight, Liu Qingge rolled onto his back and looked at Yue Qingyuan through hazy eyes. He needed Yue Qingyuan to keep touching him. He needed him to keep fucking him. He needed him to press on his abdomen and push the eggs out of him so he could finally, finally come.
Color high on his cheeks, Yue Qingyuan asked, “What now?”
Silent save for his heavy breathing, Liu Qingge released his cock and drew his knees up to his chest, groaning as the eggs moved inside of him. A rush of warmth raced through Liu Qingge’s body as Yue Qingyuan’s eyes fixed on his leaking hole.
“Again?”
Nodding, Liu Qingge extended one leg and hooked his ankle around Yue Qingyuan’s neck so he could pull him forward. Going willingly, Yue Qingyuan started to lazily stroke himself. “Alright, alright just give me a moment.”
As a rule, Liu Qingge didn’t pout. However, and also as a rule, Liu Qingge generally tried not to return to the Sect if he was under the influence of any pollens or curses or strange aphrodisiacs.
But, also as a rule, Liu Qingge generally did not get himself into situations that would necessitate returning to the Sect under the influence of said substances because he also generally avoided stumbling into situations that blocked his cultivation and therefore prevented him from waiting out any unfortunate side effects.
As such, Liu Qingge did not pout when Yue Qingyuan failed to immediately start fucking him into the mattress. Instead, he turned his face to the side with a huff, refusing to meet Yue Qingyuan’s gentle gaze, which was doing nothing to help with the vicious arousal that had started to ramp up the moment Yue Qingyuan first touched him.
With a low laugh, Yue Qingyuan laid next to Liu Qingge, face close. He pressed a kiss to the spot just below Liu Qingge’s eye and hummed. “So patient.”
Liu Qingge didn’t feel patient and, while the quiet praise made his stomach twist, the aching in his groin was ramping up and starting to tip towards discomfort. In one swift move, he rolled Yue Qingyuan onto his back. Yue Qingyuan yelped as Liu Qingge climbed atop him, bracketing his thighs with his own.
He eyed Yue Qingyuan’s cock hungrily before wrapping a hand around it and giving it a squeeze. “Ah!” Yue Qingyuan placed a hand on Liu Qingge’s thigh, eyes fluttering shut.
Liu Qingge gave it a few more strokes before deeming it ready. Shuffling forward, he lifted to his knees and slowly lowered himself down, forcing himself to relax as he sheathed Yue Qingyuan into his body. Once he was seated, Liu Qingge sighed and looked down at Yue Qingyuan, daring Yue Qingyuan to tell him to slow down.
That is not what Yue Qingyuan did. Instead, hand stroking Liu Qingge’s thigh, Yue Qingyuan murmured, “Shidi took it so well.”
Face heating to a temperature Liu Qingge didn’t think possible, he huffed and slowly began to ride Yue Qingyuan, head tipping back as Yue Qingyuan’s cock rubbed across his sensitive inner walls. Each downward movement jostled the eggs inside of him, heightening the sensation of being completely filled.
Yue Qingyuan’s other hand drifted to Liu Qingge’s other thigh, merely resting there. With a quiet groan, Liu Qingge sped up, eyes sliding shut as he focused on his efforts to bring Yue Qingyuan to an orgasm.
Through the haze in his mind, Liu Qingge heard a quiet, “Shidi should touch himself.”
Eyes snapping open, Liu Qingge gasped, “Won’t do anything.” Rhythm stuttering, he whined as Yue Qingyuan increased the pressure of his grip on his thighs, grinding him downward.
“Oh?” Yue Qingyuan tilted his head with genuine curiosity. “So it won’t feel good?”
Tipping forward so he could brace one hand on Yue Qingyuan’s chest, Liu Qingge squeezed his fingers, appreciating the flex of muscles under the soft padding. With a pleased sigh, Yue Qingyuan continued to grind Liu Qingge on top of him.
“Feels good,” Liu Qingge mumbled, head tipping forward so his hair spilled down around his shoulders as he gasped on a particularly hard, grinding thrust.
“Shidi should do things that feel good.” Yue Qingyuan slid one hand up Liu Qingge’s side. He rubbed his thumb of Liu Qingge’s rib cage, the soothing, sweeping motion giving Liu Qingge a lifeline to focus on as Yue Qingyuan began to fuck up into him. Moaning, Liu Qingge took a deep breath as one of the eggs skated along a sensitive spot deep within him. With a short intake of breath, Yue Qingyuan sighed out, “After all, shidi is making this shixiong feel very good right now.”
Liu Qingge shuddered, the words travelling straight to his straining cock. He reached down and squeezed himself, crying out softly as his cock jumped in his hand.
“Good…Keep doing that.” Yue Qingyuan’s thrusts became more insistent. Eyes squeezed shut, Liu Qingge grit his teeth as Yue Qingyuan angled himself so he was sliding against Liu Qingge’s prostate.
“The eggs are a nice touch, shidi.” Liu Qingge looked up, bewildered. Right. The eggs. “I know you’re uncomfortable but it isn’t a hardship to help, especially with how good they feel inside of you.” As Yue Qingyuan’s soft voice washed over him, Liu Qingge’s world flipped.
Once he was on his back, Yue Qingyuan pulled his legs up, wrapping one arm around them so he could run his other hand over the length of Liu Qingge’s calf. “Ready, shidi?”
Nodding tightly, Liu Qingge went lax as Yue Qingyuan hooked Liu Qingge’s knees over his arms and began to pound into him with heavy, decisive movements. Throwing his head back, Liu Qingge moaned.
His thoughts wavered and fuzzed with each thrust, body lighting up when the eggs inside of him shifted or when Yue Qingyuan ran a hand over his stomach and pressed. He could feel wetness gathering at the edges of his eyes as his extremities began to tingle.
Yue Qingyuan’s hips began to falter and then he pressed forward, nearly folding Liu Qingge in half as his cock pulsed, coating the eggs inside of Liu Qingge. When Yue Qingyuan finally withdrew, chest still heaving and with sweat on his brow, he proceeded to press soft, slow kisses across Liu Qingge’s cheeks.
“Shh, don’t cry, shidi. You’ll feel better soon.”
Liu Qingge opened his eyes and blinked until the watery haze cleared. He was met with a smile from Yue Qingyuan and another gentle kiss to his forehead. He placed a hand low on Liu Qingge’s stomach and pressed gently, eyes going wide as the eggs in Liu Qingge’s body shifted. A soft wet noise echoed out in the room and Yue Qingyuan scrambled to sit up.
“Oh…” He picked up the egg and prodded it delicately, its gelatinous surface shining in the low light of the room. While Yue Qingyuan inspected the egg, Liu Qingge began to press roughly down on his stomach, eager to finally have relief and be done with this entire ordeal.
Five more eggs popped out in quick succession, prompting Yue Qingyuan to drop the first one and rejoin Liu Qingge in his efforts to clear the last two. The two of them worked out another one before Liu Qingge dropped his hands to his sides, breathing heavily.
His thoughts felt less muddled already. Swallowing and working his throat, he placed his hand on Yue Qingyuan’s arm to draw his attention. “One of them is stuck.”
Yue Qingyuan blinked at him and then smiled. “Good to see you’re back, shidi.” Liu Qingge’s cheeks heated. With a fond laugh, Yue Qingyuan said, “Where is it stuck?”
Glancing away, Liu Qingge grumbled, “At the entrance.”
Peering down between Liu Qingge’s legs, Yue Qingyuan nodded. “I can’t see it but….” He slid a finger in and then hummed. “It’s just inside.” Brow furrowed, Yue Qingyuan removed his finger but kept his eyes fixed on Liu Qingge’s hole, expression thoughtful.
Liu Qingge shifted, curious as to what Yue Qingyuan was seeing but also slightly mortified at his own behavior. Before he had more time to reflect on it, however, Yue Qingyuan had placed two fingers behind his sack and started to massage him.
Moaning, Liu Qingge flopped back onto the bed. Yue Qingyuan continued pressing and massaging him until Liu Qingge felt the egg shift. He bore down and sobbed in relief when the final egg slid out of him with a wet pop.
The feeling of Yue Qingyuan’s hand wrapping around his cock nearly pulled a scream out of Liu Qingge. He managed to bite it off, the sound petering out into a pained groan as Yue Qingyuan stroked him with an efficiency that made Liu Qingge’s gut clench. The uncomfortable heat that had been plaguing him since he had been tipped out of the Dragon’s Jaw Pitcher Plant roared into an inferno. Around the flames raging in his thoughts and through his veins, he heard Yue Qingyuan’s voice.
“You’ve done so well, Liu-shidi. Let me help you feel good.”
Liu Qingge didn’t try to suppress his scream as his body seized up and began to shake, hips lifting off the bed as he came. Yue Qingyuan stroked him through it, murmuring quiet praise the entire time, each word sending Liu Qingge soaring higher until the pulsing heat racing through him finally tipped over into too much.
Batting Yue Qingyuan’s hands away weakly, Liu Qingge took several deep breaths. As he floated in the aftermath, deft hands cleaned him off before lightly tapping him on the side. “Roll over, please. The sheets are a mess.”
With a grunt, Liu Qingge obeyed. He obeyed again when Yue Qingyuan asked him to shift from the other side of the bed as he quickly stripped the ruined sheet off.
When Yue Qingyuan slipped into the bed next to him and pulled the fresh sheets over them both, Liu Qingge finally cracked his eyes open.
“Where did you put them?”
Yue Qingyuan looked at him curiously. “They’re still wrapped in the dirty sheets. Why?”
Liu Qingge grunted and wiggled towards Yue Qingyuan, slinging an arm over his waist. “Throw them in your garden. They have high levels of spiritual energy, especially after they’ve been infused.”
“Infused…?’
Burying his face between Yue Qingyuan’s pecs, Liu Qingge sighed. “They’re not viable once they’re infused. Not before either, but they need to be infused to be passed out of the body.” He pulled back for a moment and looked up at Yue Qingyuan’s face. Yue Qingyuan stared back at him, brows still furrowed. “And don’t give them to Mu Qingfang.”
“Wha…Why would I give them to Peak Lord Mu?”
Liu Qingge sighed. “This was all his fault.”
Yue Qingyuan’s face took on a pensive cant. “I…see. Well. If it’s his fault, shouldn’t he have taken responsibility?” he asked tentatively.
Rolling his eyes, Liu Qingge muttered, “He was out.” Pausing so he could press his body against Yue Qingyuan from shoulder to hip, he said, “I thought about coming to you first but,” he shrugged, “Mu-shidi already knew how to help.” The unspoken and I wasn’t fully in my right mind to be able to explain hung between them.
Fortunately, Yue Qingyuan had enough tact to not say anything on that point. Unlike Mu-shidi, Liu Qingge thought darkly.
He would just have to find a way for Mu Qingfang to owe him a favor so he could receive some payback. Not that Mu Qingfang would have a problem with that, but it was the principle of the matter.
“Well, I’m glad you came to me, shidi.” Yue Qingyuan brought a hand up and ran his fingers through Liu Qingge’s hair, carefully working through any snags and tangles. “You can come to me anytime, you know.”
Smiling against Yue Qingyuan’s chest, Liu Qingge murmured, “I know, shixiong.” He took a breath and then whispered against Yue Qingyuan’s skin, “Thank you.”
With a low noise of acknowledgement, Yue Qingyuan ran his hand up and down Liu Qingge’s back. With the sound of Yue Qingyuan’s slow breathing and the steady thump of his heartbeat, Liu Qingge let sleep overtake him.