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Meditation was truly the best form of managing stress. And it did truly help in more ways than one, even if it doesn't help at all times.
But that's not the meditation's fault. Let's see if a world renowned way of managing stress that's not meditation works well at all times when the root of it burges into your room asking you to drink poison.
“Shizun doesn't want to? Forgive this lowly disciple for making such an absurd request of shizun.” Luo Binghe pouted.
As of late, Luo Binghe had taken a new interest in putting together different concoctions. Of course, Shen Qingqiu supported his newfound hobby. Who wouldn't when the same hobby could get them the peace they've been needing for so long?
Shen Qingqiu gave a stern look to the man.
And, Luo Binghe visibly shrunk. What a demon lord he was. All it took was a glare from his shizun to get him to back off.
“Shizun, do forgive this lowly disciple...” he started, “If shizun truly doesn't want to, this disciple won't press. Please continue your meditation.” Luo Binghe mumbled before turning around to leave.
Shen Qingqiu weighed his options. One, he could tell Binghe off for attempting to murder him and deal with his whining for at least a few weeks, (Perhaps it's his late revenge..?) Or, he could try the concoction just a little bit.
It's not that he's scared he's going to die or anything like that. He knows well enough the systems wouldn't allow that to happen, and he's the immortal master, remember? Rather, he's more concerned of what the side effects of this special creation could be.
The former seemed worse than the latter. Either way, it's Binghe. It couldn't be that bad.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the jade cup filled with mystery liquid.
The liquid had a pretty teal tint to it. Whether that was from the jade cup it was in or the liquid itself, Shen Qingqiu didn't know. Nor did he care.
He briefly looked up, making direct eye contact with binghe who was sitting across the table.
Binghe looked so happy. He sat excitedly in his seat, waiting for Shen Qingqiu to drink the liquid.
Shen Qingqiu brought the cup closer to his mouth, the rim hovered over his lips as he debated if he should do it or not. He sharply closed his eyes and forced the liquid down his throat.
The taste.. wasn't bad. It had a hint of plum wine, a bit minty and there was a herbal taste he couldn't quite put his finger around.
“Why is this so good for a supposed poison?” He pondered.
He opened his eyes and saw Binghe smiling brightly at him. He glowed at the sight of Shen Qingqiu.
“Shizun! How was it?” Binghe asked, his excitement dripping with every syllabus he uttered.
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to speak and, he couldn't? He brought a hand to his throat and furrowed his brows. Perhaps this was a side effect of the poison.
“Shizun!”
Luo Binghe's voice echoed in his own head. As if he was in the husk of Shen Qingqiu's empty skull. Shen Qingqiu looked around the room as his vision doubled and became hazy as time passed.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe used one hand to get rid of the jade cups placed neatly on the wooden table and placed his elbows on it, leaning in close to Shen Qingqiu.
“Shizun.. Are you ignoring me? or is it taking effect?” He tilted his head.
Shizun, shizun, shizun! Does he not know any other words?! “Stop talking Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu replied, placing a palm against Luo Binghe's mouth.
Of course, he never listened. He took Shen Qingqiu's hand in his own and placed a gentle kiss on the back. His lips lingered on the pale soft skin, slowly flushed red.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the man in front of him as his vision became more and more distorted. He was seeing extra Binghe's and he could feel himself getting irritated. One Luo Binghe is already a hassle, and now there's two more. What a headache.
All of a sudden, Shen Qingqiu stood up from his seat for whatever reason he himself couldn't tell. “Well that was a bad idea.” He thought to himself as his vision blurred into oblivion and collapsed.
Slick sounds filled the room as Shen Qingqiu slowly opened his eyes. He felt so warm and... fuzzy. He felt so comfortable and lazy.
And what time was it even?
His memory came back to him gradually, and he remembered the events that took place before he passed out, probably due to the poison he drank. The last thing he remembered was Binghe worriedly calling for him.
He slowly opened his eyes and his vision focused a little more as the ceiling of his manor focused into vision. His manor? His eyes trailed down the black and red accents of the room. An aesthetic that surely didn't suite himself.
No, this was Luo Binghe's room. He was laying on his back, on Binghe's bed.
Shen Qingqiu's ears finally picked up the wet sounds coming from around his lower body and noticed a familiar heat pooling in his stomach.
“mmh.. ” he purred as he twisted his lazy body.
“Shizun?” Binghe asked and Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but sigh in response, he felt so lethargic it was strange. He couldn't think of a single poison that could make a person this idle.
Luo Binghe climbed over him, and placed a loving, tender kiss to Shen Qingqiu's cheek. “Shhh..Let this disciple take care of you, shizun.”
Luo Binghe's sweet voice scratched a deep part of Shen Qingqiu's scalp and he whined in response. The feeling of Luo Binghe's lips were more than enough for him to forget about his earlier thoughts. Now, he just wanted to reach up and embrace his husband—but he couldn't and his arms stayed uselelessly by his side.
“This disciple will make shizun feel good, yes? Just relax..” Luo Binghe cooed.
Shen Qingqiu couldn't do anything other than nod in response as his senses came back to him and the feeling of Binghe's large hands travelling on his body sent shivers down his spine.
He gathered up all the strength left in his body and threw a hand over his eyes as Binghe lowered, and a ghostly touch lingered over Shen Qingqiu's cock.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe wrapped his mouth around his tip and gently sucked. He tongued the slit and twirled his tongue around on it, like a lollipop.
“Hah...Binghe that's dirty...” Shen Qingqiu moaned.
And with that, Luo Binghe let go with a wet pop. “Shizun doesn't like it?”
Really Binghe? Is this really the time to doubt the talents of the stallion protagonist?
“N-no but.. you—” Shen Qingqiu stuttered, feeling a little dizzy. His vision wasn't even fully back but he could still somehow make out the puppy eyes Binghe was definitely making.
“Binghe wants to do it.” He interrupted. “Won't shizun let binghe do this little thing?”
Shen Qingqiu lightly shook his head and Luo Binghe immediately sank back down to give attention to the little peerless cucumber that was now twitching and leaking. This time, he shoved it right down his throat and moaned. The vibrations from the sound shook the peak lord to his core as he came truly undone by the hands (mouth) of his disciple with a slutty moan.
“Hm, The aphrodisiac is stronger than I thought..” Luo Binghe mumbled to himself.
Wait, Aphrodisiac? The concoction Binghe spent days making was a stupid aphrodisiac?! Shen Qingqiu knew he recognised that herbal taste from somewhere, he just didn't see it coming. This sly disciple! If he had it his way he'd have hit his husband in the head with his fan. But because of said husband, he had no energy in himself to get mad. Shen Qingqiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry!
And so he silently raged inside his head, and glared at Luo Binghe while he was at it as well.
Luo Binghe licked the rest of the semen on his lips and gave a quick look to Shen Qingqiu, and he smiled.
“Oh shizun, do forgive this lowly disciple for deceiving you.” He apologized, a hint of tease in his voice, which only earned a grunt from the man.
Shen Qingqiu was still suffering from the side effects of the stupid aphrodisiac, and also from his explosive orgasm when, he saw a blurry Luo Binghe once again sink down towards his lower body.
The peak lord shrieked as he felt a wet sensation on his hole. Luo Binghe's tongue slowly eased the small hole to make way for his ridiculously long tongue.
Shen Qingqiu started to flail around and the stallion placed a palm against his abdomen, holding him in place. His tongue explored the walls of his insides.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe got off and placed his thumb on the entrance. “Shizun likes it?” He asked, again, as he let the tip of his thumb slip in and out of the pink hole.
“Mngh.. Binghe, d-don't do that..” The immortal master whined.
Bingbe hummed, letting his thumb knuckle hook into him. “But shizun didn't answer this disciples question?” He pouted.
Shen Qingqiu once again flailed around with what little energy he had, like a fish out of water. His hips jerked, trying to get Binghe's finger deeper inside him.
“Hm?” His thumb gently caressed the stretched out hole as he pushed the tip of his index finger. He added another finger, and another. And he had the absolute gall of only pushing the tips of his fingers.
“B-binghe please...” Shen Qingqiu started, “please..Hah..Please move..Ngh..your fingers..Shizun likes it, mm...”
Luo Binghe audibly gulped at the response and immediately pushed his fingers deep inside his shizun like the dutiful disciple he was.
He pumped his fingers in and out, lingering at a certain lump inside that made his shizun clench and moan in all the right ways.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu sighed, “Kiss me..”
Luo Binghe once again, obliged. He towered over his shizun and leaned down to catch his soft lips in his own. He deliberately pushed a finger into Shen Qingqiu's prostate, earning a yelp from the man and he seized the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. His fingers explored his husbands anus while his tongue explored his husbands sweet mouth.
Heat pooled in Shen Qingqiu's stomach once again and he brought his hands up to grab onto Luo Binghe's biceps. His husbands fingers pumped him dry as he eased him through his second orgasm.
Shen Qingqiu heaved, trying to catch his breath. He was an old man for goodness sake! Yet somehow he could feel himself still hard even after two intense orgasms. What hell of a aphrodisiac Luo Binghe had made.
Luo Binghe pressed a sweet kiss to Shen Qingqiu's lips as he pulled his fingers out. And the peak lord will act like he didn't whine at the emptiness in his hole, because he didn't.
Binghe slipped his own robes off, letting it pool under him. Speaking of, where and what the hell happened to Shen Qingqiu's own robes? Perhaps that was the Question Of The Day. The stallion protagonist took his heavenly pillar in his hand and lined it up with Shen Qingqiu's abused hole.
“Is shizun feeling okay?” Luo Binghe asked worriedly as he noticed his husbands pupils were blown wide and the man in question just nodded in response.
Luo Binghe once again caressed the hole with his thumb before slowly easing the tip inside. Shen Qingqiu clawed into Binghe's biceps from the sheer pressure of the heavenly pillar pressing into him.
Binghe worked his way inside with slow, small thrusts. He gradually added more length to his thrusts as he went, until finally, Shen Qingqiu's buttocks met Binghe's abdomen. He stayed in the same position, unmoving and allowing his shizun to get used to the girth inside of him.
They must have done this a million times already but Shen Qingqiu could never get used to the size of his husband's unnaturally humongous dick.
"Y-you can move now..” Shen Qingqiu mumbled.
And Luo Binghe happily obliged. He started slowly, slipping his dick out keeping just the tip in before slamming back inside as he picked up a steady but deadly rhythm that only the stallion protagonist could pull off.
Binghe moaned and grunted as he went, vocal as always. “Hngghh~ Shizun..” He whined, “you feel..mm..so good..” His voice was just has heavenly as his pillar and it never failed to spur something deep inside Shen Qingqiu's stomach.
The thrusts started becoming more deep and violent as Luo Binghe rammed into his husband, chasing his own release. He bowed down once again, kissing Shen Qingqiu's lips like his life depended on it. One of his hands creeped it's way down to his husbands poor and useless cock that was swinging around with each thrust. He closed a palm around the tip and rolled his hand, covering the tip with the precum on it.
Shen Qingqiu bit into the kiss as he felt the same familiar sensation pooling in his stomach. He was close, he was so close when—
Luo Binghe gripped the based of Shen Qingqiu's little peerless cucumber and denied him of his orgasm. The peak lord cried out in response to the sinful act.
He pulled away from the kiss and made eye contact, “Do forgive this one, shizun.” Luo Binghe grunted, “This disciple wanted..hah..to release with you...”
He was saying that with those stupid puppy eyes, how could anyone deny the will of the stallion protagonist!?
Shen Qingqiu wraped his arms around his husbands neck as he kissed him deeply, urging him to continue. Luo Binghe dutifully obeyed as he wrapped his palm around shizuns cock and once again picked up a rhythm to thrust into him.
Luo Binghe's moans started to become guttural and Shen Qingqiu's more high pitched as they both chased their own orgasm.
Binghe caressed the slit of his husbands tip and he came with such a slutty moan, even the stallion protagonist couldn't help himself and came right inside lf Shen Qingqiu.
The peak lord clenched his hole as his vision blurred and his ears rang from the intense orgasm, the feeling of Binghe's cock pumping into him made the sensation even more overstimulating. The demon lord groaned loudly as he emptied his fill inside of his husband.
It felt like hours had passed before Shen Qingqiu came down from the high of being drugged and thoroughly fucked enough to have 3 orgasms.
The poor peak lord was so tired, it seemed the effects of the aphrodisiac still lasted. Luo Binghe slumped on top of him and strays of his curly hair tickled his nose but he couldn't bring himself to get mad.
He was so lethargic, he'd pretend the thought of his little white lotus drugging him didn't turn him on and he'd leave the scolding for another time.