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Shen Qingqiu would have thought it would be troublesome and awkward to sleep with your… private part, inside of someone else.
It's extremely perverted and very overwhelming to even think about, that he's so close with Binghe. He needs to hold the boy tight to his chest to keep them stuck together, Binghe's head tucked under his chin and warm body cradled in his hands. The blatant excuse to cuddle in their afterglow, even as sweaty and disgusting as they are, isn't unwelcome.
He can feel Binghe's chest rise and fall calmly, and he wonders if Binghe can feel the strong and steady beat of his own heart against his back. When he bows his head he can nuzzle his nose and breathe in the soft warm smell of Binghe's hair, occasionally pressing a kiss to the crown of Binghe's head. After every chaste kiss he can feel a very subtle shiver go down Binghe's spine, culminating in the tensing and trembling deep inside of the boy's core, his inner walls stroking Shen Qingqiu’s soft cock.
That they're entwined together so intimately, one body seamlessly flowing into another, makes him feel content down to his very core. In the end sleeping like this is actually quite soothing.
He'd been a little worried that Binghe’s poor, bullied hole would start to ache during the night with Shen Qingqiu’s cock nestled inside. But, when Binghe had soundly fallen asleep in his arms, softly breathing and looking as sweet as a babe in the arms of his mother, Shen Qingqiu's worries had been soothed. He'd fallen asleep not long after, deeply and with dreams so soft and alluring he could hardly wake from them.
Luo Binghe, face pressed into the pillow with a heavy body above him pressing him down, has just discovered his favourite way to sleep.
Shizun is soft but still very much noticeable and present within him. It aches a bit, and that ache has grown more and more during the night, but it's a good ache. It's a satisfying pain, one that says he's won another part of Shen Qingqiu no one else has.
Shizun had kissed him and cradled him and kept him happily full, and Luo Binghe had been utterly enraptured by the furious jealousy his master had worn. Treating him like a disobedient whore or an unfaithful wife, accusing him of crimes purely for not begging to have his cock the moment they saw one another… Perhaps Luo Binghe's exaggeration of the truth had trained Shizun quite well after all.
That's fine. Luo Binghe is perfectly willing to live in this little lie so long as it makes Shizun want him more.
They've moved a bit during the night, Luo Binghe on his front now, and pinned beneath Shizun’s slightly larger, broader frame. Their clothing is even more rumpled than before, the smell of sweat and come stale in the warm air. Luo Binghe wakes cocooned in the smell of sex, emrbaced and surrounded by his most favourite person, his body stuffed full and aching wonderfully.
When he squeezes himself tight around the soft cock within him, he can feel not only the burning wear from having been fucked and kept full for a night, but also the twinges of the bruises slapped into his skin. He’s been marked again, and so thoroughly. He can even feel the phantom pains of nails digging into his stomach and forcing himself into a more pleasing shape for Shizun to fuck.
If Binghe were alone in his own room, he’d be kicking his legs and squealing with joy.
But he’s not in his own room. He’s in Shizun’s room, in Shizun’s bed, with the very man himself snoring softly in his ear.
Luo Binghe…
Luo Binghe really loves him quite a lot.
He wants to luxuriate in this feeling of being pressed down and held, of being jealously possessed. Maybe if they could stay like this, he would be happy…
But no. More than that he wants to submerge himself fully into Shen Qingqiu at all times, forever, and greedily swallow him down until their bones fuse and blood mixes. He wants Shen Qingqiu in all ways, in every way that Luo Binghe can possibly have him. He’s never loved anyone quite this way.
He can't have all of that though, because Shizun won’t give it to him.
Not yet.
He can take a little. As long as he is cursed, he’s allowed to take a little, and Luo Binghe will use that little handhold to slowly gain more and more. Already Shizun likes him so much – or likes fucking him so much, at least – that he falls into a fury at the mere thought Luo Binghe could have had his flower plucked by another man while his master was away. It can’t be too much longer until Shizun is so accustomed to warming his cock inside of Binghe that he wouldn’t be able to bear parting with him.
Luo Binghe resolutely plans on this, so that even if Shizun had said that Binghe would have to go away due to his demonic heritage, it would never have to come to pass. It couldn’t come to pass. He wouldn’t leave. No one could make him leave.
Another night, Luo Binghe may have tumbled down a dark series of thoughts. Had he been alone, he may have become wrapped in anxiety and fear. But he’s not alone. On his back, tucked safely inside, Shizun slumbers.
It’s nearly morning. Enough time has passed that Binghe can claim he needs medication.
His spine tingles and legs tremble as he clenches gently around the cock inside him, breathlessly pleased when he hears the slightest hitch in Shen Qingqiu's breath as it tickles the shell of his ear.
Experimentally he tries to move back and forth under his Shizun, to get the friction inside he wants. Shizun is heavy, solid, and though Binghe could move him if he wished Shizun would surely wake. Luo Binghe doesn't mind that exactly, but the idea of having Shizun in his sleep again like he had when he'd gotten his throat fucked… Luo Binghe wants that again.
So if he can't move outwardly, then he can move inwardly.
Luo Binghe squirms a hand under himself and presses at the odd swirling tattoo that had appeared low on his stomach. Whenever Shizun strokes it he feels faint with the amount of arousal that burns through him, his body turned into nothing but a hole for Shizun to manipulate and use for his own use. When it's scratched he feels nails prickling and dragging all over his insides in torturous pleasure, and when it's covered with an entire palm he feels as if an invisible hand inside has squeezed around him to make him tight. It's as if Shizun had reached inside himself and begun to masturbate, with Binghe just something warm to get off inside of. And Luo Binghe craves to be used like that.
But when he touches it, that fantastical, painful euphoria doesn't hit. It seems inert, nothing happening inside.
Luo Binghe pouts.
Does it only work when someone else touches it? He's never bothered trying himself and now to find out it doesn't even work at his own touch, he feels a little let down.
He twists a little until he can worm his hand back out and blindly pats around until he finds Shizun's larger, warmer hand. When he tugs it closer to fit it under his stomach, Shizun moves a bit. Luo Binghe stops, chews at his lip, and makes a decision.
Slowly, carefully, he focuses himself and lays a blanket of influence over Shizun's sleeping mind. It's thin enough that Shizun won't be startled by someone influencing his mind. Luo Binghe may be a star talent (begrudgingly told so by Meng Mo) but he is not so skilled yet to control the Xiu Ya Sword's slumber without great care.
When Shizun settles and continues to breathe slowly into his ear, Luo Binghe lays another thin blanket down over his mind. He makes it soft, makes it warm, makes it appealing so that Shizun wants to stay in those dreams. After a third layer, Shizun doesn't so much as stir when Luo Binghe drags his hand beneath their bodies.
The effect is immediate and powerful: his stomach trembles and insides clench hard, Shizun's hand fitting over the whole marking and pressed into it by their shared weight.
Luo Binghe bites the inside of his cheek to stop from whimpering at the intensity of it. He moves back and forth again, just a bit in tiny little humping motions. It's maddening and exhilarating, being unable to do anything but writhe in mindless pleasure.
As he rubs himself against Shizun's hand, he can feel as the tight convulsions of his inner walls slowly coax Shizun into hardness despite being asleep. It's a gradual process.
The heat between their bodies builds, sweat sticky on the parts of their skin that meet, the rest of it making his clothing feel stifling. Shizun's breathing becomes a little harder, rougher, his hips twitching and pressing into the hot, tight clutch of Luo Binghe's body. Everything in his lower half feels tender and sore, well used past the point where he should have stopped.
Not that he could have stopped Shizun from spanking him even if he'd wanted to, which he surely hadn't. It had been so utterly enjoyable, to the point of being almost deliriously good, even when he'd had his stones squeezed as punishment and had his orgasm pushed away.
He wants to be covered in marks. He wants to always have this ache inside him that claims his as Shizun's. He wants to always be his.
And he wants Shen Qingqiu to be his back.
Shen Qingqiu feels very good. Awareness comes back to him in very slow drags, pleasant dreams clouding his mind.
He feels well-rested, comfortable, and very warm. Even though he feels a little oddly sticky and sweaty, there’s a swelling sensation of pleasure radiating out from his core to the rest of his body. His bed feels a little strange and smells bitter, but in an attractive way, so he nuzzles his face into the silken soft bedding and grinds his hips into the pleasurable warmth.
Then that warmth squeezes and twists around him, a living, writhing thing that makes the pleasurable feeling swell and something inside him throb.
Shen Qingqiu blinks the sleep out of his eyes and drags his mind from the cloying softness of his dreams, and is abruptly reminded of his position when he rubs himself into that warmth again and is answered by a low, sultry moan underneath him.
Ah, that's right. He'd slept inside of Binghe. Then, he's still inside him now, fucking him in his sleep. One of his palms is trapped under Binghe's body, curled into the spot where the womb marking lies, every twitch of his sleeping fingers making Binghe's body stroke him off, like some fancy and expensive cocksleeve.
Had he somehow gotten his hand under Binghe when they rolled over? And then molested Binghe in their sleep?? Is he so depraved?!
He slowly pulls his hand away, Binghe boneless under him, dazedly moaning. Gently, mindful of his bruises and well-fucked hole, Shen Qingqiu raises himself on his forearms to separate their sweaty bodies. Perhaps he is depraved after all, as he doesn't quite pull his cock out yet. He's too horny and too hard to manage it.
"Binghe, are you alright?"
Binghe shivers. He turns a pleading, pathetic gaze up at him over his shoulder. In a tiny voice, he asks, "Why did Shizun stop?"
"Ah…" So he really had been molesting Binghe all night. This curse must have some side-effect on his libido. He's never been like this before! "This master thought that Binghe must be tired and sore. It's still early. Let me apply some medication and let you rest."
Noticeably, Shen Qingqiu doesn't pull out. A not inconsiderable part of him wants Binghe to –
"But Shizun, your Binghe needs treatment," Binghe nearly wails, eyes looking shiny as they do before he starts the waterworks.
– yeah. That works.
Shen Qingqiu pretends to think about it for all of five seconds, polishing his outward appearance as an upstanding and stern immortal master. He can't let Binghe think he just wants to spend all day in bed fucking him within an inch of his life. It's really just not appropriate.
Ah… But it would be nice…
Binghe's lower lip wobbles and Shen Qingqiu swoops down to kiss his brow, hushing him. "Be good, Shizun will treat you."
The position they're in is just fine, Binghe resting his head on his arms to look over his shoulder at him, waist slim and his legs pushed together. Shen Qingqiu is astride him, his palms on either side of Binghe's head, legs fallen open over his, and his cock nestled warmly inside.
It's sticky and noisy as he begins fucking in and out, paired with moaning and their breathing.
"Thanking Shizun," Binghe purrs, melting into the bed. He looks utterly content. Shen Qingqiu wants to spoil him silly.
It's a quiet but enjoyable few minutes as heat builds in a gradual wave inside him. It's not as intense as it has been other times, but that suits Shen Qingqiu just fine. Taking his time is just as good.
He still takes care to press kisses to Binghe's head, at his temple and in his hair. With every one Binghe sighs in subdued joy, pink lips curled into a smile and eyes lidded. It's intimate. It's gentle and soft. Shen Qingqiu likes it a lot, more than he'd have thought after all the previous intensity.
To just have this sensual and, dare he say it, loving moment between them – Shen Qingqiu couldn't have ever dared dream of this. A month back he wouldn't have even known this is something he'd want. He's going to miss this when it's over.
He squeezes his eyes shut and kisses Binghe's face again, forcing those thoughts out and focusing on how good it feels instead.
“Let me,” Binghe moans then, pushing kittenishly at him with one hand over his shoulder. "Shizun, please let me…"
"Let you? Let you do what?"
Binghe pouts and bats at him again. How cute.
Shen Qingqiu allows himself to be pushed and pulls himself out, his cock fully deprived of warmth for the first time in hours. It pulls free with a filthy wet sound, some milky white droplets sliding out with it. Binghe shakes, biting his lips to hold back a whimper.
Shen Qingqiu takes a moment to admire – ah, no, rather to examine with concern – the reddened and slack rim of Binghe's ass. He gently palms the bruised cheeks and pulls them apart, watching avidly as Binghe tries to squeeze his hole shut, and fails.
It's been held open around him for an entire night after being fucked once right before sleep, and then fucked again the moment of waking. Isn't it natural that it can't seem to close? Isn't it normal for it to be this puffy and red and abused? It pairs very nicely with the blues and reds of the bruises from the spanking, and the pearls of come draining out with Shen Qingqiu's cock gone only add to the lewd beauty of it.
Mischievously, he dips his head to kiss the bruised curve of Binghe's rear, just to hear him try not to sob from the tingling pain.
"Shizun," Binghe whines, sounding bullied.
Binghe squirms away, undressing himself fully before turning over. Exposed like this, Shen Qingqiu's eyes feast on his flushed skin, large and heavy cock dripping, and womb marking all but flaring on his stomach.
"Shizun," Binghe says again, sounding a bit shy. "Won't Shizun lie back and allow this disciple to do the work for today? All this one does is receive. It isn't good to be lazy."
So in other words, Binghe wants to ride him. Shen Qingqiu is immediately and completely on board.
He rolls onto his back and shrugs some of his own clothing off, tossing the dirty robes to the side until he's down to just the innermost shirt because by then Binghe has clambered onto his lap and distracted him from pulling at the complex ties.
Though Binghe had sounded shy, Shen Qingqiu is reminded once again of his acting abilities because the boy certainly doesn't look shy as he crouches over Shen Qingqiu with a hungry look on his face. His cock hangs heavily between his legs, drooling onto Shen Qingqiu's stomach, one of his hands braced onto Shen Qingqiu's chest and the other reaching between his legs to steady Shen Qingqiu.
Lined up, Binghe sinks slowly down. His rim is soft and gives no resistance whatsoever as it takes Shen Qingqiu back in again, somehow feeling hotter and stickier than before.
Binghe shivers as he takes Shen Qingqiu in, his legs shaking and little desperate moans dripping from his mouth. His mouth is hung open and his lashes flutter, cheeks growing a deeper red. He must be accustomed at least a bit by now to being fucked by Shen Qingqiu, but doing it like this? It's new, and exhilarating for them both.
Shen Qingqiu is a lazy man when it suits him. Laying back and being able to watch the prettiest boy in the entire world without contest get off while riding his dick? Yes, that suits him very well.
Once at the root, Binghe steadies himself and rises up again, legs shaking harder. It's a little choppy, interrupted by Binghe gasping and clutching at Shen Qingqiu when his cock drags over a swollen little bump inside him. Binghe isn't quite overwhelmed to the point of collapse, but it seems close.
Trying to be quicker, Binghe forces himself up and down in quick succession, his huge and useless dick bouncing on Shen Qingqiu's stomach. It's also flushed red, leaking and twitching with every movement Binghe makes.
"It's alright if you can't manage," Shen Qingqiu says kindly. "Shizun will take care of everything."
Luo Binghe shakes his head stubbornly. "No! Binghe wants to make Shizun feel good this time!"
Cute!!
Determination rekindled, Binghe's shaking stops, his lower lip caught between his teeth as he starts bouncing on Shen Qingqiu's cock in earnest. His rhythm smooths out after a few different attempts, and soon he's riding cock as if he's a well seasoned whore.
And fuck it feels good. Shen Qingqiu feels his orgasm grow close, shocked at how hot it is watching his little lamb riding him with a face that screams that he'd rather do nothing else.
“Ah– ah– this master is ready,” Shen Qingqiu moans, rolling up to meet Binghe’s smooth motions, their hips meeting harshly together. “Good boy, good, feels very good.”
Binghe hums appreciatively, watching him closely, pink lips parted ever so slightly as he pants. He’s so very pretty like this, skin slick with sweat, heavy cock flushed and drooling, muscles defined and smooth under flawless skin as he rides Shen Qingqiu into the bed. Is it any wonder that every woman in the land will fall for him someday? This pretty, precious boy deserves all the love in the world, every last scrap of it.
The familiar by now feeling of orgasm starts to creep up on him, the tingling heat at the base of his spine curling, his balls drawing up tight to his body and throbbing as his orgasm starts in earnest. “Binghe,” he groans low in his throat, head tilting back as Binghe –
– suddenly raises himself up and off of Shen Qingqiu, crouching above his dick just enough that the head of it pops out of his entrance, the flare of it tugging free just as he starts coming. Shen Qingqiu jerks, hips rocking up and catching on the sloppy, sticky rim of his pretty little disciple, but failing to enter properly. He grunts, reaching down to jerk himself off, every other thought chased out by the need to come.
Binghe stays close above him, slowly licking his lower lip as Shen Qingqiu’s cock spurts stripes of pearly white against his ass, his taint, over his pretty and swollen balls. Some of it drips down onto his own stomach, but all he can think when he gets the faculties back is what a waste.
This is meant to go inside of Binghe. He has to fuck his disciple full for his health and here he goes, ruining all this effort! Shameful and naughty and undisciplined.
As Shen Qingqiu relaxes back, his orgasm passing, he continues jerking himself, coaxing himself to stay hard even as it aches. Binghe’s lids lower, his entire expressing oozing sexual desire. “Shizun,” he purrs, sliding a hand down Shen Qingqiu’s chest and through the mess – the mess.
The mess Luo Binghe had made being so willful and wasteful.
Abruptly he sits up and throws Binghe onto his back, quickly crawling over him and pinning him down with his legs spread. With two fingers he scoops up some of the spilled seed, shoving them into Luo Binghe’s entrance and smearing them inside to get the medicine where it needs to be.
Luo Binghe shudders hard, hips jerking and thighs tensing as he reflexively responds to the harsh fingering. Mouth dropping open around a whorish moan, Luo Binghe hardly seems to know what to do with himself, twisting vainly in the sheets as Shen Qingqiu continues cleaning up the mess by shoving it artlessly inside of him.
It takes only a few brutal twists of his fingers – Luo Binghe should have been obedient if he wanted Shen Qingqiu to be kind – for his naughty disciple to come, body curling hard inwards on himself while his pinned legs can only twitch.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe whines, tears springing to his eyes when Shen Qingqiu pointedly ignores his orgasm and continues swiping up the sticky strands of come to shove into his hot little hole. “Shizun, nn, it’s n-not – not working!”
Shen Qingqiu’s mouth twists and he sends him a scolding glare. “What isn’t working?”
Luo Binghe looks quite bullied now that he’s looking at him properly. His face is red, eyes watery, cock twitching through the thick mess he’d made on his own stomach. His hair is still in an artful disarray, sticking in swirls to his cheeks and shoulders, spiralling out on the bed as if inviting someone’s hand to slide through it and pull.
“The medicine,” Luo Binghe says, whimpering pathetically again when Shen Qingqiu rubs another small scoop of come harshly into the walls of his ass. “The medicine isn’t working… Shizun didn’t come inside, so it isn’t working.”
This little brat.
"It seems Shizun may have to do it again," Binghe says 'mournfully', as if Shen Qingqiu can't see the utter self-satisfaction at the ruse he's just pulled.
Shen Qingqiu tugs his fingers out and instead wraps his hands around Binghe's thighs, pushing them back to his chest. He presses them together so he can pin them down with one hand, and kneels just in front of him so he can shove his oversensitive cock back into his ruined hole.
Binghe jerks and cries, eyes growing wet.
One hand is holding Binghe's legs back and the other is free to present Binghe with more discipline, as the boy seems unable to behave.
Shen Qingqiu slaps his ass hard as he fucks into him, shivering hotly with pleasure as Binghe wails, clawing at the sheets and trying to push back into him. “This is for being naughty and not taking your treatment properly, Binghe,” he says without any real heat in his voice, too exhilarated to be properly angry.
“Thi-i-is disciple is – so sorry, Shizunnn,” Binghe whimpers, sniffling and crying, looking at him with those pretty wide, wet eyes, and gods Shen Qingqiu adores him. He just wants to eat him up, he looks so sweet. So tender, so willing.
It’s so easy to forget this isn’t really Binghe, that it’s the curse making him this way. Or maybe it’s that Shen Qingqiu wants to forget, to live in this convenient lie he's built for himself.
"If you're sorry, you'll take your punishment," Shen Qingqiu says, voice brooking no argument.
As if this little masochist would ever argue over being spanked!
He continues to spank him, fingers spread wide to slap as much of his ass at once as he can, the skin bouncing nicely with every hit. The marks from the previous night have darkened and turned into hand-shaped blotches of red-ringed blue. Now he adds a fresh layer of red on top, making a true mess of him.
Binghe continues howling in equal amounts pain and pleasure, “Shizun, Shizun! Ah! Ah, hah, yes, yes, Shizun! T-Thanking Shizun for punishing this lowly, disobedient disciple! Thank you – ah, mmn – thank you, thank you–!”
Every wail makes Shen Qingqiu’s stomach twist hot with arousal, and abruptly he needs to be deeper. He needs to be closer.
He stops spanking Binghe and instead grabs at his legs, fingers curling easily around his slender ankles. He shoves them back until Binghe's knees are next to his ears and he's all but folded in half, ass presented perfectly to him so that when he crouches over him he can slam his cock down to the deepest part of Binghe's loose hole.
Shen Qingqiu had always quite liked seeing this position in sex, had always wondered what it would feel like to recreate it while knowing he probably never would. But here he is now with a willing, pretty, slender boy dying to be bred.
From tender, loving sex to fucking Binghe as brutally and hard as he can because he needs to.
Ah, he’s really lost it now hasn’t he?
At the feeling of Shen Qingqiu’s cock sliding into the deepest part of his guts, pressing into the most untouched part of him, Binghe’s jaw drops open, his eyes wide. Shocked, would be a good word for the expression on his face.
His cock spurts hard again as Shen Qingqiu slams home, ropes of come even shooting up to his chin and splashing over the curve of his jaw. In his hands, Binghe’s legs spasm, and he holds them down in place without budging an inch.
“There, now we can be sure the ‘medication’ will be imparted right where it should be,” Shen Qingqiu says, excusing their sudden change in position. He grinds his hips in a filthy circle, balls rubbing against the bruised, hot skin of Binghe’s ass. “Right into the very core of you.”
“Oh,” Binghe breathes out, voice small and weak.
Shen Qingqiu holds him back and open for access, fucking into him hard enough to make the bed rock. The hanging curtains flutter lightly, the wooden frame creaking softly, and Binghe’s high-pitched moaning drifting through the early morning air.
“This is how it should be,” Shen Qingqiu says mindlessly, all of his higher brain processing power turning into goo at how insanely erotic it is watching Binghe shocked into muteness once again. By this point he knows his façade of being a pristine and stern master is nothing but dirty talk. “This is how it should be: the disciple obediently allowing his master to treat him however he pleases. This way you can’t be bad. This way you have no other choice but to be good for your master. Isn’t that right?”
Binghe’s cock throbs visibly against his stomach.
He says all this now but he knows if Binghe offered to ride him again he’d take the offer in a heartbeat. Watching his unused, virgin dick bouncing as he desperately rode Shen Qingqiu’s cock… Fuck.
Shen Qingqiu knows he must look as inelegant as he’s ever looked in this body, even compared to dropping into a dead faint from Without a Cure. Like this, crouching over his disciple, intent on fucking right into his stomach. His hair is a mess, his shirt wrinkled and unkempt, with sweat beading on his brow.
Yet, Binghe looks up at him as if he’s seeing a miracle.
Their eyes meet, and Shen Qingqiu finds himself unable to look away, no matter how embarrassment makes his insides squirm. He breathes out gasps of delirious, almost painful joy, and his hands tremble in the sheets as his cock drips messily all over his body. He hasn’t come again, not quite, and he might not after everything, but it’s proof of how good he’s feeling, how good Shen Qingqiu is forcing him to feel.
And the way Binghe looks… He looks as if he is so beyond pleasure, so beyond the limit of feeling good, that he cannot even express it in words. In his gaze there is only Shen Qingqiu.
He looks as if he’s in love.
Shen Qingqiu’s heart quivers.
“Binghe…”
Binghe’s lashes quiver as Shen Qingqiu says his name, a low whine unspooling from his open mouth, saliva dripping thickly down his chin. He looks filthy with his own come dirtying his face, all sweaty and drooling and red. Shen Qingqiu wants to ruin him more.
He braces his weight harder into pressing down Binghe’s legs, folding him up tighter and giving Shen Qingqiu an even better angle to sink inside. Binghe’s eyes roll back, his moans increasing in pitch and frequency until it’s more of a prolonged cry.
Shen Qingqiu shuts his eyes, grateful at Binghe breaking their stare, insides feeling shaken and his blood boiling so hot he feels faint. His cock aches and his balls begin to tighten for a second time that morning, and he can just picture how Binghe’s sloppy hole will look as the load he pumps into it starts to drool out.
White and thick, stark against the redness of his abused rim. Filthy, making him reek of sex even hours later.
He grits his teeth as arousal curls low in his gut, losing himself in breeding Binghe. His pace becomes ragged and uneven as his thrusts become deeper and harder, intent on finishing in the very deepest part.
When it finally hits, he squeezes Binghe’s ankles hard enough to bruise, a guttural groan ripping out of him. “Binghe, Binghe, good boy, good, so good. ”
As the pulses fade, he drags his eyes back open and is met with an unconscious Binghe.
Oh. Fuck.
Shen Qingqiu yelps and pulls out, embarrassed and fearful all and very, very horny again for some reason!! Okay, no, that’s enough. He has to stop fucking Binghe like this. They need to go back to the jerking off inside method and–
A few hours later, when Binghe emerges from his late afternoon bath all pink and clean, Shen Qingqiu immediately breaks his own word and fucks him silly on the floor.