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Shen Qingqiu stumbled on the path to the bamboo house, covering his mouth to hide his laughter when Luo Binghe caught him.
He was so, so drunk. They’d gone down to Shuang Hu City to shop, then paused to have a few drinks. It didn’t matter how much Luo Binghe drank; he was the protagonist demon king! But it didn’t take much for Shen Qingqiu to decide that he needed to go to the bamboo house and take home a few books from his library.
“Shh,” Shen Qingqiu said, “we have to be quiet. We’re banned, remember?”
“Shizun isn’t banned.”
“Untrue. Binghe is banned, so this master is banned also.”
Shen Qingqiu found himself swept off his feet as Luo Binghe kissed his cheek. Luo Binghe pressed more kisses to his neck as he walked, starting out innocently until Shen Qingqiu could feel his tongue and the press of his teeth.
“We’re here,” Luo Binghe said, letting Shen Qingqiu down so he could open the door.
“Now, where is my copy of Strange Monsters from a Cultivator’s Studio?” Shen Qingqiu muttered. “Wait—was it left by the bed?”
He tripped again, this time falling face-first into the bed. Luo Binghe was immediately there to help him up, except Shen Qingqiu didn’t want to be helped up. Instead, he pulled Luo Binghe down on top of him.
“Ow,” Shen Qingqiu muttered, taking out his crown and throwing the damn pin far away from him. Being underneath Luo Binghe put other things in mind than reading, and he reached up to run his fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair.
“You know what gets me hot?” Shen Qingqiu said, immediately cringing at what he’d said. It was the wine!
Even in the dark, Shen Qingqiu could see that Luo Binghe’s eyes were shining. “What, Shizun?”
Oh no, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t say it. He was drunk, but not that drunk! As he stared up at Luo Binghe, he realized that he either had to lie and come up with something boring (“Your congee makes me horny,” Shen Qingqiu could say) or tell the truth. Because… he really wanted it right now.
“This master,” Shen Qingqiu said, looking up at the repaired hole in the ceiling while he went bright red, “likes being told what you want.”
Luo Binghe grinned, then bent his head, mouth by Shen Qingqiu’s ear. “Just in bed?” he asked, his voice low. He stroked along Shen Qingqiu’s side, leaving his hand on Shen Qingqiu’s waist. “Or can it be anywhere? Like the Bai Zhan Peak practice field? Does Shizun want to know my fantasy?”
Yes, but don’t make him say it again! Luo Binghe seemed content to stay where he was, so close yet completely silent except for the soft noise of his breathing.
Shen Qingqiu finally nodded. All right, Luo Binghe—do your worst!
“I want Shizun to use my throat,” Luo Binghe said, hand tightening on Shen Qingqiu’s waist. “Shizun can treat me roughly—pull on my hair, give me too much, make me choke. Then you can finish on my face.”
Shen Qingqiu absolutely couldn’t come on the protagonist’s face or make him… choke on his dick. The thought of it, though—Shen Qingqiu tried to push Luo Binghe’s head down, but Luo Binghe pinned his wrists to the bed.
“I’m not done. Doesn’t Shizun want to hear more?”
You’ve made Shizun unbearably horny, Luo Binghe! He’s had enough! Like a fool, Shen Qingqiu nodded again.
“Afterwards, Shizun pushes me down on the bed and strips me, telling me how good I look when I serve him.” Luo Binghe took one of Shen Qingqiu’s hands and pressed it to his hardening cock. He started to sound needier, his words stumbling over each other. “You spread my legs and slowly enter me, making me beg for more. Please, Shizun.” Luo Binghe thrust into Shen Qingqiu’s hand. “I want you inside me.”
Huh? No! A little warning bell went off in Shen Qingqiu’s brain, though System was silent. There were so many reasons why Shen Qingqiu couldn’t top Luo Binghe, namely: he’d never done it before. What if he messed up? What if he couldn’t last long enough? Luo Binghe’s stamina was too much! It was going to be embarrassing, he’d hurt him…
“Please?” Luo Binghe asked, trailing kisses up Shen Qingqiu’s neck. He reached down to rub Shen Qingqiu’s cock. “Please?”
Shen Qingqiu inhaled.
“This disciple has wanted it for so long. I’d push my fingers inside myself while thinking of Shizun and how good he would make me feel.”
Shen Qingqiu tried not to be tempted by the image. Luo Binghe face-down and on his knees, naked, his pale skin exposed as he pressed in his fingers. Would Luo Binghe close his eyes? Did he gasp the first time he found the right spot? Between thinking of Luo Binghe and having the real goods on top of him, stroking his cock through his robes and breathily sharing obscenities, Shen Qingqiu was so turned on that it ached.
But wait—when had Luo Binghe even had time to shove his fingers up his ass? He was either being a demon lord or sticking to Shen Qingqiu! Had he done it while he was cooking? He’d better have washed his hands!
“Shizun?” Luo Binghe said, a worried look on his face as he withdrew his hand. “Should this disciple stop?”
“No,” Shen Qingqiu blurted out.
Brightening, Luo Binghe asked, “Is Shizun interested?”
Fuck it, he was. He was interested and he was going to fuck Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu grabbed Luo Binghe’s hand and moved it back to where it had been, thrusting into Luo Binghe’s palm in the hope that he’d get the message. Luo Binghe opened Shen Qingqiu’s robes and pulled them out of the way so he could mouth at Shen Qingqiu’s cock through his thin pants. Something in Shen Qingqiu’s brain shorted out.
“This master is willing.”
Luo Binghe smiled, then leaned back. He pulled his outer robe over his shoulders, his eyes on Shen Qingqiu all the while as he moved on to the ties of his inner robe. Was this… a strip tease? Luo Binghe slowly took off the rest of his clothes, watching for Shen Qingqiu’s reaction to every bared piece of skin. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes lingered on Luo Binghe’s throat, then his stomach, and finally, his cock.
Bending nearly low enough to kiss, Luo Binghe asked, “Does Shizun like what he sees?”
Shen Qingqiu closed the distance, pressing their lips together in a silent reply. Luo Binghe’s hands crept up Shen Qingqiu’s robes, pulling them off without breaking the kiss. As Shen Qingqiu awkwardly wriggled out of his pants, pinned as he was by Luo Binghe’s weight, Luo Binghe shifted to gently nip at Shen Qingqiu’s neck.
“This disciple will do the preparation,” Luo Binghe said, reaching into his discarded sleeve to take out the bottle of oil he always optimistically carried with him, “otherwise Shizun will make me too excited.”
Luo Binghe slicked up his fingers and supported himself on one arm, staying close enough to Shen Qingqiu that they were skin to skin, his cock against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. With a soft ‘ah,’ Luo Binghe pressed his fingers inside. Shen Qingqiu watched the muscles in Luo Binghe’s arm jump and felt the precome dripping from his cock; Luo Binghe was always easy to arouse, but right now? Shen Qingqiu wrapped his fingers around Luo Binghe and stroked, making Luo Binghe whine and bury his head against Shen Qingqiu’s neck.
“Shizun, this disciple is ready, please give it to me…”
Shen Qingqiu almost wanted to make Luo Binghe come like this, keep him waiting as he desperately begged to be fucked. But this was the protagonist, after all, practically sobbing into Shen Qingqiu’s neck. Now how were they going to do it? Luo Binghe seemed to like staying on top. Shen Qingqiu put his hands on Luo Binghe’s thighs, guiding him into position over his cock. Luo Binghe withdrew his fingers so he could spread oil over Shen Qingqiu’s cock, then began lowering himself.
“Careful—don’t go too fast,” Shen Qingqiu said, his voice shaky. Luo Binghe was tighter than he’d expected, and Shen Qingqiu was even more afraid of hurting him at the same time that he wanted to thrust up into the heat.
“But Shizun feels so good inside me.”
“No, you really shouldn’t—” Shen Qingqiu gritted out, banging his head back against the pillow so he wouldn’t come before Luo Binghe had even gotten him all the way in yet. He bit down on his lip as Luo Binghe brought them fully together. “Don’t move.”
Luo Binghe nodded. Shen Qingqiu took a few moments to compose himself. Okay, so his dick was inside Luo Binghe. That was fine. It was fine! He wasn’t going to come five seconds in. Maybe he could go for an incense time if Luo Binghe was completely silent and didn’t toss his head or move or just, be himself at all. Fuck!
Shen Qingqiu tentatively thrust upwards, making Luo Binghe gasp. He stayed obediently still when Shen Qingqiu thrust again, even though he was breathing hard. Hands on Luo Binghe’s hips, Shen Qingqiu held Luo Binghe the way he wanted, slowly fucking into him. Luo Binghe whimpered, putting his hands over Shen Qingqiu’s. Every time Shen Qingqiu moved, Luo Binghe gripped his hands, his lip trembling as he restrained himself. Luo Binghe’s struggles were starting to turn Shen Qingqiu on a little, and it wasn’t like he needed any help in that direction.
“Can Shizun go on top?” Luo Binghe asked, eyes hopeful.
Shen Qingqiu sensed a trap. “Why should Shizun go on top?”
“So your come will stay inside me.”
It wasn’t—no one was supposed to say that! Shen Qingqiu lifted Luo Binghe off of him, holding back a disappointed noise as he slipped out. Then he pushed Luo Binghe down on his back, earning a delighted look. Luo Binghe embraced Shen Qingqiu, pulling him down for a kiss as he wrapped his legs around Shen Qingqiu’s waist. The kiss was sloppy, distracted, as Shen Qingqiu shoved himself back in. Luo Binghe shivered, gasping into Shen Qingqiu’s mouth.
Shen Qingqiu thrust in hard, making Luo Binghe moan. The way Luo Binghe sounded while being fucked made Shen Qingqiu give up on lasting. He had to have more, as he watched Luo Binghe’s eyes go wide, his lips parted. Shen Qingqiu leaned back, pushing Luo Binghe’s legs farther up so he could get the angle right to pound into him. Luo Binghe started sobbing out “Shizun” over and over again, and Shen Qingqiu braced himself for the embarrassment of coming just when he was starting to—
Luo Binghe called out “Shizun” one last time before going still, tightening around Shen Qingqiu as he finished over his chest and stomach.
What the fuck! Luo Binghe had come first??? Where was the protagonist’s stamina?
System blared in his ear. [Congratulations! You’ve unlocked the secret reverse mode! In this mode, the protagonist experiences -500 points to endurance and stallion status!]
“Fuck,” Shen Qingqiu groaned, unable to hold himself back any longer. He shuddered and came, too blissed out to care that he was swearing. “Fuck,” he repeated, as Luo Binghe pulled him closer, as if he were trying to somehow take more than Shen Qingqiu was giving him.
Shen Qingqiu collapsed on top of Luo Binghe, wrapping his arms around him before he remembered—too late!—that Luo Binghe was covered in come. Whatever. He felt tired and relieved that reverse mode hadn’t left him embarrassed to death. Luo Binghe started kissing Shen Qingqiu’s face and running his fingers in his hair. Shen Qingqiu let himself enjoy it until he finally couldn’t ignore the mess he was cuddling up to. He rolled over to use part of the blanket to clean himself, then did the same to Luo Binghe.
“Shizun said fuck.”
Shen Qingqiu’s face was utterly lost. “Pretend you never heard it.”
“Did this disciple feel that good?” Luo Binghe asked, snuggling against Shen Qingqiu’s side.
Groping for his fan, Shen Qingqiu made a noncommittal hum as he flicked it open. Prop in hand, Shen Qingqiu was better prepared.
“Yes, Binghe.”
He’d felt fucking amazing.