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When Shen Jiu returns to Luo Binghe after his outing with Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan, there’s something… different. Luo Binghe can’t place it at first as he walks with Shen Jiu’s arm looped around his. They’re heading back to Shen Jiu’s room, of course – he never wants to stick around after being with the others. But this time he seems especially eager to get back and his eyes seem to be averted whenever Luo Binghe tries to get his attention.
But as soon as they enter into Shen Jiu’s room, where there’s a pleasant aroma in the air, Luo Binghe places exactly what it is that’s wrong. His eyes widen as Shen Jiu slinks off his arm and into the comfort of the room, looking at Luo Binghe expectantly – this is the part where he leaves – but the man doesn’t move to go as he draws in a deep breath.
Shen Jiu’s scent… had been that of someone else.
Luo Binghe closes the door behind him as he steps further into the room. Shen Jiu, keeping to his promise to be kind to Luo Binghe, doesn’t question it, figuring that perhaps he wants company, and gestures for the man to follow with a sigh as he makes his way out to the pavilion outside.
Luo Binghe follows him, getting increasingly close until the two of them sit side-by-side at the table on the pavilion, where he suddenly surges forward and presses his nose into the side of Shen Jiu’s neck.
“What are you doing?” Shen Jiu asks in alarm, though he doesn’t move to push Luo Binghe away.
“Shizun smells of another man,” Luo Binghe says simply as he takes in breath after breath of a smell that is completely unlike Shen Jiu.
“Don’t make such baseless accusations,” Shen Jiu retorts, rolling his eyes. Luo Binghe doesn’t relent, wrapping his arms possessively around him, his eyes glimmering red with anger more and more with every passing moment.
“This disciple has memorised Shizun’s scent,” Luo Binghe continues, his grip tightening around Shen Jiu’s waist as he pulls the man in close. “This is someone else’s smell. Which one of them does it belong to?”
“Neither of them,” Shen Jiu huffs, trying to pry Luo Binghe off him with annoyance, but within moments the beast has turned the tables entirely. Luo Binghe pushes Shen Jiu over and climbs atop him, grabbing his wrists and holding them down to the wood beneath them. Shen Jiu can only laugh at the pure rage on Luo Binghe’s face, smirking as he feels that familiar probing into his mind, allowing it to dig into his memories.
Luo Binghe’s face slowly drops as he watches from Shen Jiu’s eyes as he rides Liu Qingge. Shen Jiu delights in reliving the memory in all of its vivid glory, remembering the looks on Liu Qingge’s face, the complete and utter submission the usually brazen man had offered at just a slap or two and Shen Jiu’s demands. Luo Binghe, though angry, can’t seem to look away, not releasing his grasp on Shen Jiu’s mind until he’s done watching them both climax.
When his mind is his own again, Shen Jiu curses the beast to his heart’s content. As much as he loves to see him so tormented, he had been hoping to keep the encounter a little secret between him and Liu Qingge. Besides, this could get the two of them in all worlds of trouble, and the last thing Shen Jiu wants is to be forbidden from seeing them or worse, for either Liu Qingge or Yue Qingyuan to get hurt.
A hint of disappointment flickers in Luo Binghe’s gaze as he murmurs, “Shizun doesn’t treat this disciple like that.”
“Ha! You want me on top of you, telling you what to do, Luo Binghe?” Shen Jiu asks, struggling to free his wrists, though to no success. “I don’t doubt I could dominate you, but all you know to do is take and leave no room for anything else.”
Luo Binghe grips Shen Jiu’s wrists tighter, his eyes narrowed. “If this disciple asked, would Shizun do it?”
Shen Jiu falls silent, looking away, unwilling to answer.
With a huff Luo Binghe lowers his face to lick and nip at the side of Shen Jiu’s, sending little jolts running through his body. “Shizun’s body needs to learn who it belongs to.”
Shen Jiu curls into Luo Binghe’s touch when those hands lower from his wrists to run along the front of his robes before starting to pull them open. His fingers brush along sensitive skin pale as jade, touching the curve of his ribs and his chest, then the inwards arch of his stomach, then his bony hips. He grips one hip as he moves to grind up against Shen Jiu, his lips moving to the side of his neck where he starts to suck. Shen Jiu moans at the sensation, all too aware that it’ll leave a mark. He hates the thought of anyone seeing marks on his neck, deciding that while he can’t push Luo Binghe away he can at least stay away from everyone else until they fade. Luo Binghe makes a trail of hickeys along the side of his neck, then his lips begin to make a path along Shen Jiu’s front, sucking on his collarbone and then the flesh of his chest.
Shen Jiu writhes all the while, grabbing Luo Binghe’s hair and pulling, letting his sounds of pleasure spill from his lips. He’s long past the point of caring whether or not Luo Binghe hears them. So what if it feels good? It doesn’t mean that he chose this position that he’s in, it doesn’t mean anything at all.
Luo Binghe’s grinding doesn’t stop – it only gets harder, alongside that beastly thing attached to him. Shen Jiu feels it prodding at him more and more, unable to ignore it, until finally Luo Binghe seems to grow tired of the barriers between them and eagerly starts to undress himself, though his eyes flicker downwards as if he’s remembering something. Shen Jiu hopes that he’s thinking about the fact he undressed Liu Qingge but still refuses to undress Luo Binghe. He doesn’t want to touch the beast, not even his clothes, and the thought of revealing his skin makes him scowl.
Luo Binghe pulls off the rest of Shen Jiu’s clothes, leaving them both bare, the soft tickle of the breeze caressing their skin. Shen Jiu shivers. “This beast is going to do it outside, where his Shizun is uncomfortable and cold?”
“Shizun will warm up quickly,” Luo Binghe returns with a low hum, his fingers massaging Shen Jiu’s skin slowly. Sure enough, his every touch seems to be sending warm thrums throughout Shen Jiu’s body, warding away the chill.
“And if someone sees?” Shen Jiu retorts. “Do you want to be caught defiling your Shizun?”
“Mmh,” Luo Binghe appears to think for a moment, his eyes flickering somewhere off to the side, then they turn back to him with a renewed flame. “Everyone knows what this disciple does to Shizun. It’s no secret.”
Shen Jiu’s face goes red with anger and he wants nothing more to slap the beast, but he keeps his hands to himself. He feels as Luo Binge’s dick rubs between his thighs. Shen Jiu can feel that between his legs he’s wet, and every now and then Luo Binghe’s grinding brings him pressing right up against that wetness, pushing up against his clit in short but pleasurable bursts. Shen Jiu angles his hips and Luo Binghe pushes his down until he’s consistently grinding there.
“So shameless,” Shen Jiu hisses, pulling harder at Luo Binghe’s hair. Luo Binghe doesn’t seem to mind, even letting out what sounds like a very satisfied sigh. “Luo Binghe, you really are-” He stops himself short, not wanting to breach their agreement. The last thing he wants is for Yue Qingyuan or Liu Qingge to get hurt.
“Go on, Shizun. Say what you want to say. I won’t punish anyone,” Luo Binghe says sincerely, but there’s a playful hint to his tone too, a touch of intrigue, as if he’s dying to hear all the things Shen Jiu could call him.
And call him names he does. He opens his mouth and they spill from him like he’s been waiting all of his life to say them, “You vile beast, you really are sadistic. I bet you’d delight in humiliating me, wouldn’t you? You’re sick in the head, a fucking monster. You’re so disgusting. Worse than scum. A mange-ridden dog. Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting.”
“Oh Shizun,” Luo Binghe sighs, grinding harder as if… as if the insults turned him on. Shen Jiu scowls, closing his eyes, refusing to look at that sickly sweet expression Luo Binghe has on his damn face. “Is that how he truly feels about this disciple?”
“And more,” Shen Jiu spits.
Luo Binghe smiles, reaching down and grabbing his dick, rubbing it a few times. Shen Jiu watches it shine with slick more and more with each stroke – Luo Binghe must be using some sort of demonic talent to lubricate himself. He grimaces but doesn’t complain. The last thing he wants is a repeat of the time that Luo Binghe penetrated him raw.
Then, with one solid thrust, Luo Binghe pushes his way inside of Shen Jiu and to the hilt.
Shen Jiu hadn’t been expecting him to do it so brazenly. Usually he at least goes slowly, allowing Shen Jiu to adjust to the feeling of it inside of him, but this time he went all the way all at once. He can’t help but exclaim at the intrusion, “You impatient beast!”
“Shizun must forgive this disciple,” Luo Binghe says, reaching forward to run his fingers along Shen Jiu’s cheek. He flinches away from the touch but doesn’t recoil entirely, allowing them to caress his skin almost tenderly, mimicking the stroke of a lover. “But he will make it up to Shizun tenfold.”
Shen Jiu frowns deeply, the feeling of fullness inside of him surrounding his senses and dulling them, but he hangs on to his mind and refuses to let go. He swears to himself that he won’t let Luo Binghe win, not this time.
Slowly Luo Binghe starts to move with the gentle rolling of his hips. Shen Jiu holds back a sigh at the motion, all to conscious of his surroundings. It’s unusual for other people to meander into this small garden but not impossible; servants in particular have come to use it as a shortcut, if not to deliver him food or requests. Of course, Shen Jiu’s luck is atrocious though – it’s more likely that someone like Ning Yingying would choose this kind of moment to come asking if he wants to go to the market with her.
He cringes at the thought. As much as his distaste seems fuelled by the typical ‘hateful Shizun’ personality he has, he hardly wants someone to witness him being fucked on the floor by Luo Binghe. Not only would his last shred of dignity be taken from him – shockingly, he does have an ounce intact – but the word would spread like wildfire. It’d probably somehow even find its way down to the common people, and he’d never be able to show his face without being associated with the rumour. That’s the last thing he wants when he’s gotten so used to his ‘going out’ privileges.
Luo Binghe, though, doesn’t seem to care one bit. The man has probably been caught in the act multiple times with multiple wives, the notion hardly concerning at all to him. Shen Jiu can’t help but find his unbothered nature bothersome.
For a while the pace remains torturously slow, as if this is some sort of punishment, until finally Luo Binghe starts to thrust evenly. It’s neither too much nor too little, though on the slower end, and it’s enough to drag a few little noises from Shen Jiu at the sensations. Luo Binghe, using one arm to prop himself up, even reaches down between them to rub light but satisfying circles on Shen Jiu’s clit, the feeling making him spill even more sound than he’d desired at this point. Luo Binghe’s fingers are expert, knowing just how and where to touch at just the right times to make it incredibly pleasurable.
Shen Jiu wishes he had something more to claw at than just wood and robes beneath him. He misses the bedsheets and pillows that he could grab, soft under his fingers, perfect to tug at. The beast’s hair will just have to do as a substitute, but unfortunately it only seems to spur Luo Binghe on and give him pleasure. As inured as Shen Jiu has become to these sorts of things, he very rarely does anything on purpose to please Luo Binghe. But when he does the beast seems to lose himself, his mind fogging and his actions growing more desperate and less present, as if even the smallest gesture can send his mind reeling. Shen Jiu knows the significance that his touch holds over Luo Binghe, especially since they’ve committed further to being Shizun and disciple. Luo Binghe could never fully regain even a hint of the white lotus he had once been, but it seems that his desire for his Shizun’s approval is something that never truly left him, though it’d sunk down to those deep, dark pits of his heart.
Slowly but surely Luo Binghe’s pace increases. Shen Jiu is used to this happening in phases more than anything, but this time he seems to be taking care to make it a gradual change, the seamless transitions making Shen Jiu’s rising pleasure feel all the more torturous. He can’t decide whether he feels more needy for an orgasm or for these sensations to keep continuing forever, notably worked up, though he still clings to his mind, scorning himself for even considering such options. As far as he’s concerned he should solely be withstanding Luo Binghe’s actions, not enjoying them.
But Luo Binghe is drawing out every ounce of pleasure that Shen Jiu can feel, making him feel so full and good inside, sending waves of delight through his entire body that he can’t ignore, sounds of bliss slipping from his lips no matter how much he tries to control them. Shen Jiu just can’t help it. His moans grow louder, filling the air with noise. Luo Binghe is the same, releasing sounds of satisfaction. It’s a disgusting sound to Shen Jiu, but together they sound almost like music.
Eventually Shen Jiu’s pleasure starts to tip over the edge. Warm bursts tear through him every now and then, indicators that he’s close, until finally they become an onslaught, dragging loud noises from his throat. Luo Binghe fucks into him deliberately when he hears it, his hand moving with rhythm, until finally Shen Jiu starts to pull vigorously at his hair at the growing overstimulation.
But Luo Binghe isn’t done. Shen Jiu anticipates that he’s going to pull out and make him do something to fix that, but instead he simply waits for the aftershocks of the orgasm to die away before starting to thrust again. Shen Jiu squeezes his eyes shut, not having expected that, but he doesn’t protest. It makes enough sense that the beast would want to reach his peak too.
Eventually he does, spilling into Shen Jiu like he always does, groaning and pressing his chest to Shen Jiu’s. He buries his face in his Shizun’s shoulder, making a soft whimper when he’s all spent, but he doesn’t roll off or pull out.
Shen Jiu has to admit his surprise when instead the beast only continues on fucking him. Shen Jiu is even more sensitive after his orgasm and can’t help the way he writhes and grabs at the beast’s hair. “Is one not enough? You’re so greedy.”
“This disciple said tenfold,” Luo Binghe reminds him with his voice husky, looking down at Shen Jiu with eyes full of satisfaction. The sight of him is probably pitiful; he can feel the redness of his own cheeks from the warmth in his body and his eyes are shut in pleasure, his mouth open as he moans and sighs, his hair splayed out beneath him.
Shen Jiu hates every moment pressed up so tightly to the beast but he endures, taking in the pleasure and allowing it to course through him, figuring that if he’s going to be in this situation he might as well find something to focus on to get him through. At least, that’s what he tells himself – he could never admit that perhaps there is more to all of it than just resignment.
Eventually Luo Binghe allows him some relief from their position pressed close together, grabbing him by the hips, pulling out, and flipping him over. Shen Jiu quickly finds his way onto his knees, not wanting to be laid out flat on the floor, and he wonders if he should get on his hands too when suddenly Luo Binghe’s hand pushes his head down before he re-inserts himself. The position somehow makes Shen Jiu feel more full and he groans as Luo Binghe starts to move again. Shen Jiu jostles with each movement, his legs already feeling weak, but he manages to hold himself up. The last thing he wants to do is topple over and show weakness.
“I really made Shizun addicted to dick, perhaps this disciple needs to make sure Shizun never feels too neglected,” Luo Binghe says breathlessly, his hands restless, running through Shen Jiu’s messed-up hair, then along his shoulders and spine, then they move underneath him to grip at his hips, then run along his stomach, then grope at his chest. It only makes Shen Jiu’s gasps grow heavier, his hands stretching out above his head. He balls his fists into the robes underneath him as his body is played with, his stomach rolling.
“Shizun should know just how accommodating he is,” Luo Binghe breathes, “not all of my wives can fit me inside of them but Shizun takes it so easily.”
Shen Jiu’s eyes open and widen for a moment, but swiftly they close again, his retort falling short on his lips as that familiar feeling starts to wash over him all over again.
When his second orgasm rolls around, Luo Binghe ends up having to hold him up by his hips, his legs giving way completely underneath him. Overly-sensitive, he has to hold back a cry that tries to rip itself from his throat, unwilling to make such a loud sound where anyone can hear it. Luo Binghe doesn’t overstimulate him, coming to rest again for a few moments before he continues, and Shen Jiu is sure that this time will be enough.
But no. It’s never enough for Luo Binghe. The beast wants more and more and more, ever-unfulfilled, needy. Shen Jiu is rolled onto his side, Luo Binghe pressing up behind him and wrapping his arms around him, using a leg to hold Shen Jiu’s open as he continues to fuck him. Shen Jiu can feel how wet he is down there, cum oozing past Luo Binghe’s dick and trickling down his thigh. It’s obscene and disgraceful and Shen Jiu wonders if he should tell Luo Binghe to stop, though he has no doubt the beast would only ignore that too.
There’s a third, then a fourth, then a fifth, and more – Shen Jiu isn’t sure how his body can even take finishing so many times, if it can be called that anymore. His entire body ends up trembling, unable to hold itself up, but no matter what happens the beast never seems to run out of stamina. He just keeps going, keeps thrusting, keeps cumming. Shen Jiu’s thighs are drenched with it, the milky substance surely having trickled down onto the robes underneath them.
When Luo Binghe settles Shen Jiu on his lap, Shen Jiu doesn’t have the strength to ride him. He manages to stay upright for only a short while as Luo Binghe thrusts up into him until eventually he collapses over the top of him, his hands resting on Luo Binghe’s shoulders, his moans lazy and tired, but Luo Binghe doesn’t relent. Not until he finishes one last time.
Lying there, more cum dripping out of him, Shen Jiu doesn’t have it in him to gather his strength to pull away from Luo Binghe’s body. He rests his head on the beast’s chest, his body aching, his insides especially tender and sore. He doesn’t want the beast to move lest it jostle him and invoke all of those feelings. Luo Binghe’s hands rest on Shen Jiu’s back as if hugging him, stroking gentle, satisfying circles into his muscles, releasing his tension.
Shen Jiu wants to sit up, to pull himself off Luo Binghe of his own accord, but he simply doesn’t have the strength. But Luo Binghe seems to be full of it. He sits up, not pulling out, then gets to his feet, holding Shen Jiu close to his body as he walks them through to the bedroom.
“No more,” Shen Jiu says breathlessly, sweat trickling down his forehead, sure that Luo Binghe is only relocating him to have a more comfortable place to fuck.
“No more,” Luo Binghe echoes in agreement as finally he lies Shen Jiu down and pulls out. The sensation is agonising, that sore feeling accentuated tenfold as his insides try to adjust and tighten back up. Luo Binghe holds Shen Jiu’s thighs open, staring at that ruined hole, red and open and wet and dripping. He lets out a noise of satisfaction. “This disciple will clean Shizun with his mouth.”
Shen Jiu doesn’t protest as Luo Binghe leans down, starting to lick between his folds, lapping up all of the wet juices and his own cum in the process. Shen Jiu would normally reach down to grip the beast’s hair, to take some control, or squeeze his thighs together, but he doesn’t have it in him, especially not when Luo Binghe stops licking and instead starts sucking. He rips one more orgasm from Shen Jiu’s trembling body, a softer one this time despite how sensitive he is, then he laps up the aftermath of that too before crawling up to Shen Jiu’s side, resting his head on his chest.
Distant in Shen Jiu’s mind is his assurance to himself he would not lose his head, yet as he lies here now there is not even a semblance of control or presence to be mustered. There’s nothing for him to do but lie there in the aftershocks of complete and utter pleasure unlike anything he’s ever felt before.
“Is this disciple better than Liu Qingge?” Luo Binghe whispers his question, a pinch of insincere insecurity in his tone.
“Mmh,” Shen Jiu murmurs, refusing to look at the beast, wanting nothing more than to curl up and recover on his own, to burrow into his sheets and disappear for a while.
“Good,” Luo Binghe says with a devious smile before he gets back up, grabbing Shen Jiu and picking him up. Shen Jiu lets out a sound of dismay, his plan ruined. The last thing he wants to to is go somewhere else – his bed is the safest location at the moment. Luo Binghe continues with his voice horribly soft, “Now Shizun must have a bath. He’s absolutely filthy.”
“Luo Binghe,” Shen Jiu huffs, but he doesn’t have the strength to object nor to struggle free, and his thighs are sticky and covered in fluids, so he can’t exactly disagree either. Shen Jiu allows himself to be covered with a throw blanket and carried to the bathroom, where Luo Binghe tenderly scrubs him clean, asking over and over again about all the ways he compares to Liu Qingge.
And, Shen Jiu has to admit, Liu Qingge doesn’t compare at all.