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Shen Yuan wouldn't claim he's the biggest fan of Proud Immortal Demon Way, but whenever there's an announcement for new merchandise of the webnovel, particularly featuring its protagonist Luo Binghe, you can most definitely bet that Shen Yuan will be one of the first people to be pre-ordering them.

It's been a long and arduous wait for this particular figure to release, and even longer for it to ship out. When Shen Yuan received the tracking email, he could barely get through an hour every day without checking the link provided obsessively, praying and hoping that his figure wouldn't be lost along the way or trapped in customs.

But now that it has arrived safely in his home, Shen Yuan's mind is peaceful and free of worries again.

The package is heavy and had to be wheeled in by the delivery guy, so Shen Yuan decides it's better for his back to unbox the whole thing on the floor rather than his desk. He makes quick work of opening up the package, though when he reaches the actual box itself, he pauses long enough to admire it..

Named Temptation Before the Emperor, the 1/6 scale figure of Luo Binghe features the protagonist himself lounging on his massive throne. Shen Yuan owns every figure of Luo Binghe to date, but as he takes this particular one out from the box he knows this is the most exquisite figure ever made.

Even though the price had been eye-watering (though it was nothing Shen Yuan couldn't afford), every yuan spent on this was absolutely worth it. The sculpt and paint job is amazing, the level of detail on his robes, his hair and especially his body is immaculate, and Luo Binghe's face is easily the handsomest one he's seen on a figure.

Shen Yuan could stare at his face forever. Except he should put the whole thing together to better appreciate it.

Apart from a few accessories, the figure comes with several swappable parts. Although he isn't someone who reads the instruction manual, he refers to it as he assembles the figure to get the best results. Once finished, he takes a moment to admire the finished product.

His eyes and demon mark glowing red, Luo Binghe smirks at the viewer with cool arrogance from his throne. His black robes are open and aflutter, revealing his powerful and toned body and ... his erect cock.

Listen, Shen Yuan isn't a homosexual — or a pervert, for that matter — but it'd be criminal not to display Luo Binghe and his Heavenly Pillar in all his full glory!

Aside from the protagonist's demon lineage, his super OP sword, his penis is the most important part of him! Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky wouldn't have described with such explicit detail in literally every papapa scene if it wasn't!

As the #1 PIDW canon purist, Shen Yuan is only doing his duty by displaying Luo Binghe's 1/6 scale figure in its canonically accurate form.

Smack dab on his desk for maximum visibility at all times, his brand-new figure looks amazing in its brand-new home. A sense of elated achievement fills Shen Yuan as he admires the new addition to his extensive collection. He snaps a few, a hundred, photos of the figure from various angles and distances and selfies until his phone complains about the lack of storage for any more.

Then, he flops onto his bed and goes through his camera roll to select the best pictures to post on his webnovel account.

peerlesscucumber: after an eternity of waiting, XXX studio's [18+] PIDW luo binghe 1/6 figure finally arrived! i censored the heavenly pillar, as per forum rules, but he is the best figure i've owned so far! please click below for more in-depth review of the figure.

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xyj520lbg: WTF??? I DIDNT KNOW THEY HAD THIS FIGURE AAAAAAA im new to this fandom but i'd get this if i could T^T

peerlesscucumber: [replying to xyj520lbg] it went on pre-orders some time ago. i see the studio still has some stock here so if you were interested in ordering, i think you still have a shot at getting one.

1800_LBG_BBYGIRL: i was still on the fence about buying this figure but after reading cucumber-ge's review, i think i'll get it now! aaaa my poor wallet-kun is going to hate me but thats ok!!

peerlesscucumber: [replying to 1800_LBG_BBYGIRL] i strongly advise you to spend within your means.

1800_LBG_BBYGIRL: [replying to peerlesscucumber]: cucumber-ge is such a kind guy for reminding me that

Swords_R_Cool: thanks for sharing! i see you also have an extensive collection of bing-ge merch on your shelves in the background! putting you on my to-rob list (＝⌒▽⌒＝)

peerlesscucmber: [replying to Swords_R_Cool] thanks for commenting! i will be reporting your account.

b1ngh3cumr4gs: cucumber-ge, can you PM me the uncensored version PLSSS asking for a friend (^◇^；)

peerlesscucumber: [replying to b1ngh3cumr4gs] 1) that username is gross, 2) no need to lie about that friend when it's really you who wants the picture, 3) nice try. it's against the forum's rules to post explicit images containing nudity, even in PMs.

xx_greenJJmeimei_xx: uwaaa bing-ge is so gorgeous! after following cucumber-ge for some time and seeing your forum posts, i can't help wondering if cucumber-ge is a self-shipper? cucumber-ge seems to like bing-ge very much, more so than us green JJ sisters. please don't get me wrong! i read all of your female OC fanfiction you posted, but i cant help wondering if your OC was inspired by cucumber-ge himself.

peerlesscucumber: [replying to xx_greenJJmeimei_xx] well to put things very shortly + im too lazy to type it out on my phone, i think he's neat. you've already seen my posts of him so there's no point explaining the reasons why i like him. HOWEVER, that doesnt mean i ship him with myself. we are both straight men, and so there's no way i'd indulge in any sort of delusions that bing-ge is interested in me in that sort of way.

i also would NEVER imagine myself as a woman. im not that crazy hmph!!!

the reason why i created my female OC was because 1) every fanfiction i found SUCKED, and 2) i think luo binghe deserves a woman who actually cares about him as a person, not some self-insert who sees him as a personal dildo.

shahualingwaifu: [replying to xx_greenJJmeimei_xx] tbh all those fics are actually about him but as a girl, he's lying to no one here

stair_sweeper6969: [replying to shahualingwaifu] ive always thought that! glad to know im not the only one!

yueqisbigcawk: [replying to shahualingwaifu] my hot take is that cucumber-ge is actually a meimei pretending to be a ge here. she's probably pretending to be this big scary gege when she's really a tsundere irl

shahualingwaifu: [replying to yueqisbigcawk] ACTUALLY, you might be cooking

stair_sweeper6969: [replying to yueqisbigcawk] i see the vision but im afraid thats not my thing, sorry!

peerlesscucumber: [replying to yueqisbigcawk] please consider checking yourself in to the nearest mental facility

BIGSTRONGALPHA: [replying to peerlesscucumber] wow not you dragging on other female OC writers like that?? it's not like your fics are great anyway.

peerlesscucumber: [replying to BIGSTRONGALPHA]: or maybe your brain is too small to enjoy good literature!!

peerlesscucumber: [replying to shahualingwaifu and stair_sweeper6969]: i am reporting your accounts. you are spreading misinformation about me when i have clearly stated multiple times across everywhere that i am a straight man

LQG_left_asscheek: [replying to peerlesscucumber] omg calm down, @shahualingwaifu and @stair_sweeper6969 are probs just joking. it's not that serious lol

sleepywillows: [replying to LQG_left_asscheek] maybe cucumber-ge just needs to discover the wonders of taking it up the ass, that'll probably calm him down!

peerlesscucumber: wtf is wrong with you people?? you are all sick and disgusting freaks

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For the past two weeks, Luo Binghe has been seeing strange visions. It was unusual for someone like him to experience this, considering that he was the strongest being in all Three Realms, though rare cases do happen from time to time.

There must be someone — or something — projecting the visions to his head, though Luo Binghe is less interested in that matter compared to the content of these visions.

They're always about a pretty, delicate young man Luo Binghe has never met. And for whatever reason, that man is always touching himself.

Sometimes, Luo Binghe would watch him fondling his little cock, whimpering when he was close. Other times, he'd find this man rutting against the sheets or a pillow between his legs like a pathetic mutt. Once, Luo Binghe had caught the man with his fingers up his hole, pretty features scrunched up in concentration before falling slack, letting out a lovely cry when he found the spot he was searching for.

Frankly, Luo Binghe could dispel the vision and block its caster easily. It's hardly any effort for someone as powerful as himself. But every time those visions came and left, the thought to get rid of them recedes from his mind.

Although Luo Binghe prefers women, he found watching that man touch himself somewhat erotic.

The tentative manner in which the man would undress himself, a shy look gracing his face as if he was aware of Luo Binghe's rapt gaze on him. The slight tinge of pink on his cheeks as he felt himself, trying to work up the momentum. The little whimpers, breathy and tantalizing noises that had Luo Binghe's own breathing grow unsteady at the sound of them.

But what Luo Binghe finds himself most entranced of all is the sound of his own name on that man's lips.

It's the way that man cries for him: sweet, despreate and practically begging to be fucked senseless.

"Binghe, ah, Binghe!"

Lua Binghe has heard that man's lovely voice so many times that it's practically etched into his memory. Even thinking about it brings a heady rush of arousal coursing through his body, erasing every thought away and leaving only the burning desire for this man.

If this was the man's way of seducing Luo Binghe, then consider Luo Binghe thoroughly seduced.

However, the man's masturbation habits aren't the only things Luo Binghe gets to watch.

Recently, Luo Binghe noticed he had developed the ability to observe snippets of the man's day-to-day life.

What he does at his desk; how his eyes were always glued to that strange, glowing rectangle while his fingers tapped frantically away at a thick, clacky board; the little expressions he'd make when he was reading something on that rectangle which Luo Binghe found endearing; how he'd pause every so often to glance in Luo Binghe's way, blush and look away.

Although Luo Binghe had better things to do with his time, it's during these little moments when his budding fondness towards this stranger grows.

Luo Binghe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Slowly, the darkness behind his eyelids melts away, revealing the familiar sight of that man at his desk again.

A smile curls at the corner of Luo Binghe's lips.

The man is staring at that bright, rectangular screen again. He has a little black stuffed dog sitting on his lap, his fingers absentmindedly stroking its head as his eyes follow the text printed onscreen.

Luo Binghe tries to see what he's reading, squinting, but as always, the script is strange and unfamiliar. It must be a story of sorts, though the content of it remains a mystery. He briefly entertains the idea of copying a portion of it and handing it over to one of his scholarly wives who are experts at deciphering when he hears a voice.

It's vaguely familiar but isn't immediately recognizable.

'A large hand skims over your bare skin, its feather-light touch leaving goosebumps in its wake and sending pleasant shivers down your spine. You suppress the whimper rising in your throat, but Luo Binghe catches the subtle hitch in your breathing.

Luo Binghe's eyebrows arch upwards at the mention of his name.

From the corner of your eye, you catch him smirking. "Oh, is this a sensitive area for you?" he croons. —

Luo Binghe's eyebrows pinch together at the voice pitched deeper.

'He touches you there again, a little more forcefully this time. A sudden pleasure shoots through you —

The man makes a noise — a whimper — and clings to his little black dog tighter. The tips of his ears turn bright red.

Ah, Luo Binghe thinks, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, so it's you narrating.

The voice continues:

You squirm in his lap but the hand on your waist holds you in place. A low chuckle tickles your ear, the deep timbre of his voice making your breath catch. You turn your face away, squeezing your eyes shut as if to will this moment away like it was simply a dream, but you can feel him when —

Luo Binghe watches as he gets up from his chair, disappearing from Luo Binghe's field of vision.

Rummaging noises follow before the man returns. The little dog in his arms is gone but he's holding a bottle with some clear substance inside it.

Luo Binghe immediately recognizes what it's for. He chuckles; he wouldn't have minded watching this man stare at the screen and cuddle his toy for the rest of the day, although he's not complaining. He leans back in his chair with an idle smile on his face.

The man puts the bottle on the desk and reaches for the waistband of his pants. But before he tugs them down, he glances Luo Binghe's way and pauses. A blush creeps up his cheeks. He averts his eyes quickly, as though aware of Luo Binghe's amused gaze, then slowly tugs his pants down.

Luo Binghe sucks in a breath as he catches a glimpse of soft, round cheeks —

"... awaiting your final decision, my Lord Husband."

The new voice yanks Luo Binghe violently out of the vision.

Briefly disoriented by the sudden change, Luo Binghe blinks a few times with a frown, no longer seeing the man before him. Instead, his present surroundings are his office, with Liu Mingyan standing to attention before him across his desk.

She must have finished reporting back on the meeting from earlier this afternoon, now awaiting for Luo Binghe's response.

Although he does not make any indication of it, they've known each other for long enough that Liu Mingyan catches onto the fact that he hadn't been listening to her the whole time.

"Lord Husband," she begins, her voice as crisp as mountain air, "it seems that you have been quite distracted recently."

The corners of Luo Binghe's mouth twitch upwards. "Apologies, Mingyan," he says airily. "This Lord has been receiving visions as of late. I just had one as you were speaking."

Liu Mingyan frowns. "That's unusual," she remarks. "I thought Lord Husband's mental wards are impenetrable."

Leisurely, Luo Binghe rises from his desk and makes his way towards the window nearby. The weight of Liu Mingyan's gaze follows him as he leans against the wall and peers outside.

The day is growing late. The clouds are streaked in lovely hues of pink, lilac and orange where the sun makes its way towards the horizon. A gentle yet refreshing breeze wafts by, stirring the otherwise stuffy atmosphere of Luo Binghe's office.

"I suppose nothing is infallible, including this Lord's defenses," he says, turning around to face Liu Mingyan. He smiles at the frown on her face. Because he's in a good mood now, he decides to let her in on it. "Those visions are always about a man I have never met before."

"Is he a threat?"

"A threat to my focus on daily tasks, it seems," says Luo Binghe, his tone light with amusement. "I assure Mingyan he's harmless. I doubt he's aware these visions are happening though." He tells her about the visions, about what that man does in them.

At first, the look she gives him borders on hesitation and uncertainty on how to react.

Luo Binghe can only imagine how this all sounded to her.

Even though the Emperor has a reputation for wedding and bedding almost every woman he meets, it is rather disrespectful to be projecting such lewd imagery to the Emperor, whether intentional or not. The fact that the person featured in these visions is the same sex as the Emperor himself is another discussion altogether.

However, the way Luo Binghe speaks about this man — amused, perhaps even fond — is what puzzles Liu Mingyan.

Luo Binghe decides to clarify himself: "This Lord does not mind, though. And I quite like the way he sounds when he touches himself."

As realization dawns on Liu Mingyan, her eyebrows slowly arch upwards. "Oh?"

"I intend to meet him," he declares. "Perhaps in a few days' time, or tomorrow evening if we can expedite whatever outstanding tasks we have at hand."

Luo Binghe can almost feel her curiosity permeating the air. He smirks. Having known Liu Mingyan for a very long time, he is well aware of her hobbies and interests. He's seen the novels in her personal chambers as well as the manuscripts left on her desk, hidden under other paperwork. He also knows about the monthly meetings she'd hold with his other wives to review literature of that manner.

"I thought Lord Husband had no interest in men." A neutral statement, not wrong though not correct either.

"Well, not that this Lord has met any that have particularly interested me," Luo Binghe hums. "But this one though ... he's interesting," he says.

Liu Mingyan stares at him. Even though the lower half of her face is obscured by a veil, her eyes are gleaming. It's rather amusing; hardly do his romantic pursuits, or intention to pursue someone, garner such keen interest. "Perhaps this time Lord Husband will give us a didi to dote on," she murmurs.

Luo Binghe laughs. "This Lord is certain Mingyan and the others would like that for a change."

Sometimes, Shen Yuan gets the feeling he's being watched, though that's probably the effect of the latest addition to his Luo Binghe figure collection sitting on his desk. It's the first thing he sees when enters his room and the last thing he sees when he goes to bed at night, but there's a good reason why XXX Studio's Temptation Before the Throne is in such a prominent spot!

Shen Yuan doesn't have any more space on his shelves at the moment, plus the specific model he wants is currently out of stock. It made sense to put the figure on his desk, even if it's a temporary measure, but it's arguably the best spot in his room .

After all, as Shen Yuan's current favorite figure, it must be placed in an area of highest prominence and visibility!

Moreover, Luo Binghe gets to watch Shen Yuan argue with brainless idiots on the forum in defense of his honor. Practically front row seats to the greatest battles Shen Yuan could ever fight. How could there ever be any complaints?

Having returned from the bathroom, Shen Yuan passes by the figure on the way to the wardrobe, wearing nothing but a towel, his hair still slightly damp from the shower.

The first few days he had the figure, he had been shy about changing his clothes in his room. It felt like he was giving Luo Binghe a free show, though not one Luo Binghe might appreciate anyway since he's canonically straight.

Afterwards, Shen Yuan realized how insane his reasoning sounded — Wait, why do I care if Luo Binghe sees my butt? He's just a hunk of plastic! — so now he likes to think he has more or less gotten over it.

Still, he can't help glancing over his shoulder as his towel drops to the floor.

For whatever reason, something about that smirk on the figure's face, the way he lounged on his throne with his erect penis in view, still gives Shen Yuan the impression that Luo Binghe's enjoying the sight.

Crazy thoughts begone! Shen Yuan shakes his head and grabs a clean pair of underwear.

He gets dressed in his pajamas and hurries over to his desk. While waiting for his computer to turn on, he stares at the figure idly. A mild frown pinches his eyebrows slightly together when he notices a few specks of dust on top of Luo Binghe's head.

Sigh. As much as he likes having Luo Binghe on his desk, it sucks that he can't put him in an acrylic case because he's too big for one. Until Shen Yuan gets his preferred shelf model, he'll have to put up with this problem for the meantime.

The computer screen flashes to the login screen as Shen Yuan gives the figure a good dusting with his anti-static brush.

Ah, I hope this isn't ticklish for him, he thinks as his brush sweeps over Luo Binghe's chiseled abs. When he nears Luo Binghe's Heavenly Pillar, he mumbles an apology before quickly, and lightly, brushing it.

Luo Binghe's expression doesn't change — not that Shen Yuan expects it to! He'd freak out if it did — still smirking as if he liked having his dick tickled like that.

Shen Yuan smacks his forehead lightly with the brush.

Agh, I'm doing it again.

Ugh, if he keeps having these crazy thoughts, he may end up treating Luo Binghe as if he's real, and then he'll be no different to those crazy fans who marry cardboard cutouts of their favorite characters!

(On that note though, he does have a life-sized cardboard cutout of Luo Binghe in his living room that sometimes gives him a scare when he gets up to go to the bathroom at night.)

Shen Yuan's nightly routine is the same: read the latest chapter of Proud Immortal Demon Way (if it’s up), write a scathing review of it on the forums then go through his forum notifications while expressing his annoyance towards idiots to the Luo Binghe figure, before wrapping the night up by reading some fanfiction or looking at Luo Binghe fanart.

Everything is as usual tonight. Another disappointing chapter that leaves him with more questions than answers about a new artifact Airplane introduced as a plot device. Shen Yuan writing a venomous response post to a viral post that's spreading misinformation about the recent arc that's sure to get OP deactivating out of shame for being wrong. More idiotic people flaming his notifications because Shen Yuan debunked their stupid OOC fanons that were being touted as 'canon'.

The unexpected event of tonight is that one of the fic authors he followed posted a new work, and one that he didn't expect her to write.

Male Y/N (Shou) x Luo Binghe (Gong)? Shen Yuan takes his glasses off, gives the lens a good and thorough clean with his sleeve, and reads the notification again.

WTF, this author is actually a green JJ sister?

Shen Yuan was so certain she wasn't like those fetishizing losers who got excited by the notion of two hot guys 'swordfighting'.

Agh, what a disappointment! Especially when there's been a couple of authors he used to follow who went to the dark side.

The screen flickers to the author's page, cursor moving across the screen to the 'Unsuscribe' button. Shen Yuan's finger hovers over the mouse button but then ...

He hesitates.

The screen flickers back to the page of the author's new fanfiction.

Shen Yuan begins reading.

Despite his annoyance at his favorite fic author turning to the dark side, he can't deny she still got everything else right. Luo Binghe remains perfectly in character through it all, oozing charisma and sensuality, that he sweeps Y/N off his feet in no time. The smut is well-written and, Shen Yuan admits, kinda hot, despite it being Luo Binghe engaging in homosexual sex.

When he reaches the end of it, he sighs and shake his head. It was good, he acknowledges, so good that there were times where it felt like the AC wasn't switched on. Alas, no matter how well-written the fic was, the fact remained that it was against his principles.

So with a heavy heart, he unsubscribes and blocks the author. Goodbye!

Luo Binghe would never fuck a guy, even if he thought he was attractive.

At bedtime, Shen Yuan tries to read a few other female Y/N fics to clean his eyes and brain. Despite being so badly written that Shen Yuan can hardly contain his rage within the first few paragraphs of each of those fics, they barely do anything to silence the thoughts jostling in his head.

Specifically the thoughts about that male Y/N x Luo Binghe fic.

Oh, why was Luo Binghe's characterization so good in that fic that his attraction towards the male Y/N felt so real? Like something that could actually happen in canon. Why did Shen Yuan catch himself blushing so many times? And why did his heart race and stutter at the scenes where Luo Binghe seduced Y/N, where he had his way with Y/N until Y/N was tearfully begging him to slow down, where he told Y/N how pretty he looked pinned underneath him?

Why, why, why —

Letting out a whine, Shen Yuan turns onto his side and buries his face in the Luo Binghe body pillow next to him.

To be honest, this isn't the first time he's unable to sleep because a fic had left him turned on. Come to think of it, he's been reading a couple of gay Luo Binghe fics and all of them had left him hot and bothered and tossing around in his bed until he can't resist anymore.

(Shen Yuan would like to clarify that he wasn't reading those fics willingly, of course! A straight man like him would never eat food that's not meant for him. It's just the first few times it happened, it was because he clicked the notification from his favorite fic authors too quickly in his excitement to read whatever new stories they had posted. Well, at least he can now say that he learned his lesson to read the notification twice before clicking ...)

Eyes squeezed shut, Shen Yuan wills himself not to think and tries to go to sleep.

Naturally, his brain does the complete opposite. Instead of shutting down to rest, all it does is cycle through thoughts of that fic until a Problem develops downstairs.

Another noise of frustration leaves Shen Yuan.

Maybe it's because he's been getting off nearly every night at this time that his body is kicking up a fuss for not following his new routine.

Or maybe his dick is broken.

Either way, Shen Yuan finds himself naked moments later, straddling his Luo Binghe pillow. It's flipped on the side where Luo Binghe's robes are wide open to expose his muscular chest and toned abs, his pants slung low on his hips though it does little to obscure the outline of his hardness. It doesn't really help that Luo Binghe is smirking up at Shen Yuan either, looking a little too pleased about their positions. Even their erections are lined up, Shen Yuan's flushed cock leaving a tiny wet patch on Luo Binghe's clothed one.

Blood roars in Shen Yuan's ears as he looks away, embarrassed.

Never in his life did he foresee himself stooping low enough to fuck his own pillow. Even fingering himself the other night seemed fairly normal in comparison to humping a pillow.

However, a man has needs and Shen Yuan knows better than to ignore them!

(Though maybe he'll download a few dating apps later ...)

Blushing, Shen Yuan lays down on the pillow, wrapping his arms around it. It takes a bit of adjusting his position, shifting his weight on his knees, hips raised and back slightly arched, until he finds a sweet spot between comfort and satisfaction with the way the pillow nestles around his cock.

Then, he begins rocking his hips.

The first few movements are awkward and clumsy rutting into the pillow, but he quickly figures what he likes. The friction rubbing between his cock and the soft fabric of the pillow underneath him feels good, fanning the heat simmering low in his belly. His breath hitches in his throat, occasionally turning into little whimpers.

Face pressed into the pillow, he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on the pleasant tingles racing up his spine.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" A low, masculine voice purrs in Shen Yuan's ear. "Does A-Yuan like it when we're touching like this?"

A pair of big, strong hands wrap around Shen Yuan's waist as powerful muscles ripple underneath his body. The movement causes their lower halves to slot closer together, the increased contact making Shen Yuan gasp. He squirms but the hands on his waist keep him place.

"M-my Lord," he squeaks, blushing, "You didn't need to —"

"Oh, but I do." Luo Binghe nuzzles into his bare shoulder, his soft lips brushing pale skin. The hands on Shen Yuan's waist tightens briefly. "It would not be right to let A-Yuan do all the work now, would it?"

Without waiting for Shen Yuan's response, Luo Binghe's hips slowly roll upwards. The entire length of his massive cock slides along Shen Yuan's own. "A-Yuan should let this Lord pamper him."

A pathetic noise slips from Shen Yuan. "That won't be necessary. I-I can manage," he says, trying to sound assertive but his voice quavers at the end. He blames it on Luo Binghe distracting him.

Luo Binghe chuckles. He slides a hand down from the small of Shen Yuan's back, over the curve of his ass before coming to a stop. Then, he squeezes.

Shen Yuan's breath stutters.

"A-Yuan need not be so willful around this Lord," Luo Binghe whispers. "This Lord is more than capable of taking care of A-Yuan's every need." He kneads Shen Yuan's ass, slow and deliberate, as if enjoying the way the soft, fleshy mound feels in his hand. Each squeeze brings the tips of his fingers closer and closer to the rim of the little hole tucked between Shen Yuan's asscheeks.

The implication is clear.

"Let me to take care of A-Yuan."

It's hard to say no when Luo Binghe whispers in his ear like this, his deep and silky voice promising Shen Yuan pure, sinful ecstasy. That, and the sensation their bodies are grinding against each other, creating the delicious friction between them, Shen Yuan's resolve is close to crumbling.

Honestly, why is he resisting? What's the point, really? It'd be so much easier for Shen Yuan to give up, to let Luo Binghe have his way with him until he can't take it anymore. It'd feel so good too, even better than what Shen Yuan was allowing himself right now.

Why sabotage himself? Why deny himself heaven?

"Let me feel A-Yuan here. Let me make you feel good."

Though muffled, the desperation in Shen Yuan's whine rings clear. "Binghe ..."

A familiar pressure builds up in his abdomen, urging his hips to move to a frantic rhythm. His toes curl and his fingers twist into the sheets. Whimpering, he ruts into the pillow as images of what Luo Binghe touching him flashes in his mind, his body consumed by the consumed by the overwhelming need for more, more, more, to keep going until —

"A-ah!"

The force of Shen Yuan's climax crashes onto him, wiping him under the roiling waves of ecstasy. He cries out, body shuddering through the aftershocks as hot liquid spills from his cock.

He doesn't know how long he lays there panting, tingling pleasantly all over. By the time the high fades away, he slowly becomes aware of the wet and sticky mess between his tummy and the pillow.

It's kind of gross, he thinks detachedly, but his limbs are too heavy to lift and it's nice laying here.

Shen Yuan sighs. Honestly, he's had a long day. This can be a tomorrow Shen Yuan problem. And besides, the pillow is so comfy too, so soft and fluffy against his front.

He could fall asleep like this.

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Shen Yuan doesn't know how long he's out for, but he wakes with a sudden jolt. The hairs on his back are standing on end; he shivers slightly.

Without turning around, he reaches behind him and fumbles clumsily around. It takes several attempts too many that he ends up flipping around and —

Finds a tall, long-haired person cloaked in black looming over him.

Shen Yuan does what any reasonable man would do in this situation: scream.

Or, he would have if his mouth wasn't covered.

"Shh."

Shen Yuan flinches and looks up.

Long black hair cascading loose in perfect waves, devastatingly handsome features, a pair of glowing red eyes that matched the color of the mark inscribed on his forehead, and that arrogant smirk ...

Shen Yuan could recognize him anywhere.

Powerful beyond logic and reason; conqueror of the Three Realms; wielder of the legendary demonic sword Xin Mo; the stallion protagonist who gets all the women; the epitome of male power fantasy ...

The man before Shen Yuan is none other than The Stallion Protagonist, Luo Binghe.

It took Luo Binghe longer than he liked to find the man from his visions. His sword Xin Mo granted him the ability to teleport, but the power to travel through worlds is a tricky one to wield. It was a long process of trial and error; despite his best efforts to recall every single detail to aid Xin Mo in locating his destination, he still showed up in the wrong places.

But that doesn't matter.

Luo Binghe found him in the end anyway.

Now that they've met, Luo Binghe is struck by the differences in the man's appearance between vision and in real life. The man is smaller than Luo Binghe initially thought. He also looks very young, though that could be due to his fine-boned and delicate features or his wide-eyed look of awe. He's also so, so much prettier, especially with the lovely rosy tint to his cheeks.

Luo Binghe gives himself a moment to readjust his self-restraint.

He lifts his hand, pleased that the man has more sense than to scream, and skims his fingers along the man's jawline before holding his chin gently. He hears the soft intake of breath and the corners of his mouth twitch up even more. "This Lord has been looking all over for you," he croons.

The man stares at Luo Binghe, lips parted. His eyes dart over Luo Binghe's features as his face slowly grows redder. His breathing is uneven, and Luo Binghe can feel the frantic beat of his pulse under his skin.

Cute, Luo Binghe thinks. He can't wait to ravish this man thoroughly, then bring him back to his harem to ravish him some more.

"I-is this for real?" The man finally speaks — or squeaks — as if he can't believe this is all happening.

Luo Binghe chuckles. His eyes flicker down along the man's body. Despite most of it being obscured behind a large pillow, the man appears delicate, perhaps even more so than some of Luo Binghe's daintier wives.

Luo Binghe's hand easily encircles one of the man's wrists as he reaches for it. The man stiffens, jerking back slightly but shivers as soon as Luo Binghe's fingers brush along the back of his hand. So small, Luo Binghe thinks as he examines the man's hand, stroking it, and so soft; it's like that of a pampered young master's.

Luo Binghe presses his cheek into the man's hand, a smirk tugging at his lips when the man blushes. "Does this feel real enough to you?" he asks, feigning curiosity. "Or this?" He guides the man's hand down his neck, towards his chest —

A tiny, choked noise escapes the man and he yanks his hand away. Luo Binghe watches as he flails around for a bit before clumsily grabbing something — his spectacles — off the nightstand nearby. He puts them on and takes a good look at Luo Binghe.

"Heavens," he exhales, sounding equally dazed and incredulous. "This is really happening."

Although Luo Binghe doesn't mind taking what he wants, he allows the man some space and a few moments to regain his composure.

Luo Binghe only had glimpses of the man's room in his vision, limited perspective of the area but now as he can appreciate the full view and layout of the man's personal quarters.

What catches his attention first is the manner in which the room is decorated. Shelves line the wall on one end of the room, filled with books, toys and various knick-knacks. Paintings hang on another wall nearby, all in different art-styles but depicting the same subject. Even the blankets, and the pillow the man is trying to hide himself behind, has the same thing.

A laugh huffs out from Luo Binghe. He turns to the man, who is still watching him with wide eyes. "Apologies for frightening you," he says smoothly, sinking into a bow. "Allow this Lord to introduce oneself. My name is Luo Binghe."

The man nods awkwardly. "This, uh, lowly one is Shen Yuan." He pauses. "I would greet you properly but I —" he breaks off, shrinking behind his pillow and clutching the sheets as his face turns red again.

Luo Binghe smirks. "This Lord humbly accepts your greeting."

Never in Shen Yuan's life had he wished a meteor would crash into his room right now and kill him instantly.

The humiliation of Luo Binghe appearing right after Shen Yuan finished nutting all over his Luo Binghe body pillow is too much! Plus, Luo Binghe saw everything in his room, practically scrutinized the decor from top to bottom, especially his prized merch collection that was the envy of most of the Proud Immortal Demon Way fandom!

He probably thinks Shen Yuan is a fucking weirdo for being so obsessed with him (which is true, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing for being perceived like this)!

AGH, kill Shen Yuan now!

As he debates running to the nearest window and throwing himself out of it, Luo Binghe speaks again.

"This one cannot help but notice you are a great admirer of me." He sounds amused, which somehow feels a lot worse than his favorite character being disgusted. "You have quite an extensive collection of items made in this Lord's image."

Heat rushes into Shen Yuan's face so quickly that it feels like he's combusting on the spot. He splutters, making a series of incoherent noises as he tries and fails to defend himself. Finally, he squeezes his eyes shut and buries his face in his body pillow.

This has to be a dream! There's no way this ... this fanfiction-y scenario is actually happening to him! He really needs to stop reading all those gay porn of Luo Binghe and stick to the straight stuff. And no more touching himself when his brain gets bombarded by all the homosexual thoughts! He furiously wills himself to wake up.

The mattress dips with a new weight.

"A-Yuan ..."

Shen Yuan peeks up from his pillow.

Luo Binghe is sitting in front of him on the edge of his bed. "Please do not be upset," he says, coaxing. "I was merely making an observation I found pleasing."

It has to be the work of the Protagonist's Halo and its associated perks, but the deadly combo of Luo Binghe's bombshell looks, the sound of his honeyed voice calling to Shen Yuan and his handsome face pouting makes Shen Yuan's heart do a funny little flip.

God, he looks so perfect, Shen Yuan thinks. The Luo Binghe before him is exactly the character he pictures in his head. Not even his current favorite Luo Binghe cosplayer could match the absolutely fine specimen of a man in front of him.

If Shen Yuan could, he'd stare at him for hours until his eyesight blurs over.

This is definitely the real deal. Or a wacky dream his brain probably came up with as a way to process all the gay Luo Binghe fanfics he's been reading lately.

The latter is probably more likely.

Of course Luo Binghe wasn't actually here saying that he liked that Shen Yuan is a fan. And maybe Shen Yuan isn't actually sitting naked on his bed with his freshly-nutted Luo Binghe pillow to cover himself, feeling like he's going to explode from being the recipient of the Protagonist's infallible charm and world-shaking charisma.

So if this is a dream, how could Shen Yuan wish for his favorite character of all time to disappear just because he's thin-faced? He ought to make the most out of this dream, even if it's heading towards the direction of a badly written smut. After all, it's not every day you get to meet your favorite character — or dream of him!

(Yes, as Luo Binghe's biggest fan, Shen Yuan is ashamed to say that he has never dreamt of Luo Binghe. He does fantasize about him though, like imagine himself as Luo Binghe's advisor, or a fellow cultivator he meets on his travels, or a guide in his adventurers, occasionally the matchmaker who saves Luo Binghe from disastrous marriages ... — Anyway, you get the picture!)

Shen Yuan takes a deep breath to steel himself. It's a dream, he tells himself. Just make the most out of it.

"I'm not upset," he clarifies, lifting his head up. "It's just ... I didn't want you to see me like this."

"Like what?"

Shen Yuan makes a face. "Hasn't my Lord heard of making a good first impression?" He gestures at himself. "I'm indecent! It's not appropriate to meet you like this!"

Luo Binghe laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

Shen Yuan feels giddy all of a sudden.

"Well, it's not the first time this Lord has seen A-Yuan in this state."

The world seems to halt on its axis. "What?"

"This Lord has seen A-Yuan in undress before."

Shen Yuan stares at him. "Wait, what do you mean?" he splutters, confused and horrified. "I — This is the first time we've met, though?!"

Luo Binghe points at his desk. Shen Yuan follows his finger and startles when he realizes Luo Binghe saw his Temptation Before the Throne figure. "This Lord has been receiving visions for a few weeks now," he explains. "I believe that figure has been transmitting them."

As Shen Yuan slowly processes his words, a numb sort of tingling begins at his extremities and creeps upwards. The mattress seems to wobble underneath him so he leans backwards against the headboard for support. The cool sensation of the wood seeps into his bare skin, somewhat easing the lightheadedness.

Luo Binghe has seen him naked. Naked, no clothes on, nada! When Shen Yuan thinks of the stuff Luo Binghe could have seen him do naked, the spinning in his head worsens.

"Oh," he says faintly. "I see."

It's karma, says a small, malicious voice in the back of his head. You displayed that figure of Bing-ge with his Pillar out on your desk and stared shamelessly at it like some cock-starved virgin, so it's only fair that Bing-ge saw you naked!

Luo Binghe catches his pale-faced expression and smiles. Although it certainly doesn't appear malicious or forced, his amusement baffles Shen Yuan. "A-Yuan need not be shy," he whispers, reaching out. "Especially not with this Lord."

Shen Yuan's chin is tilted upward, and he finds himself looking up at Luo Binghe. Meeting Luo Binghe's gaze head on makes Shen Yuan's heart pound wildly. There's a certain kind of emotion, matched with a specific intensity, in those dark eyes that leaves Shen Yuan breathless despite sitting still the whole time.

He's so not used to being looked at this way by anyone, especially not someone as attractive as Luo Binghe.

The attention only makes Shen Yuan want to hide, but with Luo Binghe holding his chin in place, all he can do is blush and and stare helplessly back at him.

At this point, the direction at which this dream is heading is crystal-clear.

But still, Shen Yuan can't help asking: "Are we going to do it?"

The corner of Luo Binghe's mouth twitches upwards. His gaze flickers downwards before back up to Shen Yuan's face. He leans forward, causing Shen Yuan's heart to flutter alarmingly, but stops just inches out of reach. His dark eyes glitter with amusement.

"A-Yuan will have to be more specific," he says. "What do you mean by 'do it'? What does A-Yuan want me to do to him?"

An indignant sort of embarrassment brings heat to Shen Yuan's face. The nerve of this man to show up in his room, looking like a woman (or a gay man's) wet dream, getting Shen Yuan all flustered with his seductive charm only to tease him at the end! Luo Binghe is too cruel!

Why can't he just have his way with Shen Yuan here and now? It's easier that way and Shen Yuan wouldn't even put up a fight; in fact, he'd even spread his legs automatically. Even though Shen Yuan is 110% straight, he'd let Luo Binghe do him any way the protagonist wanted, no questions asked!

Ask any true fan of Bing-ge fan and Shen Yuan would bet his chrysanthemum they'd do the same.

But if Luo Binghe wants Shen Yuan to play this game, then naturally Shen Yuan has no choice but to play along.

"Fine. F-fine, I'll tell you," Shen Yuan mumbles, blushing hard. Taking a deep breath, he chucks the body pillow aside and places his hands on Luo Binghe's shoulders. He looks straight into Luo Binghe's eyes, ignoring the little voice in his head screeching irrationally about how silly he probably looks, and opens his mouth.

"I think I wanna have sex with you, my Lord."

Luo Binghe smirks. And the distance between their lips closes.

Prior to this, Shen Yuan never found kissing particularly exciting — not that he's had personal experience — but every time there was a scene in the movies where the actors would make out, he'd skip forward until the scene was over. Even in books or webnovels — Proud Immortal Demon Way was a particularly egregious example — where steamy stuff happened between characters, he'd skim over them. All those lip smacking noises and moans and eugh, god forbid, the tongue action and the couple being all over each other made his skin tingle weirdly and his ears buzz.

But now, pinned underneath the Protagonist and completely at his mercy, Shen Yuan gets it.

Luo Binghe takes the lead — which Shen Yuan is grateful for because he has zero experience with this — but, oh, if there's an event for kissing in the Olympics, he'd blow all the competition away.

Not even Shen Yuan's clunky glasses can stop the Protagonist from kissing Shen Yuan's breath away.

Luo Binghe's mouth feels incredibly soft and warm, molding so perfectly with Shen Yuan's own. Every brush of their lips causes Shen Yuan to melt, becoming pliant and agreeable. He even reciprocates when Luo Binghe licks him, albeit clumsily, uncertain of himself.

Thankfully, Luo Binghe doesn't seem to mind Shen Yuan's inexperience and lack of skill; he even rewards him with playful nibbles that make Shen Yuan gasp.

Their kisses grow more fervent and messier with a tinge of forcefulness from Luo Binghe's side, sending waves of pleasurable tingling through Shen Yuan's body. It's a little embarrassing how hard this is making him, his cock now aching for attention.

It's too little yet too much. And they were only kissing!

Shen Yuan certainly isn't complaining but just as that thought arose, Luo Binghe pulls back slightly and breaks the kiss.

An involuntary whine slips from Shen Yuan.

Luo Binghe chuckles as he looks down between them. "A-Yuan seems to be enjoying this."

Shen Yuan lets out a small noise of surprise when Luo Binghe's hand around his cock. He's always been aware that he's unfortunately not blessed in that department, but now he's all too aware of how tiny he is in Luo Binghe's hand. His stomach twists.

But before insecurity has time to deflate his arousal, Luo Binghe begins to stroke.

Shen Yuan lets out a choked gasp.

Luo Binghe's dark eyes gleam with delight as he works Shen Yuan up. He leans down, nuzzling into the side of Shen Yuan's neck right below his earlobe. Shen Yuan's breath hitches further when the tips of Luo Binghe's fangs graze the sensitive skin.

Luo Binghe is teasing him. Again. It's definitely part of foreplay at this point.

But the thought of begrudging him for it is the furthest thing from Shen Yuan's mind at the moment.

He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut. His arms looped around Luo Binghe's broad shoulders tighten. He does his best to be cool about Luo Binghe jerking him off and kissing his neck, but Luo Binghe is just too good!

As expected of the Protagonist but please have mercy on Shen Yuan!

Luo Binghe get it all right — the grip, the strokes, and the way he'd tease the tip of Shen Yuan's cock — leaving Shen Yuan trying his hardest not to explode. Even the hot, openmouthed kisses he lays into Shen Yuan's skin, the languid drag of his tongue and the light pricks from his teeth has Shen Yuan whimpering.

Luo Binghe chuckles against him. "A-Yuan is so wet for me right now, just like my wives when I touch them," he croons with a slight rasp to his deep, silky voice. "Just like a woman."

The statement makes Shen Yuan squirm. "D-don't compare me to your wives, or women," he huffs, trying to sound stern. "And I can't help it, okay? It feels so good."

He meant for that last sentence to sound matter-of-factly but his voice comes out breathy.

Shen Yuan feels Luo Binghe smirk against him. "Has it been awhile since someone touched you like this?"

"U-uh ... I guess you could say that."

"Or is this your first time with someone?" Luo Binghe asks teasingly.

"No comment."

Luo Binghe doesn't need to know he's working with someone whose only sexual experience happened with his own hand. Shen Yuan would rather die than admit to Mr Sex God he's a virgin!

"Hm." Luo Binghe lets him go.

Dismayed, Shen Yuan's eyes fly open. For a moment, he thought he said or did something wrong to kill the mood but his worries evaporates at the sight before him: Luo Binghe taking his robes off.

As this is just a dream, Shen Yuan stares to his heart's content, memorizing the silhouette of Luo Binghe's figure and watching the tantalizing ripple and swell of his muscles as he moves. When Luo Binghe takes his pants off, Shen Yuan's mouth waters immediately, his heart pounding with frenzied excitement, as the Heavenly Pillar springs into view.

Airplane did not lie about the Protagonist's size; gods, his cock is massive. It bobs heavily as Luo Binghe moves back onto the bed, its thick shaft marbled with veins and its tip flushed a deep shade of red.

Shen Yuan feels his own twitch at the sight, accompanied by the strange need for Luo Binghe inside him. Ah, it must Luo Binghe's irresistible sex appeal making him feel this way.

As Luo Binghe draws closer to him, Shen Yuan remembers a very important thing.

"W-wait." Blushing, he sits up and turns around to get onto all fours. "I heard it hurts less if you do it from behind," he mumbles, glancing over his shoulder.

"Oh?" Luo Binghe's eyebrows arch upwards. "And where did A-Yuan hear that from?" he asks.

Shen Yuan turns away, his ears bright red. The pop of the lube bottle cap being opened fills the brief silence. "F-from a story ..."

He hopes Luo Binghe leaves it at that and fuck him instead, but his pulse stutters when Luo Binghe says,"What story?" It's so much more worse that he genuinely sounds interested, if not amused. "Enlighten me about it."

On the bright side, Shen Yuan isn't face to face with so maybe that might help a bit ...

"W-well, I don't know if you know," he begins, "but in this world, you're not real. You're —" He breaks off when something — Luo Binghe's lube-coated finger — slips into his hole. He clenches up instinctively at the intrusion but quickly relaxes.

"Continue," Luo Binghe prompts.

"O-ok." Shen Yuan tries not to think too hard about Luo Binghe's finger pumping slowly in and out of him or how good it feels. He tells Luo Binghe about Proud Immortal Demon Way, the fanfics it inspired and the contents of those fanfics. "They're always romance between Bing-ge and a female made-up character, or the female reader herself," he explains.

Shen Yuan just started talking about the recent shift towards slash fanfics about Luo Binghe and a male character/reader when Luo Binghe slips another finger inside him.

Luo Binghe's fingers are bigger and longer than Shen Yuan's own, reaching deeper and filling him more than he can by himself.

Earlier Shen Yuan could sort of follow along his train of thought with one finger, but two of them inside him?

He finds himself stopping in mid-sentence several times whenever Luo Binghe scissors those fingers, even letting out embarrassing tiny noises when Luo Binghe crooks his fingers at a particular spot.

"T-that's where I — ah — learned about doing it from behind," he finishes.

"Interesting." Luo Binghe hums, pressing down on that spot again. This time, his fingers remain in position for a few moments longer, the pressure causing a hot surge of pleasure rushing through Shen Yuan's body.

Shen Yuan cries out.

"And does A-Yuan have any favorites among those stories?" Luo Binghe asks, finally straightening his fingers again. Thankfully, he's merciful this time, letting Shen Yuan catch his breath.

"... W-well."

"Tell me."

Shen Yuan blushes, caught between the mortification of having to pick a favorite among dirty gay fics a straight man like himself should never have read and the shame of telling someone what he liked about those stories."I don't have a favorite," Shen Yuan mumbles. "But the last one I read by sleepywillows-laoshi was pretty good. It's about the main character who's gifted to you as a bride by his family and ..."

He does his best to summarize the major plot points but it's a strange experience, telling your favorite character about a dirty fic you read while he works your hole open with his fingers.

"I liked that part where you tied him to the bed and —" Shen Yuan breaks off.

"And?"

Shen Yuan turns redder.

"What did I do to him?" Luo Binghe prompts.

If it was humanly possible, Shen Yuan would have already evaporated from the shame and the mortification. He'd rather burst into flames than admit that he has a few hard kinks that would make even the green JJ sisters — at least, the more pure-hearted ones — gasp.

"Don't stop now," says Luo Binghe, sounding almost disappointed. The mattress shifts behind Shen Yuan. "Give me every detail, tell me all about what A-Yuan enjoyed in this fic."

It takes several beats of embarrassed silence before Shen Yuan speaks: "I liked it when you grabbed his thighs and held his legs open. A-and when he struggled, you —"

Several things happen in quick succession: Luo Binghe pulling out his fingers. A pair of large hands spreading Shen Yuan's cheeks apart. Something warm and wet dragging up along taint to his hole.

"Bing-ge!" Shen Yuan cries out and twists around. To his shock, he finds the lower half of Luo Binghe's face buried in his ass.

Just the sight alone is enough to leave him speechless with disbelief, never mind the lewd noises accompanying it.

"Wait —"

Luo Binghe's hands on his ass are unrelenting, refusing to let go when Shen Yuan grabs them. His eyes gleam with a dark and intense sort of greed. Even his tongue is merciless, swirling over the sensitive rim of Shen Yuan's hole and dipping into it.

The words Shen Yuan mean to say next evaporates in his throat. He squeezes his eyes shut, gripping the sheets in a futile attempt to ground himself. It doesn't help, not really, especially when he's whimpering at Luo Binghe's ministrations, sounding breathy and desperate and very unlike himself.

When Shen Yuan doesn't stop him, Luo Binghe lets go of one asscheek to stroke Shen Yuan's poor, neglected cock.

The added stimulation brings a sudden spike in pleasure, causing Shen Yuan's arms to momentarily give way under him. Gasping, he falls face-first into the pillow, ass still up in the air. He barely feels his glasses dig into the bridge of his nose from the impact as all his awareness have narrowed down to the sensation of Luo Binghe's mouth and hands.

Had he still had his wits about him, he would've found his current position, along with his own bodily reaction to being touched and eaten out, rather humiliating.

Instead, Shen Yuan instinctively arches his back, pushing his ass into Luo Binghe's face. His thighs tremble from both the effort of keeping his lower half up and the ecstasy surging through him. He feels like he could cum from just this alone.

As if hearing his thoughts, Luo Binghe pulls away abruptly.

Though the sudden absence of his touch doesn't abate the pleasure immediately, it does cause Shen Yuan's stomach to lurch in alarm. He inhales sharply.

Did this dream end already? Is he back in his room again, forehead damp with sweat and twisted in sticky sheets, all alone and surrounded by merch of his dream fictional man?

Then, a pair of hands lifts his hips into position.

Shen Yuan nearly sobs with relief. Thank heavens I'm still losing my dream-virginity!

Luo Binghe squeezes Shen Yuan's ass lightly, nails lightly scraping the soft, round flesh as he parts them to reveal the puckered hole, its rim glistening from his spit. His dark gaze burns with desire. Wrapping his hand around his cock, Luo Binghe slaps its tip on Shen Yuan's hole. "A-Yuan has been so good for me," he murmurs, voice sultry. "Letting me play with you like this."

"Of course!" Shen Yuan replies, perhaps a little too enthusiastically. "But ... only for Bing-ge," he adds, blushing.

Luo Binghe chuckles, sounding almost fond. He teases Shen Yuan's hole a little more, smearing his precum all over it. "Good. That's what I like to hear," he whispers sweetly before pushing in.

Shen Yuan's entrance still feels a little tight when Luo Binghe enters, so he takes his sweet time easing into him, rolling his hips in slow, measured thrusts. It's impressive how Shen Yuan — whom Luo Binghe suspected was indeed a virgin — manages to stay relaxed the whole time, only clenching slightly when Luo Binghe pulls back.

However, deeper he goes, the more Luo Binghe struggles to maintain his unhurried pace.

Wrapped around his cock, Shen Yuan feels incredible. His inner walls are wet from the lube and spit, so soft and smooth like silk on his skin, and so warm that all Luo Binghe wants to do is to bury himself in that tight, addictive heat.

"Fuck," Luo Binghe exhales when he's sheathed to the hilt, pressed flush against that soft, round ass. He closes his eyes, trying to focus on his breathing but all he can think of is the feeling of this man's hole. "Fuck," he curses under his breath again.

Underneath him, Shen Yuan squirms. The small movement causes Luo Binghe's cock to jostle inside his tight and wet heat, causing both men to moan in unison.

"Bing-ge," Shen Yuan whines. Tears glisten on his lashes as he looks over his shoulder at Luo Binghe, the rosy flush now creeping past his shoulders. The sight of Shen Yuan underneath him, his sensual curve of his back and the luscious swell of his ass nearly causes Luo Binghe to lose his grip on restraint, but it's the breathless "Bing-ge, please," that makes his self-control snap.

Without any warning, Luo Binghe begins to fuck him.

Although he's had sex more times than he cares, it's been a while since it's been this exciting.

Frankly, Luo Binghe had expected this to be a quick and easy fuck, seeing as how Shen Yuan is devoted — or rather, obsessed — with him that he probably would have spread his legs without any questions. However, he didn't expect Shen Yuan to be so shy, so easy to fluster and too self-conscious to express his feelings.

It probably would've been easier if Luo Binghe had his way — and Shen Yuan probably wouldn't have minded, seeing as he was interested in that — but it'd been too much of a delight teasing him and making him admit that he desired Luo Binghe.

In Luo Binghe's opinion, that only made the whole experience of fucking Shen Yuan even more enjoyable.

Shen Yuan fits so well on Luo Binghe's cock that it almost feels like he's made for him. Every thrust into that perfect little hole only feeds the primal lust blazing inside Luo Binghe. And his ass, oh, Luo Binghe loves the way it jiggles every time.

Gripping Shen Yuan's waist, he angles his thrusts until he finds that spot that makes Shen Yuan gasp and shudder, clenching down on him.

"A-Yuan's so greedy for cock," he growls, his voice raspy with satisfaction as his hips snap at a brutal pace. "I can feel A-Yuan tightening up every time I pull back, trying so hard to keep me inside."

A whimper escapes from Shen Yuan, his ears bright red.

Luo Binghe laughs, teasing him further. "A-Yuan's hole feels so amazing," he groans. "Feels just like I'm fucking a pussy."

His words make Shen Yuan immediately clench up and moan desperately. "Ah, Gege! Please —!"

The points of Luo Binghe's fangs gleam when he grins at the way Shen Yuan calls him. He pounds roughly into Shen Yuan a few more times, pausing momentarily every time he comes flush with Shen Yuan's ass before pulling out. But it's too late; at the last thrust, Shen Yuan lets out a particularly erotic moan, shuddering as white liquid spurts out from his poor, neglected cock.

Overwhelmed from his climax, Shen Yuan would've laid face-down in his pillow until he suffocated if he hadn't been flipped onto his back. The world swivels from dark to Luo Binghe's slightly blurry but handsome face. A pair of strong hands lift the backs of his thigh before guiding his legs around Luo Binghe's waist. His glasses are plucked off and set aside, away from dnager.

Shen Yuan lets Luo Binghe manipulate his limbs however he likes, only having enough strength to hold them in position after being arranged.

When Luo Binghe leans down to kiss him, openmouthed and messy, he can't help the contented little noise slipping out of him. Their bodies are pressed flush with each other, the brush and feel of skin on skin filling Shen Yuan with a pleasant, fuzzy warmth. It's nice being held like this — the kissing was a welcome bonus — and Shen Yuan wants to cling to this for as long as he can.

But then Luo Binghe is pulling away, earning a protesting whine from Shen Yuan. Luo Binghe flashes him a grin. "Sticky," he remarks when Shen Yuan feels the brush of his cock lining up with his hole.

Shen Yuan moans softly when Luo Binghe fills him up again. "Can you stay here forever?" he asks as Luo Binghe kisses his neck. "I don't want you to disappear when I wake up," he adds, arms circling around Luo Binghe.

"Oh?" Luo Binghe nibbles him. "A-Yuan thinks this is a dream?"

"Mhm." Shen Yuan bites his lip when Luo Binghe looks up at him, half-expecting and half-fearing his reaction. But Luo Binghe is smiling at him, his dark eyes dancing with amusement.

"I can't stay here forever," says Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan nods, doing his best to ignore the sinking feeling in his chest. Bing-ge is right; even if this was actually real (and that Shen Yuan lost his v-card and 'straight' card), Luo Binghe couldn't be here. He was the Emperor in his world and so he had little reason to be fooling around with someone like Shen Yuan for that matter. Plus, he had a harem of wives who could satisfy his needs.

Shen Yuan's only a one-time fuck for him.

"But," Luo Binghe says, "A-Yuan can always come with me."

Shen Yuan's eyes grow wide at that. "Really?"

The corners of Luo Binghe's mouth curve upwards. He begins to rock his hips — Shen Yuan can't believe he forgot Luo Binghe's still inside him — causing Shen Yuan to gasp, clinging to him. His smirk turns into a cheeky grin. "Really," he croons, leaning down to continue nibbling his way down Shen Yuan's neck.

"After I finish, I'll bring you back to the Palace. We can do whatever we like whenever we like. We can make love like this every night, if A-Yuan desires. Or we can roam the world together, see and try new things, just the two of us. Or we can leave it all behind and live in a bamboo house in the mountains."

Even though Shen Yuan knows these sweet promises are empty if this Luo Binghe is real, they paint quite a vivid image in his head. In fact, they seem infinitely better than the uneventful, and lonely, life of his.

"But only if A-Yuan agrees to be my wife," Luo Binghe murmurs, warm breath fanning across Shen Yuan's nipples. "Only if I'll be A-Yuan's husband."

It's hard to find any reason to say no, when Shen Yuan is hard again and especially when Luo Binghe is sucking his chest while his big cock filling him so full and rubbing that spot inside him.

He gets why all the women in Proud Immortal Demon Way become brainless for the Protagonist. How could anyone's brains not melt out of their ears when Bing-ge is inside of you?

Shen Yuan arches his back with a moan, his legs tightening around Luo Binghe's waist as a familiar pressure builds in his belly. Earlier, Luo Binghe fucked him rough and wild like a beast in rut, but this slow and deep rhythm has Shen Yuan digging his nails into Luo Binghe's back, needing something more.

The proposal — at least, Shen Yuan is pretty sure it's a proposal — hangs in the air between them as the sounds of their coupling fills the silence.

It's not the wisest thing to be considering when Luo Binghe's cock is in him and the pleasure arising from it is influencing his thoughts, but being Luo Binghe's wife doesn't sound too bad.

"Gege," Shen Yuan whines, pulling Luo Binghe close to exchange sloppy kisses with him, "Gege, I — ah — I'll be your wife. Please, I wanna — hng — be your wife."

Luo Binghe growls against his mouth, the raspy noise eliciting a shiver from Shen Yuan. He pulls away, brief enough for Shen Yuan to catch the faint reddish glow in his irises. The sight makes Shen Yuan's cock twitch and drool between them, precum dribbling onto his tummy.

When Luo Binghe smiles, the point of his fangs showing on his lower lip, Shen Yuan moans, tightening around the cock inside him.

Luo Binghe laughs, leaning down to take Shen Yuan's lower lip between his teeth. His fangs grazes the delicate skin, bringing the faint coppery taste of blood. "A-Yuan will make a wonderful wife," he murmurs before holding Shen Yuan's thighs down and fucks him hard again.

After getting used to the rhythm of Luo Binghe's thrusts, the sudden change in both the pace and the position causes Shen Yuan to cry out. Unable to hold the noises back anymore, he clings onto Luo Binghe for dear life. Delighted by the sound of his cries, Luo Binghe pounds mercilessly into Shen Yuan, right into that spot inside him.

An all-consuming ecstasy blazes through Shen Yuan as Luo Binghe's cock slides in and out of him. It feels so good to be fucked like this, to have nothing in his brain except for endless pleasure that all he can do is take, take and take, brimming so full he might actually burst from it all.

"Ah, Husband! Ah—!"

When Luo Binghe touches his own, neglected cock, Shen Yuan stiffens with a cry. He cums hard enough that stars dance across his vision, making a sticky mess between their bodies.

Luo Binghe doesn't stop to give him a break, continuing to rut into Shen Yuan. He coos dirty praises that would have Shen Yuan blushing furiously if he wasn't so cock-drunk right now. All he does is moan helplessly, letting Luo Binghe chase his climax with Shen Yuan's body.

Both are loathe, crushing each other so tightly as if they can meld together into one.

After awhile, Luo Binghe finally cums, biting Shen Yuan with a growl. His seed floods Shen Yuan's insides, filling him so much that it dribbles a little from where they're joined together.

Shen Yuan cums too, albeit dryly, shaking from the tremors of his orgasm as his cock twitches weakly on his stomach.

For a long time, they lay there together basking in the afterglow, loathe to pull away from the other. They kiss again, tenderly this time, as if they truly were a married couple, coming down from the high of their passionate lovemaking.

"A-Yuan did so well," Luo Binghe murmurs, nuzzling him. "Not bad for a virgin."

Despite being worn out from having multiple orgasms wrung out of him, Shen Yuan still manages to huff. "Of course." He tugs Luo Binghe's hair in retaliation, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make Luo Binghe inhale sharply.

Luo Binghe returns with an affectionate bite.

"Only for Husband," Shen Yuan murmurs.

Luo Binghe hums in approval, lifting his head up to smile indulgently at Shen Yuan.

So handsome, Shen Yuan thinks as he touches Luo Binghe's face. How did I even get this lucky to have him for a night?? Crazy how not only has he had the best sex ever with the Protagonist, he also has Luo Binghe lounging in his bed, touching him all over and kissing him.

Never did Shen Yuan think he'd have the pleasure of cuddling his favorite fictional man after sex either. Even if Luo Binghe has never been featured having a tender moment with his wives in the original webnovel, Shen Yuan's glad that at least he gets to be on the receiving end of his affections.

This dream is truly the best.

Shen Yuan stifles a yawn as the warm, fuzzy afterglow lulls him towards sleep. Luo Binghe's voice and gentle kisses begin to fade into darkness.

But I really don't want this to end ...

Little does Shen Yuan realize that this was never a dream to begin with.

But that's a story for another time.