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They went hand in hand towards the bed, and Binghe started by untying Shen Qingqiu’s belt.
“Binghe… go slow,” he warned, biting his lip nervously.
“I will,” he promised, setting aside the belt with loving care and moving to the richly embroidered robe next, untying the knots at the waist and sliding it off his shoulders.
Two full layers remained but he felt oddly naked! The modesty standards of this world had really sunk in, but it was also the knowledge hanging like Damocles’ sword over his head of what they would be doing once he was fully undressed that was making him both anxious and alight with anticipation.
Binghe knelt to slide off his red slippers and white stockings next, caressing his bare feet with loving hands. “Your jiejies warned me, Shizun, to be slow and careful with you. You must warn me if anything I do scares you. This husband understands it is not personal if you… if you turn from me unexpectedly.”
He bit his lip and pulled Binghe up to his feet. “Binghe I… I don’t remember much. What I do remember is enough to make me glad I have amnesia of those times with… with him. He was violent and… Well, anyway, most of this”–he waved vaguely at the both of them–“is just ah… first time nerves, because I never really thought much about being with a man.”
He added in a tiny whisper, “And I’m afraid you’re very big, and I don’t want to get hurt.”
Binghe leant in to kiss him and stroked his cheek. “Shizun, you can be in charge. We can do just what you want to do and avoid anything that might upset you.”
Thinking about it, he could only identify a few triggers. “No beatings or violence – that should be obvious but just to make it clear, don’t hurt me – I don’t like that. I know it’s sexy for some demons, almost like foreplay, but it’s not for me. Um. Don’t hold my wrists tightly, just in case it triggers a bad fragment of memory. Gently should be fine. Leaning too much on my back might be a problem – don’t pin me down so I’m trapped, especially if I can’t see you.”
He thought a bit more then shook his head. “That’s all I can think of that might cause a panic reaction. I’ll try and simply tell you if something upsets me, too.”
Binghe nodded, looking dead serious as he suggested, “Then Shizun should be on top and take me.”
What?! You’re the stallion protagonist and you want me to push you down?!
“That’s ridiculous, you’re the… an emperor. My h-husband,” he finished, with difficulty. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” With a gentle smile on his face, Binghe started taking off his own elaborate wedding robes. “This emperor wants to feel you inside him. Husband, if I take you first, I might hurt you or frighten you, and I want you to only feel pleasure tonight. If you lie on top of me, or take me from behind, you’ll be in control of everything. Also, I will get to feel what it’s like, so I’ll know best how to pleasure you when we try that another time.”
“But it might hurt… I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, watching as Binghe took off his boots then stripped down to his final robe – a sheer black underrobe that didn’t conceal much of anything. He could see the outline of his husband’s enormous erect cock through the silk, a damp patch of fabric at the tip. His eyes widened.
“No way! That thing will split me in half!”
Binghe winced at his blurted outburst. “So Shizun will take me first, and if I get hurt you won’t need to worry because I will heal quickly; my blood guarantees it. But Shizun, it doesn’t have to hurt. I know I’m… large, but with enough preparation it should be alright. I’ve read books from Qian Cao and talked with um… your jiejies. And we don’t have to do it that way at all really! But at least once… please… so we can cure Without a Cure. It doesn’t even have to be tonight, if you don’t want to. Let’s try it the other way around first – that might be enough.”
“I think it’s Binghe’s seed that is important,” he admitted, in a choked voice. “I think it needs to be in my body.” He watched with fascination as Binghe’s cock gave an interested twitch at that embarrassed statement, straining against the black silk.
“Husband could use his mouth on me then,” Binghe suggested.
He pulled off his final robe, and stood naked before him, and smiled at Shen Qingqiu’s wide-eyed interested stare. He stretched to show off his body to its best potential, all lean and hard muscled with a stunning ripped torso and of course a ridiculously large cock. The only thing he was left wearing was his hair crown, keeping his curly head of hair all pulled up tight. Shen Qingqiu missed those long locks a little, but the rest was perfection. He reached up to pull out a hairpin and work the crown loose, which pressed him tight against Binghe’s chest, which neither of them minded.
“Husband,” Binghe moaned, sliding his hands around his waist. “You are still wearing too much.”
“Just let me get your hair down first,” he murmured, with a smile. He gave a little shimmy to press himself closer to Binghe in the process. It would be a lot more efficient to have Binghe sit for this, but where would be the fun in that? He squirmed some more as he pulled some more pins and a strip of ribbon free from Binghe’s hair, coincidentally pushing his own hard cock up against Binghe’s, separated only by a couple of layers of thin silk.
“Almost done, be good now, Binghe.”
“Yes, Shizun,” Binghe said, but his hands had snuck down from his waist to gently trace the swell of his buttocks. “Is this alright?”
“Mn. Let me just… put these down somewhere.”
Binghe took the gold crown and handful of pins away from him, and Shen Qingqiu admired the view as he walked away. You could bounce a coin off that arse!
Blushing, he pulled off his layer of green silk, leaving only the thin red underrobe. When Binghe turned around and saw him in it, he stumbled.
“Shizun…” he breathed. “Husband. You look beautiful, breathtaking.”
He stepped close and rested his forehead against Shen Qingqiu’s. “I’m so lucky.”
Shen Qingqiu snorted and reached up to curl his hands in Binghe’s hair. “Silly boy, don’t be ridiculous. I’m the lucky one.” He kissed him, and then again, and Binghe returned every kiss with increasing passion, holding him tightly against his naked body.
“Husband, can I tear this robe off you?” Binghe murmured, peppering his neck and collarbone with kisses. His hands toyed with the collar of the robe.
“Ghost-head Spider silk? Don’t you dare!” he replied. He quickly took it off before Binghe succumbed to temptation, then pulled his husband tight against his body. While being close was embarrassing, being stared at was worse, somehow.
Hmm. With a glance, and a few flicks of his fingers to send out his qi to move the air, he extinguished over half the candles. Their light might be romantic, but they revealed far too much. It felt a little safer now the light in the room was much dimmer. Binghe let out a little strangled whine, and sucked hard against his neck as he felt their bare cocks press against each other. His hands clenched on Shen Qingqiu’s buttocks, pulling him closer as he rutted against him.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” Shen Qingqiu warned, feeling the moisture at the tip of Binghe’s cock oozing onto his stomach.
“Shizun, I don’t know how long I can hold on,” he pleaded.
Shen Qingqiu stepped away to lead Binghe to the bed and gently pushed him to lie down on his back in the middle of the red linen sheets. He clambered onto the capacious bed himself, a hand on Binghe’s hard muscled chest for balance as he shuffled into position above him, kneeling astride his waist. Binghe’s cock bumped into his arse as he bent over and kissed him with passion, his tongue delving into Binghe’s eagerly welcoming mouth.
“You can wait a little for me, I’m sure.”
Shuffling around some more, he climbed off his waist and resettled lower down, kneeling beside Binghe’s thighs. He kneaded the firm muscle of Binghe’s thighs, his hands creeping higher as he stroked along his beautiful smooth skin to the nest of dark hair at his groin. He watched Binghe’s hungry expression as he reached out and wrapped both hands around Binghe’s generously sized cock. Binghe bit his lip and arched his neck back as he squeezed his cock gently and started stroking it. It was a job for both hands!
Without breaking the stride of his strokes too much, he nudged Binghe’s legs apart with his knee, spreading them gently apart. He pushed his way in between them to kneel between Binghe’s legs, and still holding onto his cock, he leant forward to tentatively lick at the head.
“Shizun! Shizun, Shizun, Shizun… Husband! Please, please…” Binghe babbled, bucking up into his mouth helplessly. “It’s my dream come to life, suck me please, Shizun. Take your disciple! Use me however you want!”
Ah! How embarrassing!
Red-faced, he lapped at the head of his husband’s cock and tentatively tried wrapping his mouth around it. It was a strain to stretch his mouth that wide, and his teeth scraped the edges of the heavenly pillar as he determinedly pushed forwards, stuffing his mouth full of his husband’s warm, leaking cock and breathing harshly through his nose. He barely managed to get a quarter of the heavenly pillar in his mouth, and that was a struggle as any more than that made him feel like he was choking. He slurped and sucked the few inches he managed to get into his mouth, excited by it more than he’d ever imagined he would be, his own neglected cock rising to attention.
Binghe seemed to appreciate his efforts – teeth and all – and just moaned and babbled his desperate pleasure through his every attempt. His husband’s hands were buried in the sheets at his sides, making a crinkled mess as he clenched them tight with the effort not to touch him.
In the end, jaw aching, Shen Qingqiu gave up trying for a full blowjob, it was just impossible for his unpractised self to manage without choking or biting! He’d heard of deep throating but had no idea how it was actually accomplished at a practical level. Instead, he continued masturbating his husband with his hands, sliding the velvety smooth skin of his cock up and down with a co-ordinated rhythm, watching his face as he experimented with how much pressure Binghe liked, and what tempo drew the best moans from his lips. Binghe preferred a tight firm grip, and a slower speed seemed to drive him wild, bucking up frantically into his hands. He lapped at the head with his tongue, laving over the weeping tip, and occasionally kissing or mouthing at it with a soft press of his lips. He suckled gently, swirling his tongue, while his hands slid constantly over the shaft.
“So good, Shizun! Husband, more please! Yes, like that!”
Binghe was babbling a constant litany of praise and calling for him as his pleasure grew. His hands were fisted so tightly in the sheets beneath them that the fabric was ripping as his fingernails shifted to black demonic talons.
That’s not in the book! His wives would be cut to pieces! No wait, that happened with Sha Hualing once, actually. And a couple of demonesses in the Endless Abyss. It got into bloodplay and I skimmed those bits. It must be something he can learn to control then. So long as he doesn’t cut me up with those, I guess it’s… kind of hot?! Watching him lose control like that, because of what I’m doing…
He picked up the pace of masturbating his husband, switching from slow to a fast, furious tempo and shoving his mouth down on Binghe’s cock the short length that was as far as he could manage, sucking Binghe as hard as he could even though it made him choke and splutter around his cock.
Binghe came with a guttural groan, gushing in his mouth with a rush of salty come that was choking in its volume. He swallowed as much as he could, but when he pulled off there was still drool and come leaking from his swollen lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. Binghe’s cock was still twitching, letting out tiny dribbles of come, and he touched the tip gently to swipe up a little of the liquid, smearing it between his fingertips. Binghe moaned happily again, as his sensitive cock gave another delighted twitch.
Is this the universal panacea for all ills? he wondered.
Binghe was clearly pondering something along the same lines for he asked dazedly. “How do you feel, Shizun? Is my husband cured?”
“Good, I mean… that was nice, but I don’t feel significantly different. There was no rush of energy scouring my meridians clean. Did Binghe not exert his qi at all? I think perhaps ‘dual cultivation’ needs a joining of energy for the best effect.”
With a woebegone look Binghe cried out, “This useless husband forgot to try!”
Silly boy.
He moved around to lie next to Binghe and pulled his head to his chest, stroking his hair comfortingly. Binghe clung to him, with extra care to ensure his claws didn’t scratch at Shen Qingqiu’s skin. “This husband will do better next time, he promises. Shizun must take this one now, and your disciple will exert his qi to the utmost!”
“Binghe!”
Binghe cuddled into him, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling his head into Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “Don’t be shy, Shizun. This one wants to be taken. But you must prepare me first, Cheng-di was very insistent about the matter.”
“Who?”
“Your didi from the Warm Red Pavilion who specialises in dance and male clients, Shizun,” Binghe explained, then cocked his head to one side. “He lectured this one for some time on how relations between men are best conducted.”
“How did you even meet?”
Binghe rolled his head up to look at him with amusement, and a naughty smirk. “Did you think you could invite the prostitutes of a brothel to our wedding, and their madam as an honoured sister of yours, and not awaken this one’s curiosity, Shizun? Of course I went to meet them all!”
Shen Qingqiu bopped him on the nose with a finger. “You jealous thing. I hope they explained there was nothing to fret about.”
“Yes, Shizun.” Binghe’s hand traced softly over his hip as they embraced, then slid down between their bodies to cradle his cock. His claws were, thankfully, carefully subsumed back into his more human form now.
“What are you doing?”
Binghe smiled hungrily at him as he slowly stroked his cock. “Take a guess, Shizun.” He started mouthing at his chest, laying a row of kisses down on his skin and then licking tentatively at his nipple.
“I’m not a woman, Binghe!”
“Men have nipples too, Shizun. Some men find they’re sensitive in a good way. Shall we see if you like it?”
It’s not bad, he thought. But it’s strange.
Binghe rolled on his side and pushed Shizun gently onto his back, sucking on one nipple while toying with the other with his fingers, tweaking and teasing it into a hard little nub. He pulled off the nipple he’d been suckling on and blew on it, and watched with fascination as his cool breath on the wet tip made it harden up. They were sensitive now, almost too much.
“Binghe, enough!”
“Yes, husband.” Binghe switched to kissing his collarbone and neck for a while. “Too hard?”
“No, it’s… good,” he mumbled. “Binghe can do more.”
The hard suction of Binghe’s mouth on his neck – sure to leave a bruise – made him gasp and buck his stiffening cock up into Binghe’s hand. Only one hand – he wasn’t monstrously sized like the protagonist, just a normal kind of length! Maybe even a little longer than he’d been in his last life.
Binghe seemed excited by his moans, sucking and biting at his neck with enthusiasm, then he leant over him to kiss him hungrily, while his hand stroked away down below. “Shizun… husband,” he moaned, between kisses. He pulled back a moment to watch his face intently from inches away. “Is it good? Am I doing well?”
“So well, my dear little sheep,” he praised, stroking his hair. “But Binghe should… stop soon, if he wants this master to… to…” He couldn’t finish, his cheeks blushing.
“Binghe is still sure?” he double-checked.
Binghe nodded eagerly and untangled himself from their embrace – and alas from the delightful hold he had on his cock – to fetch the little jar of lubricant from beside the bed like he recognised it.
“Put it just around my entrance and then inside me, husband,” he encouraged. He laid down on the bed on his back and pulled his knees up, then let them fall apart gently to the sides, exposing himself to his husband’s enraptured gaze.
Biting his lip nervously, Shen Qingqiu dipped his fingers in the little pot of viscous lubricant and moved to kneel between Binghe’s spread thighs. His fingertips, trembling, touched Binghe’s pink entrance, and rubbed gently. Binghe moaned and panted as his fingers traced the wrinkled skin, and a fingertip slowly pushed its way inside him.
“Shizun is inside me,” Binghe said dazedly. “Getting this disciple ready for his cock…”
“Binghe! Don’t say it like that,” he complained, slapping Binghe’s thigh rebukingly with his free hand, which only made Binghe moan some more.
Incurable M! What even is that reaction?
His finger was held so tightly, he didn’t understand how his cock would fit inside such a small hole. He clenched up thinking of Binghe trying to fill him! Impossible!
“Um… what now?” he asked, thrusting his finger in and out slowly. “It doesn’t seem very loose down there.”
“More lubricant, and then a second finger please, husband,” Binghe instructed. “And maybe try crooking your fingers up a little bit, pointed at my navel? There’s an angle that’s supposed to feel nice… a hidden good place only inside a man, like a little lump you can feel…”
Did Airplane give men clitorises inside their arses? he wondered incredulously. Does he even know biology?!
Whatever. This world made no sense, sometimes! He’d have to chalk it up to Airplane logic – he wanted gay sex to be more fun than in their own world, clearly!
A couple of knuckles deep, there was a smooth spot on the upper wall of his passage that seemed to bulge ever so slightly, and Binghe moaned with extra enthusiasm when he pressed against it. He stimulated it as best he could for a while then pulled his finger out and added a second one with an extra dollop of lubricant, slowly bullying his way back inside.
Binghe breathed out as he pushed in carefully. “It’s good, Shizun,” he encouraged. “Just a little more stretching, and I think I’ll be ready for you.”
Since he was there anyway and Binghe was looking needy and desperate – and not at all because he found Binghe’s cock fascinating and alluring – he also used his other hand to gently play with his cock again. Not masturbating Binghe with firm strokes, but instead just gently teasing him. He ran his fingertips lightly over his hard length, watching him grow and twitch under his light caresses. He held his balls and squeezed and tugged on them, and watched the skin shift around. He batted at Binghe’s penis like it was a toy and he was a curious cat, and watched it bounce back. He wrapped a hand around the base and squeezed tighter and tighter, waiting for Binghe to cry out for him to stop but he didn’t.
“Is that not too tight?” he asked, thrusting and twisting his fingers instead Binghe’s slippery hole. “When is it too much?”
“Anything Shizun does is good,” Binghe gasped.
“But what does Binghe want?”
Binghe lifted his head off the soft pillow and stared at him with desperation. “Please husband, I want you to take me now.”
It made his heart thunder in his chest, and he looked down with wonder at where his fingers were inside Binghe, stretching out his warm entrance.
I’m going to put my cock in there, he thought, with a shiver of excitement. He pulled his hand out and for lack of a better idea, wiped off the excess lubricant off on the ruined sheets.
Binghe wiggled around excitedly as he settled down between his legs, his cock nudging against the warm, stretched hole.
Lying atop him, he checked, “Binghe doesn’t want to kneel on all fours? It’s supposed to be a good position for men.”
“I want to watch you, Shizun. Please, please put it in!” he whined, trying to angle his arse up to catch his cock.
“Shh, I will,” he promised. Keeping himself hovering over Binghe like he was doing a one-handed push-up, he took a hold of his cock with his left hand to better guide the tip in, pushing in slowly. It felt tight and moist and welcoming, like a kiss on the tip of his cock. Binghe’s heat engulfed him, and both of them groaned as he slowly pushed in.
He put both his hands on Binghe’s shoulders for better balance, arching his back up and thrusting his hips forward. Binghe held on tightly to his hips and buttocks, frantically trying to pull him in deeper.
“Isn’t it hurting?” he panted. “You feel so tight… so good, Binghe.”
“Husband… husband,” Binghe replied, dazed. “Yes, more!”
He shoved in hard, cooperating with Binghe’s determined pulling, and groaned in pleasure.
“Dual cultivating with Shizun,” Binghe said dopily, then blinked and looked startled. All of a sudden there was energy swirling between them. Qi, both human and demonic, spilled into Shen Qingqiu’s meridians from where they were joined together.
He whined with pleasure and collapsed down onto Binghe’s chest, catching his lips for frantic kisses. “Husband!”
“Yes!”
He pushed one of Binghe’s legs up closer to his shoulder for a better angle, then rutted hard into Binghe’s lean, muscled body, thrusting in and out with frantic fervour as qi swirled between them, rushing and thundering between their spirits like a tidal wave, unstoppable, scouring everything before it. He came with a strangled groan, buried deep within his husband’s body, and thought for a moment he might faint from the pleasure of it. He felt swept utterly clean, overflowing with power in a way he hadn’t for years.
Staying cradled inside Binghe’s body, he reached between them to stroke Binghe’s cock hard and fast.
“My precious lamb,” he crooned, drunk with pleasure as he watched Binghe writhe and moan beneath him. “My beautiful boy, you did so well. I’ve filled you all up with my seed, and now it’s your turn. Husband, won’t you come for me?”
“Shizun!” he sobbed. “Shizun! Yes!”
It didn’t take long for Binghe to join him in orgasming, spilling over their bodies in a sticky mess that was just beautiful to watch. He swiped a bit up with his fingers to suck on – it tasted salty and sour but deliciously rich in qi like a rare fruit – and Binghe spurted just a little bit more before finally starting to soften.
He pulled out and slumped down to lie next to him, ignoring the mess. Binghe cuddled happily on his chest, embracing him like an octopus with all limbs as close as possible.
“I feel amazing,” Shen Qingqiu admitted.
“Shizun?” he asked, with wide, excited eyes. “Are you… is Shizun cured now?”
“I think so, yes.” He patted him on the head, praising him reflexively. “Good boy.”
He winced at his phrasing. “Um, I didn’t mean… that is, thank you, husband.”
Binghe nuzzled against his chest. “I like being Shizun’s good boy. It’s alright, husband.”
He felt so light now, the qi in his meridians running smooth and free. He also felt a bit sleepy, and Binghe also seemed ready to just cuddle lazily, his indefatigable cock temporarily sated.
Binghe sang softly to him as they snuggled, a new song he hadn’t heard before.
“Love warms, grace weight, our lips come together
I wish this night would last unto the morn
All day all night unto eternity”
“That’s lovely,” he said, stroking his hair sleepily.
“The rustle of autumn, Xiu Ya unsheathed,
Icy water gushes forth, choking sobs”
What the hell is that sword metaphor?! It just gets more shameless the longer it goes on!
“I beg your pardon?!”
Binghe just giggled. “Some new friends of one of my shimeis wrote it. Isn’t it fun? It’s quite popular!”
“It is banned, that’s what it is.”
Binghe kissed his cheek. “I love you, Shizun.”
He grumbled a little but kissed him back. “I… too. I love you too, Binghe.”