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“No.”

“You don’t have the privilege to deny—”

“No.”

Shen Yuan was facing down a monster. A person whom he greatly admired, but he was aware of what such a monster could do to people like him. Shen Yuan was a mere man and the monster in front of him had no qualms about torturing, manipulating, killing him. Shen Yuan stood his ground, looking up at the impossibly tall, imposing beast of a man.

But he wasn’t a monster. If anyone understood Luo Binghe of Proud Immortal Demon Way it was himself, better than even his own creator who didn’t know what he’d done with his own character.

Luo Binghe, wild-eyed, messy haired, filthy, and practically shivering as he crawled out of Shen Yuan’s massive movie-sized poster taped to the back of his door. It had been one of his few official art pieces he had custom printed but now it stood without its centerpiece— the swirling dark smoke with slashes of dramatic red lightning stood empty. Luo Binghe had spilled out into the floor, a mess of robes and his sword clattering on the hardwood.

Shen Yuan couldn’t move him, his limp noodle limbs only able to drag him over to his bed and hauled him up by the armpits. Worse than dragging a sack of rice under each arm. It threw out his back and twisted his ankle a weird way that still made it throb when he walked. He gritted his teeth and rolled him over to his back, gasping for air after far too much exertion.

There was no denying who laid in his bed. The empty poster yawned like an endless void behind his door. Shen Yuan came to accept the fact that he truly didn’t live in some non-magical modern world for long and the possibilities really were endless. He paced the room, well aware of the smell of smoke and blood clinging to him. The poster wasn’t specifically from the Endless Abyss arc, and even though he was pretty much ageless, Shen Yuan could deduce that based on the robes he was already Emperor and probably just had a really bad day. Which meant he was comfortable in his throne and had no qualms about killing.

Which Shen Yuan now faced down the blade of Xin Mo. He gulped. Luo Binghe’s eyes glanced down only for a nanosecond, but leveled his dangerously red eyes back at him.

“You have no reason to deny me,” Luo Binghe snarled. 

“Yeah, but I have a right to deny you. I don’t have to do anything.” Shen Yuan had his phone gripped tightly in his hand, prepared to call the emergency line in case Luo Binghe lunged. What good would it do in the face of a Heavenly Demon Emperor who has stepped out of his literal poster and is now asking for sex to fix everything? What was he doing trying to call for the cops who will probably take their sweet time coming and just find his pulverized body strung up from the ceiling.

“Go find a woman or three, I don’t know,” Shen Yuan’s face flushed, indignant rising high in his throat. “I am not a woman.”

“No, but you owe me. And the least you can do is to dual cultivate with me and restore my powers so I may go back to my world.” There was something unspoken in his statement, a glint in his wild, red eyes. Shen Yuan stepped back but Luo Binghe stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

Shen Yuan didn’t have a chance. His phone flew across the room (with a painful crack he felt deep in his chest) and his back hit the wall. He cried out, struggled to escape the prying hands as it tore at his knit shorts and t-shirt. He was turned around and thrown face down on his bed, socked feet scrambling for purchase against his hardwood floors, unable to find leverage to crawl away. Hands pinned him down.

Panic welled in his chest, his heart leapt to his throat. He struggled, bucking his hips to remove the heavy weight tearing off his shorts and underwear fully, the seams ripping in protest. Something hot pressed to his rear. He opened his mouth to scream but a large hand clamped down over his mouth. 

A pause. The sound of dry skin on skin, something hot and huge pressed against his hole. It stopped. 

“Foul yao, what have you done to me?”

The hand on his mouth was released, the hold slackened enough for Shen Yuan to drop to the ground, scooting as far away as he could and covering himself by dragging his shirt down over his front. When he rolled to face Luo Binghe he clamped his hands over his mouth in shock.

Luo Binghe stood at the foot of his bed, his filthy robes open at the front just enough to free the absolutely massive cock. No, that thing was a weapon, a pillar that arched to the heavens! Or, something that should be hooked to a horse, not a humanoid man. It laid heavy and soft between his legs, a furrow to his brow.

“Your beauty would have been sufficient even though the parts were not my favorite,” said Luo Binghe. “But for some reason it’s not… working.”

Shen Yuan lifted his hands to say, “Erectile dysfunction.” And covered his mouth with his hands again.

“A curse of sorts? I can tell the moment I entered this world my body felt off. I have no access to my cultivation or demon powers. Even my own blood protests my commands.” His face screwed in concentration, no doubt directing the flow of demonic parasitic blood to his dick to make it hard. It gave a pathetic twitch. Shen Yuan almost wanted to laugh. He pressed his palms down harder over his mouth.

“The only way for me to return home is to regain access to my cultivation and feed my sword what it desires— lust. Pray tell me, little yao, how will you help me get home?”

“Uh, you can hire a woman. I’m sure my… parts that is not to your preference is not doing you any favors.”

“And how will we achieve this? Where are your women? We are in this tower trapped away from the city—“

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Luo Binghe exited the love hotel furious. He immediately sniffed out Shen Yuan, who was around the corner at a cafe minding his own business with a latte and a book when a cosplayer came storming in through the doors and straight to Shen Yuan’s table. He grabbed Shen Yuan by the collar and brought his face daringly close, steam practically pouring from his ears.

“She laughed at me,” he hissed.

Shen Yuan was afraid, truly, Luo Binghe was ruthless and wouldn’t hesitate to kill any man. But he had to bite back the laugh when he pictured this demanding, venerable, demon lord in bed with a modern day sex worker and unable to get it up for her. There was something a little comical about the situation.

“Did… did you pay her like I told you to?”

“Of course I rewarded her handsomely for her efforts. The problem lies not in the person, it seems, but something else within me.” Luo Binghe released Shen Yuan’s collar. 

He coughed, straightening his shirt and taking a sip of his latte. “Okay so we should definitely consider erectile dysfunction.” 

It was said softly to avoid drawing any more attention, but a couple of nearby tables had turned away in alarm. 

“You mentioned this… affliction. What kind of curse is this?”

A limp dick kind, he wanted to snark. Instead, he pulled his phone out and did a quick search.

Occurs when a man can’t get or keep an erection firm enough for sexual intercourse. Erectile dysfunction can be a sign of a physical psychological condition. It can cause stress, relationship strain, and low self-confidence. 

“Incredible. You carry a library in your pocket.”

“Not the point but yeah, I do.”

“It says to be evaluated by a doctor. Let us find a physician who can cure my ailment immediately.”

Shen Yuan locked his phone and tucked it away. “That will be a little trickier. I might be able to get my family physician to help but you have no paperwork to indicate who you are, therefore, no doctor will be able to see you without going through administration and appointments.”

“This world gatekeeps their doctors through paperwork… how despicable.”

“Thankfully it’s only appointments and paperwork.”

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The family physician worked in an upscale clinic took Shen Yuan’s word and promised to see the new patient with no questions asked. The only reason the physician had this private practice in the first place was due to Shen Yuan’s mothers sponsorship. Well, minimal questions were asked.

Luo Binghe insisted he would be fine on his own with the doctor but after a few minutes, Dr. Zhao stepped out with a grim look.

“Shen-xiansheng, will you be willing to aid in, er, translation?”

Luo Binghe sat on the paper covered exam chair, his clothes switched out with a hoodie, jeans, and lace up boots this time around, not wanting to make the poor doctor uncomfortable with a cosplayer in full character but, well, he was still in the character of Luo Binghe.

“I demand a cure!” 

“He’s refusing compliance,” Dr. Zhao explained.

“Uh, is there a medicine you can prescribe? Something better than the over the counter stuff?”

The doctor leveled him a look. “I can do that, but if there are any serious side effects, please come back to me immediately, or go to a hospital if it’s an allergic reaction.”

They went over a brief plan to try the meds but the doctor kept shooting them strange looks. He ended their discussion with a warning. “Please be aware that when used improperly it is still a sexual stimulant. Be safe, Shen-xiangshen.”

Shen Yuan, unfortunately, remembered in that second as they left for the pharmacy that Dr. Zhang and his mother were in a book club together, which tended to be more of a gossip session than any actual book discussion. Shen Yuan mentally prepared himself from the fallout of his mother finding out he took a weird guy to the clinic for dick medicine.

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The medicine was put under his name for pickup so now he had that on his medical record. Cool. Luo Binghe took the pill immediately and stood there in the middle of the apartment, expecting his dick to go up suddenly. 

“Give it a bit. When you feel it, go back to that love hotel. I'm not helping you,” said Shen Yuan.

“It will happen when it happens,” said Luo Binghe with a sniffle. His frown deepened. “Your medicine has given me a runny nose.”

Shen Yuan frowned. “Aren’t you immune to that kind of stuff? You just get afflicted with things like aphrodisiacs.”

He sniffed again. “As I should be. My blood is working… overtime in this world. Something about the air itself, thick with its miasma, the food, the very people, has my blood spread thin.”

Shen Yuan arched his brow. “The pollution is getting to you?”

He was not immune to the air either. Sometimes the air quality warnings driving Shen Yuan to remain locked indoors or go out masked at the very least. 

“The pollution?” Luo Binghe questioned, expression dark.

Shen Yuan took a moment to sit him down and explain that with all the tall buildings, people, and machines in the world they experienced the waste of its fumes, the toxic run off, the trash and microplastics. His blood saw all this as invasive and was working hard to keep him from getting sick but apparently in the twelve hours he has been here that is not the case anymore! 

He turned on his air purifiers and had Luo Binghe take some vitamins to strengthen his system at least a tad but by then his nose was runny and pink, his voice taking on a nasally tone. A hot, aromatherapeutic bath helped.

“What about my medicine?” Luo Binghe groused, freshly bathed with his skin flushed pink, his nose looking particularly red. It was supposed to work right away with one pill but Shen Yuan wasn’t going to share that.

“It might take time for it to work, especially with your body obviously fighting off a sickness. I’ll make us tea and get you to bed. Rest is always the best medicine.”

Shen Yuan had a spare bedroom for when his siblings were in town. Untouched and only a little dusty from disuse, but clean regardless. He put the air purifier in there and bade Luo Binghe goodnight. He made sure to lock his bedroom door, at least to slow the pissed off protagonist from breaking into his room.

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Luo Binghe woke up with a nasty cold the following morning. He looked miserable, flushed-face and feverish, his eyes hazy. He started coughing at some point in the night and there weren’t enough tissues to appease his runny nose. Worst of all, he looked completely pissed off.

“The medicine,” he said thickly around a nose full of tissue. “It did this.”

“A cold is a cold. Your body lost the fight against the microplastics. The medicine probably didn’t work because your immune system is compromised. Rest and reset then we can revisit the medicine for your dick.” Shen Yuan wore a mask, not taking a single chance with his own deplorable immune system, but used every trick in the book to aleve Luo Binghe’s symptoms. The good ibuprofen, the good cough medicine, a humidifier, the good tea drizzled with honey.

Luo Binghe laid in bed like a prince afflicted with an incurable disease, switching between whining pitifully and belligerent rage, interspersed with wracking coughing fits.

“You’ve never been sick before,” Shen Yuan noted when he brought Luo Binghe his dinner, simple chicken noodle soup from a can and a fresh mug of tea.

“That wasn’t a question,” said Luo Binghe. He sat propped up by every pillow Shen Yuan could dig up, a blanket draped over his shoulders like a cape. His nose was bright red, his eyes watery and shadowed, his skin pale. He had a temperature, a barely there fever, but enough of an appetite to pick at his soup.

Luo Binghe continued. “You know a lot about me. Personal details. Why?”

Shen Yuan shifted from foot to foot. He retreated briefly to get his tablet, pulling up the Proud Immortal Demon Way main page. He showed Luo Binghe how to navigate and left him to read, taking the half-eaten cold soup back to the kitchen.

There wasn’t a way to explain. How could he? Without his tablet he entertained himself with a real physical book for the evening. He checked on Luo Binghe before bed and found him still sitting propped up, completely focused on the tablet pillowed in his lap. His eyes moved quickly across the page, a furrow to his brow.

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In the time it took for Luo Binghe to spring back from his cold (about two and a half days), he had read all of Proud Immortal Demon Way to the most recent update. He sat on the couch with Shen Yuan sitting clear across the room, wary of his lingering cough and his red-tipped nose. Luo Binghe looked haggard, but a healthy flush had returned to his cheeks and his nose was only a little runny. He sniffed, mostly from displeasure, the tablet propped up in his lap.

“You have all this knowledge of me and my past, all of my weaknesses, laid bare from this tablet. You have access to it from that library in your pocket. This is available to many, many people besides yourself. I exist in this world in the form of a story.” The conclusion had come to him at some point and he seemed less… mad about all this.

Shen Yuan grimaced. “It’s invasive, I could only imagine.”

Luo Binghe leaned back, his head tilting like a king surveying his pathetic court. Shen Yuan shifted in his seat.

“And what do you plan on doing with this intimate knowledge you have of me?” Luo Binghe got up from the chair and made his way over to Shen Yuan, stalking like a predator closing in on his prey. His runny nose gave Shen Yuan the jolt he needed to jump up from the chair and put more space between them.

Luo Binghe sneered, an armchair between them. “Don’t play games with me, little yao. I will not chase you.” 

“Then stop coming closer and I’ll stop running away. You’re sick and I don’t want it!” Shen Yuan felt like food being played with, Luo Binghe stomping after him. “Stop trying to intimidate me!”

There was something comical about the situation. Shen Yuan couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of Luo Binghe dodging after him around the furniture, the kitchen island. Shen Yaun ran down the hall and jumped over his bed to avert him. 

But Luo Binghe could catch him easily. He was truly playing with him with that glower on his face.

Shen Yuan turned the tables. It was a gamble but he quickly turned around the corner of the hall and slammed his palm into the wall, trapping Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe was taller than him by a solid half a foot, Shen Yuan eye level with his mouth. It smirked at him, Luo Binghe leaning casually into the wall.

“You wouldn’t survive out there if it weren’t for me. This world is completely different from yours. Stop messing around because you need me,” Shen Yuan hissed.

Luo Binghe quirked a stupidly perfect brow. “Bold of you. Who’s to say I won’t kill you now?” He bared his pearly white teeth, the canines too sharp to be cute.

“Because you haven’t yet,” Shen Yuan said boldly.

Luo Binghe threw back his head with a laugh that quickly broke off into a cough. Shen Yuan jumped back, suddenly too aware of how close he’d been. He’d smelled nice, like the herbal tea and honey, mint, and something more earthy and spiced.

“This wretched illness!” Luo Binghe said between hacks. “How I may lay this curse upon you, little yao!”

“No you don’t ‘cause I know you wouldn’t take care of me.” Shen Yuan retreated into the bathroom and quickly washed his hands and face. “I’d be better off by myself! You have to stay away from me and everyone else while you’re like this. It won't kill them but it’s certainly not something anyone wants.”

“This is one of the worst tortures,” grumbled Luo Binghe.

“It’s the common cold. You better be grateful it’s not something like—“

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Shen Yuan woke up stuffed up and hot. He sent a curse to Luo Binghe.

“My medicine!” Luo Binghe announced, kicking down the door. “Has yet to work!”

Shen Yuan grumbled and rolled over. “Give it time.”

“What ails you? Why are you not up yet? It is the hour of chen shi.”

Shen Yuan gave a pathetic cough as his response, sticking a heavy, aching arm from his covers to wave him off. “Do whatever. I’ll order us food later. Tell me when you’re hungry.” 

Luo Binghe stood at the doorway for a few moments longer in silence before turning and leaving. Shen Yuan had already started to drift, his cold medicine not doing much to keep him awake but alleviated the onset of symptoms.

Some time later, Luo Binghe kicked open his door again. He startled awake, disoriented and now burning with his fever. Luo Binghe carried a tray with something streaming on it. Shen Yuan couldn’t smell, let alone breath, very well. 

The tray had one of his nice bowls he saved for when company was over with a healthy serving of congee, a sprinkle of ginger, chicken, and scallions. There was a mug of tea, minty with a spoonful of honey, and the same tablets Shen Yuan had given Luo Binghe for his cold along with a fresh bottle of water and slices of oranges. 

Luo Binghe didn’t say anything, simply helped him sit up and placed the tray in his lap, shoving the spoon into his hand. He turned and left before Shen Yuan could get a word out.

Up close he could sort of smell it through his stuffy nose. The congee smelled divine, perfectly fluffy and snowy white. He wondered briefly how Luo Binghe ordered it but the first bite proved him otherwise.

This was—! The protagonist had cooked him a meal! If he wasn’t so sick he would have devoured the whole thing in one go but the fever had taken a toll on his appetite. He ate slowly, savoring the taste on the back of his tongue. Most of it was gone and he finished with the orange slices and hot tea. Luo Binghe did not return, not like Shen Yuan was expecting him to check in like a server and ask him how his meal was, if he needed anything, etc. 

Shen Yuan put the tray on his desk and crawled into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

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The next couple of days were a blur of his sickness, just sleeping, coughing, eating congee and soup, and long baths. He mostly stuck to his room, hoarding all the medication and only stepping out with a blanket mantle to refill his water. When he safely emerged from his hole (the bed) Luo Binghe had managed to take apart, clean, and rearrange his whole apartment. From what he could tell, Luo Binghe had been going on daily walks as soon as he could leave and walking crazy long distances then back. 

“You’re the one who will cure me,” Luo Binghe had decided without asking.

“I took care of you through your first ever cold, how else am I— oh.” Shen Yuan didn’t like the realization of what Luo Binghe meant.

“You will suffice. I tire of this world and need to return to my realm. Now that you are well and I have been using my medication. I am ready.”

Shen Yuan froze. “You’ve been taking your Via— the medicine everyday.”

“Yes.”

“And it’s… worked?”

Luo Binghe shrugged. “I feel the beginnings of arousal so I am sure once I start I will be fine. I will go take it right now and we may begin.”

Shen Yuan didn’t like this. Well, okay. So he had some thoughts after Luo Binghe had pushed him down and ripped his pants off. A lot of thinking had been done in the heat of his fever and the periods of his cold where he couldn’t do much but lay there spaced out. He came to the conclusion that he was not opposed but it would probably be a one time thing, an exception of sorts. To be honest, who wouldn’t want a chance to bed the protagonist?!

He concluded that he shouldn’t let this opportunity slip by without trying it once. He still had plans to marry a woman and have two to three kids in the future. Who cares if his past is a little fruity?

… This will go down with him to the grave.

“Not in my sick bed I still need the sheets washed,” he said.

Luo Binghe nodded. “Mine are clean. Thanks to your device, I was able to do proper research in laying with a man. I feel my knowledge is sufficient.”

Shen Yuan’s knowledge was probably sufficient. “Fine. Let me shower.”

“Too many steps.” Lup Binghe didn’t give Shen Yuan a chance. Once more, he was grabbed and dragged down the hall into Luo Binghe’s temporary abode. He had kept it spotless, as if no one was currently residing in it, with the clothes Shen Yuan had ordered him neatly put away. He wore his modern clothes so well, his loose sweatpants and hoodie fitting him all too well for something that was loose and comfortable.

Luo Binghe stripped naked in moments and tossed Shen Yuan on the neatly made bed. He wheezed, his chest and sinuses still protesting. He laid sprawled and naked across the plush bedding. Luo Binghe crawled up the bed, prowling like a hunting cat, languid and dangerous. Shen Yuan curled his knees up to cover his front but big hands gripped his knees and yanked them apart.

Shen Yuan bit back a yelp as Luo Binghe’s hot mouth descended, licking and kissing his midsection down to his core, the patch of hair, his soft inner thighs. Heat flared, his nerves alight already as arousal curled in his core. He grabbed the duvet just to hold onto something, his knees spread wide and pinned flat to the bed as a hot tongue traced up to the junction of his thigh. 

The first press of lips sent Shen Yuan reeling. He gasped, his breath hitching high in his chest as a tongue traced up the length of his shaft, kissing his head. He dared to look down to see Luo Binghe between his butterfly pinned thighs, black hair cascading over broad shoulders and spilling across his thighs. He looked up from under thick, dark lashes, his pink tongue poking out to drag up and down Shen Yuan’s length. 

His cock hardened quickly from, admittedly, never receiving a blow job.

Okay, listen. He had a girlfriend in college. They did it once or twice, they made out, but she had never liked the idea of putting his dick in her mouth. They were together for just under a year before amicably breaking it off. He had not dated since. This was the most action he’d gotten outside of his own hand in a solid number of years. He couldn’t blame the quick reaction to the touches on his cock.

It only took Luo Binghe’s lips and tongue to get him hard, his knees still pinned wide, his thighs burning almost pleasantly from the stretch. His legs twitch in an attempt to slam shut but Luo Binghe pinned him harder.

His cock was engulfed by his mouth, the head sucked hard enough to make Shen Yuan’s eyes roll back. A hot shock of pleasure coursed through him, zapping his nerves as the hot heat swallowed him whole. Luo Binghe looked up at him from underneath thick lashes, brows furrowed, that even with a cock in his mouth he still had a quirk to the corners of his lips like an incubus devouring his prey.

Unfortunately, all the kissing and touching didn’t leave room for Shen Yuan to last long. He writhed, attempted to pull away, to not come down the protagonist’s throat, but Luo Binghe had him pinned to the bed without so much as wiggle room to rock his hips away. He cried out in vain, hot lightning coursing through his blood as the shock of pleasure overcame him.

Luo Binghe sat back on his heels, rubbing away a bit of cum from his lip with his thumb and licking it away. His eyes were dark, dangerous, hungry. But his cock hung heavy and limp between his thighs, not even a little excited! Shen Yuan wanted to feel hurt but remembered this guy had a very specific problem. 

“Not enough. Your turn.” Luo Binghe didn’t give Shen Yuan a moment to mellow out in his post-orgasmic haze. He grabbed him by the waist and threw him off the bed. Shen Yuan yelped as his knees hit the rug and he was manhandled into kneeling at the bedside. Luo Binghe sat at the edge, legs spread, cock hanging limp over the edge of the bed. 

It was… way too big! Shen Yuan didn’t want that thing anywhere near any of his orifices! It was as long as his forearm already and he knew Luo Binghe only got larger with arousal! He read all those cheap paragraphs about the amazement of his conquests as his cock just got bigger with arousal! And he wants Shen Yuan to put that thing in his mouth?!

“No,” he said, pressing his palms into his knees.

“The least you could do after I gave you attention is to return the favor. I need to go home. And you are going to help me.” Luo Binghe grabbed the back of Shen Yuan’s head and dragged him forward, fingers tangled in his hair, trapping him with no way to run.

Shen Yuan gulped. It smelled hot and musky, a bit like something earthy and warmly spiced. And soap, Shen Yuan’s body soap to be exact, the fresh cedar and balsam stuck to the edges of his skin. Tentatively, he took the massive girth in his hand. It was heavy, hot, and flopped around uncomfortably as he brought it up to his mouth. He gave the head a tentative lick.

He figured kissing and licking would be fine, maybe rubbing the rest with his hands to get him going. He, obviously, had never given a blow job either and was lost in the waters. All he knew was from the written word of girls swirling their tongue and bobbing their head until they cried from it being crammed down their throat and pumping cum—

Shen Yuan licked and kissed the length, getting it sort of wet and lubed up as he jerked it slowly at the base. It didn’t even twitch. He took the soft head between his lips like he would a popsicle and gave it a swirl, tasting the musky skin. He dared not to look up, but the hand tangled in his hair clenched harder, pulling at his scalp. He grunted from the shock of pleasure-pain. 

The kisses and licks weren’t doing enough. He took the head into his mouth and sucked, his mouth stretched painfully wide. The foreskin was too soft, dragging against his teeth.

… Even someone asleep should at least have reacted by now! Was Luo Binghe’s dick actually broken?!

With renewed fire, he began bobbing his head up and down the limp shaft, the head pushing dangerously far down the back of his throat. He kept pumping the rest of the length with his hand, accidentally nicking the soft underside with his teeth every so often.

Luo Binghe hissed and dragged him off his cock. Shen Yuan was thrown to the ground, jaw aching and coughing from the head momentarily pushing too far down his throat.

“Enough! Clearly we need to try something else.” Luo Binghe shot to his feet and stormed about gathering his clothes, his dick swinging sadly between his legs.

Shen Yuan stayed on the floor for a moment, working his jaw and clearing his throat. “Uh, I’ll Google something.”

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Luo Binghe leaned back on the couch, legs spread wide in his sweatpants with the obvious line of his massive cock trapped against his thigh. Shen Yuan hated this, perching himself on the clear other end of the couch and clicking through videos on the TV.

His big dick drives me crazy, next. Making her scream and cry and squirt, next. Pounding five holes, next. Luo Binghe didn’t stop him and he was going to keep scrolling until Luo Binghe told him to select a video. He hated having to project porn on his TV like some pervert.

“Stop.” Luo Binghe finally ordered. “Go back.”

Shen Yuan scrolled back. Twink gets annihilated by my monster cock. The thumbnail showed some skinny guy’s round ass being grabbed by large, clearly male, hands. Shen Yuan selected it.

The video was forty-five minutes long. It started out with a waifish guy in a too-tight V-neck flirting with his housemate. The obvious top of the video, a guy with broad shoulders and a chest barely contained in his own too small shirt, took the first sign from the twink and ran with it. Barely five minutes into the bad dialogue and shoddy camera work did the top throw the twink over the edge of the very deep sex couch and ground his obviously large clothed boner into the twink’s covered ass.

Shen Yuan brought his knees up to his chest, curling his arms around his shins to hold himself close. Across the couch, Luo Binghe was rubbing a hand over his crotch.

The twink had glasses, similar to Shen Yuan’s computer glasses with the square frames. They were knocked askew as his eyes rolled back, mouth dropping into a forced moan as the top yanked his too tight jeans down and played with the butt plug he already had on, fucking him fiercely with barely any warmup. Did the twink plan for his roommate to take him that day or did he just like wearing butt plugs?!

Shen Yuan hated this. He watched his porn with the audio off, skipping across until he got to the good parts, then kept skipping if the moment dragged on for too long. He hated the dialogue, wanting to keep himself separated from any convoluted plot a porn could come up with. 

Luo Binghe had his dick out over the band of his sweatpants, heavy and limp in his hand as he stroked it expertly, slicked with some lotion Shen Yuan had let him borrow.

The video continued, the twink was plowed over the arm of the couch with numerous camera angles, the massive dick of the top splitting him wide open and drawing gasping screams and moans. They moved onto the couch fully, the top taunting him for coming so fast and producing a cock ring from nowhere and forcing it around the twink’s much smaller dick. 

Shen Yuan didn’t like that Luo Binghe was probably taking mental notes as he jerked off his soft dick. 

Further on, they top fucked the twink on the couch, leaning against the back cushions with the twink pressed back to chest, baring his front and spread legs to the viewers as a massive cock with huge bouncing balls fucked into him. He cried and squirmed, cum leaking from the tip of his cock, more frothing at his hole. 

They were only halfway through the video. Shen Yuan felt sort of bad for the twink but he was probably getting a pretty good check for this. They finally moved away from the couch but didn’t make it far, hoisting the twink up against the stairs and fucking him across the steps, their bodies contourted to hold themselves against the incline, the twink holding onto the railing for dear life. 

When they finally made it to the bedroom, the twink was tossed to the bed and spanked several times, his hole fucked with three thick fingers to drag cum from the swollen, abused mess and dripped down his thighs, then was fucked some more by the massive dick. 

Shen Yuan made an effort to just scroll on his phone, but between the loud sound of the porn and the obvious slick sound of Luo Binghe jerking himself off, he couldn’t read a single word on his screen.

“Put that down. Come help me,” Luo Binghe growled. His cheeks were flushed with frustration, hand working furiously over the cock where it remained limp and shiny in his hand.

Shen Yuan shook his head, pulling his knees closer.

“Little yao, I can smell your arousal. Come here.” It was never a request. He reached across the couch and grabbed Shen Yuan’s arm, dragging him over and into his lap. 

Fine, it was only natural to have a reaction having porn blasted into his face for the last thirty minutes! His hard cock was pressed against his loose pants, tenting the front where his legs were spread over Luo Binghe’s hips. He wasted no time in freeing his cock and lining it up against the pathetically limp monstrosity. Shen Yuan gasped as his already sensitive length was squished up against the heavenly pillar and squeezed between Luo Binghe’s hand. 

Very quickly the low level burn of arousal burst to a boiling point when Luo Binghe’s expert hands rubbed their cocks together. The size comparison was almost comical, Shen Yuan fine with his average dick size that had a pretty decent girth looked small in comparison to the horse cock Luo Binghe carried around. It certainly didn’t help Shen Yuan’s ego!

Shen Yuan grabbed his shoulders to hang on, his back finally to the porn but he could still hear the moans and screams, the wet sound of their coupling, the slap of skin on skin. In front of him, caught in the tiny space between him and Luo Binghe, their breaths echoed even louder, finally drowning out the porn. Liquid arousal drizzled up his spine, his thighs trembling from the hot, slick hands and cock squeezing him tight. His own cock was hard and red, the head leaking at the tip, oozing down the side and sticking to Luo Binghe’s cock. 

He didn’t want to look. He threw his head back with a gasp, his hips unconsciously rolling into Luo Binghe’s hand and cock. A hot mouth latched onto his exposed throat, suckling the skin and igniting fresh shocks of pleasure through his core. He bit back a moan.

The moans from the TV rose into a crescendo. The sound was quickly washing away to the heartbeat pounding in Shen Yuan’s ears. His orgasm was quickly swelling in his core, his body trembling as he reached a precipice. He came with a cry, his cock squeezed and twisted just so to drag out his pleasure. He shook apart, nails digging into Luo Binghe’s shoulders as teeth ground into his neck.

He sank noodle-limped into Luo Binghe, panting and steadying himself. His cock quickly softened as Luo Binghe released him, their cocks pressed together all hot and sticky.

“Did you… did you feel something? Did you get it?” Shen Yuan asked breathlessly, struggling to push himself up from the nook of Luo Binghe’s shoulder.

Luo Binghe pushed him off back onto the couch. The sudden movement had Shen Yuan scrambling out of his post-orgasmic sedation. He curled his legs up to cover his front, his dick limp and sticky. Luo Binghe stood up, facing the TV, the waistband of his pants still pulled down enough where his limp dick, shiny with lotion and Shen Yuna’s cum, hung soft without so much as a twitch.

“I felt aroused. I was enjoying the show. And you made it better, made it enough for me to feel hot and I liked it. But it didn’t work.” His eyes were glued to the TV as he spoke.

The porn website had autoplayed to the next video. This time it didn’t show who was taking apart the center star, a man with a broad chest and large dick with his thighs spread wide as an even bigger, meatier cock took him apart. His cock was slapped, called useless, the man on screen unable to even defend himself with his wrists strapped to his thighs.

Shen Yuan wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being tied up, his cock trapped, or even fucked on some staircase. He tucked his cock away and shuffled off the couch, grabbing his phone and making a beeline for the door. Luo Binghe didn’t move to stop him as he shoved his feet into some shoes and grabbed a jacket, the heavy front door slamming shut behind him.

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Sure, Shen Yuan ran away. He didn’t like how Luo Binghe’s eyes were glued to the screen like that, didn’t like the ideas of what he would potentially do to him. He barely ever got himself off, just enough to get the edge off, and here he’s had two aggressive orgasms at the hands of another in the span of a day. He was tired, he was wrung dry, and now he just wanted a little private time to think and not be sexually harassed.

The twenty-four hour cafe was open at this hour. He only had his phone to read from and wished he at least had a book or laptop to keep him company but so be it. He ordered a tea latte and a scone, sitting in one of the hushed corners to find a webnovel to read for a while. 

It had been late when he arrived and he was content to sit there until his butt hurt. Around two in the morning and after another tea latte did he finally return to his apartment. 

The lights were on but the TV was thankfully off. Luo Binghe was sitting on the armchair, showered with his damp hair slightly curled. He almost looked like a mother waiting for her child who’d snuck out and was coming home late. Shen Yuan certainly felt like that as Luo Binghe watched him come in, kicking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket.

“I have a proposal,” said Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan approached the living room but stayed behind the couch, keeping furniture between them. Luo Binghe continued. “I watched more videos while you were away and learned that we should change tactics. I did a lot of thinking and concluded I have nothing else to lose. You will fuck me.”

“What?” Shen Yuan didn’t think he heard him right. Fuck the protagonist?

“You have been upset and rejected me because I, as a man, understand the humiliation of being overcome by another man. I have always dominated my bed partners, never daring to leave my pleasure to their hands so totally. But a few of the performances had convinced me to at least… try and see if it will work. Perhaps something new will trick my body. I may not like it at all.”

“Well—! I didn’t exactly reject you, I just— it’s—!” Shen Yuan blushed. “I can’t! I can’t fuck you!”

“Yes you can, simply follow the instructions. It will save you the indignity of being taken by a beast like me and I will get to go home.”

“That’s not it!” Shen Yuan flustered. “You—! You’re putting words in my mouth!”

“Have you not denied me since the moment I arrived?!”

“Yes! Because I’ve never had gay sex before and I don’t know what to do so how am I supposed to help you when I barely know how to do this anyway?! And now you want me to fuck you instead after you’ve been demaning to fuck me this entire time?”

“Oh, a shame, really. I will simply instruct you.”

Shen Yuan didn’t want to and this protagonist wasn’t taking no for an answer! He was tired he’s been out of work the past week and a half dealing with this situation (claiming sick, which wasn’t too far fetched as he did get sick a lot and he did actually get a cold so that phone call was fairly convincing). But he didn’t want to fuck him right now! 

… But he wasn’t going to say that the idea hadn’t flitted across his mind during his feverish haze. 

“Not tonight,” he acquiesced. “I’m tired and I’ve already done something with you twice today. I’m at my limit.”

“No,” Luo Binghe, once more, denied him. “Tonight. I’ve been here long enough and you need to get me home now.”

That cursed sword had sat in their peripheral this whole time, sitting quietly without so much as a shiver of evil miasma. It was just a regular black blade. Completely void of its malice, perhaps both muffled by the lack of natural qi in this world and its battery being dead. The battery being Luo Binghe. Or, Shen Yuan really couldn’t feel qi energy.

Fine. There was no way he would win this argument. Luo Binghe always got what he wanted.

There were… other ways he could make this work. He was tired, it was late and the hour he should be asleep, or minimally in bed to read on his phone. Nor was his dick in any condition to keep going. 

“We’ll try something but I’m not fucking you until tomorrow. We can still… do stuff… and we can get creative,” he finally compromised.

They ended up back in Luo Binghe’s bed, Luo Binghe naked with his legs spread wide and Shen Yuan fully clothed situated between his thighs. He gingerly moved the monstrous cock out of his way, resting it limply against his hip bone. His balls were a little bit in the way but he wasn’t totally comfortable just holding them up.

“Hold your balls up for me I can’t see,” he said. 

Somehow, Luo Binghe complied. He reached down and cupped his balls out of the way. His dark eyes were piercing, tracking each of Shen Yuan’s movements as he uncapped the lube and squirted a bit on his fingers. He took his time, having Googled some instructions right before they crawled into bed.

He rubbed his fingers around the furled hole. Luo Binghe twitched at the initial touch, sucking in a sharp breath. He was tense but forced himself to relax. The first press of his pointer finger seemed to send a ripple through Luo Binghe’s body. Shen Yuan continued slowly, pushing in slowly, in and out. It was hot, tight, clenching sporadically around his finger. Luo Binghe gasped the moment the whole digit sank to the last knuckle.

And his cock twitched. With the second finger pressing in, slowly stretching his rim, his cock seemed to unfurl as it hardened. Luo Binghe panted, his chest heaving as a flush swept across his cheeks. His eyes were on fire, focused in on Shen Yuan as he pushed the third finger in. 

He barely got a few thrusts before the cock was fully hard, bobbing dangerously, it's head red and swollen. After too long of trying and probably the longest Luo Binhe had gone without sex, it didn’t take much for him to come. 

It was a gasp, a whoosh of air leaving his lungs as his cock twitched and spurted across his abdomen. There was a copious amount, perhaps from being backed up for nearly two weeks. His hole clenched iron-tight and fluttered around his fingers.

The bedside clock read that it hadn’t been ten minutes yet. Shen Yuan leaned back and started to remove his fingers when Luo Binghe’s hand shot down to grab his wrist. The other hand still held his balls, now in an iron grip, the flesh squished between his fingers flushed.

“No, keep going. More,” Luo Binghe demanded.

Shen Yuan shrugged and pushed his fingers back in, this time actively fucking him, curling his fingers around and trying to find that alleged sweet spot— oh, there it is.

The little bundle of nerves sent Luo Binghe reeling. He cried out, his back arching off the bed, his cock bouncing off his hip with more cum spurting from its head, dripping down its pulsing shaft. The hand holding his balls shook, squeezed. Shen Yuan knocked the hand out of the way, proceeded to throw his whole shoulder into fucking him.

A third orgasm, harder than the first two, had Luo Binghe writhing. His legs kicked out, almost fighting it off with how much he squirmed and moaned. Shen Yuan gritted his teeth as he used his free arm to pin his hips to the bed, cramming his pinky in with the other three fingers and throwing his weight into him, harder and faster. 

Luo Binghe’s dark eyes were wide and glassy, his lips bitten red. There was cum up to his chin. Splattered across his chest and abdomen, constantly oozing from the tip of his swollen cock. It was as if the floodgates had opened. His mouth gaped soundlessly like a fish out of water, no words but choked off moans and gasps. 

Shen Yuan curled his fingers where he now knew where the prostate sat and pinched it with his thumb on his taint, squeezing him harshly as he dragged his fingers out. Luo Binghe moan broke off into a cry, his hips fighting to roll, his thighs clamping harsh around Shen Yuan’s shoulders. He came hard. 

It took a while for this orgasm to roll away, Shen Yuan slowing his thrusts to something more steady and shallow. His own cock twitched in his pants, interested but not ready. Heat pooled in his core at the sight of Luo Binghe sprawled out, flushed and limp, covered in his own pleasure as it pooled in his abs and dripped down his waist. 

There was no protest as he finally removed his fingers and wiped them down on the sheets. His fingers were a little pruney and aching, especially around his wrist, but Luo Binghe had finally shut up and crashed out on the bed with his eyes closed, his labored breaths finally slowing. 

Shen Yuan crawled off the bed and retrieved a warm damp washcloth to wipe him down with, but a shower would be much better. He washed his hands thoroughly. When he returned from dumping the washcloth in the laundry he found Luo Binghe dead asleep, rolled over to his side and a blanket half-assedly tugged over his thighs. Shen Yuan fully covered him and took a moment to admire his sleeping face. Long, inky lashes, his hair curling around his temples from the drying sweat. There was pink high on his cheeks, his lips bitten red. He slept so angelically Shen Yuan forgot in the moment he could still kill him easily. 

When he went to bed in his own bedroom he rolled over on his side to read and found himself overnight shipping a little something for Luo Binghe.

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Shen Yuan woke up hot. Hands were on him, maneuvering him. His dreams had been weird and… well… horny. He couldn’t remember but the low level of arousal simmered in his core. He squirmed but rough hands pinned his hips and something wet engulfed his cock.

He jerked awake, scrambling to orient himself. Something— someone— had his cock in their mouth and was sucking him down. He cried out, throwing his blankets off and kicking his legs out to free himself.

Luo Binghe laid across the foot of his bed, completely naked and Shen Yuan’s cock completely swallowed whole down to the root. Shen Yuan grabbed his scalp, attempting to rip him off, but Luo Binghe looked at him with dark eyes and hollowed out his cheeks, holding him tighter.

“What are you doing!” He yelled out groggily, voice hoarse and scratchy from sleep. Did he get dropped into a hentai!? Cut the cameras now he was not doing this.

Luo Binghe finally released the cock with a pop. He kept a hand on his shaft, slowly pumping him to keep him hard. His eyes were black with arousal, burning straight through Shen Yuan’s skin to his core. “You said tomorrow. It is tomorrow. I wanted for you to wake up but you took your sweet time sleeping. I decided to get started with or without you.”

Shen Yuan fumbled for his bedside table, struggling to pull himself up with a hand gripping his cock and half of Luo Binghe’s weight on his legs. The time was barely after eight. The charge of adrenaline and dopamine shocked him awake but his eyes were still protesting the sharp morning light, heavy with dregs of sleep. He rubbed his face, patted his cheeks in an attempt to wake up, smacked Luo Binghe’s mouth away as it crept toward his cock again.

“Not even until after breakfast?” Shen Yuan tried sitting up but strong hands pinned him to the mattress. He was naked from the waist down, save for a single sock on his left foot that had survived the night, his button up sleep shirt crumpled around his chest. Was that a love bite on his hip bone?!

“No. Now.” Luo Binghe rose to his knees and crawled up the bed. He was completely naked, his cock red and half-hard. Shen Yuan almost regretted breaking whatever barrier that kept that heavenly pillar flaccid because there was apparently no going back.

Luo Binghe straddled his hips, pumping Shen Yuan’s cock in hand and balancing himself with the other to guide himself down. Shen Yuan had seconds to panic, realize he was truly losing his gay virginity now, that there was no going back, and wondered how events had turned this way, that it was the hot-blooded stallion protagonist taking his dick up his ass.

The pressure was hot, a vice grip that had Shen Yuan knocking his head back and sucking in a sharp breath. Luo Binghe gasped, inching his hips down his length, brow furrowed as the slick length pushed inside his heat. When he was fully seated did something shiver through Luo Binghe.

His eyes were wide and glazed over, his mouth dropped open in a silent gasp. And something clicked in Shen Yuan.

He gripped Luo Binghe’s hips and pulled him up, dragging him half off his cock. Luo Binghe moaned from the friction, allowing himself to be maneuvered as Shen Yuan planted his feet on the bed and thrusted upward hard. Luo Binghe cried out at the hot drag of Shen Yuan’s cock, dropping down to meet his thrusts. He was so tight, hot, swallowing him greedily with every upward pull. Shen Yuan was getting dizzy with heat, electricity buzzing in his nerves. Luo Binghe’s mouth dropped open and he released the most irrevocably decadent moans.

The push and pull, the rolling of their hips, Luo Binghe’s cock bouncing between them and slapping Shen Yuan’s abdomen leaving streaks of cum. Luo Binghe leaned back against his knees, baring the length of his body, his heaving, flushed chest, as he cried out from the change in angle. 

This was… this was too much, too hot. Luo Binghe fucked himself in earnest, an incoherent stream of moans and jumbled words spilling from his throat. His head lolled back. Shen Yuan grabbed his waist and tilted him forward, forcing Luo Binghe to hold himself up with shaking arms on the bed as he fucked his hips back on Shen Yuan’s cock with the weight of his whole body. 

Like this Shen Yuan could see his face properly, the heated eyes clouded in pleasure and the drool-slicked lips begging to be kissed. Shen Yuan couldn’t help but surge up and suck his tongue into his mouth pulling a cry from his throat and swallowing it whole.

Luo Binghe didn’t last long, his hips stuttering and a choked-off cry marked his end. He came hard, sinking into Shen Yuan as his body tensed and convulsed with pleasure. Thick, hot ropes of cum splattered across their pressed chests. A long, guttural moan tore from his chest and reverberated through Shen Yuan’s nerves. 

He sat up, dazed and his cock barely flagging, drool slick on his chin, and kept languidly rolling his hips and clenching his hole around Shen Yuan to entice him to come. He did, the stimulation too much even for him and he rocked into Luo Binghe, spilling deep into his core.

Luo Binghe was heaving, glassy-eyed and flushed, but didn’t remove himself from his hips. He could certainly go for more, but Shen Yuan’s refractory period wasn’t that good.

Or, it shouldn’t be, his cock hadn’t waned after the orgasm and remained firm in Luo Binghe’s hold. Realization dawned when Luo Binghe smiled down at him wickedly, rolling his hips again and sending a hot bolt of pleasure up his spine.

“What—?” 

“You have a below average stamina when it comes to the bedroom,” Luo Binghe cooed. “I took matters into my own hands before you awoke. I made a simple tincture with the medicine and fed you a few drops before we started. Today, we’re done when I say we’re done.”

The flip from being this overbearing, demanding stallion protagonist to a whimpering mess then back gave Shen Yuan whiplash. But, now knowing that he was screwed either way, and that he was probably the only one who knew how to turn Luo Binghe to mush, he wasn’t going to go down so easily.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Shen Yuan surged up and knocked Luo Binghe flat on his back. Shen Yuan tore the half-unbuttoned shirt off and tossed it aside and pressed himself between Luo Binghe’s thighs. His hole was glistening, wet with saliva, lube, and remnants of cum. Shen Yuan pulled his legs wide and swiftly pushed inside. Luo Binghe jerked, cried out, and turned into that melted pile of incoherent mush. 

Shen Yuan shoved his knees up and over, pressing into his shoulders and kicking his heels into the air as he laid Luo Binghe flat and fucked him with all he had. Luo Binghe cried out, writhing under his hold, coming with just a few thrusts but kept an iron hold on Shen Yuan’s shoulders.

“M-more!” Luo Binghe gasped. “More! Keep going!”

In all honesty, Shen Yuan was fairly active, as in, he did cardio and went on walks regularly. But the thrusting action left a burn in his abs that made him wonder if it was too late to start weightlifting, or at least start building his core muscles better because it hadn’t been long and he was already feeling the ache.

He kept going, pushing past the ache and thinking a nice bath with some Epsom salts would do wonders for both of them after this. He pressed Luo Binghe into the plush mattress and drove into him with renewed strength. Luo Binghe’s eyes were wet with unshed tears, gasping around his moans and scrambling to gain a hold of his shoulders to hang onto something in his blinding pleasure.

It took another orgasm for Luo Binghe to release him, shivering apart with gut-deep moans as he fell limp into the bed. His cock, still hard and a burning red, laid heavily across his abdomen in its rivelets and pools of cum still oozing from its tip.

At that moment, Shen Yuan had caught a glimpse of his phone lighting up. A notification that his package had arrived.

He disentangled himself from Luo Binghe’s limbs who reached out to snatch him back in bed. Shen Yuan hushed him, crawling to the edge of the bed and gingerly stood up. He hadn’t even properly stretched and after two orgasms with his dick still rock hard his knees buckled when he tried to stand. He shook it off, stretching out his waist and back momentarily.

“I’ll be back. Stay right there. Touch yourself or something, I don’t care.” Shen Yuan pulled his house robe off the hook behind his door and wrapped himself in it, sticking his hands in the pockets to pull it over his crotch and hide the uncomfortable hardness. 

He washed his hands and splashed water on his face before heading to the front door. Thank you, overnight shipping. A nondescript package sat on his doormat. He grabbed it and brought it inside quickly. 

He wondered briefly if he should disinfect it but figured Luo Binghe’s parasitic blood had acclimated to the new environment. Luo Binghe would also probably get mad if he took a second to boil some water.

A quick wash in the sink with the good antibacterial soap will do. He came back to the bedroom with package in hand to find Luo Binghe laying spread out in the middle, one hand working quickly over his cock and the other three fingers deep in his hole. He moaned and rolled his hips, working his cock faster as Shen Yuan stripped off the robe and climbed back into the messy sheets.

“Come first, then I’ll show you what I have. It’s for you.” 

Lup Binghe’s eyes rolled back as he came within seconds, squeezing his cock as hot cum spurted from the tip and dripped down his fist over the fingers fucking his hole furiously. He sank back, hazy-eyed and drunk on dopamine as Shen Yuan crawled to sit between his sticky thighs.

It was a cock ring, similar to the one in the porn that caught Luo Binghe’s attention, but this had an extra brace to wrap around his balls and a little egg attached to the main ring. Shen Yuan unlatched it and placed the main ring down Luo Binghe’s sticky shaft and locked and locked the second ring in place around his balls, holding him snuggly in black silicone. There was a nondescript button on the side of the little egg that pressed to the underside of the base. Shen Yuan left that alone. 

Luo Binghe took in a shuddering breath. Somehow he’d turned docile, almost sweet, the demands gone from his tongue as he obediently rolled over and lifted his hips on shaking knees, his heavy, hard cock swinging between his thighs and dragging across the sweat and cum soaked sheets. 

Shen Yuan gripped his hips as he pressed his cock back into his hot hole. It was sopping wet, cum frothing around his rim as Shen Yuan fucked into him. Luo Binghe melted into the bed, propped up only by his quivering knees, his pornographic moans barely muffled by the sheets he gnawed on. 

The heat of the moment must have gotten to Shen Yuan because he opened his mouth and said, “That stupidly big cock of yours is so useless here, huh? You used it to fuck so many girls and now suddenly its nothing. You can’t use it on me, can you?”

He reached around and gave it a squeeze around the base. Luo Binghe’s hole clenched from the touch, his body taut like a bow string as another orgasm threatened to roll through him. Shen Yuan sped up the process by touching the sensitive button at the base. The little egg sent pulses of vibrations up Luo Binghe’s cock. He screamed and came, his whole body shaking apart. Shen Yuan didn’t stop fucking him, pushing him past the point of oversensitivity until the orgasm rolled into the next one.

Luo Binghe practically sobbed as Shen Yuan tangled his hands in his thick mane of hair and yanked his head back to bare his throat, a little too gleefully on his part. His back arched in a delicious bow. 

“Good boy,” Shen Yuan cooed. Luo Binghe seemed to melt further into his hold, his jaw dropping open with a pitched moan, his hole clenching Shen Yuan’s cock in a vice grip.

He came, sinking deep into Luo Binghe to spill his release, his hips stuttering. His cock finally started to flagellate but the orgasm that overtook Luo Binghe shortly after still left his cock pulsing, the spurts of cum less viscous.

Shen Yuan hadn’t seen the sword since its arrival and wondered how charged up it was by now. Luo Binghe swayed, sinking into the bedding, chest heaving as his consciousness floated away. Shen Yuan pushed up over to lay flat on his back. Luo Binghe grumbled, but his eyes fluttered closed. Shen Yuan crawled off the bed and got them cleaned up, tucking Luo Binghe under the blankets and joining him in a small nap atop the covers.

Or, so he thought it was a “small” nap. Because why did he wake up in a canopied bed straight out of a historical drama?!