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It’s a well-known fact that Shen Qingqiu loves his partners very much. So he’s not quite sure what… this is.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe waves as he shows off a watermelon-pink salamander, tail squirming in his fist. The poor thing is making lots of pitiful screeches that Luo Binghe ignores, his fangs poking out of his mouth as he presents his boon to Shen Qingqiu. “This is for you!”
“Ah,” Shen Qingqiu flutters his fan, hesitantly stepping away as the creature suddenly lets loose a drench of fluids onto the pathway. “Perhaps you should let it go, Binghe. It won’t do well in the house.”
Luo Binghe frowns. “Should I kill it then? Then it can’t make a mess.”
As a matter of fact, Shen Qingqiu is pretty sure a rotting corpse would be even messier than this.
“No…” Shen Qingqiu hedges. “It’s better if you let it go,” he repeats. Luo Binghe pouts and Shen Qingqiu almost caves in but one more look at the salamander sends images of his walls coated in pink goo to his mind and he remains firm in his decision.
“Okay…” Luo Binghe finally relents.
“Thank you. This shizun will see you inside?”
Luo Binghe nodded. “Yes, shizun.”
“Good.”
Finally, Shen Qingqiu enters his home. Only for the second time of the day, see something he can’t comprehend.
“Qingge?!” Shen Qingqiu’s fan clatters to the floor.
Liu Qingge’s eyes flick towards the accessory like he wants to pick it up but if Liu Qingge makes any sudden movements or God forbid, bends down, Shen Qingqiu is going to have an aneurysm and die. For the third time.
“Q-Qingqiu.”
Liu Qingge’s hands fidget with his—dress. His frilly pink dress that was surely made with the temptations of Hell because what is that!? Halter ties? Ruffles? A white apron that accentuates his slender waist!?
Shen Qingqiu is going to blast a hole in the ozone!!
“Qingge!” Shen Qingqiu blushes, fanning himself furiously. “What—where did you get that?”
Liu Qingge shoots a lethal glare over Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder—where Luo Binghe had miraculously appeared to whistle his approval—and self-consciously crosses his arms, hiding the—oh God—sweetheart neckline and cleavage (!!). In a mixture of pissed and embarrassed, he shouts, “You said this was what you wore!”
What Binghe had worn?
Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu remembers. A sweltering hot evening. Luo Binghe with armloads of cool dishes to save him from the heat. He remembered Luo Binghe’s excuse at the time—“this disciple mustn’t overheat as well!”—to wear a revealing pink dress before he used his secret weapon and rode Shen Qingqiu from dusk to dawn.
Shen Qingqiu is pretty sure he’s still recovering his lost evaporated brain cells from that day.
“It is!” Luo Binghe delights and Shen Qingqiu’s heart leaps when Luo Binghe bounces to Liu Qingge’s side and begins tugging on his skirt.
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu admonishes, hastily covering his eyes as Luo Binghe flips up the dress and flashes him with Liu Qingge’s sacred underwear. “Don’t!”
He wasn’t quick enough. A glimpse of green fabric framing Liu Qingge’s tanned thighs is instantly seared into his mind, and he nearly loses consciousness when blood suddenly rushes into his dick at a dizzying rate.
Liu Qingge! He… He—!
He’s wearing the thong Luo Binghe had given to Shen Qingqiu as a courting gift! The pale soft green panty that Luo Binghe had begged and pleaded for 3 shichens straight before Shen Qingqiu finally relented and endured a humiliating hot-as-fuck blowjob in said underwear.
How did Luo Binghe get Liu Qingge to wear it too?
“Shidi!” Shen Qingqiu squeaks, unable to comprehend such a sight. He closes his eyes and struggles to remove his outer robe, intent on covering Liu Qingge with it. Liu Qingge must be overly embarrassed by this! Shen Qingqiu has to protect his dignity!
Before he could blindly hand the robe to Liu Qingge, however, Luo Binghe snatches it out of his grasp and tosses it to the side.
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu scolds. He gasps when a warm body presses up against his back and corrals him forward—closer to where Liu Qingge is standing.
“Shizun, this is for you,” Luo Binge purrs, that velvety voice sending his boner into a deeper spiral.
Shen Qingqiu sucks in a breath when Luo Binghe directs his chin with two fingers and despite his earlier protests, opens his eyes. He nearly passes out again.
Liu Qingge is bent over at the waist, a furious blush on his cheeks as he peeks back at Shen Qingqiu. The moment their eyes meet, he flusters and turns away, but it only opens up the view of his bare mole-spotted back and dainty underwear visible to Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, the dress creating a perfect halo around his pert ass.
“S-shameless!” Liu Qingge stammers. “This attire would do nothing to shield against surprise attacks or the like, let alone the onslaught of kitchen fluids!”
“Yeah,” Shen Qingqiu replies mildly. He feels dazed, seduced into a stupor by such a lewd sight and without realizing it, his fingers have drifted towards the ties of the apron, pinching lightly.
The schwoop of the silky apron falling off of Liu Qingge’s waist sends a shudder through his frame, and Shen Qingqiu watches with great interest as Liu Qingge’s spine stretches between corded muscles.
“Shidi,” he murmurs, reaching out and at the first touch of Shen Qingqiu’s palm on his naked back, Liu Qingge moans softly.
“Qingqiu—I. Just-just do something,” he pleads quietly.
Luo Binghe does it for them.
Without a hint of propriety, Luo Binghe reaches around Shen Qingqiu and yanks down Liu Qingge’s undergarment, letting it fall into a heap around his shishu’s knees.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu calls hesitantly, but it turns out there’s nothing to worry about. A brilliant blush blooms across Liu Qingge’s upper body at the panty-dropping and he bends further at the waist to hold onto the edge of Shen Qingqiu’s desk, bracing himself.
Liu Qingge’s ass reveals a shiny pucker and a jade gem in the center.
Shen Qingqiu swallows drily. Somehow, he had lost his clothes (thank you, Binghe) and now naked, there’s only one thing he wants to do.
Ravish his meal.
Luo Binghe helpfully sets down a cushion for his knees as Shen Qingqiu kneels. The pillow creates the perfect height for Shen Qingqiu’s face to land between Liu Qingge’s cheeks. So he does.
Liu Qingge’s startled moan is music to Shen Qingqiu’s ears as he faceplants between Liu Qingge’s glorious ass. As the first order of business, he immediately goes for the plug and traces circles around it, teasing Liu Qingge’s rim with unfinessed enthusiasm.
“Qingqiu!” Liu Qingge shouts, aghast, but Shen Qingqiu grabs his butt before he can think about moving away. He wants this. Needs this.
Liu Qingge whimpers as Shen Qingqiu continues licking wherever he can—up his crack, the swell of his balls, the mole that becomes a point of target on one of Liu Qingge’s inner ass cheeks. His reaction only escalates when Shen Qingqiu closes his mouth around the plug and tries to yank it out.
“A-ah!”
Frankly, Shen Qingqiu has no idea if he can even beat the tight clench of Liu Qingge’s sphincter muscles with only his mouth, but as soon as his teeth dig into the jade and graze the rim of Liu Qingge’s hole, Liu Qingge whines loudly and lets go.
Pop!
The plug is spit out, landing safely onto a rug Shen Qingqiu doesn’t have to clean. When he turns back towards Liu Qingge’s ass, there’s a gaping hole staring back at him. It doesn’t take much to know what to do next.
Shen Qingqiu sticks his tongue into Liu Qingge’s winking hole, grunting as his boyfriend immediately clenches down. He has to use his hands to hold Liu Qingge forcibly open, thumbs doing most of the work as they pry at muscles of steel but soon, he’s free to devour his meal however he likes.
Spit, lick, dig. The mantra of a certified ass-muncher.
And Liu Qingge, the ass-munched seems to agree very much with his motto.
Shen Qingqiu nearly suffocates when the weight of Liu Qingge’s ass pushes back against his face, burying his nose and mouth deep inside. He struggles for a second but ultimately accepts his fate. How could he ignore such an encouraging reaction? Shen Qingqiu won’t give up either!
He thrusts his tongue deep into Liu Qingge’s insides, cock growing increasingly harder as Liu Qingge cries and mewls like his life is on the line. His boyfriend is begging for something, loud warbled cries filling the room, but Shen Qingqiu can’t decipher the words; Liu Qingge’s ass is so dummy thick that his ears can’t pick up the proper vibrations. Never mind though! He can still work with this!
He gives Liu Qingge’s cock a few tugs. He loves his boyfriends very much and he would hate to see Liu Qingge’s shyness stop him from achieving the orgasm of his dreams.
It only takes a few more licks and ass-munching before Liu Qingge wails hoarsely and spills all over the floor. Shen Qingqiu is forced to tear his face away as Liu Qingge’s knees collapse, and he only barely avoids protecting his boyfriend from banging his head on a desk leg as the man goes down.
Shen Qingqiu breathes out a sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just run a marathon for the last 15 minutes. He wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth and beckons Luo Binghe as his disciple edges into his vision.
“Thank you, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says as he accepts the damp cloth. He cursorily wipes his face and legs of Liu Qingge’s cum before patting Liu Qingge’s bum. “Shidi?”
“Mngh…”
Shen Qingqiu laughs and lifts the back of Liu Qingge’s skirt so that he can wipe at his lover’s backside and genitals, chuckling when Liu Qingge nearly kicks him at the oversensitivity on his cock and balls.
“Shizun?” Luo Binghe asks as Shen Qingqiu finishes up. “If Liu-shishu is finished… may this disciple have a turn?”
Shen Qingqiu does one final check on Liu Qingge before smiling fondly at his disciple.
“Of course.”
Luo Binghe’s clothes disappear in a flash as he produces a jar of lube from out of nowhere, dipping his fingers in before inserting them in himself, eager to get started.
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu scolds.
The exact spot Luo Binghe had chosen to prepare himself was in front of Shen Qingqiu’s desk and there was not a hint of shame as he stood over Liu Qingge and began fingering himself on top of his shishu. Excess lube dripped off Luo Binghe’s ass and fell on Liu Qingge, leaving wet spots on his skirt. Liu Qingge was silent and still prone on the floor; Shen Qingqiu thinks he’s most likely passed out.
Luo Binghe’s eyes glitter.
“Yes, shizun?” He says innocently. The squelching of his three fingers is anything but, however, as his asshole smoothly accepts such a size in a short amount of time.
Shen Qingqiu only sighs and shakes his head. Liu Qingge does love creampies. Maybe he would appreciate a one-man bukkake too.
As his disciple prepares himself and wriggles his ass excitedly, Shen Qingqiu steps up to the plate. He takes himself in hand and nudges his cockhead at the place where Luo Binghe’s fingers are gathered. When Luo Binghe scissors himself open, Shen Qingqiu can see pink insides and it’s there he inserts his dick into his lover, guided by Luo Binghe’s insistent hand.
“Mmm… shizun…”
Luo Binghe grasps the length of Shen Qingqiu’s cock and pulls him in far quicker than Shen Qingqiu expects. A jut of his ass later, and all too abruptly, Shen Qingqiu is bottoming out.
“Binghe!”
“Shizun, please!”
Fine. If Luo Binghe wants it reckless and fast, then Shen Qingqiu can reward his impatient ass.
Shen Qingqiu grips Luo Binghe’s hips, flushing when his husband moans loudly like it's the best thing ever, before thrusting in shallowly, pulling out halfway to fuck back in again. Luo Binghe moans even louder.
“Shizun, shizun, shizun!” Luo Binghe cries.
Shen Qingqiu pants, already on the verge of cumming. Fuck, only 10 seconds in and he’s already ready to tap out. He really needs to work on his old man stamina! But it’s not entirely his fault. Eating Liu Qingge’s ass had left him hard and straining for simulation and Luo Binghe’s shapely ass is certainly one of a kind as well. Who else can ripple around Shen Qingqiu’s cock in undulating waves and pulse like crazy around him?
Luo Binghe’s ass cheeks shake and bounce like jello as he fucks himself on Shen Qingqiu’s dick and the sight is so mesmerizing, Shen Qingqiu nearly forgets to hold his disciple down so that he doesn’t bowl over from the force of Luo Binghe’s protagonist ass.
“Shizun!” Luo Binghe begs, tossing his hair to and fro. His locks smack Shen Qingqiu in the face, and Shen Qingqiu doesn’t think twice when he grabs a bunch of it and yanks.
Luo Binghe screams in delight but Shen Qingqiu isn’t done yet. He winds Luo Binghe’s locks around his fist and makes the younger arch his back sluttily before pounding Luo Binghe’s insides with a fervour that’s definitely going to make his own hips ache later.
It’s worth it, however, when Luo Binghe cums immediately and sprays white everywhere, ass clenching down on Shen Qingqiu’s cock like a death trap before Shen Qingqiu lets loose a startled groan and cums as well, Luo Binghe’s hole instantly relaxing to help Shen Qingqiu’s seed shoot in deeper.
“Shizun!”
“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu whines and Luo Binghe with his insane level of control of his ass continues to spasm rhythmically around Shen Qingqiu, milking him for every drop he has.
By the time Luo Binghe lets him go, Shen Qingqiu feels as if he’s being sucked dry like a boba cup. This time, he’s the one who collapses and he falls onto his ass only to stiffen up once he sees the mess Luo Binghe has made.
On Liu Qingge.
White cum is splashed all over Liu Qingge’s back, dress, and hair. He’s filthy with it, definitely will be embarrassed and/or horny when he wakes up and it’s sort of a miracle that he didn’t even rouse from the torrent of cum that Luo Binghe had been geysering all over him.
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu chides, smacking lightly at Luo Binghe’s calf as he hastily grabs the now-dried towel and tries to clean Liu Qingge up. He knew this had been Luo Binghe’s intention but… but he hadn’t expected this much of a mess!
It’s useless to wipe, however. Luo Binghe’s cum is vicious and definitely fertile as fuck, making it even harder for Shen Qingqiu to wipe Liu Qingge properly as his heart squeezes at the thought of how many Binghe babies he must be evicting.
“Leave it, shizun,” Luo Binghe says and Shen Qingqiu shoots him a glare only to falter when he sees his husband’s swaying monster-sized cock, still hard like it hadn’t just dumped a bucket load of fluids all over his shishu. “It’s mine, I’ll take responsibility.”
Shen Qingqiu didn’t want to think about if Luo Binghe meant his cum, the dress, or Liu Qingge. All he knew was, if Luo Binghe was taking responsibility, then he better hide his cock before Luo Binghe decided he wanted more “discipline”.