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"No," Liu Qingge said through clenched teeth, "I don't want to be your prisoner for an entire month."
"And yet shishu keeps neglecting to pursue a cure," Luo Binghe murmurs, drawing one finger slowly up Liu Qingge's scaled flank. Through the gleam of his iridescent scales he care barely feel the touch; but the visual of Luo Binghe making contact- one long demonic claw trailing over flesh it could so easily rend- makes goosebumps raise on the human parts of his skin anyway.
"Don't touch me," Liu Qingge snaps, slapping his hand away. Luo Binghe draws his hand back, relaxed and languid; smiles, lips pulling over the danger of his teeth. Liu Qingge should really dive into the pond and escape his clutches- but the magically expanded waters, deep enough that he can shelter from the curious eyes of Luo Binghe's demonic associates, are now only as shallow as a standard koi pond. As usual, during Luo Binghe's visits. He likes to force Liu Qingge to the surface; lord his power over him. "It wouldn't work anyway," Liu Qingge grits out, not deigning to look at Luo Binghe's annoying face.
"Oh?" Luo Binghe says, low and curious. He's leaning in again; his long, curling hair brushes against Liu Qingge's bare shoulder. How Liu Qingge longs for the protection of his white Bai Zhao peak lord robes to keep all of Luo Binghe's sensations far from him. "Why not?"
"There's hardly anything to-" Liu Qingge begins, then cuts himself off. Humiliating. Luo Binghe is trying to provoke him into embarrassing himself. He can see perfectly well that Liu Qingge has nothing that would be useful.
"I don't know about that," Luo Binghe murmurs. His hand returns- slides, this time, to the bare skin of Liu Qingge's hip. Liu Qingge watches, struck, as his thumb caresses slowly back and forth between human skin and overlapping scales. The ticklish sensation of the gentle touch against him, fading to light pressure over his armor…
He's forgotten to drive him away. He should do that now. "It won't work," he gets out, brushing at him; but his habitual confidence is undermined by the way his throat works in a heavy swallow as Luo Binghe's palm presses into the dip of his hip bone, ignoring his touch.
"Hmm," Luo Binghe hums noncommittally. He shifts slightly closer; the faint fragrance of smoke and demonic qi that lingers in his hair teases against Liu Qingge's nose. Liu Qingge is starting to feel quite overwarm. He goes to pin Luo Binghe with a glare, but his face is too close; he can't stand to look at him like this. He directs the glare at his hand instead, and thus has the opportunity to watch as Luo Binghe slides it somewhere it definitely shouldn't go.
"What are you-" Liu Qingge manages, feeling almost lightheaded with shock. If it were his normal body that would be- a most inappropriate place to touch. As it is, it's simply scales; the normal overlap, a dizzying array of colors and shapes arranged in patterns Liu Qingge has never studied. There's no reason for him to be feeling this way when it's just scales. And yet, the visual of Luo Binghe's hand on him there is…
He closes his eyes. Luo Binghe continues to touch him as his jaw works, hand slow and explorative. It rubs; teases; presses. A strange feeling builds in Liu Qingge; something that makes him want to squirm. He shouldn't be allowing this. He should-
"Stop that," he manages, and opens his eyes as the strange sensation builds to almost a peak. Luo Binghe, ignoring him gleefully, dips his fingers into a seam in the scales and suddenly something pulses inside Liu Qingge- then flops out of him, long and wet and so sensitive that he gasps with it. Luo Binghe makes a smug noise and- horrifyingly- trails his fingers gently along it, smile broadening at Liu Qingge's sharp inhale.
"Sensitive," he says, audibly pleased with himself. Liu Qingge fumes in silence, humiliated by his body's eagerness. It's so- so lewd, the way it lies below his hips, dripping along the scales of his tail. It's almost as big as Luo Binghe's entire arm. He stares down at it- at Liu Qingge's humiliation- with an expression of delighted hunger. Liu Qingge burns with embarrassment.
"What do you mean to do with that?" Liu Qingge asks, sharp and provoking. If Luo Binghe torments him and then only stares he'll have to kill him, and then there will be no one to cast the spell to let him hide in the depths of the pond. Luo Binghe laughs and- of all things- wraps both of his hands around it, making Liu Qingge's body convulse in shivers. The scales of his tail raise in little fanned waves that travel down his length, iridescence catching the reflected light of the pondwater. Fuck. It feels good- better than it should, to be touched by this demon's hand. Liu Qingge shouldn't be allowing it. He should-
"Nngh," he says eloquently as Luo Binghe channels spiritual energy into him through the fingers wrapped around him. He's so sensitive already that it makes sensation wash unavoidably through him- electricity against his most delicate nerves. Luo Binghe lets out a pleased little hum and slides one hand up to tap a finger against the narrow tip of it, forcing a startled groan out of Liu Qingge's throat.
"Return the power," Luo Binghe says, smug and patient. "Or don't you know how dual cultivation works?" Liu Qingge bares his teeth but begrudgingly begins to cycle his qi back.
The more they exchange power, though, the higher the distracting pleasure spirals. In mere minutes Liu Qingge is breathing hard, eyes locked on where Luo Binghe's hand is sliding up and down that slick long thing. Each firm stroke forces a clear liquid to drool out of the tip, the sensation and the visual and the too-close smell of Luo Binghe's hair all combining to leave Liu Qingge dizzy and overheated. Fuck- it feels way too good. Like this, he might-
"Oh?" Luo Binghe says interestedly. He leans in closer- close enough that Liu Qingge can feel the heat from his clothed body on his bare skin. "Are you-"
Liu Qingge can't make out the rest of what he says because orgasm overtakes him so powerfully that he loses his senses. There's no sound; no sights; no arousing fragrances- just a rush of exquisite pleasure, irresistable and overwhelming, rushing into every crevice of his body and leaving him shaking.
It goes on for a long, long time. Eventually his senses return to him, and he opens his eyes to see Luo Binghe's face right in front of him, staring between his legs.
He follows his eyes down and sees- yes, legs. His legs! And between them his exhausted cock, still pulsing with the lingering effects of pleasure, garlanded in white, and very, very… nude.
Liu Qingge's hand meets Luo Binghe's face with a ringing slap. Luo Binghe barely even moves- just blinks at him in surprise, dragging his eyes away from what he shouldn't be looking at.
"All my help, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, low and pouting. Liu Qingge, neck and ears burning with what must be a humiliatingly vivid flush, leaps to his newly regained feet. Unfortunately, it puts Luo Binghe's face at the level of what he was just staring at, which Liu Qingge quickly rectifies by summoning Cheng Luan and alighting on it, arrowing off into the sky.
"I'll see you tomorrow for our duel!" Luo Binghe's voice calls faintly up through the air toward him; Liu Qingge is too busy circulating his qi to warm his bare, sensitive skin- still tingling with the effects of Luo Binghe's cure- to compose a reply.
Yes- yes, he will be back to cut down this horrible demon tomorrow.