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Shen Qingqiu liked Liu Qingge. He really, really liked Liu Qingge. 

If his younger self heard any of these thoughts, Shen Qingqiu is certain that he would have an aneurysm. Liu Qingge is nothing but a nuisance. A stupid brute who always sauntered off on his righteous arrogance. Someone who always picks fights with him and gets on his nerves. 

But that had been before. 

Don’t get him wrong. Liu Qingge is still a brute. He’s still an idiot. He’s still so annoyingly loyal and devoted in his righteous ways, and he still gets on Shen Qingqiu’s nerves occasionally due to his lack of tact. But it didn’t change the way Shen Qingqiu’s heart would still pick up whenever Liu Qingge was in the same room. Or the way he feels butterflies creep into his stomach whenever Liu Qingge speaks about him and touches him. 

Touch. Shen Qingqiu always liked it whenever Liu Qingge touched him. Not that he’d ever say that out loud or admit it to anyone. 

He liked it when Liu Qingge reaches out to him during meetings, touching him under the eyes of others, even if it’s just a simple and innocent thing, such as tapping his shoulder or touching his hand. He liked it especially when Liu Qingge held his hand whenever they took a scroll in his peak, all alone. Or when they’re inside his bamboo house, and Liu Qingge would hug him from the back, covering Shen Qingqiu’s body with his own warmth. Shen Qingqiu liked it especially whenever Liu Qingge would wrap him in an embrace while they slept in bed, and he would still wake up in the cage of the latter’s arms. 

But that’s where the things Shen Qingiqiu likes about Liu Qingge come to a stop. 

Because Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge had been courting for a year and had been together for six months now. And yet, all they’d ever done was hold hands, kiss, and sleep together side by side!

And by sleeping, it was really all there was to it. Liu Qingge would come to the bamboo house and stay the night, and they would sleep entangled together. With their robes on. Without doing anything. 

There’s no messy kissing. No discarding of clothes. No foreplay. No moans. Nothing. 

And Shen Qingqiu had needs too. Alright!? He’s not a lecherous sex fiend who could not stand a day without dual cultivating with someone. But when you have a partner like Liu Qingge, with a beauty remarkable enough to move mountains and a body of a war god, it’s entirely normal to start feeling… the things he’s been feeling and having temptations. It’s perfectly rational!

He’d vented most of his frustrations to his jiejies whenever he visited. They would pester him often for news about them anyway. Mainly out of protectiveness, but his Li-jie always questioned him because of a hidden motive: to find out if they’d ever done it. 

To everyone’s surprise, one night, Shen Qingqiu outright tells them that kissing is the farthest they’ve ever gone. 

“You’re serious!?” Caicai exclaims. 

She’s not the only one appalled. Madam Huang, Ziwei, and Xingyue alike all have their jaws dropped. Lihua, the very same woman who’d been mostly responsible for getting both of them together, is frowning with a furrowed forehead. 

“I’m not lying. Why would I— why would I lie about that.” Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth as he tries to avert his gaze. 

“Is Immortal Master Liu an idiot?” Madam Huang snorts. “Why, both of you should be going at it like rabbits by now!”

“Madam Huang!” Xingyue and Ziwei both scold her. At the same time, the skin of Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks flush into a crimson color. He takes the cup of tea placed for him and takes a sip to distract himself. 

“What? It’s true! He’s been courting our A-Jiu for a year before! They’ve been together for half a year now as well!” She continues. “Aiyah, he could’ve had the chance to bed A-Jiu and make him feel good the moment A-Jiu said yes to him!”

“Madam Huang!” Xingyue and Ziwei gasp, appalled. Shen Qingqiu nearly spits the tea out of his mouth.

At the same time, Lihua adds in a deadpan tone: “I agree.”

This time, Shen Qingqiu starts choking. Xingyue is quick to reach towards him and pat his back. 

“See? Lihua and I are the only ones with sense here! It’s truly been that long! Immortal Master Liu is an idiot!”

“Maybe he has problems. Who could ever resist A-Jiu? He’s so beautiful. Perhaps, Immortal Master Liu has erectile dysfunction?” 

Shen Qingqiu starts coughing fitfully. “Cai-jie!”

“What? I was only pointing out a possibility…”

“Surely he doesn’t. He’s an immortal, isn't he?” Ziwei asks

“Even immortal cultivators can have problems down there.” Caicai retorts. 

“He doesn’t have erectile dysfunction.” Shen Qingqiu clarifies snappily as he tries to smooth himself while still coughing. Meanwhile, Xingyue continues patting him on his back. He can’t believe he’s having this conversation with his jiejies right now.

Caicai’s eyes narrow into suspicious slits. “How can you be so sure?” 

Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks flame in a deeper color. He gets the sudden urge to let out fits of coughing again, but he bites the insides of his cheeks and then grinds his teeth. “He doesn’t. I’ve been with him for a while now, and we sleep on the same bed together, don’t you think I’d know by now if he does?” 

He may not have dual cultivated with Liu Qingge yet, but Shen Qingqiu does wake up next to him every day. He also makes out with him occasionally, with both of their bodies pressed against each other, and things would get hotter because of their messy hands and the grind of their hips. Shen Qingqiu may not have seen or had that pillar inside of him, but he had felt it against his body. He knows how hard it can get, has felt how large it can become, how long it can stay hard, and there have been multiple instances when Liu Qingge has struggled to get it down whenever they get carried away kissing. 

“Then what the hell is wrong with him? Is he that clueless?” Caicai questions. 

“Have you even told him that you want to… you know?” Ziwei asks. 

Shen Qingqiu licks his lips. “No.”

His jiejies frown. 

“Then have you tried implying it?” Madam Huang inquires. 

“I’ve… showed him some signs.” 

“Like what?” Lihua asks. 

Shen Qingqiu coughs before looking away. He really doesn’t want to answer this question while looking at his jiejies’ eyes. “I would grind on him and t-touch him down there through his robes whenever we got carried away from kissing.” 

“And  whenever you do that, you two don’t end up going all the way?” Xingyue asks. 

“No… he would stop things immediately before we can even go further.” Shen Qingqiu grumbles. 

“So both of you have really just… kissed and grinded on each other?” Ziwei questions. 

“Yes…” Shen Qingqiu says reluctantly. 

“Not even oral sex?” Caicai adds. 

“No.” 

“Or handjobs?” Madam Huang inquires. 

“No.” 

“Aiyah, that immortal master is really an idiot!” Madam Huang exclaims. “With a lot of self-control, too!”

“Honestly.” Ziwei agrees. 

“You’re right. Imagine getting to kiss and be close with A-Jiu and still not going all the way? Master Liu has way too much self-control for his own good.” Caicai comments. 

Xingyue snorts. “He’s taking his righteous image too much! He could let loose a bit in bed, but he decides not to. Do you think he plans on waiting until marriage?” 

Shen Qingqiu hasn’t even considered that. He feels his stomach drop. 

“Hopefully not! A-Jiu has needs too, you know!” Caicai exclaims. “If he isn’t quick, someone else might come by and sweep A-Jiu away!”

“Come to think of it, doesn’t that sect leader favor our A-Jiu? A-Jiu would even give some of the gifts to us back then.” 

Xingyue nods. “That’s right. I’ve seen him come down the mountain with a few of the other girls as well. He’s handsome too! A bit different from Immortal Master Liu. He’s more manly. I’ve only seen him briefly, and he was a bit far away, but I could always tell if a man is well endowed.” 

That finally snaps the string of tolerance that Shen Qingqiu has left. “Xing-jie! Don’t be ridiculous!”

He would not leave Liu Qingge for Yue Qingyuan! He can’t even stand being in the same vicinity as the man! And he likes Liu Qingge too much to even entertain the thought of looking at another man without contempt in another direction. 

“We were just saying, A-Jiu…” Xingyue whimpers. 

Shen Qingqiu’s nostrils flare, and he closes his eyes before letting out a sharp breath. “I like Liu Qingge. He’s my partner. I don’t care about anyone else. There’s nobody else for me," He declares firmly. “It’s just that— it gets frustrating sometimes. Which is what I’ve been saying.” 

His jiejies look down at the ground in shame. 

“We know… A-Jiu.” Caicai says after a few moments. 

Shen Qingqiu lets out another sigh and closes his eyes. The room falls still as everyone gets blanketed with silence. 

After a few breaths of time, Shen Qingqiu blurts out: “D-do you think I’m not desirable?”

“Huh?” Caicai says confusingly. 

“What are you talking about?” Ziwei questions. 

“Have you hit your head!?” Madam Huang voices out in an incredulous tone. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, A-Jiu.” Xingyue laughs. 

“You’re not making sense,” Lihua comments blankly. 

“Then why—” Shen Qingqiu cuts off. “W-why— how could that brute have so much self-control around me!”

He really doesn’t get it!

He knows Liu Qingge loves him. Liu Qingge treats him very well, looks at him as if Shen Qingqiu were the sun he’s orbiting around, and listens to every single thing that Shen Qingqiu has to say or orders. He still gives Shen Qingqiu gifts occasionally — just not at the same frequency he used to when he had been trying to make amends and beg for Shen Qingqiu’s forgiveness. Without a doubt, Liu Qingge loves him. Shen Qingqiu has never doubted it since their courting started. 

Is he not attracted to Shen Qingqiu? That’s a possibility. He knows that sexual attraction is a different thing from romantic attraction for some people. He’s met some people in the past who were like that. Hell, some people even decide to be dual cultivation partners with others despite having no romantic attraction to them. 

It’s the only possible explanation. Liu Qingge may love him, but he doesn’t… he doesn’t desire him. He’s not attracted to Shen Qingqiu like that. It could only be the explanation. 

But even as Shen Qingqiu rationalizes it, it feels bitter in his throat, like a hard pill to swallow.

He can’t stand it. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” Lihua’s voice breaks Shen Qingqiu out of his reverie. “Everyone knows how Immortal Master Liu looks at you. It doesn’t take a second glance to notice that he’s head over heels for you.”

“He loves me. I know that,” Shen Qingqiu swallows thickly. “But that doesn’t mean— that doesn’t necessarily mean that he would desire me in the same way I-I want him.” 

Lihua looks at him carefully, her gaze fixing in an inquisitive stare. An uneasy pause fills the room as Madam Huang and the rest of his jiejies awkwardly glance at each other in an attempt to communicate with one another using their eyes. Lihua remains motionless and silent before eventually breaking the quiet by saying, “I don’t think so.” 

Shen Qingqiu meets her stare and frowns. “What?” 

“Immortal Master Liu having feelings for you is already established; everybody knows that. And implying that he doesn’t desire you sexually would be like screaming that moths aren’t attracted to light.” 

Madam Huang hums. “I agree.” 

The rest of his jiejies resound in agreement as well. 

Shen Qingqiu’s frown becomes deeper. “You hardly know him. You don’t know what he’s like whenever we—”

“I know him enough,” Lihua cuts off, then gives him a smile. “After all, I’m the one who's read him before you and knew that he had feelings for you before you knew, right? Hell, this jiejie of yours probably knew about Immortal Master Liu’s feelings before he knew himself.”

Shen Qingqiu opens his mouth to retort, but finds himself closing it immediately as words of rebuttal die down his throat. Instead, he finds himself biting the insides of his cheeks. The ugly gnawing feeling on his chest still exists, and he knows that the insecurities that lie underneath his skin would still creep on him later. But his Li-jie has a point — and it’s making Shen Qingqiu want to hear more from what she has to say. She’s been right so far. She’s read both him and Liu Qingge before. She helped him get together with Liu Qingge. Surely, she has to say something substantial. Right?

So, Shen Qingqiu gathers his breath and says, “Then what?” He lets out a sharp exhale. “What do you think? Why is he— why does Liu Qingge always act like that?” 

“I may not be familiar with Immortal Master that much since we seldom see each other, but everybody knows him as a righteous cultivator who treats everyone with justice. At the same time, we common people are also aware of his title as the Bai Zhan War God. Of his might and powerful cultivation. How rough and powerful he can be. He’s killed many beasts and saved a lot of common people after all,” Lihua continues. Then, Lihua gives him another smile. “This one thinks that Immortal Master Liu is a sexually repressed idiot who’s afraid of hurting A-Jiu.” 

At that, several gasps echo in the room. Shen Qingqiu’s face freezes as his thoughts screech to a halt, trying to process the words that Lihua had just said. And then, all hell breaks loose. 

“That… that does make sense,” Ziwei mutters with her jaw wide. 

“Why haven’t I thought of that before?” Caicai grumbles. 

“That certainly aligns with how strung Master Liu is. I can see why that's the case.” Xingyue comments. 

“Aiyah, I don’t know if I would be proud or ashamed if I were his mother,” Madam Huang scratches her head. “Well, it’s nice to be a gentleman, but sometimes men should let loose and get wild on the sheets to please their missus! If A-Jiu looks in another direction, I won’t blame him…”

“He’s already said he won’t do that,” Lihua says.

“I know I know…. Aish. I was just saying.” Madam Huang waves off. 

Various strings of separate conversions spring up — all while Shen Qingqiu remains motionless in his seat, his gaze stuck on the cup of tea he’s been drinking earlier as he gets stuck in a reverie. 

This one thinks that Immortal Master Liu is a sexually repressed idiot who’s afraid of hurting A-Jiu

He thinks about the way Liu Qingge has always treated him. The way he’s spoiled him with gifts, showered him with affection in his own brutish ways, and always put him first before anything else. He thinks of the way they’ve touched. The way Liu Qingge would always let him take the reins in their dance. The way he would be alright with whatever Shen Qingqiu’s ever said. It has always been Shen Qingqiu who initiates. The one always pulling, demanding, and biting.  And when Liu Qingge does end up initiating, he does it softly. He kisses Shen Qingqiu tenderly, holds him as if he’s a precious piece of porcelain that would crumble in his grasp if he so grips him tightly. 

As if he would break him. 

That…. that idiot. 

Who does he think Shen Qingqiu is!? When they were disciples, he was the only one who could keep up with him! They even fought in a martial arts competition! After all the beatings Shen Qingqiu received back then and the provocations of sparring, Liu Qingge dared to act as if he would break easily!?

How dare him!

“A-Jiu?”

Caicai’s voice breaks him out of his reverie. He glances up from the teacup he’s been staring at and finds the rest of his jiejies looking at him curiously. 

Then, he says: “I’m going to kill him.” 

Silence. Then come the chatters.  

“That makes sense.”

“I would too if he were my partner.” Another one of his jiejies agrees. 

“Aiyah, he’s looking a bit down at you, A-Jiu. Are you just going to let that happen?”

“A-Jiu, I would do worse if I were you! You ought to show him—” 

“If you want things to change,” Lihua interrupts sharply, garnering the attention of everyone in the room. “Then you shouldn’t beat around the bush,” She exhales. “You should say it outright.” 

Shen Qingqiu’s forehead furrows. “That I want us to sleep together?”

“Hm,” Lihua answers.  “And you should show him that you’re not someone who’s going to break easily. That you can handle him.” 

Hah. That’s easier said than done. Because Shen Qingqiu would never get a window of opportunity!

Liu Qingge was always away for the most part — especially these past days since Mu Qingfang has ordered him to hunt for beasts here and there for the sect’s stockpile of medical resources. And when they do get the time to be together, Liu Qingge would want to spend it on a romantic day that would end with them cuddling in bed together while exchanging a few kisses or two. And that would be it. 

Sure. Shen Qingqiu could outright state it to him. Hell, he could even spell it out to that damn brute. But knowing who he is and his stubbornness, Shen Qingqiu is certain that Liu Qingge would not be convinced so easily. The same way Shen Qingqiu has never gotten rid of him when the other man had been pouncing on him for sparring or when he kept on insisting on bringing him gifts as an act of working for Shen Qingqiu’s forgiveness. It would never work. 

Or so Shen Qingqiu thought. 

By the end of the week, news of Liu Qingge’s return had made it to the sect. Shen Qingqiu knew because a disciple of his named Hei Xiang brought it up when he delivered his food after a long time of not doing so. Liu Qingge is back from his mission, and he’s apparently gone directly to Can Qiao. 

Which shouldn’t be surprising. It was Mu Qingfang who ordered him to leave and go out in the wild to hunt for beasts anyway. Except that isn’t how Liu Qingge operates. 

Shen Qingqiu comes first. He always comes first in the long list of Liu Qingge’s priorities. Whenever Liu Qingge returned from a mission, he would first come back to Shen Qingqiu and catch up with him before going on to report to whoever was responsible for sending him off. 

Except this time, Liu Qingge doesn’t do the same. Which means something must have happened. 

“You’re absolutely certain?” Shen Qingqiu questions. 

“This disciple swears it upon his name. Word from Can Qiao disciples say that Liu-Shishu arrived at the hour of Wei, and every disciple with the exception of Mu-Shishu’s head disciple was disposed of.” 

Shen Qingqiu inhales before exhaling sharply. “Very well. You are dismissed.” 

That afternoon, he flies to Can Qiao unannounced, earning him curious looks and murmurs the moment he steps into the peak and strides in. But Mu Qingfang, the very man he had been planning to meet, does not look surprised upon seeing him. In fact, his Shidi looks as if he’s aged in years and could only let out an exasperated sigh at Shen Qingqiu’s sight. Shen Qingqiu takes it as a sign that his hunch is correct. 

“What happened to Liu Qingge?” 

“Shixiong,” Mu Qingfang bows to greet him. “This Shidi sees that you’ve heard of Liu-Shixiong’s visit.”

“Don’t beat around the bush. Where is he?” Shen Qingqiu questions sharply. 

“He’s not here anymore, Shen-Shixiong. Liu-Shixiong has been… cleared and discharged. He must have gone to his own peak already.” 

Shen Qingqiu frowns. Something clearly happened with him. And yet, Liu Qingge was allowed to leave the peak that quickly? 

“What happened to him? Was it something serious?” Shen Qingqiu fires. “You need to tell me.” 

Mu Qingfang looks pained as the words continue to fire out of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. He winces, and with a sigh, looks Shen Qingqiu by the eye. “This Shidi truly did not want to go against his word to Liu-Shixiong, but at the same time, I also want what’s good for him,” He says. “Liu-Shixiong has been affected by sex pollen while on his mission. Luckily, he made it to the sect in time. My head disciple and I have tended to him already and have given him the necessary concoctions to alleviate the pain and prevent any further flare-ups. But this solution… isn’t necessarily sustainable since it doesn’t address the root of the problem.”

“What do you mean?” Shen Qingqiu frowns. 

“As I’ve said, Liu-Shixiong’s pain might be relieved to some extent, and his condition won’t worsen. But as long as he doesn’t dual cultivate, the problem won’t go away.”

Dual cultivation. Liu Qingge needs to dual cultivate. 

“A-and what will happen to him if he doesn’t?” 

“He won’t die… not so easily, anyway.” Mu Qingfang answers. 

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes grow large, and a sinking feeling in his stomach creeps in. “What?” 

“He’s been affected by a special sex pollen. He mentioned that the beast that I ordered him to retrieve happened to be residing near a small group of succubi, and he stumbled upon a patch of flowers,” Mu Qingfang explains. “These flowers tend to be harmless in the beginning. But the longer its toxins stay within someone’s system, that person’s body will gradually deteriorate over the succeeding years.” 

Deteriorate. It would deteriorate the victim’s body, and Liu Qingge still refused to get help from him and decided to lock himself in his own peak!? 

And what the hell was wrong with Mu Qingfang for allowing this to happen!

“And you let him off to go on his own peak?” Shen Qingqiu hisses, his voice rising slightly in anger. “You’re the sect’s healer. You should have ordered him to stay and tended to him!”

“This Shidi is aware of his shortcomings and apologizes. But there really isn’t anything to be done in the peak when the only solution is dual cultivation. This Shidi is ashamed but is thick-faced enough to ask Shen-Shixiong… to save Liu-Shixiong’s life,” Mu Qingfang says. “You are his partner after all.” 

Shen Qingqiu’s nostrils flare in annoyance and contempt. “Did you deliberately wait for me to come here to ask this of me?” 

“Of course not, Shixiong. This Shidi merely had the foresight and knows that you'll be the only one who can get sense into Liu-Shixiong’s stubbornness.” Mu Qingfang answers calmly. Almost as if he’s trying to appease Shen Qingqiu. 

Shen Qingqiu lets out a sharp breath. 

“Do I… Do I need to do anything special?” He lets out. Mu Qingfang opens his mouth to answer, but before he can, Shen Qingqiu continues. “T-this one just wanted to make sure. Will I only have to dual cultivate with him… as people do normally?” 

There’s a semblance of confusion in Mu Qingfang’s face, but the healer quickly masks it and answers. “No, there’s nothing else. You don’t have to overthink it, Shen-Shixiong. Just make sure to properly exchange yin and yang energies.” 

“There’s truly nothing else?” Shen Qingqiu asks again. 

Mu Qingfang shakes his head. “Nothing else. You have my word, Shen-Shixiong.” 

And that’s how Shen Qingqiu finds himself flying back to Qing Jing peak, naked in his room, with a vial of oil, preparing himself late in the afternoon. 

Classes for the rest of the day are canceled. He’s notified the hallmasters already and instructed some of his well-trusted disciples to oversee some minor responsibilities that he can’t attend to for him. Although his disciples couldn’t bear to mask their curiosity about what must have happened for their Shizun to cancel the schedule he so consistently liked to implement, they knew better to question him. So they simply let it be, nodded their heads, and followed. 

At the hour of You Shen Qingqiu goes out of his bamboo house and leaves the peak, flying towards Bai Zhan to talk some sense to Liu Qingge and save his life. 

He gets bombarded with inquisitive stares the moment he arrives. But since everybody in the sect is well aware of his relations with Liu Qingge, and Liu Qingge himself has consistently threatened his disciples with a beating if they dare mess with Shen Qingqiu or the Qing Jing disciples, Shen Qingqiu pays them no mind. He doesn’t slow down and swiftly takes his strides straight towards Liu Qingge’s home, a simple hut located north of Bai Zhan’s training grounds. 

The moment he arrives, he ignores propriety altogether. Just as Liu Qingge had always done to him in the past, Shen Qingqiu kicks the door open and walks in. 

He senses some muffled scuffling immediately. A few seconds later, the door from a room by the side slams open, and Liu Qingge’s red and feverish figure enters Shen Qingqiu’s sight. 

He has Cheng Luan in his hand, and he’s gripping it with a tightened grasp that his knuckles have blanched. His face is red and sweating, and he isn’t standing straight. His lips are pulled in a thin line, and there’s a furrowed expression carved in his face. 

For a few moments, nobody speaks. The house is filled with nothing but Liu Qingge’s heavy breathing, his chest heaving constantly as he grasps Cheng Luan in his hand. Then recognition flashes in his eyes, and Shen Qingqiu could notice the moment clarity seeps through Liu Qingge’s pollen-briddled mind. His eyes grow large, and his eyebrows rise on his forehead altogether. And then: “Q-Qingqiu?” 

That makes Shen Qingqiu let out the breath he hasn’t noticed he’s been holding. He lets out a terse cough and slams the door shut. 

The sound bounces off the walls. 

“Mu Qingfang has informed me of what happened.” 

Liu Qingge freezes. Shen Qingqiu notices the way his shoulders start to tense. 

“You need help.” He adds in a serious tone. 

Liu Qingge lets Cheng Luan go in a thud. Then he leans back and supports his back against the wall. The movement makes Shen Qingqiu take a step forward, then immediately stops himself. 

“This will pass. I merely have to spend time alone and practice meditation—”

“Do you take me as a fool?” Shen Qingqiu cuts off viciously. “I’ve told you, Mu Qingfang told me. I know what would happen to you if you don’t get the pollen out of the system. You would deteriorate. You will die,” Shen Qingqiu snaps. “Do you expect me to sit back and do nothing?” 

Liu Qingge lets out a shaky breath. “Q-qingqiu. Let’s talk about this to—”

“Are you dense? How long will you remain stubborn, you fucking brute? You need help!” Shen Qingqiu exclaims. He takes long and furious strides across the room and stops in front of Liu Qingge, invading his space. 

“Qinqgqiu—”

“Are you really that prideful to refuse my help? Shen Qingqiu chuckles sardonically. “That you would let yourself deteriorate and throw your life away?”

“Q-Qingqiu, I need you to go away. I-I—” Liu Qingge tries to push him off. 

That angers Shen Qingqiu further. A snarl forms on his lips. “Do you really not want to dual cultivate with me that much? That you still refuse my generosity, given your state?” He hisses. “Am I not desirable, even though I’m your partner? Would you prefer to do it with someone else?”

“No!” Liu Qingge roars immediately and catches his wrists. “No, Qingqiu. I want you. Only you. There’s nobody el—”

“Then why do you still refuse to dual cultivate with me!?” Shen Qingqiu cuts off with a trace of hurt in his voice. Pain flashes in his face, and Liu Qingge’s face grows in alarm. “Do you want to wait for marriage? Is this some tradition of the Liu clan!?” He continues firing. 

“Qingqiu, I-I need you to leave. I w-won’t control myself any longer—” 

“Are you afraid of hurting me? Is that it?” Shen Qingqiu questions. Liu Qingge’s body tenses, and upon seeing it, Shen Qingqiu laughs disbelievingly. “You coward.”

“Q-Qingqiu—”

“You’ve always bothered me in fights in the past. We’ve always fought and exchanged blows. You know damn well that I don’t break easily, Liu Qingge,” Shen Qingqiu spats. “Or do you look down at me that much? That you refuse to bed me even when your life is on the line?” 

“Qingqiu—”

“You’re a coward. That’s what you are,” Shen Qingqiu says with disdain. “You hide behind your fear and dismissal of me. Do you think I’ll end up happy if you keep living like this? That I’ll stay with you when you make me feel as if you’re disgusted by me? As if I’m not desirable?” Shen Qingqiu continues. Liu Qingge’s eyes widen. “Maybe my jiejies were right. Maybe I should look in another direction and find someone el—”

Liu Qingge moves in the blink of an eye. Before he could even finish his words, Shen Qingqiu feels the air get knocked out of him. Liu Qingge grabs him by his wrists in a forceful manner and slams his body against the wall. Then Liu Qingge leans in, grips his wrists tightly, and grabs his chin to raise his head and look him in the eye. 

“Don’t you dare finish that thought,” Liu Qingge rasps in a rough voice. His eyes are blown wide with a dangerous glint in them.  “You’re mine. All mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Do you understand?” 

Shen Qingqiu’s cock twitches underneath his robes as he struggles in his hold. His eyes are dilated in shock. Liu Qingge… Liu Qingge has never acted like this. 

He squirms. He so badly wants to move, but Liu Qingge’s grasp on him only tightens in return. The brute’s grip on his chin is punishing, and Shen Qingqiu lets an involuntary gasp underneath his breath. 

Upon his silence, Liu Qingge’s face hardens. He clenches his jaw.

“Do you understand?” He repeats — no, demands. 

Shen Qingqiu lets out a sharp breath. Then he mirrors Liu Qingge’s heavy gaze with a challenging stare. “Remind me then,” He whispers. “That I’m yours. That nobody else is allowed to touch me,” He continues. “Or are you too much of a coward to claim what’s yours?” 

Liu Qingge snarls. He snarls. 

Before Shen Qingqiu could blink, Liu Qingge leans in and captures his lips in a punishing kiss. The brute wraps his arms around Shen Qingqiu and pulls him forward in an embrace that leaves Shen Qingqiu breathless. He could only moan and take whatever Liu Qingge gives him. Every graze of his tongue, every bite, every clashing of teeth. 

Shen Qingqiu hadn’t known that Liu Qingge could kiss like this. 

As if Shen Qingqiu is nothing but a piece of meat that should be devoured. As if Liu Qingge were a man dying of thirst. As if Shen Qingqiu would vanish away from his grasp if he doesn’t claim and take. 

Eventually, Shen Qingqiu pushes him away to catch air. An obscene string of saliva connects their mouths, and the sight of it only spurs Shen Qingqiu on further. 

Liu Qingge doesn’t wait. He moves to kiss Shen Qingqiu’s jaw, peppering open-mouthed kisses that leave a delightful smack against Shen Qingqiu’s skin all the way down to his neck — to which he decides to bite and lick. 

It leaves Shen Qingqiu gasping. “W-wait—”

Liu Qingge answers him with a more forceful bite. “You told me. You wanted this,” The brute rasps and moves to kiss his way upwards to meet Shen Qingqiu’s lips again. “You’re going to take what you so wanted to. Understand?” 

Liu Qingge bites his jaw. Shen Qingqiu whines.

“That’s what I thought.” 

Liu Qingge moves again. He kisses Shen Qingqiu’s lips and picks him up. Despite Shen Qingqiu’s hazy mind, his eyes grow wide, and he lets out a surprised moan. Liu Qingge proceeds to walk, leading both of them towards the bedroom while Shen Qingqiu instinctively wraps his legs around the other’s waist and lets himself get carried away.

His heart is beating like war drums in his ear. Some liquid has formed in the crevices of his eyes, and he moans as Liu Qingge bites his lips. 

Then, Liu Qingge stops in his tracks. He tosses Shen Qingqiu into the bed, and before Shen Qingqiu’s brain could even catch up to comprehend what had just happened, Liu Qingge climbs on top of him and kisses him again. 

Shen Qingqiu is going to go insane. 

Liu Qingge grinds down and groans, seeking some friction unconsciously as Shen Qingqiu feels something hard poke near his stomach. Normally, he would be delighted to feel it, and he would even go to lengths to spur Liu Qingge further. But this time, he couldn’t help but shiver in fear. 

This— this brute is big. 

Shen Qingqiu has always known that Liu Qingge is well-endowed. He’s felt it many times, pressed against his body as they lay tangled in bed in the morning or when things get heated while kissing. But things have never really dawned on him that it would be this big, and he has to take it. 

He’s certain that it’ll fit. But is he ready?

Liu Qingge groans again and licks his tongue. Then he pulls back and unceremoniously rips Shen Qingqiu’s robes open, tearing the fabric and shocking the latter. 

“Q-Qingge!” Shen Qingqiu exclaims. 

He tries to cover himself again quickly as the apples of his cheeks start to flush in a crimson hue. He’s never been in this state of undress underneath Liu Qingge’s gaze, and it makes him want to cover up and bury himself underground. 

But Liu Qingge isn't having any of it. The man tilts his head to the side before proceeding to grab both of Shen Qingqiu’s wrists and holding them upwards in the bed. 

“I want to see Shixiong. Why are you covering up?” 

Shen Qingqiu tries to move but is left trapped in Liu Qingge’s punishing grip. “Qingge—”

“I want to taste all of you. How dare you cover up?” 

Then he pinches Shen Qingqiu’s nipples. 

“N-Ngh.” Shen Qingqiu moans. 

“They look delicious,” Liu Qingge rasps out. “I want a taste.” 

Then Liu Qingge leans down and takes a nipple in his mouth. Shen Qingqiu stiffens momentarily before letting out a large moan that resounds in the room. His cock twitches again, and his legs squirm underneath Liu Qingge’s body. 

Not wanting to leave the other nipple unattended, Liu Qingge uses his other hand to play with it, making the nubs harden underneath his touch. The act spurs Shen Qingqiu further, and he lets out a louder moan that makes Liu Qingge groan and bite on the tit he has in his mouth, 

“Q-Qingge!”

Liu Qingge lets the nipple go with a pop and moves to the other one to suck it into his mouth. The suction causes lewd noises to echo in the air, making Shen Qingqiu hornier. He arches into Liu Qingge’s touch, pushing his chest forward as the other man sucks on his tit and plays with his other nipple. Full-fledged tears have finally formed in his eyes at the stimulation nd Liu Qingge’s deathly grip on his wrists leaves a delicious feeling that makes Shen Qingqiu moan even further. 

When sniffs start to resound in the room, Liu Qingge pulls back. His hardened gaze falters, replaced by a softened face and worried eyes. “S-shixiong?” 

Shen Qingqiu blinks the tears that have pooled in his eyes as he feels Liu Qingge’s grip relax on him. Then he feels a warm touch that wipes away his tears. He glances up at Liu Qingge confusedly. “W-why’d you stop?”

“You’re crying. I went too far, we should—”

“No!” Shen Qingqiu cuts off and grabs his wrist tightly. “Don’t you dare stop, you brute! I’ll never forgive you again!”

“B-but I made you cry.” 

“You made me cry because of how good you were making me feel, you imbecile! I’ll really kill you if we don’t go all the way today!” Shen Qingqiu sniffles again and tightens his hold further. “I-Ive never been this intimate with somebody. O-of course I’ll be sensitive to your touches easily!”

Liu Qingge pauses as his brain tries to catch up with everything that’s going on. The heat in his body feels too much, and he’s honestly blacked out in the last moments of their conversation. Shen Qingqiu’s sniffles had roused him like a cold bucket of water, clearing away the hazy fog that the pollen had clouded his system with. 

“A-Are you sure?” Liu Qingge couldn’t help but ask again. “I can’t— I can’t promise that I can hold back, Qingqiu.” 

“Liu Qingge, I will kill you myself if you stop. So shut your mouth and come here.” Shen Qingqiu threatens in an authoritarian tone. 

He doesn’t give Liu Qingge any more chances of retorting and yanks him forward and kisses him, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Liu Qingge’s neck. Liu Qingge remains frozen, hands awkwardly raised on his sides as he tries to retain the remaining bits of his control. But then Shen Qingqiu nibbles on his bottom lip, making him gasp, and his Shixiong takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in and release a whine. 

To hell with it. 

Liu Qingge tosses all of his remaining restraint outside the window and pulls Shen Qingqiu closer, earning him a pleased moan from the other man. 

He sucks Shen Qingqiu’s tongue and yanks his robes with an impatient gruff. The motion allows Shen Qingqiu to pull back and disrupt the kiss. Shen Qingqiu looks at him dazedly while Liu Qingge busies himself in getting the robes off his lover’s body. 

The moment he gets Shen Qingqiu’s robes off of him, Liu Qingge pauses to take a look at the vast expanse of skin and muscle. His gaze is piercing, and Shen Qingqiu feels as if he’s being burned.

A shiver runs down his spine. He moves his arms to cover himself again, but Liu Qingge sees through him immediately and stops him by grabbing his wrists again. 

“Why do you keep covering yourself?” Liu Qingge asks, letting out an amused huff. “You’re beautiful.” 

Shen Qingqiu’s face burns. He snaps his gaze to the side to hide from Liu Qingge’s burning gaze. “S-stop talking nonsense.” 

“I’m speaking the truth,” Liu Qingge bends down to press a kiss to his neck, then stops to inhale his scent. His hands roam itself in the planes of Shen Qingqiu’s body, his fingertips grazing the skin of Shen Qingqiu’s arms, stomach, and chest. “You have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen and touched,” Liu Qingge’s breath hitches. “You deserve to be worshipped.” 

Before Shen Qingqiu could reply, Liu Qingge starts to pepper his neck with kisses, trailing all the way down to his shoulders and then to his chest. The moment he reaches Shen Qingqiu’s pecs, he halts and blows a breath to a nipple, admiring the bites and marks, before capturing it again with his mouth. 

Shen Qingqiu lets out a high-pitched moan. Both his hands fly towards Liu Qingge’s head and entangle themselves with the locks of Liu Qingge’s hair. When Liu Qingge sucks hard, Shen Qingqiu jerks in the bed and involuntarily pulls Liu Qingge’s hair with a whine. “Qingge.” 

Liu Qingge moaned in approval and, emboldened by Shen Qingqiu’s actions, bites the nipple again. Shen Qingqiu lets out another pathetic moan and grips his hair harder, his back arching off the bed and into Liu Qingge’s touch against his will. 

Liu Qingge pulls back and looks up at him from his chest. “Do you want more? I want to do this right.” 

“You brute, I really will kill you if you stop.” Shen Qingqiu sobs. “Give me more, asshole!” 

He pushes Liu Qingge’s head to bend down again, and Liu Qingge complies. This time, he reaches towards the left nipple and welcomes it to his mouth again with a satisfied moan and suckles. The nails of Shen Qingqiu’s hand graze through his scalp, but Liu Qingge doesn’t mind the pain. No. In fact, he’s encouraged by it. He sucks harder, his other hand moving to pinch and tweak the nipple he had suckled on earlier. 

Shen Qingqiu’s lower body pushes into the mattress as his upper back arches. He pushes Liu Qingge to his chest, his lips chanting Liu Qingge’s name like a mantra, as Liu Qingge continues to suck at his tit as if milk would come out of it. 

Shen Qingqiu squirms, tears pooling in his eyes at the stimulation. His cock pathetically twitches underneath his pants, precum dripping from the tip. “Ah! Qingge!” 

Liu Qingge moves his hand away from Shen Qingqiu’s other tit and moves it to take his cock out of his pants. Shen Qingqiu lets out a loud and sharp gasp and bites into the back of his hand as Liu Qingge grips his cock and starts to jerk him off — all while suckling at his nipple alongside occasional licks and bites. 

Shen Qingqiu’s moans rise to a higher octave as continuous streaks of tears fall from his eyes. He clutches Liu Qingge’s head and thrashes in the bed, his body not knowing whether he wants to have more or get Liu Qingge away due to the overstimulation. They continue to go at it, stuck in an endless loop of pleasure and lewd sounds until Shen Qingqiu reaches his peak. “Qingge!”

Spurts of cum erupt from his cock and spill into Liu Qingge’s hand and Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. Liu Qingge sucks his nipple as his climax continues, his hand continuing their movements in Shen Qingqiu’s cock. 

Too much. It’s too much. Shen Qingqiu is going to lose his mind. 

“E-Enough. Qingge I can’t. N-No more.” 

But Liu Qingge doesn’t listen to him. He lets go of Shen Qingqiu’s nipple with a pop and moves his hand faster. “You can. Shixiong is capable of anything.” 

“I-I really can’t. No more, Qingge— ah please!”

Liu Qingge doesn’t listen. He takes his other teat into his mouth and proceeds to suckle on it again as his hand continues its movements. And Shen Qingqiu, who hasn’t even finished cumming, blows spurts of cum again and again with a high-pitched scream from his throat. 

He’s shaking and crying. Sobs and sniffles resound in the room, and his face and body feel sticky with all the tears and cum. Liu Qingge lets go of his cock and nipple and proceeds to move up the bed to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Shen Qingqiu could do nothing but let the touch into his lips as he lay there with no strength in his body. 

“You did well for me. You’re really beautiful, Qingqiu.” Liu Qingge rasps. “So beautiful. So beautiful for me. Only mine.” 

Despite his cum-fiddled mind and hazy sight, Shen Qingqiu finds himself nodding. “Yours. Only yours.” 

Liu Qingge lets out another pleased sound and captures his lips in another soft kiss — this time more lingering. 

When they pull away, Shen Qingqiu whines. “Off. Take your robes off. Fuck me.” 

Liu Qingge pauses. “I need to prepare you—”

“There’s no need,” Shen Qingqiu cuts off, looking away as his cheeks flush into a dusty pink. “I already prepared myself before coming here.” 

Liu Qingge’s entire body freezes. Then he clenches his jaw and growls. “You really will be the death of me.” 

Shen Qingqiu, pleased with his reaction, eyes the tent in Liu Qingge’s legs. He needs it in him. Now. If Liu Qingge doesn’t fuck him today, he really might as well just die. 

“Need it now, Qingge. Fuck me,” He pants. “Please.” 

Liu Qingge grunts roughly and moves. He rips his robes open like an animal and tosses them off the side before moving to remove his pants. Shen Qingqiu raises himself on his elbows to take a look, his eyes harboring neediness in their hungry gaze. 

Before him, Liu Qingge manages to step out of his clothes, standing in front of the bed in his naked glory. Shen Qingqiu lets his gaze linger. Lets it take every contour of Liu Qingge’s body. His chest, his arms, moving all the way down to the sword between his thighs, which stands hard and red. 

It’s not the biggest Shen Qingqiu has seen. He’s heard and seen worse from anecdotes from his jiejies and illustrations from erotic picture books. But it’s still big. Lengthy without being too girthy. It stands proud between Liu Qingge’s legs and bobs as he moves to go back into the bed. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t take his eyes off of it even when Liu Qingge arrives in front of him to tease him again. He stares and stares, as if entranced. And he couldn’t help the way his breath wavers. 

Liu Qingge raises his chin to meet his gaze. “Eyes up here.” 

Shen Qingqiu reddens further but immediately follows. When he meets Liu Qingge’s eye, the other man quickly captures his lips in a kiss, sliding in a few tongue that leaves Shen Qingqiu gasping for more. 

“I won’t hold back, but tell me if it’s too much.” Liu Qingge whispers. 

Shen Qingqiu wordlessly nods, then proceeds to open his thighs before wrapping his arms around Liu Qingge’s neck. His nostrils flare, and his heart lurches into a heavy beating underneath his chest in anticipation. Liu Qingge moves. 

Except he doesn’t line his cock into Shen Qingqiu’s gaping hole, much to the latter’s confusion. Instead, he moves his hand and inserts a finger. 

“Qingge, put it in.” Shen Qingqiu whines. But Liu Qingge doesn’t falter in his motions. He continues wordlessly and even inserts another finger. Shen Qingqiu’s thighs quake, and a bead of sweat slides down from his forehead. “Qingge, put it in. I told you I’m rea—”

“I want Shixiong to beg this Shidi.” Liu Qingge says blankly and angles his fingers in the right spot, momentarily making Shen Qingqiu see stars. 

Shen Qingqiu tightens his grip around his neck and groans. “Stop this! Get on with it, we can’t waste time.” 

Liu Qingge shakes his head. “Not before you tell me how much you want it. Why don’t you tell me, Shixiong?” 

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth as Liu Qingge moves his fingers again. A pathetic moan escapes his lips unwittingly, and he has to bite the insides of his cheeks to refrain from making noises anymore. 

He knows he had begged for it earlier. But he had let those words out of his mouth in the heat of the moment, which was in quick succession! And now this brute wants him to beg like a whore again? Shen Qingqiu’s pride couldn’t take it. 

And since when did Liu Qingge become so demanding!? He has never asked or ordered him around before. And now he has the guts to prolong both of their misery and delay their coupling just so that he could hear Shen Qingqiu beg? Has the sex pollen gotten into that brain of his so bad that he had the gall to pull something off like this? 

Liu Qingge moves his fingers again and hits that spot that makes Shen Qingqiu want to drool again. “I really won’t put it in Shixiong if you don’t tell me.” 

He twists his fingers. Shen Qingqiu cries. 

“Tell me.” 

“W-what’s with you— ah.” Shen Qingqiu moans. Liu Qingge hits the spot again, and stars appear in Shen Qingqiu’s eyes again. “G-get on with it.”

“Not until you beg me.” 

Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes in frustration as tears begin to seep through his eyelids again. Liu Qingge continues his movements. “Q-Qingge, please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“F-fuck me. Put it in. Please,” Shen Qingqiu sobs. Liu Qingge doesn’t reply and continues to move his fingers. “Please! Put it in. Fuck me— I-I need it!”

“You need what?” Liu Qingge asks.

“Your cock!” Shen Qingqiu cries. Sniffles echo in the air. Liu Qingge aims for that spot again. “P-please Qingge!”

With a grunt, Liu Qingge bends down to kiss Shen Qingqiu’s lips and pulls his fingers away. Shen Qingqiu whimpers into his mouth, and Liu Qingge eagerly swallows the sobs emitting from his lover. 

When he pulls back, he finally does what Shen Qingqiu has long wanted: he lines his hard and aching cock into Shen Qingqiu’s hole and slides in. 

They both moan in unison. 

The stretch leaves Shen Qingqiu gasping. His sight goes blurry, and his nails imprint themselves on the skin of Liu Qingge’s back. Liu Qingge grunts and moves his hips a bit to bury more of his cock in. Shen Qingqiu lets out a sharp moan, and his nails rake themselves into Liu Qingge’s back harder. 

“Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge says softly once his entire cock is in. He bends down and plants a kiss on Shen Qingqiu’s forehead. “Are you alright?” 

Despite the tears in his eyes, Shen Qingqiu nods. 

Liu Qingge places a chaste kiss on his lips. He raises his fingers to Shen Qingqiu’s face and places the lost strands of hair away from his skin, before moving to run his fingers through his scalp. Shen Qingqiu eases into the touches, his body relaxing underneath Liu Qingge’s heavy weight. Eventually, his nails withdraw themselves from harshly raking down on Liu Qingge’s skin. Then his hands move to wrap themselves around Liu Qingge’s neck. 

Shen Qingqiu pulls him down for a kiss, and Liu Qingge complies. “I-I’m fine. You can move now.” 

Worry appears on Liu Qingge’s face. “Are you sure?” 

“Mn,” Shen Qingqiu sniffles. He tightens his grip on Liu Qingge and opens his legs wider. “Fuck me. Please, Qingge.” 

Something flashes in Liu Qingge’s eyes for a brief second, but it vanishes quickly, and his gaze hardens. With a grunt as his reply, Liu Qingge shifts in the bed, pulls back, and thrusts in. 

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widen. A lewd moan flies out of his lips. 

Liu Qingge groans in satisfaction and proceeds to repeat the same motion. He bottoms out, thrusts in, over and over — building a rhythm of pleasure that leaves Shen Qingqiu gasping out ah, ah, ahs that go higher and higher in octave. The lewd sounds of their slick skin slapping against each other fill the room, and it makes Shen Qingqiu hotter. The bed beneath them shakes, rattling against the floorboards of Liu Qingge’s room, as pathetic whines and rough grunts intertwine with the sounds of their fucking in the air. 

Liu Qingge sends a particularly harsh thrust, making Shen Qingqiu moan pathetically. 

“Should’ve done this earlier. Should’ve fucked you good. You look good writhing in my cock.” Liu Qingge growls. 

“Ah, ah, ah — Qingge!” 

“If you could just see yourself, Qingqiu. You look so lewd,” Liu Qingge rasps. He looks down with a crazy look in his eyes and admires the sweat on Shen Qingqiu’s skin, the tears in his eyes, the marks all over his body, and smirks. “Who knew Shixiong could be such a slut for me?” 

A thrust. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes cock twitch at the words, and his hole clenches around Liu Qingge’s dick. 

Liu Qingge’s eyes grow large, and a dark laugh comes out of his mouth. “You like that, Qingqiu?” 

Shen Qingqiu raises his arm to cover his eyes, but Liu Qingge grabs him by the wrists to stop him immediately. The pace of his thrusts amps faster. Shen Qingqiu sobs. 

“What did I say about covering up? Shixiong should never cover himself. Let this Shidi admire and worship you,” Liu Qingge says. “It’s what you deserve.” 

Shen Qingqiu’s hole clenches again, and a high-pitched moan comes out of his lips. Liu Qingge smiles deeper, and a crazed look plasters itself on his face. He readjusts their position in the bed and raises Shen Qingqiu’s legs over his shoulders, allowing him to thrust in deeper. The change in position leaves Shen Qingqiu gasping. And when Liu Qingge presumes his rhythmic thrusts again, loud cries and moans erupt from Shen Qingqiu’s lips. 

His jaw goes slack, and drool starts to spill from his mouth. The movement of Liu Qingge’s thrust jostles his body backward, and he even starts to move upwards in the bed. But Shen Qingqiu doesn’t care. He couldn’t care. Not when Liu Qingge’s hardened pillar is thrusting inside him over and over again, and everything feels so hot and so good. 

Shen Qingqiu feels so good. 

So this is what it feels like. Shen Qingqiu’s fucked-out mind thought. He feels hot, sticky — and yet light. His body hurts, but at the same time, the pleasure he feels makes him unable to get enough of the sensation. He wants Liu Qingge to continue fucking him, harder and harder, and if he stops, he might as well die. He feels as if his body is floating, and the sounds of their coupling feel as if it’s gradually fading into the distance. 

“Fuck — Shixiong. Take it,” Liu Qingge growls. “This is what you begged for, right? Then take it.” 

Shen Qingqiu whines at the words. Liu Qingge thrusts and thrusts again, his balls slapping against the skin of Shen Qingqiu’s ass over and over again. 

A thrust, and Shen Qingqiu is cumming. 

His mouth lets out a loud cry of Liu Qingge’s name as his body starts convulsing underneath Liu Qingge’s body. His cock spurts out cum to his stomach all the way to his chin as Liu Qingge continues to move, fucking him throughout his orgasm. Chasing for his own relief. 

When Shen Qingqiu finishes, his body grows slack. He lies there in the bed in his own pool of sweat, streaks of cum coating his stomach. His hair is a mess, drool is spilling down to his chin, and his eyes have tears. 

Beautiful. He looks so beautiful. Liu Qingge thought. 

The hunger in his stomach grows louder. He bends down and licks a stripe of Shen Qingqiu’s tears away before capturing his slack mouth for a kiss. His hips continue to move on their own, seeking more pleasure. Seeking release. All while Shen Qingqiu lies on the bed, dazed and unmoving. As if he’s nothing but a body for Liu Qingge to fuck to. To use. 

Mine. He’s mine. He’s only mine. 

Liu Qingge moves his hips at another angle and proceeds to thrust harder. The sounds of skin slapping echo louder, and the bed beneath them starts to rattle even more. Shen Qingqiu still lies unmoving below him, but every move of Liu Qingge’s hips garners a gasp from him. 

Liu Qingge loses himself. His entire body burns, and his heart is beating loudly underneath his chest. His hips move with their own mind, swaying according to the pollen that’s running through his veins. Groans erupt from his mouth, and the pants that fly out of his lips make him sound like a rugged and dying animal. The rhythmic thrust of his hips starts to falter. Then, he’s cumming. 

He cums hard, not letting go of Shen Qingqiu’s body as he unloads inside of his Shixiong. His hips continue to move occasionally as he rides out his orgasm in sloppy movements. 

A few moments later, he finishes his climax. A cry of Qingqiu comes out of his lips, and the hotness in his veins vanishes. His body goes slack and lands on top of Shen Qingqiu’s sleeping figure. 

Then, everything goes black. 

Shen Qingqiu wakes up feeling as if he’s been run over by a beast. 

His throat is parched. His body is sore. Everything hurts from all over, and a heavy weight is even pressed over his already aching body. He wants to move and stretch his limbs, but the body on top of him is making it damn near impossible to. 

“Qingge.” He tries to call out.

Liu Qingge is slumped on his chest, his chin tucked into Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder, and his face planted on the bed. Shen Qingqiu tries to wake him up by calling him again and tapping his biceps, but the other man remains asleep and unmoving. Shen Qingqiu shifts his weight to try to move again, but not only does the movement not work — it also makes him realize something. 

Something is still poking his sore hole. Liu Qingge’s cock, hard and proud, is still inside his chrysanthemum. 

He’s still filled with Liu Qingge’s cock. All while stuffed with his cum. 

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widen at the realization, and a burning color starts to dust his cheeks. He bites his tongue as he stares at the ceiling with no choice but to continue lying there and wait for god knows when. He thinks about what they had done. His provocations towards Liu Qingge, the way Liu Qingge turned into a practically new person, and how good everything had felt. 

It might not have been ideal for the first time, but… he liked it when Liu Qingge had been rough. The way he had growled and proceeded to stake his claim on him. Shen Qingqiu enjoyed the possessiveness and roughness of it all. It may have been the sex pollen talking, but he didn’t mind Liu Qingge’s roughness. He is a brute after all, and seeing him restrain himself in bed when Shen Qingqiu knows what he’s capable of when fighting is not what he wants. He also didn’t mind the language Liu Qingge had used. In fact— 

He liked it. His chrysanthemum. clenched like a vice. His cock twitched. He was fond of it. 

Still staring at the ceiling, his cheeks reddened into a deeper shade. He bites the insides of his cheeks and squirms from underneath Liu Qingge’s body. The movement causes Liu Qingge to move slightly and wakes him up. He makes a disgruntled noise and gathers himself up, propping his figure with his elbows. His eyes are half-opened, and Shen Qingqiu could notice the exact moment realization dawns on him. “Qing—Qingqiu?”

“About time you woke up,” Shen Qingqiu rasps out, his voice hoarse. “I’ve been trying to wake you for the past few minutes or so.” 

“I— Did I fall asleep on top of you? I’m sorry. I must have been heavy. I’ll—” Liu Qingge shifts to move his body but immediately stops upon noticing that they’re still connected. His gaze quickly lands on their lower bodies, his dark eyes glancing over his own cock in Shen Qingqiu’s chrysanthemum. 

“You  fell asleep while still inside me.” Shen Qingqiu grumbles and looks away, his cheeks still red. 

“I’m—I’m sorry, Qingqiu.” Liu Qingge stammers. He plants himself firmer and moves to remove himself when both of  Shen Qingqiu’s legs wrap themselves around his waist, locking him. Then he pulls Liu Qingge forward and wraps his arms around Liu Qingge's neck, his legs firmly locked in place like a chain. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Qingqiu, let go. We should fix ourselves alr—”

Shen Qingqiu clenches his hole around him. Liu Qingge bites back a groan. 

“You’re still hard.” 

“Qingqiu, stop playing games. We need to clean ourselves.”

“You’re still hard,” Shen Qingqiu repeats sharply. “Meaning we still haven’t flushed everything out of your system. We should do it again.”

“Qingqiu, I was too harsh on you earlier,” Liu Qingge’s voice breaks. “You need to rest. Let go of me, and I can get up and get something to clean you up wi—”

“You’re still hard, and I’m still not satisfied,” Shen Qingqiu interjects. He grabs Liu Qingge by the hair and bends him down so that their faces are only an inch apart. “Haven’t we established that I won’t break under you?”

“But—”

Shen Qingqiu grabs him by his chin in a punishing grip. “I know you want it. I can even feel you growing,” He says. Liu Qingge tries to look away in shame, but Shen Qingqiu tightens his hold. “You’re a brute. Even in bed. I prefer you that way.” 

Liu Qingge’s eyes widen. “What?”

“I know you’ve always held back. What do you take me for?” Shen Qingqiu snaps. “But I’m telling you, Liu Qingge, you really don’t have to treat me like a weakling. Like I’m something that'll break easily,” He stares at Liu Qingge with a heavy gaze. “I’m your partner. I’m your equal. I’m the one who decided to go out with a damned brute. And I want that brute to stop hiding himself. I want him to let himself go,” Shen Qingqiu continues. “Because I like you for every part you are, Liu Qingge. Now are you going to fuck me again or not?” 

Liu Qingge’s eyes are dilated. His gaze is unwavering, and his chest starts to heave. He places a punishing grip on the hand Shen Qingqiu uses to hold his chin. With his jaw clenched and a vein protruding on his forehead, he says in a rough voice: “You can’t take this back. I’ll never be able to restrain myself after completely letting go.” 

Shen Qingqiu wraps his legs around him tighter, the back of his ankles digging into the skin of Liu Qingge’s back. “You know I never go back on my word.” 

Liu Qingge growls and captures his lips in a deep and searing kiss.

+1 

Ming Fan frowns upon hearing the order. “What do you mean I can’t visit Shizun? It’s my schedule to deliver his dinner!”

Hei Xiang, his Shixiong, lets out an exasperated sigh. “I already told you to just stick your head out of it. If you really want to be Shizun’s head disciple, then you should know when and where to stop asking questions.” 

“But I’ve always delivered Shizun’s food around this time. Are you— am I being replaced?’ He accuses.

It’s true that Ming Fan is eyeing the head disciple position. It’s a fact known to everyone in their peak, and he’s never been shy to say it. No wonder other people would want to sabotage him for their own good! His Hei-xiong has always been kind and patient with him, but who knows what ambitions he also has? After all, he’s served Shizun longer than him  — he’s been in the mountain for even longer. 

“No, you’re not. Quit asking questions and just follow what’s been ordered. If Shizun doesn’t want you there, then he doesn’t,” Hei Xiang scolds sternly. “It’s for your own good. Now follow.” Then, he winces. 

The wince doesn’t go unnoticed by Ming Fan. He opens his mouth to retort, maybe even ask his Shixiong what that look is for,  but Hei Xiang has already turned on his heel and walks away. 

Ba! If you’re not going to let me, then I’ll just go there myself! 

He knows that his Shizun would always welcome any food. And while he’s not his favorite, Hei Xiang is one of the rare disciples in the peak who often gets lesser punishments. If he does get in trouble, he wouldn’t have to mind too much, and it’s nothing that he couldn’t handle. He can sneak into the kitchens and bribe some of the aunties there to make his Shizun’s food under the guise of having his own separate meal prepared. 

So Ming Fan does. He makes a beeline to the kitchens, bribes some of the kitchen staff with a generous number of spirit tones, and sneaks towards his Shizun’s bamboo house. The rest of the disciples are undoubtedly eating their dinner, so he wouldn’t have to worry about being caught. 

He wouldn’t have to worry about anything. In fact, this entire mission has been going well!  

Only when he reaches the bamboo house does he stop in his tracks. His fist is raised in mid air, about to knock, when repeated thuds echo from the inside. 

There’s a rough groan. A cry. A whine. Then moans that increasingly go higher in octave in the same rhythm as the thuds resound in the air. Ming Fan almost drops the tray in his hand as his body freezes. The realization of what he’s hearing crashes over him like a pair of violent waves. 

There’s a slap of skin, and a rough and familiar voice cries: “Ngh— Qingge!”

T-that’s his Shizun. That’s undoubtedly his Shizun! H-he and Liu-Shishu are— they were—

“No, you’re not. Quit asking questions and just follow what’s been ordered. If Shizun doesn’t want you there, then he doesn’t,” Hei Xiang scolds sternly. “It’s for your own good. Now follow.”

Ming Fan nearly drops the tray and runs away in fear.