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As soon as Shen Qingqiu had heard the rumbling of the cave that they’d been exploring, he’d cried out to Luo Binghe that they needed to get out of there. The little head start that he had meant that he was perfectly situated to get trapped within the collapsing rocks—quick thinking, flexibility and an explosive application of qi was the only thing that prevented him from being crushed by the tons of mountain falling onto him.
Which is how he ended up in this situation—half buried in rocks, Luo Binghe thankfully free behind him, but in the precarious situation where any careless change might bring the whole thing crashing down around him.
As soon as the dust settled, he’d expected Luo Binghe to begin digging him out. Instead, a long silence had begun to cause prickles to run down his spine, and he realized what Luo Binghe was looking at. The situation that he’s in has to be an absolute classic; it’s when he puts it together that he finally begins to worry about why Binghe is hesitating.
This master’s ass is not currently free for the taking! Shen Qingqiu would like some help getting unstuck, thank you!
Unfortunately, Luo Binghe does not seem to be of the same mindset.
“Shizun…”
“I know. Stop looking, Binghe!”
“This disciple isn’t looking at anything, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu calls bullshit. He can feel the heat of his husband’s gaze behind him, even if he can’t see it, trapped in rocks as he is!
“Then why isn’t my disciple helping his master free from the landslide?” Shen Qingqiu mutters, though he knows at this point that it’s hopeless.
A light swish of fabric comes from behind him; he can feel the sweep of Luo Binghe’s robes at his ankles. “It’s just…like this, Shizun is…” His voice is muffled to Shen Qingqiu’s ears, muted by the stone separating them.
Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want him to finish that sentence. It’s too embarrassing!
“Don’t you dare, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu warns.
Luo Binghe dares. Shen Qingqiu jolts when he feels a hand press against his spine, right above his ass, then slide down to cradle the flesh. A noise emerges from him that he refuses to acknowledge.
“Bing-he!”
“Apologies, Shizun,” Luo Binghe simpers, sounding not apologetic in the slightest. “It’s just that Shizun is so tempting, and it’s been so long…”
Three days! It’s only been three days—Shen Qingqiu would know, because Luo Binghe would never dare let it go longer without seizing the opportunity to get his dick wet. And maybe Shen Qingqiu would ensure that he was conveniently reminded if he ever forgot, but that sort of reminder was meant to take place at home, in their chambers in the underground palace! Not in the middle of a cavern they’d been exploring on a simple, unassuming date.
“You’re being too presumptuous,” Shen Qingqiu complains, though he can already feel heat beginning to curl in his stomach, Luo Binghe’s touch through his clothes embarrassing in a thrilling way, making him shift. His toes brush the ground, but it’s not enough to give him any leverage, and he can’t do much to shift away from it.
It’s like—well, it’s like being set on display for Luo Binghe.
Hrnghh. Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes and tries to accept his fate.
“Then pardon this disciple for his presumption,” Luo Binghe says, and with a loud ripping sound, the cloth around his waist is torn away and Shen Qingqiu is put entirely on display.
Shen Qingqiu yelps. “Binghe! What happened to preferring to look at my face during these things?”
It’s his last wall of defense, and for a moment, he hears Luo Binghe’s rustling behind him pause.
“Shizun is correct, as always,” Luo Binghe admits. “But in this situation, Shizun is just too tempting…I can put up with this for a little bit. Isn’t it okay every now and then?”
It never seems to be when it’s Shen Qingqiu’s request, but whatever! He hears the sound of a bottle being uncapped, and a moment later, he jolts when fingers touch his bare hole.
“Fuck,” he breathes as fingers rub over his opening, little circles that make sparks of heat flare.
Over the years of their marriage, Luo Binghe has learned a thing or two, and Shen Qingqiu can feel arousal starting to build as Luo Binghe just plays with his opening, not deigning to do anything concrete yet.
“Of course I always prefer to see your face,” Luo Binghe says. “But this disciple can see the appeal of this kind of thing, as well. Like this, Shizun is on display for me, and you never want me to look at you here. I like getting to see where you take me in, Shizun. It’s so small, it’s always surprising that I fit, but I do. Don’t you think that’s a little bit exciting?”
Shen Qingqiu knows it’s surprising that Luo Binghe’s cock fits inside! He’s surprised that it does every single time!
“Shut up,” he groans, wishing he could move—Luo Binghe’s incessant teasing isn’t helping him in the least, and he digs his fingers into his palms. He’s pressed between two large rocks, and all he can do is pillow his head in his arms to hide from the unforgiving sharp edges of the stones and feel everything that Luo Binghe is doing to him.
Luo Binghe is right. Like this, Shen Qingqiu is basically just a doll to fuck, Luo Binghe’s toy to play with as much as he wants!
Shen Qingqiu ignores the arousal that spikes in his gut at the thought.
“This is okay, right?” Luo Binghe asks, as if Shen Qingqiu hasn’t been telling him off this whole time. “I just can’t help myself. I want to, okay?”
He grits his teeth. “Binghe is going to do what he wants no matter what,” he mutters.
Shen Qingqiu can’t do anything to stop Luo Binghe!
“Then pardon this husband for taking advantage,” Luo Binghe says, and pushes a finger inside.
Shen Qingqiu’s breath catches. His finger is long and dextrous, already pressing against places inside of him that make Shen Qingqiu squirm. It’s nothing compared to the heavenly pillar, but it’s enough for Shen Qingqiu to bite his lip, unable to do anything but sit and allow Luo Binghe to have his way.
These days, Shen Qingqiu always takes the first few fingers easily, his body long since having learned to accommodate Luo Binghe’s size—or maybe he’s just coping. Whatever it is, when Luo Binghe gets impatient and puts in a second finger, Shen Qingqiu barely flinches, instead exhaling softly.
“It’s always hard to wait when I just want to be inside Shizun,” Luo Binghe complains, speaking up again. “Look here. You’re so pink and it’s like you’re sucking my fingers inside—it’s too much temptation, don’t you agree?”
Shen Qingqiu chokes on his rage; like he would say anything of the sort! He wishes he could face Luo Binghe; at least if he could kiss the man he can shut him up. Like this, he’s forced to listen to his husband’s meaningless babbling, the filth that pours from his lips.
“Does this feel good though, Shizun? Is my wife ready yet?”
“Binghe is being a tease,” Shen Qingqiu gasps as Luo Binghe scissors his fingers.
This whole time, despite fingering Shen Qingqiu faithfully, he’s been steadily avoiding Shen Qingqiu’s prostate, skimming past it without stimulating it at all. Arousal has been steadily building inside of him, but it’s all anticipation with no outlet! Shen Qingqiu’s thighs quiver, eager for more, but Luo Binghe just keeps holding back, a horrible menace.
“So this is just fine?” Luo Binghe asks innocently. “If you want something different, just tell this husband. Otherwise we can move on.”
Shen Qingqiu curses. “Binghe knows what I want,” he says.
“Do I?” Luo Binghe curls his fingers, and a shock travels down Shen Qingqiu’s spine as pleasure shoots through his limbs.
“That,” Shen Qingqiu gasps out. “Binghe, more.”
He gives into shamelessness far too quickly these days, and Luo Binghe’s smugness is palpable even without being able to see him. Luo Binghe’s fingers move inside him, a third one bullying its way in to curl with the others, and Shen Qingqiu’s thighs tense as Luo Binghe begins to mercilessly rub his fingers against his prostate. His cock is fully hard now, bare and probably dripping precome on the stone floor between his thighs, and he can only imagine the sight that his bare ass and legs make to Luo Binghe, the utter filth of it.
“Like this,” Luo Binghe murmurs. “It’s fun sometimes.”
Like a tease, Luo Binghe refuses to touch him, and Shen Qingqiu gasps and squirms, barely able to move as Luo Binghe continues to finger him, the heat inside him swirling and building. Each touch to his prostate makes his thighs quiver, his cock jumping, and Luo Binghe’s talented fingers draw him to the edge far too quickly. When he comes, it’s wrenched from him forcefully, and Shen Qingqiu spurts against the stone floor, spilling totally untouched.
For a moment, he’s thankful that Luo Binghe can’t see his face, mired in the humiliation.
“Wife, wife,” Luo Binghe sighs, finally withdrawing his fingers as the pleasure begins to turn to painful overstimulation. “I can’t wait anymore, okay? I’m going to go in.”
Shen Qingqiu wants to protest, but he’s too breathless to summon any words; Luo Binghe’s hands land on his ass, and he feels the cheeks being pried apart, putting his hole even further on display. He wants to hide, but he can’t do anything; his arms are trapped and he can’t move. Instead, he’s only able to take it as he feels Luo Binghe’s cock slide between his cheeks, catching before slipping past the rim, slick from oil.
“Hah,” he pants, clenching reflexively.
Luo Binghe groans. He lines up again, and this time his cock catches and presses in, and Shen Qingqiu feels his body being split apart on Luo Binghe’s obscene length.
Without being able to see his husband, everything is reduced to the place where Luo Binghe enters him, the stretch of his rim around the cock starting to push in and the fingers digging into his ass cheeks. Luo Binghe’s thighs are between his, and he scrambles at the ground but is still unable to get any purchase, his boots and the tatters of his robes at his ankles. He’s only able to try and breathe as Luo Binghe fills him up, a long, unrelenting slide that makes Shen Qingqiu feel as if he’s being torn in two.
No matter how many times he takes it, he’ll never be used to Luo Binghe’s size. It’s too impressive; impossible to overcome!
“Oh, oh,” Luo Binghe pants, a moan catching in his throat. He’s way too impatient, and before long, Shen Qingqiu feels his hips meet his ass, pressing them tight together. “Shizun, husband,” Luo Binghe chants.
The hands on his ass knead at the muscle, squeezing and playing with the flesh, and when Shen Qingqiu feels a thumb press against where his rim is stretched around Luo Binghe’s ridiculous length, he seizes, his leg kicking out to hit Luo Binghe.
“Stop playing around!” he screeches. He can’t bear to be looked at, but there’s nothing he can do, subject to the cock in his ass and the hands playing with him, and when Luo Binghe rocks his hips, he can feel his own traitorous cock jumping, beginning to harden once more.
Luo Binghe braces behind him, beginning to thrust, long rocking movements that jolt Shen Qingqiu and make his limbs shiver. “Shizun never lets me do as I please,” Luo Binghe rambles on. “But like this, I can do whatever I like. Every time I move, I get to see Shizun stretch around me, and take me in, and see how you clench when I do something you like. I like to be able to look at you, and I might be playing around, Shizun, but I think you like it too.”
Shen Qingqiu moans as Luo Binghe shifts his hips and his cock slides against his already-abused prostate. He can do nothing but take it, his own cock now fully hard again, as Luo Binghe plays with his rim and fucks him in long, deep thrusts, clearly just playing around so that he can satisfy himself with the sight of his cock being swallowed by Shen Qingqiu’s ass.
“Touch me,” Shen Qingqiu finally gasps out, tears in his eyes.
“No,” Luo Binghe denies him, and Shen Qingqiu can feel the dampness in his eyelashes, thankful that his husband can’t see his humiliating state. “I want to watch you come like this.”
He already has! Isn’t asking for another orgasm like this too much?
His chest digs into unyielding stone, his hips bruised and battered with each of Luo Binghe’s thrusts, and Shen Qingqiu whimpers quietly under the stimulation to his prostate, cursing Luo Binghe in his heart and soul. His husband has become a total menace in these years, and Shen Qingqiu does nothing but suffer because of it!
Shen Qingqiu clenches around Luo Binghe’s cock, shamelessly trying to tempt his husband into more, and it miraculously does the trick. Luo Binghe’s hips jump and jerk into his, and Luo Binghe groans. There’s a thunking sound, like his head has fallen against the collapsed stone behind them.
“Shizun is too tempting,” Luo Binghe moans, and his thrusts finally speed up. Shen Qingqiu gasps and cries out when Luo Binghe’s hips hit his forcefully, the sound echoing in the cave behind him, and his toes drag against the stone floor with every thrust. The head of his cock drools with each one, and he feels perilously close to coming again—far too close for Luo Binghe’s stamina!
But he can’t tip over the edge, the pleasure still accompanied by spikes of overstimulation, and he grits his teeth, growing desperate as Luo Binghe’s thrusts grow more frenzied. “Binghe, more,” he groans, and Luo Binghe only thrusts harder, faster.
“Shizun can come like this,” Luo Binghe pants, his fingers digging in to Shen Qingqiu’s ass. “I want to watch it.”
“I can’t!” he cries. He really can’t!
“Please, Shizun,” Luo Binghe begs. “I want to watch you come again.”
“You’re too greedy!” Shen Qingqiu shoots back, his head going fuzzy from the feeling of Luo Binghe’s cock withdrawing and pushing back in, filling him up over and over.
“I am,” Luo Binghe agrees quickly. “I’m greedy and shameless, and I love to see Shizun when he’s so full of pleasure that he can’t take it anymore. I love it when you call me husband, and I love to see you stretch around my cock, and I love it when you come without me touching you at all. Won’t you let me see it, Shizun? Wife, please show me how much this husband can pleasure you!”
Shen Qingqiu’s traitorous body gives in. The orgasm is almost painful this time; if he could see anything in the dark overhang of rocks around him, he’s sure his vision would have gone out. He spills over the stone, a weak trickle accompanied by a wave of pleasure that makes him feel as if he’s about to pass out, his body clenching rhythmically around Luo Binghe’s.
Luo Binghe moans and, instead of coming, only speeds up. “Shizun, Shizun,” he pants. “Husband, you feel so good. I love you so much, you’re so beautiful.”
Shen Qingqiu listens in a daze, his lower half limp and dangling as Luo Binghe uses him, fucking him freely. Luo Binghe can’t even see his face, and yet he’s still calling him beautiful—so what part of him has him so enchanted, hah? Ridiculous! When Luo Binghe finally comes, it’s with deep grinds that make Shen Qingqiu feel as if his insides are being rearranged, spilling inside him and hips jerking. He comes to rest with their hips pressed tight together, and Shen Qingqiu doesn’t stir.
He’s glad for the rocks. He would collapse if they weren’t there.
“Thank you,” Luo Binghe says politely, and Shen Qingqiu would hit him if he could.
The cock inside him withdraws, making his limbs twitch with overstimulation, and he can feel come trickling out after, a wet trail down his thigh.
Luo Binghe’s thumb rests over his damp opening, pushing some of his spend back inside. Shen Qingqiu chokes. “Binghe.”
Luo Binghe likes to play with his ass far too much!
“Would Shizun permit this disciple to do something else?”
Shen Qingqiu didn’t permit Luo Binghe to fuck him in the first place!
Luo Binghe naturally doesn’t wait for a response; instead, Shen Qingqiu jolts and yelps as a hot tongue trails up his thigh. Shen Qingqiu gasps and trembles as Luo Binghe licks across his hole, sending shivers and the last dregs of arousal coursing through his body. His cock twitches but doesn’t otherwise respond—he absolutely can’t get it up anymore, no matter what Luo Binghe does!
Luo Binghe doesn’t seem to care. Instead, his hands hold Shen Qingqiu open so he can lick and suck at his hole, slurping loudly in the echoing cave. Shen Qingqiu groans as Luo Binghe eats him out, faithfully cleaning him up. When he finally pulls away, the rush of cool air against his damp rim makes him shiver.
“Are you done?” Shen Qingqiu asks, practically begging.
Luo Binghe makes a humming sound. “This husband could never finish satisfying himself with you,” he says.
“Perhaps Binghe would prefer to continue after this master is free again,” he counters—a rather generous offer, in his opinion.
A pause.
A long pause.
Oh no.
Shen Qingqiu knows that this means nothing good, and when Luo Binghe presses a thumb to his swollen, puffy rim, it confirms it. “Of course this disciple will free Shizun soon,” Luo Binghe says obediently. “But…not yet. I think there are a few things left that this husband would like to do with you.”
Shen Qingqiu clenches his jaw and says his prayers. Luo Binghe is certain to be extracting his unconscious body sometime in the future after he’s done with him!