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Luo Binghe was not the type of person to give up on something just because it was difficult. In fact, he found that sometimes a challenge made the eventual acquisition all the more satisfying. If he was told that something was impossible, that only made him all the more determined to have his way. Luo Binghe had long decided: if something like heaven or fate really existed, he would fight his way above the clouds just to spit in its eye (or a different orifice, depending on the circumstance).
All that to say, he had not given up on that other Shen Qingqiu.
Their first meeting, he had been… unprepared.
Actually, at their very first meeting, he had not yet recognized the odd little treasure he had uncovered, and had reacted according to his old habits regarding his teacher. He later came to deeply regret that oversight, not least because it caused this new Shen Qingqiu to flinch from him in remembered pain.
It had taken patience and endless coaxing, but he had managed to make some progress with his new Shizun despite that initial harm. He could tell that his interest was reciprocated; Luo Binghe was well practiced in the art of seduction, and he could read attraction in Shen Qingqiu’s gaze and jealousy in the petty way he kept bringing up the emperor's harem.
His greatest opposition was, by far, that inferior version of himself.
However, Luo Binghe was a strategist, and he knew that in the course of a campaign sometimes one must concede a single battle in order to win a greater victory.
In this case, that meant taking inspiration from the other Luo Binghe on how to deal with Shen Qingqiu.
The emperor of the three realms could bear a little indignity in pursuit of such sweet rewards. Furthermore, he knew from experience that a critical window of opportunity was closing. If he didn't manage to bed Shen Qingqiu soon, he may lose the chance to ever do so in the future, barring some kind of drastic happening that would be far more difficult to contrive than the one he was currently planning. By his estimation, he had managed to work his way from “threat of imminent murder” to “roguishly charming nuisance,” and it was a short fall from there to “harmless pest,” or worse. Shen Qingqiu had recently started awkwardly talking about his relationship with the younger Luo Binghe, and the last thing he wanted was to play marriage counselor.
No, the time was ripe. Luo Binghe would make his move, and finally grasp everything fate had denied him.
Luo Binghe leaned his weight on the doorframe to the bamboo cottage, knocking just loudly enough to be heard. “Shizun?”
He heard a shuffling from inside.
“Binghe! You’re back earl–oh.” Shen Qingqiu’s face smoothed into impassivity when he saw Luo Binghe. His appearance was perfectly neat, posture impeccable; he looked utterly untouchable, and Luo Binghe swayed forward a bit with the strength of his impulse to tarnish him with his touch.
“Hello, Shizun,” Luo Binghe’s smile was warm, but slightly strained. “May I come in?”
Shen Qingqiu hesitated for a moment. “Binghe’s away on business right now,” he hedged.
Luo Binghe was aware; he had ensured it.
Shen Qingqiu looked Luo Binghe up and down, and something seemed to register as off; he frowned. “Did something happen?”
“It’d be best if we could talk inside.”
Frowning, Shen Qingqiu finally stepped back and opened the door wide enough to usher Luo Binghe through.
Luo Binghe stumbled a bit on his way inside and sat heavily in front of the table. Shen Qingqiu hovered beside him, his wariness visibly turning to worry.
“Are you… all right?”
Luo Binghe couldn’t help his smile. “I will be. But…” His brow furrowed and he gazed up at Shen Qingqiu. “I have a favor to ask, Shizun. I’m sorry, I don’t have anyone else to turn to.”
Shen Qingqiu sank down beside him. “What is it?”
Luo Binghe’s lips quirked ruefully. “I was careless. An enemy ambushed me in my private chambers. I shouldn’t have let my guard down, even there. I managed to escape, but not before they had sprung their trap.”
Shen Qingqiu’s sharp eyes narrowed in either worry or suspicion. “Was there no one with you who could help?”
“I was alone; no one is allowed in those rooms. By now Mobei-jun will have killed the intruder, but I can’t return until I’m no longer… affected, by their curse.”
Shen Qingqiu’s eyebrows rose. “What did they do to you?”
“They activated an array to seal my demonic energy, and then they poisoned me with a certain compound.” Luo Binghe’s eyes lowered demurely. “Is Shizun familiar with the properties of the Seven-Faced Raptor’s venom when combined with the extract of the Flaming Blood Grass?”
Shen Qingqiu coughed. “This master… may have heard of it, yes.”
“As expected of Shizun. Are you aware of the cure?”
Shen Qingqiu produced a fan from somewhere and snapped it open in front of his face. “...yes.”
“Then you have an idea of what I’m about to ask.” Luo Binghe leaned closer, trying to catch Shen Qingqiu’s gaze over the fan. “Truly, I hate to impose on Shizun’s generous and compassionate nature, but there is no one else I can ask.”
Shen Qingqiu raised his fan like a shield. “Surely one of your wives would be happy to assist?”
“I can’t trust that they won’t take advantage of my weakness for their own political ends.” Luo Binghe pressed on the rim of the fan with one finger, lowering it. “Do you find the idea repulsive? If so, I won’t ask again, but–”
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened. “Of course I–that is, you–” he spluttered for a moment. “That isn’t the issue in question!”
Luo Binghe knew that this was the time to press.
He leaned further forwards and reached out to grasp the hem of Shen Qingqiu's sleeve between his fingertips. "Shizun, I-"
"Shizun, I'm home," the other, lesser Luo Binghe's voice came from the entryway, and a moment later he walked into the room. There was a wide smile on his face that immediately fell when he saw Luo Binghe sitting at the table next to Shen Qingqiu.
Luo Binghe immediately made sure to throw a provocative grin at his younger version, even though anger boiled in his chest at being interrupted. He couldn't let him think he wasn't a threat anymore.
"Shizun," the other demon said cheerfully. "What's the pest doing here?"
Before Luo Binghe could say anything, Shen Qingqiu rose from his seat and walked over to his husband.
Luo Binghe clenched his hands into fists at the sight of Shen Qingqiu fussing over the inferior version, righting the lapels of his robes and patting his curls down. Eventually, he couldn't bear to watch anymore and looked down at the table instead.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu said. "It's good that you're here."
"Mhm, this disciple had a bad feeling, so he made his underlings do some actual work and hurried home."
Shen Qingqiu made a strange motion with his hand that looked like he had intended it to be a scolding rap to his disciple’s head, but it had turned into another pat halfway through. "Well, that's good," he cleared his throat. "Because the other Binghe needs your help as soon as possible."
"What?" both Luo Binghes exclaimed in unison. Luo Binghe saw the other’s face twist into the same grimace of dismay he could feel on his own features.
Shen Qingqiu paid them no mind. "I'm afraid he has been poisoned by a mixture of the Seven-Faced Raptor’s venom and Flaming Blood Grass. Oh, and apparently his demonic powers have been suppressed by an array."
The other demon looked past Shen Qingqiu for a moment and gave Luo Binghe an annoyed look, clearly seeing through his plan at once.
"There's no other way to cure him and send him home but dual cultivation with a Heavenly Demon," Shen Qingqiu said, and patted the other’s shoulder consolingly. "And I'm afraid the only Heavenly Demon available right now is you, Binghe."
They both needed a second to comprehend those words, then Luo Binghe sprang up and his double’s eyes widened in horror.
"No," Luo Binghe said harshly, forgetting to moderate his tone. "There's no way I'm going to lay with this pathetic shadow of myself! I came here to get Shizun's help and no one else's."
"Now, don't be ridiculous," Shen Qingqiu said and took out his fan to open it with a snap. “This master’s assistance alone wouldn’t be nearly as effective. Perhaps Binghe isn’t your first choice, but surely it’s better than dying a painful death? Unless you’d like to ask someone else, after all.”
Luo Binghe opened his mouth before helplessly closing it again. Of course, he could break the seal on his powers and burn the poison out of his system at any moment. And he was tempted to do that, just to escape this horrible, humiliating situation.
But if he did that, Shen Qingqiu would know he had lied, and would probably never trust him again. All of the hard work he had put into progressing their relationship would be irrevocably lost.
There was also the fact that sleeping with Shen Qingqiu's husband might give him an in with Shen Qingqiu himself. It wasn't that big of a step, from fucking someone’s spouse to fucking him, too. And even though he would rather do anyone else than this substandard copy, he wasn't blind to that.
Unsure, he remained silent.
In his stead, his double started to pluck at Shen Qingqiu's sleeve and whined: "But Shizun… I don't want him to touch me. I promised that only Shizun could touch me there…”
Looking at those wide, wet puppy eyes, Luo Binghe knew Shen Qingqiu would start to coddle him at any moment and internally grimaced in preparation.
Predictably, one moment later, Shen Qingqiu was petting Binghe's head again and cooing. "Of course he won't take you like that, Binghe, that wouldn't be effective at all. No, you will have to do it to him."
…Wait, what?
Before he could say anything, the pathetic, pleading expression on the other Luo Binghe's face was replaced by a thoughtful look. "Hm," he said, "I suppose that's a little better. If Shizun really wants me to do it, I will."
"No, no, wait a moment," Luo Binghe said, and finally stood up to walk closer, his mouth twisted in anger. "Maybe I would have agreed to do him–perhaps he would have learned a thing or two, who knows?–But letting him do me? There's no way. I won't agree to that."
Shen Qingqiu regarded him with pursed lips and walked closer. A moment later, his cool hands were on Luo Binghe's cheeks and he froze in surprise.
"See, you're already flushed from the poison's fever," Shen Qingqiu said, and Luo Binghe only now understood that he was just taking his temperature, not trying to pull him down for a kiss. "You really mustn't be so stubborn! I promise, Binghe will be very careful, and I will be there the whole time to make sure everything goes well."
That gave Luo Binghe pause. Shen Qingqiu would be there? Would be watching the whole time? Perhaps he could even be convinced to join in…
He threw a glance at his double, but the other looked completely undisturbed at the revelation that his Shizun would join them.
The thought of the other, lesser Luo Binghe fucking him was still aggravating, but this was something, at least. This would give him a chance. He could be appealing enough, tempting enough, that Shen Qingqiu would want him. Would give in to him, next time.
Before he could think too long about it, he gave them a little nod.
Shen Qingqiu whirled around and started to walk into the direction of the bedroom, fluttering his fan to cool the hectic flush that had appeared on his cheeks. "Well, then? Come with me."
With a short look at each other, they followed their Shizun towards the bedroom.
The other Luo Binghe leaned over him with a leer. “I'll prepare you now.”
As always, seeing his own face gave Luo Binghe a frisson of revulsion. But Luo Binghe’s life until now had been complex and adventurous, and it was possible that some wires had been crossed along the way. Luo Binghe had discovered that revulsion and desire were emotions separated by a boundary no wider than hair’s breadth.
That was to say, Luo Binghe’s reaction to being spoken to in such a way by his twin wasn't entirely negative.
His double’s long, thick finger breached him roughly, and Luo Binghe couldn't stifle a shocked noise. The feeling was so odd and abrupt that he couldn't even tell whether it was painful.
“Hey, watch it!”
The other man scoffed. “I know what I'm doing. Hold still.”
Luo Binghe shifted uncomfortably. It didn't hurt, but as he adjusted to the intrusion he became aware of several sensations; the lubricant was cold on his skin, and his double’s motions were sharp and sudden, prying into Luo Binghe’s tender insides as though trying to scrape the last stubborn bits of salve from a bottle.
Luo Binghe clenched his fists in the bedding and willed himself not to make another sound. He wouldn't lose to his lesser twin, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
“Relax.” The other sounded extremely put-upon. “We won't get anywhere until you do.”
Luo Binghe gritted his teeth against a retort that would definitely get him in trouble–and felt a touch on his wrist.
He looked up and saw Shen Qingqiu gently trying to disentangle his hand from the blankets. Luo Binghe released them, and Shen Qingqiu placed his own palm in Luo Binghe’s grasp instead. Were they… holding hands? The contact tingled slightly, making Luo Binghe’s fingers twitch.
“Relax,” Shen Qingqiu repeated, much more softly. “Binghe won't hurt you.” He made eye contact with the other Luo Binghe, and there seemed to be a silent conversation between them, before the other sighed again and his movements gentled.
Luo Binghe exhaled and tried to comply. It was an odd motion and an even odder feeling, but he prided himself on full control of his body, so before long the finger was gliding in and out of him with ease.
Then that bastard jammed in a second finger.
Luo Binghe huffed in annoyance, and Shen Qingqiu squeezed his hand. “You're doing well,” he said reassuringly, and Luo Binghe felt warmth flare up in his chest and belly.
The still-searching fingers did something that made Luo Binghe cry out. He clamped his jaw shut so quickly he bit his tongue, but he could sense the other’s smugness from the way he paused, then picked up again even harder.
Luo Binghe twitched on the bed, fighting to keep still. It wasn't just his cock and hole; his whole body was responding, waves of tingling heat pulsing from his belly all the way up to his palms and down to the soles of his feet. He had never understood the wanton squirming his partners were prone to, eventually assuming it was supposed to be alluring, but now the building sensations in his limbs made him want to writhe. Another deep press inside, and he couldn't help his shuddering exhale, mouth dropping open–
He felt something brush his lips.
The next moment his hand was around someone's wrist, and the moment after that, he realized the wrist belonged to Shen Qingqiu. Their gazes met. Shen Qingqiu's eyes were wide with surprise, but under that they still had a leftover sheen of want.
Luo Binghe brought Shen Qingqiu’s captive hand back to his mouth, then parted his lips and sucked those slender fingers inside. They tasted faintly of salt, and tea, and skin. He pressed his tongue against one fingertip, feeling the texture of faint calluses, and smoothed it along the edge of a nail. Then he curled his tongue up and sucked.
Shen Qingqiu’s breath caught audibly in his throat.
Luo Binghe smirked around his mouthful, and Shen Qingqiu snatched his hand back. Luo Binghe reached out and rubbed his knee consolingly, then moved his hand higher and pressed down to feel the shape of Shen Qingqiu’s interest under his robes. Shen Qingqiu flinched and squirmed a bit, coloring fetchingly, but he didn't object.
The angle was awkward, so after a few strokes–gods, he was even wet at the tip, judging by the way the cloth clung to him–Luo Binghe grasped Shen Qingqiu's thigh and gave it a tug. “Come here,” he said, voice rough.
Shen Qingqiu swallowed and swayed closer.
“Shizun,” that mutt whined.
Shen Qingqiu's head snapped around guiltily, and Luo Binghe permitted himself a silent snarl of frustration.
“Let your husband tend to you,” his lesser half pleaded, and then pulled his fingers out of Luo Binghe, which was a more unpleasant sensation than he would’ve expected.
Luo Binghe gripped Shen Qingqiu’s thigh tighter. “You're busy,” he threw at the other Luo Binghe without looking. “Shizun deserves his partner’s undivided attention.”
The other whined some more, but his hands were tied and he knew it. Before long, Luo Binghe had Shen Qingqiu shedding his layers down to his under robe–adorably flustered for a married man, almost virginal–and kneeling beside him on the bed.
“How do you…” Shen Qingqiu hesitated, eyes darting over Luo Binghe’s prone form. He had avoided Luo Binghe’s upright cock in a way that was definitely intentional.
Luo Binghe smirked. “Let this lord show you something you won't have experienced before,” he purred, and grabbed him at the crease of thigh and backside, lifting him up.
“Hey!” The other Luo Binghe barked.
Shen Qingqiu let out an endearing squawk and grabbed at Luo Binghe’s wrists, but he settled into straddling Luo Binghe’s waist easily enough. Luo Binghe tried to coax him further up his body, and he balked, confirming Luo Binghe’s suspicions about who was the more attentive husband.
“What are you..?” Shen Qingqiu hovered uncertainly.
Luo Binghe flashed a roguish hint of fang at him. “Come closer,” he said, opening Shen Qingqiu’s robe while he was distracted.
Shen Qingqiu let himself be guided up until his knees were bracketing Luo Binghe’s ears before he faltered. “Wait, I don't think–”
“Shh,” Luo Binghe interrupted. “You'll like it, I promise.” He gave Shen Qingqiu’s hips another tug.
“This is–you want to do this?”
Impatient, Luo Binghe made his eyes large and liquid. “You won't let me?”
Shen Qingqiu’s resistance crumbled, and Luo Binghe guided him down.
He licked a stripe up the base of Shen Qingqiu’s cock first, which twitched eagerly at the attention, then worked his way down to his balls and pulled each one gently into his mouth. He'd never done this for a man before, but he mimicked motions he remembered his partners using on him. They were well-received, judging by Shen Qingqiu's stuttering breaths.
Shen Qingqiu tasted like clean skin and silk, like he'd bathed recently. Luo Binghe was obscurely disappointed. He was finally, finally tasting Shen Qingqiu; he wanted something heady, like the earthy salt-musk of a cunt.
When Luo Binghe licked across his hole, Shen Qingqiu’s shocked cry was gratifyingly loud. He immediately did it again, and again, then suckled at the area gently. He ignored the breathy attempts at protest and pressed his tongue to the opening, trying to worm his way inside. It was tighter than a cunt, with more resistance, but Luo Binghe was nothing if not determined, and inevitably the little ring of muscle yielded to him.
He could only fit the very tip of his tongue inside; it was slightly too far away. He squeezed and pulled at Shen Qingqiu’s buttocks to adjust the angle, then repeated the motion at the noise it elicited. It didn't take much encouragement for Shen Qingqiu to start riding his face, grinding down onto him properly. Luo Binghe could feel his balls and cock smearing across his nose and forehead, damp with his own saliva, but he was distracted by his goal.
Luo Binghe applied himself in earnest, lapping and sucking, trying to pull that little winking pink bud open, but it was just beyond his reach.
Eventually he pulled back and nipped at Shen Qingqiu’s thigh to get his attention.
“Turn around.” It came out wrong, plaintive.
Shen Qingqiu must've been further gone than he thought, because he complied without argument, turning to straddle Luo Binghe in reverse, leaning forward and bracing his hands on either side of Luo Binghe’s body.
Luo Binghe heard the wet sounds of mouths meeting from above him, then a whimper–ah, right, that mutt was still there. Luo Binghe ignored them both and set to work again.
Like this, he could fit his tongue much deeper, and he heard Shen Qingqiu moan as he sank inside. Luo Binghe gripped Shen Qingqiu’s hips again to steady him and lapped at the rim of his hole in long strokes, relaxing it so he could spear straight into him until his lips were brushing against the cheeks of Shen Qingqiu’s ass.
There was the taste he’d been craving; something musky and human, a secret, intimate flavor. Luo Binghe shivered. He was drooling, saliva smearing across his chin and cheeks. He could probably put a finger into Shen Qingqiu with this moisture alone, but the man was trembling so badly that it seemed he needed Luo Binghe’s support.
Shen Qingqiu murmured something too low for him to hear, and then a hand grabbed Luo Binghe’s thigh and those thick fingers were jammed back inside him.
Taken off guard, Luo Binghe cried out, jolting and accidentally scraping a fang against Shen Qingqiu’s skin. The moan that elicited didn’t have the timbre of a complaint, so Luo Binghe tried it again more deliberately. He ended up biting a hickey into the crease of Shen Qingqiu’s ass and thigh, breathing unevenly and trying to ignore the rough thrusts mercilessly targeting his sensitive places.
Luo Binghe returned to the task at hand and sheathed his tongue in Shen Qingqiu’s hole. He lost himself in the motions, suckling and licking, straining to reach even deeper inside. He started to get a bit dizzy–the air was thick and humid, rich with the scents of sweat and musk. Luo Binghe closed his eyes and struggled for breath, chest heaving, and gasped when a particularly deep thrust hit something inside him that sent sparks fizzing through his whole body. He bucked his hips thoughtlessly, and the new angle that produced punched the air out of him.
One more finger pushed into him, and the stretch got even wider. Luo Binghe muffled a sound into Shen Qingqiu’s skin.
Shen Qingqiu’s hole twitched and clenched around his tongue, urging him in deeper. Distantly, he could hear Shen Qingqiu making sounds–seemingly involuntary moans and whines that he wished he could focus on, but the blood rushing in his ears was too loud.
Luo Binghe could feel himself cresting a wave of pleasure, his cock bobbing as his hips thrust erratically into nothing. He curled his tongue hard into the walls of Shen Qingqiu’s hole and felt his balls tightening, drawing him closer to the brink–
There was a squirming, itchy sensation in his groin, and suddenly that brink was a plateau.
Luo Binghe growled and scraped a canine across Shen Qingqiu’s skin, sucking harshly. Shen Qingqiu sobbed, and Luo Binghe felt something warm splatter across his stomach in pulses.
Luo Binghe gentled his mouth, lightly suckling and lapping until the other man groaned and pulled himself away.
The fingers were yanked out of Luo Binghe once again in favor of helping Shen Qingqiu dismount him, and he suppressed a wince. When Shen Qingiu was settled, Luo Binghe’s double shot him a covert glare, and Luo Binghe smirked at him. Even angry, the man looked like he wanted to lick his Shizun’s spend off Luo Binghe’s stomach.
The other demon returned to fussing over Shen Qingqiu, and Luo Binghe remembered something.
“I’m interested to hear your explanation for why you manipulated my blood to impede my pleasure.”
Both men glanced over, one confused, the other carefully blank. Shen Qingqiu looked back and forth between the two, then pulled his disciple closer by the lapels. “Binghe,” he sighed.
“Shizun,” the other interjected smoothly, “I just wanted to help him break the seal on his demonic side. If he builds up his yang energy and then releases it all at once, it should overwhelm the seal and cause it to fail.”
Shen Qingqiu’s brow furrowed. “That could work…”
Luo Binghe didn't want Shen Qingqiu to think too hard about how the seal was supposed to function, actually. He gritted his teeth, then smoothed his expression before he spoke. “Very well. Let us continue, then.”
Luo Binghe’s double made significant eye contact with Shen Qingqiu for a long moment, then moved back towards the end of the bed. “He should be ready for me now, Shizun.”
Luo Binghe watched him pour some clear unguent into his hand and slick himself up. His cock was identical to Luo Binghe’s own, girthy and heavy, flushed with arousal. It was an odd feeling, seeing it from the perspective his partners must have seen it from.
Luo Binghe shifted on the bed and met his twin’s eyes challengingly. “Let's get on with it, shall we?”
The other Luo Binghe smirked at him and grabbed him behind the knees, pulling him down to meet him–and smearing lubricant all over him in the process. Luo Binghe bared his teeth, but Shen Qingqiu cut in before either of them could make a move.
“Binghe, be gentle with him. He's never done anything like this before.”
Luo Binghe’s stomach squirmed. He wasn't some kind of–of virgin! He covered for it with a wolfish smile aimed at Shen Qingqiu. “Shizun doesn't know what I've done,” he purred. “I'm not some callow youth.”
His double’s smile was also all teeth. “Don’t worry, Shizun. I know what he’ll like.”
Luo Binghe felt the press of the other’s broad, warm cockhead against his hole, and then it began to push its way inside.
It felt a lot bigger than it looked.
Luo Binghe held his breath, trying to weather the stretch, but the other man pinched him on the hip and the air rushed out of him. On his next inhale, the pressure eased slightly; deep breaths really did help, damn him.
His twin didn't let up, breaching Luo Binghe in one long, unrelentingly steady press. It was overwhelming, his internal muscles fluttering around the intrusion but unable to halt its progress. Luo Binghe reached blindly for anything to hold on to, and somehow ended up grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s arm, squeezing to ground himself. Shen Qingqiu shifted, and Luo Binghe’s grip tightened, but he only moved closer until he could look into Luo Binghe’s face.
“All right?” Shen Qingqiu asked softly.
Luo Binghe nodded, not trusting his voice. His throat was tight, his whole body drawn taut and trembling around the cock that was even now still pushing relentlessly deeper.
Shen Qingqiu hummed. His eyes were so dark, the exact same eyes that had haunted his adolescence, but these were somehow so warm. They stared right into Luo Binghe’s own, and it felt like they were truly seeing him for the very first time. Luo Binghe opened his mouth to speak, but he was at a loss for words.
Then the cock breaching him finally bottomed out, and Luo Binghe exhaled gustily. He felt surprisingly vulnerable, splayed open and pinned like an insect on a board. Throughout his life he’d experienced countless injuries that were much more painful than this, but there was something about the way he had to lie still and allow this invasion of his body that made him feel exposed.
Shen Qingqiu shifted; he was combing his fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair, rearranging it. “Have you adjusted?”
Luo Binghe nodded firmly.
Shen Qingqiu turned towards the end of the bed, and Luo Binghe looked, too; his double was still holding him by the hips, gazing down with a distracted expression. He somehow sensed Shen Qingqiu’s eyes on him and looked up.
“What do you think, Shizun?”
Luo Binghe’s lip curled. “I can speak for myself.” He met his twin’s eyes in a clear challenge. “Is that all you’ve got?”
The other demon leered at him and pulled back to thrust in earnest, and Luo Binghe abruptly remembered who he was talking to.
His other self slid deep and slammed into something that lit Luo Binghe up inside, and he couldn’t hold back a cry.
“Oh, aaah, ah-haaah–”
The younger man didn’t let up, ramming deep and brutal into Luo Binghe’s sensitive insides. The pleasure leached the strength from his body, and he shuddered weakly, walls spasming helplessly against the onslaught, unsure whether to cringe away or pull him in deeper. He couldn’t hold back the little fucked-out sounds.
“Shh, we’ve got you,” Shen Qingqiu soothed, stroking his head. “You’re doing so well.”
Luo Binghe pressed blindly into Shen Qingqiu’s touch. “Sh-Shizun…” His mind was growing hazy, each thrust scattering his thoughts like grains of rice from his cupped palms. “It’s so… I…”
Shen Qingqiu brushed a lock of hair back from Luo Binghe’s forehead and smiled down at him. His younger self slapped his flank and hitched him up by the hips roughly as he continued to pound into him.
Luo Binghe’s neglected cock smacked against his stomach, flinging a spurt of clear fluid onto his skin, and he gasped out another cry. He worked one hand down his body–his face ended up pressed into Shen Qingqiu’s lap, but that was all right–and wrapped it around his cock. It throbbed in his grip, painfully engorged and weeping. He stroked himself roughly; the touch was overwhelming even with his precome to ease the way, but he couldn’t stop. His balls were aching, overfull and tense but unable to release with that bastard’s block still in place. Luo Binghe whined, rutting up into his hand, and suddenly cool, slim fingers slid to cover his own.
“None of that, now. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Shizunnn,” Luo Binghe whined. “It hurts.”
Shen Qingqiu shushed him, and curled his fingers around Luo Binghe’s to gentle his grip on himself. “Just a little longer, my sweet boy. You can do it.”
Luo Binghe shuddered violently, his balls spasming fruitlessly and his cock spitting precome into his hand. “Aaaah, it’s too much…” He lifted his head to plead his case, and, unbidden, a tear rolled down his cheek.
Shen Qingqiu clucked at him as he wiped it away. “Hey now, what’s this? Aren’t you a big, strong man? What would your wives think to see you acting like this?”
Luo Binghe didn’t want to think about his wives right now. He didn’t want their phantom presence filling the space between him and Shen Qingqiu, forcing distance between them. He wanted… He wanted–!
Something inside Luo Binghe cracked open, and he choked on a sob. “Gege,” he cried. “Please, Gege, I need it so bad.”
Shen Qingqiu shushed him, cupping his face in his palms. “Binghe, let him come,” he said. Even when said absentmindedly, the name was weighted with such affection. Luo Binghe’s chest ached.
Then he was swept away by the tide of release.
Luo Binghe floated for a while, barely cognizant. He felt the thrusts stutter and stop, and then the other pulled out. He felt himself shifted up on the bed until he rested comfortably on his side.
A warm hand stroked up and down his back soothingly, and another in his hair. Shen Qingqiu? Or..?
The last thing Luo Binghe heard was his double saying “I can do better than he did, Shizun, let me–” and then he sank into a dreamless sleep.
Luo Binghe drifted into awareness. He was warm, and comfortable, and he could feel the weight of another body somewhere to the side. He took a moment to stretch and nuzzle his face into the pillow; it smelled so good…
Then he remembered, and he froze.
Concentrating, he could hear two people breathing with the slow cadence of sleep.
Luo Binghe did a quick mental check–the poison was cleared, of course, and the seal was also gone. He felt more rested than he had in a long time. It was time to leave, then.
He slipped silently from the bed, took a step away, and felt a surge of unsteadiness. It took him a moment to identify the feeling as emotional; it was something cold and aching, like regret.
He turned to look at the two in the bed. Flushed and sleep-mussed, unguarded, entwined like a pair of trees grown side by side. Luo Binghe felt like a climbing vine, ready to wedge between them and cling until he couldn’t be pulled away without killing them all.
Resolved, Luo Binghe collected his robes, scooped up Xin Mo and slashed his way back to his palace.
He wouldn’t be gone for long.