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Zhuzhi-Lang is a whole new type of demon, and Shen Qingqiu thinks he’s actually being perfectly normal about it, thank you very much. No matter how in awe of his scales and his multiple forms he might be, he’s managed to keep it mostly to himself. If Zhuzhi-Lang has noticed any of his analytical stares, searching for clues and physiology and genealogy, then he hasn’t mentioned it. Shen Qingqiu is very curious, though.
As they settle in for a night at the tavern to rest for their journey (Zhuzhi-Lang won’t tell him where, but he doesn’t seem to want to hurt him), Shen Qingqiu makes a series of critical errors. He had been planning on escaping, but that is not what this damn system had in mind for him , apparently .
Firstly, he suggests they have some wine if they’re going to be stuck in this shabby old place. It is a mistake because as soon as he feels a flush creep onto his cheeks from the alcohol he knows he’s not going to be able to hold in his curiosity for much longer. Zhuzhi-Lang is just… Fascinating! Exciting! Isn’t he? A snake demon… How cool is that?
Secondly, he decides to stop holding back all of his questions. He reasons that it is to learn about his weaknesses so that he can escape. Zhuzhi-Lang is amiable about all of it. He shows off his scales with a smile and even agrees to shift forms once they are back in their room for the evening. It's not a large space, so once he changes, the thick tail has to coil around them both. Shen Qingqiu can feel the slide of those scales against his thighs as he adjusts himself fully.
Finally, he lets himself indulge in a few touches. Innocent touches, of course! He's just… curious. Zhuzhi-lang is in his half-human, half-snake form. His torso is human, and bare now. His clothes seemed to disappear alongside his legs when he transformed from the waist down. A little bit from the waist up, too. His face looks different from his human form, his eyes are now a milky white, just as they'd been when they first met.
Inquisitiveness, that's all. That's what makes Shen Qingqiu suck in his breath and reach out his hands to stroke softly over Zhuzhi-lang's tail. The scales are abrasive on his fingertips when he moves them against the grain, but soft and silky as he strokes in the right direction.
He's dry, not at all slimy. As his fingertips roam upwards from his tail they catch on some of the remaining scales that are scattered over his waist. They match his tail, but there is scar tissue surrounding them like other ones had been ripped off. Shen Qingqiu is so fascinated that he almost misses the way that Zhuzhi-lang sharply inhales and shivers.
“Are you cold?” Shen Qingqiu asks, concerned.
“No,” Zhuzhi-lang answers, and he seems to want to leave it at that until he sees Shen Qingqiu’s inquisitive look. “It isn’t often that anyone touches me in this form… I forgot how sensitive it can be.”
“Sorry, I can stop…” Shen Qingqiu offers, retracting his hands back the small distance between them.
“It’s okay.” Zhuzhi-lang’s words are dismissive, speaking as if he doesn’t mind either way, but Shen Qingqiu can feel his tail wrap around them more firmly, pressing them ever so slightly closer. It feels almost possessive, or kind of desperate.
Despite himself, Shen Qingqiu actually finds this very sweet. Zhuzhi-lang who is a powerful heavenly demon acting like a needy child chasing affection. He smiles softly and moves his hands back to Zhuzhi-lang’s body. A few more shudders come from the demon as Shen Qingqiu’s fingers move over particularly sensitive parts of his chest, hips, and shoulders.
“Do you have… Fangs in this form?” Shen Qingqiu asks softly, his voice quiet to match the rest of the room. The only sound is the brush of scales against skin and fabric whenever Zhuzhi-lang’s tail shifts, and of course their breath, both of them breathing progressively heavier whether they notice it or not.
The man nods and obligingly opens his mouth, revealing not only a set of fangs but also a long tongue, forked at the end, that seems to flutter in his mouth. Even if Shen Qingqiu had been conscious of the implications of any of his actions, he still wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He takes one hand swiftly to Zhuzhi-lang’s jaw to hold it open as he leans in closely to look. His thumb brushes over his fangs first, testing their sharpness. Light pressure is enough to prick his finger like a pin but even that is not enough to deter him, he tests Zhuzhi-lang’s tongue next by letting the pad of his finger rest on the end of it.
Zhuzhi-lang makes a soft noise, and Shen Qingqiu looks up to see a cute green colour spreading across his cheeks… Blushing? His tongue is moving down Shen Qingqiu’s thumb to tickle his palm, Zhuzhi-lang’s lips closing around it like he’s…
Shameless! Shen Qingqiu admonishes himself because he shouldn’t think like that. The man is probably just… Being snake-like? Yeah. Sure. He can keep his dirty mind in check.
“Immortal Master Shen tastes nice,” Zhuzhi-lang says when Shen Qingqiu pulls his hand back, when exactly did his hands settle on his waist? Did he really not notice how close Zhuzhi-lang had gotten to him? Or did he move closer without realising it?
Shen Qingqiu just blinks and allows it when Zhuzhi-lang lets his tongue come out to lick over his sharp jawline. He swallows thickly, ignoring the way the movement sends a tingling sensation ricocheting through his body and schooling his expression into a neutral one. If only the rest of his body was as easy to school as his face, he thinks as he feels his lower body start to take an interest in all of this, too.
“Zhuzhi-lang… What are you… I–” Shen Qingqiu starts. He’s not sure where he’s going with all of this, to begin with, and even if he was sure, he’s thoroughly distracted by the soft flutter of a tongue on his neck, dancing over his pulse point and causing his heart to chase the sensation with a traitorous flutter of its own. He manages to bite back any mortifying noises that threaten to erupt from his throat, turning his face to the side and huffing out a breath instead.
Zhuzhi-lang doesn’t seem to register his protests, or at least he doesn’t care enough to listen. His hands are firm as they take hold of Shen Qingqiu’s waist. How is he supposed to put up any sort of fight, anyway? It’s not like he could protest even if he wanted to, so Shen Qingqiu lets his arms drape around Zhuzhi-lang’s neck, fingers curling around the braids in his hair.
That’s when he feels it, or when he realises that what he’s feeling pressed against his hip is not a tail or a hand or a hip but… Well…
Glancing down he registers with fascination and maybe a bit of hunger that Zhuzhi-lang, at least in this form, is not only big but doubly blessed. Hemipenes , his mind provides helpful information, digging up something he probably learned in Biology class as an explanation. Shen Qingqiu knows he should be disgusted, but his body seems to act of its own accord, pressing closer and grinding his own matching, albeit singular erection up against Zhuzhi-lang’s.
The friction draws a groan from Zhuzhi-lang and a soft gasp from Shen Qingqiu. They rut against each other like that for the next few minutes as Shen Qingqiu feels himself melt into Zhuzhi-lang’s arms, tilting his head so that the tongue on his jaw can move down his neck, letting the man slowly strip off the thick layers of his robes. Shen Qingqiu isn’t sure how this started or why, or when it had turned from innocent to heated, but he can’t say he’s upset at the development. He shivers when the air finally hits his skin as Zhuzhi-lang successfully undresses him, and makes a quiet noise as their chests press together.
“Is my Immortal Master Shen having fun?” Zhuzhi-lang asks, and it almost sounds smug until Shen Qingqiu meets his slitted green eyes and sees it as a genuine question. The way his brows draw together and crease a little in the middle makes him look like he’s begging for some reassurance.
Shen Qingqiu’s face heats. It’s embarrassing, but he can’t leave the man hanging like that. He’s not cruel! “It’s good. It’s nice.” He manages to say, struggling against his thin face to admit how much he’s really enjoying himself. “It’s… Is it okay for you?”
“A drop of kindness shall be repaid with a torrent, and Immortal Master Shen has been very kind to me. Very gentle. Very nice.” Zhuzhi-lang is earnest as his hands dip lower from Shen Qingqiu’s waist to his hips, and then to his ass. Their quickening breaths fill the room as Zhuzhi-lang presses their bodies together again, hands gripping cheeks just hard enough to leave a promise of more to come.
Shen Qingqiu leans in to kiss Zhuzhi-lang again, forgetting about his pride as he pushes his tongue against the forked one in the demon’s mouth, moaning softly as his ass is massaged. He strokes the back of Zhuzhi-lang’s neck, letting his nails drag over the sensitive skin. There is a hint of the sweet wine flavour left on Zhuzhi-lang’s lips and it makes the whole experience feel dizzying. Suddenly he’s glad that there is a tail wrapped firmly around him, holding him in place, because he’s sure that otherwise, he’d have to hold on pathetically.
It’s a few minutes of heated kisses before Zhuzhi-lang seems to reach a point of desperation and Shen Qingqiu feels that thick tail moving around him, underneath him. He is lifted from his feet and gently tipped onto his back, landing on the tail itself which is moving to lay him down, his legs are forced to spread on either side of Zhuzhi-lang’s waist for somewhere to go.
“Immortal Master Shen is very beautiful ,” Zhuzhi-lang says, his eyes fixed on the smooth skin of the man’s inner thighs. “It’s an honour for this humble one to be able to touch you.”
Shen Qingqiu swallows thickly. His first instinct is to protest, but he can’t deny that the praise does something to him, that adoring, slightly hungry look sends a shiver up his spine. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let Zhuzhi-lang take care of him like this, pamper him, shower him with compliments. Maybe he can just… Enjoy it. For now at least.
And so Shen Qingqiu does exactly that, he lets out a whine as a forked tongue flicks over his rim. Eyes roll back as he is finally penetrated, his hands clinging to a tail that suspends him in the air, and his thighs are slung over Zhuzhi-lang’s shoulders. The snake demon is attentive, too. It’s unclear how much he’s done this before but Shen Qingqiu can see that he’s paying attention to every little sound he makes, every shift of his hips, every time his cock leaks fluid.
The whole experience feels like he’s being worshipped. Zhuzhi-lang’s fingers trace every line of muscle and bone on his body, lingering on the spots that are most sensitive, taking their time to play with his nipples, to softly run claws over his inner thighs . Idly, Shen Qingqiu wonders if this is how Zhuzhi-lang felt earlier when he was admiring this form. Did he feel worshipped too?
That thought is promptly shut down when the tail beneath him shifts and he’s moved to a new angle. Zhuzhi-lang’s tongue surges deeper inside him, the length of it writhing inside him and making Shen Qingqiu see stars. His tongue is pressing deep enough to hit all the right spots and his hands are pressing his legs open further, open and up, letting him press deeper and deeper and…
It’s so much. It’s too much. It’s nowhere near enough.
“Zhuzhi-lang,” Shen Qingqiu chokes out , reaching down to tangle his fingers in his hair. Zhuzhi-lang takes this as the encouragement that it is and Shen Qingqiu can feel a whimper come from him through the vibration of his lips. He wants to ask for more, but the words won’t form and he ends up just moaning in response.
It’s enough, almost as if Zhuzhi-lang is psychic, his hand comes around his thigh to wrap around his neglected length. His thumb strokes over the tip, smearing the precome over the sensitive area and making every muscle in Shen Qingqiu’s body tense up. He’s so close already, and it is almost a shame because he doesn’t want this to stop. Not yet.
Unfortunately, Zhuzhi-lang doesn’t give him much of a choice, with his tongue never slowing inside him and a skilled twist of his hand, Shen Qingqiu comes hard. It hits him like a truck, sudden and violent. He screws his eyes shut as his stomach is coated in warm liquid and his thighs tense, closing around Zhuzhi-lang’s head, holding him in place.
Shen Qingqiu rides out his orgasm, and then finally his body goes fully limp. Zhuzhi-lang thankfully takes his cue to remove his mouth, giving Shen Qingqiu some mercy to let him recover. Or, so he thought… A few seconds later Shen Qingqiu is letting out a sigh when he feels that tongue on his stomach, lapping up…
He looks down, his eyes locking onto Zhuzhi-lang’s, and it’s an obscene sight. Snake teeth visible, lightly grazing at his skin, tongue swiping over his stomach until it is coated in a white liquid. Drool leaves strings between his body and Zhuzhi-lang’s mouth, but the most obscene of all is the blown-out pupils and the way that the demon is staring at him with barely contained lust. If it was physically possible, he’d be hard all over again. Instead, he brings a shaky hand to stroke over Zhuzhi-lang’s cheek.
Zhuzhi-lang brings Shen Qingqiu’s face to his own by moving his tail, so that he’s on top and able to kiss him with all that lust visible in his eyes. His tongue is demanding, his lips desperate, and he tastes of Shen Qingqiu’s own come. It’s enough to make him shiver, letting out a soft moan as he feels a solid length settle between his thighs, stroking over his sensitive hole.
Shen Qingqiu loses himself in the kiss, and if he’d been concentrating he would have noticed Zhuzhi-lang’s hand slipping between them, lining himself up. Instead, he gasps in surprise as the tip breaches his rim. His hands clasp onto Zhuzhi-lang, tugging at his hair and scratching at his skin. His neck stretches pleasantly as he lets his head drop back, and Zhuzhi-lang takes the opportunity to kiss his neck again. The gentleness from earlier is still present but there’s a hint of hunger now, of fangs dragging against skin, of sucking and nibbling hard enough to bruise.
It feels amazing. Overstimulating.
“Immortal Master Shen is so tight. So hot.” Zhuzhi-lang mumbles against his skin as he pushes in a little further, pressing himself inside. “We’ll have to take our time to fit both in.”
Both. He’s almost forgotten about that. The feeling of Zhuzhi-lang half-sheathed inside him is already so much, and this is just one, this isn’t even his full length. He feels dizzy just thinking about it, and before he can let any kind of pride come between himself and what he wants he nods. “I can take it,” He promises, “I’m not going to break.”
Something about that sentence lights a fire inside Zhuzhi-lang and he bites down on Shen Qingqiu’s neck. It stings, like needles, but Shen Qingqiu finds himself gasping and grinding down onto his dick anyway. The sting is good, as is the burn as he pushes his hips down to take Zhuzhi-lang deeper inside him. They thrust like that for a few minutes, and by the time Zhuzhi-lang’s fangs leave his neck and he’s lapping up the little beads of blood (which totally should not be as hot as it is) he’s already pushed his full length inside him and is starting to rock his hips to fuck him properly.
Shen Qingqiu can feel his own dick getting hard again with every thrust, oversensitive and rubbing against Zhuzhi-lang where their bodies press together. Zhuzhi-lang’s tail moves beneath him and Shen Qingqiu feels himself being stretched out, his back arched by the scales beneath him. Hands fall to his waist, pinning him in place as Zhuzhi-lang’s hips start to snap harder, faster. He is conscious that he’s moaning, reacting to the heat being pushed through his body, pleasure circulating like qi, so he brings his hand to cover his mouth.
He can barely cover his embarrassing whines for a few seconds before Zhuzhi-lang takes his wrist, and then his other wrist, into his hands so that he can press them between the rings of the coil of his tail, restraining him fully. “Immortal Master Shen shouldn’t hide his pleasure. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” His words are gentle despite his forceful motion, despite the fact it’s raspy with lust and the way he scratches his sharp teeth over his chest to leave red streaks in his wake.
“Zhuzhi-lang,” Shen Qingqiu whines. His mind is too clouded for anything else, his body feels wrung dry and tired but electrified and burning hot all at once. Restrained, helpless, and speared on an inhuman cock while another one slaps lewdly against his ass just waiting for him to be ready. It’s not where he envisioned the night going, but he can’t bring himself to regret it when Zhuzhi-lang leans over to kiss him again, banishing all thoughts from his head as that tongue touches to the roof of his mouth.
“I– I can… You–” Shen Qingqiu struggles as he catches his breath between kisses.
“You want… More?” Zhuzhi-lang asks as he kisses his jaw, words are broken up between sloppy wet kisses.
Shen Qingqiu nods and that is really all it takes. Before he can blink or come to his senses, Zhuzhi-lang pulls himself out and pressing his twin dicks together, pressing the tips against his entrance. Shen Qingqiu bites his lip, letting his eyes flutter shut as the pressure builds. The thickness of them both combined feels almost like a threat, a threat of a good time but a threat all the same. He reminds himself to relax, and as he does Zhuzhi-lang finally manages to press them both inside him.
It burns, and Shen Qingqiu cries out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Tears well up in the corner of his eyes, and he feels stupid because it’s not even that it hurts! Shen Qingqiu has endured far worse pain than this with a smile on his face! It’s just all overwhelming and confusing. He wants more, he needs more, but he also just… Needs a minute.
Zhuzhi-lang , always observant, kisses all over his torso , hips still as Shen Qingqiu gets used to the stretch. His hips slowly push him in deeper, timing each movement with gentle tongue flicks on his oversensitive nipples. “Immortal Master Shen?” He asks, concerned.
“I’m okay, just… Slowly, please.”
Zhuzhi-lang nods, and seems to get the idea of distracting him because soon his hand is moving between them to wrap around his dick. Shen Qingqiu’s heart is pounding in his chest but the hand on him both brings him back to reality and also pushes him further into bliss, further into overstimulation. His whole body feels like it's on fire, and all he can do is keep his whines wordless instead of babbling something embarrassing.
Before he’s even realised it, Zhuzhi-lang is fucking him. He feels so full, and it’s a sensation that’s surprisingly comforting. That feeling of being worshipped morphing into something more primal, he feels needed. He can feel Zhuzhi-lang tensing inside him and he knows that the demon must be close, he knows that Zhuzhi-lang needs him right now. The man has been reduced to primal urges, clearly desperate to hold Shen Qingqiu down and fuck him full. It’s hotter than it has any right to be, and Shen Qingqiu finds that he rather likes being needed like this.
Shen Qingqiu is close too, for the second time that night. His body feels like it’s not his own, like it’s being overtaken by pleasure, and he can’t bring himself to mind. Zhuzhi-lang is setting a brutal pace inside him, bordering on violent but just on the right side of pleasurable, and the hand stroking his dick in time is helping to drive him beyond the brink of sanity.
With hardly any warning, Zhuzhi-lang draws Shen Qingqiu up into his arms. He picks him up, holding their bodies together and bringing their lips crashing together. There’s no grace to it, it’s messy and rough and desperate, but it still draws out a moan from Shen Qingqiu’s lips and he grinds his hips back down against Zhuzhi-lang too. He wraps his arms around his neck, holding himself up as Zhuzhi-lang continues to fuck up into him. He swallows the man’s moans as his hips jerk roughly.
Zhuzhi-lang’s orgasm hits just as Shen Qingqiu is hooking his legs around his hips, holding their bodies together to ensure his dick rubs against his stomach with every movement. If Shen Qingqiu felt full before, this feeling is indescribable. It feels like an obscene, inhuman amount of liquid is filling him up, it feels like there’s no way all of this could possibly fit. The pressure of it in his ass and the moan that he swallows from their kiss is enough to send him soaring over the edge of his orgasm moments later.
He screws his eyes shut and pushes his face into Zhuzhi-lang’s neck as he comes, almost blacking out for a moment, shaking, and hiding his face in Zhuzhi-lang’s hair.
Later, after they have bathed, Shen Qingqiu stands awkwardly, looking at the two beds in the room. He chooses the one closest to the window and hides his surprise when Zhuzhi-lang comes to lay beside him in that bed. They have two beds for a reason, but he supposes it would be cruel to kick him out after what they just did.
“You always surprise me with your kindness, Immortal Master Shen.” Zhuzhi-lang is a snake demon, not a cat demon, but in this human form and looking at him like that, it’s not hard to imagine him purring happily. He’s been nothing but satisfied, basking in Shen Qingqiu’s attention like it is a ray of sunlight and this hotel room is a rock.
Shen Qingqiu looks at the ceiling. “You don’t have to call me that, you know.”
“I’d never disrespect you by calling you anything else.” Zhuzhi-lang settles in closer to him, cuddling up to his side. He’s shorter in his human form, and he tucks himself neatly against his body, head resting on his shoulder and knee bent to rest on Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Shen Qingqiu feels a tight squeeze of guilt, his stomach dropping as he realises he’d intended to escape. He probably should still try to escape.
What a mess!
“You should not worry about your safety, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. Can you trust me?” Zhuzhi-lang says again, pressing him further. Shen Qingqiu wants to shy away, but there’s nowhere to hide from the truth of this complicated little situation he’s got himself into.
Shen Qingqiu thinks back to his former life, picturing that cartoon snake saying “ trussssst me” as he leads a human to danger. Still, he nods. “I know you don't want to hurt me.” He says diplomatically. He’s surprised to find out that it’s not a lie.