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“Mm...ah…ah—!”
Long elegant fingers clamped over bite-reddened lips.
“Mmm!”
A strained whine crawled up Shen Qingqiu’s throat despite his best efforts to keep quiet. He froze in place, legs shaking with the effort to keep himself still so he could listen for footsteps.
Blissful silence filled the Bamboo House. Shen Qingqiu let out a sigh of relief that morphed into another whine when he lowered himself just a bit more on the jade pillar beneath him.
Unfortunately, training himself to take larger…objects was a necessary evil. Luo Binghe was, as expected, unbearably huge. Ridiculously large and hot and heavy and hot…
Shen Qingqiu huffed in irritation at the thought, scowling to himself uselessly.
Luo Binghe was big. Too big. Much too big for Shen Qingqiu to take. And it seemed like, in this fucked up alternate universe, he would eventually be taking it again. And, this time, he was determined not to cry and bleed all over the place when he did.
The jade pillars he had purchased in varying sizes weren’t ideal, but they were a necessary evil if he didn’t want to tear. Again.
Bracing himself, Shen Qingqiu slid down just a bit farther, nearly to the base of the toy. It still hurt, of course—the size wasn’t even half of Luo Binghe’s natural endowment, but it was still big. His legs shook as he pushed himself further down, eager to just be filled and get this over with.
He didn’t have to wait long, however, when a knock at the door startled him enough into dropping down, fully embedding the toy in his ass. He hissed but quickly clamped his lips together.
“Shizun?” A voice called from the door.
Hurriedly, Shen Qingqiu straightened his robes. He had gone without trousers, but in his anxiety, he had remained dressed in all of his usual thick layers of robes which covered his state completely.
If only there wasn’t a jade pillar shoved up his ass.
“Shizun?” Luo Binhe sounded worried on the other side of the door. Shen Qingqiu flushed, panic racing through him at the situation.
He took a deep breath and held it in before letting it out in a calm exhale. It was fine. Shen Qingqiu was covered. You couldn’t see anything beneath the swaths of green and white draped across his lap and body. It just looked like he was enjoying his free time at his writing desk.
“Come in, Binghe,” he called. If he waited any longer, his sticky disciple would surely begin to worry.
Luo Binghe took a few hurried steps into the room and froze at the sight of Shen Qingqiu kneeling primly at his desk.
“Is everything alright?” He asked.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed. “Why wouldn’t everything be alright?”
“This one thought he heard Shizun make a sound of pain.”
Damn protagonist and his stupidly good hearing.
Shen Qingqiu hummed calmly despite his racing heart.
“This one is fine. I have simply been sitting in the same position for too long. I got a little sore.”
Luo Binghe made a curious sound but didn’t push, instead he took a few steps closer and reached out beseechingly.
“Would Shizun allow this lowly one to give him a massage? To ease the aches and pains?”
Shen Qingqiu waved a hand dismissively.
“Unnecessary. Perhaps just some tea?”
Anything to get Luo Binghe out of the room.
Luo Binghe nodded slowly, eyes still roving over Shen Qingqiu’s body. Shen Qingqiu passively allowed the gaze to brush over him—Binhe was always looking, this was nothing new.
When Luo Binghe returned after a short while, Shen Qingqiu was confident that his face was once again blank of emotion. There was no way anybody would be able to tell that he was completely filled with cold stone.
Luo Binghe poured two cups and kneeled at the table.
“What was it that you needed?”
Luo Binghe, seeming to snapping out of a trance, focused on Shen Qingqiu’s eyes.
“This disciple just wanted to see Shizun.”
Huff.
“Silly boy, it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
Luo Binghe hummed pleasantly. It took a bit, but it seemed like the other was finally coming to terms with his insecurities and working hard to improve them. It likely helped that Shen Qingqiu was granting him small liberties, allowing him to touch and hold much more often for longer periods.
“May this disciple ask Shizun a question?”
Shen Qingqiu nodded, taking a small sip of tea before setting the cup down and granting his disciple his full attention.
Luo Binghe swallowed, opening his mouth and closing it a few times before letting out a strained sound. Shen Qingqiu’s eyebrows furrowed and Luo Binghe cleared his throat.
“Is Shizun uncomfortable?” He asked finally.
Shen Qingqiu cocked his head. “I thought I told you already. I’m fine.”
Luo Binghe hummed but seemed unsatisfied.
“Shizun seems…quite full. It must be uncomfortable.”
Full? Well, he wasn’t hungry, but it wasn’t like he ate a large meal recently. Unless…
“Surely Shizun remembers the blood parasites he swallowed. I can feel every change within shizun’s body. It seems like Shizun is quite strained with that thing filling him up.”
Shen Qingqiu’s teeth snapped shut.
Shit.
An unsteady grin spread across Luo Binghe’s cheeks causing one to dimple.
Shit shit shit.
Shen Qingqiu shifted uncomfortably, only remembering that it was a bad idea after a whimper stained his lips when the toy shifted.
“Shizun.” Luo Binghe was looking much more desperate now, hands held aloft but frozen, hesitating to touch. “Shizun. Please. Please can I see?”
Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the world. What a nightmare.
Gently, Luo Binghe took his hands and kissed his palms. Shen Qingqiu remained frozen. A deer in headlights.
“Shizun doesn’t need to talk if he doesn’t want. But this Binghe is begging. I’ve been so good. I haven’t even tried…but Shizun has been using other things to satisfy himself without this Binghe. Please, please let me see. I need to see what Shizun likes more than me.”
“It’s not…” Shen Qingqiu choked on his own words. He was terrible at speaking so brazenly. If he could hide away and die again, he would, but Luo Binghe needed to hear his reassurance or he would most certainly drown in his own made-up despair. “It’s not that I don’t want Binghe. But…Binghe is very big and…and this one can’t accommodate. Yet. But I-I thought. If I practiced a little…”
His voice faded, his thin face no longer able to support his words.
“Shizun…is doing this for me?” Luo Binghe’s voice shook.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t even nod. Couldn’t even open his eyes. The feeling of gentle caresses against his hands brought him back. When at last he was able to open his eyes, warm brown irises gazed at him as if he himself had arranged the moon and stars.
“This lowly disciple truly doesn’t deserve Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu made a noise in his throat but didn’t utter a word.
“Begging Shizun…can this disciple see? Please? This lowly one isn’t sure how he could survive knowing and not seeing. Shizun doesn’t have to say a word.”
Shen Qingqiu hesitated. He supposed Luo Binghe had already technically seen, no matter how muddled his state of mind. And he would certainly see again.
Stiffly, he managed to nod.
Luo Binghe’s hands brushed lovingly against his sides, squeezing lightly before maneuvering him around so his cheek rested against the pillow of his arms on the floor. His back arched slightly as large hands kneaded the flesh of his thighs through his robes, pulling his ass further into the air and propping him up fully. So slowly, carefully like his skirts were made of rice paper, those hands pulled at the layers of fabric, pooling them around Shen Qingqiu’s waist until Shen Qingqiu’s full bottom—and the cursed stone toy—were revealed.
Instinctively, Shen Qingqiu clenched down on the pillar splitting him open. Unsurprisingly he let out an embarrassing gasp. More surprisingly, Luo Binghe also gasped.
Firm hands gripped his cheeks and spread them wider. No doubt his shiny pink hole was on display. He could even feel the rim instinctively clenching as the position made the pillar slide out a fraction. A thumb met the toy at the base and gently massaged the overworked rim. Shen Qingqiu sucked in a breath and the pillar was pressed in further by gentle fingers.
“Binghe,” he gasped, shivering. Instead of a pleased sound, Shen Qingqiu was surprised when Luo Binghe growled unhappily.
“Even now, Shizun isn’t taking care of himself.”
“What-ah! What do you mean?”
Luo Binghe’s thumb pressed against the rim but didn’t do anything other than massage at the skin. The feeling of light touches was suffocating. He ached to the very core, and he wasn’t entirely sure it was only from the pain of the stretch.
“Shizun is training himself to take bigger objects but he is not preparing himself properly. He is not pleasing himself at all. There is not nearly enough oil, and he is clenching so hard that the toy is being pushed out. If this was good for Shizun, the pillar would be pulled in.”
Grasping the base of the toy, Luo Binghe pulled, watching his teacher’s hole quiver around the false cock with each centimeter dragged out and then flutter around empty air once it was finally removed. The oil he pulled from his sleeve dripped in easily, coating the pucker in a shiny film.
“What-what are you doing, Binghe?!” Shen Qingqiu stuttered, feeling the wet chill of oil dripping into him.
It felt strange. Not bad, per se, but the slick feeling was new. He only added the bare minimum oil to get the toy in and then out as soon as possible. Now, the slightest shift of his hips made the slick sensation down there much more noticeable. Luo Binghe held his cheeks wide open, completely exposing him, and breathed a stream of air through pursed lips right onto Shen Qingqiu’s dampened skin.
“A-ah Binghe!“
A proud hum was the only response he received until a calloused thumb dragged through the wet mess and caught on his rim. His hips jerked, but one hand held him firmly in place as the thumb dipped in just a fraction, not even past the nail, and then pulled out again, dragging against the muscle and no doubt causing the skin to tug down and reveal just a touch more of his intimate parts.
Rough fingers danced around, rubbing the oil into every part of him, massaging the skin as far down as his balls and then circling lightly against the red pucker. The tip of his thumb dipped in again and Shen Qingqiu’s mind went blank, shivers racking through his entire form. Luo Binghe steadied him with his other hand, petting the fat of his hip and then stroking his belly in comfort.
“B-Bing-ah-“
Another finger, just as calloused and thick, joined the thumb, pushing in bit by bit. A strained groan left Luo Binghe’s lips watching the thin skin hug his fingers, sucking them in one by one. In and then out, exploring with each gentle thrust and then tugging against the walls with each retreat.
The shaking in Shen Qingqiu’s thighs only got worse with each passing moment. He was glad that Luo Binghe had such a firm grip on his hips. Collapsing into a puddle on the ground would be embarrassing.
The fingers continued to dip in and out, circling his rim gently every other thrust. Every whine and cry that left Shen Qingqiu’s lips was accompanied by a satisfied hum from Luo Binghe.
At one dragging touch, Shen Qingqiu’s breath hitched and his thighs squeezed shut involuntarily. Soft lips brushed against his wide open hole in a reverent kiss and Shen Qingqiu let out a choked gasp.
“Binghe stop that!”
”Does Shizun not like when this disciple kisses him?” Luo Binghe uttered the words sadly, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice.
“You know that’s not—Binghe!“
“Shizun doesn’t like this Binghe’s lips? Can I not offer all of my love to Shizun?”
“It’s not—it’s dirty! Don’t—ugh!”
Luo Binghe trailed wet kisses along his spine and pressed a smile into his back. Shen Qingqiu could almost feel the smirk between his shoulder blades.
The fingers in him eased, pulling out slowly. Luo Binghe circled light touches around the area but the fingers remained outside. The loss of fingers was close to painful—neediness grew in the pit of his stomach and, despite himself, a sad whine left his throat. Even through the fog in his head, he could hear his own panting and felt himself squirming, rubbing his thighs together, pushing back into Luo Binghe’s fingers inadvertently.
“Be good,” a low commanding voice caressed the room. A voice that Shen Qingqiu was not used to. A voice that ripped the air from his lungs and caused his knees to quake.
He bit his lip and nodded silently, allowing his body to be molded by those big hands, bending and moving with just the smallest touch of guidance.
Now he truly was presenting himself. His back was even more arched and his thighs, with just a nudge, had been spread apart so he could no longer squeeze them together, leaving his aching cock hanging heavily with no stimulation.
He felt the cold air on his hole again and realized that Luo Binghe was moving to lean over his back, encasing his body completely in the smell of him. The hand that had urged him into this vicious arch rubbed against his hip as if to comfort him and then trailed down to cup his belly. The warmth of Luo Binghe’s palm pressing into his navel both steadied him and caused his mind to short circuit.
“Good. Very good. Shizun is so obedient for me. I bet I could move you any way I wanted and you would stay like that until I moved you again.
Shen Qingqiu didn’t even have it in himself to cringe at the words because they were true.
Slick sounds made a reappearance but Shen Qingqiu didn’t move. He pictured Luo Binghe’s fingers, covered in oil, slicking up the pathetic toy. Stroking and pulling up the shaft and brushing a thumb against the tip before giving it a light squeeze and trailing back down. The tight ring of his fingers was surely just as hot and sturdy as the ones pressed against his stomach.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t tell if his own breaths were as loud and wet as they felt.
Finally, the empty air was replaced by the flesh-warmed stone of the jade phallus.
“Shh, shh. It’s alright, Shizun. Don’t cry, you’ll feel real good soon, I promise. ”
Oh. He must have made some sort of noise. He hoped it wasn’t too embarrassing.
“That’s right. Open up for me. Relax.
The toy breached him in a slow push. Too slow, but Shen Qingqiu dared not disobey by moving his hips back. He felt his rim open up around the toy, fluttering as the head pushed its way fully past the ring of muscles before stopping.
“Look at that, Shizun. You did so well. The tip is already in and you are taking it so well.”
This time, Shen Qingqiu knew he whined at the praise. Surely the dampness at the corners of his eyes was just sweat.
“Oh, Shizun. Shizun, Shizun, Shizun, you’re taking this cock so well. We’re already halfway there and you’re just sucking it up like it’s no problem. Imagine if it were my cock…”
Luo Binghe’s voice grew strained and Shen Qingqiu could tell he was struggling to regain control. Was it possible that just watching himself fuck a toy into his pathetic debauched teacher was enough for the protagonist to loose control?
“Shizun~”
The strained gasp was reciprocated by a ruined whine torn from Shen Qingqiu’s own throat. Likely without noticing, Luo Binghe had began softly humping against Shen Qingqiu’s thigh. Even through the layers of fabric, he could feel the thick and heavy and hot and huge cock drag a trail of dampness over the dewy skin of his thigh.
Oh. Looks like Luo Binhe is leaking too. At least Shen Qingqiu wasn’t alone. By now, he was dripping wet. A trail of pre had oozed down his inclined belly to wrap around Luo Binghe’s fingers.
“Shizun, you’re so…so tight. We’re about three quarters down. I can see you squeezing around it. I can tell you’re straining with just this much. I can only imagine how tight you’d be around me. I’m so much bigger than your little toy.”
Well, that wasn’t a lie. The bulge against his thigh was impossibly huge. No doubt he’d be gaping after being breached by just Luo Binghe’s tip.
“Gods, you’re taking it so well, Shizun. Just imagine, with a little more practice, this could be me filling you up. I’m so much hotter. I’m longer and thicker and I’d make you so wet for me. Oh Shizun, you’re so precious, struggling to take just this much. You’re so beautiful like this, I can hardly stand it. And you’re all mine.”
The mine was growled, torn right from the depths of Luo Binghe’s chest. He certainly sounded like a half demon like this, chest rumbling posessively as he inched the faux cock the rest of the way in. The palm on Shen Qingqiu’s smooth belly pressed down as the flared base of the toy pushed against Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks.
“A-ahh!”
…What was that feeling? The pitched wine was all but torn from him as a pulse of pleasure race through him from head to toe.
“Shizun likes when I press into him like this? You sucked the toy up so well, but now that it’s in I can rub you from the inside and the out.”
The palm pushed down again and Shen Qingqiu’s breath shuttered.
“Just imagine, if it was my cock in you, you’d be able to feel me from the inside and the outside, too. My cock would press against your spot at all times and we’d both be able to press against your cute belly and feel me deep inside your womb.”
“B-Binghe!! What?! You-you know I d-don’t have–“
“Shizun—“
He was cut off completely by the force of the low growl.
“I’m going to train your hole to take me and then I’m going to fuck you with my own cock until you’re pregnant.”
“!!”
The toy pulled out and Shen Qingqiu nearly sobbed. It was too much. It was not enough! Why was he going so slow after saying such lewd things?! Shouldn’t now be when he starts plowing relelntlessly into his ass? Shouldn’t the sound of screaming and slapping skin be filling the Bamboo House by now? Why was he going so slow?!
The toy pulled out slowly, Luo Binghe taking the time to soothe him as he finally began to cry openly.
A thumb stroked over his belly button but that only served to enrage the fire in his belly as the toy was angled purposefully against that spot and nudged back and forth, in and out of his hole in tiny smooth movements.
How did he get so…knowledgeable so fast? Their first time didn’t come even close to pushing him this close to the edge so consistently. He didn’t realize Luo Binghe even knew there was a special spot inside him.
(As if Shen Qingqiu himself knew.)
“I’ve learned a lot, you know. I hurt you last time but I never will again. I’m sure I hit your spot before but you couldn’t feel it through the pain. Now I’m making sure you feel me press into it and won’t ever forget that feeling. I’m doing good, right? You feel good?”
Shen Qingqiu moaned and nodded dumbly into the floor. The toy pressed in all the way again and, once more, the huge hand on his belly pushed down. The constant stimulation was causing his legs to shake. A cold sweat broke on his back and, without a warning, his legs buckled completely.
Expecting to fall into the ground, Shen Qingqiu was relieved to find himself supported completely by Luo Binghe’s hand against his stomach. The sudden pressure, however, paired with the toy angling even deeper pushed him completely over the edge. With a few choked gasps Shen Qingqiu felt himself shudder and heave as the slow rolling pleasure finally burned through his body in a slow (agonizingly slow) wave of bliss.
“Oh, Shizun, you look so beautiful like this. Your tears hurt me so deeply yet I can’t make myself want you to stop crying out for me.”
The toy continued to thrust slowly and deeply, grinding into his spot over and over as Shen Qingqiu shuttered and cried.
Hazily, Shen Qingqiu could hear Luo Binghe’s voice above him, though the bliss continued to race from his head to the tips of his toes, muffling everything but the buzzing under his skin.
“Shizun must feel so good, cumming for so long on just a toy. Shizun is amazing. So good for this Binghe. You were so good. You need to let go now, though. You keep squeezing around the toy and trying to keep it in, but we need to take it out now before you start hurting.”
Dazely, Shen Qingqiu obeyed, unclenching completely and allowing the toy to be removed. Luo Binghe pet him through it, praising him softly, and caressing his skin like he was something precious.
Eventually Shen Qingqiu went completely limp, weightless in Luo Binghe’s hold. He felt himself being set down gently on the plush carpet as Luo Binghe continued stroking his skin and peppering kisses around his fucked out fluttering hole before moving down and lovingly nipping at his thighs. Slowly, Shen Qingqiu was rolled onto his back, splayed out like a lounging goddess, limp and warm and still buzzing. A wet nose nuzzled into his tummy and kitten licks trailed up his naval. Shen Qingqiu whined but remained slack.
His eyes only cracked open when Luo Binghe started angling his legs apart.
”What is it, Binghe?” He mumbled, confused.
“Shizun, I found the next size up. Don’t worry, we will get your hole loose enough to take me before the night is over.”
Shen Qingqius eyes snapped open at the feeling of a slightly larger pillar nudging against his rim.