Shen Qingqiu looked beautiful like this; vulnerable sleeping on their shared bed.
During the day, his master projected the image of an aloof, unattainable immortal. But now in his sleep, that image disappeared like clouds before the sun.
Shen Qingqiu slept on his stomach, his hair a halo around him, his robes in disarray. A patch of drool appeared on the soft pillows his master seemed to prefer. Small mumbles and soft breaths spilled from kiss-swollen lips.
It was early morning and the first rays of sunlight made their way inside, creeping up along their bodies and illuminating Shen Qingqiu in a soft light.
Luo Binghe could not look away. He remembered when Shen Qingqiu displayed another form of stillness. One that lasted five years. He blinked those thoughts away. Now wasn’t the time to think about those painful, lonely years. His master was here, alive, and next to him.
To ground himself from these dark demons plaguing him, Luo Binghe grabbed a strand of hair that had fallen in front of his master’s face.
He brought the hair lock to his lips. The soap they used and Shen Qingqiu’s scent filled his nostrils. A possessive warmth spread in his heart. The texture was smooth against his lips. He kissed it gently before putting it behind Shen Qingqiu’s ear.
Luo Binghe had a clear unobstructed view of Shen Qingqiu’s face, allowing him to look his fill. He loved these quiet moments in the morning. This was their sanctuary and Luo Binghe’s favourite place. The sounds and sights of a world waking up reminded him of the world outside. But in these moments, he had his master to himself, before numerous duties and meetings demanded their attention.
If Shen Qingqiu had been awake, he would immediately hide his face from his disciple’s intense gaze behind his ever-present fan.
His master shifted in his sleep. The robe he had haphazardly put on crept up his legs, exposing more of his thighs. The sleeping robe wasn’t tied properly as Shen Qingqiu had wanted to fall asleep immediately after their late-night activities and cleaning-up.
Luo Binghe felt himself heat up at the sight. He reached out a hand to touch the smooth pale skin of Shen Qingqiu’s exposed thigh. Allowing himself to touch the bruises shaped like handprints that peeked out from under the cloth. A finger slipped under the edge of the robe, stroking the soft skin under it.
The ministrations did not wake up Shen Qingqiu. Only a few sleepy mumbles escaped him, dead to the world and exhausted from their late-night activities. He would not wake up for some time.
Luo Binghe knew himself and knew that he would not be able to restrain himself.
Did he want to restrain himself though?
His master had let known long ago that he wasn’t averse at waking up to early morning activities. Luo Binghe remembered the coaxing and the tricks he had to pull so his master would be honest. The memories excited him more. He could feel his cock stirring in his own night clothes.
But Shen Qingqiu was tired and would not enjoy being woken up too early. It was not fair to his master to be at Luo Binghe’s beck and call.
Although, whenever the intense, ravenous need for closeness came over him, it could not be sated until he fulfilled the demand. Luo Binghe would allow himself a taste, which should be enough to tide him over until the evening.
He rose and moved over Shen Qingqiu’s sleeping body, holding himself up on one arm so he would not crush his lover. He leaned down to brush kisses along Shen Qingqiu’s neck and shoulder. Placing nips and licks over the marks he had left behind the previous night. Luo Binghe pulled Shen Qingqiu’s hair to the side to place a lingering kiss right on the sensitive nape.
Shen Qingqiu exhaled heavily.
The hand that was stroking right under the robe pushed the fabric up to expose the soft mounds of Shen Qingqiu’s ass. Luo Binghe place a knee between the thighs and pushed up to spread Shen Qingqiu’s legs farther apart.
The close proximity allowed Luo Binghe to feel a shiver going through Shen Qingqiu, which could be a reaction to his actions or the cold against exposed skin. But it excited Luo Binghe. All these reactions were for him alone. No one would know Shen Qingqiu like he did.
Luo Binghe pulled back his leg and moved to straddle Shen Qingqiu’s legs. He smoothed his hands down the sides and stopped right at the ass cheeks.
He admired the bite mark he had made there a few days ago. Shen Qingqiu had been furious at him for that, smacking him with his fan and scolding him because he had to sit through an entire peak lord meeting just a few hours later
Of course, Luo Binghe had known and planned for this. Such a reminder always made his master remember their time together and made him eager for more rounds when he came back.
Would his master wake up when he bit that spot again? To renew his claim.
Maybe it was best to leave that for later. He had an appetite for something more delicious.
He spread apart the mounds and admired the lovely prize in between them. Shen Qingqiu’s hole was well loved and puffy. Remnants of lube and his come were still visible, despite the cleaning afterwards. Luo Binghe felt his cock harden even more. It was straining against his robes, ignoring it for now.
Licking his lips, Luo Binghe applied some pressure with his thumb around the rim, easily slipping inside. No resistance at all. His cock had done well in stretching out the tight hole.
A low mumble was heard, muffled against the soft pillow.
Luo Binghe stopped his stretching and inspected Shen Qingqiu’s face. Luckily, it was still slack in sleep. Although, he was flushing red from the attention. Luo Binghe smiled fondly and pressed a chaste kiss at the relaxed open mouth. Shen Qingqiu’s nose scrunched up in reaction. An affectionate warmth spread through Luo Binghe’s heart at the adorable sight before he went back to work.
Another thumb joined inside, spreading the hole.
His master would never have allowed this, if he had been awake. The actions too intimate and overwhelming for Shen Qingqiu, which would elicit much scolding.
Unable to hold back, he lowered himself to lap at the rim. Suckling around the edge, lapping up the traces of his release and making the already wet hole even more sloppy. His tongue plunged deep inside and dragged along the inner walls. Luo Binghe’s dick throbbed at the taste and smell of Shen Qingqiu, even making his mouth water.
He could feel shakes and tremors spreading through Shen Qingqiu. His hips shaking minutely while trying to force any kind of relief by rubbing his cock on the sheets. The feeling of being defiled puncturing his sleeping state.
Just a taste, Luo Binghe told himself.
He pulled back with one last sweep of his tongue, sitting up and pulling his cock out from his pants. He spit in the palm of his hand to slick his cock and stroked himself to full length.
The area between the mounds was wet and ready to receive his love. With a slight change of his position, Luo Binghe could easily slide into the warm, wet crevice. Thrusting slowly, he held onto Shen Qingqiu’s hips.
The pressure wasn’t as mind-blowing as being inside Shen Qingqiu’s tightness, but he could feel his release coming on fast. The thought of doing this to his sleeping master excited him to the point of breaking.
His master trusted him so much that he slept next to Luo Binghe, the half-demon lord of the demon realm. That he had even given permission to do this.
For several moments, nothing existed except for the overwhelming sensations and feelings Luo Binghe felt.
His thrusts made Shen Qingqiu’s cock rub even more insistently against the sheets. The sensations causing Shen Qingqiu to flex his thighs and hips, making the crevice tighter around Luo Binghe’s cock. He could feel the pleasure tingling down his spine, building, and pooling in his stomach, ready to burst.
Overwhelmed, Luo Binghe bit in Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder as the wet pressure tightened around his sensitive gland.
“Hhmm, no. No.” The sleepy mumbles changed to words as Shen Qingqiu started to wake up. His hands curling and uncurling into fists as if seeking something to hold on to.
Luo Binghe mentally reached out to the last vestiges of Shen Qingqiu’s dream to force his master to remain in the state between sleeping and waking up. He needed to finish before his master threw him off his body.
His thrust became short humps as he felt himself nearing the edge of ecstasy, ready to fall into the sensations. Eventually, his desire for completion broke his concentration as his humped into the wet, soft cleft. This allowed Shen Qingqiu to wake up to forceful jabs of a cock between his ass cheeks and the thrusting movements rubbing his own hard cock against the sheets.
“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu grabbed at the hand that had been placed next his head and gripped it tightly as the surprising pleasure coursed through. A shocking orgasm rippled through him. He exploded into shivers and loud moans, coming onto his bed sheets.
Luo Binghe gritted his teeth and followed with his own release. His own loud moans escaping him and the name Shen Qingqiu slipping out several times. His movements slowed down as he emptied his seed between the soft mounds and onto the stretched, red hole
Moans and small cries evened out to heavy breaths as they both came down from the high of pleasure. Luo Binghe pulled away from the now wet and ruined cleft and laid himself next to Shen Qingqiu.
Shen Qingqiu took some time to gather his bearings and comprehend what had happened. The rude awakening and orgasm early in the morning muddled his brain. Eventually, he voiced the first question that came to his mind. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“This disciple didn’t want to disturb shizun’s sleep.”
That seemed to bring back Shen Qingqiu’s mind from the place Luo Binghe had humped him into.
“So you decided to rut against me like a dog in heat?” Shen Qingqiu’s flushed face somehow became even more red in indignation. “I’m not some maiden you can manhandle whenever you want.”
“This disciple is sorry. He couldn’t help it.” Luo Binghe said in an unapologetic voice.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes narrowed. He pushed himself up and smacked Luo Binghe on the chest.
Luo Binghe grabbed the hand to bring it closer and press a kiss against the palm. He pouted at his angered master. For good measure, he forced some tears to appear in the corners of his eyes. “This disciple hopes shizun can forgive him.”
Shen Qingqiu pulled his hand out of Luo Binghe’s grip and turned on his side in a huff. “Clean me up, bring me breakfast, and I might forgive you.”
Luo Binghe chuckled and said before rising from the bed, “Of course, shizun.”
He hadn’t made it far when his heightened hearing picked up a voice mumbling to itself, “Next time wake me up, if you want to do something.”
“This disciple will remember.” He said out loud before leaving the room.
An angered shout followed his exit.