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Life was good. The plot of <Proud Immortal Demon Way> has, at long last, come to an end. And with it came peace into Shen Qingqiu’s life. Well, as much peace as one can have being the only husband of an overpowered demon lord, but details, details.

Ever since the main plot has been fulfilled Shen Qingqiu hadn’t been plagued by the system with unreasonable demands and useless scenario pushers. If anything, the system went into hibernation with a rather cheerful note saying that it was up to Shen Qingqiu to “Walk the path to a fulfilling marriage, dear customer! Wishing you the best of luck!”.

And Shen Qingqiu did. He and Luo Binghe had been wandering about, both in the demon and the human realm while Luo Binghe’s palace was being built. Because finally there was peace. Not just in Shen Qingqiu’s life but also across the realms and its people.

Luo Binghe has truly lived up to his protagonist charm and strength, fulfilling expectations and going beyond. Shen Qingqiu would curse the plot armor but ever since he figured out Luo Binghe didn’t want to kill him but actually had an incurable raging crush on him, his opinion changed drastically.

But truly, how was he supposed to know?! Distinguishing a demon’s I-want-to-kill-you glare from I-want-to-bone-you stare wasn’t an easy feat, especially since one’s very life was in danger if judged wrong. Shen Qingqiu still shuddered whenever he thought about their messy hide-and-seek game and the painful learning curve he went through. If only he was a better judge of character, they could’ve had this much sooner!  

Because life truly was great by Luo Binghe’s side who loved him. Loved him! Shen Qingqiu was still having a hard time wrapping his head around this simple fact, but there was no way to question the validity of the statement when Luo Binghe looked at him like he was the demon’s greatest treasure. It made Shen Qingqiu equal part embarrassed as it left him blushing from the warmth in his heart.

And Luo Binghe didn’t just worm his way into Shen Qingqiu’s heart but the heart of the commoners as well. A scenery that had previously wouldn’t be considered possible was an everyday occurrence; demons and humans living side-by-side in a harmonious way, all looking for Luo Binghe to keep watch over them.

It never ceased to impress Shen Qingqiu whenever they strolled into a village market and found one stall selling fresh bread and pastries while the next one dealt in demonic poisons and potions. It was an intriguing yet fun contrast.

Shen Qingqiu was having endless fun secretly laughing behind his fan as Lou Binghe kept getting called aside by shop owners and old ladies to involve him in gossip. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t even count how many times did he have to “save” his husband from some of the more enthusiastic subjects.

Occasionally, they visited Cang Qiong for an afternoon tea with Yue Qingyuan or Liu Qingge. Though when it was the latter, somehow, one way or another, Shen Qingqiu always had to pry his husband and the War God peak lord apart from their mutual chokehold.

Even if the world has changed, some things never do. Or rather some people never do.

But all in all, life was good. Great even.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t have to run for his life, didn’t have to shed sweat and tears - and even blood - to fill up plot holes. He didn’t even have to worry about his peak lord duties as he was granted an undefined leave following his wedding. Luo Binghe had been treating him better than anyone has ever done. Sometimes, Shen Qingqiu felt like he was the supreme lord and not Luo Binghe with the way his husband always jumped to give him everything and anything.

It was overwhelming to be loved so fiercely and without constraint. Nobody has loved him this intensely before. In his past life, he only received a quiet type of love from his parents and siblings. In this life, the affection and appreciation coming from his fellow peak lords and disciples were also the distant types. So when Luo Binghe came barreling into his life with a love fiercer than that of a wild-fire, Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how to handle it.

Of course, that didn’t mean Shen Qingqiu was complaining, per se.

It was nice to be pampered and looked after even if he didn’t necessarily require it. Luo Binghe’s cooking was top notch, and the demon lord always made time in his schedule to cook him breakfast and dinner, which he always stayed for. Luo Binghe gave his all, and Shen Qingqiu found himself falling further and further for him with every gesture.

Subconsciously, however, Shen Qingqiu was feeling guilty. His husband has done so much for him, while in comparison Shen Qingqiu felt like he barely gave anything in return. Not that it actually formed into thought in his mind, but a vague sense of something has begun to bother him nowadays. A feeling that he wanted to do something for Luo Binghe, he just didn’t know what or how.

That night, Luo Binghe pulled him down onto the sheets and Shen Qingqiu barely put up a fight before he let his husband pry his legs apart and climb on top of him.

The spring weather was heating up, but that wasn’t the sole reason why Shen Qingqiu was feeling hotter than usual. He had already come twice, once while Luo Binghe was preparing him and the second just right now as his husband closed a hand around his weeping erection.

“Shizun, shizun you are so beautiful…” Luo Binghe grunted into the arch of his damp neck.

Shen Qingqiu yelped out a whine at a particularly sharp thrust. His entire body was burning up and shaking from the intensity of his orgasm. Luo Binghe was still moving into him, slower now, but with more force that punched further embarrassing sounds from Shen Qingqiu’s throat.

“Stop calling… me that while we’re in bed,” Shen Qingqiu chastised as he managed to somewhat catch his breath.

“Husband,” Luo Binghe breathed then, pressing a kiss onto the skin of his husband’s neck. “Husband, I apologize. You take-  you are so perfect, you take away all my reason.”

Shen Qingqiu wanted to retort that he was nowhere near perfect, but he ended up only gasping at the exhilarating sensation of his husband’s sizeable dick dragging against his prostate. He should be feeling uncomfortable and overstimulated, however, Shen Qingqiu’s body has long become accustomed to the shape of his husband, and the way Luo Binghe loved him.

And so, Shen Qingqiu only parted his legs further and took everything Luo Binghe gave him. Because Luo Binghe was still giving, always providing for him and Shen Qingqiu was delirious with pleasure and something else - a need, a want to pay back, to love Luo Binghe as much as Luo Binghe loved him.

But if Shen Qingqiu couldn’t figure out how to do that while sober, now, while drunk on the attention his husband was showering him with, it was even more impossible. Especially with that heavenly dick sheathed in him, reaching deep and splitting him open and making him bare his most vulnerable parts, Shen Qingqiu could do nothing but hold on for dear life and continue crying, voice embarrassingly high.

Strong arms wound around his waist, and Shen Qingqiu found the world shifting. He was made to sit on Luo Binghe’s lap, their chest bumping into one another as his husband captured his lips into a lazy kiss. Shen Qingqiu all but melted into him, for a second forgetting to protest the sudden emptiness in his backside as Luo Binghe’s dick slipped out during their shifting.

But soon enough one of Luo Binghe’s hands released his waist and guided his dick back into Shen Qingqiu’s fluttering hole, easily sliding back in without resistance.

Ahh! Hah.. ahh, Binghe... Shen Qingqiu moaned, throatily. It felt so good . Especially after a brief deprivation of the length of Luo Binghe’s dick in his lax body. It heightened the sense of being filled, of being full, making it seem as if his husband’s cock swelled even bigger in that short while.

Even though he just came, Shen Qingqiu felt his spent dick twitch weakly. There was so much he was feeling - the burn of fire in his belly, the tingling of his walls where they were connected, the warmth of Luo Binghe as he was embraced - and in the peak of it all, Shen Qingqiu had no idea what to focus on.

He was manhandled into a bit of a distance from where he burrowed himself into Binghe’s wide chest, and Shen Qingqiu was gone enough to whine softly in protest. In his delirious state tears started wetting his lashes and cheeks, but he still parted his thighs further to keep receiving the raw love his husband was giving him.

“Husband, I love you. I love you,” Luo Binghe murmured into the air between them and leaned down to place his lips around one of Shen Qingqiu’s erect nipples.

That action sent a jolt down Shen Qingqiu’s spine, a rather loud yelp leaving his lips. Luo Binghe could tell it wasn’t a sound of pain or discomfort so he pushed his tongue out and started alternating between lapping and nibbling on the bud.

And suddenly that’s all Shen Qingqiu could concentrate on - the mouth on his chest. It was insistently giving him pleasure, sending ripples after ripples through his already haywire nerves. Luo Binghe had played with his nipples before, but never did it feel this intense. Like, Shen Qingqiu would die if Luo Binghe detached himself from his chest.

But Luo Binghe wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, and the gentle nips and licks turned into sucking . Shen Qingqiu released a loud moan at that, fingers coming to thread themselves into his husband’s fluffy hair, pulling that mouth closer to himself.


They rocked together gently, no urgency in their movements but an ever-present need to not be separated. Luo Binghe circled his arms around Shen Qingqiu’s waist in a possessive manner and turned his attention to the other lovely bud on his husband’s heaving chest. Shen Qingqiu was groaning and mewling, his entire body on fire and brain a hazy mess.

The lips on his nipples were persistent, and it felt so intoxicating. And when Shen Qingqiu gazed down at his husband, watching the man he loved plastered against his chest and sucking on his nipple, something violent wrecked through him in the form of a shiver.

Shen Qingqiu heaved with a sob as a revelation hit him hard. Luo Binghe wasn’t just giving right now like he always did. Wasn’t just making sure his husband felt good. No. He was also beseeching, seeking - waiting to be serviced back by no other than Shen Qingqiu’s very body.

And Shen Qingqiu found himself crying openly now, the raw desire, regret, and helplessness taking a root in his shaken heart. It was a weird and very much impossible wish for a man, yet at that moment all Shen Qingqiu wanted was to be able to feed his husband like a mother would her baby. To cradle Luo Binghe into his embrace and provide for him in a way no one has ever had.

He scrambled to pull Luo Binghe further against him while arching his back into his husband’s mouth. Incoherent he blabbered and cried, his third orgasm fast approaching. “Binghe, Binghe I want to give…. I want to give you everything! Please... let me - I want to hold you, hug you, feed you… all of it but… but I can’t... husband, husband please, I want -”

His orgasm rocked through him like a tidal wave, Shen Qingqiu was almost coming dry. He didn’t notice Luo Binghe stiffening for a brief second, didn’t see how his husband’s demon insignia lit aflame or the red flash that appeared in his eyes.

Shen Qingqiu wasn’t even aware of his own words, messy as his thoughts were for all he knew he was begging for something. Which happened every single time they were in bed so it was written off as unimportant.

But what Shen Qingqiu didn’t know was that with his delirious mumbling he unconsciously opened a door to a whole new direction in their relationship.  





The next day, after breakfast was cleared away Luo Binghe up and left, saying he had things to take care of. Shen Qingqiu assumed Luo Binghe had to attend to some demon political business and didn’t question him. He accepted the long-lasting peck on his lips before he ushered the demon lord out of the room - the crown of his cheeks dusting red.

Shen Qingqiu hadn’t had a lot of time to himself. Luo Binghe didn’t like to leave him alone for long, and so even if they had to separate it was only for a few hours and Luo Binghe would be running back to his side like a loyal dog.

Many would feel stifled but Shen Qingqiu didn’t think that way. After the things they had gone through, whenever they are separated, a bad taste was left in Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. It made him feel weirdly alone and vulnerable whenever he didn’t see Luo Binghe from the corner of his eye.

That being said, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t a nervous wreck either whenever Lou Binghe left him alone. After all, Shen Qingqiu was a master at making himself busy with small things.

Today as well, he sat down to respond to some of the letters he received. One from Ning Yingying who was asking his blessing for a marriage proposal from Liu Mingyuan, which he happily gave, feeling like a proud father at seeing the two lovely ladies finding love in each other instead of being forced to share a husband with hundreds of other women.

The other letter was from that tasteless author, Shang Qinghua who took a perfectly good idea and made a mess out of it. And even though Shen Qingqiu had already forgiven his fellow transmigrator, from time to time he still felt indignant at the wasted potential of a novel that could have been god-tier.

Though, now he couldn’t exactly call Shang Qinghua tasteless anymore as he - God knows how - scored Mobei-jun of all people. The ice demon was handsome, Shen Qingqiu had to admit, if not a bit too stiff for his own liking. But Shang Qinghua was happy, and even Mobei-jun looked less uptight since the two married, so who was Shen Qingqiu to judge?

After the response letters were written and addressed, Shen Qingqiu had one of the servants to deliver them and went to retrieve his guqin. It has been a while since he played, and the weather was so pleasant outside he decided to waste some time away. He found a hidden spot under the shadows of a willow tree and made himself comfortable on the grass.

He spent the majority of his morning and most of the afternoon there, absently plucking at the strings of the instrument. The songs of birds joined in on his songs and the scent of flowers calmed his nerves and cleared his mind enough to start meditating at one point.

The sound of footsteps jerked him out of his shallow meditation. Shen Qingqiu lifted his head to see Luo Binghe approaching him with a soft smile on his lips and a basket of what seemed like a picnic food.

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu called out to him in greeting, his fingers lifting his fan to his lips.

Luo Binghe sat next to him on the ground, equally uncaring if his robes got dirty. “Shizun, this disciple has returned. I heard you’ve been sitting here all day so I brought some refreshments. Please eat, Shizun.”

“What did you prepare?” Shen Qingqiu asked almost eagerly, only now noticing how hungry he was. Maybe sitting under a tree all day wasn’t the best idea but it was so relaxing he didn’t want to get up.

Luo Binghe presented the delicacies one by one, with a proud smile on his handsome face. “Mango jelly, roasted nuts mixed with raisins, and rice flakes with soy sauce. I also washed and cut some fruits for Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes twinkled at the mango jelly especially, wasting no time in bringing one to his mouth. Even in his eagerness, he still managed to look aloof and elegant. Years of living with the system and pretending to be someone he was not had such mannerisms stuck to him like glue.

Keen eyes followed his movements, lips a thin line and eyebrows arching in question. Shen Qingqiu could literally see the imaginary tail wagging behind Luo Binghe. “Is it to Shizun’s liking?”

Clearing his throat Shen Qingqiu gently fanned himself, unable to look straight at the brightness that his husband was any longer. “Hm. Binghe has outdone himself again. This master is truly lucky to have such a talented disciple.”

Luo Binghe had lit up, his entire demeanor shifting from nervous anticipation to unadulterated happiness. He wedged himself closer to Shen Qingqiu, careful not to trample the food and offered a slice of watermelon to his husband’s lips. “Shizun try some of the fruits too.”

Shen Qingqiu wanted to take it from his hands but Luo Binghe withdrew his hand then, lips pursed and looking wronged. “ Shizun…”

It was a habit of his, not explicitly saying what he wanted but still whining like a child when he didn’t get it. Shen Qingqiu felt his eyebrow twitch, nevertheless, he couldn’t bear seeing the dejected face of Luo Binghe for long and obediently parted his lips.

Seeing how Shen Qingqiu indulged him, Luo Binghe practically purred in satisfaction, carefully lifting the watermelon up again. There was an almost scary intensity in the way the demon lord was watching him take a bite. Shen Qingqiu was having a hard time staying composed, as he slowly chewed on the fruit.

Luo Binghe would rather cut off his own arms than hurting him, and Shen Qingqiu knew this. But it was still overwhelming to be on the receiving end of his husband’s undivided attention. Based on experience, Luo Binghe would snap out of it in a few minutes. Until then, Shen Qingqiu would just need to be pretty and stay still.

So when Luo Binghe didn’t snap out of his staring even after long minutes, Shen Qingqiu began to wonder. He was slowly eating some pear slices now, allowing Luo Binghe to hand feed him as his demon husband was still stuck in hyper-fixation. Luo Binghe came even closer, Shen Qingqiu could feel the entirety of his left side being warmed by the other’s presence.

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmured on a deep and guttural voice that sent shivers down Shen Qingqiu’s spine. Because Shen Qingqiu knew what that voice meant, and suddenly that intense stare made him tremble in his seat.

Oh, no, no no! They have just done it yesterday, Shen Qingqiu was not going to give in this time!   

“Binghe, this master is still sore from yesterday,” Shen Qingqiu tried to sound stern, although the tips of his ears were burning from admitting such an explicit correlation to their bedroom activities in broad daylight. “I hope husband will understand.”

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe crooned, as his nose was pushed into the bare skin on Shen Qingqiu’s neck. He appeared delighted and deeply pleased when he noticed the hitch in Shen Qingqiu’s breath. “Shizun needn’t worry. I would never want anything that will strain Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu didn’t know what to make of those words, especially when Luo Binghe brought up a hand and started mapping his sides and torso - the touch hot even through the clothes. When warm lips pressed into the arch of his neck Shen Qingqiu felt pleasant chills spreading from his limbs and collectively meeting in his stomach causing him to squirm. It left him feeling needy as well as embarrassed for reacting so easily right after turning Luo Binghe’s advances down.

And when Luo Binghe’s hand came up and started to slide beneath his robes, Shen Qingqiu grabbed his hand and struggled in the embrace with more energy. His voice was panicky, “B-Binghe! We’re in public!”

“There’s no one here Shizun,” Luo Binghe whispered into his ear while that snake-of-a-hand gently but insistently freed itself from Shen Qingqiu’s grasp and fully slid inside his clothes, touching the heated skin of his collarbone.

Shen Qingqiu sucked in a sharp breath and turned his burning face away from his husband. He wasn’t even angry at being seduced this easily, but rather aghast at Luo binghe’s choice of location. “Please… not here…”

Luo Binghe all but climbed over him then, helping Shen Qingqiu crawl backward until his back was against the trunk of the tree. There was a determination in Luo Binghe’s eyes that couldn’t be ignored, and Shen Qingqiu knew he already lost the battle before it even began.

“Shizun… A-Yuan , let me,” Luo Binghe pleaded on that honeyed tone. Not commanding nor exerting force whatsoever. His hands only explored superficially, letting Shen Qingqiu have the final word on the matter which made Shen Qingqiu burn even deeper with a creeping sense of shame.

Because he found, he didn’t want to say no. Especially after his husband called him by his name, by that irresistible endearing term.

He almost regretted telling Luo Binghe the truth about who he really was and how he came into this world because his husband just got even more enamored with him. And the way the demon lord used his real name, always whispered like some sort of secret had Shen Qingqiu’s walls tumble down faster than he could build them.

Luo Binghe was truly one of a kind.

Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut, feeling a mortifying anticipation as he parted his legs in an impromptu decision to accommodate Luo Binghe better. But Luo Binghe didn’t want him to hide, so the next thing Shen Qingqiu felt was fingers on his chin, turning him towards his husband who kissed him.

Shen Qingqiu returned the kiss, but his movements were clumsier than usual. He was having a hard time ignoring the open space around them, even with how the willow tree vines were completely shielding them away from the outside world. But the feeling of vulnerability was persistent, and only heightened as Luo Binghe loosened his belt and gently pulled the material apart exposing his chest.

Just what had he gotten himself into?

But as if reading his thoughts, Luo Binghe nuzzled his nose against Shen Qingqiu’s taking his cheeks into his big palms. “Shizun relax… this husband of yours wishes for something small. Something you can give me even here.”

Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts were muddled, not really following where this was going. His confusion only grew when Luo Binghe made himself comfortable lying on the ground between his parted legs, demeanor suddenly very demure and relaxed.

Did he or did he not want to have sex?

“Shizun can continue enjoying the refreshments,” Luo Binghe offered in a pleasantly deep tone as if he was doing something as normal as commenting on the weather. “This disciple only wants Shizun to give me this.”

And without further explanation, the overpowered demon lord lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. Shen Qingqiu barely held back a yelp at the sudden sensation.

He was stiff as a statue, unable to fathom what was going on until he vaguely recalled something about this yesterday. How both he and Luo Binghe found the act arousing in the middle of their coupling. As a man, Shen Qingqiu never really put much thought into receiving or giving pleasure from there in particular, given he didn’t possess breasts like a woman.  

But as he was watching Luo Binghe’s eyes flutter closed and mouth working against his hardening nub, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t deny the appeal. Luo Binghe looked unfairly attractive no matter what he was doing and the wet warmth paired with gentle suction on Shen Qingqiu’s chest was far from uncomfortable.

In fact, it was a constant but soft pleasure. The type that one could ignore if they tried hard enough, but if concentrated on, it gradually warmed up the entire body.  

In the first few minutes, Shen Qingqiu didn’t know what to do with himself. Sex - however shameful it would be to do it there in the open - was something Shen Qingqiu familiar with, but what was the protocol for this? Because Luo Binghe didn’t seem to be interested in taking it further, hands never straying and mouth only ever touching his chest.

Yet the act was undoubtedly sexual in nature no matter how innocent they kept it at. Questions bubbled up in Shen Qingqiu’s mind, however. What happened? What did Luo Binghe see that got him all worked up? The way he was so focused on his chest...  It had Shen Qingqiu guessing that maybe a well-endowed woman tried to throw herself at him and it ended badly.

Being a man, the allure of a pair of bouncy snow-white breasts was hard to ignore. Well, maybe not for Shen Qingqiu who was too focused on survival he didn’t have time to ogle women. And even if he had the time, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t raised into a pervert by his mother in the other world.

But Luo Binghe was the harem master protagonist who in the original novel had more than 600 wives. Perhaps, a pretty woman’s charm must have had a greater effect on him than Shen Qingqiu thought.

Something sour and dark filled Shen Qingqiu’s heart, at that. Just imagining Luo Binghe holding a delicate flower in a similar fashion they were situated right now, faced buried in her breasts- no.

Shen Qingqiu furrowed his shapely eyebrows in thinly veiled jealousy. A sudden possessiveness came over him, cradling Luo Binghe’s head and pulled the man closer to his nonexistent breasts.

Luo Binghe was his! Luo Binghe was his husband, and his alone!

If his husband wanted to play with his chest, then he would let him. If his husband was exploring a new kink, he would let him. It didn’t matter what this was all about, as long as Luo Binghe only had him in his eyes and heart, then Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have a word of complaint.

By now Luo Binghe was alternating between the two nubs on Shen Qingqiu’s chest, giving them small licks and letting them relax from the continuous sucking. Encouraged by his husband’s long fingers in his hair, the way they softly played with the locks, Luo Binghe’s hand came up to massage around the breast tissue. He was so careful yet entirely serious as he applied the barest of pressure in soothing circular motions.  

Shen Qingqiu’s breath caught in his throat.

“What has this humble one ever done to deserve A-Yuan?” He heard Luo Binghe murmur, hot breath hitting sensitive skin.

A shiver ran through Shen Qingqiu’s spine, his fingers momentarily tightening in his husband’s hair. With a short-lived laugh, he answered, “Binghe is wrong. It is Binghe that I don’t deserve.”

Luo Binghe looked up at him, eyes twinkling with unshed tears. “Shizun shouldn’t say such things! Shizun deserves the best of everything. All the comfort and luxuries, a life of leisure without stress or pain. You deserve them all, and so this husband will see to it that he keeps his word.”

With me, Shizun will never need for anything.

That was Luo Binghe’s promise after asking for his hand in marriage. Shen Qingqiu recalled how nervous Luo Binghe was, how evident it was in his stance that he was bracing for a sharp rejection - the memory tugged at his heartstrings.

With a half-assed reprimanding tone, Shen Qingqiu poked his husband on the forehead. “If I’m truly made to live a life of ‘leisure without stress’ then I would die of boredom. Binghe surely would have mercy and keep me company, right?”

There was a brief flash of horror in Luo Binghe’s eyes at the mention of death in relation to his most beloved person. Even if it was in the form of a joke, Luo Binghe’s answer to the teasing was very serious, “Shizun, this husband won’t ever leave your side! I swear to you, I will spoil you with my all. Not even a hair on Shizun will be touched by boredom.”

Shen Qingqiu wanted to laugh. Only Luo Binghe would be able to say such ridiculous promises and sound completely believable. But Shen Qingqiu found he couldn’t brush it off with a lighthearted chuckle, not when he could tell his husband meant every single word.  

So he did what naturally seemed right to him. Shen Qingqiu cupped Luo Binghe’s cheeks in his palms and leaned down to press his lips against his husband’s. It was nothing more than a gentle kiss, broken almost as soon as it started yet it left Luo Binghe with stars in his eyes.

“Then I’ll be in Binghe’s care,” Shen Qingqiu whispered, a genuine smile gracing his lips. “As Binghe is in mine.”

“Yes.” Luo Binghe audibly gulped then nuzzled his cheek into Shen Qingqiu’s naked chest still glistening with saliva. And as much as Shen Qingqiu was a bit of a clean-freak, at that moment he felt no itch to fix his clothes or wipe himself clean.





It was raining the following day. Not the type where you could barely see the neighboring building from the dense raindrops, but the quiet type that continuously sprinkled the world in wetness. Shen Qingqiu’s favorite, if he could say so - the preference sticking with him even in this universe.

It was the perfect weather for staying in when you wouldn’t even get out of bed until it was noon and then laze around until it was time for sleeping again. Sadly, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t quite allow himself such loose manners on this particular day, no matter how much he wanted to.

They received a message from the Southern parts where demonic rebel forces started a stirring amongst peaceful settlements.

At first, Shen Qingqiu wanted to brush it off. To have Luo Binghe send Mobei-jun or something.  Hell, even Liu Qingge would have jumped on the occasion to fight something! Why did Luo Binghe have to go?

“Rest some more, Shizun. This disciple will go and check out the situation,” Luo Binghe offered, as he stood in the middle of the room tying Xin Mo to his belt. He looked regal and commanding, donned in black-and-red robes, a black cape and wearing his silver armor pieces properly. Namely the vambraces, greaves and a single pauldron over his left shoulder.

Since things have calmed down and peace took over the realms, it was the first time Shen Qingqiu could see Luo Binghe like this. He forgot just how intimidating and utterly drop-dead gorgeous his husband looked dressed ready to kill his enemies and dominate those who were against him.

Luo Binghe was a feast for the eyes in general, but right now even more so. Something pricked at Shen Qingqiu’s heart, and it wasn’t the irritation he felt from before.   

There was no way Shen Qingqiu would let this Luo Binghe out of his sight. Even if he ends up doing nothing but staring at his husband he would still call it an accomplished day. Call him thirsty, but he just needed to keep Luo Binghe physically close for selfish reasons. He can’t have another lucky-goer taking a chance on his husband.  

Shen Qingqiu, therefore, shook his head and resolutely went to fetch Xiu Ya as well. “This master will accompany you. There’s nothing to do today anyway in this weather.”

Much to his surprise Luo Binghe didn’t look happy at this proposal. With slightly furrowed brows he stepped closer to Shen Qingqiu, a hand coming on top of his shoulder. “A-Yuan, please stay here. I have a feeling it’s nothing but some unruly lowlife pests trying to cause trouble. Nothing worthy of your time.”

Shen Qingqiu furrowed his brows, unsatisfied. He was about to give the demon lord a lengthy earful about how he doesn’t need to be coddled like some sort of housewife when he remembered their conversation from yesterday.

So, he tugged at Luo Binghe’s sleeve and on a slightly whimsical tone he spoke, “But with Binghe leaving, I would be bored here alone.”

Something flashed in Luo Binghe’s eyes at that, demeanor immediately changing. And just as Shen Qingqiu anticipated, it worked like a charm. With a resigned sigh, the demon lord nodded. “Very well. Let us set off, Shizun.”

Traveling time and costs were cut down to an unbelievable level when one has a demon husband who wields the most powerful weapon of all time. Shen Qingqiu was sort of excited when he stepped out of the tunnel between space and time, his husband hot on his heels. And when both of them exited the tunnel, the rupture in reality has sealed closed behind them without a sound.

They were at the edge of a small village, or well, what remained of it. Remnants of houses were still glowing and the air smelled like smoke. It was suddenly a lot hotter compared to the leisured rainy temperature they were at a minute ago.

Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. The sight of destruction wasn’t foreign to him, but it always left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. Especially when such violence was used against civilians. He moved to inspect the ruined buildings in search of signs as to where were the residents.

He barely got to take a few steps when he suddenly heard Luo Binghe cry out, “Shizun watch out!”

Shen Qingqiu moved to jump away but it was too late, as the array initiated what it was made for - binding. Vines like spears broke through the ground and coiled around Shen Qingqiu’s body, rendering him immobile. To say Shen Qingqiu wasn’t caught off guard would be a lie, and when his situation dawned in on him, he just felt amusement bubble up in his heart.

These vines may be able to bind him for a short while but to think the rebels planted this array to capture Luo Binghe? Oh please! As if something so pathetic could even work against his husband.

Luo Binghe was about to rip the bindings off his husband when, as if summoned, a bunch of demonic warriors jumped out from various hiding spots, charging at them with resounding war cries.

“Luo Binghe! You filthy half-breed! Prepare yourself for today your reign will end!”

Shen Qingqiu reflexively attempted to back away to regroup and assess the situation, only to have the vines tighten around his body tearing a gasp from his lips.

Goddamn, that hurt! Even if it couldn’t cause any permanent damage the vines still dug into his skin with an uncomfortable strength.

Luo Binghe was level headed, calmly putting himself between his husband and the rebels. At least he was until he heard Shen Qingqiu’s pained sound with his ridiculously good hearing and then promptly went feral.

It didn’t even take five minutes for the clearing to be bathed in blood and screams. Shen Qingqiu stood there helplessly, unable to free himself and straining to stay absolutely still since the more he seemed to move the tighter the vines got.

In the back of his mind, he felt a creeping sense of guilt and abasement. He was a peak lord for heaven’s sake! Getting knocked out of commission so easily was a rather big blow to his image.

Good thing it seemed anyone who was there to witness it was being slaughtered right in front of him… and Shen Qingqiu knew Luo Binghe would take this shame to his grave. If the demon lord ever took the energy to remember such a banal flaw even, as Luo Binghe only ever saw the good in Shen Qingqiu and never the bad.

But still, it upset Shen Qingqiu to be so useless.

He was in the midst of contemplating when he felt the vines’ hold loosen and slip away from his limbs. Shen Qingqiu sighed in relief, turning towards his husband to offer his gratitude but all words died on his tongue.

Because Luo Binghe looked like a savage demon bathed in blood at the moment. Chest showing through his wildly skewed robes, fingers still clutching his sword’s hilt and eyes a deep, angry red profoundly fixated on Shen Qingqiu.

The peak lord felt a shiver run down his spine - a shiver that had nothing to do with fear.

There was something extremely attractive in how Luo Binghe just stood there, chest heaving with a deep rhythm and looking like a predator ready to pounce. Even with the scattered bodies on the ground and the gore on his robes, Shen Qingqiu felt his chest tighten with a feeling he couldn’t quite name.

Luo Binghe did this for him.

“Binghe, are you unharmed?” When Shen Qingqiu finally found his voice his first question was about his husband’s well-being. It was always hard to distinguish blood from one’s own wounds and the splattered blood of the fallen.

Shen Qingqiu hastily reached out a hand to feel for injuries, his head pounding with accusatory thoughts. Because Luo Binghe went slightly crazy for him. Because Shen Qingqiu was stupid enough to step into a trap.

The demon lord mutely nodded, his deep glistening eyes dropping onto Shen Qingqiu’s exposed wrist where the red bruises were visible. One of the many marks left by the vines. Not noticing this, Shen Qingqiu paled a bit when he saw the demon insignia pulsating on his husband’s forehead.

“Do you sense more rebels around?” Shen Qingqiu quickly looked around, but he himself couldn’t pick up any signs of life other than their own. Though if a demon was powerful enough they could mask their presence even from him. But Luo Binghe was another case entirely - there was no demon out there who would be able to sneak up on him.

So when Luo Binghe shook his head a negative, Shen Qingqiu finally relaxed. Without a second thought, he grabbed Luo Binghe’s hand that wasn’t holding Xin Mo and led him away from the battle scene and into a quiet corner of the forest. Shen Qingqiu sent a thankful note up to the heavens when they stumbled upon a small creek.

He led Luo Binghe to the bank of the water and diligently began to clean the blood and dirt off of his husband. His handkerchief was going to end up unsalvageable but Shen Qingqiu didn’t quite care. The longer he wiped and gently worked the drying blood off Luo Binghe’s skin the more relaxed both of them became.

“This master owes Binghe many apologies as well as thanks,” Shen Qingqiu admitted on a whisper. “I’m quite ashamed. I came to help Binghe, yet I ended up only being in the way.”

“Shizun has nothing to be ashamed of,” Luo Binghe answered. His voice betrayed his inner turmoil.

Suddenly their roles were reversed. Luo Binghe caught his wrists and pushed the sleeves out of the way to check on the reddened marks left across the skin. Seeing how devastated Luo Binghe looked, Shen Qingqiu was fast to soothe, “It’s alright. No damage was done.”

“No damage?” The demon lord repeated on an icy tone. But as profoundly furious he sounded, the fingers cradling Shen Qingqiu’s hands were so careful as if Shen Qingqiu was made of porcelain. It both made the peak lord feeling exasperated as well as weirdly flattered.

“It’s truly nothing, Binghe. This master just has to circulate his spiritual energy a few times to get these to disappear.” Shen Qingqiu then attempted to withdraw his hands and hide the chafe marks away as it was evident they aggravated his husband.

“They dared to lay a hand on my Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmured, the demon mark on his forehead blinking to life again much to Shen Qingqiu’s chagrin. He didn’t let Shen Qingqiu pull away. “Such impudence! Who doesn’t know this lord holds his Shizun above anything else? Who doesn’t know this lord would unleash hell upon anyone were they to look wrongly at his husband?! Yet now, I’m made to think there are still some who do not know to stay away from my husband.”

The longer he talked the darker his voice got, having goosebumps broke out on Shen Qingqiu’s skin. He needed to get his cute, puppy-like husband back as soon as possible!

“But they all paid for the transgression with their lives. Vengeance has been delivered at Binghe’s hands,” Shen Qingqiu was quick to speak fearing Luo Binghe would just make himself unnecessarily angry for longer. He leaned in and pressed a quick peck to the corner of his husband’s mouth.

“Binghe should focus on himself instead, hm? This husband is truly fine. Anyhow… I have worn worse marks at the expense of our nighttime activities, haven’t I?” Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks were covered with a fine sheen of pink, but at the coy tone, Luo Binghe truly did seem to be snap out of his anger.

“That’s different,” Luo Binghe whispered.

Shen Qingqiu’s eyebrows arched, but there was a teasing smile on his lips. “Oh?”

“Those marks are proof of our bond.. our love. It’s a reminder that Shizun chose me and only allows me to touch him. So whenever I see Shiz- husband wearing my marks it fills my heart with warmth,” Luo Binghe professed, with newfound shyness. And then he frowned. “But these bruises were made by others with the intent to hurt, to touch someone they have no right to touch.”

Shen Qingqiu didn’t know how to reply to that. Luo Binghe always had a way with his words, never sounding shallow or depthless. This as well, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t refute because Luo Binghe was right but with it, he kind of swept away Shen Qingqiu’s attempts at consolation too. But further words on the matter would just upset them both.

So, Shen Qingqiu didn’t even attempt to console with words. He had long understood his husband’s love language, had long learned that Luo Binghe responded best to physical closeness.

Luo Binghe’s eyes widened slightly when Shen Qingqiu out of blue swung a long leg over him and sat down on his lap. The demon lord flailed around a bit before settling his hands on Shen Qingqiu’s waist. “S-Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu took his husband’s face into his hands, tilting it up until they could look into each other’s eyes without barriers. The words took some effort to come out but Shen Qingqiu was determined. “Tell me Binghe, what can this husband do?”


He longed for his fan to hide behind, but Luo Binghe was more important than to be kept at an arm’s distance away. “What can I do to make you believe I’m okay? To thank you for your help and protection today.”

Luo Binghe’s eyes widened comically at that, and Shen Qingqiu was delighted to see him starting to blush. “Shizun doesn’t need to thank this humble disciple! I trust Shizun more than anyone. If Shizun says he is okay then of course, I will believe him.”

Shen Qingqiu tilted his head to the side as he studied his husband’s features. He already knew Luo Binghe’s answer will be something like this, hence he was keen to catch a sign however small. He wanted to give Luo Binghe things too, he wanted to make him happy and reciprocate the endless love Luo Binghe always poured onto him. And if he had to be sneaky about it then he was going to become the slyest fox out there.

So when Luo Binghe’s eyes flickered to Shen Qingqiu’s chest twice, it was the peak lord’s turn to get his cheeks colored. Shen Qingqiu’s brain short-circuited as he thought back to the scene under the willow tree.

Did Luo Binghe want that again?

Not that Shen Qingqiu really knew what was that all about, really. He was too shy to ask, but Luo Binghe was enjoying himself so much yesterday and Shen Qingqiu wasn’t against it either. If anything, just from feeling the weight of Luo Binghe’s stares Shen Qingqiu could feel his nipples hardening already.

That’s how Shen Qingqiu released Luo Binghe’s face and with a shuddering breath, he caught his husband’s eyes and firmly kept eye contact while he pulled his robes apart and down his shoulders. He only stopped when they pooled at the crook of his elbows. Luo Binghe looked like he had been hit in the face with a fish, the utter bewilderment and the seeping amazement was practically palpable in the air around him.

Shizun… ” The demon lord sounded overwhelmed. Like he couldn’t quite believe that what he was seeing was real.

At the feeling of hands tightening around his hips, a visible shiver traveled through Shen Qingqiu’s body, but he resolutely pulled on his clothes until his chest was offered up naked to his husband.

“It’s husband,” Shen Qingqiu reminded. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Luo Binghe’s hands slid up his sides, then came forth and covered Shen Qingqiu’s chest with his big palms. The entire time Luo Binghe seemed enthralled, movements careful as if he was scared this was a dream and it will shatter otherwise.  

Upon a quick glance at Shen Qingqiu’s face and seeing those elegant lines contorted into a shy but aroused mask, Luo Binghe felt himself reacting. He made that little distance between them and leaned his cheek against Shen Qingqiu’s naked skin.

“Husband,” Luo Binghe whispered.

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, attempting to somewhat keep his composure. His face darkened with a blush when he realized Luo Binghe would be able to hear his increased heartbeat. “Yes?”

“Husband,” Luo Binghe called again. He kept nuzzling his face into the skin, prepping soft kisses all over where he could reach.

Shen Qingqiu brought his hands up to rest them on his husband’s shoulders. Whether or not his fingers squeezed Luo Binghe’s robes harder than needed to was his business and his alone. But could you blame him?

Luo Binghe had incredible self-restraint whenever he wanted the moment to last. Which was a blessing in general but right now, being made to endure the barely-there touches that never came close to where he wanted them, made Shen Qingqiu feel shamefully needy.  

“Yes?” Shen Qingqiu hummed and gently shifted his hips, hoping to get Luo Binghe to do something. As much as he loved teasing, right now Shen Qingqiu wanted nothing more than to give and protect and provide.

There was that feeling again. Of not knowing what to do but needing to do something.

“Husband, husband, husband,” Luo Binghe continued to murmur against Shen Qingqiu’s skin. There was no aim for his calling, no communicative value, instead he was just saying it for the sake of it - because he could. Because there was no one else who had the privilege to call Shen Qingqiu ‘husband’ but him.

A whole body shiver raked through Shen Qingqiu when Luo Binghe’s mouth hovered over one of his erect nipples. Embarrassment squeezed his insides at how breathy his voice was. “Yes, Binghe. Husband. It’s yours- I’m yours.”

He was still speaking when Luo Binghe had mercy on him and put his mouth on a nipple. A delicious pleasure spread across his chest, making him feel a tingling warmth from the inside out. Shen Qingqiu hummed in satisfaction, moaning softly when he felt a drag of a tongue against his sensitive bud.

Luo Binghe lost his patience then, almost in a way as if he went mad from the taste, and began to practically devour Shen Qingqiu’s chest. It was a new thing; a sharp change from the laid-back pace they set during previous endeavors.

The peak lord was scrambling to hold on, his efforts to keep his breathing calm and voice quiet went flying away with the wind. It was difficult to describe what he was feeling - everything was just poured onto him in a flurry of movements. He did register all that nibbling, licking and sucking though, which had him trembling on top of Luo Binghe’s lap.

If his husband ever reminded him of an overgrown dog, now it was especially fitting. There were a certain excitement and hunger in the demon lord’s movements, which in turn transformed his usual precise and gentle ministrations into a saliva-drenched mess.

Shen Qingqiu would never admit it out loud but seeing Luo Binghe scatter light red marks all over his chest, sucking on skin and nipples alike had something deeply-buried awakening inside him. It was as if there was a lecherous incubus locked inside his heart and with each lick and nuzzle and nibble it was getting closer to be unleashed.

When Shen Qingqiu felt teeth grazing his sensitive nub, followed by gentle biting his eyes rolled back into his skull. He was powerless to stop the loud moan, squirming away or into the mouth assaulting his chest, he didn’t quite know. It was simply the case that he physically couldn’t stay still.

“Binghe, Binghe …” He kept chanting the name like a prayer.

His unconscious shifting prompted a firmer hold on his body. Luo Binghe seemed to be gone too, with how tightly he was pinning Shen Qingqiu to himself. In the back of Shen Qingqiu’s mind, he vaguely started to have some concerns about possible bruises across his torso and back.

“I’m going crazy. Shizun sounds so beautiful,” Luo Binghe detached himself long enough to comment, his own voice breathless. “Do you like this Shizun? Does it feel good for you?”

Shen Qingqiu feeling slightly crazed by the sudden deprivation of that thrill, raked his nails along Luo Binghe’s clothed shoulders trying and failing to get his husband to continue.

“Yes. I really- Binghe I love it. I love you,Shen Qingqiu hissed. To his mortification, he felt tears burning his eyes. And let’s not talk about all the bite marks, the blush that spread all the way to his neck or the constant shudders as even the smallest breeze spread a cooling sensation on his wet chest.

“A-Yuan is going to be the end of me,” Luo Binghe whispered before straightening up and capturing Shen Qingqiu’s self-bitten lips in a fervent kiss.

The air was heavy with a thick essence of longing and desire, a result of their bursting hearts overflowing with an abundance of feelings. One could almost physically smell the intimate solicitude and the richness of their yearning.

The longer their lips stayed connected, the deeper they both sunk into oblivion. It was filthy yet so satisfying to hear the shared gasps and the wet squelching sounds echoing in Shen Qingqiu’s ears as their tongues met.

Luo Binghe became fiendishly good at kissing - just like in every other area after he got some practice down. And an activity that Shen Qingqiu thought not much about became something that weakened his knees and robbed him of his reason.

And just when the peak lord was about to get light headed from the lack of oxygen, Luo Binghe released his lips and set to leave a wet trail of kisses and soft bites down the arch of Shen Qingqiu’s neck through his collar bones and ending at the well-loved buds on his chest.  

Ahhhn- ” Shen Qingqiu yelped when he felt his nipples being played with again. But next to the oral torture came joined Luo Binghe’s talented hands, big and warm on his sensitive skin, massaging his chest.

Almost in a way as if he was trying to encourage milk to flow and Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened with desire. And it scared him because the thoughts he was entertaining in his head were hard to even properly voice let alone to actually make a reality. But the urge hit him intensely and Shen Qingqiu wanted and wanted and wanted it.

The feeling left a sense of deja vu in Shen Qingqiu. He remembered feeling mortified, shameless and perverted even when he was first faced with the concept of anal sex. He remembered being endlessly conflicted because half of him found the practice disturbing while the other half of him - the gluttonous incubus in him - was trembling with a strange sense of excitement and arousal.

This time as well. Shen Qingqiu was practically vibrating in need - wanting to try and fulfill the utterly shameless craving of his heart. Because since Luo Binghe’s skills advanced there was nothing that they tried and Shen Qingqiu didn’t enjoy.  

But even Luo Binghe couldn’t make this a reality, could he? Shen Qingqiu was a man. It wasn’t impossible because of the lack of willpower or desire but due to his own biology.

Shen Qingqiu felt dejected but didn’t quite have the time to ponder on it longer as Luo Binghe greedily demanded his attention. It was almost funny how the young demon lord had developed this sixth sense where he would immediately know if Shen Qingqiu wasn’t quite on top of things. And when Lou Binghe noticed such he would go ahead and try his utmost to help his Shizun back on track.

In this particular case, it was that damned talented tongue restlessly playing with Shen Qingqiu’s chest. And as there was no way of ignoring the pleasure, Shen Qingqiu found himself moaning soon enough, the distressing thoughts pushed into the back of his mind.

It was hard to tell how long they sat there at the bank of the creek, enveloped in each other like a pair of runaway lovers. All Shen Qingqiu was aware that his nipples felt raw and oversensitive from the amount of gentle abuse.

“Binghe... please, it feels sore,” Shen Qingqiu implored on a breathless voice, his hands softly pushing at Luo Binghe’s shoulder.

Planting the last kiss right on top of Shen Qingqiu’s heart, the demon lord withdrew gracefully. “Apologies Shizun. This disciple is having a hard time controlling himself. Shizun may punish him.”  

Luo Binghe’s lips were rubbed bright red, chin glistening with saliva - a mirror image to Shen Qingqiu’s chest. It was an enchanting sight, and Shen Qingqiu needed to look away to get himself in order. He absolutely cannot go on further, his entire body felt pleasantly spent even though they didn’t quite do anything straining.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Shen Qingqiu chided. Its effect was quite low with how softly the words were spoken.

Luo Binghe’s answering deep laughter traveled straight to Shen Qingqiu’s very heart. “If Shizun has no punishment to give then perhaps he has a few words to evaluate my performance?”

Shen Qingqiu turned bright red and smacked Luo Binghe upside the head with his fan. “Shameless!”

Luo Binghe didn’t look chastised at all if that enamored grin on his lips were any giveaway. “I’m looking at Shizun to help me correct my ways.”

Shen Qingqiu pointedly ignored him as he stood up and rearranged his clothes transforming back into the aloof peak lord. If one were to look at him now, there would be no way of telling what he had been doing just a minute before. His perfect image was only spoilt by his flaming cheeks that Shen Qingqiu was trying to hide behind his fan.

Lou Binghe rose up as well, dusting his robes off with a few uncaring swipes. Then he turned towards Shen Qingqiu, expecting a decision on where to go from there - ever the puppy trailing behind his Shizun.

“Let’s go find where the farmers of the burnt-down village ran to. They have suffered greatly at the hands of the rebels. We must pacify them,” Shen Qingqiu said after a moment of gathering his thoughts. His hand subconsciously reached out and linked with Luo Binghe’s, already beginning to walk. “And after that let’s head back. I’m beginning to get hungry.”

The smile on Luo Binghe’s lips was blinding. “As Shizun wishes.”





The following day, back in their temporary residence, there was again nothing but peace and quiet. The quiet rain was still persisting, but this time around they needn’t go anywhere much to Shen Qingqiu’s delight.

Finally, a day where both of them could take a break from all official matters and relax!

The peak lord spent his time lazily reading poetry, playing a few songs on his guqin and even painting a few familiar sceneries of bamboo and mountain hills. He tried and failed to convince Luo Binghe to sit back and truly relax, as the demon lord made himself busy with small tasks around the house.

Luo Binghe helped to grind the ink for his Shizun then organized and packed away the poetry books, swept the floor and even coerced Shen Qingqiu into allowing him to give him a shoulder massage. After being asked a couple of times why was he still doing a servant’s work Luo Binghe replied, “This humble disciple is most at peace when he can be together with Shizun like this. It is no labor to tend to Shizun, but a privilege.”

Again, Luo Binghe had done it. All that selfless sacrifice and endless giving and giving - never stopping even for a day to show his appreciation and love.

“Plus, as you already know, my demon blood is easiest to keep under control when I do tasks that calms me down,” Luo Binghe quietly added, his handsome face softened by the sincere smile on his lips. “Seeing to Shizun’s needs and having his presence around is something unparalleled to me.”

Overwhelmed with the answer, Shen Qingqiu stopped asking after that. If Luo Binghe was truly happy fussing over him then who was Shen Qingqiu to stop him?

Secretly though, he enjoyed the attention, the endless spoiling but Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t admit that out loud.

“Very well. Then this master won’t press the issue.” Is what he said. His tone carrying an air of finality to it and Luo Binghe just beamed at him before grabbing a wide-tooth comb and started tend to Shen Qingqiu’s long locks absentmindedly. Shen Qingqiu let out a pleased hum, letting his husband do as he pleased - the gentle rain providing peaceful background noise.

All in all, they painted a picture of a very harmonious married couple, both radiating happiness in their own way.

The only ever time Luo Binghe left was to prepare their lunch. Well, they called it a lunch when in reality it was more of an early dinner as they have risen late, hence the schedule had gotten slightly askew.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t put down the utensils until all the food from his plate was gone. Today, Luo Binghe cooked cabbage stew with freshly-smoked beef slices, spring onions and raw eggs on top. Luo Binghe served it with a pot of oolong tea and a trayful of sweets as he has long learned how much Shen Qingqiu loved sweet things.

The urge to lick the bowl clean was strong. Such heavenly tasting food shouldn’t be wasted, even if it was a few leftover drops! But Shen Qingqiu’s pride as a peak lord stopped him from acting on it though.

“The food was amazing as always. Thank you, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu wiped his lips with a soft cotton handkerchief and sent a small smile to the man across him.

“It is my pleasure to cook for Shizun.”

Lou Binghe then set to clear up the table but Shen Qingqiu beat him to it, as he collected the used utensils and pots with the utmost grace.

Only for the demon lord to almost panic at the sight. “Shizun- husband, you don’t need to! You’ll dirty your robes. Let me do it!”

“Nonsense!” Shen Qingqiu scolded with a coy smile. “You have worked hard to make these dishes. Let me do this much at least.”

Luo Binghe wouldn’t have it and Shen Qingqiu wasn’t letting up so they compromised - they washed the dishes together. It must have been a comical sight for anyone passing by; a renowned immortal peak lord and a fearfully powerful demon lord hunching over a big bowl of water and scrubbing dirty pots clean.

At one point Shen Qingqiu accidentally let a plate slip from his hands back into the soapy water and it splashed all over Luo Binghe. Most of it wetted the man’s clothes but some foam clung to Luo Binghe’s hair and chin in a hilarious sort of arrangement.

There was a brief moment of surprised silence before Shen Qingqiu started out in laughter. Not the controlled type he usually gave but a burst of unbridled laughter full of life and joy. And Luo Binghe just stood there, staring with utter fascination.

But the longer Shen Qingqiu laughed, the more that expression on Luo Binghe’s face shifted from fascination into one touched by pure delight.

“Shizun!” he called, laughter straining his voice too. “This disciple was planning on taking a bath but not like this.”

Shen Qingqiu’s shoulders shook as more elated sounds seemed to just flow out of him. He had to put down the washcloth in fear of splattering water all over, and Luo Binghe had hearts in his eyes as he laughed along with his husband.

Luo Binghe knew he must look ridiculous with drenched clothes and foam on his face yet he made no move to wipe it off. Shen Qingqiu’s precious laughter was far more important to him than some misplaced concept of dignity. And oh, how beautifully Shen Qingqiu laughed, for once bearing his all to the world without masks and pretenses.

“I’m sorry.” Shen Qingqiu was apologizing yet that gorgeous smile stayed, stretched wide with pearly teeth showing. Tears were clinging to his lashes as he was heaving for air. It was a mesmerizing sight, and Luo Binghe dared not to blink in fear of missing even a second of it.

“No- Shizun,” Luo Binghe scrambled to hold that spindly delicate hand in his. “If all it takes for Shizun to laugh like is to get me drenched in foam then I shall dive head first into foam every single day.”

Shen Qingqiu spluttered, his free hand waving in the air as if trying to swat away the invisible arrows of pure love shot from Luo Binghe’s chocolate-brown eyes. The honesty and the admiration shone brightly from those orbs and Shen Qingqiu understood then that Luo Binghe meant every word he said.

Not knowing how to refute, in the end, he just looked down at their hands and smiled to himself. “Ah, Binghe...”

When he looked back up he was surprised to see tears twinkling in Luo Binghe’s eyes. Shen Qingqiu felt panicked for a second but then his husband spoke. “Seeing Shizun smile and laugh… being carefree around me… it really fills me with indescribable happiness.”

Trusting and being trusted in turn; being happy for being seen and treated as a human, as someone of integrity. With his current knowledge, Shen Qingqiu understood now that even back then when he struggled running for his life thinking Luo Binghe wanted to kill him, all Luo Binghe actually wanted was to be treated the same way he once had been before his demonic side was revealed.

And to think Shen Qingqiu instead ran from him...

But that was all in the past. They somehow worked it out, looked past their differences only to realize; secretly they both have been protecting each other by putting the other first. Even when their words didn't match their actions.

Shen Qingqiu sighed exasperated, feeling endearment at their past selves’ stupid, very elaborate - and at parts - a terrifying journey of learning how to love each other. He pulled his hand free then only to grab a dry cloth and begun to wipe the foam off his husband. Luo Binghe obediently stayed still, but the smile stayed on his lips like a stubborn patch of paint - unwilling to be washed away.

“Husband mentioned a bath. How about Binghe goes ahead and warms up our bathwater, hm?” Shen Qingqiu lowered his voice to preserve the quiet, relaxed aura that befell upon them. “I will finish the dishes and come join you.”

“‘Our’?” Luo Binghe blinked his eyes open in an instant. They were twinkling albeit for an entirely different reason now.

Shen Qingqiu almost started laughing again. “Yes, Binghe. I would like to join you tonight.”

He had never seen Luo Binghe run out of a room so fast. “I will do so right away Shizun! Please wait a little while!” he called and then Shen Qingqiu couldn’t even see the dust of his figure anymore.

Chuckling to himself, the peak lord resumed washing the dishes. It didn’t take him long to finish them, as only a few had remained anyways. Then he rolled his sleeves back down and at a leisure pace walked out of the kitchen and into the back of the house where a bathtub big enough for two people was built in.

By the time he got there, Luo Binghe had already filled the tub with steaming water. Candles were lit all around as the day slowly turned into evening, outside the quiet rain still ongoing. Luo Binghe even had the time to find some flower petals to scatter into the bath much to Shen Qingqiu’s pleasant surprise.

“Shizun came just on time. Everything is ready.” Luo Binghe approached him and drew him into a light hug. The demon lord smelled like dish soap, which made Shen Qingqiu having to fight a smile but regardless nestled himself further into the warm embrace.

“Then let’s wash up, shall we?” he suggested despite the fact he wasn’t ready to step out of the hug.

“Yes,” Luo Binghe agreed but didn’t loosen his hold on Shen Qingqiu either.

There was a beat of silence as they both just stood there unmoving, unwilling to part. Then Shen Qingqiu huffed a laugh and nimbly escaped the hug. Luo Binghe looked like he was about to draw him back into his arms but Shen Qingqiu stepped back and started loosening his robes.

“Come now, the water will get cold,” he reasoned, even though they both knew Luo Binghe put a warming charm on it. The demon lord didn’t point out the obvious, nor did he look so torn anymore as layers after layers of cloth fell from Shen Qingqiu’s body revealing pale, unblemished skin.

Luo Binghe fell into a trance, as his dark eyes raked through his husband’s form in a greedy but lazy way. Shen Qingqiu was aware of the attention, reveled in it as much as it made him nervous. It was as if every part of him where Luo Binghe’s gaze wandered was set aflame sending his nerves into tingling haywire.

Yet he was determined not to hide. Not today.

He wanted this; wanted to show Luo Binghe that he could give love and affection too despite his shy nature. For once, Shen Qingqiu wanted to be the one to initiate their bedroom activities, to be the one who teases, the one who seduces .

And Luo Binghe deserved to be shown just how much he was loved.

So when only his thin inner garments were left on, Shen Qingqiu removed his crown and hairpin with a limber flick of his wrist and slightly turned sideways to give a good view of his falling hair to Luo Binghe. Unbeknownst to him, it also left this robes askew and his right leg from mid-thigh was bared to his husband’s eyes.

There was a sharp inhale and Shen Qingqiu had to hide a pleased smile, knowing his little show was having the desired effect. Then, pretending he didn’t notice any of Luo Binghe’s signals turned his back to him and let the last robe drop to the floor.

His entire back was tingling from the hungry stares. Or was it just his imagination? Shen Qingqiu’s hand was almost shaking as he took graceful but exaggerated steps towards the wooden tool, letting his hips swing ever so slightly.

He felt ridiculous. His insides twisting into a knot. He didn’t have the hips nor the charm of a woman yet here he was trying to beguile the most beautiful man in the world with questionable techniques.  

Shen Qingqiu had to gather all his courage in order to not cowardly hide behind his usual mask. He kept reminding himself that Luo Binghe loved him, chose him. That Luo Binghe married him and not any of the hundreds of beauties the original version did.

Maintaining his elegant grace, Shen Qingqiu picked up a washcloth he dipped it in water and began to scrub at his left shoulder. That seemed to jerk Luo Binghe out of his staring.

The demon lord began to move too, ridding himself of his clothes. Luo Binghe’s movements reflected nothing of the elegant strip-tease Shen Qingqiu just did. Instead, he was almost tearing the clothes in half in an effort to get naked too as fast as possible.  

Shen Qingqiu heard more than saw as Luo Binghe came up behind him and gently took the washcloth from his hands. “Shizun let me.”

A delicious shudder ran through Shen Qingqiu’s body when Luo Binghe gathered his hair over his shoulder then proceeded to gently scrub down the length of his back. Shen Qingqiu didn’t object, letting his husband service him for he knew there was no stopping Luo Binghe once he set his mind on something.

The circular scrubbing felt like a massage but the context somehow made it more intimate. Shen Qingqiu was glad for the steam in the room for he could blame his rising blush on the warmed-through air. As relaxing as the washing felt, Shen Qingqiu had a hard time keeping his body under control. He could practically feel the heat radiating from his husband who stood oh so close without touching him more than he already did. Which was a rarity in itself. Luo Binghe always aimed to be close to him one way or another. Especially with a mood such as this.

What was stopping him?

A brief thought flashed through Shen Qingqiu’s mind. That Luo Binghe was aware of his attempt at seduction and hence backed off to let Shen Qingqiu finish what he started. Or more like, Lou Binghe held himself back in what seemed like anticipation for what his husband had in mind.

Shen Qingqiu bit his lip, withholding a sound of distress. He had no idea what he was doing! He didn’t think this through at all. Everything was a moment’s inspiration sort of thing from his part. In fact, he didn’t even think he would get this far in the first place.

But now Luo Binghe was waiting. Waiting for him to initiate and Shen Qingqiu felt like his soul was going to leave his body. But that damned incubus in his gut was purring like a pleased cat, screaming at him with vigor.

We got him watching us, needing us! At our mercy to give or deny him what he wants… we can make him growl in desire… dangle what he can’t touch in front of his nose!

Shen Qingqiu positively felt like he was burning up and to his utter mortification, he felt his lower region responding to the virtual images his mind supplied.

When Luo Binghe was done washing his back, Shen Qingqiu spun around and found himself face-to-face with Luo Binghe’s chest. He kept his eyes strictly remaining at his height-level to avoid looking into his husband’s eyes and then get absolutely side-tracked. Not that the naked defined chest and shapely shoulders were any better at helping him stay composed.

He wordlessly grabbed another washcloth and began to gently scrubbing down Luo Binghe’s body too. The demon lord made a quiet, surprised sound so unlike the cruel, powerful man, everyone painted him out to be. “Husband?”

Shen Qingqiu finally willed himself to look into Luo Binghe’s eyes, those pools of bottomless adoration and goodwill. Shen Qingqiu felt like he was falling for Luo Binghe all over again. “Binghe scrubbed my back. It’s my turn to help husband wash.”

To Luo Binghe’s credit, he didn’t start flailing around and saying his Shizun ‘didn’t need to strain himself’ but obediently stayed still, allowing Shen Qingqiu to work down his body in a meticulous fashion. Only after his arms were deemed done, did Luo Binghe move again, reciprocating the gesture and washing Shen Qingqiu’s skin wherever he could reach too.

The pure sweetness and innocence of the action helped Shen Qingqiu to calm his harshly beating heart. And suddenly Shen Qingqiu couldn’t wrap his head around why was he so nervous before? This was just Luo Binghe. His husband.

They scrubbed down each other’s bodies in silence, then after rinsing off the soap Shen Qingqiu boldly grasped Luo Binghe’s hand and pulled him towards the bathtub. Though Luo Binghe didn’t need to be pulled, he came willingly, extending a hand to help his husband into the tub first.

Shen Qingqiu groaned in satisfaction as his body sunk into the warm but not too hot water. His eyes were closed to savor the feeling and vaguely concentrated on gentle splashes of water as Luo Binghe also climbed into the tub. When their legs bumped into one another, Shen Qingqiu’s eyes snapped open.

Luo Binghe had his closed, leaning against the opposite edge of the tub with his arms resting on the sides like they were armrests. Seeing the water droplets slowly collecting and traveling down the healthy darkened skin had Shen Qingqiu unable to tear his gaze away.

Due to the humidity, Luo Binghe’s hair puffed up making it appear even more voluminous and wavy than before. Shen Qingqiu watched how that wide chest rose and dropped around exhales, how the muscles of Luo Binghe’s biceps twitched once in a while but what really made the peak lord tremble was when his husband tilted his head back, showing off the line of his throat and neck - his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.

Luo Binghe was drop-dead gorgeous.

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t quite stay still in his seat, his limbs twitched and moved about as if he couldn’t find a comfortable position. At one point he basically curled his leg around Luo Binghe’s calf which earned him a deep hum.

“Does Shizun not find this pleasant?” The ever-attentive man asked, his eyes opening a crack to peek at Shen Qingqiu. “Is the temperature too hot?”

Shen Qingqiu felt himself flush an even deeper shade of red. “ Ah - no, it's perfect. Don’t mind me, Binghe.”

Luo Binghe then opened his eyes fully, regarding his husband with a serious attitude but a laid-back countenance. Shen Qingqiu shivered when he noticed a faint red flickering in those eyes. “Shizun knows this one can’t do that. Shizun’s pleasure is mine. Similarly, Shizun’s displeasure is also mine.”

“Binghe -”

“So if Shizun doesn’t find something to his liking he must tell me, ” Luo Binghe continued, speaking over Shen Qingqiu in a rare worked-up emotional moment. He sat up straight, his readiness to jump and fix whatever Shen Qingqiu pointed at was almost intimidating as he easily towered over the peak lord.

Shen Qingqiu felt guilty. Truly, this bath was perfect! There was nothing wrong with it, whatsoever! The problem was Shen Qingqiu’s own dirty mind. Luo Binghe was just sitting there, not doing anything yet Shen Qingqiu couldn’t control his thirsty body and lecherous thoughts.

But how could he admit such a thing with a straight face?

So, Shen Qingqiu did the next best thing that came to his mind - he leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss onto the corner of Luo Binghe’s mouth. It was precious and cautious, with softness embedded into it from beginning to end. Luo Binghe froze in place from surprise and Shen Qingqiu slowly moved back enough to capture his husband’s eyes with his.

“Truly husband…” he whispered, his voice stumbling as he was subjected to a blazing hot stare, “this bath is perfect. Well… almost perfect. It lacks but one thing.”

“What is it?” Luo Binghe demanded, and it was so shudderingly hot.

Shen Qingqiu gulped, his teeth coming to tease his lower lip before answering. “It doesn’t give me an excuse to sit on your lap.”

The silence stretched over them, deadly quiet for mere short seconds and suddenly Luo Binghe was growling and Shen Qingqiu felt big hands around his waist as he was lifted up, turned around and made sit on his husband’s lap. He registered everything with a sharp gasp, the skin-to-skin contact leaving his brain in a short-circuit.

The toned abdomen behind his back felt hard yet soft, the big hands caging his hips were like a furnace - hotter than the water they soaked in - and the delicious thighs under his bum thick enough to force his own to spread to accommodate. But what really made Shen Qingqiu want to dig a hole and hide in it was the outline of Luo Binghe’s soft dick on the underside of his thigh - even like this, it felt big.

Shen Qingqiu berated himself for the needy shudder that made his skin tingle and breathing hitch.

“A-Yuan doesn’t need an excuse to get close to this husband. He can do so anytime,” Luo Binghe whispered into his ear, the desperate longing in his words reverberated with Shen Qingqiu’s own heart. It took the peak lord no time to raise a hand and pat Luo Binghe on the head, all the while he nestled deeper into the embrace.

Truly, Luo Binghe’s dick may be frighteningly big but his heart was bigger.

“This husband knows… it’s just that I find it difficult to be the one who takes the first step,” Shen Qingqiu’s reply became all but a murmur at the end. As hesitant Shen Qingqiu was with his words, his hands kept petting and pulling Luo Binghe closer around himself. He found it was easier to keep going when he couldn’t see Luo Binghe’s deep, mesmerizing eyes.

The demon lord happily complied, basically folding himself over Shen Qingqiu’s body as if he was a blanket. There was a contented sound coming from Shen Qingqiu, now properly enveloped in his husband’s arms, their scents mixing and bodies fitting together.

Shen Qingqiu took one of Luo Binghe’s hands, fumbling with his fingers and mapping the veins across the skin. The demon lord let him, obediently spreading his palm when Shen Qingqiu guided it, and let it be twisted and turned at his husband’s mercy. If anything, there were gentle sparks in Luo Binghe’s eyes as he was watching his husband play with his hand, being absolutely content and relaxed in his hold.

Still, the kiss that was pressed onto Luo Binghe’s knuckles was a surprise. For both of them.

Shen Qingqiu acted on instinct, for once turned off his brain and before he knew it, his lips were touching the warmed skin of Luo Binghe’s hand. The only reaction to it was a shuddering breath right next to his ear and a broken “ Shizun ” mumbled and Shen Qingqiu knew he did something right.

So he kept pressing kisses over Luo Binghe’s knuckles, then fingertips and lastly his palm. And when he finished with the hand he was holding he guided it back around his waist and took the other one, repeating the treatment.

Shen Qingqiu whispered, needing to call for his husband. “Binghe.”


But Shen Qingqiu didn’t elaborate in words, his lips going back to leaving scattered kisses across his husband’s hand. Luo Binghe didn’t seem to be keen on talking either, as he was being practically taken apart and put back together by the amount of tender love his Shizun was demonstrating now.

There were not many things that could get Luo Binghe like this. In fact, there was only one soul across the realms who captured Luo Binghe’s heart almost effortlessly, holding his very life in his palms. No one else was allowed close, no one else deserved to be let in - only his Shizun, Shen Qingqiu of Qing Jing Peak.

Only his A-Yuan.

Each tremble, each gasp, each broken whisper of “Shizun” filled Shen Qingqiu’s heart with a carnal satisfaction. Had he known, Luo Binghe was this easy to please - already so affected from some gentle pecks - Shen Qingqiu would’ve done this a lot sooner.  

And when Shen Qingqiu felt that heavenly pillar twitch and slowly coming to life underneath his bum, he was preening like a peacock. His own has long become hard, pulsating in the hot water and left to its fate. Because this night wasn’t about him, but about Luo Binghe.

“Shizun… Shizun do you remember?” Luo Binghe drawled right next to Shen Qingqiu’s ear, his lips touching the reddened earlobe.

Shen Qingqiu who was kissing the tip of Luo Binghe’s index finger paused before asking softly, “Remember what?”

He was hugged against a broad chest, and if there was still space prior between them it surely was no longer. The hold was so tight, it was bordering on painful yet Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have moved for all the treasures in the world.

Luo Binghe’s lips were against his neck now, hot and humid and fairly certain that was a kiss just now. “On our wedding night, husband was seated on my lap just like this as well.”

Shen Qingqiu trembled slightly, pieces of memories flooding his mind. Oh , he remembered, alright. That was the first time they had a bath together. Shen Qingqiu remembered being tipsy, not just from the alcohol but also the way Luo Binghe made him feel, the way every touch on his skin sent him to the upper heavens.

He remembered it was right after they had the first round of sex. And Shen Qingqiu was pleasantly blissed, and his guard was down. It came almost naturally how Luo Binghe’s interested dick found its way back into Shen Qingqiu’s loosened hole, stealing gasps from his lips and re-stirring, re-igniting the flame of pleasure in their bellies to new levels.

And the bath which meant to clean them both became the location for their next round that night, out of many that followed.

The Shen Qingqiu now, felt his entire face go red. A sound was forcing its way out of his throat, a needy sob, and in a desperate attempt to block it, Shen Qingqiu parted his lips and took Luo Binghe’s finger into his mouth.

A strange yet endearing deep rumble was coming from Luo Binghe’s throat at that. The demon lord let his husband suck on his finger a beat longer before pulling it free. Shen Qingqiu was about to object, scrambling to hold onto the hand when Luo Binghe placed two at his wet lips.

The action was lewd, so terribly indecent but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t even hope to resist as he obediently took now two fingers back into his mouth. He had no idea what he was doing but with Luo Binghe by his side he had no fear - he just wanted to give, and show and love too.

Luo Binghe’s thumb caressed his cheek and wiped the drool, a contrast to how his index and middle finger pressed down on his husband’s tongue and mapped at his dull teeth. It felt strange yet oddly arousing, having the demon lord play around inside his mouth with child-like curiosity.

“Does Shizun want that?” Shen Qingqiu heard Luo Binghe croon into his ear, biting gently.

Luo Binghe shifted his hips, just slightly, but it was enough to nudge his hardening shaft between Shen Qingqiu’s plump buttocks.

Shen Qingqiu moaned around the fingers, before pulling off them and leaning back against his husband. “ Binghe…”

Messy kisses were trailed down his neck in a slow fashion, the hand wound across his waist was beginning to move about too, massaging at his sides trailing his ribs then dipping down ‘til his belly button - but never coming close to any of his spots that makes him see stars.

The hotness of the water left an almost unpleasant bite at Shen Qingqiu’s erect cock, still neglected and forgotten. There was too much heat and nowhere to cool down. But the drag… oh the drag of Luo Binghe’s dick against his ass was like a promise, insistent and growing bigger and Shen Qingqiu found, he didn’t want to cool down.

“Do you want it, Shizun?” Luo Binghe asked again. There was no mocking in his tone, no taunting or even teasing. Just a question filled with pure curiosity and maybe a hint of hope.

“It’s husband,” Shen Qingqiu reminded him, squeezing his eyes shut at how breathless he sounded.

“Shizun… husband… A-Yuan, they are all the same man,” Luo Binghe ventured. “The man I love. The man I would fight the world for.”

Shen Qingqiu made a choked off sound. “There’s no need for fighting. Your husband is right here.”

“Indeed,” Luo Binghe agreed, burrowing his face into the arch of Shen Qingqiu’s neck. “Husband is here, alive and in my arms.”

And Shen Qingqiu was left squirming. Partly because he was very turned on, but also because he knew that was a sensitive topic for Luo Binghe - being reminded of their years of separation. And it left a sour taste in Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. This night they shouldn’t be reminiscing about the bad things! If anything, they should’ve been long fucking each other’s brains out, their only worry perhaps accidentally breaking the tub.

However asking was always so embarrassing, even with how badly Shen Qingqiu wanted to get Luo Binghe inside of him.

Usually, Luo Binghe who could read his little signs of encouragement, would go ahead and lead them both into the throes of pleasure. But now, the demon lord was holding back, even his teasing touches were reserved and careful. It was leaving Shen Qingqiu mad with desire.

Luo Binghe was really set on having him make the leap, wasn’t he? But really, who was Shen Qingqiu to deny this man with his puppy eyes and god-sent dick?

“This husband wants,” Shen Qingqiu admitted it then, voice thin and a bit strained but it unwillingly added to his seductive charm. He turned his head and cupped Luo Binghe’s cheek in a hand. “Binghe, I want you. Just like on our wedding night- can we?”

Anything, Shizun,” Luo Binghe firmly promised, his voice vibrating around a growl. “This husband shall give you anything you desire.”

And finally, there were fingers circling around Shen Qingqiu’s weeping cock and he yelped loudly at the sudden sensation. “Ahh!”

Though shortly after he was pushing Luo Binghe’s hands away asking, “Wait Binghe… I can’t- I’ll come too quickly.”

Luo Binghe’s chest vibrated with a teasing but a delighted voice. “Come Shizun, if you feel good. This husband of yours will make you come more than once anyway.”

Such pompous confidence would have had Shen Qingqiu smack him on the head anytime, but currently, while his body was trembling with need, those words sounded a lot less boastful and a lot more like a wonderful promise. Still, he steeled himself and furrowed his way out of the embrace to stand up.

Luo Binghe let him, although he did blink up at his husband in question. “Shizun?”

“Hush, Binghe. Patience.”

Shen Qingqiu didn’t have it in him anymore to feel ashamed of his nudity as he leaned over the bathtub to fetch a vial of oil. He was aware he was giving an excellent view of his ass to Luo Binghe in the process. That indecent part of Shen Qingqiu was purring in delight, anticipation rocking through his whole body as he gave in and purposefully arched his back a bit - his ass being pushed just a tiny bit closer to his husband. And Shen Qingqiu found he didn’t mind Luo Binghe’s deep, rumbling groan one bit.

The sight was truly marvelous but also cruel: water droplets run down the reddened skin, inviting and delicious but the candles didn’t give enough light to show the ultimate prize still hidden between the two cheeks.

Shen Qingqiu popped the cork of the vial open, hurrying to coat his fingers in oil. He didn’t turn around, he didn’t try to hide or shy away as he reached behind and started mapping around his hole. He had every intention to give Luo Binghe a good show, and while he was vibrating with excited anticipation his shy nature was trembling with a whole new set of emotions.

Shen Qingqiu felt himself twitch down there, his body hungry and desperate enough that his hole opened up under the barest of pressure from his fingertip.

“A hn- ” Shen Qingqiu heard himself moan as the first finger slid all the way in. It was an easy fit, his hole was comfortably loose to a degree that he barely noticed the presence of a single finger. Yet his hole kept tightening and relaxing as if it was unable to believe it finally got something penetrating it, however insignificant.

He moved his finger around a bit, letting the oil coat his insides before pressing another one right at the entrance and pushing in impatiently. There was the barest amount of a stretch now, his hole finally relaxing from its twitching as the presence of the intrusion was more prominent.

Shen Qingqiu felt a delicious burn of shame on his face. For so long he had upheld the image of the aloof immortal, maintaining the mask of an untouchable teacher yet here he was willingly fingering himself open in front of Luo Binghe, for Luo Binghe, with every intention to sit on the demon lord’s dick as soon as possible.

His thighs were trembling with need, his dick weeping with pre-cum as he gently but firmly started fucking himself with two fingers.   

Luo Binghe was strangely quiet and still during all this. After that initial groan, there was not a single sign he was even there in the room. However, Shen Qingqiu dared not turn around because he feared if he does he will lose whatever shameless spirit has possessed him and in turn will fail in his mission.

When Shen Qingqiu felt he was ready for the third finger he pulled his hand away to pour more oil on his hand - only to be stopped. Luo Binghe reached around him and took the vial from his hands and Shen Qingqiu staggered in his stand a bit, leaning more heavily onto the side of the bathtub.

He heard the water splashing behind his back and Shen Qingqiu suddenly had an apprehensive thought. Luo Binghe wasn’t going to just shove it in, was he? Shen Qingqiu wasn’t properly stretched yet! He usually took four fingers before Luo Binghe could even get his dick anywhere near Shen Qingqiu’s ass.

“Binghe, wait I still have to -” all words stuck in his throat when he felt two warm hands hold his ass cheeks apart and a hot, wet tongue pressing against his twitching hole. The sound that left his mouth was shamefully loud, a throaty mewl that spoke of his innermost desires.

And that’s all the encouragement Luo Binghe needed, as he began to devour Shen Qingqiu’s ass. Shen Qingqiu could do nothing but grip the bathtub with desperation while canting his ass back into his husband’s face. Because that tongue wasn’t just lapping at his skin, it was probing, and hooking into his loosened muscles - tasting and teasing around the edges and inside. And it was making Shen Qingqiu’s eyes roll back into his skull, and his lips bitten until they swelled as a last effort to keep his embarrassing noises suppressed.

It was when Luo Binghe pushed two oiled fingers into his passage alongside his tongue that Shen Qingqiu scrambled forward with a strained yell. “Binghe!”

Luo Binghe effortlessly pulled his hips back, not letting him escape even an inch. Shen Qingqiu wasn’t hurting, nor was he in any form of discomfort. His shout was a result of an unexpected jolt pleasure that set his nerves on fire.  

His husband was scarily good at finding his prostate in a single shove and Shen Qingqiu was left whining in surprise. And Luo Binghe was good - he kept lapping at the stretched skin while his fingers altered between mapping around on the inside and pumping in and out in an unhurried pace.

Shen Qingqiu’s thighs were trembling more noticeably by now, the way Luo Binghe ate him out and effortlessly opened him up was making him feel things way too intensely. His little moans and sighs were loud in the silence of the room, as were the squelching sounds as his ass was held open and fingers moved inside him.

There were three fingers in him, leaving his body thrumming from the stretch and the teasing touches against his prostate. Luo Binghe ceased his licking then and twisted his fingers around more skillfully and Shen Qingqiu thought he could come just like that.

“Shizun… give me your hand,” Luo Binghe asked, but didn’t quite wait for Shen Qingqiu to act he already reached forth with his free hand and guided his husband’s left hand behind.

Blinking his bleary eyes, Shen Qingqiu stumbled to ask, “Binghe, what -?”

“Be good Shizun,” Luo Binghe crooned, his warm breath fanning over Shen Qingqiu’s ass. “Relax. Help me stretch you properly.”

And with that, Shen Qingqiu’s hand was guided to his hole which was still filled by three of Luo Binghe’s fingers. As understanding dawned in on the peak lord he shivered violently.

How utterly shameless!

Yet Shen Qingqiu only took a few seconds to consider before pressing his own middle finger against his twitching hole and carefully added it in to join Luo Binghe’s. There was a deep rumble coming from the demon lord, the sound appreciative in nature.

“Shizun is doing so good. Look at you, relaxing so well for this disciple. Taking four in like you were made for it.” Luo Binghe pressed a small kiss to the damp skin of his left butt cheek.

Shen Qingqiu made an embarrassed sound, wanting to reprimand Luo Binghe but the fingers in him were edging around that spot and his attention was hopelessly divided. Still, he managed on a somewhat scolding tone, “ Binghe!”

“I wonder if Shizun touches this place even on days when this disciple isn’t allowed,” Luo Binghe continued, unperturbed by the scolding. If anything, there was a sparkle of amusement in his voice now much to Shen Qingqiu’s mortification. “You open up so beautifully. A-Yuan is truly not resisting the touch at all. Tell me, do you put your fingers in here when this husband isn’t around?”

Shen Qingqiu choked on air, mouth opening then closing. Was that what Luo Binghe had been thinking all this time? They had an established routine which worked out wonderfully for both of them - after a night of passion Shen Qingqiu was to rest and recuperate for a minimum of four days before Luo Binghe was allowed to make a pass at him again.

Did Luo Binghe really think Shen Qingqiu was using his resting days to what - play around? His indignance was overpowered by a strong sense of shame of even the notion of him doing such a thing. In the meanwhile, he forgot to refute the question.

Luo Binghe seemed to have had enough of waiting and pulled his fingers out along with Shen Qingqiu’s, before turning the peak lord around. There was something about being totally open and naked in front of Luo Binghe who was still conveniently hidden away by the water in the tub. But what really punched the air out of his lungs were those deep, rich eyes that captured Shen Qingqiu’s and didn’t let go.

“Come, Shizun… It’s only your husband here. There’s no need to be ashamed,” the demon lord coaxed. His voice was like a spark of electricity on the skin, a trail of soft goosebumps appeared on Shen Qingqiu’s arms.

Hands rising out of the water and coming around Shen Qingqiu’s lean waist, pulling him closer to Luo Binghe but not letting him sit on his lap like he wanted to. It was pure torture to have his husband so close yet being denied the contact he wanted the most, where he wanted the most.

Taking a deep and somewhat shaky breath Shen Qingqiu asked, “If my reply isn’t to Binghe’s liking will I be kept further waiting than I already am?”

Luo Binghe’s lips stretched into a wide, toothy smile. “Nothing Shizun says could save you from my teasing. You should already know I love to see you blush.”

Shen Qingqiu pursed his lips, cursing himself internally when he felt the heat of his reddened cheeks with renewed vigor. But if Luo Binghe wanted to play he would play along too. Tantalizingly he linked his arms around his husband’s neck and leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“Practically this is only the third day after last time… if Binghe insists on being a tease I would have to retire to my rooms to do what Binghe cannot.”

That worked like a charm. It was almost comical how fast Luo Binghe drew Shen Qingqiu into his lap, finally allowing him to sit down. They both groaned as their aching erections bumped into each other, both ignorant to the water sloshing around.

Shen Qingqiu shivered against his husband, feeling the warm water enter his loosened hole as his thighs widened to accommodate. It was a weird sensation but not an entirely unwelcome one, still, he ached for something else. Luo Binghe didn’t tease him further but helped him rise up to his knees and steady him with arms on his hips.

“Husband is free to do whatever he wishes to do,” Luo Binghe premised, his voice turning soft and deep. “I’m lucky to have whatever you give me. All I ask is that husband doesn’t leave me like this.”

Shen Qingqiu dove forward and kissed him again just to shut him up. How could Luo Binghe say such things with a straight face, will always be beyond Shen Qingqiu. The peak lord couldn’t go a few sentences in with true but sappy content before embarrassment took him away like a tsunami. Luo Binghe on the other hand just kept pouring out everything that was on his heart, as if he didn’t understand the concept of shame.

They kissed with fervor, the slow start of the entire night built up a hunger in their bellies that couldn’t be ignored anymore. And then Shen Qingqiu withdrew from his husband’s lips, ignoring the trail of saliva snapping broken between their lips and wordlessly sunk down on Luo Binghe’s dick. A desperate sound left his lips at the feeling, his eyebrows furrowing.

Having Luo Binghe coming inside, even despite the prep, was a feat accompanied by an intense stretch and a piercing feeling of having his insides forced to accommodate to the length. No matter how many times they did it or how well they stretched Shen Qingqiu prior, the first penetration always bordered on being painful.

“A-Yuan is amazing… beautiful... doing so well,” Luo Binghe murmured into the humid air between them. He looked composed but Shen Qingqiu could feel the tremors of Luo Binghe’s thighs underneath his, could see the way his jaw flexed or the way his chest heaved as he was holding himself back.

And it was hot, so infuriatingly hot it went straight to Shen Qingqiu’s dick now sandwiched between his and Luo Binghe’s stomach. The peak lord shook his head, his eyes holding all the love he felt for his husband. “No. It’s Binghe who’s amazing.”

Luo Binghe looked like he would burst into tears any minute, softening Shen Qingqiu’s heart further. The peak lord leaned in to press butterfly kisses all over his husband’s face while he softly began to move his hips. At first in gentle circles that drew further groans from Luo Binghe, and then when his hole properly relaxed around the stretch, he began to drop up and down in an unhurried rhythm.

Having the water enter into him down there only to squirt straight out when he sunk down on the dick made the experience that much more weirdly intense. Everywhere was hot, almost scorchingly so. It was difficult to keep a clear head, especially since the heat inside his belly was of an entirely different nature than the humid heat of the bathhouse.

They didn't pick up the pace, didn’t move to change the position or gave any indication that any of them wanted it differently. It was just them, joined together intimately, clinging and rocking together in a wonderfully soft way.

Luo Binghe wrapped his hands around Shen Qingqiu’s waist before his stretched palms covered his husband’s back pulling him close enough to rest his forehead against the other’s shoulder. “ Shit … Shizun feels so good... tight and soft inside. Does Shizun feel good too?”

Shen Qingqiu shivered again, not just because of the shameless comment but also because Luo Binghe’s warm breath brushed against his sensitive chest. And suddenly a dark sheen of blush covered his face, down his neck and the lobe of his ears. In front of his mental eyes, he saw Luo Binghe leaned down and took a nipple into his wet mouth. He could almost feel it on his skin, his nipples standing more erect and Shen Qingqiu moaned at the image, his hips stuttering for a second.

Oh… this was going to be a recurring thing huh?

“I want to make Shizun feel good,” Luo Binghe continued to talk, his sizeable arms never letting Shen Qingqiu retreat. If Luo Binghe were someone else it would have felt vaguely threatening not being able to physically break free of the hug. But with Luo Binghe it was like being home - being in the safest place in the whole universe.

The demon lord nuzzled his face into Shen Qingqiu’s collarbone. There was a growl building in Luo Binghe’s throat as he ventured further. “I want to ruin Shizun for everyone else. To be the only one who is let this close, this intimate - only one who can hold you like this . I want to be the only one who can make Shizun writhe, tremble and cry.

How possessive. Luo Binghe’s demonic side must have been stirred in the wake of his desire and emotional state.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t reply - or more like couldn’t. Not immediately at least. It was hard to form comprehensive thoughts when he had Luo Binghe’s heavenly pillar buried deliciously deep inside and having his body tingling with pleasure. But it seemed Luo Binghe wasn’t waiting for an answer as he continued to talk, his voice strained and demon sigil starting to glow.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you Shizun. And it scares me... because sometimes I get this urge to tear everyone who as much as looks at you limb from limb. Shizun is mine… my only one.” Luo Binghe trembled in his seat, his hip jolting forward from the rush of emotions.

Shen Qingqiu gasped at the sudden forceful thrust, his nails digging into Luo Binghe’s shoulders. Luo Binghe looked up then, his eyes glistening with moisture and expression betraying his desperation. “But Shizun… Shizun doesn’t hate this disciple’s demonic heritage. Even when everyone scorned me, Shizun never did. I- I don’t care what anyone thinks as long as Shizun doesn’t hate me... as long as Shizun only has me as well. He must have! Shizun I.. I can’t share you with anyone else- I can’t.”

Exasperation filled Shen Qingqiu’s chest seeing his husband looking at him as if he was the one who put the stars into the sky. The peak lord slowed his movements until he completely stopped, then cupped Luo Binghe’s face in his palms and brought their foreheads together. “What is Binghe talking about? I only have Binghe. I never had anyone but Binghe and won’t ever have anybody else.”

Tears did start to escape Luo Binghe’s eyes at those words. “Shizun…”   

“This husband- no- I, Shen Yuan married you didn’t I?” Shen Qingqiu drew back to be able to look into Luo Binghe’s glowing red eyes. “I chose you, Binghe, as you chose me.”

Luo Binghe resolutely nodded, his cheeks smashed in between Shen Qingqiu’s hands. It wasn’t difficult to notice the imaginary drooping ears and a wagging tail, making him look like an adorable demon puppy. Of course, notwithstanding the fact that Luo Binghe was, in fact, buried balls-deep in Shen Qingqiu and was trembling to hold back from fucking him until he cried.

The peak lord smiled, beautiful and flirty before sitting upright again. Feeling the drag of the dick in him press against his walls brought a twinkle of desire into his eyes. Rather breathless Shen Qingqiu commented, “So don’t go and spout nonsense. And besides... it seems I’m not one to share either.”

Luo Binghe seemed to choke on air, his face gaining a blush too. “A-Yuan d-doesn’t have to! I’ll give you my everything, always!”

“Then-” Shen Qingqiu averted his eyes almost embarrassed- “would Binghe move now?”

He didn’t have to be embarrassed much longer as Luo Binghe grabbed him almost roughly by the hips and started fucking up into him with the vigor of a wild dog. Shen Qingqiu was left scrambling to hold on, his voice breaking into small cries and thin groans. His whole world was being shaken up from its very foundation as Luo Binghe skillfully aimed every shot against that spot that made his sight blurry and dick painfully hard.

Their vigorous activity had half of the bathwater splashing out of the tub, wetting the wooden floor as well as their disregarded robes on the nearby drawer. Luo Binghe was a passionate lover, he did everything with his all.

Never one to hold back.

Just like now as well, how Shen Qingqiu was fucked deep, intent and precise - the muscles in Luo Binghe’s pelvis and abdomen flexing to rock-like hardness. There was so much to feel and none were torturing Shen Qingqiu quite as much as the delicious friction against his prostate. The stretch of his backside also added to the pleasure, the drag against his soft walls and the obscene way his entry was squelching with each drag and pull; it made Shen Qingqiu feel dirty and shameless for enjoying it.

It got especially hard to keep composure when Luo Binghe grabbed his asscheeks in each hand and shifted to fuck him differently. Luo Binghe’s dick slipped out of Shen Qingqiu’s hole entirely, leaving the peak lord trembling in the hold and his well-loved hole gaping pathetically. Shen Qingqiu was made to deal with the aching emptiness before Luo Binghe dropped him back down onto his dick and Shen Qingqiu keened.

“Hhn, Binghe… Binghe!” He knew he wasn’t going to last long, not with how good Luo Binghe became at pleasuring him through his ass.

Yet, when he thought he would tumble over the top it never came. Shen Qingqiu was left frustrated and turned on yet something was blocking him from orgasming. It was building up, unmistakably, yet the feeling of a missing element was impossible to ignore - his body was needing something else, something more.

Shen Qingqiu dropped a hand down to wrap it around his own dick, stroking it in time with Luo Binghe’s trusts. He was moaning loudly by now, the small bathhouse echoed with his gasps and broken pleas. His dick was weeping and so sensitive, his whole body was shaking like a leaf, stretched like a bow-string ready to pop.

And it was still not enough. Shen Qingqiu still struggled to get the orgasm out of his system and failed, which left him so needy and frustrated he started crying with real tears rolling down his cheeks.

All he knew was that he needed something, and he needed it now! And Luo Binghe was the only one who could give him that so Shen Qingqiu in his half-delirious state fisted his husband’s hair and begged like his life depended on it. “Binghe- husband, please! Please… give- I want to give… I want you to… please-”

Luo Binghe seemed to know what to do because he effortlessly jerked Shen Qingqiu close and swallowed around an erect nipple without hesitation. Shen Qingqiu bodily propelled forward like an arrow, inside the dam was breaking, and his conscious shot to the top and then flew high over it. And the world stopped for a short fraction of a second, no sounds or temperature or sight existed - only unbridled bliss, a rushing tidal-wave of thrill. He couldn’t even pinpoint where his body stopped and where his soul started.

Then came the fall, fast barreling back into reality where Luo Binghe’s strong embrace was anchoring him. Shen Qingqiu came to his senses hearing himself almost soundlessly screaming while his body was trembling violently from the pulsating heat.

What just happened?

Shen Qingqiu suddenly had no energy left in his body. It was as if that orgasm took everything out of him. If it weren’t for Luo Binghe holding him up he would have probably melted into goo and drown in the tub.  

How dignified...

“Shizun -” Luo Binghe was saying something but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t hear it over the ringing of his ears. All he registered was that Luo Binghe attempted to pull out and away, probably to give him room to breathe, to stabilize himself but Shen Qingqiu was having none of it. He didn’t want to be separated from Luo Binghe, he didn’t want that tingling warmth of aftereffect to disappear along with Luo Binghe’s touch on his skin.

Therefore, with uncoordinated hands, he grabbed after Luo Binghe and pulled him back into his bosom - a feat that couldn’t have been possible if the demon lord didn’t willingly follow. “Don’t go. Binghe don’t go… please, I don’t want you to- just... don’t stop.”

He meant kissing and sucking on his chest but when Luo Binghe resumed his thrusting Shen Qingqiu belatedly realized he was misunderstood. Demonic stamina ensured that Luo Binghe still had yet to come, and his husband was more than happy to chase his own release after Shen Qingqiu begged him.

Getting fucked so soon after an earth-shattering orgasm left Shen Qingqiu thoroughly overwhelmed. He couldn’t speak, couldn’t talk, the only thing leaving his lips were choked-off little whines. He was at the mercy of his husband, manhandled with unfairly muscular arms. Shen Qingqiu felt a strange sense of kinship with ball-jointed dolls, as his body was made to receive everything Luo Binghe gave him, limbs weak without energy and groin more relaxed than ever.

That seemed to draw Luo Binghe wild, for Shen Qingqiu’s bottom only loosened up like this when he truly succumbed to pleasure - when the pain was chased far away from his senses and his Shizun could finally enjoy the experience to the maximum.

“Shizun… Shizun sounds so lovely. Like you’re really enjoying this… Shizun, you will- truly be the death of me!” Luo Binghe exclaimed and finally, finally, put his mouth back onto the twin buds on his husband’s chest.

He treated Shen Qingqiu’s nipples the same way he treated his hole - he ravaged them hungrily, with reckless abandon and indomitable longing. Luo Binghe demanded as much as he gave, and Shen Qingqiu felt his abdominal muscles spasm as the sparks of arousal steadily began to pool in his belly once more despite the fact his spent dick had no intention of rising again.

And Luo Binghe went on and on, thoroughly wrecking Shen Qingqiu from the inside out. It was too much, too strong, too good.

He was full in every meaning of the word. His heart was bursting with Luo Binghe’s love for him and his own requited love for his husband. His hands full of Luo Binghe, his fingertips clinging to dampened skin and wide shoulder blades. His hole possessively filled with all of Luo Binghe, his muscles loose and entirely welcoming of the big intrusion. Yet Shen Qingqiu knew that if his husband desired he could be further stuffed, his twitching groin albeit was stretched wide around Luo Binghe’s dick, it was not his final limit.

At one point the peak lord’s eyes rolled back into his skull and for a few short moments, the world became dark around him.

“- for me… that’s it, Shizun, breathe. ” He distantly heard Luo Binghe talk, voice rough but incredibly careful too. He felt a warm palm gently caressing the length of his back. Luo Binghe’s voice slowly started to sound clearer in his ears, closer. “In and out… breathe, just like that. Slowly, Shizun… now exhale. Good.

The place where they were connected felt overflowing, wet and messy and as Shen Qingqiu subconsciously flexed his anal muscles he felt a gush of creamy liquid escape around the edges. Luo Binghe cum too, apparently, and filled him up as he loved to do.

Shen Qingqiu shakily parted his spit-covered lips and took a deep breath. With oxygen returned more of his awareness of the world around him. Luo Binghe gently placed a palm under Shen Qingqiu’s bum and lifted him off his dick that wasn’t quite softening yet. Demonic stamina was truly a double-edged sword after all...

They were still sitting in the tub, but most of the water was spread out on the floor around them - the whole bath house looked like a bunch of wild children had come to play and messed up everything. Not that Shen Qingqiu felt too bad about it; if anything he couldn’t care less at the moment. He was sated and very sleepy.

“Can A-Yuan stand?” Luo Binghe gently asked, his hands not moving to withdraw themselves from around Shen Qingqiu’s body. Wisely so, because in all honesty, Shen Qingqiu wasn’t sure if he could actually take a single step with how utterly spent his body felt.

The peak lord just winded his trembling arms around his husband’s neck and buried his face in his messy mane. “Carry me.”

Luo Binghe didn’t need to be told twice, always so ready to be at service, to be good. It tugged on Shen Qingqiu’s heartstrings, even as his eyelids slid closed.

Luo Binghe cradled the smaller body in his arms and effortlessly stepped out of the bathtub before walking down the corridor towards their bedroom. Shen Qingqiu was too tired to care about modesty - if their demon housemaids saw them then they saw. It’s not like their activities was a secret from the household staff anyways.

Shen Qingqiu was dried down with a fluffy towel and helped into a silken sleeping robe. His hair was combed through and loosely braided for the night. Every movement from Luo Binghe was as gentle as if he was handling something extraordinarily fragile, and ultimately it soothed out the last remaining sparks of desire from Shen Qingqiu’s system.

“Thank you, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu murmured sleepily, turning to face his husband.

Luo Binghe just smiled, charming and entirely uncaring of what his naked and wet body was doing to Shen Qingqiu’s mind. The peak lord looked away, his eyelashes trembled from how fast he was blinking the image out of his eyes. Shen Qingqiu absolutely couldn’t go for another round.

He heard Luo Binghe softly laugh to himself, and shuffling about as he dried and dressed as well. Then the bed dipped at his side as Luo Binghe crawled in next to him and helped Shen Qingqiu nestle into his embrace.

“Isn’t it the fourth full moon tomorrow?” the peak lord asked on a wondering tone. He happily sunk into the bed and into the safety of the arms of his husband.

“Yes, it is.” Luo Binghe pressed a small peck to Shen Qingqiu’s hair.

“If this master remembers correctly, we are supposed to go and check out the progress of our residence in the demon realm tomorrow.” Shen Qingqiu slightly turned his head to seek out the eyes of his husband in the half-dark room. He didn’t succeed but only because Luo Binghe kept furrowing his face into his temple like a giant cat.

Luo Binghe hummed affirmatively. He was gently nosing along the edges of Shen Qingqiu’s hair, making the latter giggle at the ticklish sensation.

“I can’t believe you got your way with me today. At this rate, how will I accompany Binghe tomorrow?” Shen Qingqiu sighed, grand like he was regretful but the corners of his lips were tugging upwards.

“It was husband who seduced me,” Luo Binghe’s voice was like a soft rumble, sounding content but also smug.

Shen Qingqiu made a huffing sound, his eyes closing as he was slowly losing the fight against sleep. “It’s Binghe’s bad influence that had this husband act so indecently.”

Luo Binghe chuckled, his lips pressing more kisses into Shen Qingqiu’s hair and cheek. “It’s not indecent if it's only the two of us, Shizun.”


The demon lord hummed again. “Yes. But Shizun loves me anyway.”

“Shameless and impudent,” Shen Qingqiu retorted again, without any real bite to it.

Luo Binghe laughed, his whole chest vibrated with it. “And yet, Shizun still loves me.”

Shen Qingqiu cracked an eye open to send a useless glare at his husband. “Don’t go pushing your luck.”

“This disciple would never.” Was what Luo Binghe said but soon Shen Qingqiu felt a hand coming to feel around his front in a sly manner. The silk nightgown did nothing to hide the mapping sensation of the warm hand. Shen Qingqiu made a tired, complaining sound which came out whinier than he wanted it to be.

“Binghe I can’t anymore…”

“Shizun is tired. You should sleep,” Luo Binghe agreed, but his despicable hand still pulled the robes loose on the other’s chest. Shen Qingqiu exhaled heavily but made no move to stop or encourage his wayward husband.

“Sleep well Shizun,” Luo Binghe murmured into the peaceful darkness and shuffled around a bit, getting into a different pose. Shen Qingqiu already knew where this was going when he felt how the stubborn edges of his nightgown were pulled further away from his chest, his sensitive buds stiffening from the air.

The peak lord squeezed his legs together, feeling a weak tingle of anticipation running down his spine but entirely too tired to get physically interested. And Luo Binghe didn’t waste time as he leaned down and began to lick and suck at his chest in slow and deliberate motions.

In the darkness, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t see much but he could feel everything that was happening. At least, Luo Binghe was considerate enough to keep it at a very leisured pace never biting or turning too insistent.

Yet, it still felt filthy how Luo Binghe drooled all over his nipples only to suck the liquid up in the next second. But on the other hand, the action felt soothing - not only in the physical sense but it evened out a hidden jagged corner of Shen Qingqiu’s longing heart. It fulfilled something inside him in a roundabout way which properly sated the peak lord in every sense.

He fell asleep like that, with Luo Binghe attached to his chest and hands loosely cradling his husband close.





They ended up postponing their trip to the demon realm by a whole week. Initially, it was due to their spontaneous activities in the bathhouse that left Shen Qingqiu with a dull ache and snappy countenance for the entirety of the following day. Luo Binghe, the charming husband he was, immediately made preparations to relieve Shen Qingqiu of all his duties and let him relax.

Not that Shen Qingqiu was in a lot of pain per se, honestly, he was more on the okay side. Compared to their very first time in the caves with Luo Binghe’s mind corrupted by Xin Mo when Shen Qingqiu felt not unlike a truck had run over him, this time around it was like taking a walk in the park. Sure, his backside ached a bit, and his hole felt raw from the friction but it was definitely bearable.

And Luo Binghe was spoiling him with attention and comfort wherever he turned. The food served to him was even more delicious than usual, making Shen Qingqiu wonder just how much time Luo Binghe spent leaning over broiling pots. The sheets, as well as his inner garments, were changed into the softest silk to ease the swelling from friction. Shen Qingqiu was also further spoiled by the highest quality incenses and different plates of desserts at every dinner. Shen Qingqiu had to shamefully admit whatever Luo Binghe was trying to achieve with it, he was probably winning.

However, these weren’t the only thoughts on his mind. Even Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but notice the pattern of change in Luo Binghe’s daily routine and it made the peak lord seriously wonder what brought it on.

In the past two weeks, without fault, every single day Luo Binghe would gently corner him when he was most relaxed and proceeded to suck his nipples into a pair of swollen peaks and massage his chest until Shen Qingqiu was left squirming and oversensitive. And it was all done with such devotion and enthusiasm from Luo Binghe’s part that was difficult to decide what to think of it.

Shen Qingqiu still has yet to ask about the reason, but seeing as to how the activity was surprisingly unproblematic compared to previous ideas of his husband Shen Qingqiu was rather tentative to snap Luo Binghe out of whatever this was.

Another thought came, a mocking one, which made Shen Qingqiu hide behind his fan even though he was currently alone in the room. His inner, shameless incubus called him a coward for not admitting that he actually enjoyed having Luo Binghe doing that to him, that he was actually looking forward to their little sessions with increased eagerness.

It became like an unspoken game between them. Shen Qingqiu would oppose, twist and turn and attempt to “run” until Luo Binghe would catch him and collect his “reward”. And more often than not, Shen Qingqiu caught himself not even wanting to play just straight up wanting to strip his upper robes and demand the tribute. After all, his husband’s skills sharpened to the point of almost giving Shen Qingqiu untouched orgasms from playing with his chest alone.

Today in particular, was perhaps the least opposition he put up before he allowed Luo Binghe’s mouth on his chest. Luo Binghe dragged him into the hallway between the kitchen and the cellar, the location a bit risky but still not as open as it was under the willow tree. Shen Qingqiu’s back was flush against the wooden wall, with Luo Binghe caging him loosely.

This was the first time they were doing this while standing up, and Shen Qingqiu thought almost panicky how it might have been a bad idea for his legs almost buckled even though Luo Binghe barely started. Shen Qingqiu didn’t even need to look down to know that his nipples grew hard and ached pleasurably before his husband even got to touch them.

“Shizun is feeling it so well today,” Luo Binghe sounded just as overwhelmed as Shen Qingqiu felt. Shen Qingqiu didn’t reply, having nothing to say to that. What could he say? Luo Binghe was right, he indeed could barely contain his tremors or the small jolts of his chest every time Luo Binghe sucked or licked his nipples.

He was so sensitive it was almost embarrassing. He didn’t know how he survived when Luo Binghe began to massage his chest while continuously flicking the abused nubs with his untamed tongue. Shen Qingqiu constantly battled the instincts of wanting to push Luo Binghe away while his other half wanted to cage his husband to him and never let him leave.

Shen Qingqiu kept wondering what this whole nipple play meant in general but during the act, all he could think of was how much he wished he could give back to Luo Binghe. He no longer shied away and drowned in embarrassment from the idea of lactation and breastfeeding but truly… he was still a man who could achieve no such thing.

Though it wasn’t hard to imagine what it would be like. Shen Qingqiu could imagine how much more insistent Luo Binghe would be if he could taste the fruits of his efforts. Luo Binghe would be so enthralled, Shen Qingqiu guessed, and also perversely curious. The peak lord had a feeling if he were capable of lactation Luo Binghe would drag him aside every hour to suck him empty or to pinch his nipples and watch beady milk flow out.

Or would Luo Binghe leave him hanging? Would Luo Binghe give him massages to encourage milk production and then leave Shen Qingqiu with tiny swollen breasts aching to be milked? Oh, Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t be allowed to touch either. No chance at relieving himself.

He was shaking so badly now, the mental image so intensely arousing.

He would be forced to deal with it, getting sensitive from even the friction of his clothes. Having his chest stimulated left a tingling, almost electrifying sensation, but what would it feel like to have milk sucked out of his chest? Would Luo Binghe do it with his mouth or coax it out with his fingers? When Shen Qingqiu would reach his limit, swollen and so very full where his nipples would start leaking Luo Binghe would finally accept a taste, relieving that dull ache, that foreign weight on his chest.

At that Shen Qingqiu threw his head back and moaned loudly, almost throwing Luo Binghe off with how abrupt it had been.

But oh gods, he wanted to know how it felt! He wished for it so badly , and as if sensing his increasing desperation Luo Binghe began sucking on his nipple stronger and with more tongue. And the tingling sensation grew until it was like the over wrung nerve was suddenly connected straight to his dick and Shen Qingqiu began to let out tiny fucked-out noises and clinging to his husband like he was his lifeline.

“My Lord.”

The deep voice coming from down the corridor was like cold water being dumped on Shen Qingqiu’s head. He froze up completely, muscles going taut and wishing the ground would open up to swallow him whole. There was nothing that could kill his boner faster than this.

Luo Binghe began growling either in a warning or in displeasure - Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t know. But at least the demon lord hastily stepped forward to shield his husband with his broad body while Shen Qingqiu regained his senses and began to fix his own robes. At least in times like these, his husband’s possessiveness came in handy.

“Mobei-jun,” Luo Binghe addressed the ice demon witch such a cold demeanor that if Shen Qingqiu didn’t know prior he wouldn't be able to guess who was the real ice demon of the two.

“Lord Luo,” Mobei-jun greeted again before his icy-blue eyes wandered and he hesitated for a second. Then he bowed his head slightly towards Shen Qingqiu too. “Esteemed Consort Shen. Apologies for interrupting.”

Luo Binghe demanded, “What happened?”

Mobei-jun took a scroll out of the sleeve of his fur overcoat. “My Lord ordered this Mobei-jun to deliver the findings immediately if there is a considerable advancement in research of the plan -” Mobei-jun was interrupted before he could finish the sentence.

That! Yes. This lord remembers and will look at the findings later.” Luo Binghe motioned with his hand. “Put it on my desk.”

“Understood, my Lord.”

Luo Binghe’s shoulders became less tense at that. “Anything else?”

“Miss Sha wanted me to remind you that without your approval of the current process of building my Lord’s residency they can’t advance further,” Mobei-jun spoke as if he was bored yet the furrow of his brows and the glare in his eyes made him seem angry. On the other hand, Shen Qingqiu finally deemed himself presentable and with slightly flaming cheeks he stepped out from behind Luo Binghe’s shadow.

“Noted. Tell her we are coming by tomorrow.” Luo Binghe glanced at his husband before looking back at Mobei-jun. “If that’s all, you’re free to go.”

“My Lord. Esteemed Consort Shen.” Mobei-jun bowed his head before transporting himself out of the house.

Shen Qingqiu turned towards his husband, a small frown gracing his features. Luo Binghe had the mind to look apologetic. “Sorry husband, I really did ask him to come find me if he makes a breakthrough.”

Which is amongst the many reasons why we shouldn't be galavanting anywhere aside from the bedroom!” Shen Qingqiu hissed and was fast to fan himself. He truly felt very ashamed to be caught in such a compromising position. He wasn’t as shameless as Luo Binghe was, he didn’t have such thick face! And even though he knew Mobei-jun didn’t care for gossip, his poor heart can’t take such surprises!  

Luo Binghe tentatively wrapped an arm around Shen Qingqiu’s waist and when he wasn’t swatted away he pulled his husband into his embrace. “Please don’t be angry Shizun. There is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Shen Qingqiu made a sound of despair. “ Nothing to be ashamed of? Binghe, he saw us doing- we were in a highly unseemly position. I was inadequately prepared both in mind and body for guests of any kind!”

There was something deep and dark in Luo Binghe’s eyes as he was studying Shen Qingqiu, making the peak lord almost tremble. “What he saw was this lord taking his claim on his husband. Shizun, I already told you this but demons are very territorial. And there are none who don’t know Shizun as this lord’s husband, hence there are many who covet you solely for the reason to spite me. A reminder here and there, that our bond is strong and holding is in the best interest for everyone.”

Shen Qingqiu frowned at the implication before tearing himself out of Luo Binghe’s hold. “Wait a minute. You planned this?!”

The demon lord looked like he had been kicked in the guts. “Shizun, of course not! This husband wouldn’t do anything like that without consulting Shizun first! I merely tried to look at the bright side of things. Begging for Shizun’s benevolence!”

Luo Binghe looked devastated. He wasn’t even sporting the teary puppy façade, just staring at Shen Qingqiu with sincere bottomless eyes begging and face oddly pale. Shen Qingqiu felt a headache coming.

Almost without thought, he reached up to pat Luo Binghe’s fluffy crown of hair. It was a habit he still didn’t manage to break. “Alright. If Binghe says so then I will believe you.”

The demon lord ceased to look like a kicked puppy, but he was still cautious with how tightly he hugged Shen Qingqiu to his chest. “Shizun truly spoils me.”

Shen Qingqiu sighed. “Not as much as Binghe spoils me.”

“If Shizun wishes I will summon Mobei-jun and make him swear secrecy. Shizun only needs to ask,” Luo Binghe offered.

Swear Mobei-jun to secrecy? Shen Qingqiu wanted to laugh. The ice demon was the least sociable person Shen Qingqiu has ever had the pleasure of semi-regularly meeting. He had no doubts what Mobei-jun saw today he will take it to his grave, even without being prompted to do so.

“No need,” Shen Qingqiu relented in the end. “Binghe trusts Mobei-jun, so I will do the same.”

The peak lord appreciated his husband’s attempt at making him feel better even if it was a useless offer of action. And just like that, Shen Qingqiu completely forgot to ask what the scroll brought by Mobei-jun was about.





If there was anything to be said about the demon realm that it was a harsh and unforgiving place where not many flora and fauna could thrive. Almost anything here - be it plants or animals - were demonic in nature and hence one had to be extra careful because even the smallest of monsters had deadly claws hidden in their mouths and even the least frightening-looking plants had lethal poison coating their thorns.

It wasn’t Shen Qingqiu’s first time in the demon realm of course. The first time he had been was due to the courtesy of Tianlang-jun where he was up and kidnapped like some sort of damsel in distress. It couldn’t have been a worse experience of an already unpleasant place.

However, by now he couldn’t even count how many times he set foot in here. Usually with Luo Binghe by his side, of course. Shen Qingqiu’s monster hobby didn’t diminish over time, and he was always secretly hoping to run into a creature he had yet to sight just so he could clarify whether his expectations lived up to the real deal.

“Shizun seems excited,” Luo Binghe commented, with a twinkle in his own eyes.

Shen Qingqiu hid his face behind his fan and coughed slightly. “This master is merely curious as to how is our house coming along.”

“I’m looking forward to it too. Come Shizun, it’s just around the corner,” Luo Binghe urged them forward and up the stairs. Inspired by Shen Qingqiu’s bamboo house on top of Qing Jing Peak, their residence in the demonic realm also was built on top of a peak.

When they reached the top of the flight of stairs Shen Qingqiu had to strain really hard not to gape. They stood in front of a grand palace, with two symmetrical fort-like towers and an impressive gate reaching threateningly towards the sky. The gate was flanked by identical stone statues of the feared Eagle-winged Lioness - a magical beast with six legs, eagle wings and a disturbing amount of claws.

The Eagle-winged Lioness was an extremely rare type of demonic beast, best known for its female-only colonies and vicious protectiveness of its lair. In the demon realm, it was a symbol of stronghold and warning - whoever shall enter uninvited into a house decorated with a symbol like that shall not expect to live much longer.

Shen Qingqiu was further impressed as they entered the courtyard and saw a bamboo garden not unlike a scenery on Qing Jing Peak. The wards on the walls purified the air inside, and like a realistic hologram, it also painted a sunny blue sky above the manor. Fertile earth was brought from the human realm, as different types of plants were being naturalized - such as the bamboo but there were other flowery bushes Shen Qingqiu recognized.

It was still obviously under construction but the pond was clear with pretty koi swimming around and the pavilion in the middle of it seemed so serene it was making Shen Qingqiu burning with anticipation to the thought of moving in.

“Look who the wind blew all the way here!” A teasing female voice called out to them, booming in volume. The first thing Shen Qingqiu noticed was that Sha Hualing was wearing a lot more clothes than last time he saw her, but her fiery spirit stayed the same if her unbothered yell was any giveaway. Along with her many pieces of jewelry which jingled with every step.

“Miss Sha.” Shen Qingqiu politely inclined his head.

“Consort Shen. Lord Luo. I was beginning to wonder if we have built this all for nothing!” She motioned towards the buildings with a vague gesture. “This baby has more rare resources and powerful wards built in it than I can count to be dismissed like this.”

“No such thing. We were merely upheld by some business is all,” Luo Binghe coolly replied, while his eyes studied everything around them with intense scrutiny.

“Of course, Lord Luo. Come this way. Meet the main builder, Li Wei. He’s ready to escort you around and answer all your questions.” Sha Hualing walked them to the main building where they were introduced to a rather chubby demon with lizard-like features.

“You go, Binghe. Do what you need,” Shen Qingqiu ushered his husband to go. “This master wishes to check out the gardens first, and the pavilion we saw on the way.”  

Lou Binghe looked like he wanted to argue for a second but then evidently relented. “Very well, Shizun. I will come find you when I’m done.” And with that he left with Li Wei to inspect the layout and the foundations of the buildings with extra care for the quality of the protection and transportation arrays.

Shen Qingqiu turned to walk back towards the gardens, and to his surprise soon he heard the jingling of jewelry following him. The demon woman caught up to him in long strides, a laughter bubbling up in her throat. “Consort Shen, you hurt this one’s feelings, walking away without a word! One would think this Ling-er has greatly offended you somehow.”

Fanning himself leisurely, Shen Qingqiu sent a glance at Sha Hualing. She has matured a lot since the first time he saw her, although her witty manipulativeness stayed with her like glue. Shen Qingqiu was also sure that her cruel nature didn’t go anywhere either, only was hidden behind toothy smirks and carefully withdrawn claws.

“This master wasn’t aware Miss Sha was free to accompany him. That Li Wei might be the main builder but you are the overall supervisor. Shouldn’t you go after Binghe and chatter his ears off instead?”

Sha Hualing grinned, her sharp canines flashing. “Oh? Does Consort Shen want me to?”

The peak lord narrowed his phoenix eyes and passive-aggressively walked ahead. Sha Hualing laughed again, uncaring about the volume of her voice. “Ah! Consort Shen, so cold so ruthless to this one!” She then lowered her voice and continued on a secretive tone. “This Ling-er apologizes. She, of course, understands even without words. Ling-er fully supports Consort Shen’s attempt to finally introduce others to your husband in hopes of sharing the burden of his rigorous love.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eye-lid twitched in anger before stabbing Xiu Ya into Sha Hualing’s vague direction. The attack was without warning but it lacked true killing intent, instead aimed to injure or scare.

Sha Hualing barely managed to dodge, the very tip of Shen Qingqiu’s sword still managed to nick her on the shoulder. Shen Qingqiu continued making sword seals with his free hand and Xiu Ya flashed across the air in a beautiful yet dangerous dance.

The demon woman was forced to step further and further back in evading the attacks, and lastly, she drew her own sword to block. Sparks flashed when the two blades met, and Sha Hualing was pushed back from the force of it even though her stance was firm.

“Aya, Consort Shen please control your anger!” Sha Hualing called out to Shen Qingqiu. Her voice was beseeching but the grin on her lips said otherwise.

Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes in disdain, before calling Xiu Ya back into its own scabbard. “Scram!”

Sha Hualing also re-sheathed her sword and approached the peak lord. “This Ling-er meant no offense, Consort Shen. She merely observed an interesting factor in Consort Shen’s and Lord Luo’s relationship.”

“Or alternatively,” Shen Qingqiu retorted coldly, “Miss Sha is unable to keep her hands and eyes to herself. Something that could be easily fixed should she keep it up.”  

The threat was obvious, and Sha Hualing dropped her teasing front and seriously answered, “This humble one understands her place. She only wished to inquire whether Consort Shen’s health is satisfactory?”

The question threw Shen Qingqiu off his track. Confused he spoke. “This master is in perfect health.”

Sha Hualing nodded to herself, mumbling something under her nose which further irritated Shen Qingqiu. The peak lord tried to keep his curiosity in check but in the end, he couldn’t. “Why would Miss Sha be concerned about such a thing?”

“Ah, this Ling-er couldn’t help but notice that Consort Shen’s chest is swollen.” Sha Hualing vaguely made a hand gesture, but her eyes were fixated on Shen Qingqiu’s front completely unperturbed.

Swollen ?” Shen Qingqiu stopped in his tracks and looked down on himself. He didn’t see anything different than his usual countenance, and his chest was most definitely not swollen. He didn’t have trouble fitting into his robes nor did Luo Binghe seemed to notice anything. Otherwise, he would have fussed over Shen Qingqiu a long time ago. With eyebrows furrowed Shen Qingqiu turned back to the demon woman.

Just what was she seeing?

Sha Hualing nodded and with her demonic shamelessness, she declared, “Consort Shen’s nipples are visible through his robes, something that had never happened before.”

Shen Qingqiu choked on air, feeling mortified of the straightforward declaration. His what was visible now?! In his panic, he looked down again and true to be told if he really concentrated on it, his nipples were showing through his robes as if they were erect. It made him panic further for he didn’t feel arousal at all.

Sha Hualing didn’t notice his growing discomfort and continued, “Which left this one with two guesses. One, Consort Shen is wearing fewer clothes, but upon inspecting his attire that didn’t seem to be the case. Hence, Ling-er arrived at her second guess; Consort Shen is experiencing bodily setbacks. Or perhaps is simply cold.”

The peak lord was almost afraid of where this conversation was heading but he stubbornly refused to avert his eyes away from the demon woman. Sha Hualing saw the glare directed at her and she took it as a demand to elaborate. “But Consort Shen just confirmed it to me that he is not sick or injured. Which leaves this one with her last guess; Consort Shen and Lord Luo are making an attempt at lactation. Being not far from succeeding from the looks of it.”

There was a brief period of silence between them, tension-filled and awkward to the bone. Then Shen Qingqiu grabbed her wrist and unceremoniously dragged her further into the bamboo garden. When they were at a comfortable distance from the main building Shen Qingqiu twirled around and pinned Sha Hualing with a frenzied glare.

“What are you talking about?” It was a demand.

Sha Hualing frowned, her pretty features marred with confusion. “This Ling-er is not sure which part Consort Shen is inquiring about. Did I happen to guess correctly? If Consort Shen is worried about me gossiping please be reassured. Ling-er would rather rip her tongue out than displeasing Lord Luo’s mate.”

Shen Qingqiu grew frustrated and waved around with his fan. “No, not that! What do you know about that … thing you mentioned?”

Thing? Ah.... does Consort Shen perhaps mean the lactation part?”

Shen Qingqiu demanded on a level of impatience he hadn’t felt in a long while. “What. Do. You. Know!”

He couldn’t help feeling hope bubbling up in his chest, couldn’t help how his heart sped up at the mere possibility of his desire that he thought was impossible turning out to be very much feasible. Shen Qingqiu had been entertaining himself with fantasies but always had to comfort himself for he knew what he wanted wasn’t possible.

And now, Sha Hualing was talking about male lactation as if it's the most natural thing on earth. Shen Qingqiu wanted to shake her until she spills everything she knows and beyond.  

But at the same time he cautiously kept his defenses up. Sha Hualing was a demon, after all. A cunning one that didn’t particularly like him. And even though she served under Luo Binghe and was loyal to him, she was still capable of hurting Shen Qingqiu via other means not just physical. And making a fool of him for the fun of it was one of those things.

“Well- erm, it appears Consort Shen wasn’t aware but men can lactate too,” Sha Hualing carefully chose her words, aware of the weird mood that settled around them. “In fact, anyone can lactate as long as they are sexually mature. All you need is sufficient suction and massage on a regular basis and voilà! You are able to breastfeed.”

Shen Qingqiu blinked and then staggered a step back. That can’t be, can it? She was just pulling his leg, wasn’t she? He could imagine it working on women but on men as well? His voice was weak as he retorted, “Lies.”

“It’s not,” Sha Hualing pressed. “In fact, my ex-girlfriend and I also got there once as we were fooling around. It takes a few weeks but it’s very much possible. It also feels good. I highly suggest it to anyone interested.”

“But you are both women.”

Sha Hualing exhaled and looked like she was trying really hard not to roll her eyes. “Consort Shen, in case you forgot this Ling-er had two fathers. I was nursed by dada the same way any mother would feed their babies. Dada didn’t want to hand me over to a wetnurse so he took measures. He told me all about it.”

Shen Qingqiu gulped and could feel his carefully trained mask slipping away from his face. “If you are lying to me -”

“This Ling-er really is heart-broken! I have invaded Cang Qiong Sect once and I’m forever on Master Shen’s blacklist!” Sha Hualing placed a hand on her chest in a dramatic gesture. “What am I to do? Truly, such an unfair world we live in! Does Consort Shen want a personal tutorial or -”

“Shut up,” Shen Qingqiu could feel the tips of his ears burning, turning away.  

Sha Hualing having two fathers was a piece of information he had long forgotten from the book, mostly because one of her fathers died shortly after she turned five and was never mentioned again. But as Shen Qingqiu was thinking back, indeed there was a one sentence reference to one of her fathers breastfeeding her but at that time Shen Qingqiu - still a college kid Shen Yuan - brushed it off as some weird characteristic for cut-sleeve demons.

But now he could barely contain his excitement, the feeling left him thrumming with energy. He had half a mind to sprint over to Luo Binghe and inchoerensibly scream at him from the sheer happiness that was swirling inside his tummy.

Because it was possible! He could finally give back and service his husband, just like how he wished he could. The feeling that something was missing from his life was no more. His previous self-pity and longing desperation disappeared like mist in the wind.

Shen Qingqiu held himself back though and schooled his expression behind his fan. It wouldn’t do them good to shock the entire demonic household into a permanent muteness on their very first day.






As elated Shen Qingqiu felt after his brief but very educational talk with Sha Hualing, he didn’t immediately tell Luo Binghe. For one, because after the initial joy passed Shen Qingqiu promptly realized he still knew nothing about male lactation, only that it was possible. He would have hated to get Luo Binghe’s hopes up only to have them both disappointed in case it didn’t work out.

If it came to that, being the only one disappointed was enough.

Secondly, Shen Qingqiu realized that everyone Sha Hualing mentioned achieving it were pure-blooded demons. In his excitement, he forgot to inquire whether she knew any cases of humans lactating outside of pregnancy or traditional constraints.

As weird this world was, filled with loopholes and ridiculous solutions to equally ridiculous problems, there still was a distinction between demons and humans. And even though Shen Qingqiu had Luo Binghe’s blood in his veins, he was still essentially a human cultivator. Could this be a hindrance in his quest, he knew not.

But now as his desire finally formed into a cohesive thought, Shen Qingqiu became even more conscious of his body and everything he was going through. His body would literally sing its own song under Luo Binghe’s talented hands, defiant to Shen Qingqiu’s wishes to keep himself in check.

Late afternoons even before Shen Qingqiu’s brain would remind him, his chest would start tingling and his nipples like clockwork would stand erect demanding attention. And truthfully, Luo Binghe would come trodding into the room not long afterward with that insatiable fire in his eyes and sly fingers on a deft mission.

In a blink of an eye, a week has passed since their visit to the demon realm, a week since Shen Qingqiu became more scientifically attentive to their activities and their consequences. And just as Sha Hualing said, Shen Qingqiu’s chest was swelling from the daily ministration.

That being said, Shen Qingqiu didn’t gain a pair of breasts like a woman, but his nipples and the smallest of breast tissue around them bloomed into a permanent swollenness. Even Luo Binghe noticed the change three days ago, absentmindedly commenting about how his nipples became softer and more pink - all of it in connection with how “pretty” and “devastatingly beautiful” Shen Qingqiu was of course.

Luo Binghe earned a forehead smack for that comment and Shen Qingqiu furiously hid his blush behind his fan.

But those weren’t all the changes. Shen Qingqiu was sensitive at his chest to begin with, but now it felt like an internal switch has been turned on and he was getting a reaction from even the tiniest of rubbing or pressure. Which was slowly becoming an issue. More often than not he had to hide a boner or find a secluded place to open his robes to cool his overheated skin down.

Shen Qingqiu has never been more thankful for his fan as he took up to hide other things with it than his face. Luo Binghe slyly used this to press surprise kisses to his cheeks and occasionally lips even when they were out.

And as it seemed the longer this went on the more encouraged Luo Binghe became. The demon lord was insatiable in the past few days; starting their little sessions earlier and only letting go after a lengthy pleading from Shen Qingqiu and maybe some fake threatening of denying him in the future should he not stop.

Shen Qingqiu didn’t complain though. Luo Binghe didn’t even try to drag him to bed to have sex - the penetrative type that’s it. Ever since the night in the bathhouse, his husband hadn’t requested more. This was possibly the longest time they went without it, yet Luo Binghe seemed perfectly satisfied with getting his daily fill plastered onto Shen Qingqiu’s chest.

Deep down Shen Qingqiu was immensely satisfied with the knowledge that Luo Binghe found him and these new changes irresistible, that he held the entirety of his husband’s attention to the point of it becoming a problem.

But Shen Qingqiu didn’t care. Couldn’t care. He was experiencing a new type of emotion, fueled by all the worship and love from Luo Binghe, which left him feeling powerful beyond measure. For the first time in a very long while, Shen Qingqiu felt confident in his skin.

Confident and very comfortable.

He knew he looked good. He knew he was sexy. He barely needed to tilt his head showing off the arch of his neck or to give a flirty glance at his husband to have Luo Binghe breathing down his neck and whining like a puppy for permission.

They were both coming back together, frequently like new couples who couldn’t stay away from each other. It felt like they were on their second honeymoon, only this time Shen Qingqiu didn’t hesitate to seduce Luo Binghe or to demand what he wanted and how he wanted it.

They weren’t smooth. If anything these encounters were more awkward than most, ending in breathless laughter but none of them cared. Luo Binghe drooled all over his chest and his nose bumped into his breastbone more often than not. Shen Qingqiu got a wrist ache from a handjob done from the wrong angle. Luo Binghe rutted against his thigh until he came, choking Shen Qingqiu’s name, still fully clothed. Shen Qingqiu jerked his husband down to kiss him only to have their teeth clash painfully.

But Shen Qingqiu was happy. Truly free and unburdened like never before, as if he grew a pair of wings and could soar the skies.

And Luo Binghe… ah Luo Binghe wasn’t untouched either. The demon lord was practically walking an inch above the ground, a joyful spring in his step and thin lips unconsciously curving up even as he was doing chores. Shen Qingqiu even caught him humming a song one time as he was preparing dinner - a melody unfamiliar but nevertheless sweet and soothing.

He and Luo Binghe were finally adventurous and comfortable enough to change things up. And Luo Binghe was happy in a way he had never been before - that much was evident. Shen Qingqiu could even get him to sleep in late and cuddle whereas the demon lord would usually rise early.

So when one morning Shen Qingqiu was watching his husband slumber in the soft morning light, face relaxed and free of worry, eyelashes curling and lips slightly parted, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but think that even if he didn’t achieve what he wanted, he would still be satisfied with what they have now.

Because what they have was beautiful and precious.






When it happened, it came as a surprise.

Shen Qingqiu was gathering up the will to crawl out of bed while Luo Binghe was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. The peak lord wasn’t thinking of anything really, his mind shepherd to the responsibilities for the day and about how he didn’t want to deal with his long-ass hair when he accidentally brushed his hand against his chest.

He shuddered, barely biting back a yelp. He didn’t even hit hard yet it felt like his entire right breast area was pulsating with light pain. The grimace on his face was purely due to the morning haze otherwise he would have kept a poker face through it all. Shen Qingqiu was glad Luo Binghe wasn’t in the room otherwise he would have already dragged him to Mu Qifang with overexaggerated claims of the actual symptoms.

Sitting up he looked down and reeled back in shock when he saw a wet patch on his white undergarment that served as his pajamas. His initial question being how did he manage to spill water on himself? Only to really quickly realize he never had the chance to spill anything as he just woke up. With heart hammering in his ribcage, Shen Qingqiu pulled his robe open.


His skin was wet, glistening in the morning light all concentrated around his right nipple that he just accidentally nudged. Eyes wide with wonder and something else, Shen Qingqiu shakily brought his hand up. His fingers hovered above his swollen nub as if scared, but then the peak lord took a deep breath and closed his thumb and index finger over his areola in a softest of a pinch.

Shen Qingqiu gasped when he saw how a creamy-white liquid started out as a tiny bead right at the center of his nipple and grew in size until gravity pulled it downwards and onto his finger. As if he got burned Shen Qingqiu withdrew his hand and hastily pulled his robe closed.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to himself, hugging his knees. If anyone saw him right now they would have thought he had just woken up from a nightmare. In reality, Shen Qingqiu was just having a hard time calming the storm inside his head to care about how he looked like.  

He dreamt about this for weeks now. He dreamt and thought it impossible, yet his heart still longed for it something fierce. Even after his talk with Sha Hualing, Shen Qingqiu still harbored doubts and concerns.

But it worked. It worked and Shen Qingqiu was freaking out.

A big part of him was still super surprised but delight was coming in as a close second. Even Shen Qingqiu gave in to the urge that pulled his lips into a joy-filled smile - hidden into his kneecaps but it was there nonetheless.

He glanced down at his front and felt giddy all over again. He was lactating. His breasts, however small, were leaking foremilk to the touch. Essentially capable of nursing a baby by placing them on his chest and feeding them.

The thought sent Shen Qingqiu to places, even if his “baby” didn’t quite fit into the parameters of a newborn child. That’s when Shen Qingqiu froze over again as if just remembering that he, in fact, had a husband.

What will Luo Binghe think? This wasn’t an outrageous change, but still significant enough to throw someone off should they react badly. A man lactating wasn’t a wide-spread concept let alone practice, and Shen Qingqiu felt like he was dunked into a mass of cold water.

He really should’ve discussed it with Luo Binghe prior! There was absolutely no way of hiding this without making Luo Binghe worry or lying into his face. Something that Shen Qingqiu dismissed just as quickly as the ideas came.

His and Luo Binghe’s relationship today was built on trust, and even if it was a hard thing to do Shen Qingqiu would rather come clean than build up misunderstandings between them. God knows they have had enough of that in the past.

But fuck, what if his husband finds it unnatural or unsexy? God forbid disgusting ? Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were gathering moisture just from the thought of it.

The reason why he wished for this in the first place was to express his love towards his husband with more ease. To Luo Binghe, showing affection and love seemed to come easy, but Shen Qingqiu kept struggling to express himself. Something that he knew was still hurting and confusing Luo Binghe from time to time even after they got married.

That’s why Shen Qingqiu thought that if he could somehow show Luo Binghe that he loved him without having to open his mouth and spout embarrassingly cheesy lines he would jump to the opportunity. And with Luo Binghe’s love language being physical touch it made sense to express affection accordingly.

But even after transmigrating into a renowned cultivator Shen Yuan was still a coward when it came to being in touch with his feelings and expressing himself freely. He knew he could never be as shameless as Luo Binghe, and it felt like he was stuck in this circle of a devil’s colon. So when Luo Binghe began to pay special attention to his chest, pleasuring him through nipple play yet seemingly seeking something in return, Shen Qingqiu thought “This is it!”

Cradling Luo Binghe to his bosom and servicing him with something highly personal yet always at hand, sat well with Shen Qingqiu and his shy self too. Problem was, he never actually opened his mouth to ask what Luo Binghe thought of the matter. True, the demon lord seemed highly entertained by suckling away at his nipples, playing around with the curiosity of a child and the intensity of a lover - however, the actual act of breastfeeding was an entirely different experience.

The more Shen Qingqiu was thinking the deeper he sunk into some vague desperation mixed with fear. He didn’t want anything to change between them because of this. He loved their current routine, their current carefreeness, the light atmosphere, and the sensuality of their mutual touches.

If he loses it over some slightly questionable kink Shen Qingqiu was going to pick himself up and fling himself into the sun.

When he heard the clattering of utensils and the soft footsteps approaching down the corridor he hastily moved to throw his outer robe on and tying the slash with a ruthless strength. What was breathing compared to your husband finding you on the bed in the middle of a break-down right?

Needless to say, he was tense and nervous all day, which reflected on Luo Binghe and the entire mood too. To Luo Binghe’s credit, he didn’t press for questions or demanded an explanation. Instead, he was like a constant presence at Shen Qingqiu’s side, like a silent reassurance that whatever happened he would not leave his husband to deal with it alone.

Which was wonderful and all but Shen Qingqiu was just freaking out more. With Luo Binghe constantly hovering about he couldn’t even change his inner garments, nor could he get time alone to get somewhat familiar with the changes in his body.

His saving grace was that Luo Binghe had to leave in the early afternoon to attend to some business with Mobei-jun. Shen Qingqiu sighed out loud when his husband left, breathing in the air of solidarity and exhaling warily as the ringing of his ears amplified.

There was nothing he could do, Shen Qingqiu reminded himself. He couldn’t just magically stop his bodily functions after all. So he decided; when Luo Binghe comes back and takes him into their private quarters for their daily session, Shen Qingqiu would tell him the truth.  

… and wait for judgment.

Shen Qingqiu snorted. It wasn’t like Luo Binghe would harm him, and he knew it. His fear rather stemmed from not wanting to be a grade A disappointment. And even though a tiny voice was calling him a stupid idiot in the back of his head, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t quite shake off his anxiety.

In contrast to his inner state, the house was quiet and calm. Something Shen Qingqiu badly needed. He asked the maids to prepare him a bath before he slid the doors closed behind himself. Their shared bedroom was clean to the point where even a fly could slip - Luo Binghe cleaned it just two days ago after all and the sheets were changed yesterday by the maids.

Shen Qingqiu walked up to the wardrobe and pulled out a pastel green bathrobe made of silk and detailed embroidery on its sleeves and a pair of matching slippers. After a bit of hesitation, he also grabbed a jar of rosehip seed oil from one of the drawers.

If he was going to do the confession of the century he might as well look and smell amazing!

He knew he was being overly dramatic, but at this point, he didn’t know how else to cope with the doubts of his heart.

So he bathed. Scrubbed himself clean from head to toe. He couldn’t help refraining himself from coaxing another drop or two from his nipples, entirely fascinated with the phenomenon even if it was accompanied by the lightest of ache. His only hope was that Luo Binghe would at least share his fascination if nothing else.

Then he washed his hair with Luo Binghe’s favorite hair balm that left his hair smelling like a mixture of sweet herbs. And after drying his skin he massaged rosehip seed oil into his skin, from neck and down.

It took up roughly two incense stick burning time for him to finish it all. Donned in the rich silk bathrobe, he sat on the edge of their huge bed and was slowly combing his damp locks like some sort of diva in a drama after her husband left her.

To his surprise, the sun was already setting by the time Luo Binghe came back. He looked somewhat exhausted but he still had a bright smile on his lips and arms a familiar brand of warmth around Shen Qingqiu’s frame. “Shizun, forgive this useless disciple for leaving you alone for so long. Did you miss me as I missed you?”

“What nonsense,” Shen Qingqiu muttered under his breath. “I can handle myself for a few hours Binghe.”

There was another blinding smile thrown his way. “But did you miss me?”   

“Oh sush, you. Go and clean up. I have something of a - present for Binghe. If one could call it that.” Shen Qingqiu spoke slowly, his heart beat picking up slightly. The moment of truth was fast approaching and he was not ready.

“A present?” Luo Binghe perked up and simultaneously let the hug go. “Shizun has a present for this disciple? What a coincidence! I have also prepared a surprise gift for Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu arched a singular eyebrow. Well, that indeed was a coincidence, although he was sure the nature of their presents couldn’t be more different. “Is that so? Then I shall look at it after Binghe is done with his evening routine.”

As Luo Binghe was ushered towards the bathroom and Shen Qingqiu was left alone his anxiety just spiked to new levels. He tried to mediate but his feet were jumpy and his jaw hurt from flexing so much, instead, he stood up and walked up and down in a deliberate fashion.

Anything was better than staying still. Call it a fight or flight response, but Shen Qingqiu’s entire nervous system was on high edge unable to sit still. He almost didn’t notice Luo Binghe standing in the doorway watching him.

Shen Qingqiu thought he saw a crease of worry between Luo Binghe’s eyebrows but it disappeared as the demon lord stepped fully into the room. “Evening Shizun. I’m finally ready to give you my full attention.”

“Yes. Good evening.” There was a long pause after that. Shen Qingqiu wanted to cringe at himself for being so awkward.

Luo Binghe blinked, doing a double take at him but didn’t say anything. He was holding a medium-sized box in his hands, wrapped in a silken cloth and tied with a tassel at its top. It looked luxurious just from the way it was wrapped and Shen Qingqiu was already contemplating what could it hide in the inside.

“Shizun looks tense. Ever since morning, actually,” Luo Binghe placed the box on the table and carefully took a step closer to Shen Qingqiu. “Is it perhaps because of the present you prepared for me? If so would Shizun like to go first -?”

No!” Shen Qingqiu almost yelled his answer before realizing what he had done. Clearing his throat he answered on a more leveled tone. “That’s - no, Binghe. My surprise is a bit … elaborate and requires attention so... we should go with yours- I mean if Binghe doesn’t mind of course.”

Luo Binghe offered him a gentle smile. “Of course not, Shizun. As you wish.”

He then beckoned Shen Qingqiu closer to the table. The peak lord sent a glance at his husband who suddenly looked a bit less confident but still anticipant, and began to slowly unwrap the present. But right before he could have taken off the lid of the box Luo Binghe spoke.

“This humble one hopes it is to Shizun’s liking,” he was twiddling his thumbs as he spoke. “I tried to make it as Shizun described it previously, although it's something I have never worked with before.”

With burning curiosity, Shen Qingqiu lifted the lid and gasped in surprise. There on a plate were various shaped cookies, all clumsily covered in the brown gold of mankind known as chocolate.

Shen Qingqiu hasn’t seen or eaten chocolate ever since he transmigrated into this world. It was his one big regret for a very long time now, for he dearly missed the sweetness of chocolate on his tongue. However, it seemed as if in this world no such thing existed. He had cursed Airplane bro quite a few times because of it but ultimately no matter to whom he tried to explain it to, no one knew of such a plant or food.

And now Luo Binghe was presenting a plateful of chocolate sweets to him. Shen Qingqiu was on the verge of crying, his previous worry all but thrown into the back of his mind. Without hesitation, he popped one straight into his mouth and moaned around it when that long-missed flavor met his taste buds.

He was so overjoyed that he didn’t even wait until he swallowed to jump into Luo Binghe’s arms and cry into his neck. “Binghe, you remembered… Thank you, thank you!

The unexpected reaction from Shen Qingqiu had left Luo Binghe gobsmacked. Still, he wrapped his arms around his husband, as he finally lost that unconfident trait from his face. “Of course I remembered. Everything Shizun said to me is remembered. Otherwise, how could I be a good husband for Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu whined into Luo Binghe’s chest, still chewing but feeling the familiar embarrassment building up from how cheesy his husband could get. Instead he concentrated on the taste. The cookie itself was a simple moist sponge cake with chocolate poured over it at least two times because the coating was a tad bit too thick, but for Shen Qingqiu it was the most delicious thing in the whole wide world.

He kept chewing, deliberate and savoring like he never wanted that mouthful of chocolate to disappear. When the silence kept dragging on Luo Binghe asked. “Is it to Shizun’s liking?”

The peak lord nodded. “It’s the best . Binghe could feed these to me for the rest of my life next to every meal and I wouldn’t have a word of complaint.” Shen Qingqiu admitted after he finally swallowed everything. He was still clinging to his husband, for he didn’t know how else to express his gratefulness.

Luo Binghe laughed, his chest vibrated against Shen Qingqiu’s cheek. “Shizun, variety is important. But if you like it so much I will make it every time you request it.”

“I’m in good hands. I trust Binghe to spoil me.”

“Anytime,” Luo Binghe pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Shen Qingqiu’s head. The action left Shen Qingqiu’s heart all mushy and weak.

“How did Binghe even manage to make chocolate? I have searched high and low for years and have found nothing.”

“This disciple didn’t have an easy time either,” Luo Binghe confessed, yet there was no hint of displeasure in his voice about the difficulty of the mission. “But making good use of my demonic retainers and their knowledge I managed to find a plant native in a land across the fiery sea to the south. Shizun said, in his world chocolate came from a plant’s seed named cacao tree. My retainers brought me all types of seeds collected from undocumented plants, and I experimented until it was a success.”

Shen Qingqiu never quite knew the exact steps to make chocolate but for Luo Binghe to succeed while barely having any concrete instructions. It was a damn miracle. Luo Binghe was truly a miracle worker. It made Shen Qingqiu’s heart fill with even more appreciation and love towards his stubborn husband.

“Mobei-jun’s and his consort’s help was essential. I will have to reward them for their trouble,” Luo Binghe added as if he felt guilty for taking all the credit.

Like a lightbulb going off above Shen Qingqiu’s head, he realized something. “So at that time when we- when Mobei-jun interrupted us was because of this?”

“Yes,” Luo Binghe nodded bashfully. “It was taking so long, this lord commanded Mobei-jun to immediately report to me if there was progress. But in the end, I only managed to make Shizun angry at me...”

This man, really!

Shen Qingqiu’s heart was bursting, overflowing, absolutely and irrevocably overtaken by love that it cleared his mind, and emptied his head and the next thing he remembered was that there were a pair of lips against his and a tongue in his mouth. Shortly after, he was falling backward until he laid on the soft sheets with Luo Binghe climbing over him with eager moves.  

And then they were kissing again, fiery and passionate yet clumsy all the same. As if neither of them expected this outcome, neither of them prepared. Shen Qingqiu fisted the front of Luo Binghe’s bathrobe and pulled him closer, wanting to feel his weight over his body, needing to feel the heat of skin against skin.

Because Luo Binghe has gone and done it again. He selflessly gave and gave and put Shen Qingqiu first above his own wants and needs, tirelessly time after time, and there was only so much a man can take before going feral.

And now, Shen Qingqiu wanted to give Luo Binghe everything and anything, to make him happy and feel comfortable and cared for. To hold Luo Binghe in his arms and never let him go, and take him away for the world, selfishly keeping him to himself and never letting him get hurt again.

Shen Qingqiu was moaning into his husband’s mouth, nails almost clawing holes into Luo Binghe’s robes in his desperation. When Luo Binghe tried to break the kiss Shen Qingqiu all but panicked, winding his limbs around the man like a koala. He was the sticky one now. He was the one who once given an inch took a mile.

Luo Binghe laughed into the kiss, the sound rich and touching Shen Qingqiu in his very core. And when Luo Binghe let his weight be crashed against him, bringing them chest to chest, Shen Qingqiu abruptly paused.

He almost forgot! The thing that made him jittery all day - his little “surprise” for Luo Binghe. Oh gosh, how could he forget?

Squirming under the hot tongue of Luo Binghe that was exploring the skin on his throat, Shen Qingqiu made a small unsure sound. With a hesitant pat on Luo Binghe’s shoulders, he pleaded, “Binghe, wait, please. I have something- wait please I want to say something.”

The demon lord gave one last peck to his throat before rising onto his elbows above him. “I’m  listening, Shizun.”

Shen Qingqiu gulped upon coming face to face with Luo Binghe’s beauty up close. The crown of Luo Binghe’s cheeks was dusted with redness, his lips shiny with spit, his nose was scattered with the smallest of sun-induced freckles - every single detail of Luo Binghe was perfect.

But the most beautiful part of Luo Binghe were his eyes. They were deep-seated, rich brown and gentle - not the type that jumped from one spot to another but they rested on their targets like they had all the time in the world. Though Luo Binghe’s eyes were, even more, capturing when they went red from his demonic energy. In those times his eyes turned intense and studying that never seemed to miss anything.

Right now as well, a hint of red was saturating them from the earnestness. It was nerve-wracking, to say the least, but Shen Qingqiu took solace in the fact that Luo Binghe loved him, and will continue to love him no matter what.

So with a quiet, trembling breath he spoke, “It’s about Binghe’s present, but Binghe may take it however he wishes. In truth, it’s something I must confess, and hope you will let me finish talking before saying anything.”

Looking slightly taken aback, Luo Binghe still gave him a reassuring nod. “Shizun won’t be interrupted.”

Shen Qingqiu’s throat bobbed before continuing. “Something has changed in my body.”

When Luo Binghe’s eyes began to widen with worry Shen Qingqiu quickly went on before he got interrupted and interrogated. “That being said, it’s not a bad change. I’m not sick or anything of the sort, Binghe shall be reassured. But it’s… still a change.”

There was a beat of silence.

Shen Qingqiu averted his eyes, unable to hold Luo Binghe’s glowing red ones any longer. “Binghe and this husband has been engaging in… certain new pleasures in the past few weeks. I’m sure you know which one I’m talking about. That’s why- I mean that our activities were the, well, the source of the said change.”

There followed more silence, and Shen Qingqiu wanted to die. Just say it, the voice in his mind screamed at him. But it wasn’t so simple! There was no good way to phrase it! Every word combination suddenly sounded totally kindergarten-grade level and embarrassing in his ears.

Luo Binghe gently nudged his flaming cheek with his nose, an air of breath away from whining. “Shizun, show me?”

Shen Qingqiu exhaled. Yes. That might just work. Don’t say anything, just show. So he nodded, indicating his agreement, though his heart continued to pump so loud he feared it will jump through his ribcage.

Luo Binghe rose to his hands before sitting back on his heels, his thighs still caging Shen Qingqiu’s waist. The peak lord’s fingers trembled as they undid his slash and pulled it open. The gentlest of shivers run through Shen Qingqiu as his bare chest was greeted with air.

Luo Binghe didn’t move the entire time, didn’t say a word either. He just stared, curious and concerned, though his eyes were also perfectly reflecting his innermost awakening desire at the sight in front of him.

Shen Qingqiu would know; he caught a glimpse of those eyes before hastily looking away again. With an inward cry, he decided to go for it. His long, thin fingers came to map around his own chest before deftly closing around his swollen nipples. He dared to steal one last glance at his husband’s face - Luo Binghe’s eyes were entirely focused on his fingers.


With a final resolution, Shen Qingqiu turned his head away and pinched his areolas. This time he wasn’t looking down at his chest, but he could still feel the gentle tingling sensation right before the wetness came.

Shen Qingqiu heard the sharp intake of breath from Luo Binghe and so he squeezed his eyes closed. He couldn’t bring himself to sneak a glance anymore in fear of seeing repulsion on the face that has been looking at him with nothing but gentleness before.  

And to his absolute horror, Luo Binghe stayed silent. After that initial sharp breathing, there was no reaction. Shen Qingqiu didn’t know whether it was because Luo Binghe didn’t know what to say or because he was deciding what to think about this all, but nevertheless, it was eating away at Shen Qingqiu’s nerves.

Blinking his eyes open Shen Qingqiu bit his lips. He still didn’t dare to turn to face Luo Binghe though. “This is the change.” His voice was a mere whisper. “It seems this husband’s body is capable of things under Binghe’s touch I never thought possible before.”

And as if to demonstrate one more time Shen Qingqiu pressed his fingers down again until more milk wetted his chest. And then finally Luo Binghe moved, his hot palms hold onto Shen Qingqiu’s waist before sliding up at his sides until they came to stop right on the outer side of Shen Qingqiu’s swollen and now messy breasts.

“Binghe please say something -” Shen Qingqiu was begging.

“Show me again.” Luo Binghe ordered, cutting into his husband’s words. There were disbelief and eagerness in his tone that made Shen Qingqiu brave enough to turn his head forward and look into his husband’s eyes.


Luo Binghe wasn’t disgusted at all. His cheeks have darkened, pupils were blown wide and lips kept twitching, parting and closing like he wanted to do something he wasn’t allowed to. Luo Binghe looked elated as he was careful as if he didn’t quite believe his eyes just yet.

The sight filled Shen Qingqiu with warmth in his heart again, an intense reassurance that left him feeling boneless. All that worrying throughout the whole day really was for nothing. He should have trusted his husband more, to know that Luo Binghe would never hate him. Especially not over something he can’t control. So, with renewed confidence Shen Qingqiu worked his nipples again a few more times, coaxing more milk to trickle out and trying to hold back his barely-there whimpers at the stimuli.

That seemed to snap Luo Binghe out of his stupor. He scrambled to lower himself over Shen Qingqiu again, not yet touching him but letting himself close enough that his breath fanned his husband’s skin and falling hair tickling Shen Qingqiu’s sides. “Shizun, would you let this husband? I would do anything Shizun… just let me close. Shizun, let this disciple clean you, please you, taste you- Shizun I will die if you deny me now… Shizun, Shizun, Shizun...

Shen Qingqiu’s faced burned and it only increased the more Luo Binghe begged. Did he not have any face to save?! He was the supreme demon lord yet here he was behaving like a dying man in a desert that just spotted a well.

Binghe …” Shen Qingqiu wanted to chide his husband for his shameless mouth but the look of a tortured puppy on Luo Binghe’s face was hard to stay angry at. Instead, hot embarrassment took over, making him trying to hide his face and muttering, “Don’t.”

“Shizun. A-Yuan, you’re everything to me. Nothing compares,” Luo Binghe’s eyes were deep red, his voice rumbling and heavy with the weight of his emotions. “I want you in every way, every day. Anything you give I take happily. And you have never looked so tempting, so delicious than you do now. Please… I’m begging you, don’t deprive me.”

Shen Qingqiu felt one of his wrists being taken into a gentle hold and lifted up towards Luo Binghe. The peak lord took a shuddering breath when his husband licked the moisture off his fingers, and cursed himself for bodily reacting to it. But weeks worthy of habit was hard to shake off, and Shen Qingqiu could feel his nipples standing hard and begging for the attention that was currently given to his fingers.

“Shizun is the sweetest thing,” Luo Binghe groaned, letting Shen Qingqiu’s hand fall away before picking up the other.

Shen Qingqiu was trembling, watching in a trace how Luo Binghe’s pink tongue swirled around his fingers chasing the remnants of milk on them. It made him itch and left him needing. His whole body was strung up on desire, yet the bonelessness from prior left him feeling like he had just run twenty laps around Qing Jing Peak with no leftover energy whatsoever.

With a soft pop, Luo Binghe released his finger from his mouth and gently laid it down too. His voice was whiny, “ Shizun.”

In Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, he looked desperate, like a starved dog ready to jump at the piece of meat dangled in front of him. The entirety of Luo Binghe’s body was tensing, muscles taut yet he still didn’t move to touch him. He was obediently waiting for Shen Qingqiu’s signal, which further pleased the peak lord.

It made Shen Qingqiu want to spoil him, give him what he wants. So with trembling hands, he cupped Luo Binghe’s face, and wordlessly guided it closer to his chest. His whisper was quieter than usual but he was sure Luo Binghe heard him, “Gently.”

Luo Binghe descended immediately after given permission, tongue eagerly licking up the dense liquid from Shen Qingqiu’s skin. True to his words he didn’t stop until he cleaned up all the spilled milk, groaning in desire at the taste. And then Luo Binghe continued teasing Shen Qingqiu’s erect nipples by flicking and licking at them until Shen Qingqiu was left shaking and choking out tiny noises of pleasure.

“Shizun, Shizun… tastes so perfect. So sweet,” Luo Binghe confessed like a shy schoolgirl with a crush, yet there was a blissed and almost ravenous quality to it.

Shen Qingqiu felt like dying from how shamefully turned on he was. Being called teacher in such context truly left him trembling from embarrassment, but that inner incubus of his was purring in perverse delight. There really was no escape.

As he was still thinking that through a warm, wet mouth was placed around one of his nipples and began sucking away. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t hold back his moan, his fingers tangling into his husband’s hair and holding on for dear life.

The trembling of his body began again, stronger this time. What he was feeling was difficult to describe, even though partly it felt familiar. The sensation of a hot tongue swiping around his nipple and lips sucking at it was the same - it was the feeling of something moving within and through that tiny channel that was unfamiliar. It was also vaguely uncomfortable like he was doing something that was against nature.

“You are so amazing,” Luo Binghe rose up enough to talk and licked his own lips. “So good for this disciple.”

He looked absolutely wild with that smile on his face before diving back down. The next suck was harsher than the previous ones leaving Shen Qingqiu arching into the bed with pained whimpers on his lips.

“Binghe, it hurts.

“Sorry, A-Yuan. I’m useless,” Luo Binghe immediately let go, murmuring against his swollen nipple, leaving tiny pecks as apologies. There weren’t any tears in his eyes but he still looked crestfallen. “I’ve caused you pain. Please punish this incompetent one!”

Shen Qingqiu squirmed under Luo Binghe’s weight, before relaxing back against the sheets. Exasperated he tapped Luo Binghe’s forehead with his index finger. “What is Binghe saying?”

But Luo Binghe seemed unrelenting. “Please teach me how to do this! Teach me how to do it right so this one doesn’t hurt Shizun anymore.”

“Just… don’t suck only. Use your lips more,” Shen Qingqiu beseeched, twisting his upper body so that it was his other nipple served up and ready. Luo Binghe found his eyes and nodded determinedly. The following tries were clumsy and careful.

There either were no suction at all only an awkward massage done by lips, or there was only sucking but that proved unsatisfactory for both of them. Because one, it only made Shen Qingqiu feel ache and two, barely any milk was coming out.

It made Shen Qingqiu frustrated. He was fantasizing about spoiling and breastfeeding Luo Binghe and how it will feel soothing and maybe even sexually satisfying, but reality proved that they were both laughably helpless at it.

Shen Qingqiu had half a mind to ask Luo Binghe to summon Sha Hualing over and teach them both, but imagining how utterly embarrassing that would be had repudiated the idea as quickly as it came. So there laid Shen Qingqiu, discontented and desperate which may have came out as a roused groan.

Luo Binghe ceased his ministrations immediately, looking up at him in concern. “Does it hurt again, A-Yuan? Just say the word, and I will stop.”

Shen Qingqiu’s annoyance melted away at the concern. He shook his head, and cradled Luo Binghe’s cheek in one hand. This man loved and cared for him so much, it almost felt overwhelming. “Doesn’t hurt. But still feels uncomfortable… like the latching is not perfect.”

Luo Binghe nodded with eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t go back at once to try again, instead was obviously thinking about what Shen Qingqiu just said and attempting to figure out what he was doing wrong and how to fix it.

Shen Qingqiu was thoroughly endeared at the sight, watching his husband doing his best for his sake. It gave the peak lord a rush of determination too. They have come all this way. If anyone, Luo Binghe can figure this out. He was the protagonist with the mighty Goldfinger who have solved all sort of difficult and dangerous problems before. Figuring this out should be a piece of cake, especially if Shen Qingqiu were to assist him.

“Let me show you again, Binghe,” he called his husband and pushed him away a little bit for space. “Maybe you can figure out how to move your lips if you watch how I mil- I do it.”

It was too embarrassing to say ‘milk myself’ even though he was sure Luo Binghe wouldn’t have minded what term he used either way.

“This disciple won’t let Shizun’s lesson go to waste!” Binghe, don’t phrase it like that!

Shen Qingqiu was too shy to keep watching Luo Binghe’s face so he instead focused on his husband’s collar bones and the well-defined pectorals that were peeking out from his sleeping robe.

He started to move his fingers around his swollen little breast slowly, coaxing out milk of a consistency of liquid cream. He sighed, swallowing down a sound. When done this way, it truly didn’t hurt only felt a bit weird - but that was to be expected. He only just started lactating today after all.

Shen Qingqiu did it for a while until his skin was a mess again while some began to trail down his ribs and soak his own robes plastered underneath him. He almost forgot Luo Binghe was watching him, with such a level of focus that he only displayed while he battled a particularly strong enemy.  

“Do you think it was helpful?” Shen Qingqiu asked, genuinely wanting to know.

“Yes.” Luo Binghe nodded, looking a little more sure of himself than previously. “Would Shizun let me try again?”

Shen Qingqiu wordlessly pulled his hands away to give access to his naked chest. Luo Binghe gulped, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his features. So Shen Qingqiu said, without using any titles or invocation, “I trust you, Binghe.”

“Shizun…” Luo Binghe leaned down and circled his arms underneath Shen Qingqiu’s back before lifting him up into a sitting pose, much to the peak lord’s surprise. Shen Qingqiu was further manhandled until he was comfortably leaning against pillows at the head of the bed with Luo Binghe draped over his lap like some sort of overgrown pet.

When the demon lord leaned in and placed his lips around his nipple, while his somewhat coarse fingertips hold the swollen breast in a gentle but firm way, Shen Qingqiu braced himself for more pain but to his delight, it didn’t come.

Luo Binghe began to massage his chest the same way Shen Qingqiu did just before; first pressing down slightly spreading the pressure before rising back up in a pinching motion. He only sucked when his fingers were coming up and milk was flowing out from the stimuli.

Shen Qingqiu gasped breathlessly as he felt an abundant amount of foremilk leaving his small breast at this combined effort. It was easily the most he gave in one go since they started, all without feeling discomfort. It was magical, tingling yet softly arousing, but what really made Shen Qingqiu’s heart soar was that Luo Binghe found the right technique within such a short amount of time.

Luo Binghe hummed around the bud, almost noisily swallowing it down before repeating the same motions with an equal amount of carefulness. And just like before, Shen Qingqiu could feel himself giving away milk, his nipple sensitive but loosened enough for its job.

On the third repeat, Shen Qingqiu shuddered when Luo Binghe managed to shift into an even better angle which left Shen Qingqiu literally squirting milk into his husband’s awaiting mouth.

Binghe… ” He didn’t know what to say, but he wanted to express how satisfying that felt. How incredibly happy it made him to be able to service Luo Binghe with his body - in this new way especially.

Luo Binghe hummed again, the vibration against his well-loved nipple sent a shiver down Shen Qingqiu’s spine. He clumsily combed his fingers into his husband’s hair and just admired how damn good Luo Binghe looked while drinking his fill. Like he belonged there, moving with increasing assurance as if it was within his right to satisfy his hunger on Shen Qingqiu’s tiny milk-engorged breasts.

Shen Qingqiu bit back a rather needy moan. He was right. Luo Binghe did look great no matter what he did, but this activity, in particular, was making Shen Qingqiu sing in his head and fight tears of joy. A fight he was apparently losing because his vision soon became hazy from tears.

“Binghe, I l-love you and... I want to give you everything.”

Luo Binghe peeked up at him, his - now again deep brown - eyes twinkled from unsaid emotions. Finishing the one last suck he sat up and cupped Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks in his big palms, bringing their foreheads together. “Shizun, please don’t cry. I have never had a present as meaningful and as appreciated as the one A-Yuan gave me tonight.”

Shen Qingqiu wanted to hide his face when he felt more tears flowing but he didn’t want to turn away from Luo Binghe either. “I’m crying because I’m happy.”

With a croon, Luo Binghe nuzzled his nose against Shen Qingqiu’s. “Shizun showing me this face, and tells me these words… the fact that this useless me has A-Yuan to love me and care for me is the greatest honor and the greatest happiness. Being allowed even this - tasting A-Yuan’s life-giving essence - I would do anything you ask for if only to request to never be divested of your love.”

Blinking tears out of his eyes, Shen Qingqiu managed a small smile. He was feeling incredibly soft inside out, too soft to even really feel embarrassment at Luo Binghe’s choice of words. “Binghe is my husband. Only you have the right to- to do it… and you may ask anytime.”

Luo Binghe released a breath he seemed to be holding. This time he was the one who was tearing up, yet kept cradling Shen Qingqiu’s face as it he wanted to protect him. Seeing his puppy of a husband crying big fat tears because he was happy, punched the peak lord square in his heart.

Ah, what a ridiculous situation. What a ridiculously cute husband! Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help himself, a chuckle escaped his lips. Luo Binghe soon followed as if sensing their ridiculousness too, soft, breathless bursts of laughter being added to the mix.

The mood was precious. Not even a trace of their previous vexation was remaining in the air.

When both of them dried their tears up, Shen Qingqiu nudged Luo Binghe on the shoulder. “Binghe said you would do anything this husband asked.”

With a firm nod, Luo Binghe replied. “Yes. Shizun say the word. What do you need?”

Shen Qingqiu bit his lips trying not to burst into laughter. Then, with a fake air of trepidation, he spoke, “Well... it’s not fair Binghe got to have his sugar and I don’t. I demand more of the chocolate Binghe made.”

A gorgeous smile stretched across Luo Binghe’s lips. “Right away, Shizun.” He then slipped off the bed to walk back over to the table, giving Shen Qingqiu a show as his robe slid off his shoulders, revealing broad back and delicious triceps.

It wasn’t hard to give in to the temptation of getting an eyeful. Luo Binghe had the body of a male ideal. Firm muscle all around, broad shoulders, trim waist with a sinful v-line, firm buttocks and thighs that were just made for sitting on. Shen Qingqiu definitely enjoyed using Luo Binghe’s thighs as his personal seat, though he didn’t indulge himself too often in fear he won’t be able to control himself and just turn into a thirsty bitch in heat.

Something, he was sure Luo Binghe wouldn’t mind at all - okay maybe only that degrading name he just called his imaginary self. But other than that? Definitely not.

Shen Qingqiu just finished ranking his eyes down his husband’s form when Luo Binghe got the plate and turned around. There was a knowing smile on the demon lord’s lips. He probably was aware that Shen Qingqiu was checking him out, and in turn, it made him smug.  

“Here’s Shizun’s chocolate.” He sat next to Shen Qingqiu, holding the wide plate out to him.

The peak lord made a show about judging the cookies’ shape and color before picking one and eating it slowly. Luo Binghe watched him, his eyes speaking of his love and lingering desire yet entirely comfortable to just sit there and watch Shen Qingqiu eat.

“Can this disciple ask something?”

“Ask away,” Shen Qingqiu nodded.

“Chocolate is a dessert from Shizun’s world, so you know it best. What do people drink next to chocolate? I tried it numerous times as I was making it, but neither wine nor tea really suits the flavor.”

Shen Qingqiu frowned. Did Luo Binghe really not know? The answer was so simple. “Mostly, people drink milk with chocolate. Some drink water and even wine. But mostly milk because of the contrasting tastes and non-alcoholic solution.”

He didn’t notice how Luo Binghe’s eyes became darker and flickered down to his chest. Only when he reached for another cookie and his wrist was caught did Shen Qingqiu notice the shift in mood.

“Would Shizun let this disciple demonstrate the knowledge he just learned?” Luo Binghe asked but didn’t wait for an answer as he brought the cookie Shen Qingqiu was holding to his lips and bit into it. For a second or two Shen Qingqiu’s brain was blank, not understanding what was going on. What? New knowledge? Then he felt his cheeks color again upon the realization of where this was going and was left fidgeting in anticipation.

Luo Binghe kept eye contact the whole time he was chewing while crawling closer. Shen Qingqiu didn’t even see when he put the plate down and at this point, it didn’t even matter. The robes he fixed somewhat were coaxed off his shoulders again in record time and as soon as Luo Binghe’s throat bobbed around the swallow, he latched himself onto Shen Qingqiu’s other nipple.

The sensations were back and so was Shen Qingqiu’s desire to provide and indulge even though he knew it was going to come back and bite him in the ass later if he just let Luo Binghe get away with everything. But it was just today that he started lactating. They both were new to it, so Shen Qingqiu decidedly didn’t care to stop his husband.

Was it possible that Luo Binghe’s technique improved since they stopped a few minutes ago? Luo Binghe and his ridiculous protagonist skills! Shen Qingqiu didn’t even finish that train of thought when he lost it already as his husband was greedily plastered to his chest and that unfairly talented tongue demanded his attention.

Luo Binghe managed to make him squirt milk almost every other pump, drinking his mouthfuls faithfully - not letting a single drop go to waste. Shen Qingqiu was breathing slightly uneven, hitching every once in a while and letting out tiny pleased noises - ones he himself wasn’t quite aware of.

Because he was entirely lost in his head, hazy with delirious satisfaction seeing and experiencing what he had been longing for. And now, that they were getting the hang of it and managing without him hurting, Shen Qingqiu could lean back and truly enjoy the act of servicing his husband. His heart was beating with contentment, seeing how he could now provide for Luo Binghe in a way no one else could.

When it was over Shen Qingqiu needed a few seconds to compose himself. Thankfully Luo Binghe was taking his time in rising up and detaching himself from his husband’s body. And when he did, he deliberately gulped the last of the mouthful slowly while holding Shen Qingqiu’s eyes captive.

It was both indecent and unfairly hot.

“Shizun is truly wise, knowing the answers even to culinary questions. I have been enlightened,” Luo Binghe said in a drawl, looking like a cat that just got cream. In fact, he did push his tongue out to lap up the remnant of milk from his lips.

“Shameless,” Shen Qingqiu retorted, averting his eyes.

“This one stands accused and is found guilty. Shizun should punish me.” Luo Binghe said all with a wide self-satisfied smile on his face.

Shen Qingqiu wasn’t even surprised anymore. He pointedly pulled his robes closed. “Very well. As Binghe’s punishment, this master will refrain from allowing Binghe to touch me for the entirety of three days.”

Nothing could have wiped the smirk off Luo Binghe’s face faster. He bodily threw himself across Shen Qingqiu’s legs, face in the sheets and hands clasped together in a begging form. “Mercy Shizun! I have been enlightened! I have reflected on my actions and I’m begging for a lighter punishment!”

It was hard to keep a poker face through it all. When it came to him, Luo Binghe really didn’t have a bottom line, did he? Shen Qingqiu inwardly shook his head.

“Rise Binghe. It's unseemly for you to be sniveling at my feet like this.”

Luo Binghe was stubborn, however. “Not until Shizun lessens my punishment!”

“But Binghe was the one who asked for one,” Shen Qingqiu enjoyed this game of tag, innocently knocking his head to the side.

“This husband was foolish and is begging for Shizun’s benevolence!” Luo Binghe was grabbing fistfuls of the soft silk robe Shen Qingqiu was wearing. “How am I to satisfy Shizun’s needs and wants if I’m not allowed to touch you?”

“Binghe’s character is truly noble.” Shen Qingqiu nodded along, reaching a hand out to pat Luo Binghe’s fluffy head. “Worrying not about himself but my comfort even now. How could I not have my heart moved?”

When a hand hooked under Luo Binghe’s chin and coaxed him to look up from where he was still kneeling, he went obediently. Beseeching beautiful eyes stared back into Shen Qingqiu’s own. Feeling coy, Shen Qingqiu licked his lips and leaned in to whisper into his husband’s ear. “My chest feels itchy from all this mess. Should Binghe help me relieve it, I will consider revoking my decision.”

That’s how he found himself on his back with Luo Binghe lapping at his skin with his sinful tongue and sneakily getting a mouthful here and there when Shen Qingqiu wasn’t looking. Not like Luo Binghe hoped to be completely unnoticed, as it was pretty much impossible for Shen Qingqiu not to be aware that his husband was adamant on getting more than what he bargained for, but there was a thrill in disobedience. Especially if it involved teasing that lofty mask off Shen Qingqiu’s lovely face or coaxing more of those broken little moans out of him.  

And tonight, it seemed as if Shen Qingqiu didn’t have a bottom line for Luo Binghe’s antics either. Being truly happy and content, Shen Qingqiu seemingly couldn’t bring himself to care about keeping up appearances and pretending to not like Luo Binghe’s pushiness.

Seeing his most beloved person finally shedding the layers of self-depreciation and anxiety-induced fears and baring himself - the real him - indulging Luo Binghe and encouraging flirty behavior even if shyly, it rendered Luo Binghe completely love-struck. One would think a heart already so full of love and adoration couldn’t possibly swell further, but reality proved otherwise.

Luo Binghe has only ever fallen in love with one person. But for that one, he had fallen hard and multiple times - each deeper than the previous until there was absolutely no room left for anyone else in his heart. Shen Qingqiu - or rather, Shen Yuan, was his light in the dark, the shelter in the rain, the sole reason for his life.

There can be no one else only Shen Yuan. If it wasn’t him, Luo Binghe didn’t want anyone else.

For no one else could love him like Shen Yuan did. No one else who understood him like Shen Yuan did. And most certainly no one made him this happy.

Luo Binghe had since long resigned to the fact that he could not have the same experiences regarding earthly pleasures or other doting gestures as traditional married men since he fell for a man.

And Luo Binghe was content with that. He didn’t care what he “missed” out as long as he had Shen Qingqiu by his side holding his hand. Their bond, their relationship was different from the norm but what they had was precious, and just as real as anyone else’s.

Still, when Shen Yuan shed his robes and showed him the surprise, Luo Binghe almost lost his mind right there and then. Because Luo Binghe has already given up on many things he as a youth dreamed of having with his future spouse. Things like quickies due to the need for prep, or getting to watch his partner grow round with his child or getting sips at breasts full of mother’s milk.

But Shen Yuan was a miracle. His entire existence was like a divine gift to Luo Binghe. And Shen Yuan gifted him something that Luo Binghe thought he could never have.

Back at that time, when they were locked in a passionate embrace and Shen Yuan lost in the haze of it all mumbled about his deepest desires amongst tears, Luo Binghe realized he wasn’t the only one with unfulfilled wants and dreams. Therefore, like a good husband, Luo Binghe tried his best to adhere to his husband’s needs by making him feel wanted and desired in that way too even if physically they couldn’t quite meet the qualifications.

Luo Binghe didn’t care about the details, all he ever wanted was to make his husband, his precious A-Yuan the happiest man alive. In turn, he wasn’t expecting to be made the happiest man. But now, he couldn’t get enough.

Luo Binghe knew he will need to stop sooner or later and let Shen Qingqiu rest, but until he wasn’t pushed away he refused to leave this heaven for anything else. He simply couldn’t. How could he? It was a wish come true, one deeply hidden in a distant corner of his heart, resigned to never happen, yet Shen Qingqiu proved him wrong.

And he loved his husband with an overwhelming passion for it. There were no words to describe how Luo Binghe was feeling. He kept clinging to Shen Qingqiu, arms holding tight and body purposefully placed to press his husband into the sheets. It wasn’t a conscious deed but stemmed from Luo Binghe’s wish to never be parted from Shen Qingqiu, to have nothing and no one to take Shen Qingqiu away from him.

He didn’t remember how long they laid there, with his face buried in Shen Qingqiu’s chest. Somewhere along the line, the fire burning within Luo Binghe’s heart calmed, and his mouth slowed as he failed to coax out more of Shen Qingqiu’s sweetness from the doubtlessly oversensitive buds.

But Luo Binghe wasn’t worrying. Shen Qingqiu was a first timer in the matters of lactation, and this was his very first day of milking. Luo Binghe had no qualms about training his husband’s body with further massage and gentle play to get more of his brand new favorite taste on his tongue.

For the time being, however, Luo Binghe was satisfied. Shen Qingqiu did wonderfully too. He bore the demon lord’s insistent touches and greedy mouth without a word of complaint or making an attempt to shy away.

Actually, Shen Qingqiu seemed to bask in the attention. The peak lord kept cradling his husband’s face and petting his hair through the whole thing while whimpering on the quietest, most docile voice. Luo Binghe’s heart filled to the brim, because to him it sounded like the most demure of songs. He wasn’t sure Shen Qingqiu was even aware he was making the noises.

Nonetheless, Luo Binghe was very proud and very much enamored.

Outside the sun has long set, grasshoppers’ chirping was filtering inside and Shen Qingqiu was blinking down at him with a sleepy but content smile. Even his voice is like a breathy sigh, barely disturbing the peaceful atmosphere. “Are you happy?”

Luo Binghe hummed, readjusting his pose so that his face was buried into his husband’s neck instead. Shen Qingqiu curled into him, his hands coming around to loosely hold Luo Binghe’s shoulders.

“I am. A-Yuan made me very happy today.” Luo Binghe admitted, eyelids drooping closed.

Shen Qingqiu released a soft sigh. His chin rested against Luo Binghe’s crown of hair, and whispered like he was telling a secret, “I haven’t been this happy in a while either.”

Luo Binghe hummed again, to indicate he was listening, that he understood. Because he himself felt the same. The peak lord was silent after that, his breathing even to the point Luo Binghe thought he fell asleep. He himself was on the verge of giving in to the sweet call of sleep when he heard a quiet confession.

“Binghe has always been an intense lover but I- I’m not good at showing what I feel. So I figured if… if I could give you my everything that would be really good,” Shen Qingqiu gulped, carefully silent. His fingers continued petting Luo Binghe’s mane of hair. “I’ve dreamt of this, you know? Having Binghe on my chest, giving and taking- leaving both of us satisfied.”

Shen Qingqiu shifted a bit, pulling Luo Binghe closer to him. The demon lord let himself be pulled, carefully investing in the act of sleeping to save Shen Qingqiu the embarrassment of being caught. Though Luo Binghe would have lied if he said he didn’t want to know what his husband had to say for he only did things like this when he felt too anxious to say it to Luo Binghe’s face.

“I’m so happy that I can give this to you, Binghe. I’m happy I can provide for you… I’m happy that you like it too.”     







Shen Qingqiu has never seen such elaborate housewarming party in both of his lives combined - and he had the luck to be rich in both worlds mind you. There was a 12-course meal, with five different types of desserts while one could create an entire lake from the amount of tea and wine that flowed from jugs into cups.

Musicians played calm pieces on their guqins, harps, and flutes somewhere to the side. It gave a fine background noise to the chatter of the guests and the clinking of utensils. Everything was decorated in gallant luxury, the main building including the pathways and the gardens swum in the colors of red and gold, with the lanterns hanging from the ceiling.

Shen Qingqiu raised the teacup he was holding to his lips. Even the ceramics were lined with gold and fire-breathing dragons painted across the sides as if it could enhance the flavors what sort of cup they drank from.

To his left sat Luo Binghe, donned in the finest silk robes. These ones having more red than black to it, but they didn’t diminish anything of Luo Binghe’s impressive aura but enhanced his beauty more. Shen Qingqiu himself chose to match his husband this time, wearing Luo Binghe’s signature black and red, albeit keeping his style of oversized outer robe.

Both of them sat at the head of the hallway-long double row tables overseeing their guests.

Literally, everyone of significance was there. The most trusted demonic retainers, including Mobei-jun, and Sha Hualing, and other supporters and allies of Luo Binghe whose name Shen Qingqiu never bothered to remember. Furthermore, numerous leaders and lords from the human world, as well as the main cultivation sects, appeared.

From Cang Qiong Sect, five peak lords came altogether, including Shang Qinghua who hasn’t quite been an active peak lord for years now. Shen Qingqiu saw Ming Fan and Ning Yingying too in the crowd somewhere chatting with peers of other sects. He made a mental note of finding his disciples later - he wanted to congratulate Ning Yingying on her engagement personally.

Dinner has gone by surprisingly smoothly, considering the fact that the most powerful people gathered here and many had differing opinions. Shen Qingqiu kept polite conversation with Yue Qingyuan who sat to his right, inquiring about the sect’s wellbeing amongst others.

The real challenge came once dinner was done and the guests started mingling together. As hosts of the celebration party, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe had to go around and made small talk with everyone equally, lest they insult someone. Which wasn’t on Shen Qingqiu’s to-do list even if no one truly matched Luo Binghe’s prowess and strength if things were to go south.

It proved harder than Shen Qingqiu thought to keep Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge as far away from each other as possible. Because for one, Liu Qingge seemed to get unreasonably angry every time he saw Luo Binghe hovering around Shen Qingqiu like some irritating fly with a death wish. The metaphor was Liu Qingge’s own make if anyone was wondering.

While Luo Binghe never bothered to hide his distaste towards the war god. Every time Liu Qingge was around Luo Binghe would stuck to Shen Qingqiu like glue not liking the other’s incurable fixation on his husband.

Qi Qingqi got bored half-way through the entire thing and began lowkey trying to find ways to get back at Shang Qinghua for his betrayal. Women and their tenacity for revenge were scary. Shen Qingqiu watched rather helplessly, how Shang Qinghua was loudly complaining about whatever was on his mind at the moment totally unaware of the impending doom behind his back.

One of Luo Binghe’s retainers got into a loud “discussion” with Liu Mingyuan, only for Shen Qingqiu to realize they were talking about the latest volume of that forever cursed <Resentment of Chunsan> with heated enthusiasm when he approached them to break up an impending fight.

Zhuzi-lang was desperately trying to right a dead-drunk Tianlang-jun who was dropping cups, making a mess and walked straight into polite circle of the three nuns, face accidentally landing straight on one of their bosoms. The ladies threatened to cut his dick off. Tianlang-jun proudly declared she could keep it because it would grow back anyway. Swords were drawn.

In short, the party was going great.

Chaotic and stressful, with the usual damage one could book during a party: broken cups, spilled food, ruined table clothes and the floor needing a mopping after someone bled across it from their broken nose. But if one could look past these details the party was enjoyable, if one’s tastes were for luxury and a mind to enjoy mindless gossip.

Shen Qingqiu was aware these kinds of social events and interactions were necessary to maintain their status as the demon lord for Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu as his consort. That didn’t mean he enjoyed them too much though.

By the time he had to break up the fourth less-than-friendly conversations between differing parties, Shen Qingqiu was very ready for the party to end and everyone to go home. He had greeted everyone at least and played his part as Luo Binghe’s only consort faithfully for the past few hours so he didn’t feel too bad about leaving the party behind for a little breather.

Instead of going to the bamboo garden - in which he was sure guests lingered there too - Shen Qingqiu took into the opposite direction. He walked past the smaller lake flanked by the library and the wings for the guest rooms and ducked in between the buildings arriving at a remote little clearing. This one had some flowers planted around, but given how hidden it was between buildings and the wall, it wasn’t as flashy as the front gardens.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the cool wall and took a deep breath. He didn’t mind mingling with people, and catching up with his fellow peak lords but at this time he usually already was dragged off to the master bedroom with Luo Binghe tearing his robes open and-

Shen Qingqiu shook his head. He did no one a favor by getting turned on and then becoming frustrated for not getting his husband’s attention. Luo Binghe was still back there, entertaining the guests and Shen Qingqiu knew he had to head back soon to help him. But damn, he was feeling needy like a neglected housewife who got jealous at guests for taking Luo Binghe’s attention away.

“Shizun? What are you doing out here?” A familiar voice came, warm with affection and spiced with a pinch of worry.

Approval and satisfaction filled Shen Qingqiu all of a sudden. Oh, gods, his husband noticed he disappeared and cared about no one and nothing until he found him, didn’t he? The rational part of Shen Qingqiu screamed at both of them for being so unprofessional. Because if Luo Binghe was here, who was managing the party?!

But seeing Luo Binghe stepping into his space, smelling faintly like wine and earthy musk, Shen Qingqiu cared not for their guests or for formalities.

“Shizun -?”

Shen Qingqiu grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into a hungry kiss. The demon lord made a sound of surprise, which soon turned into throaty rumbles as Luo Binghe reciprocated fire with fire. It was a bruising kiss, full of tongue and teeth to the point of having their mixed saliva trailing down their chin.

“What has gotten A-Yuan so worked up?” Luo Binghe asked on his deliciously deep voice, one that only appeared when he was either in the mood to fight or fuck.

At that realization, a loud groan that left Shen Qingqiu’s throat which surprised them both, but desperation helped the peak lord out of his mortification. With grabby hands, he pulled Luo Binghe flush against him and kissed him again.

Luo Binghe ate his mouth out without finesse, hands firmly settling onto Shen Qingqiu’s waist before lifting him up. The peak lord parted his legs automatically, locking them around Luo Binghe’s waist and gasping when their half-hard erections pressed together.

Their breathing became ragged, hands pulling at each other’s clothes in a flurry of movements to get closer but neither of them dared to take it further. As if somehow they remembered their place and the party from which they were both so inconveniently missing from.

When their lips separated to gulp much-needed oxygen into their lungs,  Shen Qingqiu retorted on a defiant tone, chin tilting to the side, “Can’t I kiss my husband without reason?”

“I missed Shizun too,” Luo Binghe nosed around his husband's throat with a chuckle. Shen Qingqiu shamelessly tilted his head further back to give him room. “I kept thinking of shoving everyone out and fucking you on the table in the middle of the main hall.”

A strong shiver ran through Shen Qingqiu’s spine. He dug his fingers into Luo Binghe’s shoulders, trying to ground himself to reality and their responsibilities that were still awaiting for them in the said main hall, but holy shit , it was hard to keep a clear head with how wonderfully Luo Binghe covered his entire body.

He knew they didn’t have time for the main course but if he didn’t get just a little bit of Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu felt like he will die. So with one hand he clumsily began to pull at his robes, lips finding Luo Binghe’s in an equally clumsy press of lips.

“Binghe can you- ?”

A resounding growl. “ Yes, Shizun.”

“- just for a little bit,” Shen Qingqiu begged against the spit covered lips of his husband, although he had already gotten the promise of a yes.

Their position wasn’t giving much room, and he was working with one hand so he barely managed to pull the many layers of expensive clothes down a single shoulder and freeing a nipple. But it was enough, for Luo Binghe slid his powerful arms under Shen Qingqiu’s buttocks, effortlessly hoisted him further up and closed his lips over the gorgeously blooming bud.

Shen Qingqiu threw his head back, arching into that wet mouth and whimpering incoherent words. Luo Binghe had more practice stocked in his pockets now. The days that followed after the start of Shen Qingqiu’s lactation were filled with him being naked more than he was clothed.

And it showed in Luo Binghe’s drastic increase in skill. He no longer needed the assistance of his hands, Luo Binghe perfectly learned how to use his lips and tongue for the optimal outcome. He learned how to tease, how to just barely press against the right spots for a few drops. He learned how to make Shen Qingqiu see stars without allowing a single drop out, and make his husband tremble under his mercy.

But right now, there was no hesitance, no time for slow and deliberate plays. Luo Binghe firmly worked his lips over the only breast presented to him, milking Shen Qingqiu for what he was worth.

“Ah, ahn - I love you,” Shen Qingqiu managed between his breaths. “Binghe, I love you.”

His fingers fisted into Luo Binghe’s hair pulling him closer, tighter over his engorged breast and delighted in the wonderfully arousing sensation of being relieved of the little weight pooling in his chest. It was a messy affair, with milk spilling past Luo Binghe’s lips and wetting his skin, but it was all the more arousing.

His cock was twitching in his pants, already feeling wet and messy but Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t have stopped for all the tea in China. Oh, how his old self would have cringed, and straight up died if he saw them now, out in the back garden, in a semi-public place engaging in a horribly indecent activity.

The old him would have yelled, and trashed and hit Luo Binghe with his fan until the latter let him go. Shen Qingqiu wanted to laugh at himself. Because the old him was stupid and dictated by fears and societal expectations instead of indulging in what truly made him happy. If only he let himself go sooner, if only he opened his heart and mind to new things with Luo Binghe, he could have had this years earlier.

But there’s always room for change , Shen Qingqiu finished his thought as he went rigid in Luo Binghe’s hold, spilling himself into his pants before going lax. He couldn’t bring himself to feel ashamed for coming so quickly. Luo Binghe was an excellent lover and husband, in every sense.

Shen Qingqiu was trying to keep his voice down as Luo Binghe still chased his release against his clothed ass. His heart was aching with regret over the fact that delicious length wasn’t in him, but he promised himself to shove Luo Binghe down their bed the moment they got rid of all the guests and ride him until dawn. Shen Qingqiu’s ears were clogging up from the force of his own orgasm but he still caught the sound of impending doom, even if a little too late.       

“ - bro, where the heck are you, your husband is going nuts bro ! I swear to god, if you went off and died again in some ditch, I’ll kill myself just so I can slap you in the afterlife!” Shang Qinghua’s voice drew near, along with his footsteps.

For fuck's sake, Airplane bro!

Shen Qingqiu frantically pushed at Luo Binghe’s shoulders, whispering-shouting something about someone coming. Luo Binghe growled in anger and something else, being so close to coming too and forced to stop. None of them reacted fast enough to be able to right themselves before the peak lord of An Ding peak rounded the corner and gotten a very good eyeful of everything.

The three froze in their respective places and positions - Shen Qingqiu still pushed against the wall, one leg wound around Luo Binghe’s waist while the other in a very obvious movement to get down.

Shang Qinghua’s eyes went wide as saucers. Shen Qingqiu tried very hard to bite down the building scream in his throat. But Shang Qinghua beat him to that, yelling in a shrill voice like someone who was getting murdered, hands flying to cover his eyes and already backing away. “Jesus fucking Christ! Why would you do this to me, bro?!”

Luo Binghe glared menacingly, pulling his husband further into his chest.

“Quit screaming and behave like a responsible adult!” Shen Qingqiu hissed, struggling in Luo Binghe’s hold, wanting to be put down and march after the man and strangle him in a little spoon of water for ruining the moment.

“But my eyes! It’s not enough you bent my protagonist, is it? You just had to be thirsty on your own housewarming party!” Shang Qinghua was already out of view yet he still screamed. “No father should see their son like that, bro! You broke the ultimate bro code!”

“There’s no such thing, you useless author!” Shen Qingqiu yelled. Not being let down he began to half-climbing over Luo Binghe’s left shoulder and raising his fist into the air.

“Hey, that’s just being overly rude!” Shang Qinghua sounded from quite far by now, but he still yelled back on an indignant voice.

Shen Qingqiu fumed. “Let me down Binghe. I swear I’ll castrate him.”

“If you do that, this lord will have to fight a duel of honor with Mobei-jun,” Luo Binghe’s voice was strained from the forced stop but he still sounded sort of amused. Shen Qingqiu’s head cleared up a little bit at that. The demonic tradition of a duel of honor was fought to the death - the participants could only leave either as a victor or in a towing cart with a straw-blanket draped over their cold body.

“This master refuses to believe Mobei-jun could be any more than a minor inconvenience to Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu eyed his husband with a mysterious look.

“Of course not. But losing Mobei-jun’s alliance over a matter such a this would pain me.”

“You’re right. Airplane bro surely isn’t worth it,” Shen Qingqiu sighed as his body lost all the fighting spirit from before. Sensing this, Luo Binghe finally lowered him to the ground to stand on his own feet and wordlessly helped right his husband’s robes.

He didn’t even bat an eyelash at the weird terms Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu were throwing at each other, having heard it a few times already. Luo Binghe seemed content knowing that Shang Qinghua always ran with his tail between his legs from his husband.

“Let’s get you back to our room. This husband will wrap the party up.” Luo Binghe coaxed his husband who suddenly looked quite tired.

“That would be wonderful, Binghe. But this husband will come and help you send the guests off.” Shen Qingqiu leaned in to press a soft peck to his husband’s cheek.

“If Shizun is sure,” Luo Binghe smiled charmingly and began to guide their way towards the building.

“Hm. This master is sure,” They further inspected each other, getting rid of the evidence of their little rendezvous. Aside from the reddened cheeks and slightly elevated breathing, nothing was amiss. Shen Qingqiu still worried for Luo Binghe who didn’t get his release, and couldn’t wait until they were left alone to make it up for his husband. If only Shang Qinghua didn’t disturb them, they could’ve both quenched their burning desire even if not for long. Shen Qingqiu promised himself he will pay the favor back one day.

“Can I ask something, Shizun?” The demon lord inquired before they would have entered the main building.

Unsuspecting, Shen Qingqiu nodded. He was still plotting how to sneak laxative into that stupid author’s tea. “Ask away”

“Who is Jesus and Christ? And why is it important that they are fucking?”