After managing to stay conscious through two rounds with Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu is satisfied and exhausted. He lets Luo Binghe pull out before falling backward off his lap and starfishing on the bed. Maybe he could just fall asleep now and let Luo Binghe deal with all the clean-up (even though that’s what he typically does, and will sometimes feign sleep just so that he doesn’t have to stand up and get out of bed—it’s been a long time since he’s been embarrassed by Binghe carrying him to the bath). Shen Qingqiu closes his eyes and waits to be scooped up.
Luo Binghe has other ideas, however. He crouches between Shen Qingqiu’s legs and slips his hands under his ass, raising his hips and spreading his cheeks to watch cum leak from his hole and down his crack. “Shizun,” he says. Somehow, Shen Qingqiu can detect that Luo Binghe is still horny from his tone alone (as if their current position hadn’t already given it away).
Spread out like this, Shen Qingqiu feels unpleasantly sticky. He knows he’s full of cum; it’s truly stupid how much cum Luo Binghe is able to produce. Stupid author, thinks Shen Qingqiu for the nth time. Was it really necessary to specify that the protagonist can ‘shoot rope after rope of thick, pearly-white semen’? FFS…
“Shizun,” Luo Binghe repeats in a sing-song voice. He looks coyly at Shen Qingqiu, his pupils still wide with desire. “You’re about to drip. Allow this disciple to clean you up.”
You always clean me up, Shen Qingqiu thinks. “Of course, Binghe, you may clean me.” He lifts a heavy arm off the bed and stretches to pet Luo Binghe’s head.
“Yes, Shizun!” Luo Binghe smiles and Shen Qingqiu doesn’t register the playful, tricky edge to it until it’s too late. Luo Binghe pulls him forward by the hips and ducks his head between Shen Qingqiu’s legs. He takes one long lick up his asscrack and swallows down the cum that was about to spill onto the bed.
Shen Qingqiu jerks and his toes curl. “Binghe! Clean me properly!”
Luo Binghe looks up, licking his lips. “Shizun, what about this is improper?” He blinks innocently.
You…! You know I don’t have the face to answer that! Shen Qingqiu blushes. “Just...do it the usual way.”
“But Shizun tastes so good, I can’t help wanting to clean him like this!” Luo Binghe hides a pout by continuing his dubious ministrations.
Binghe, think about what you’re doing! It’s not me you’re tasting, you’re tasting you! Shen Qingqiu covers his eyes with one hand and grabs a fistful of Luo Binghe’s hair with the other. But despite the loud slurps coming from between his legs, he can’t quite bring himself to pull Binghe away.
Luo Binghe sighs happily and leans into Shen Qingqiu’s touch. He finally pushes his tongue into Shen Qingqiu, dipping in and out, lapping at the rim and trying to eat up every bit of cum he can reach. After several long moments of listening to obscene smacking and swallowing (and attempting to hold back his own sounds), Shen Qingqiu tries to shove Luo Binghe away.
Surprisingly, Luo Binghe allows this. He sits up and wipes some cum from the corner of his mouth, then sucks it off his thumb. “You aren’t clean yet, Shizun. Allow this disciple to finish?”
“You can finish in the bath,” says Shen Qingqiu. He’s a bit breathless and the words don’t come out with as much finality as he meant them to.
Luo Binghe ignores him completely. “I think it’s not all coming out because of the angle,” he muses. “Oh! I know, Shizun; please sit on my face. That way I’ll be able to finish properly.”
Finish properly, my ass, thinks Shen Qingqiu. I bet you’re ready to ‘finish’ again, aren’t you, Binghe? I bet if I uncover my eyes I’ll see you’re hard again! He doesn’t move. He’s playing dead. Death by post-coital ass eating.
“Shizuuuun.” Luo Binghe nips at Shen Qingqiu’s inner thigh. “Shizun, please?” Shen Qingqiu finally uncovers his eyes. Confirmed: Luo Binghe is hard again. He’s also all sparkly-eyed. Tears are on the horizon.
The threat of tears always works. Shen Qingqiu doesn’t know who’s more pathetic: Luo Binghe for deploying such a weapon, or himself for consistently giving in. (Unfortunately, he knows that the answer is himself.) “Fine, fine,” he sighs. “Lay down; let me get up.”
Luo Binghe obediently lays down. “You have to hold it in, Shizun,” he says. He’s got the same eager look that a puppy does when you’re about to give it a treat.
Shen Qingqiu feels the need to sit on Luo Binghe’s face immediately, if only to prevent him from repeating that. He sits up and straddles Luo Binghe’s head with unexpected alacrity, then sits down unceremoniously. He doesn’t care if he manages to ‘hold it in’ or not. What matters is that he gets through facesitting with as much of his own face intact as possible.
Luo Binghe is more than ready. He squeezes Shen Qingqiu’s hips and nuzzles between his cheeks. He takes short, hasty licks as more cum starts to drip out, like he’s afraid Shen Qingqiu could pull away and deprive him of this joy at any moment. He laps and sucks, using his tongue to scoop his cum out from his asshole.
Shen Qingqiu watches with trepidation and Luo Binghe gets harder and harder. He’ll never get used to the awe- and terror-inspiring process. My ass is really in for it tonight, isn’t it? he thinks. There can’t be that much more left in me. Ha, wonder when I’ll get flipped over again. Luo Binghe does something with his tongue that makes Shen Qingqiu moan despite his resistance. He realizes that he’s getting hard, too.
Luo Binghe lifts Shen Qingqiu up, takes a deep, shaky breath, then returns to ‘cleaning’. He makes short, muffled noises every time he swallows. It really seems like he’s enjoying one of the best meals of his life. Finally, he pushes at Shen Qingqiu’s hips, urging him up. He’s red-cheeked and panting. “Shizun,” he groans. “I want more.”
Shen Qingqiu wrinkles his brow as he looks down at Luo Binghe. “You’ve had your ‘more’, I let you clean me up like this.” Please don’t mean ‘more’ like I think you mean ‘more’!
Luo Binghe shakes his head. “Not enough,” he says. He pulls Shen Qingqiu into his arms, flips them over, and slots himself between his legs. Shen Qingqiu feels precum smear across his inner thighs. “Not enough,” he repeats as he rubs the head of his cock against Shen Qingqiu’s entrance.
“You’ll exhaust your poor old Shizun. Haven’t you had enough?” Shen Qingqiu scratches Luo Binghe under his chin.
“Of Shizun? Never.”
And the sounds of love and sincerity are so strong in Luo Binghe’s voice that, even as he’s fucked into the bed for the third time that night, Shen Qingqiu finds he doesn’t mind at all.