Shen Qingqiu stared at the ceiling with a blank expression.
He’d slept with Luo Binghe. His disciple! And he wasn’t even gay! And-
With a dismayed expression, he glanced at the sleeping man next to him, his stomach tying itself into knots. Even if he was the protagonist of the novel, was it really necessary to make him this good-looking? Did he have to be perfect in every way?
Maybe he isn’t. Maybe this is just in my head because apparently, I am gay? And in love with him? How did this happen?
Turning onto his side, he watched the younger man sleep with a wistful sigh. It had been so long since he’d seen such a peaceful expression on Luo Binghe’s face. Really how had he not noticed that he was head over heels in love with his silly, stubborn, too adorable disciple?
And what now?
Everyone would be right pleased with themselves because apparently everyone but him had known for ages that both Luo Binghe was in love with him and that he actually returned the sentiment?
I really don’t have the face to admit it to anyone.
But how could he have known? In the original novel, the man had a harem with women too numerous to count. How was he supposed to know that by treating the boy half decently, instead of abusing him at every turn, it would actually result in Luo Binghe falling in love with him and turning into a cut-sleeve?
Shen Qingqiu groaned inwardly. I’m one to talk. Cut-sleeve myself, I have no leg to stand on.
Before he could stop himself, he’d reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Luo Binghe’s forehead but snatched his hand back when his disciple stirred. Thankfully he didn’t wake up and Shen Qingqiu heaved a sigh of relief.
I need a few hours- What am I talking about, a few weeks at least to work through this. That boy better sleep for a very long time. Ah, I really can’t think like this. He’s not a boy anymore.
Which had been very apparent last night. Shen Qingqiu flushed at the thought.
He couldn’t even pretend that last night had been a one-off (he damn well hoped it wouldn’t be!) or that he hadn’t been into it. He had been so into it, it was almost too embarrassing to recall. But how could he not have been? It had been perfect.
Which had surprised nobody more than him, after all the horrifying things he’d heard about sex with another man for the first time. About how it would hurt and he’d bleed and… just generally not good things. Admittedly, it might’ve been perfect because Luo Binghe was just naturally skilled at almost everything and maybe he’d used some of his demon magic to work things out but Shen Qingqiu really didn’t care.
Luo Binghe had been beyond patient and caring and even if he had to noticeably reign himself in (though even that had been a bit hot, okay, who was he kidding, it had been very hot), he’d made sure that Shen Qingqiu was never overwhelmed or uncomfortable with what happened.
Why was I even surprised? After slogging through that godawful original novel, I’m about as knowledgeable about Luo Binghe’s skills in bed as I am when it comes to this world’s various demons.
Though admittedly most of the sex scenes with the countless women had been decidedly different to last night and some of them a little too rough for his liking. Like Sha Hualing practically scratching Luo Binghe’s back bloody during…
At some point, he must’ve drifted off because when he woke next, he was entirely too warm which was easily enough explained by the fact that Luo Binghe had half-draped himself over Shen Qingqiu, face buried in his shoulder.
The soft puffs of breath against the side of his neck gave him goosebumps.
Shen Qingqiu gently pushed the arm on his waist off, turning around as much as that was possible and mumbling, “Binghe, you’re too heavy. Get off.”
The other man stirred and after a moment, blinked his eyes open (Heavens have mercy, why was even that bleary-eyed look adorable and attractive? This really wasn’t fair.) before registering his words and pulling back with a startled face. “Shizun, I’m sorry-“
“Ah, relax.” Shen Qingqiu patted his arm. “It’s not like you squished me.” Yet. “It was just a bit warm.”
The smile on Luo Binghe’s face the next moment was so heartfelt and sweet, it was almost blinding and Shen Qingqiu sighed inwardly. He resisted this for how many years? Why did the system not give him an inordinate amount of bonus points? All the women from Luo Binghe’s harem in Proud Immortal Demon’s Way usually fell for the protagonist after catching only a single glimpse of him.
He felt vaguely proud at the thought for about a moment, until he realised that in the end, he’d still ended up in his bed. Still… he hadn’t been so easily seduced. That had to count for something, right?
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help blushing at his own musings.
“What is Shizun thinking?” Luo Binghe’s voice was still a bit rough from sleeping and that shouldn’t have as much of an effect on him as it did but Shen Qingqiu shivered, barely resisting the urge to slap his disciple’s arm, because how dare he? Who gave him the right to be cute and hot at the same time? Falling for the protagonist really wasn’t fair at all.
The odds really are stacked against me.
Luo Binghe brushed his nose against Shen Qingqiu’s neck. “Everything Shizun thinks is important.”
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help his laugh. Half the time his thought process was the most ridiculous thing, how could he not laugh? “Really? Then how come you hardly ever listened to me?”
The expression on Luo Binghe’s face was so crestfallen, he reached out and poked his cheek gently.
“I didn’t mean it. Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” The way Luo Binghe’s lips curled into a pout was driving him to distraction.
“Like a kicked puppy. And don’t look like that either.” Shen Qingqiu scowled.
“It’s just my face.” Luo Binghe muttered, perhaps a tad petulant. “It seems this disciple really can do nothing right.”
Shen Qingqiu sent a desperate prayer towards the heavens for testing his resolve in such a way and burdening him with an insufferable disciple. Suffocating his inevitable embarrassment with a figurative pillow, he leaned in and breathed a kiss against the corner of Luo Binghe’s mouth. “You know that’s not true.”
The really very chaste and harmless kiss quickly turned into one that was anything but and before he knew it, Luo Binghe was on top of him, holding him down by his wrists when an odd feeling crept up on him.
In-between two kisses and Luo Binghe biting down on his lower lip, he managed to get out a 'Binghe' and 'wait'.
His disciple pulled back immediately and let go of his arms. "What's wrong?"
Okay , Shen Qingqiu thought, already mildly panicking. We're both adults, we can talk about things.
"I want to, ah, ask you something." As soon as I can get two words out without panting, that is.
Luo Binghe nodded. "Of course."
Sitting up as Luo Binghe moved back to give him space, Shen Qingqiu was frantically looking for the right words, so this conversation would not turn into a disaster. "Is this… what you like?"
Luo Binghe furrowed his brows in confusion.
"I mean, being the more… ah, being a bit more forceful?" All of this sounded wrong somehow but he couldn't help feeling like something was off.
Last night, Luo Binghe had taken the lead. Considering his own embarrassing lack of actual experience, he had let him but for the most part, Luo Binghe hadn't tried to be overtly dominant. But now… was he imagining things or had his disciple just held back yesterday because it had been their first time?
"Oh, I thought that Shizun…" He trailed off, looking a little uncertain.
"That I what?"
"That you… wanted me to be… rough and assertive. Because I'm taller and everyone always talks about how… that's why Shizun must like me."
What? People were talking about what he liked in- Nevermind. Who were these people? And how did Luo Binghe find out about this sort of talk? They’d have to have a word about this. Later.
Shen Qingqiu blinked in surprise and Luo Binghe flushed.
"I'm sorry if this was completely wrong. I can-"
"Binghe." He placed his hand on both of his disciple's that lay tightly clenched in his lap. "I don't want you to put on an act. If I wanted some snarling intimidating brute," he had to laugh at his own words. "I would've chosen someone like that."
Luo Binghe looked alarmed.
"But I don't want that," he reassured, seeing his disciple relax. "To be honest, the moments when, ah, you did try to force yourself on me, it was… a little scary because I didn't recognise you at all."
"I'm so sorry about those times, Shizun. I-"
"It's fine. I'm fine." Shen Qingqiu sighed. "What I'm trying to say is, I like you the way you are. And I think I know you well enough that I'll notice if you're trying to be someone else."
Instead of looking happy at his words, however, Luo Binghe had lowered his head and seemed more uncertain than ever.
"But what if… Shizun doesn't like how I really am?"
Shen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows questioningly. "What makes you say that? Last night was fine."
Oh, that was the understatement of the century.
Still Luo Binghe kept his head down and only nodded mutely.
Okay, if I didn't think something strange was going on, I'd be getting a bit worried that we had a vastly different experience last night.
Squeezing his disciple's hand, he said, "What's going on?"
"I'm… afraid what Shizun will think."
Now I am getting worried.
"I can see that," Shen Qingqiu said, a lot calmer than he felt. "Just tell me."
He waited patiently, not moving his hand away from Luo Binghe's as his disciple visibly struggled with himself, his face going red and white in turns.
Is he into something really bizarre? Shen Qingqiu couldn't help wondering, vaguely nervous himself now. I suppose I would be willing to try a few things. It's not like I have enough experience to really know what I like and don't like.
"What if… this disciple wants to do what Shizun tells him to?"
What did he just say?
Shen Qingqiu felt as if someone had dropped a hot coal into his stomach, the heat twisting low and with such startling intensity that he had a hard time keeping a calm composure.
Does he really mean what I think he means?
Was he surprised? Should he be surprised? Luo Binghe had always reacted strongly to his scolding and praises, some instances during their more troubled times, excluded.
Which, of course, doesn't necessarily have to mean that…
Shen Qingqiu's mouth was very dry. "Is that what you want?"
“I…” Luo Binghe swallowed and bit his lip.
Good Heavens, my sanity is actually in danger. How is this tall, powerful and perfect man, who half of the cultivation world and most of the demon realm wouldn’t dare cross, sitting before me asking me to…
Shen Qingqiu felt decidedly lightheaded.
Can I do this? I… apparently really want to , he realised with a flutter of excitement and disbelief. I’ll just…
Leaning in a little, he propped his chin up onto his hands and said rather matter-of-factly, "We’ll need some rules then. Strict ones too because you always try to wriggle out of things one way or another.”
Luo Binghe looked up, eyes widening. “Shizun?”
“What? You thought I would just tell you what to do and if you disobey there will be no consequences?” Shen Qingqiu raised his eyebrows, lips curving into an admonishing smile.
“No. I- Just… I didn't…” Luo Binghe’s stutter trailed off, a light blush appearing high on his cheeks.
“Is this really something Shizun wa-“
Shen Qingqiu raised his index finger to his lips in a shushing gesture. “You speak when I ask you a question.” He watched as Luo Binghe’s gaze flickered down to his lips before he nodded as if in a daze.
Tilting his head to the side, Shen Qingqiu studied his disciple, finger tapping against his chin in thought. “Do you understand, Binghe?”
Luo Binghe’s breath hitched. “Yes. I- I understand.”
His disciple’s almost reverent tone did nothing to help his composure or self-restraint.
Was this actually happening?
I always say how well I know my disciples but then some things that were practically staring me in the face for years, completely went over my head. Ah, this old teacher really can be useless sometimes.
At least he could always fall back on his meticulously cultivated skill of being able to put up a cool façade no matter what went on on the inside or he would’ve been lost from the very first day.
“Sit up straight,” Shen Qingqiu said quietly and watched as Luo Binghe sat back on his legs, feet tucked under him, he placed his hands on his knees and straightened his posture.
It reminded Shen Qingqiu of an attentive disciple and he couldn't quite bite back his small smile.
For a moment, Luo Binghe glanced up at Shen Qingqiu but almost immediately averted his eyes, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
He's shy about this , Shen Qingqiu realised, his heart skipping a beat as he held himself back from reaching out to brush a hand against his disciple's cheek in comfort.
Let's wait and see.
With Luo Binghe wearing nothing but a pair of loose black pants, his sympathy was quickly enough replaced by… other concerns.
I could sit here and stare at him all day. It's like that conviction that if you just look long enough at something or someone, you'll find some flaw, some imperfection, because there has to be. But there just isn't.
I’ll probably need these rules as badly as he does , he sighed inwardly, chin still propped up on his hands, before saying, “You will not speak, unless I ask you a question. You will do as I say without complaint and if something is wrong or you’re uncomfortable about something you’ll say Qingqiu. Otherwise, it’s Shizun only.”
Luo Binghe’s fingers twitched against his thighs, but he kept his head lowered and remained quiet.
"Do you understand?”
"Yes, Shizun. I understand."
Placing a finger under Luo Binghe's chin, he lifted it a little. "You'll only look at me if I allow you to." He watched the younger man's Adam's apple bob as he swallowed before giving a small nod.
"If you're disobedient, trust me, you won't like the consequences."
Shen Qingqiu lightly placed his index finger against Luo Binghe’s lips. “Remember?”
For a split-second it looked as if Luo Binghe was going to apologise but he caught himself and only nodded, eyes downcast.
Pulling back, Shen Qingqiu let his fingertips trail down Luo Binghe’s chest, thumb brushing over a nipple and saw the goose bumps rising on the younger man's skin.
"You don't do anything, unless I tell you to."
Luo Binghe’s hands on his thighs had curled into fists, he nodded mutely.
"Close your eyes."
When Luo Binghe had obeyed, Shen Qingqiu shifted on the bed until his sitting position was much the same as his disciple's, their knees almost touching. He reached out and pushed one of Luo Binghe’s hands off his thighs, replacing it with his own, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his disciple’s pants and the skin beneath.
Luo Binghe pressed his quivering lips together.
Just watching Luo Binghe’s reactions to such a small gesture, took Shen Qinqiu’s own breath away. It was hard to decide what to do first when he wanted to kiss his disciples as much as he wanted to see him unravel under his careful instructions.
Ah, Binghe, how can something so simple be so intoxicating?
Their lips were just a breath away when Shen Qingqiu said, “Do you want to touch me?”
Luo Binghe’s brows twitched, nostrils flaring. “Only if Shizun wants me to.”
Adjusting his night robe, Shen Qingqiu tugged the sash out of its loops and slipped the silken fabric around Luo Binghe’s neck twice, noting the younger man’s shiver, before grabbing the sash’s ends and pulling his disciple closer as he moved backwards until he rested against the pillows at the head of the bed.
Luo Binghe let himself be pulled along, having shifted onto his hands and knees but moving noticeably careful to not touch Shen Qingqiu without permission as he settled between his legs.
Unlike his disciple, Shen Qingqiu wore white pants and an open-necked shirt underneath his night robe which had fallen open without the sash. He shrugged out of the robe and let it fall behind him before twisting the sash around his fingers and tugged.
Luo Binghe caught himself on his hands next to Shen Qingqiu’s waist, not daring to look up.
Tilting his head, Shen Qingqiu’s gaze trailed over his disciple’s arching eyebrows, long lashes and lips that were slightly parted as his breathing had grown uneven. A small smile quirked Shen Qingqiu’s own lips. He reached up with his free hand, thumb brushing along the silk around Luo Binghe’s neck who shivered at the touch.
His heartbeat was picking up at the thought of what he wanted to do next.
“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu felt heat pooling into his stomach as Luo Binghe’s lashes fluttered at the call of his name. His every reaction to the smallest thing is driving me to distraction. You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Binghe.
“I want your mouth on my cock.”
Shuddering, Luo Binghe bowed his head as he drew in a shaky breath before nodding.
Shen Qingqiu let go of the sash. “Go on.”
Luo Binghe had sat back up but his hand stopped before it touched the hem of Shen Qingqiu’s pants and withdrew again.
"What is it?"
“May I… touch Shizun with anything other than my mouth?”
“Thank you, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu closed his eyes for a moment, grateful that Luo Binghe couldn’t see his face.
Good heavens, he’s good. How long has he wanted this? But thinking back on their interactions over the years, Luo Binghe’s looks, the way he would talk or act around him, was only chipping away at his own self-control too quickly, to consider the possible implications for too long.
Instead of pulling down his pants, Luo Binghe bent down, hands on Shen Qingqiu’s hips and brushed his nose and lips against Shen Qingqiu’s already half-hard arousal through the fabric of his pants.
Shen Qingqiu barely managed to bite back his surprised gasp.
Was this a good idea?
Up until last night, he’d never been with anyone and while he’d undoubtedly been curious about a fair manner of things, he’d more or less resigned himself to the fact that as a Peak Lord he would lead a celibate life for the rest of eternity.
His worries faded away quickly enough at the feeling of Luo Binghe’s mouth moving against his cock, the man’s hot breath making Shen Qingqiu shiver, even despite the restricting pants.
Only a moment later, Luo Binghe finally pulled down his pants before taking them off completely to push Shen Qingqiu’s legs apart. He started trailing kisses along the inside of Shen Qingqiu’s thighs. At first it was only a light brush of lips that slowly turned into proper kisses before turning into nips and bites.
Shen Qingqiu writhed in anticipation.
Luo Binghe’s thumbs rubbed small circles on Shen Qingqiu’s hip bones. Drawing one hand back from Shen Qingqiu’s hips, he wrapped it around Shen Qingqiu’s arousal as he finally bent down and flicked his tongue against the tip of Shen Qingqiu’s cock, eliciting a quiet gasp.
Digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him, Shen Qingqiu arched up when Luo Binghe slid his lips over his arousal, the tight wet heat making him shudder. Whatever he’d thought it would feel like, his imagination hadn’t even come close.
It was hard to keep track of things with the shivers running down his spine at the way Luo Binghe teased with small licks or just his hot breath shivering over Shen Qingqiu’s now wet cock before falling into a slowly building rhythm, his head bobbing.
Shen Qingqiu’s eyes had rolled shut with a choked groan at the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Luo Binghe’s throat. His hips were trembling and more often than not he couldn’t help lifting his pelvis, unable to hold still as Luo Binghe drew back but his disciple took each of his reactions in stride.
Shen Qingqiu was sure this couldn’t have gone on for more than half a minute and he was already so close, he doubted he’d hold out much longer. Blinking his eyes open with some difficulty, he grabbed his disciple’s high ponytail and tugged lightly.
“Look at me.”
Luo Binghe’s eyes flickered upwards, his lips wrapped around Shen Qingqiu’s cock.
Why did I just say this? I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. Look at his face, I can’t…
“Go on,” Shen Qingqiu’s instruction couldn’t have been more than a whisper as he struggled for breath at the sight of his disciple’s blown pupils and deep blush. He very much doubted that he looked any more composed than Luo Binghe.
For the life of him, he couldn’t have said where the remainders of his self-control had come from that made him pull at Luo Binghe’s ponytail, guiding him further down. He gritted his teeth as his cock hit the back of Luo Binghe’s throat again, making the younger man choke slightly. Easing up on his disciple’s hair, he gave him time to adjust, a tremor running through him at Luo Binghe’s fluttering lashes and flaring nostrils. But not even once did his disciple avert his eyes.
You’re doing so well.
Shen Qingqiu smiled breathlessly at the sensation of pride.
When Luo Binghe’s throat opened up and he sank down even further, the tip of his nose brushing against Shen Qinqiu’s stomach, Shen Qingqiu’s head fell back with a shuddering groan, hand still clutching at Luo Binghe’s ponytail. His whole body shook at the feeling of Luo Binghe’s throat constricting around him, it was almost enough to make him come then and there.
He let go of Luo Binghe’s ponytail, letting him come back up for air when enough coherency had returned to him. Dimly aware of Luo Binghe’s ragged breathing, he forced himself to look back down to find his disciple gritting his teeth, body tense.
“Shizun, I...” Luo Binghe shuddered, half tearing at the blanket.
A moment later, Shen Qingqiu realised what his disciple was trying to say and pursed his lips into an amused smirk. “You are close? Without me even touching you?”
The flush on Luo Binghe’s cheeks had turned crimson and he lowered his gaze.
Luo Binghe did, visibly struggling with himself.
Shivering, Luo Binghe tried to speak with trembling lips. He failed and closed his eyes for a second to swallow thickly before stuttering, “I’m- It’s- When Shizun just looked like this, I...” The memory obviously did nothing to help his restraint, he shivered again. “I’m trying-”
“Good,” Shen Qingqiu interrupted. “Try harder because you’re not finished yet.”
He had no idea where those strict words had come from when his heart was practically fluttering at the fact that Luo Binghe was this close to coming simply from watching him as he went down on him.
To soften his words at least a little, he reached out, caressing his disciple’s cheek gently and noticing Luo Binghe unconsciously leaning into the touch. “You’re doing very well.”
Pulling his hand back, he nodded at his disciple to continue who bent down without complaint.
The moment his arousal was engulfed by that pretty mouth again, Shen Qingqiu realised how even that short interruption had turned him on. The things he could do to unravel Luo Binghe to such an extent were taking his breath away. His fingers threaded through his disciple’s hair, short nails digging into his scalp without exerting too much pressure but rather as a gentle guide.
Hand wrapped around the base of Shen Qingqiu’s arousal, Luo Binghe sucked the tip into his mouth, his tongue flickering before drawing tight circles.
Shen Qingqiu’s hips jerked, the hand that was still clutching at the blanket tightening as he sunk down lower into the mattress. A gasp fell from his lips when Luo Binghe slid down his entire length again, tongue flattened against the base of his cock.
Heavens, he’s perfect at this.
When he came back up, Luo Binghe concentrated on the tip again as he must’ve noticed Shen Qingqiu’s breathing turning into shallow gasps and the tremors that had started running through his body.
“ Binghe ,” Shen Qingqiu choked out, just teetering on the edge before his disciple did something with his tongue that sent him over, his back arching off the bed as he came with a hoarse groan. He thought he felt Luo Binghe swallow around him but really his mind nearly blanked for a second as the waves of pleasure made him clutch at his disciple’s hair and his toes curl.
It must’ve been an age before he fell back against the mattress, gasping for air.
Blinking his eyes open, Shen Qingqiu looked down and found Luo Binghe leaning his forehead against his hip, breathing strained but trying to reign himself in.
An exhausted smile ghosted over his lips and Shen Qingqiu used the hand that had still been tangled in his disciple’s hair to brush over Luo Binghe’s ear and jaw. “Come here.”
Sitting up against the pillows again, Shen Qingqiu pulled Luo Binghe into a kiss once he’d clambered up. He kept the kiss deliberately slow and light to give his disciple some time to calm down. When they broke apart, he breathed against Luo Binghe’s lips, “You did very well.”
Luo Binghe lowered his eyes and gave a small nod. “Thank you, Shizun.”
His hand on Luo Binghe’s cheek trailed to the nape of his neck and his disciple buried his face in the crook between Shen Qingqiu’s neck and shoulder. Shen Qingqiu moved his fingers in small, calming circles, drawing nonsensical shapes against Luo Binghe’s skin.
Luo Binghe sighed. “Mn.”
Flicking a finger lightly against his disciple’s ear, Shen Qingqiu laughed quietly at Luo Binghe’s jump before breathing into his hair, “Who gave you permission for such an inadequate answer?”
The contrite expression on Luo Binghe’s face was almost too adorable to bear. “I’m sorry, Shizun.”
How can I punish him when he’s looking at me like this?
Index finger under Luo Binghe’s chin, Shen Qingqiu pushed his head back and studied his disciple with a critical expression. “Oh, you will be.” He listened to Luo Binghe’s startled intake of breath. “Get up and kneel beside the bed, hands behind your back, and eyes closed.”
With a brief nod, Luo Binghe got up and did as he was told.
Shen Qingqiu waited until his disciple’s eyes had closed before he put his clothes back in order unhurriedly and got up as well. He tugged the sash around Luo Binghe’s neck free and re-tied it around his waist, straightening his night robe.
Taking a folded up fan from the nightstand, Shen Qingqiu tapped it against Luo Binghe’s chest. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
“I didn’t answer Shizun properly.”
Luo Binghe was biting his lip, face full of regret.
“You may open your eyes but keep them lowered.” Tapping the fan against his disciple’s chest again, he said, “Do you think I should go easy on you because it wasn’t such a big mistake?”
“No, Shizun. A mistake is a mistake.”
What an earnest disciple. He’d probably punish himself if he could.
“Correct. However...” Pulling the fan back, Shen Qingqiu walked around Luo Binghe, eyes trailing over the lean muscles on his disciple’s back. “We’ll postpone the punishment. There’s something else I want to do first.”
Shen Qingqiu was torn between acting on the things that went through his head, the curiosity about what would happen, and his complete inexperience. Could he really do this? What if he made some mistake?
He studied his disciple's long black hair and reached out, twisting a strand of that high ponytail around his fingers.
"Have you done this before?"
Luo Binghe tensed. "I wouldn't… with anyone but Shizun…"
I thought as much. How did this happen, Binghe? How did we get here?
Leaning in, Shen Qingqiu brushed his lips against his disciple's ear, nose half-buried in his hair. "Have you always felt like this about me giving you orders?"
Luo Binghe bit his lip and nodded before adding, "I think so."
"What do you like about it?"
Shen Qingqiu smiled as his heart skipped a beat. "I see."
None of this has ever crossed my mind and yet…
Straightening back up, he said, "Take your clothes off."
Luo Binghe froze for a second, then got to his feet and pushed his pants down, stepping out of them.
"Hands behind your back."
Once Luo Binghe had followed his orders, he lightly held his fan against his disciple's hands. "Hold onto this. I don't want a scratch on it."
Luo Binghe’s fingers curled around the fan and he nodded.
A smile made Shen Qingqiu's lips twitch once he'd walked around his disciple and noted his arousal, inevitable heat pooling in his own stomach.
"Close your eyes."
There was a blush on Luo Binghe’s face, his lips parted at his accelerated breath.
Slowly, Shen Qingqiu ran his fingertips along his disciple's cock that twitched in response, his thumb pressing against the tip.
A sharp intake of breath followed.
It can't be that hard. It's not like I've never touched myself… even if it was so long ago. When I was still Shen Yuan…
This isn't rocket science.
With a deliberately light touch, he continued teasing Luo Binghe, watching his every reaction, to gauge what worked and what didn't. The angle was a little unfamiliar but nothing he couldn't get used to.
He realised, he'd gotten a bit carried away when his disciple hissed in a breath and he noticed the clenched jaw and shallow gasps.
Shen Qingqiu drew back his hand and felt his own arousal throb at the way Luo Binghe bit his lip and leaned in, obviously unwilling for the ministrations to end.
Luo Binghe shuddered but did as he was told.
"Do you want to come?"
He could see his disciple's throat working, his voice hoarse when he finally answered, "Only if Shizun wants me to."
The rough tone did things to Shen Qingqiu that it had no right to. How could he be this aroused again so quickly?
I'm hardly a teenager anymore. Though a more or less immortal might have different stamina in that regard. Who knew.
Shen Qingqiu ran his hands through Luo Binghe’s hair and pulled him closer, pressing his face against his arousal.
His disciple's groan made him shudder and the sound of his half-choked " Shizun" ran all the way up Shen Qingqiu's spine.
"Only your mouth this time."
To make things a little easier, he pushed down his pants and couldn't help a startled moan when Luo Binghe sucked him into his mouth only a second later.
His head tipped back, hands clenching in his disciple's hair, at the gasps and whimpers and breathless encouragements Luo Binghe wrung from his lips.
Shen Qingqiu's knees were trembling as he involuntarily rocked forward, hips twitching and tremors making him shudder all over when he came. For a moment, he really thought his legs would give out.
Luo Binghe’s breathing was harsh and shallow when he pulled back, swaying slightly on his knees.
Once Shen Qingqiu was able to speak again, he said, "Show me the fan." Taking it from Luo Binghe’s trembling hands, he inspected the unblemished fan.
"Good. Dress me." He watched his disciple obey his every word without complaint. "Get up."
Leaning in, their lips touched so lightly, it was barely a breath.
Luo Binghe shuddered.
"Well done." Shen Qingqiu curled his fingers against the nape of his disciple's neck, watching his lashes flutter.
"Hands behind your back," he murmured against Luo Binghe’s mouth before trailing his lips along his disciple's jaw, until he reached his ear. "You're allowed to come but only from me talking to you."
Luo Binghe’s breath hitched.
"You won't touch me and I won't touch you more than this." His thumb rubbed small circles on his disciple's neck whose breathing was hardly more than faltering gasps.
"Shizun," came the choked moan.
Shen Qingqiu chuckled. "Look at you. Just from blowing me and me talking to you."
Shuddering, Luo Binghe’s breath hitched again, his skin almost feverish under Shen Qingqiu's touch.
"Your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock is enough to turn you on like this?"
" Yes ." A groan.
"What about fucking me?"
Their cheeks were pressed against each other and Shen Qingqiu was close enough to hear the sound that caught at the back of his disciple's throat.
"Is that still something you want to do?" Not waiting for an answer, he added, "You remember last night? What that felt like?"
A tremor ran through Luo Binghe. "I do," he croaked. "Of course I do. I- If Shizun still wants me to…?"
Shen Qingqiu hummed noncommittally as he dropped one hand, the back of it touching his disciple's arousal, feeling it throb. He didn't move but maintained the contact. "If I want what? To feel you inside of me?"
The quiet whimper almost made Shen Qingqiu lose his composure. He was so tempted to run his hands all over Luo Binghe’s body, to pull him close and yet keeping him at arm's length and feeling his disciple lean into every touch, desperate to come but struggling to obey, ah… He really couldn't tell what he wanted to do more.
"I - I'll…"
"Maybe if you earn another chance." Shen Qingqiu murmured against Luo Binghe’s jaw. "If you're obedient and attentive enough."
His disciple clenched and unclenched his hands, breathing ragged.
"Maybe then I'll allow you to fuck me again."
Luo Binghe groaned. He was close and when Shen Qingqiu drew back slightly, he saw his disciple's bruised lower lip from biting it too hard.
Grabbing Luo Binghe’s chin, he ran a thumb over his lower lip, noting the quiver.
Shen Qingqiu caressed his disciple's cheek before reaching for his ponytail and pulling his head back, exposing his throat.
Nose and mouth pressed against Luo Binghe’s throat, he whispered, "Before that, I think, I'll fuck you."
" Shizun. " The word was barely more than a harsh groan as Luo Binghe came and the sounds that followed as he shook in Shen Qingqiu's arms, who had wrapped them around his disciple, almost had him hard all over again.
He couldn't help his own gasp at Luo Binghe's mewl and his disciple buried his face in Shen Qingqiu's shoulder, gasping for breath and clutching at him.
I can't believe how much this is turning me on.
Afterwards Luo Binghe cleaned up with a flick of his hand before they returned to the bed, his disciple half curling up against Shen Qingqiu, head resting against his shoulder.
Shen Qingqiu ran his fingers through Luo Binghe’s hair after he'd pulled off the hairband.
They lay in silence for a little while, until Luo Binghe looked up but before he could say anything, Shen Qingqiu had pulled him into a slow and languid kiss that seemed to go on forever.
"What did you want to say?" Shen Qingqiu murmured at last.
"I'm relieved Shizun didn't throw me out for… wanting to… for liking what I do."
Shen Qingqiu chuckled, caressing his disciple's cheek. "How could I throw you out?"
There was a light blush on Luo Binghe’s face. "When you said you want to… fuck me, did you really mean that?"
Shen Qingqiu quirked an eyebrow. "I did. I do."
"Okay," Luo Binghe breathed.
"You don't want that?"
Luo Binghe’s cheek grew a little warmer against Shen Qingqiu's hand. "No, I… I do."
"I'll let you know ahead of time. So you can think about it all day."
Luo Binghe shivered.
"Imagining what it will be like when I bend you over."
"Shizun," Luo Binghe croaked. "Please stop."
Sobering, Shen Qingqiu drew a line across his disciple's cheekbone and said, "I don't want you to worry about this. All of it will stay private. I won't ever demand anything of you in public, do you understand?"
Luo Binghe nodded. "Thank you."
"So, you really don't regret last night or today?"
Their noses touched as Shen Qingqiu studied his disciple. "I don't. I love you, Binghe."
The small traces of the almost ever-present apprehension in Luo Binghe’s eyes melted away, his lips lifting into a radiant smile. "Shizun, you mean that."
"I wouldn't say it if I didn't," Shen Qingqiu admonished gently.
"I love you too."
I know. But I've really been a fool for not noticing earlier.