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In the course of his relationship with Luo Binghe, Liu Qingge has been subject to many of the man’s wild whims. Perhaps due to an expansive imagination, or more likely a collection of yellow books, Luo Binghe never seemed to run out of new things to try. 

“Righteous cultivator, why have you brought me to this place? I thought your kind believed in justice.” Luo Binghe sneers up at Liu Qingge from where he’s been strapped down to a stone table at the center of the torture chamber of a dungeon. 

“Silence, foul demon.” Liu Qingge replies half-heartedly. They’re in the dark bowels beneath Huan Hua palace, in the torture chamber that Luo Binghe commandeered for the day and cajoled Liu Qingge into roleplaying in. 

He was given the basic idea, that he’d captured a rampaging demon lord and would now be torturing him for information. But the tools he had been given for this torture were less deadly and more…titillating. 

Luo Binghe was spread out on the table before Liu Qingge, completely bare. Leather straps wrapped around his chest, arms, and legs held him down entirely. His eyes and huadian glowed red as he fixed Liu Qingge with a burning gaze. 

All that bare skin laid out before him made his jaw reflexively clench with the instinct to bite. But Liu Qingge was determined to stay in character for as long as possible. So instead he looks through the supplies he was given and takes out a long strip of fabric. 

“Luo Binghe, feared demon lord. We’ll see how long you last.” He says as he blindfolds him. 

Luo Binghe squirms with barely disguised excitement. He’s rock hard already, that infernal thing jutting out from his body. Liu Qingge looks away, face burning as his stomach swoops at the sight, vividly remembering having that massive object stuffed deep inside him.

He searches once more through his supplies and finds his favorite. It’s a prop knife, completely dull but made of a special metal that stays at a freezing temperature no matter what. 

Liu Qingge runs it across the front of Luo Binghe’s throat, and he jolts at the icy sting. 

“Tempted to kill me so soon? Am I that vile to you?” 

“Shut up.” Liu Qingge grits out unconvincingly. 

He traces patterns down Luo Binghe’s chest, watching his muscles jump in response. 

“It’s a shame to waste such beauty on a demon.” He drags the flat of the knife up the side of Luo Binghe’s cock, prompting a delicious gasp and the demon tries to squirm away.

 Liu Qingge sets the knife down, eager to get onto the second phase of their roleplay. He digs his fingertips into the meat of Luo Binghe’s pec, harshly kneading the muscle. 

“How convenient then, that there’s no one here to stop me.” Liu Qingge finds that it’s much easier to pour emotion into this cheesy line. Luo Binghe really is too tempting like this. 

He shifts his hand, still squeezing Luo Binghe’s pec, and laps over his nipple. Luo Binghe gasps, turning into a whimper as Liu Qingge pinches him in the same spot. When he pulls away, there’s splotchy red marks left by his hand. He moves further up and sinks his teeth just underneath his collarbone. Luo Binghe whines. The bite mark is a pretty addition to the other marks. 

Liu Qingge dances his fingers down Luo Binghe’s side, watching his abs flex into shape as the demon arches to press into the touch. He digs his nails into the crease between Luo Binghe’s thigh and hip, another sweet whimper falling from his lips. Liu Qingge continues pacing along the side of the table, tracing his hand up the side of his cock. When he grips it fully, his fingertips fail to meet his thumb. 

Luo Binghe moans when he squeezes him. “What a depraved cultivator you are, taking advantage of your prisoner.” 

Liu Qingge curls his thumb to press his nail just below the head of his cock. Luo Binghe shudders with a shaky exhale. 

“How shameless, calling me depraved when you’re clearly enjoying this.” Liu Qingge lets go of his cock and continues to circle the table. 

“Is this how you interrogate all of your prisoners?” 

Now on his other side, Liu Qingge lays a sharp smack to Luo Binghe’s thigh. Luo Binghe jolts in his restraints, breath hitching. The slap leaves behind another lovely red mark. His thigh is so plump and juicy, Liu Qingge can’t help but bite it as well. He soothes the bite with a teasing lick, feeling the way Luo Binghe shudders at the sensation. 

Next he worries his teeth over Luo Binghe’s hip bone, stretching a hand out to dig his nails into the skin of his stomach at the same time. The resulting shocked gasp just makes him bite even harder. When he straightens again, he takes stock of his work. Luo Binghe is panting heavily, red creeping from under his blindfold down his neck. Half of his body is marked up. Liu Qingge still has more to do to make the other side match. 

Liu Qingge decides to skip right to his untouched pec, lightly brushing the back of his hand over it to make Luo Binghe shiver. This time, he goes straight in for a bite, right over his nipple. The muscle has a pillowy give, squishing into his mouth as he swirls his tongue over the nipple. Luo Binghe keens . 

He leaves Luo Binghe shivering and whining at the loss of contact as he returns to his stock of supplies. There’s another toy he wants to put to use, seeing as Luo Binghe is always most sensitive on his chest. He had seen them before, something new that Luo Binghe must have bought recently. Two spring-loaded metal clamps with tassels on the other end. 

Liu Qingge teases Luo Binghe with light touches at first, the slightest pressure on the ring of tooth marks. He waits until he takes in a deep shuddering breath before snapping the clamp closed around his already sensitive nipple. Luo Binghe jerks and cries out. Liu Qingge can only imagine his pained tears hidden under the blindfold. 

He flicks the tassel, the ticklish sensation no doubt contrasting with the harsh pinching. Luo Binghe squirms, panting through an open mouth. 

“Nothing to say, wretched demon?” 

“Please.” Luo Binghe whines. “D-don’t stop.” 

Luo Binghe’s other nipple has almost faded back to its original color. When Liu Qingge attaches the other clamp, it instantly reddens again. Luo Binghe doesn’t react so extremely the second time, a broken sound leaving him. His waist twists against the restraints, and Liu Qingge scans down his body to his cock. 

It’s as red and throbbing as ever, weeping precum. The torture has been quite effective. 

Liu Qingge spits in his hand and wraps it loosely around Luo Binghe’s cock. He strokes him lazily as he presses his other hand into the bruising bite mark on his hip. Luo Binghe tries to buck into his hand, held back by the leather straps digging into his legs just above the knee. 

Wasn’t this supposed to be a scene of the righteous cultivator captor ravaging the demon lord against his will? Liu Qingge certainly feels his control slipping as he considers how best to take the scene next. It was about time he actually took advantage of the demon. He lets Luo Binghe go and ignores the betrayed cry he gets in return. 

He leans over him to whisper in his ear. “There is nothing you can do to escape, so don’t even try.” 

Luo Binghe grins. “This lord will never be defeated.” 

Liu Qingge strikes out in a parody of how he would actually take down an enemy. “With your acupoints sealed, you won’t be able to move.” He adds a meaningful look. 

“Oh no! You’ve completely paralyzed me!” Luo Binghe says, his evil grin looking amused instead. 

Liu Qingge rolls his eyes as he starts removing the straps holding Luo Binghe down, and the blindfold from his eyes. Red marks are left on his skin, especially deep on his legs and across his hips. Luo Binghe lies obediently still. He’s beautiful. Liu Qingge burns. 

With a single heft he flips Luo Binghe onto his stomach. He climbs up on the table behind him and situates himself between his spread knees. With another tug he props Luo Binghe’s knees beneath him, bending him into a downright obscene pose with just a little pressure in the middle of his back. Luo Binghe relaxes into the pose, easily bending to his whims. 

Liu Qingge pets up the outside of his thigh, pausing on his smooth unblemished backside. Then he rears back and strikes him hard on that delectably soft flesh. Luo Binghe cries out and comes, nearly collapsing with only Liu Qingge’s grip on his hips to keep him upright. 

“Pathetic, how easily the fearsome demon lord breaks.” Liu Qingge murmurs in his ear, still holding his body taut against his own. 

Unable to form words, Luo Binghe just pants and whines in response. Once he’s caught his breath a little, Liu Qingge lets him go and sits back on his heels. He deftly removes his outer and inner robes, folding them neatly. Then he forces Luo Binghe’s head up by sinking his hand into his hair and pulling. Luo Binghe moans. 

Liu Qingge places the folded robes on the table beneath his head and sets him down again. “Thanks.” Luo Binghe says hoarsely, muffled. 

Liu Qingge gropes his ass  with one hand and shoves his pants down with the other. He can’t help but grind messily against Luo Binghe’s thigh as he reaches down and scoops two fingers through the cum pooling on the stone. Luo Binghe gives a stuttering gasp as he presses those cum-covered fingers into his ass. 

He continues to rock his hips, grinding against his soft inner thigh as his fingers plunge as deep as possible and drag back out at a maddingly slow pace. Luo Binghe twists and whimpers, trying to direct him to the right spot. Liu Qingge smacks him lightly with his other hand. “I thought you were paralyzed?” 

Luo Binghe huffs. “Fuck you.” 

“You’ll take what I give you, dirty beast.” 

He shoves in another finger, letting Luo Binghe feel the rough stretch. It’s practically torture on its own not to just bury himself into that tight heat right away. Luo Binghe is desperate for it, babbling meaninglessly with his face pressed to the robes folded under his head. 

Liu Qingge takes a breath and draws on his deep-set self control. If he tries to fuck Luo Binghe like this he’ll spill immediately. Instead he pulls his fingers out and sates himself by adding a bite mark to Luo Binghe’s ass cheek. Luo Binghe yelps, jolting. 

“Such a terrible demon, seducing this honorable cultivator. How could I resist your charms?” Liu Qingge says steadily. 

He lines himself up, and almost goes boneless with relief as he finally presses inside him. Luo Binghe squirms and pushes back to get him inside faster, once again forgetting to hold still. Liu Qingge digs his nails into his shoulders and scrapes them down his back. Luo Binghe lets out a bitten-off scream. 

“When will you learn, wretched creature? I will do whatever I like to you, at whatever pace I choose. I take what I want, you lay still and let me fuck you like the slut you are.” Liu Qingge pulls almost completely out and snaps his hips back in. 

Luo Binghe whimpers, nearly sobbing. He’s already blazingly hard again. Liu Qingge holds the base of his cock in a vise grip, keeping him from coming again so soon. He thrusts at a steady pace, breath stuttering at the way Luo Binghe clenches around him. 

He bends over him to lap and kiss along the scratch marks from his nails, abusing the already sensitive flesh. Luo Binghe’s back trembles and twitches under his lips. He sucks a mark just below his shoulder blade. And another on the nape of his neck. This close he can hear Luo Binghe sniffle as he chokes down sobs. 

Liu Qingge rests his forehead on Luo Binghe’s shoulder with a groan. He releases his cock just to strip it fiercely as his thrusts speed up to a brutal pace. Liu Qingge comes with his teeth buried in Luo Binghe’s shoulder. Luo Binghe spills into his hand. 

For a long moment, they just breathe together. Then Liu Qingge pulls out and gathers Luo Binghe’s limp body in his arms. Carrying him, he climbs carefully down to the floor. He sits with Luo Binghe curled up in his embrace, crying into his chest. Liu Qingge gently pets his hair as he closes his eyes and leans back against the side of the table. 

When they finally get up and dress themselves, Luo Binghe whines and complains about the raw marks on his body rubbing against the fabric of his clothes. But Liu Qingge catches him tracing the bitten bruises on his neck and grinning. 

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“Such a beautiful bride.” Liu Qingge murmurs, stroking Luo Binghe’s back.

The demon is dressed up as sumptuous as any hard-won prize. Bare except for looping gold chains that cross his back and cling to his hips. One more chain connects the gilded clamps attached to his nipples, hanging loose from his position on all fours. His hair is slicked into braids, emerging in a poof of loose curls at the back of his skull, one long tail that hangs over the side of his neck. His ears are studded with gold earrings, and even thinner chains are woven through his braids to rest against his forehead.

Luo Binghe whines, spreading his knees further as he tries to fuck himself on Liu Qingge’s cock. But he’s stopped by a crushing grip around his hip, Liu Qingge keeping himself buried inside without moving.

“Hush now.” Liu Qingge curls a lock of loose hair around his finger lovingly. “Be a good boy and stay still.”

Liu Qingge had only bothered to shove his pants out of the way, fully clothed otherwise as he took Luo Binghe from behind. The hand holding onto his hip was covered in a gold-plated gauntlet with sharpened fingertips and rubies inlaid on the knuckles. It’s a treasure from Luo Binghe’s vault that he thought complimented the scene. Liu Qingge had to admit it added just the right amount of danger.

He traces the gauntlet along Luo Binghe’s back, making the chains rattle and clink against it. The metal had warmed with his body temperature, but the sharp fingertips left enticing lines on Luo Binghe’s skin.

“What a wonderful gift, the leader of the demonic realm as a bed warmer.” Liu Qingge had gotten better at playing with his tone, striking the balance between adoring and mocking that made Luo Binghe shudder underneath him.

When he pricks the fingertips of the gauntlet into Luo Binghe’s stomach, just above his straining cock, the demon gives a strangled moan. He can’t make much more noise than that with the muzzle caging his mouth tightly, thick leather straps wrapped around the back of his head.

Liu Qingge could hold him here for hours, picking new sensitive spots to jab and pinch so Luo Binghe will cry out and clench around him. When he skims golden fingertips along his shaft and loosely circles it, Luo Binghe squirms. He must be desperate for stimulation but unable to take it from the jointed metal that could potentially catch and pinch his skin. Showing mercy, Liu Qingge swaps hands.

But now the gauntlet tangles in Luo Binghe’s hair, tugging him back by the fluffy tail so his neck is arched back. Liu Qingge strokes him lazily as he gives short thrusts, eyes falling half-closed as he focuses on not spilling right away.

Luo Binghe’s arms shake as he tries to support himself while suspended between the pull at his hair and the push of Liu Qingge’s hips. He voices keening whines, punched out of him with every shallow thrust. He’s not sobbing yet, and Liu Qingge intends to fix that.

He lets go of Luo Binghe’s hair, sliding his hand around his side to his chest. He presses his first and second finger to either side of where the clamp bites into Luo Binghe’s nipple. With the slightest squeeze, he ups the pressure and pain until Luo Binghe writhes in place. Liu Qingge curls his fingers so the sharp tips prick in, pressing and releasing his grip in time with the motion of his hips.

Liu Qingge is close. He’s been close since he first pushed Luo Binghe down and with just a bit of spit and no preamble, split him open on his cock. It was the point of the scene, that Luo Binghe was a pretty thing to be taken for his pleasure, used until he was satisfied. This of course aligned perfectly with Luo Binghe’s desire to be fucked without mercy and made to suffer small pains to enhance the experience.

There are two directions the scene can take. Luo Binghe left it up to Liu Qingge to choose. He watches Luo Binghe heave for breath between choked moans and knows what direction he’ll take.

Abruptly, Liu Qingge slams into Luo Binghe and pulls out just as roughly. Luo Binghe’s body clings to him, and it takes every bit of self-control to not just sheathe himself inside once more and come like that. Instead he grips the back of Luo Binghe’s head and shoves him down into the mattress. Now with his face and chest flat against it, the muzzle and clamps dig in even harder and make him cry out.

Liu Qingge grinds against the outside of Luo Binghe’s hole, angling his cock to slide between his cheeks. It only takes a few more moments before he comes, pleasure blazing through him. It splatters along Luo Binghe’s back, dripping along the thin gold chains.

Luo Binghe gives an affronted whine. Liu Qingge grins. “Greedy beast.”

If Luo Binghe could talk currently, he would surely be whining about not being allowed to enjoy his shishu coming inside. Liu Qingge could hear his voice in his head, the pathetic tone as he professed that shishu didn’t really love him.

He would survive not being stuffed with cum this time. Liu Qingge had an alternate plan that he knew would be just as satisfying. He turned Luo Binghe onto his back, the demon limp and pliant in his hold.

In addition to the chains on his body, Luo Binghe was also wearing delicate gold cuffs on his wrists and ankles. Liu Qingge produced more chains, these ones thicker with hooks attached to either end. He shifted Luo Binghe’s hands above his head and hooked one end of the chain through the cuff. Then he fed the chain through a loop mounted above the headboard and secured the end to the other cuff.

Luo Binghe relaxed into the new position, letting his wrists rest by the top of his head. He arched his chest up, showing off his bright red and bruised nipples. Liu Qingge gently lifted his head, unbuckling the straps on the muzzle and lifting it away.

Luo Binghe stretches out his jaw. Then with feeling he says, “Shishu is so cruel to me.”

“Insatiable thing.” Liu Qingge chides. He slips off the bed and searches through the bedside drawer. When he returns with a thick jade plug, Luo Binghe’s eyes go comically wide.

“Yes yes yes!” He squirms in excitement. “Please, shishu!”

Liu Qingge rolls the plug thoughtfully between his hands. “Call me husband, we’re still roleplaying.”

Luo Binghe went still. His jaw worked. “Husband…Please…”

It sends a bolt through Liu Qingge. He finds the lubricant and slicks up the plug. It’s a tight fit as he presses it into Luo Binghe, easily twice as thick as his cock. He pets Luo Binghe’s thigh as he slowly works the plug into him. Luo Binghe moans and pushes into it, the thickest part popping past his rim.

When the plug is fully seated, Liu Qingge rocks it slightly as he speaks. “What a delicious display. I could bring guests in here to see you, all spread and ready for me to fuck you any time.” He leans in to whisper in his ear. “All for me.”

Luo Binghe keens. But Liu Qingge stops playing with the plug.

“Please…” Fat tears well up in his eyes. It’s not the broken sobbing Liu Qingge wants, so he does not bend to the pleading.

Liu Qingge attaches chains to either ankle cuff, anchoring them to the corners of the bed. This leaves Luo Binghe spread and pinned in place. Luo Binghe’s chest heaves as stares up at him, pouting.

“A perfect toy for me. Just a cocksleeve for me to use. Should I share you? Let someone else fuck you? You’re a desperate enough slut to want it, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around Luo Binghe’s cock, but the words have already pushed him to the edge.

Luo Binghe comes, now finally crying in earnest. Liu Qingge kisses away his tears.

“Shishu…”

“Yes?”

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?” Liu Qingge can see the plan forming in his eyes.

Luo Binghe sighs wistfully. “Someone else fucking me like a toy while you watch.”

“Is that something you want?” It would certainly give Liu Qingge a break.

“Yes!”

Liu Qingge grins. “Why don’t I see if Shen-shixiong wants to come over?”

Luo Binghe’s eyes glitter. “YES!”

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Shen Qingqiu sat in a plush chair in Luo Binghe’s chambers, looking at the display Liu Qingge had made of his disciple. Liu Qingge knelt in supplication by his feet, head bowed. Luo Binghe was still restrained on the bed, head craned at an uncomfortable angle to look at him.

On a side table next to him were the toys Liu Qingge had used. A muzzle, a gold-plated gauntlet, and the nipple clamps that Shen Qingqiu had removed himself, concerned for Binghe’s health. He needn’t have worried, Binghe practically begged him to make it hurt even more.

“Qingge, come closer.” Shen Qingqiu says, tone neutral.

Liu Qingge shuffles closer on his knees. Shen Qingqiu hooks his fingers under his chin and tilts his face up. “Qingge has done so well, such a good dog for me.”

Liu Qingge sucks in a sharp breath. Shen Qingqiu knew that he loved being a dog, a tool, a hunter. Following instructions and being rewarded. Unlike Luo Binghe who preferred to be a puppy, innocent and vulnerable and begging for attention.

Shen Qingqiu lifts the muzzle and buckles it onto Liu Qingge’s face. Then he rises to his feet and tugs him along by the straps of the muzzle to the bed. “Unhook Binghe now.”

Liu Qingge undoes the restraints. Shen Qingqiu massages his sore limbs, gathering Luo Binghe in his arms.

“Shizun, am I a good dog?” Oh the nerve of his disciple.

“We’ll see.” He replies, “Sit.”

Luo Binghe sits up straight, knees tucked under him.

“Qingge, get up next to him.”

With both of them on the bed, Shen Qingqiu takes a few steps back. They both watch him like they’re starving. Luo Binghe already lookes fucked out, wrecked and ruined and listing to one side as he struggles to sit upright. Liu Qingge is less affected, clothed but sweaty and flushed.

Shen Qingqiu does some mental calculations. He knows from experience that both of these men could probably go at it from dawn to dusk with hardly a pause to recover. Luo Binghe is a heavenly demon and Liu Qingge never backs down from a challenge. But if there’s one thing that breaks them down the best, it’s Shen Qingqiu’s methods.

They need a round to cool them down. They need to remember exactly who they belong to.

Shen Qingqiu turns to Liu Qingge first. “Strip, let’s make this fair.”

He watches as Liu Qingge shakily removes all of his clothes. The muzzle has the exact right effect, bringing Liu Qingge down and being a heavy reminder of his place. He can also see how hard he’s gotten after presumably already fucking Binghe.

“Binghe, lay back for me.” His disciple is already bouncing back fast, but he still looks exhausted. He obeys the instructions, but twists his head to watch Shen Qingqiu.

With his attentive audience Shen Qingqiu tries not to quail too much under the attention. He has a plan and a role to play, steadying himself with a deep breath. Turning away from the others, he starts to remove his own clothing as well. First his hair comes down, ornaments set on a table. Then his outer robes, folded neatly and set aside. He looks over his shoulder as he removes his inner robes, enjoying the way both of his partners react to his naked back being revealed.

It might be unusually warm in this room, or it might be the surge in demonic qi as Shen Qingqiu turns around and brushes his hair back over his shoulders and out of the way. He smiles as he sits down on the edge of the bed next to Liu Qingge and removes his boots. He trails a hand up Liu Qingge’s chest, wishing he had thought to bring a harness along as well. It would match the muzzle so well.

Shen Qingqiu leans in and kisses the metal cage, feeling Liu Qingge’s hot panting breath against his lips. He hooks his fingers through the straps and tips his head up and back. Liu Qingge whines as he kisses his neck, scraping his teeth along his skin.

Shen Qingqiu pulls away and finally strips off his pants. Then he manhandles Liu Qingge into place, arranging his pliant body how he likes. He positions him on his hands and knees over Luo Binghe, arms propped on either side of his torso. Shen Qingqiu kneels behind him, leaning over him to press a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Thank you for taking such good care of Binghe. Now let me take care of you.”

Liu Qingge lowers his head to rest on Luo Binghe’s chest. Luo Binghe pets his hair, making eye contact with Shen Qingqiu and smiling smugly. Shen Qingqiu smiles back, hands trailing down Liu Qingge’s waist to squeeze his ass in both hands. Liu Qingge jumped in his hold, gasping.

Shen Qingqiu leans briefly away to find where he had set a pot of oil next to his boots on the floor. He had taken to carrying the damn thing everywhere after his first few weeks of being with Binghe, and it had certainly come in handy.

“My beautiful pet, my good dog.” He murmurs to Liu Qingge, rubbing a slickened finger over his hole.

Liu Qingge moans, shuddering in anticipation. Shen Qingqiu slowly presses inside. “So good for me and Binghe, we love you so much.”

Liu Qingge tenses at the words. But he melts again as Luo Binghe pulls him in and kisses his forehead. “Shizun is right.”

Shen Qingqiu curls his finger, buried all the way inside. “We’re lucky to have you in our life.”

Liu Qingge makes a small protesting sound, but the muzzle prevents him from disagreeing out loud. Shen Qingqiu feels a rush at the power he holds over him. He gives Liu Qingge another finger and leans over him to whisper in his ear. “You and Binghe make me so happy. I look forward to every day I have the privilege of your company.”

Liu Qingge whines. Shen Qingqiu lays more soft kisses all over his shoulders and back as he spreads his fingers inside him, pumping in and out. Liu Qingge starts to rock back into him, matching his rhythm. Shen Qingqiu adds a third finger and Liu Qingge keens. He shudders and pants as Shen Qingqiu finally decides he’s prepared enough and removes his fingers.

He rests his hands on Liu Qingge’s hips. “So lovely, both of my loyal pets are so good for me.”

Luo Binghe grins, twisting a lock of Liu Qingge’s hair around his finger. Liu Qingge twists to watch Shen Qingqiu, breathing heavily and blushing bright red. Shen Qingqiu locks eyes with him and he starts to press his cock inside, watching his expression go slack and mindless.

He digs his nails into Liu Qingge’s hips, slowly rolling his hips forward. Liu Qingge is always so deliciously tight, and he has to close his eyes and breathe deep to center himself. He wants to parise Liu Qingge more, but the words fly from his head.

“Shizun.” Luo Binghe says. “Give it to him hard. He wants it.”

Shen Qingqiu’s hands flex on his hips, tightening. Liu Qingge moans and rocks back until Shen Qingqiu is fully sheathed inside. Shen Qingqiu drops his chin to his chest, heaving a deep sigh. “Qingge…”

He holds him still, pulling out almost fully and snapping back in. “My Qingge…”

Liu Qingge’s whole body is shoved back and forth as Shen Qingqiu pounds into him. “So tight, so warm, so perfect for me!”

His brain feels like mush, and he knows he’ll be embarrassed about his mindless babbling later. But for now there’s only Liu Qingge moaning brokenly under him, tight body squeezing him mercilessly. There’s Luo Binghe watching him with a red glint in his eyes, holding Liu Qingge by his ponytail.

Shen Qingqiu loses himself in it, nails scratching down from Liu Qingge’s hips to his thighs, leaving red marks in their wake. He fixes his teeth in his shoulder, lapping his tongue over the abused skin he left behind. Liu Qingge couldn’t hold himself up anymore, slumping down onto Luo Binghe’s chest.

Shen Qingqiu’s body shudders, going taut as he buries himself fully inside and bit down hard enough on Liu Qingge’s shoulder to draw blood. He comes hard, scrambling to get his hand around Liu Qingge’s cock to push him over the edge as well. Liu Qingge whimpers and cries, coming just as hard.

They separate, Shen Qingqiu gently laying Liu Qingge next to Luo Binghe. He removes the muzzle from his face, rewarding him with a soft kiss. Then he kisses Luo Binghe, curling up on his other side.

“Was I good too, shizun?”

“Yes Binghe, so good for me and Qingge.”

Luo Binghe gave a satisfied hum, wrapping one arm around Shen Qingqiu and the other around Liu Qingge, holding them both close.