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“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says anxiously, leaning over Luo Binghe where he’s curled on the ground, shaking hard enough to dislodge Shen Qingqiu’s hand.

 

“Stop moving,” Liu Qingge snaps, as Shen Qingqiu winces in pain, his broken leg jostled by Luo Binghe’s uncontrolled movement.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe bites out, hand scraping along the ground to form a fist. “ Shizun. ” He slams his fist into the ground, and Liu Qingge drags Shen Qingqiu back a half step as the ground cracks under Luo Binghe’s hand.

 

Luo Binghe immediately turns an icy look on Liu Qingge, the energy in the room turning dark. He staggers to his feet, towering threateningly over Liu Qingge despite the space between them and the marginal difference in their heights.

 

“Take your hand off Shizun,” he says, eyes darkening in a glare. He’s breathing heavily, and sweat follows the line of a strand of hair down his jawline.

 

He’s been like this for a while.

 

“You’re out of control,” Liu Qingge snaps, not releasing Shen Qingqiu’s arm. “Get yourself in hand.”

 

Luo Binghe’s expression darkens even further. The energy around him takes on a hint of bloodlust.

 

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu interjects, holding out a hand appeasingly. “The demonic technique used on you can be broken.”

 

Liu Qingge darts a look at him. If Shen Qingqiu hasn’t mentioned it until now, despite the hours they’ve been trapped in this tiny room with Luo Binghe ready to snap, the method to break it must not be a very safe or pleasant one.

 

“But it will require… the assistance of another person,” Shen Qingqiu says, voice steady and face calm.

 

Somehow, despite Shen Qingqiu’s unruffled appearance, Liu Qingge has the sudden feeling that Shen Qingqiu is extremely nervous to say it.

 

“Shizun, please tell this disciple what it is,” Luo Binghe says, the earnest tone of his voice belied by the intensity of his red eyes, fixed unwaveringly on Shen Qingqiu’s face.

 

Shen Qingqiu shifts his weight, then stops, as though remembering his broken leg.

 

He lifts his fan, and holds it in front of his face.

 

“Dual cultivating with a powerful cultivator… has been said… to break this demonic technique…” Shen Qingqiu says, trailing off at the end of his sentence.

 

The tension in the room peaks and hangs in the air.

 

Liu Qingge feels the very strong desire to look away, but the room is so small that there is nowhere to look. Even if he stepped away, he could only pace a step and a half before he would hit the wall.

 

Luo Binghe’s eyes are fixed on Shen Qingqiu’s face, half covered by the fan, and his expression is growing more and more intense.

 

“No, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, voice firm despite the glow of his eyes. “Shizun is injured. This disciple would rather die than hurt him.”

 

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says, snapping his fan closed with a huff. “This master is perfectly capable of taking steps to protect his disciple.”

 

“You are not capable,” Liu Qingge interrupts, frowning. Shen Qingqiu can barely stand.

 

“Stay out of this,” Luo Binghe says, face instantly transforming into a black look as he glares at Lui Qingge, the demonic energy around him flaring again. He turns back at Shen Qingqiu, and his expression softens into one of concern, despite his fast breaths and the sweat that continues to darken his hairline. “Shizun, this disciple will be fine.”

 

“Binghe, your energy is starting to damage the walls,” Shen Qingqiu says, nodding to the side of the small room. Just visible are hairline cracks spreading along the walls, despite the warded reinforcements that made them strong enough to resist all three of the men’s coordinated attacks when they were first placed in here.

 

The rest goes unsaid… Luo Binghe’s energy will damage the other things in the room as well.

 

Even the cultivators.

 

“We must fix this,” Shen Qingqiu says, moving forward to cup Luo Binghe’s face, thumb brushing a few hairs to the side.

 

Luo Binghe’s eyes fall closed, and his hands clench into fists, trembling as though he can barely restrain himself. “Shizun,” he pants again.

 

His energy flares unsteadily.

 

“Nonsense,” Liu Qingge snaps. “You cannot c- cultivate with him like this.”

 

“Well someone has to,” Shen Qingqiu snaps back.

 

A silence falls on the room.

 

“Wait, I didn’t mean-” Shen Qingqiu begins hastily, but Liu Qingge is already speaking.

 

“I’ll do it,” he says tersely.

 

“As if I would touch trash like you,” Luo Binghe growls, pulling Shen Qingqiu in tightly against him.

 

Shen Qingqiu stumbles, a slight noise of pain escaping him.

 

“You’re hurting him!” Liu Qingge says, slashing a hand through the air. “This is how you will treat your shizun?! What a poor disciple!”

 

“Watch your words, you-” Luo Binghe starts, and Shen Qingqiu slaps his shoulder lightly with his fan.

 

“Binghe!” he says, tone stern. “Peak Master Liu is trying to help. Be courteous!”

 

“I would never lie with him, Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, turning his head into Shen Qingqiu’s hair. “I belong only to you. My body is yours alone.”

 

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu says, a note of fluster finally making it into his voice.

 

“Nor would I lie with you by choice!” Liu Qingge explodes ill-temperedly. “But better that than watching you lie with him while he is in pain!!”

 

Luo Binghe’s eyes turn to him, narrowing, as Shen Qingqiu’s hand comes up, seemingly without his noticing, to stroke his hair soothingly.

 

“Indeed,” Luo Binghe says darkly. “You should not watch.” The energy around him flares up again, and this time a few flakes of stone rise slightly off the ground, shivering in the air. The pressure is strong against even Liu Qingge’s immortal body.

 

“Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes. “We really must address this.” There’s a note of authority in his voice; Liu Qingge can only imagine that the pressure is even stronger so close to Luo Binghe.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, turning to the man in his arms with suddenly soft, desperate eyes. “Shizun, I don’t want to hurt you. Tell me what to do.”

 

Shen Qingqiu turns his head within the circle of Luo Binghe’s arms to glance over his shoulder at Liu Qingge, who looks at him resolutely.

 

Somehow, he feels like Shen Qingqiu’s eyes are apologizing.

 

“Then, if Peak Master Liu is truly willing,” Shen Qingqiu says, looking back into Luo Binghe’s eyes, “Binghe should allow him to help him.”

 

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“Get your clumsy hands off my clothing,” Liu Qingge snaps, batting Luo Binghe’s iron grip away from his lapels, where it wrinkles the lines of his robe and threatens to tear the cloth. “I’ll take them off myself.”

 

“Fine,” Luo Binghe says irritatedly, hands going to his own robes and shrugging them onto the floor carelessly. Under the cloth of his robes, his muscular chest and abdomen are glistening with sweat. Luo Binghe goes to undo his pants, and Liu Qingge hurriedly drops his eyes away, concentrating on his own clothing. Shen Qingqiu sits off to the side, hand slowly rubbing his injured leg.

 

Liu Qingge has absolutely no interest in Luo Binghe, but somehow he’s feeling slightly flustered. He slowly removes his outer robe, concentrating on it as he folds it carefully in his hands. He carefully doesn’t look to the side.

 

Luo Binghe walks into his space, until his bare chest is almost brushing Liu Qingge’s hands where they hold his robe.

 

“What?” Liu Qingge snaps, eyes shooting up to glare at Luo Binghe’s face. Luo Binghe’s eyes are intense, his answering glare just as piercing as Liu Qingge’s, as he grabs Liu Qingge’s robe out of his hands and throws it on the ground, away from Shen Qingqiu.

 

Liu Qingge’s teeth grit, and he raises a hand to deal Luo Binghe’s torso a blow- not deadly, Luo Binghe has taken much harder ones from him- but Luo Binghe simply grabs his wrist in the air before it makes contact, fingers wrapping around it tight enough to bruise.

 

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu says, his usually even voice dismayed. “Be respectful!”

 

Luo Binghe’s face reddens slightly, though his expression is still angry, and he drops Liu Qingge’s hand.

 

Liu Qingge realizes that the lack of fabric in his hands means there’s nothing obscuring his view of the rest of Luo Binghe’s body, and his eyes inadvertently glance down.

 

Holy shit.

 

His mouth does not drop open, but it’s by a small margin.

 

Luo Binghe has been walking around with something like that this whole time!? And he’s only half hard!

 

Luo Binghe smirks. “Like what you see?” he says, and leans in a little so that Shen Qingqiu can’t hear him. “What’s wrong? Can’t compare?” Liu Qingge jerks his eyes up, affronted, and Luo Binghe leans in even closer, whispering. “Scared Shizun will see that you don’t measure up?”

 

Liu Qingge hisses in a breath, and immediately strips off the rest of his clothes, barely bothering to fold them before tossing them on top of his outer robe. He has nothing to hide! His dick may not be as uncomfortably large as Luo Binghe’s, but it’s certainly enough to satisfy anyone’s doubts as to his capability.

 

Luo Binghe looks down at Liu Qingge’s body as he throws the clothes to the side, eyes tracking along the lines of his torso and abdomen before fixing onto his dick. He’s still sweating, and his hands twitch at his side.

 

“Well?” Liu Qingge says belligerently, standing to face him with his arms crossed.

 

Luo Binghe’s hands flash forward to grab at Liu Qingge’s hips, fingers digging into the muscle hard enough to bruise, and yanks him forward half a step.

 

“Don’t think about even looking at him,” he says darkly into his ear, and roughly grabs Liu Qingge’s dick.

 

“You-” Liu Qingge sputters, and darts an inadvertent glance over to Shen Qingqiu, face heating.

 

He doesn’t even get his face fully turned before Luo Binghe’s hand is gripping his hair hard, preventing him from looking.

 

“Get your hand off me,” he says, hand flying up to grab Luo Binghe’s forearm warningly.

 

“Fine,” Luo Binghe says, and removes the hand that was on his dick, leaving Liu Qingge’s hips to chase the air. He keeps his other hand in Liu Qingge’s hair, fingers tightening as they lock eyes, sparks jumping back and forth.

 

Liu Qingge’s fingers are digging in with almost all of his strength, but Luo Binghe doesn’t react at all.

 

Liu Qingge’s eyes narrow.

 

“Disrespectful!” he snaps, and goes to punch him in the stomach. Luo Binghe scoffs, but Shen Qingqiu, at the same time, says “Binghe!” and Luo Binghe simply looks at him over Liu Qingge’s shoulder, not bothering to block.

 

The hit connects at full force, and Luo Binghe doesn’t even flinch.

 

Liu Qingge feels his face get hot.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says beseechingly, though his grip is still unwavering, hard as iron in Liu Qingge’s hair. “This disciple is simply trying to help him concentrate.” He tugs on Liu Qingge’s hair, forcing him forward half a step, and Liu Qingge lets out a small gasp.

 

Oh no. Luo Binghe definitely heard it.

 

“Liu Shishu is helping you,” Shen Qingqiu continues reproaching him, tone angry.

 

Liu Qingge’s cheeks are hot. His eyes slide down, and he notices that Luo Binghe…

 

...is he getting harder?! From his shizun yelling at him!?

 

This guy is really…!

 

“I can promise you that he likes it,” Luo Binghe says, a touch of arrogance in his voice. He tugs at Liu Qingge’s hair again, and Liu Qingge can’t stop the small noise that comes out.

 

This is terrible. He’s getting hard too.

 

“It doesn’t matter whether he likes it,” Shen Qingqiu is still lecturing, his smooth scholar’s voice not helping Liu Qingge’s arousal. “You can’t do it unless he allows you to.”

 

“Then Liu… Shishu,” Luo Binghe says, tone cocky and hand going mockingly soft in his hair. “Would you like me to stop? Say the word, and I will. We can have nice, gentle sex on the floor right here, where I take you gently and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.”

 

Liu Qingge says nothing.

 

...This is really bad. He’s really turned on.

 

He... doesn’t want gentle sex.

 

He grits his teeth. “I can take whatever you give,” he says challengingly, pushing Luo Binghe hard enough that he takes a half step back, his hand pulling Liu Qingge after him by the hair.

 

This time, Liu Qingge manages to keep the noise from coming out of him, but he can feel the weight of his cock between his legs as he’s dragged after him.

 

Shen Qingqiu tuts at Luo Binghe, but doesn’t reprimand him further, and Luo Binghe looks Liu Qingge up and down disdainfully, a smile quirking his lips.

 

“Get on your knees,” he says, shoving down on Liu Qingge’s shoulder, and Liu Qingge gasps in indignation.

 

“You dare-” he starts, leaning back in affront, but Luo Binghe’s leg cuts against the back of one knee, and he crashes to the ground.

 

“There you go,” Luo Binghe says, as Liu Qingge’s heart speeds up, kneeling in front of him. How is it that Luo Binghe, completely out of control from the demonic energy in him, is standing composedly in front of him, eyes alight with carefully contained fire, while Liu Qinnge is so…

 

So…

 

Affected.

 

His neck is hot with Shen Qingqiu’s presence behind him, though he still can’t turn his head to confirm what he already knows- that he’s staring.

 

Not being able to see him is…

 

“Do you want to suck my cock, or should we get straight to the cultivation?” Luo Binghe is asking condescendingly, disconcertingly huge cock only a few inches from Liu Qingge’s face. Liu Qingge feels his face go red, as he shakes his head as much as he can within the grip of Luo Binghe’s fingers, huffing in anger.

 

“I would rather die,” he bites out.

 

His words catch slightly.

 

For some reason, his mouth feels wet.

 

“Well then,” Luo Binghe says, and releases his hair to shove him roughly to the ground. Liu Qingge lands on his back, face contorting in anger, and is immediately covered by Luo Binghe’s body pushing between his legs. Luo Binghe’s hands grip him forcefully on the insides of his thighs, spreading them to the sides.

 

Shamefully, Liu Qingge’s cock responds.

 

“Binghe, slow down,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes, exasperated.

 

He sounds like he’s not surprised by Luo Binghe’s actions… this had better not be how Luo Binghe treats his shizun!

 

As Liu Qingge’s scowl deepens, a rustling sound comes from behind him, as though Shen Qingqiu is going through his sleeves.

 

“Use this,” Shen Qingqiu says.

 

Liu Qingge swallows. Shen Qingqiu’s voice is as even as always, isn’t it? He shouldn’t allow himself to imagine that he sounded flustered.

 

He won’t be disrespectful with his thoughts, the way the lout in front of him always is.

 

The lout in question snaps a hand up to catch a small bottle that flies towards him. The bottle has some sort of liquid substance in it- an oil?

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, voice reverential, and shakes his fingers, uncapping the bottle one-handed. He turns his gaze back on Liu Qingge, and his eyes narrow.

 

Liu Qingge snaps his attention back to the man in front of him, glaring again. Luo Binghe is letting the oil drip onto his fingers, eyes drilling holes in Liu Qingge’s head. He leans in, and the overwhelming heat of his feverish state presses against Liu Qingge’s body as he lowers his head to murmur into Liu Qingge’s ear.

 

“I can see you thinking about him,” he says, low enough that it won’t carry to the other man in the room, small though it is.

 

He definitely can’t actually see Liu Qingge’s thoughts; no demonic techniques can do that.

 

Can they?

 

Luo Binghe’s slick fingers make their way between Liu Qingge’s legs, and Liu Qingge feels the muscles at his entrance jump, tensing. “I’m going to fuck you well enough that you can’t ever picture him again,” Luo Binghe murmurs conversationally, as the first finger makes its way inside. Liu Qingge squirms with the incursion, biting his cheek to stop himself from doing anything embarrassing, like clutching at Luo Binghe’s shoulder or making a noise. “You won’t be able to come again without remembering my cock after I’m done with you,” Luo Binghe says quietly, twisting his finger deep inside him.

 

Liu Qingge’s embarrassment at their activities is outweighed by his astonishment at Luo Binghe’s audacity. This guy really has a high opinion of his performance!!

 

Unfortunately, over the course of the next few minutes, Liu Qingge isn’t given any evidence to disprove him. Luo Binghe’s fingers work inside him expertly, and Liu Qingge feels his muscles relaxing enough that the addition of a third and a fourth finger is only slightly painful. He grits his teeth, ignoring the way that the remaining frisson of pain inside him makes his cock leak, and hopes that Luo Binghe hasn’t noticed.

 

The quiet huff of laughter at his neck doesn’t let him hold onto that hope for long, though.

 

“Liu Shishu seems to not mind the pain,” Luo Binghe says, loudly enough that Shen Qingqiu might be able to hear it. “Perhaps he even enjoys it?”

 

Liu Qingge flashes him a glare, and shoves him hard with his hand. Luo Binghe rocks back slightly, and laughs.

 

“Then, is Shishu ready?” Luo Binghe asks out loud for Shen Qingqiu’s benefit, moving closer between his thighs and taking his fingers out. “Can this disciple go ahead?”

 

Liu Qingge looks down, and sees the frankly intimidating thing positioned ready between his legs. He feels sweat break out on his brow.

 

Luo Binghe is staring down at him with an intense expression. Though he’s kept himself remarkably in control through all of this, using the opportunity to mock Liu Qingge in a way he’ll be made to pay for later, he’s very obviously still affected. His breathing is fast, and the muscles in his arms and torso stand out, as though he’s barely keeping himself from grabbing Liu Qingge and fucking into him like a boneless sex doll.

 

Liu Qingge feels his heart beating double time. The feeling of danger and demonic energy in the air is still climbing. He has the impression that once Luo Binghe starts pushing into him, there won’t be much he can do; he won’t have any choice but to lie back and take whatever Luo Binghe decides to give him, however he wants to give it.

 

He hears the quiet rustle of fabric behind him again.

 

He’s never been this aroused in his life.

 

“It’s fine,” he says tightly, fingers closing into fists in an effort to keep his attention focused. Shen Qingqiu clears his throat behind him, the sound slightly muffled, as though hidden behind his fan, and Luo Binghe leans heavily onto his hips, using his hand to press the head of his cock against Liu Qingge’s entrance.

 

Liu Qingge breathes out unsteadily. Luo Binghe’s oversized cock is slick with oil, but it still stretches the skin of his entrance in a way that promises pain.

 

He feels precome run down the tip of his own cock.

 

“Shizun, please forgive this disciple,” Luo Binghe says, as he starts to push his cock into Liu Qingge, who fights down a gasp. “This disciple has no intention of ever giving his heart or body to anyone else.” His hips rock forward another inch, and Liu Qingge feels his body shake with the mixed sensation of pain and… and…

 

He grits his teeth, and closes his eyes. He needs to concentrate on not letting any noises out.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says tightly again, drawing his cock part way out and then pushing back in, further than before. Liu Qingge’s stoicism fails him. His breath comes out in a gasp, cock twitching.

 

“It’s okay, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu’s smooth voice says soothingly. “It’s okay, you’re doing well, keep going.”

 

Liu Qingge feels Luo Binghe’s cock jump inside him, but he’s completely sure that Luo Binghe noticed the way that he tightened around him, too.

 

The feeling of danger spikes, and Lui Qingge bites his lip, keeping his eyes tightly closed, a deep line between his eyebrows.

 

Luo Binghe’s hips draw back, and slowly, with ironic gentleness, start to push in, further and further. His pace is slow, and can’t possibly be called rough, but his cock’s progress is inexorable, filling Liu Qingge fuller and fuller until he feels he can’t possibly take any more.

 

Liu Qingge’s arm jumps up, and his hand grabs forcefully at Luo Binghe’s shoulder, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bright red lines. But despite the force of his grip, the progress of Luo Binghe’s cock doesn’t slow at all, pushing in and in until Liu Qingge’s teeth on his own lip draw blood.

 

And then, even slightly further- the distastefully huge cock shoves in a last half inch, making Liu Qingge gasp.

 

Luo Binghe’s face hides itself in Liu Qingge’s shoulder, so that his smug expression is hidden as he starts to fuck his hips forward, leaving the other man no time to adjust.

 

Liu Qingge’s other arm comes up, and his hands both clutch Luo Binghe’s shoulders, as though he’s caught between pushing him away and clinging onto him. His hips slide on the ground with the force of Luo Binghe’s strokes, as his thighs strain to accommodate the strong waist between them.

 

This… this is really too...!

 

Liu Qingge’s body is hot, almost as hot as Luo Binghe’s where is presses against him and into him. He can feel himself starting to sweat, can feel his heart rate rising to beat wildly against his chest.

 

He didn’t think it would feel this... good?!

 

There’s a huge pressure inside him, sometimes crossing the line into pain, but the bright flashes of sensation just make his cock leak more where it’s trapped between the two bodies. The force of Luo Binghe’s thrusts into him move his whole body, jostling him as though he’ll slide right across the ground towards the person sitting behind him.

 

Liu Qingge has never been fucked like this, and they’ve barely even started.

 

“Gently, Binghe,” comes the voice from behind him, and Liu Qingge makes a noise inadvertently. Luo Binghe’s hand shoots up to cover his mouth.

 

“Now now,” Luo Binghe says hotly into his ear, “let’s be careful about what you let out of your mouth.”

 

Liu Qingge makes an indignant noise beneath his hand, and slams his fist into Luo Binghe’s back a few times. Luo Binghe doesn’t react at all, just leans forward and slowly sinks his teeth into Liu Qingge’s shoulder.

 

Liu Qingge feels his brain go blank. His pulse is beating wildly in his neck, and he can hear his loud breathing echoing in Luo Binghe’s hand. He’s so hard it almost hurts.

 

Luo Binghe’s demonic energy is surging, the threat of his bite obvious.

 

Liu Qingge wants him to follow through on the threat.

 

“Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes, and Liu Qingge feels his mind go a little more empty, his legs falling slightly further apart. “Don’t bite him, are you an animal?!”

 

Luo Binghe’s teeth sink more deeply into Liu Qingge’s shoulder, and his cock twitches inside him as he grinds his hips forward. “This disciple is sorry, Shizun,” he says breathlessly, taking his mouth barely off the shoulder, lips still grazing the indents of his teeth, “but Liu Shishu does seem to enjoy it?”

 

This guy…! He’s getting off on his Shizun scolding him!

 

“Is that true, Liu Shidi?” Shen Qingqiu’s voice asks, and Liu Qingge can’t help but moan around the hand forcefully covering his mouth at the soft tone of his voice, even as Luo Binghe’s other hand tightens warningly on his side.

 

Luo Binghe’s version of a warning is enough that his bones creak under it. He can feel the mark starting to form already, the thin skin over his ribs becoming a dark bruise in the shape of Luo Binghe’s hand.

 

He can’t help it- he moans again.

 

“Liu Shishu seems unable to hold back his noises,” Luo Binghe observes conversationally, hips continuing to slam into him with unwavering precision. “Can it be that he’s enjoying this?”

 

Liu Qingge opens his eyes and shoots him a glare over the hand covering his mouth, expression sharp despite his eyes’ slight glassiness, and is suddenly struck by a bolt of pleasure like he’s never felt before.

 

This time, his voice isn’t a low moan, but an embarrassingly loud and desperate noise, barely muffled by Luo Binghe’s hand.

 

“Ah, it seems that this is the spot Liu Shishu would like me to aim for,” Luo Binghe says, grinding his oversized cock against the same spot again. Liu Qingge feels a tingling fire race through his whole body, and tosses his head wildly to the side, trying to avoid making a sound.

 

“None of that,” Luo Binghe pants, moving his hand to roughly grab Liu Qingge’s hair again. “Stay nice and still, don’t distract me.”

 

Liu Qingge suddenly longs for Luo Binghe’s hand to return to his mouth, because without the cover, his fast breaths, barely audible before, are now mortifyingly erotic. He can feel that his whole face is red, and slams his own hand over his mouth.

 

Through the haze of pleasure and sound of Luo Binghe’s body slapping into his, his ears are still attuned to the faintest of noises from behind him. He thinks he can hear the disturbance of the air where Shen Qingqiu’s fan parts it.

 

Luo Binghe snarls, and bites him again, this time deep enough that his slightly pointed teeth draw blood.

 

Liu Qingge’s hand muffles the swear that tries to come out, as his legs part further and his hips roll onto Luo Binghe’s cock through no decision of his own.

 

“I knew it,” Luo Binghe says lowly into his ear, yanking on his hair. Liu Qingge grits his teeth to not make a sound, trembling.

 

Luo Binghe is whispering, so that Shen Qingqiu can’t hear. “You sick fuck, you really like being hurt, huh? Did you get off on it all those times I beat you up? Is that why you kept coming back?”

 

“You- you-!” Liu Qinnge pulls his hand away from his face and starts to yell, but Luo Binghe smirks and grabs his throat, fingers digging into the soft muscle.

 

Liu Qingge tries to swallow, but the hold on his neck is too tight. He feels his cock jump, hot precome leaking down it.

 

Fuck.

 

His hand comes up to grab Luo BInghe’s wrist, but he makes no move to pull it away. His fingers clutch the wrist weakly.

 

“Luo Binghe!” Shen Qingqiu’s voice says loudly from behind him. Liu Qingge’s cock jumps again. “You absolutely may not cut his voice off! How will he tell you if he needs you to stop?”

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says, looking up over Liu Qingge’s head supplicatingly. “This disciple is just trying to make it good for Liu Shishu.”

 

What supplicating- his hand hasn’t let up on Liu Qingge’s neck at all! He can barely get in a breath! And Luo Binghe’s hips are still driving in forcefully, that huge cock not slowing at all, even as Liu Qingge feels his body giving way to the intrusion, waist becoming more pliant with each hard thrust.

 

“Perhaps Liu Shishu could simply let go of my wrist if he wants me to stop?” Luo Binghe says, not looking down at Liu Qingge. His eyes are fixed on a point over his head.

 

He must be… must be looking at Shen Qingqiu…

 

Liu Qingge tries not to picture it, but he can’t stop himself. Luo Binghe is looking directly into Shen Qingqiu’s eyes, as he fucks Liu Qingge on the ground to in front of him to within an inch of his life.

 

His hand tightens on Luo Binghe’s wrist. He’s certainly not going to let go.

 

He brings a leg up and kicks Luo Binghe in the back with his heel, as if spurring a horse. ‘Hurry up.’

 

Luo Binghe’s eyes fall to his face, narrowing.

 

“Wow, Liu Shishu is certainly eager,” he says, and pauses the motion of his hips for a moment to rearrange them.

 

He easily yanks Liu Qingge towards him by the waist one-handed, the other never letting go of his throat, until he’s bent almost in half under him, one leg pressed into his own chest.

 

Like this, there’s really no way for Liu Qingge to move.

 

His face is hot- forget his face, his whole body feels like there’s fire crawling through his veins, exposed like this. His cock, trapped between his and Luo Binghe’s abs, feels like it’s going to fall off if he doesn’t get some pressure on it. He struggles to breathe in deeply, but can only manage a light breath through the weight on his neck.

 

He feels dizzy with pleasure.

 

“Liu Shishu is ready?” Luo Binghe says, with fake solicitousness.  

 

Ready? Ready for what? He’s already been fucking Liu Qingge to the limits of what he can handle, what more can there be?

 

Liu Qingge forces his face into a frown, and slams his free hand, the one not clutching Luo Binghe’s wrist, into his waist, driving his cock inside him. Whatever Luo Binghe thinks he can dish out, he can take it.

 

He can hear a faint indrawn breath from behind him, and he suddenly feels like his whole body is weightless. He tingles under his skin, all the way from his neck to his fingers and into his feet.

 

Shen Qingqiu took that breath in response to him.

 

The feeling continues, even as Luo Binghe snarls and starts fucking him in earnest.

 

It turns out that Luo Binghe was holding back before. Now, when he pushes into Liu Qingge, he gets to the end and then always shoves his cock in that extra half-inch, grinding endlessly against the spot that makes Liu Qingge’s vision go black and then light up with stars. His weight forces Liu Qingge’s hips apart, legs helpless to do anything but part for the overwhelming sensation, as he settles in and fucks him for minutes that stretch into an indefinite period of time, Liu Qingge’s head lost in the pleasure.

 

Liu Qingge almost thinks that he should be grateful for the hand that stays on his throat, preventing his moans from escaping, but instead he’s just making humiliating choked out noises each time the hand lets up to allow him a breath. Luo Binghe’s other hand never goes near his cock, but it does palm his side forcefully, in the same place that he left the bruise before.

 

His fingers dig into the heavy bruise now, and Liu Qingge tosses his head violently beneath him, hand clutching Luo Binghe’s wrist more tightly, pushing the hand into his throat. Luo Binghe tightens his fingers on his neck, and Liu Qingge gets light-headed, feeling new bruises start to form, as his muscles go fully limp, waist relaxing enough that Luo Binghe pushes in to a new depth.

 

“There you go,” Luo Binghe says, smirk audible even as Liu Qingge lets his eyes fall closed, face hot. He can’t look at him. “Told you I’d make it good for you.” He leans in. “Just try picturing Shizun now,” he whispers in his ear, hand tightening threateningly on his throat.

 

Liu Qingge tries, he really does, but he can’t imagine anything. Shen Qingqiu is so noble and refined, he would never fuck him this roughly, never choke him until he couldn’t breathe, never dig his fingers into the bruises that-

 

Luo Binghe bites him again, bites his neck right next to the bruises his fingers are leaving, and Liu Qingge whites out, coming hard enough that his hips lift even Luo Binghe’s considerable weight off the ground, before falling, shaking, back to the earth.

 

He loses track of what’s happening for a few moments, but as he comes back to himself, he feels Luo Binghe’s inconveniently large cock still driving into him, the stimulation starting to hurt more than it feels good.

 

He swallows, and this he time manages to get the spit down, Luo Binghe’s hand lighter on his neck than before. He managed to not drop his hand from Luo Binghe’s wrist while he was coming, it seems, but it barely stayed on- he can feel it trembling against Luo Binghe’s hot skin where it rests on him.

 

He bats at him weakly with his free hand, then lets both his hands fall back to the ground, spent.

 

Luo Binghe takes the hand off his neck, but doesn’t slow down at all, hitching Liu Qingge’s legs up higher onto his thighs.

 

This guy… is really planning to just keep going?!

 

Liu Qingge feels like he’s floating, body still trembling with a combination of fireworks and building discomfort, but he does remember the original goal of this ridiculous farce, which is to help Luo Binghe regain control of his demonic energy. He knows that Luo Binghe needs to come for that.

 

But hasn’t it already been a long time? How is he still not close?!

 

Luo Binghe’s breathing is rapid, and his hips are moving steadily. The flush of red on his body is still apparent, the demon mark on his brow strong, and sweat is dripping down his neck and chest where he looks down at Liu Qingge. Strands of his hair stick to his neck and face.

 

He looks like he wants to kill Liu Qingge.

 

Liu Qingge feels his spent cock twitch.

 

Luo Binghe grabs both Liu Qingge’s wrists in his hand and forces them to the ground above his head, and holding him down, he fucks him hard for a long time, leaving bites and bruises along his chest, shoulders, and neck, hips slamming him into the ground hard enough that he’ll have bruises all along his back.

 

After a while, Liu Qingge slowly feels the pain of overstimulation give way to pleasure, and at some point after that, he realizes that he’s been making uncontrolled little fucked-out noises the whole time.

 

His hips, pinned in place under Luo Binghe’s weight, shiver with the tension of not being able to roll forward onto the cock driving into him. If Luo Binghe had him in a different position, he probably would have been moving his waist like a common prostitute, like he was begging for Luo Binghe to fuck him harder and in just the right spot.

 

Liu Qingge is thankful for the small favor that lets him keep this tiny scrap of his dignity, even though Luo Binghe’s huge cock is hitting the right spot every single time anyway, forcing out those unseemly noises.

 

Luo Binghe takes him for what feels like hours, and Liu Qingge soon barely even remembers the point of this exercise, or the other person in the room, in favor of the mounting, almost-painful levels of pleasure in his untouched cock.

 

He needs to come.

 

Luo Binghe’s thrusts have been getting slightly more erratic, as though even his unbelievable stamina is reaching its limits. His hot breaths on Liu Qingge’s neck make the bloody bitemarks twinge with pain, and the hand that isn’t holding Liu Qingge’s arms down pulls at his hip, strong fingers leaving more bruises behind in their wake. All of it just heightens Liu Qingge’s arousal, making it harder and harder to ignore the urgency of his cock.

 

Luo Binghe stopped talking after he made Liu Qingge come by choking him, as though he’d humiliated him enough for the moment, but now his breath catches and he lets a word slip out, loud against Liu Qingge’s neck.

 

“Shizun…”

 

Liu Qingge’s whole overstimulated body flushes with heat.

 

This… this is the height of humiliation. Liu Qingge can do nothing but lie there and take it while the man fucking him calls out someone else’s name, while his body is used like a sex toy for the other person’s pleasure.

 

“I’m here, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice comes from behind him, and Liu Qingge feels his exhausted body tighten nonetheless around Luo Binghe’s cock.

 

He desperately wishes Luo Binghe couldn’t tell that he was into this.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says again, louder, and slams his hips into Liu Qingge. Liu Qingge moans. “Shizun, this disciple wants to please you.”

 

“You’re doing great, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu’s voice says encouragingly, and Luo Binghe makes a sound and bites onto the already-painful marks on Liu Qingge’s shoulder, cock dripping enough precome that Liu Qingge can feel it, wet and filthy inside him.

 

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe says again, panting. Can he say nothing else in bed?! “Shizun, may I come?”

 

Liu Qingge feels fury race through him. Has Luo Binghe been holding off on purpose?! Holding off, waiting until Shen Qingqiu told him… told him to… his body flushes with heat.

 

“Come, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu says, and Liu Qingge moans loudly, even as Luo Binghe…

 

Takes his cock out of him?!

 

Ah ,” Luo Binghe says, hand moving on his cock.

 

“What are you-” Liu Qingge says, indignant, and Luo Binghe, eyes closed and a slight frown between his eyes, lines his hips up and shoves his cock back in.

 

The hand that was on his cock comes up to Liu Qingge’s face, and Liu Qingge realizes that Luo Binghe came into his hand before sticking his cock back inside him, because Luo Binghe roughly shoves three fingers’ worth of come into his mouth.

 

Liu Qingge immediately orgasms.

 

This time, he doesn’t even have the luxury of not remembering how he acts during it, and he’s fully conscious of how wantonly he rolls his hips into the dirty, wet strokes of Luo Binghe’s cock, which is pumping even more come inside him, how he moans lewdly around those fingers, filled up on both ends, how Shen Qingqiu’s breath behind him catches, like a restrained gasp, and how Luo Binghe laughs breathlessly, even as he continues to finish inside of Liu Qingge.

 

He will never be able to show his face after this.

 

Luo Binghe is still thrusting shallowly into him a last few times, as Liu Qingge comes down, boneless and shivering.

 

Luo Binghe lets out a small final gasp, and pulls out.

 

Liu Qingge can feel the… the come…

 

He tries not to think about it.

 

Shen Qingqiu’s awkward steps come from behind him, and suddenly green enters his vision, as Shen Qingqiu kneels by their side.

 

Liu Qingge lies on his back, covered in his own come and full of Luo Binghe’s, as Shen Qingqiu, untouched and elegant as always, leans over him to check on Luo Binghe’s cultivation.

 

“You’re well now,” Shen Qingqiu says with audible relief, hand dropping from Luo Binghe’s forehead. “Liu Shidi, are you all right?” he asks, turning to face him.

 

Liu Qingge meets his eyes, and then immediately looks away. He can still feel Shen Qingqiu’s eyes moving down his chest, taking in the bite marks and the bruises and the come and the blood and his hopelessly disheveled hair. Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, and reaches for Liu Qingge’s robe where it lies on the ground, handing it to him.

 

“...Thanks,” Liu Qingge says, not moving.

 

He doesn’t think he can.

 

...He just lets the robe drop on top of him, covering the worst of the mess.

 

“Shizun, my powers are returning,” Luo Binghe says, and indeed, the uncontrolled energy from before has completely disappeared, replaced by the deliberate gathering of energy in his fist. “They should be sufficient to break us from here now.”

 

“Okay,” Shen Qingqiu says, looking around the room. “Let’s make sure we’re ready.” He glances down at Liu Qingge again.

 

“...Give me a minute,” Liu Qingge says.

 

He thinks he sees Shen Qingqiu’s face color slightly, but it’s immediately hidden by his fan.

 

“Binghe, you might have to carry him,” Shen Qingqiu says.

 

“Why would I carry him, Shizun, when you’re the one who’s injured?” Luo Binghe says, frowning in annoyance.

 

The fan flips, so that Shen Qingqiu can whisper to Luo Binghe behind it. They’re so close, though, Liu Qingge can hear everything they’re saying.

 

This is mortifying.

 

“...know what it feels like!” Shen Qingqiu is saying hotly. “Look at how you did him! He’s not going to be able to walk!”

 

“He asked for it,” Luo Binghe says mulishly, and Shen Qingqiu hits him with the fan.

 

“Pick him up!” he says, and Liu Qingge feels the last of his pride flutter away in the wind when Luo Binghe throws his own robes on and picks him up bodily, letting Shen Qingqiu clumsily wrap his inner robe around him.

 

...He feels come dripping out of him as Luo Binghe swings him into his arms.

 

He hopes it leaks through and stains all of Luo Binghe’s clothing.

 

“Come on then,” Shen Qinqiu says, gathering the rest of Liu Qingge’s robes in his arms and draping the outer robe over him. “Open the wall, Binghe.”

 

They break out and fight their way free, and Shen Qingqiu’s injured leg lasts long enough that it’s only at the very end that Luo Binghe has to shift Liu Qingge onto his shoulder and carry both of them out, the very picture of a heroic warrior rescuing two fainting damsels.

 

Liu Qingge’s dignity will never recover.