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There were signs before this, Luo Binghe is a biter. He nips fingers, kisses with too much teeth and mouths at Shen Qingqiu's neck like he's gnawing bone.
“Binghe,” He warns, not hesitating to smack with his fan. This only serves to rile him up but it's momentarily satisfying.
“Shizun is so austere, so cool and removed from worldly matters this disciple must use his abilities to stir him.”
“This master is not a chew toy!”
“Shizun,” He subvocalizes nuzzling the inflamed skin.
“Mind your teeth,” He chastises skin prickling.
Wide eyes and on the verge of tears Binghe ducked his head bottom lip trembling.
"Little beast," he tuts, staring down at that quivering lip, "Where are your manners? This master has failed you."
"Shizun!" Binghe whines eyes glinting with unshed tears, face red and wanting in his grip.
"Yes," Shen Qingqiu hummed, watching the indents from his nails turn white to red on Binghes jaw. He tapped the corner of his mouth slipping a finger in around parted teeth, the whining grew louder. Shen Qingqiu frowned, "Some retraining is in order."
“This one's master shouldn't lower himself so I will,” Binghe remarked, sinking fully onto his knees.
“Presumptious,” He snaps, using the fan to turn aside Binghes searching mouth from its goal. Watching and waiting as that head tilts first puzzled then accepting.
He loves unraveling him, there's nothing like Binghes surrender. There's so much power in those broad shoulders laid at Shen Qingqius feet. Trust in the promise of pleasure and that his Shizun will provide that chains Binghe to him panting and begging.
"Poor puppy," he chides, grinding the heel of his boot down on Binghes cock. The answering moan is higher than a note on the pipa. He rocks his foot alternating the tune and the pace strumming Binghe till its just a litany of pleading sounds. He sighs, removing his boot and wiping the cum off on Binghes own robes, smacking him admonishingly with the fan. "Just can't behave."
He tilts unsteady and unwieldy, clinging to Shen Qingqiu like this orgasm alone is enough to have him coming apart.
"Shhh, shhh—" he quiets, pressing a soft kiss to curled hair cradling Binghes head in his arms and stifling his whimpers with his robes. The fan drops to the floor with a clatter. He has other thoughts. Dragging his nails through that thick hair and making Binghes eyes stay glassy and dark is more important. Fans or fabric either is a small sacrifice. He trails his lips around the ridge of those cute ears nibbling at the lobe and breathing on the sensitive shell, "Let me help."
Binghe sobs, bowing forward, dick jumping against his stomach. The hard length of him seeking any friction.
“Please, please, Shizun,” He cries eyes wide and dilating there's no sense to his begging, it's beautiful. He’s just where Shen Qingqiu wants him but they still have further to go. Binghe is not desperate enough yet.
“Asking for this teacher, rutting like a beast.” Shen Qingqiu grabs the back of his neck and squeezes, “How shameless.”
Mouthing at his chest Binghe pants into his robes wetting them with his lips and cock.
He’s leaking so much it's embarrassing. Binghe has no concept of shame. He doesn't try to keep those soft noises from escaping his mouth with each twitch and jerk of his dick.
“Go on then,” He indulges, spreading his legs,“—rut.”
Binghes body jolts with a painful wail, hips rabbiting forward “Shizun,” he carries on chanting at alternating pitches. He’s come again a hot sticky mess coating the inside of his robes and unseemly against the skin.
“Is that the only word you know?”
“Please,” Binghe garbles out as Shen Qingqiu closes a hand around the sensitive tip of his cock.
Ruthlessly he strokes down. Already sensitive the rough touch to tender flesh sends Binghe squirming and whimpering. He so loud, eyes rolling back and chest heaving that Shen Qingqiu tugs on him again listening to his scream with sick satisfaction. “Do you need to be muzzled?” He questions absently tugging at the hairs along Binghes nape. Binghe—Binghe wails dick red and oozing coming in thick spurts.
This disciple is so messy. He pulls his hand out and offers it up for a cleaning...
Greedily Binghes lips close on his fingers, sucking them in the same way he did his tongue earlier.
Heat sparks as he pets inner walls of Binghes mouth, letting drool coat the pads of his finger, He loves how Binghe glares mewling pathetically and trying to take more than the tip. Shen Qingqiu keeps him steady, just on the edge, just because he can, laving the tip of his cock over his lips like a taunt. “No,” He states as Binghe starts to use his hands, “Be a good boy, lower yourself and fetch .”
He's held himself back this long now it's time to reward.
Biceps flexing Binghe locks his arms behind his back. Without any support, Binghe rocks forward relying solely on Shen Qingqiu to catch and steady him. He hides another smile in Binghes hair at the eager way his disciple noses for the opening.
“Ah—Ah, good—now.” He chants bringing the heat under his skin back to bare. Forcing Binghe down till he can feel his hot breath swallowing his cock.
Shen Qingqiu cards his hands through that unruly hair tracking every tremor.
Nothing is loving about this; he reassures himself. Good behavior requires a reward.
“So sloppy.” He scolds, wiping spit and precum from his cheeks. It's obscene the way Binghes lips stretch over the head of his shaft, he's so eager trying to take more than he's ready for till Shen Qingqiu tugs on his hair. If he let Binghe be the poor beast would devour his dick till he choked.
Shen Qingqiu only lets him once, chiding and petting him as he sputters. Being that deep is satisfying, —having Binghe depend on him for air— matching each swallow and drag of his dick in his throat to breathe. “Be a good boy,” He reminds reading the eager notes in Binghes hums...
“Cover your teeth," He chides when Binghe comes close to scaping him. There's no finesse to it, but he's determined and Shengqiu reshapes himself in the wet friction of his mouth driving forward hard and long.
”Rabid mutt just wanted someone to take care of you—to take you in hand, to get you under control,” His hips are moving faster now he can't stop chasing Binghes warmth or moaning under his tongue. “Touch yourself,” He demands knowing for fact from how Binghe is wiggling that he's hard.
Mewling Binghe paws at himself face slack with relief allowing Shen Qingqiu to drive home even further. “Perfect—perfect like this,” He allows when Binghe reaches his pubic bone.
Words slurring Shen Qingqiu pushes forward with a last satisfying thrust. When he comes it's with a sigh watching Binghe swallow every bit of him till there's not a drop left. He yanks his mouth off, toeing at him with his boot till Binghe slumps forward crying out wounded and long dirtying his robes beyond any form of salvation.
“Come here,” He demands after Binghe finishes licking his boots. Shen Qingqiu tugs on his hair to prompt him in his lap. Coltish and long-limbed the demon unfolds himself staggering into his arms and scrabbling up on him.
He curls into him folding himself up as if he's half a head shorter rather than taller. Binghe is so small like this tucked up under his chin, warm and wanting. He languid in Shen Qingqius arms having traded one throne for another, eyes satisfied and body spent. “Shi—zun,” He says, eventually parsing the words together. His throat sounds raw and his smile is sleepy but pleased.
“I know.” Shen Qingqiu huffs and kisses him chastely. “I’m right here, fussy creature you can't possibly get any closer,” Stubbornly Binghe clings on. He sighs, gentling his hands and rubbing over his body inciting the blood to flow, “Silly beast.” He says but doesn't remove Binghe's hands from his skin or stop the soft wet kisses that brush his cheek.