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Shizun Speaks the Truth

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Shen Qingqiu knew better than to breathe in the pollen of any plant in this damn world—Airplane’s shitty writing had made sure to get that point across. But, when Luo Binghe had accidentally ended up in the direct line of fire, Shen Qingqiu had panicked and pushed his husband out of the way, successfully giving himself a large dose of pollen. Sometimes, Shen Qingqiu wished that he remembered Luo Binghe still had the protagonist halo. 

“Shizun?!” Luo Binghe called, getting up from the ground (Shen Qingqiu may have used too much strength during his panic). 

Shen Qingqiu sneezed, “Don’t come here! Wait until the pollen clears.”

Luo Binghe waited just outside the pollen cloud, hovering with worry. “Shizun?” He reminded Shen Qingqiu of a loyal puppy.

“This master is fine.” Another sneeze. “Just give it a minute.” Shen Qingqiu waited for the inevitable wall of lust that would hit him; this was not the first time he had received a face full of papapa pollen. With the frequency that he and Luo Binghe ended up in these predicaments, he might as well be considered an expert.

Shen Qingqiu waited… and waited. Surprisingly, his cock remained soft and his head remained clear. A plant that spat pollen that didn’t turn him into some sort of lustful fiend? Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. “Not likely in this world,” he grumbled, waving his hand to disperse the last remnants of the pollen.

He sneezed again, “This master thinks this is our cue to return home.” He brushed bits of pollen from his robes, “This master is in dire need of a bath.” He gave up, removing his outermost robe to reveal the white, pollen-free robe underneath.

“Shizun,” Luo Binghe started. There was a certain timber to Luo Binghe’s voice, one that didn’t bode well for Shen Qingqiu’s ass. 

Shen Qingqiu glanced up at his husband. Did Luo Binghe still think this required the ‘regular’ remedy? Shen Qingqiu was clearly in a regular state of mind—no need to stop at the nearest inn to cure Shen Qingqiu’s ‘predicament.’ 

“Ah, this master is fine. If you stand in front of me on Xiu Ya, you shouldn’t breathe in any residue,” Shen Qingqiu said, waving his hand. Perhaps his husband was just worried about his condition.

“Husband doesn’t need… this disciple’s seed?” Luo Binghe asked. It really was quite strange that this pollen didn’t elicit the normal response.

“This husband always wants your seed.” The words escaped Shen Qingqiu’s mouth before he had any idea what he was saying. Shen Qingqiu slapped a hand over his mouth, a resounding smack echoed through the clearing. He felt his face heat up, his normal mask of a composed peak lord shattering into pieces. What Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t give for any sort of demonic monster to come out of the forest and rip him to shreds right then and there.

Luo Binghe stared at his Shizun, his dark eyes wide with curiosity. This side of Shen Qingqiu was new. “Husband… always wants my release? In him?” Luo Binghe was not about to let this chance go to waste. 

Shen Qingqiu clenched his jaw, doing his utmost to keep the words inside his throat. Much to his horror, the words squeaked out. “This husband loves it when Binghe cums inside of him. It’s such a waste not to.”

Shen Qingqiu’s eyes widened in horror as his mouth—against his will—divulged his deepest secrets. Luo Binghe’s eyes widened for entirely different reasons.

“Would my husband like to go home so this one can,” Binghe breathed deeply, stepping closer to Shen Qingqiu, “fuck the pollen out of you?”

Although his mouth was no longer under his control, Shen Qingqiu still had control of the rest of his body. He snapped open his fan, using it to hide his face as best he could. “This husband would like that very much.”  

What followed was probably the most dangerous ride on Xiu Ya either had experienced. Luo Binghe, who was already ready for action, found it hard to keep his hands off of Shen Qingqiu when they were pressed together in such close quarters. Shen Qingqiu, much to his horror, continuously thanked Luo Binghe for a particular squeeze or nip, praising his husband when he found a sensitive spot. Each truth that slipped from Shen Qingqiu’s mouth caused Xiu Ya to wobble, which caused the two to get closer and hold tighter.

One rough landing later, the two stumbled into the bamboo house. Shen Qingqiu had just barely closed the door when Luo Binghe pushed him against the door, pressing their mouths together. Luo Binghe’s deft fingers undid the ties of Shen Qingqiu’s robes, letting the offending fabric drop to the floor. He ran his hand up and down Shen Qingqiu’s body, resting his hands on his husband’s hips. 

Luo Binghe licked the seam of Shen Qingqiu’s lips before pushing his tongue in. Shen Qingqiu moaned into Luo Binghe’s mouth. Shen Qingqiu wanted to bite his tongue in half. Was he so needy that he started moaning from a small kiss?!

Luo Binghe broke away from Shen Qingqiu, “Oh? Even Husband’s vocalizations are affected?” 

A blush dominated Shen Qingqiu’s face. “This husband can’t help it if you are so talented.” Where was his fan when he needed it?

“Shizun thinks I’m talented?” Shen Qingqiu could practically see Luo Binghe’s puppy ears twitch in anticipation and his tail wag in excitement. 

Shen Qingqiu wrapped his hands around Luo Binghe’s neck, pulling his husband down for a kiss. Perhaps if his lips were occupied he wouldn’t be forced to say anything more embarrassing than he already had. He licked Luo Binghe’s lips, running his tongue across his red lips and across his teeth. 

Luo Binghe slotted his leg in between his husband’s thighs, rubbing his leg against Shen Qingqiu’s stiff cock. He pulled away from the kiss, leaning back, just barely out of range of Shen Qingqiu’s lips. “Shizun didn’t answer me,” he punctuated his statement with a rough grind against Shen Qingqiu’s clothed cock. “Does Shizun think this disciple is talented in bed?”

Shen Qingqiu buried his face in his husband’s chest. “My husband is very talented. He has improved so much since the beginning.” Luo Binghe cherished each muffled word, his eyes sparkling with wonder. 

Luo Binghe rewarded his husband’s honesty with a filthy kiss, plunging his tongue into Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. He nibbled on Shen Qingqiu’s already swollen lips, trying his best to remember his husband’s taste.

Shen Qingqiu’s breathing was labored, he leaned his head against the door, trying to catch his breath. “The bed.” Shen Qingqiu clenched his jaw, not caring if it would hurt tomorrow, “fuck me on the bed.” 

“This disciple would never deny his husband,” Luo Binghe said. Luo Binghe hoisted Shen Qingqiu up, a display of strength that went right to Shen Qingqiu’s cock. Shen Qingqiu, who had not been expecting to be so easily lifted, yelped. He wrapped his legs around Luo Binghe’s waist, making sure his husband wouldn’t drop him.

Shen Qingqiu let out a breathy gasp as he felt Luo Binghe’s cock against his ass. Luo Binghe bounced Shen Qingqiu a bit, adjusting his husband’s weight in his arms. Shen Qingqiu, however, only felt his husband’s cock rub against his ass. 

“Ah, B-Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu whimpered.

Luo Binghe smiled, rolling his hips a little bit. “I will give my husband everything he wants.” Luo Binghe dropped Shen Qingqiu on the bed, pausing only to divest himself of his robes.

When Luo Binghe climbed on the bed, he was pleased to see that Shen Qingqiu had already removed his own pants. Despite Shen Qingqiu’s blush, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Luo Binghe admired his husband’s bare body—pale, slim, lithe. Shen Qingqiu was more beautiful than anyone else Luo Binghe had ever seen. In fact, Luo Binghe didn’t think anyone else even came close to his husband. 

He climbed on top of Shen Qingqiu, eager to continue. He straddled his husband, bending forward to lick one of Shizun’s sensitive nipples. 

Shen Qingqiu gasped, the wet heat of Luo Binghe’s mouth going straight to his cock. Shen Qingqiu squirmed, trying to ease the pressure building in his cock. He wouldn’t last much longer if he was subjected to Luo Binghe’s skillful ministrations. 

“Enough. Fuck me.” Shen Qingqiu raised his head to whisper in Luo Binghe’s ear, “This husband knows what he desires.”

Luo Binghe felt his cock twitch at his husband’s words. Shen Qingqiu was never this forward in speech, much less this forward in bed. Luo Binghe found that he didn’t mind taking directions from his husband in bed.

Luo Binghe gave his husband one last kiss before grabbing the jar of oil that sat on a side table next to their bed. He uncorked the jar, pouring a generous amount on his hand and on his cock. He grasped his cock, pumping it a couple of times, spreading the lube over his length evenly. 

He turned back to his husband, who was biting his lip and doin his best to act like he was neither staring nor squirming. Luo Binghe kissed his husband again; he really couldn’t resist Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe reached down, using two thick fingers to tease Shen Qingqiu’s entrance. He inserted his fingers, drawing a gasp from his husband.

Shen Qingqiu tossed his head back, unrestrained moaning escaping from his throat.

Luo Binghe kissed a trail along his husband’s neck. Shen Qingqiu’s voice was doing things to him. “Does it feel good? Let his husband spoil you.” Luo Binghe nipped at Shen Qingqiu’s neck.

“Your fingers,” Shen Qingqiu threw an arm over his eyes. Maybe if Luo Binghe couldn’t see him his embarrassment would disappear. “Not enough.”

Luo Binghe inserted another finger, pumping them in and out of his husband’s tight hole. “This husband could never forgive himself if he hurt you. Be patient with this husband.” Luo Binghe increased the speed.

Shen Qingqiu threw his hand over his mouth, muffling his words. His blush had traveled all the way down to his shoulders by now. 

Luo Binghe’s curiosity piqued, “This husband can’t understand.” He kissed Shen Qingqiu’s neck, showing appreciation for how vocal his husband was being.

Shen Qingqiu’s hand held fast, his words came out muffled yet again. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes glinted, as if he was furious with himself. What could he be trying to stop himself from saying. Luo Binghe couldn’t hold back any longer. He used his free hand and grabbed both of Shen Qingqiu’s hands, pinning them above his husband’s head.

Stifled gasps and moans immediately escaped Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. Luo Binghe shifted his hips, trying to keep himself steady even with his husband's voice filling the bamboo house. “What did my husband say?”

Shen Qingqiu moaned, “This husband said that—” Shen Qingqiu bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his mouth from betraying him. Luo Binghe leaned down, pumping his fingers faster. He kissed Shen Qingqiu, forcing Shen Qingqiu’s self control to dissolve.

“Tell this husband what you said.”

Shen Qingqiu whimpered, his face bright red, “This husband said that he likes it rough.”

Luo Binghe twitched, almost releasing on the spot. He released Shen Qingqiu’s hands, which flailed before wrapping around Luo Binghe’s neck. He nipped at Shen Qingqiu’s ear, “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”

Luo Binghe pulled his fingers out with an audible squelch. An obscene noise that caused his self-control to snap. He lined his cock up with Shen Qingqiu’s tight entrance and pushed forward, sinking into the tight heat.

Shen Qingqiu panted, his mouth open in both pleasure and pain. His arms tightened around Luo Binghe’s neck.

“Husband is so tight,” Luo Binghe groaned, rolling his hips. He moved back and forth lightly, letting Shen Qingqiu adjust to the size. Even after years of marriage, Shen Qingqiu still needed a moment to get used to the obscene stretch.

Luo Binghe began moving, forcing sharp gasps out of Shen Qingqiu’s mouth. Luo Binghe leaned forward, resuming his earlier ministrations on Shen Qingqiu’s nipples. While he sucked on one nipple, he rolled the opposite bud in his hand. Shen Qingqiu gripped Luo Binghe’s hair, holding his husband’s head to his chest.

“Binghe, Binghe,” Shen Qingqiu called.

Luo Binghe released the nipple in his mouth, settling for lapping at the bud. He spoke in between the strokes of his tongue. “This husband is here.”

Shen Qingqiu’s grip tightened on Luo Binghe’s hair, “Binghe, I’m gonna cum.” Shen Qingqiu barely got the words out before he toppled over the edge, whiting out. His cock came, untouched, shooting stripes of cum onto both their stomachs.

Luo Binghe moved downward, licking up the mess his husband made. Shen Qingqiu nearly passed out as Luo Binghe’s eyes locked with his. Luo Binghe licked up Shen Qingqiu’s stomach, showing Shen Qingqiu all the cum on his tongue. 

“That’s so sexy,” Shen Qingqiu said. He buried his face in Luo Binghe’s hair, wanting to disappear.

Luo Binghe settled for kissing Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder, since Shen Qingqiu’s face was currently hidden in Luo Binghe’s hair. “If you think I’m sexy, you should see yourself.” Luo Binghe punctuated his sentence with quick, deep thrusts of his cock, aiming for the spot that had Shen Qingqiu seeing stars.

Luo Binghe leaned backwards, falling to his back. He grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s arms, pulling his husband on top of him. Shen Qingqiu whimpered as the new position forced Luo Binghe’s cock deeper. 

Luo Binghe grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s waist, using his position to bounce his husband up and down his cock. Shen Qingqiu’s cock twitched, starting to grow hard again. 

Each downstroke accompanied a punched out gasp from Shen Qingqiu. He wiggled, doing his best to meet his husband’s thrusts. Shen Qingqiu grabbed his husband’s hand, removing it from his hip. Shen Qingqiu placed Luo Binghe’s large hand on his stomach, where Luo Binghe could feel the outline of his thick cock inside his husband.

“Bing-Binghe, you’re so large. It’s like you’ve fucked a baby into me.” Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were glazed over, like he no longer cared what he was saying. 

Luo Binghe groaned, bouncing Shen Qingqiu faster and harder. “Would Shizun like me to fuck a baby into him?”

“Cum inside me, Husband,” Shen Qingqiu said, leaning forward so he could rock his hips faster. 

Luo Binghe intertwined his hands with his husband, using it as leverage to fuck into his husband’s tight hole. Shen Qingqiu moaned loudly as Luo Binghe landed several well aimed thrusts on his prostate. He clenched down on Luo Binghe’s cock as his orgasm rocked through him, adding to the mess on their stomachs. Luo Binghe groaned as he watched his husband orgasm, his husband’s ass getting impossibly tighter. 

Luo Binghe pumped a few more times before his orgasm hit him. He let out a lengthy groan as he emptied out into his husband, still rolling his hips. He did say he’d fuck a baby into his husband. Shen Qingqiu moaned as his husband fucked his cum into him; demons came way too much. Shen Qingqiu could feel the cum settling, heavy in his body.

Luo Binghe opened his eyes to gaze at his husband. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were closed, his cock was fully hard again and leaking. Shen Qingqiu’s hands still clasped Luo Binghe’s, and he rocked back and forth, fucking himself on Luo Binghe’s cock.

“Open your eyes, Husband.” Luo Binghe said.

Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes, gazing at his husband. Luo Binghe took one of Shen Qingqiu’s hands and placed it on his stomach. Shen Qingqiu moaned as he felt the small bump that was both Luo Binghe’s cock and his cum.

“Is that good enough for my husband? Perhaps a little more?” Luo Binghe didn’t wait for an answer before roughly pulling out of Shen Qingqiu. He flipped Shen Qingqiu onto his hands and knees, ass high in the air. Luo Binghe moaned at the sight of his husband’s asshole, red and filled with cum. It was a good thing that Luo Binghe was still hard. He gripped his husband’s hips before roughly thrust back in, bottoming out in one thrust.

Shen Qingqiu pitched forward, his arms failing to keep him up. He pushed his face into the bed, muffling his moans and whimpers and Luo Binghe set a brutal pace. Luo Binghe tightened his grip on Shen Qingqiu’s hips, pulling his husband back to meet each thrust of his cock.

“I prefer looking at Husband’s face, but how can I deny my husband his favorite position?” Luo Binghe said. Shen Qingqiu always wanted to get fucked from behind, so how could Luo Binghe deny him?

Shen Qingqiu said something, muffled into the pillow. Luo Binghe’s eyes glinted. He reached around, grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s torso. He hauled him up so Shen Qingqiu’s back was flush against Luo Binghe’s torso. Luo Binghe continued thrusting, plunging in and out of the tight heat around him.

“No muffling our words here,” Luo Binghe said, nipping at Shen Qingqiu’s ear.

Shen Qingqiu whimpered. “I like it from behind because Husband’s cock goes so much deeper.”

Luo Binghe’s hips stuttered at the revelation; that was not something he was expecting. Shen Qingqiu took the momentary lapse in Luo Binghe’s concentration to fall forward and bury his face back into the bedding.

Luo Binghe brought himself back to present with a smile, “Then I better please my husband?”

Shen Qingqiu let out a yelp as Luo Binghe pulled nearly all the way out before roughly thrusting back in. Luo Binghe thrust hard, his cock fucking in and out of his husband’s ass. Luo Binghe placed a hand on the small of Shen Qingqiu’s back, pushing his back and forcing him to arch more. 

Luo Binghe pistoned his hips, doing his best to fuck his husband into the bed. He moaned as Shen Qingqiu clenched around him. The tight, warm heat was making Luo Binghe lose his rhythm. He fucked with wild abandon, chasing after his high. “Husband feels so good,” he panted, his hips roughly slapping against Shen Qingqiu’s ass. “Can Husband come for me one more time?” Luo Binghe asked, reaching his hand forward to pump Shen Qingqiu’s neglected cock.

Shen Qingqiu moaned, drooling onto the bed. “I can’t, I can’t, there’s nothing left.” Shen Qingqiu whimpered as Luo Binghe pumped his oversensitive cock.

“I know you can,” Luo Binghe said, kissing Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder blade.

Shen Qingqiu sobbed as he came, his clear cum splattering onto the bed. If Luo Binghe hadn’t been holding his waist up, Shen Qingqiu was certain he would have collapsed into the bed. Luo Binghe held onto his husband’s waist, relishing the fucked out sounds that were coming from his husband. He  followed soon after, continuing to thrust into Shen Qingqiu’s ass through his orgasm. He pumped his cum into Shen Qingqiu, some of which leaked out of Shen Qingqiu’s ass as Luo Binghe roughly fucked into his husband’s hole. 

Luo Binghe grabbed Shen Qingqiu’s hand again, moving it to Shen Qingqiu’s stomach, which was now stretched with two huge loads of Luo Binghe’s cum. “I supposed that’s enough for now. If Husband wants more, he only needs to ask.” Shen Qingqiu whimpered at the thought of being fucked full of more of Luo Binghe’s cum. 

Luo Binghe collapsed next to Shen Qingqiu, his cock softening inside his husband. He pulled a little, intending to pull himself out. Shen Qingqiu plastered his ass to Luo Binghe’s hips, reaching behind to grip Luo Binghe’s hand. “It’ll leak if you pull out.” Shen Qingqiu’s voice was small, embarrassed, even after all they had just done.

Luo Binghe felt his cock twitch again, already hardening. 

Shen Qingqiu sat in the library of Qing Jing Peak, various botanical encyclopedias spread around him. He flipped the page, finding the plant he was looking for.

“Demon’s Platycodon,” Shen Qingqiu read. “A purple flower that spits pollen infecting those around it with a truth curse. The curse cannot be removed by conventional means (i.e., dual cultivation), and the effects will naturally dissipate within 12 shichen.” 

Shen Qingqiu’s face turned bright red as he slammed the book shut.