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"Qingqiu-furen, you're awake!"
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The first visit comes from the ever faithful Yue Qingyuan, not too soon after he first wakes up.
In the early afternoon, Luo Binghe comes to the bamboo hut with a message: "Sect Leader sends notice to Shizun that he will visit in the evening," so says the boy, holding a wooden packet in his arms. "Sect Leader has also sent this gift."
A lord visiting his spouse in the evening is—such an obvious tell, Shen Qingqiu can't help but feel flustered. He waves his disciple away with a distracted hand, after guiding him into laying the gift next to him. Luo Binghe meekly nods his head, although he looks back at the package once or twice on his way out, eyes burning.
Once Binghe is firmly out of view, Shen Qingqiu unties the fabric holding the package together. Both the fabric and the box are magnificent: embroidered wishes of good luck on the fabric, and numerous representations of love sculpted on each sides of the box: a pair of golden carps, a dove, a pair of butterflies, a pair of cranes, and even a phoenix and a dragon tangled together... Sect Leader, do you want me to choke? This much dog food would not be good for anyone.
Inside the box, a painted fan, folds showing a wonderful scenery that must no doubt come from Qiang Long Peak, along with...
Sect Leader, shameless!
Shen Qingqiu stares incredulously at the bottle of liquid and the strange device—at least, it would no doubt have been a strange device to someone who has never been on the Internet. More shameful that even the person who sent it, Shen Qingqiu recognizes it with barely a glance. Sect Leader, this is too much for a virgin newbie! Vanilla, please. Vanilla!
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"Did Qingqiu-furen like my gifts?"
Forcing his face to remain aloof and impassive, Shen Qingqiu slowly fans himself. This is simply a visit between spouses, there is no need for anxiousness. Yet, while a hand remains on his fan, the other holds the lapel of his sleeve tightly, jaw tense.
Yue Qingyuan sits in a simple bamboo chair, leaning forward ever so slightly that he's peering up into Shen Qingqiu's eyes instead of towering above him. The Original is by no means small, but of course the big brother type would always remain taller. Following this kind elder brother trope, Yue Qingyuan does not use his superior height or position in the sect to pressure Shen Qingqiu. In fact, doesn't Sect Leader look a bit like... he's expecting to be bullied??
Knowing the Original, it doesn't seem that far off...
This Shen Qingqiu cannot bring himself to do the same, looks away shyly. "This... The gifts..."
"Qingqiu-shidi?"
Feeling himself turn red with embarrassment even as he struggles to maintain a proud face, "Zhangmen-shixiong's gifts have not been used. As for their quality, this shidi cannot tell."
Sect Leader, stop looking so hopeful!! Yue Qingyuan's eyes are wide with both surprise and hope. In his eyes, surely this must look odd, the wife who (most assuredly) usually refuses all advances is now acting coy. But Sect Leader, this isn't acting coy! It's just embarrassing to speak about it!
Sect Leader Yue gathers himself visibly. The change of character must be a shock— no, wait, why is your expression darkening so? Why are you looking at me like that?
Leaning in until their breaths mingle, trapping the shock-still Shen Qingqiu between two arms, Yue Qingyuan, "Then, does Qingqiu-furen wish to test them out with this lord?"
....Huh?
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This new version of Xiao Jiu is simply breathtaking.
So fragile, so timid. Compared to the old Xiao Jiu who would have coldly refused him and thrown him out of his bamboo hut, this Shen Qingqiu can only attempt at denying his advances shyly, timid eyes peeking over the edge of his painted fan—a fan that was gifted to him by Yue Qingyuan himself.
Perhaps it holds little value to this Xiao Jiu, without any memories of his past, just an artfully painted instrument in his eyes. But to Yue Qingyuan, it is yet another ploy of his Xiao Jiu. Pretend to reject him (even if so demurely) to save his face, only to accept him wholly with just a flick of his wrist. Say one thing when he means the other. Pretend to reject him, when Yue Qingyuan is aware of the way Shen Qingqiu watches him, with quiet trepidation, anxious excitement. Wanting to have something yet refusing to ask for it.
With the old Xiao Jiu, so filled with anger and hate and jealousy, Yue Qingyuan had always acted as the pacifist, wishing for things to get better.
This new Shen Qingqiu, so gentle and so kind that even his most dim-witted disciples are able to see the true reasons behind his actions... This Shen Qingqiu who looks anxious during the Peak meetings, watching warily when his spouses fight one another, lowering his eyes when mentions of his past ploys are brought up, hiding surprised smiles behind his fans when his spouses banter... eyes curling happily when reporting how his disciples are progressing.
Hiding fond smiles behind a fan, turning his head away to pretend aloofness, yet always with a secret up-tilt in his voice... pretending a strict demeanor, when he spoils his students with both his time and his praises... pretending disregard, when he observes his spouses with avid eyes… pretending, always pretending, yet his softness always slipping out in strange habits...
—that is how this new version of Shen QingQiu behaves.
Yue Qingyuan can't help but want to bully him, spoil him, make him laugh. Make him show all the emotions he has never been able to bring out of him in the past.
After his straightforward invitation to spending time together, Shen Qingqiu is so surprised that his whole body locks up. The tight grip he has on the folds of his sleeve loosens then tightens again, fingers twitching.
Dragging him into a deep kiss, Yue Qingyuan coaxes him into the bedroom, gently pushing him into laying flat on his back
Shen Qingqiu shows a delightfully surprised face, lips still open as he sucks in hurried breaths. Acting as though he has been robbed of his lungs, unable to breathe through his nose, is this spouse truly so flustered to kiss his husband? Ears already brightening, eyes already reddening, open lips showing his wet mouth, milky teeth and pink tongue...
Feeling his eyes curl up happily, leaning in until their foreheads touch and enjoying the widening of eyes, "Qingqiu-furen looks so surprised to kiss his lord." Murmuring the words so, they seem to hit Shen Qingqiu, who shows a bullied face.
Mouth tightening in (apparent) distaste, brows creasing, yet his eyes continue to peer at him shyly. Qingqiu's skin has flushed a wonderful pink, something usually so hard to attain.
Yue Qingyuan kisses him breathless again, tasting his lips and lavishing lick after lick into his mouth. One hand on Qingqiu's elbow, the other edges closer to his neck, hoping to pull him closer. Qingqiu is almost responsive, sometimes gathering the courage to press forward, letting out unwilling little exhales of pleasure.
Such a treat, this spouse.
A thumb hooks on the collar of Shen Qingqiu's outer robe. Yue Qingyuan pulls back slightly, keeping close enough that he can study his husband's face closely. "Does Qingqiu-furen allow this lord?"
Shen Qingqiu looks at him with hazy eyes, breathing in louder than he ever has before. His lips have been kissed an enticing red, and his wet tongue licks over them in a worried habit he has never seen before—perhaps, gathering the lingering taste of Yue Qingyuan’s lips... It takes a moment for him to answer, turning his eyes away coyly, "Zhanmeng-shixiong... M-my lord should... do as he wishes."
Xiao Jiu!!
Yue Qingyuan feels his eyes glisten, and leans forward into the crook of Shen Qingqiu's neck to hide this shameful reaction. His Xiao Jiu had never, not even once, called him his lord. Sect Leader and elder martial brother, of course. But never his husband, never his lord—not even at their wedding.
But the words mean little to this new Shen Qingqiu, with little to no memories of their past.
It's painstakingly long to disrobe him, with the many layers he wears. His Shen Qingqiu, always the picture of loftiness and elegance, wears enough layers to put a Queen-Consort to shame. To distract his Qingqiu's mind and keep him interested, Yue Qingyuan keeps him breathless through the whole ordeal, until Qingqiu remains in only his pale inner robe.
Yue Qingyuan pulls back to admire him.
The inner robe is sheer, showing Qingqiu's curves and colors: the red dots on his chest, the heavy thing poking up down there, his delicious thighs...
"Are you going to keep looking?" Shen Qingqiu asks, flushed red from embarrassment. If only his face wasn't so thin! Even after the change of personality, Yue Qingyuan still isn't allowed to look at his husband for too long? "My lord is still dressed."
"Does my husband wishes for me to undress?" His Xiao Jiu never showed interest in...
His Qingqiu turns his face away, hand lifting before he remembers that he can't even hide behind his sleeve, transparent as it is. "Is it a shame for this husband to wish so? If my lord is against the idea—"
"No, not at all! Anything Qingqiu wishes for—" He stops himself, remembers all the broken promises, and simply begins undressing. The eagerness on his Qingqiu's face keeps him going, shedding all the layers of black he wears with terrible haste. He stops at the inner robe also: "Does Qingqiu-furen still wish to continue?"
Shen Qingqiu huffs, "We've come all this way, and now you do not wish to continue? If this husband wished to leave, he would have said so earlier." The honesty seems to take a toll on his Qingqiu, because his face hardens, tenses in the ways it does after he has shown one too many smiles.
In both Heaven and Earth, no being would be able to resist his Qingqiu’s alluring charm, red eyes and enticing lips. Yue Qingyuan wishes he could keep him like this forever, dressed in only sheer inner robes, face still flushed and breathless, hair partially in disarray, and words so honest that it's strange. His husband, finally showing love for him—or, if not love, then at least lust.
Yue Qingyuan loves him.
The inner robe makes a shuffling sound as Yue Qingyuan slowly pushes it off Qingqiu's shoulders, letting the collar rest at his elbows. Keeping his spouse from being embarrassed any further by kissing him wetly, he tenderly holds a wrist with one hand and undoes the belt with the other. The robe falls open, framing Qingqiu's hips with a sheer white but letting Yue Qingyuan's eyes lay on his heavenly pillar.
Yue Qingyuan, "It's already flushed. This lord is pleased that his husband is so interested." Qingqiu's cock is hot and heavy in his palm, jerking lightly when he strokes up and down.
Shen Qingqiu refuses to meet his eyes, staring to the side. His lips are held in a tight line, but his breathing through his nose is uncontrolled, irregular. His eyelashes flutter when Yue Qingyuan envelops his cock in a loose fist.
"Does Qingqiu-furen want me to be gentle? Does he want me to be rough? This lord is amenable to both." Xiao Jiu had always preferred for him to be rough, would this Qingqiu be the same? Qingqiu doesn't answer, so Yue Qingyuan has to continue, "Does Husband want me to guide him along gently? Would Husband prefer for me to take my own pleasure without caring for his?" A hitch in his breath—ah! Yue Qingyuan leans down to hide his pleased smile, "Husband's wishes are my own."
He gets out the oil, puts it between his thighs to warm it. While waiting, he continues to pull all sorts of little noises out of his Qingqiu: a shake exhale when he toys with a nipple in his mouth, a muffled moan when he digs in a blunt nail, a surprised choked back noise when fingers pet his entrance. The most delectable of all, a whispered "Husband" when Yue Qingyuan kisses him once more.
Shen Qingqiu startles heavily when an oiled up finger finally breaches his entrance. He looks down with wide eyes, curling upon himself to have a proper look and even bracing a hand on Yue Qingyuan's elbow. Eyes watch avidly the slow thrusting of his lord’s fingers inside him—getting him ready for the main course. His cock leaks heavily, interested even as slight nervousness makes his breath tremble.
Yue Qingyuan, “Is it good?”
Giving a short nod, “……..Good.”
So cute!! Yue Qingyuan hides his elated expression by kissing his husband breathless again.
Shen Qingqiu has not been prepared in a long while—before the fever, ever since Yue Qingyuan had angered him by handling a Huan Hua Palace matter in his stead, Xiao Jiu had refused to let himself be entered again, had only accepted to let him use his fist and sometimes (if in a good mood) his thighs. Even so, his hole is easy to prepare. Has his Xiao Jiu continued to prepare himself, even as he refused to let his lord inside…?
Yue Qingyuan, “Husband is so wet. Look, his pillar is leaking so much and his chrysanthemum is already loose and ready to welcome me. So red and flushed, it looks vulgar next to your white inner robes…” he gently flicks Qingqiu’s cock, listens to his choked back moan, hitched breath. “Husband sounds so lovely, he should make more noise. Is Husband ready for his lord to enter him?”
Flushed an embarrassed and aroused red, glaring up at him with a bullied face, “My Lord asks, did this husband not already tell him to do as he wants?”
Yue Qingyuan, “That’s right, this lord promised to care not for his husband’s pleasure, but rather focus on his own. This lord apologizes, he will do as promised now.”
Yue Qingyuan grips Qingqiu's thighs and holds them open with a tight grip, landing Qingqiu flat on his back. That alluring, red chrysanthemum comes into view, twitching hungrily.
Slicking up his own cock and then pressing the tip against Qingqiu's hole, his first instinct is to warn his husband as to what is about to come one last time but—didn’t Qingqiu just complain that he was being too considerate? And it’s not like it will really hurt him.
Yue Qingyuan pushes inside without a warning.
Qingqiu's tight heat is heavenly. Even more so is his toes-curling moan of pleasure, eyes fluttering shut and hands immediately coming down to grip tightly at Yue Qingyuan’s forearms, his fingers curling around his muscles tenderly.
At first, Yue Qingyuan is considerate and merciful, going slow and tender. The sound of flesh hitting flesh is barely present, covered by the shy, startled breaths Qingqiu lets out.
His eyes remain closed for a long moment, long enough that Yue Qingyuan worries that he is in pain rather than pleasure—then, he shifts just a little forward, and it makes Qingqiu's grip on his arms falter, as he falls back onto the bed. There, eyes opened just the slightest to show how wet they are, head lolling about in obvious frustration, “Why— why does it feel so good!”
“Qingqiu?”
“I thought— isn’t it supposed to hurt?”
“Husband,” Yue Qingyuan can’t help his amused, pleased smile. How innocent! But also— if not pain, then pleasure, right? His Qingqiu, admitting unwittingly that he is feeling pleasure… “How could I bear to hurt you? Husband shouldn’t worry, this Lord will take care of him always, will make sure that he feels nothing but pleasure in bed with him.” Then, remembering Qingqiu’s earlier reaction to being treated harshly, “Unless, that is what husband wishes for, of course. This lord is amenable to any of his Husband’s wishes.”
Qingqiu shows a flustered and unwilling face. “Don’t— don’t say that—!”
Yue Qingyuan cups his cheek, slows down, and leans in to kiss his forehead softly. “This Lord is aware of his Husband’s contrary, shy nature. Whatever Husband is unable to say, this Lord will say a thousand times for his sake.”
Ah, the look on Qingqiu’s face.
Enticed, Yue Qingyuan sits up fully again, bringing those heavenly thighs around his waist and inching further in. Qingqiu’s body undulates, pushing against him hungrily.
“Husband, Husband is so cute,” Yue Qingyuan whispers, bucking up into that tight hole. Listening to Qingqiu’s stifled moans, “This Lord can only hope he can fulfill his Husband’s every wishes. Husband wishes for cultivation scrolls and scholarly books? Very well. A hundred or a thousand, how many do you want? Husband wishes for new instruments for his disciples? Very well. Guqin, dizi or xiao, what do you want? Husband wishes for his Lord to test his new toys with him? Very well. Husband wishes for his Lord to take his pleasure? Very well.”
Qingqiu’s eyelashes quiver with emotion. Staring down at the man he loves, Yue Qingyuan feels hopelessly trapped.
It’s fine. He just has to trap Qingqiu with him.
Qingqiu lets out a delightful little squeak when he is folded in half, knees almost hitting the mattress on each side of his head. Yue Qingyuan continues to fuck into him harshly, even as Qingqiu whimpers out little pleas for him to slow down. His hands, which had been gripping the sheets under him until now, fly up to hold his knees in place—so obedient!
It’s so tight inside, Yue Qingyuan feels that he could come simply by remaining inside without needing to move. And Qingqiu's reactions if he were to do that!—they would no doubt be delicious. Ah, if only he could put him into his sleeve and never let him go…
“Qingqiu, Qingqiu,” Yue Qingyuan pants into his husband’s mouth, laying kiss after kiss on his face, sometimes simply pressing his tongue on his skin to feel his husband’s scent and taste. “Qingqiu is so good, so obedient. There is no wife or husband better than my Qingqiu. My Qingqiu is so good at this… Qingqiu is so good at taking my cock…”
Words that would have made Xiao Jiu spit out fire make this Qingqiu tighten and jerk against him, eyelashes fluttering in shy and confused pleasure.
“Does this make you happy? This Lord would love to service his husband… Whenever he needs it, whatever he needs, husband only needs to ask, and this Lord will answer.” One hand remaining at his hip, Yue Qingyuan begins playing with Qingqiu’s flushed nipples, warming and slicking them with his tongue. While lightly biting at his nipple, “In exchange, why doesn’t Qingqiu-furen service this Lord also? I would like— there are many things that Qingqiu could do, many things that I wish to do to you.”
Sounding breathless from all the pleasure, Shen Qingqiu looks up at him with teary eyes and asks, “What… wha— aa! What , ah , does my Lord want…? Hn !”
“This Lord wishes to— I wish to,” — trap you under my table and have you nurse my cock with your mouth while I’m working on papers, strain your throat and leave your voice hoarse from staying in too long, have you full and sated at all times, fuck you in front of your fellow martial siblings and show them who you belong to, chain us together forever, make you forget about everything but me, leave marks on your skin that will never disappear, possess you whole and never let you go — “to give you more pleasure than you can take, put you on my cock and never let you leave, make you lose your mind with pleasure.”
Qingqiu gasps, letting out choked little noises. “Zhangmen-shixiong— Shixiong— My Lord—! My Lord!”
Yue Qingyuan slows down, grinds deep inside, and watches as his husband twists and struggles in his hold to fuck himself on his cock. So cute, this husband, his reactions. He feels like he is a deep red tainting the snow white innocence of this memory-less Qingqiu. Like this, he will forever be ingrained in his memories, as the first man who offered him this much pleasure, as the first man he gave his vulnerability and intimacy to.
Yue Qingyuan wants to engrave himself into Shen Qingqiu until he cannot be erased from him anymore.
He leans over, thrusts his cock deep inside, cups Qingqiu’s cheek gently, and peers into his hazy eyes. Waiting until Qingqiu’s eyes clear up, then softly but with intent, “I love you.”
The effect is slow to come, but rewarding.
Qingqiu’s face colors with surprise, eyes widening, his whole body locking up with shock. Then, realization, as his skin becomes red and— he tightens around Yue Qingyuan, and his already flushed cock lets out another clear pearl of precum. His mouth is agape, surprised yet soft. His brows furrowed in confusion.
This!! Husband!!
Yue Qingyuan almost falls forward in his haste to kiss him breathless, swallowing all of Qingqiu’s little cries as he ruts inside his husband. “Qingqiu— Husband, husband, I love you. I love you.”
“Ah! My Lord! My Lord! Please—”
It doesn’t take long for him to climax, with how tightly Qingqiu is embracing him. After making sure that Qingqiu is near passed out from having his tongue in his mouth, he peers down to see that his husband has come as well, his cock still twitching through the aftershocks, white thickness pooling in his navel.
His hole is slowly loosening, softening after such an intense orgasm. It’s so warm inside, Yue Qingyuan doesn’t want to leave, and his husband doesn’t seem to be aware enough to even notice. It’s fine if he stays, right?
It’s fine if he stays long enough to harden again, right?
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Shen Qingqiu has no face anymore.
Gone! Extinct! Go ask Sect Leader Yue about it, he’s the murderer!
To think… he came just because he said he loves him… how shameful… and how many times they did it afterwards… even fucking him into unconsciousness…
Oh, how repentant Sect Leader was, afterwards! Offering cultivation books, painted fans, rich clothes—offer all you want, it won’t get him back his dignity! Don’t you have something to heal his ass instead!? In the first place, you shouldn’t have done it!
And putting that awful toy inside him afterwards… telling him to wear it every day, in order to prepare him properly…
What is proper about that! Even demons would balk at this, even succubus would refuse! So what if it feels good when he shifts in a certain way, so what if it excites him to have this secret with his lord… it’s still awkward when he’s talking with someone else, or teaching his disciples! Sect Leader, let’s please keep this between us!
...but it’s not like he intends to refuse Yue Qingyuan’s advances from now on… This man, somehow… it feels like he would do something drastic if Shen Qingqiu refuses him…
Aren’t big brother types also often secret yandere types…?