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Shen Jiu was a bastard. 

This was abundantly clear to Shen Yuan, and would've been so even if he hadn't read Proud Immortal Demon Way himself. 

After all, it was disturbingly obvious in the way that others reacted to his Shen Qingqiu Remix. Everyone was astounded and suspicious whenever he treated them with civility, and that had lasted for years. Hell, he still had run-ins with acquaintances of Shen Jiu that hadn't gotten the memo regarding his attitude adjustment. 

Suffice to say, the Stinky Bastard Man's sadism was no secret.

Shen Yuan thought he understood that. Sure, Shen Jiu was a...complex...man, but he thought they had an understanding . 

He hadn't foreseen that sadism extending to the bedroom, and really, he definitely should've. 

He would've been perfectly happy never knowing what the body he was renting was into. 

What does one even do when they come home to find a very handsome and very naked man bound in Immortal Binding Cables shibari-style in front of their own unmade bed, undeniably impressive cock leaking precum in a puddle onto the floor? Naked, flushed, and already looking a little wrecked--Shen Yuan's mouth went dry, eyes unable to stop drinking in the frankly very hot sight of his boss kneeling in front of him. 

"Y…...y... fuck," Shen Yuan cursed, unsure if he wanted to call Yue Qingyuan's name or ask him what the hell he was doing here. A humid night breeze ran sultry fingers through their hair, abruptly reminding the Qing Jing Peak Lord that the bamboo house door was still open . 

In his haste to rescue his boss's dignity he slammed the door shut with enough force and speed that it rattled in its hinges. Yue Qingyuan's only response to this was to whimper and cast a demure look to the wooden floor, gaze fixating on his pre-release pooling there. A vivid blush rode high on his cheeks as he shuddered. 

It was undeniably beautiful. 

Shen Jiu was a bastard, but he had to have been doing something right if he could walk into his bedroom to find the most powerful (and apparently well-hung ) man in the entire cultivation world naked and waiting for him. 

He had seen Yue Qingyuan just that morning. Shen Yuan had been distant, but polite as always. And Yue Qingyuan...Yue Qingyuan had done nothing to allude to his plans to tie himself up and wait for Shen Qingqiu to come home and… and what, fuck him open??

Have mercy on this old man, Lord Yue!!

Thank god he already had his fan out before he stepped across the threshold. He did not need to face this both sober and unguarded. Shen Yuan blocked Shen Qingqiu's apparently very thick face from view, conveniently blocking a view of something else that was also apparently exceedingly thick. He quickly made his way to the desk in the other corner, gingerly stepping around the neatly folded Sect Leader robes on the floor. He settled himself in front of the desk, resolutely not looking at his boss's junk. Play it cool, Shen Qingqiu, play it cool. Can't have your cover being blown, just play along until you can escape. Shen Yuan cleared his throat, shuffling through some of his papers to give his sweaty palms something to do. He kept his back entirely to Yue Qingyuan and tried not to notice how that made his boss pant.

He'd never really looked at Yue Qingyuan with lust in his heart, but what mere mor... immortal could take one look at him on display and not make grabby hands? 

Immortal or not, he was only human. 

It was only the stifling summer heat making Shen Qingqiu sweat. The goosebumps on his arms and the preemptive curling of his toes in his boots were also to be blamed on the thick, hot c-- AIR . Summer air!

He straightened his collar and sleeves, watching his hands to make sure they didn't go on a field trip unsupervised. He could feel the color rising from below his collar up to his face. Heat rises, and apparently pools on his cheeks.

Before rushing back to make itself at home between his thighs. 

Okay, facing an unknown enemy, what should one always do? Gather information, figure out what the fuck led to this, adjust plans accordingly. He tapped System to figure out if this was a weird, forgotten subplot of the original. 

System was silent.

Stinky Bastard System!

"To what does this Master owe the honor of this Lord's visit?" There, might as well ask the sect leader himself what he was doing. After all, if they had some weird agreement in place, Yue Qingyuan would be the only man alive that knew about it. (Shang Qinghua was preemptively disqualified from being considered both a man and alive, as Shen Yuan had already decided to change both as soon as he escaped…whatever this scenario pusher was.) He chanced a glance at the other man, cussing internally as the sight made his own admittedly less impressive little self twitch in interest.

Was he gay?

The body he was in might be a little bit gay.

The haughty tone that served as the character's default voice made the question sound entirely sarcastic and derisive, much to the millennial's horror. He whirled around, intending to apologize for what was at best unforgivable insubordination. Before he could make a single sound, he was silenced. 

Yue Qingyuan's unbound hair was wavy from the intricate style it had been in all morning. The curls glistened with jewel tones of red in the warm candlelight, emphasizing his every muscle as they lifted and dipped across each angle and curve. Even for an immortal, he was undeniably beautiful. His chest was slightly pink from...exertion? Embarrassment? Anticipation? And wow, he knew he had the immortal body of the fit young man he'd been when he'd achieved his final form, but he somehow hadn't expected that to translate to his sculpted muscles refusing to soften with age. He was thicker than Shen Qingqiu, broader, even, than Liu Qingge. There was an undeniable grace to him, ever-present, even when unclothed. His long lashes brushed his high cheekbones as he continued staring at the floor demurely. 

Yue Qingyuan always seemed to indulge and acquiesce to whatever impulse Shen Qingqiu had, but never before had Shen Yuan seen him look downright submissive. The Imposter of Qing Jing Peak found himself grateful for the thick robes of the ancient world. They were cumbersome on the best of days, but they did well at hiding his own suddenly lively cucumber. He adjusted himself in a way he hoped was subtle. He wiggled his thighs as he tried to get into a position that would give them both a sense of privacy, but the action backfired, making him let out a strangled hiss of desire. 

That seemed to be what the Sect Leader needed to hear.

Gods, he looked so devastated . Shen Yuan had never considered himself an S, but he couldn't help but want to mess him up a little. Suck some marks across that broad, trembling chest, scratch his nails up his inner thighs, take him apart bit by bit--

Yue Qingyuan's deep voice was even softer than usual, an unmistakable tremor in it as he spoke. Shen Qingqiu glanced at him, and the bound man barely managed to stifle the impulse to outright writhe at the attention. "... your fan…"

Wha-ha-ha-hat the fuck, Sect Leader?? Since when did your sweet, big-brotherly voice turn into the deep, alluring tones of a fucking sex god??

Shen Qingqiu was on his feet in an instant, standing before his boss before his brain could even catch up to the action. The calloused hand of a musician and swordsman tilted the Sect Leader's chin up, but his gaze remained downcast. Shen Qingqiu was grateful for it as he realized what the artfully bound man was at the exact eye level to stare down otherwise. From this close up, the millennial could see the subtle pinkening of the skin underneath each red silken diamond criss crossing that lovely tan skin. Trust Airplane-bro to have modern shibari appear in ancient China. His thumb stroked the Sect Leader's sharp chin absentmindedly, and the taller man finally seemed to relax a little. He heard him audibly swallow, and gods, it just wasn't fair for his gorgeous, naked, bound, kneeling boss to be swallowing directly in front of his clothed erection without having something to swallow around. Really, it was unfair to both of them. Before Shen Qingqiu gave into the urge to part the folds of his robes and give the man what he was thirsting for, the words sunk in. His fan..?

Yue Qingyuan's eyes had finally raised to Shen Qingqiu's torso, but fortunately (?) it wasn't the obvious tent he was leering at. The shorter immortal followed his gaze to find that his senior was indeed staring at the intricate fan he'd tucked into his high waist belt. It was one he had never used before. He wasn't sure where Luo Binghe had found it, but it was certainly one of his most beautiful. There had been a festival all day throughout the usually closed off mountain sect, each peak creating their own attraction for the common people to see. Bai Zhan predictably had feats of strength, while An Ding used the day to make money selling roasted dragon melon seeds and an alcoholic brew the party peak made up special for the event. Shang Qinghua himself had been running around like mad with half of his disciples, making sure everything ran smoothly. He left a trail of seed husks in his wake. 

For Qing Jing's part, they had had two main attractions: a display of all of the lovely art pieces their scholarly peak had made throughout the past year (Luo Binghe's massive scroll painted with a gorgeous field of chrysanthemums and two wild roosters was the overwhelming audience favorite), and a special guqin performance by the Peak Lord. As such, Shen Qingqiu had requested that his top disciple lay out an outfit that was suitably dazzling. The teenager truly had a talent for creating ensembles that made his Shizun impossible to look away from, as expected of the protagonist. All of his clothes gave him a dignified bearing, but Binghe had truly outdone himself. He had been forced to rely on the teen to help him get dressed, as the many baubles and straps were too complex for him to manage on his own. His little white lotus had dressed him with a reverence that made the man wonder if he realized he was dressing a person, and not some sacred work of art. The many layers of sheer silk were blessedly light in the thick summer air, preventing him from turning into a sweaty mess on the temporary stage. There were cords, braided with real pearls and suspiciously golden thread (he was paid very well, but surely only the Sect Leader himself was paid so well that he could have real gold woven into his clothes in such ludicrous quantities? How did that even work? It's metal! Soft metal, but still... ) in various places. The overall outfit was far more colorful than he usually dared don, the metallic emerald making him look admittedly divine. It shifted to his favored pale green in direct sunlight. He'd been startled at the vibrant forest of golden embroidery that had suddenly become visible when he stepped outside into the dappled summer light. 

Honestly, he felt more like an emperor's most favored courtesan than a peak lord in the getup, lavish as it was, but the cut was still undeniably masculine. He was grateful for that much, at least. Once up on the stage he had tucked his newly discovered fan in the front of his belt. The top of the gilt spiritual tool glinted from where it peeked out from its place pressed against him. Exceedingly rare black and white stones of the highest quality shone along the fan's outer spines as they caught in the light. Shen Yuan had played a few pieces, leaving the crowds suitably impressed. The color scheme of the fan at his waist held a niggling familiarity, and inspired an inner peace he couldn't quite place. The Qing Jing peak lord looked down his boss's body, still holding his strong chin in the palm of his hand. He tucked a lock of Yue Qingyuan's hair back behind his ear, the older man leaning into it immediately. What had he been thinking about..? Right, right. 

As Sect Leader, Yue Qingyuan had to survey every peak. He usually did this by proxy using his head disciple. Therefore, Shen Yuan had been unprepared for the hypnotic man to make an appearance in person. He too had dressed in finery, as befitted his station. He had to admit that his boss had looked more dashing than brotherly in his black, white, and gilt robes. 

Wait. 

Had…oh god, had the fan been a gift from him?? 

Was the most powerful man in the entire human world really so desperate for attention that using one of his gifts made him ready to throw himself at the gift receiver's feet, ready to... receive?? 

Please, have some respect for yourself, for your Sect, Zhangmen-shixiong!!

Yue Qingyuan butted his cheek into Shen-Yuan-as-Shen-Qingqiu's hand, finally meeting his eyes. The still clothed man (and uh, wow, little weird to be thinking of his shixiong as separate from that category) startled slightly, asking an abrupt "What?"

Yue Qingyuan seemed to blossom below him, flush deepening. He looked up at his junior with an expression so warm, happy, and intense that even Shen Yuan couldn't deny what emotion was responsible for inspiring it. 

Oh fuck. 

Shen Yuan had long wondered why in the fuck the man had always been so accommodating of his every whim, but he had never once considered the fact that Yue Qingyuan might lo-lo….lo..ve??? Him???

The man below him (!!) distracted him from his current hidden panic by taking his question as permission to speak. Soft lips pressed against a sword roughened hand, and Shen Yuan could feel his exhilarated smile against his skin. He felt his own face trying to mimic it, the traitor, but successfully wrangled it into submission. "I hadn't seen it in so many years, I thought…" the Sect Leader took a deep, shaking breath. He had never looked so open and exposed, so vulnerable, during any negotiations or war councils.

But then, he'd literally never spent those meetings as nude as the day he was born, power as stripped as his form, dick curving up towards the fucking sky.

"I thought, p-perhaps," he stuttered(!!) "Perhaps Xiao Jiu had discarded it." Those wide brown eyes filled with an almost heartbroken expression, making Shen Yuan feel like he'd just kicked ten thousand puppies. He was filled with the undeniable urge to fix the naked man's heartbreak, regardless of what that meant for himself. A note of devastation and guilt roughened Yue Qingyuan's deep voice. His words were somewhere between a whisper and a croak. "Had discarded us."

Shit shit shit, so they did have some kind of arrangement?? Some hidden past? 'Oh, little Sect Leader, you'll let me do whatever I want on my peak, or you'll never get to □@$!¿☆ with my $%@^* or the €☆▪︎☆♡♡ when we're 《×$&#;♤■》--' Some sort of weird M play like that?? Sick, Shen Jiu, using his kinks against him! Scum! Scummy boy! S cummy--

Shen Qingqiu gulped, fixing his gaze on Yue Qingyuan's back. He couldn't see it all from where he loomed over his boss's head, but the sight was enticing nonetheless. At some point, the transmigrator had begun idly caressing his shixiong's thick, glossy hair. The muscles in that broad back twitched and flexed in time with his stroking. The sight was too captivating for him to question. 

Yue Qingyuan had been the only person in all of Proud Immortal Demon Way's original plotline that the great protagonist had been afraid to face in a fair fight. Even this diehard black powder fan couldn't say with any real confidence who would win if they fought face to face and one on one after the Abyss arc. The thought of having all of that protagonist-defying power kneeling at his very feet was…invigorating…to say the least. 

It certainly seemed to be doing as much for his length as it did for his ego, if the small growing patch of wetness surely staining the front of his inner robes was anything to go by. 

Yue Qingyuan seemed content to wait for Shen Qingqiu's attention forever if need be. He was sat at attention, thighs spread as wide as they would go, kissing and licking his shidi's fingertips worshipfully. Had he no pride? The sensation of the kitten licks was a little dulled by callouses, but the visual alone was enough to make Shen Yuan want to whimper. This was like…like POV VR porn. His thighs trembled with the effort to keep his legs from buckling. What kind of history, what kind of training had Shen Jiu put one of the world's most powerful men through that he need only flutter a fan to have him here, to come without even needing to be called? 

Shen Yuan begrudgingly gave a little more respect towards the original goods. 

Still, the feeling that he was taking advantage of an apparently very lovesick man would not abate. He had poured over the System's rules regarding how much he could reveal of himself countless times. The transmigrator was confident that he knew every technicality and loophole in the policy as well as he knew--well, as well as Yue Qingyuan seemed to intimately know the back of his borrowed hand. He flushed a deeper shade of red. He mentally counted backwards from ten to calm himself, removing his fingers from his boss's devotedly suckling mouth. Shen Yuan couldn't take advantage of someone's blindness (although really, how in love can you be with someone if you never notice they've been completely usurped?), and carefully replied, "This humble master is not your 'Xiao Jiu.'"

It was the truth, but it was also something he suspected the original goods might say. Sure enough, Yue Qingyuan only warmly smiled up at him, though it couldn't fully brighten his eyes. The older man buried his face in the front of Shen Qingqiu's robes, body losing its tension with each new bit of contact. Both men politely held back from grinding their lengths against their martial brother. Yue Qingyuan's heat could be felt through the many layers of silk. Just how hard was that hidden face blushing? His quiet voice filled the humid stillness of the room as he confessed, " Qi-ge knows. "

Shen Yuan had no idea who 'Qi-ge' was. It seemed he had made a sound at the admission, as it prompted his shixiong to pull back from his belly. That brotherly face was no longer flushed red, and his exhilarated smile from before was now dragged down with poorly hidden grief. His gaze held a plea Shen Qingqiu was afraid to try and decipher, its weight too intimidating to shoulder. He shivered as his boss sat back on his heels, straightening the saliva and precum dampened robes the older man had just been nuzzling. When he deemed it proper enough, those warm brown eyes pinned his shidi back in place. Expectation, desire, a hint of guilt, desperation, and...despair? His face, more than melancholy, betrayed some kind of brokenhearted acceptance. 

Shen Qingqiu shivered, looking away. He couldn't allow himself to pick apart the meaning of it all. That openness, the sheer intimidation of that strange, wrecked look…it was overwhelming. Before he could step back, free his boss from his self-tied bindings, and run like Post-Abyss Binghe was hot on his heels, a hot, heavy hand squeezed around his hip. Shen Qingqiu absolutely did not shudder at how it wrapped around so much of him effortlessly. 

He…might have had a size kink in his previous life, although he had literally died before he admitted it. 

It came with the monsterfucking territory. 

He'd die a second, third, and fourth time before he admitted to having a thing for that , however. 

Yue Qingyuan would look good with fangs. 

His boss squeezed his clothed hip enough to get his attention and steady his flustered mind, but not enough to satisfy. Shen Qingqiu blushed harder. "I-I'm n-n-not…"

"Qi-ge knows. " His brown eyes were dark, so dim that they almost looked black in the low light. Voice a hush, he repeated with a sense of finality, "Qi-ge knows."

Shen Qingqiu had never heard him sound so small. 

He swallowed, shifting awkwardly in the silence. He'd never quite understood the phrase "a pregnant pause," but felt confident in his identification of this moment as one. It was about as comfortable as a baby kicking your already shrunken bladder repeatedly, he thought. Yue Qingyuan offered no relief, instead waiting (always, always waiting) for Shen Qingqiu to rupture the silence himself. 

It was a lot to ask of a very confused, and still very horny man. 

It was too mentally and emotionally exhausting to keep scrambling to come up with solutions and answers to this mess, so the millennial just decided to go #YOLMT (You Only Live Multiple Times) and say "fuck it." And so, he curled his fingers in his boss's hair, yanked his head back without mercy, and imperiously declared, "You will address this one only as ‘Master Shen.’"

This…this… Qi-ge… full body shuddered at the change in tone. Without hesitation, he replied “Yes, Master Shen.”

Shen Qingqiu dropped the grip he had on his scalp as if burned, whipping around to once again disrespectfully show his senior his back. He clenched his fist in front of his mouth, silently screaming at System and any other god that would listen. What was this?? He! He just did it!? He just let him have his way?? Sure, that was nothing new, but, but what was the limit here? Would he let Shen Jiu strip him of ANY dignity he might’ve had left? He was emasculating him as he spoke! His foot brushed against Yue Qingyuan’s length during his turn, earning a not disinterested groan from the organ’s owner. 

????

Was it even like that then???

Shen Yuan could not take any more of this, and promptly checked out. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t doing any of this. This was just the character of the Scum Villain Shen Qingqiu. Anything that happened after this was just the actions of that bully. 

Shen Qingqiu regained his dignity after a few moments, looking over his shoulder at his boss. No, not  his boss…his…submissive..?

He hadn’t allowed himself to really look before. Sure, he saw the… that… hot and nearly purple at the head with need. He saw the red of the immortal binding cables, the chestnut-highlights of his unbound hair. But he hadn’t really seen the full picture. Could he just…could he just ask to look? Was that allowed within the bounds of whatever this thing they had going? He bit his lip contemplatively. When you don’t know something, you should just ask, right? But he hadn’t gotten this far by asking those around him where or who he was…decision made, he found himself commanding “Present yourself.”

Yue Qingyuan looked like a starved dog, so much so that Shen Qingqiu wondered if he could make the man bark. “Yes, Master Shen,” the man happily submitted, bowed head unable to block the sight of his wide smile. He seemed to radiate joy as he spread his legs wider, arched his back, and presented his chest and tummy for inspection. 

Shen Qingqiu loomed over him, going for a general vibe of ~ imperious. ~ Yue Qingyuan blossomed under the younger man’s attention, seeming intent on earning a hint of praise. 

The transmigrator took his time looking, now that he had the full view. There was the… that, yes, which was quite a lot to look at. But what drew his eye now were the immortal binding cables. They seemed to be a modified version from the ones he had once been bound with. Those were of the lowest possible quality to be effective, rough and itchy with loose hairs. The ones binding these…rippling pectorals…were of a completely different caliber. The braid was smooth, consistent, and of such a fine weave as to almost be imperceptible. A thin single thread of silvery-blue glow shimmered in its pattern, the only hint at its qi-blocking ability. 

The rope had been fashioned into a delectable harness which accentuated the broadness of that chest, the deep V of his hips, and the inviting trail of hair leading from his taut belly button to his–pillar. The qi-binding effect of it meant that he couldn’t regulate his temperature, the heat of the night making him sweat a sheen of gold. Shen Qingqiu took out a luminous night pearl to get a better look. Yue Qingyuan blushed prettily, shaking his hair out like a coquettish maiden. The additional light revealed a map of silvery-white scars all along his body. They followed no particular pattern, but seemed to connect from his fingertips to his chest, down his torso and across both legs. It was striking, but something in the back of his mind shied away from calling it beautiful. The effect of the raised skin and the blood red diamonds of rope were breathtaking together, however. 

Shen Qingqiu drank his fill of that broad chest, from its dusky brown nipples to the scruff of its hair. He followed those soft-looking curls down, down, down, until he once again reached that length. 

It made his mouth water. 

He couldn’t quite think of what that meant–not just for his sexuality, but for the two of them. What did two men do when they were..? 

Yue Qingyuan kept his arms locked behind his back, holding his elbows to more fully jut his expansive chest out. The motion made his dick bob, drawing attention to the soft, heavy sac down below. Shen Qingqiu, this Shen Qingqiu, had never seen another man’s nudity, had never gotten up close and personal with their nakedness. He couldn’t say for sure what that soft stretch of skin must taste like, but the thought weighed his tongue down. That would be ridiculous, right? Pushing Qi-ge back against the bed and suckling on his balls like they were a nice fat tit? 

Shen Qingqiu flushed scarlet at his own thoughts. The second part was too far, surely, but perhaps the first–? His hand found its way back into that wavy hair, petting his head in approval like he might one of his students. He didn’t praise the man for making a lewd display of himself, face too thin for that, but Yue Qingyuan was good at reading between the lines of his gestures. The older man settled into the touch, beaming. Shen Qingqiu swallowed, steeling himself. He used the hand hooked into that long hair to tip him backwards. Yue Qingyuan followed the motion, trusting the hand to support his weight. His head hit the soft edge of the bed. Shen Qingqiu dropped his hand lower, wrapping it around the base of the submissive man’s neck. He supported him with it, guiding him back, back, back. 

The clothed man closed in, half-straddling his boss. Together they maneuvered Qi-ge up onto the bed, with his legs half hanging over the edge. Shen Qingqiu followed the motion up, up, up, until his own legs were straddling that thickly muscled waist. Qi-ge kept his feet flat on the floor, hands clenched into fists to keep from touching Master Shen’s hips. With one final head pat, Shen Qingqiu sat back. That thick length rubbed against his backside and lower back, making him flush red. Just how big was that thing??

Qi-ge looked up at him like he hung the very stars in the sky just for the two of them. “Master Shen,”

“Quiet!” Shen Qingqiu smacked that barrel chest with the jewel encrusted fan, head swimming too much to handle any talk. The older man bit his lip, eyes flashing with undeniable interest at the hit. Was it like that too, then, Qi-ge?? Sorry, but we’ll be taking baby steps, not jumping in headfirst tonight. No impact play for you just yet!

The Master tucked the fan back into the belt, letting his other hand spread across that chest to keep his balance. His slender fingers curled into the soft hair there, nails scratching lightly at the skin beneath it. Shen Qingqiu might be a little touch starved–because touching this man was quickly becoming sensory heaven. 

Shen Qingqiu wiggled in place, trying to get comfortable. Which wasn’t difficult, given just how hospitable the body beneath him was, but the wriggling reminded him of the neglected, naked length pressing into the cleft of his ass. These robes were far too fancy for him to put on or remove by himself, and Qi-ge was still obediently clenching his fists by their thighs–how was he to keep them from getting soiled by the wetness he was sure was staining his back? The pants, at least, he thought he could remove by himself. He stood up on his knees above the submissive man, slipping out of each pant leg with a grace only a xianxia character could have. He threw the offending article across the room for Binghe to pick up later. 

A brief panic–what if the protagonist happened to come in and see this?? What explanation could he give?? 

The Sect Leader was just helping me untangle my clothes, while I tied him up to keep his hands from wandering?????

His heart regained its natural rhythm when he remembered he had sent the boy down the mountain to escort one of his future wives back home safely after the festival. There would be no interruptions tonight.

For better or for worse.

Shen Qingqiu’s heart picked back up as he absentmindedly petted that chest hair again. It was soothing, but the whole situation had his head swimming. He was straddling his naked boss, and was about to–about to..? 

Do what, exactly? 

What do men do when they’re alone and pantsless..? 

Yue Qingyuan seemed unable to keep from taking pity on him. His hands finally drifted to Shen Qingqiu’s now naked hips, squeezing reassuringly. “Master Shen, it has been quite some time…” He stroked the soft skin there, rough palms grounding him. “Let this lowly one take care of you?”

Shen Qingqiu faltered, unsure of what that meant. But he wasn’t about to let on that he didn’t know what was going on! He was in this far, might as well keep pretending he was in control. He looked down his nose at him, snorting imperiously. “If you think you can!”

There, now it was a challenge! 

He could assert his dominance while letting the other man take the lead! 

Sheer brilliance! System, can a boy get some B-points??

Those strong hands guided his hips up while he haggled with the System, so that when he came back to reality it was to find himself with his thighs pressed to Qi-ge’s ears. Before he could say a word, he found himself moaning. What was this??? Feeling????

Something hot and slippery was pressing against him, petting the soft space between his sack and his, his–!

Both of Shen Qingqiu's hands snapped to grip Yue Qingyuan's hair, but before he could use his hold to yank him away, his hips started bucking. Mortified by his own pleasure, the lanky man tried to scramble away. But even with his qi bound by immortal binding cables, Yue Qingyuan was a mountain of muscle. As if anticipating the thrashing, he locked both arms around those luscious thighs, clamping him in place. Shen Qingqiu yanked at his fistfuls of hair, but that only seemed to spur the sect leader on. He used his strength to pull his master more squarely on his clever tongue, not satisfied until his whole weight was pressing down on his eager face. 

"I-it's dirty–" Shen Qingqiu sobbed, as a last ditch effort to resist the flood of new sensation. Yue Qingyuan responded by sucking at his swollen rim, making the younger man outright keen. What was this pleasure?? Could he really cum from a tongue in his ass??

"Oh, god," he choked, hands clenching in the sect leader's hair again. He caught himself rocking back on that thick, wet muscle, unbidden. "Oh god," he begged, feeling the heat radiate out from inside him. Something was coming, faster, faster, faster, until it was all he could do to arch his back and cry. " Gege !!"

Yue Qingyuan moaned against his hole, setting himself to the task of absolutely devouring the younger man. Shen Qingqiu couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening, and couldn't see past his million fancy robes to figure it out. Yue Qingyuan had buried himself between his legs somewhere beneath all that silk, and was doggedly determined to eat his ass until he ascended. 

Shen Qingqiu pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, blurry eyes filling with tears he refused to let fall. "Gege," he cried, finding himself riding that face like it was made to be his throne. " Gege," he demanded, throwing his head back. Using his grip on Yue Qingyuan's hair, he thrust against his face, once, twice, and he was cumming. 

Thighs trembling like starlight, Shen Qingqiu came down from his high to find a sticky wet mess squirted all across the Sect Leader's face. "You're a mess," he observed, Scum Villain halo making it sound derisive rather than mortified. Yue Qingyuan peeked out from under the priceless robes and licked his lips shamelessly. 

"Yes, Master Shen. Thanking Master Shen," Qi-ge demurred, smacking his lips lightly with a wet pop!

Shen Qingqiu flushed scarlet, grabbing a pillow and smushing it into the Sect Leader's beaming face. "Shameless!" he cried, refusing to meet his cum-covered eyes. 

"What shame is to be had in serving Master Shen?" the older man countered, licking up the cum that had smeared from his face onto the fabric. 

Shen Qingqiu blanched, yanking the pillow away. "Bad Qi-ge!" Qi-ge pouted, but hardly looked put out. "Bad, bad, bad Qi-ge!" he repeated, sitting back on his waist. As he did so, he felt something hot and slick curl against the cooling saliva on his rim–a quick touch between his legs found that Yue Qingyuan's belly was also covered in cum. When had he–? "Who said you could cum!" He half-screeched, mortified. Unfortunately for him it came out in Shen Qingqiu's trademark voice, sounding quite vitriolic. 

Qi-ge groaned, lightly petting Shen Qingqiu's bare ankles with his fingertips. "Qi-ge is sorry," he started, which for some reason infuriated Shen Qingqiu. 

"Don't be sorry, be better!" he snapped, something his elder brother had often said. 

Yue Qingyuan seemed perfectly content with the admonishment, but did his best to look penitent. Something about that face really pissed Shen Qingqiu off. He reached back and slapped his boss's thick thigh as punishment. 

Which immediately backfired, if the interested twitching of that monster pillar was any indication. Shen Qingqiu's face turned white. There was still, he was still–!

System, shouldn't the protagonist be the only one who has that kind of stallion stamina??? 

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Nevermind!! Shen Qingqiu cut the System off as a more pressing issue popped up. The issue being, being–!

Yue Qingyuan was now begging him. Yue Qingyuan, leader of arguably the strongest Sect in their world, pinnacle of manliness, and perfect big brother was, was!! How could he beg to come inside of him??? What world had he transmigrated into that not only would the world's current strongest man do some begging but also for the begging to be about getting inside of him!?

How down bad must Yue Qingyuan be? Was his poor monster shlong getting cold without a hole to settle inside of? Won’t the esteemed Master Shen please take pity on him, huh???

He couldn’t believe it was working!

“And what, do you expect this Master to simply let you inside because you beg??”

“No, Master Shen,” Yue Qingyuan looked aghast, but his twitching dick made it hard to take seriously. He released his grip on Shen Qingqiu's ankle, hands coming up to pet along his thighs. 

"Then you aren't hanging on the hope that I'll lower myself to open up for you?" Shen Qingqiu glared indignantly down at his boss, face flaming red. 

The older man looked uncomfortable at the question. Before he could protest the idea of it being 'lowering,' Shen Qingqiu cut to the chase. "No one can make this Master debase himself! This one will show you who's boss! Hmph!"

With a crook of his hand he waved away the ridiculous notion that this was anything except what his body wanted for itself. He wasn't doing this to make the other man feel better, he was just giving in to his own whims for the sake of showing his own dominance! 

Mind made up, Shen Qingqiu hitched up his skirts, lifting them to his mouth. He bit the lovely silk to keep it in place, needing it out of the way for his next maneuver. He sat up on his knees, angling his backside back until its puffy, tender rim was just barely kissing the head of Yue Qingyuan's fat dick. "You aren't better than me," he groused, feeling a sudden kinship with the original goods. "You're at my mercy!"

Easier said than a dick taken. 

Far too enthusiastic for his own good, Shen Qingqiu threw his whole weight back onto that throbbing member, piercing himself on it with no preamble. It knocked the wind out of him. For someone unused to penetration of any sort, it was unlike anything he knew. If he was a little more worldly he would know that even practiced size queens would need to take a few minutes to get that girth inside them, but he wasn't, and so he didn't. He let out an embarrassing bleat as he crashed their pelvises together, the noise completely unbidden. The brunette prayed that Yue Qingyuan's own grunt was sufficient to cover the embarrassing sound. He needed to recover his dignity! The only way to do that was to maintain his control over the situation, but God, his belly was positively bloated with dick right now. He couldn't bend forward to see the protrusion past his mouthful of silk lest it make his stomach cramp, but a hand pressed to his abdomen revealed the impressive truth. He'd proven a prodigious talent for impaling himself on thick dark cock. 

His hands moved from his own belly to Yue Qingyuan's, finding the crisscross of diamonds and vee's there. He needed to move. He couldn't breathe around the dick spearing him open. It was pretty clear that it left no room for his lungs, taking up the whole inner cavity of his torso. Probably. 

Slender fingers hooked beneath the red ropes at that corded waist, making the harness pull tighter. He used it as a grip to both ground himself and control his sub's movement. Yue Qingyuan was suffering under the sweet torture that was his body, and his hips were quaking from both nerves and barely repressed need to thrust. Each little shiver of the older man’s sent cold sparks of pleasure up the younger's spine, threatening to quickly overwhelm him. His face was hot and his head was swimming. His thoughts were like cotton balls, muted and fluffy. "Gege," he tried, voice cracking on the second syllable. His plaintive voice was made more so by his own little tremors. "Don't move, okay?"

His bravado was failing him now that he was actually…doing…having…and they were…

Face aflame, Shen Qingqiu harshly twisted the rope his fingers were caught in. It pinched Yue Qingyuan's brown skin, making him squeak. There! Now both of them have made embarrassing noises!

Using his grip on the rope, Shen Qingqiu hoisted himself back up a few inches, then rolled his hips back. He repeated this pattern a few more times, using the ropes as leverage.

The silk in his mouth was growing damp from drool.

He kicked up a sweat as he rode that one sided childhood sweetheart, body unable to cool under the weight of his many ceremonial robes. 

It took a few tries before he could pull the length out halfway. His breath came in heavy pants around his makeshift gag. Who knew sex was so much work? He flexed his arms, forcing Yue Qingyuan's hips to thrust up via his grip on the ropes. They groaned simultaneously, lost in pleasure. 

Yue Qingyuan positively whimpered as he got to drive himself up into his beloved's body. "X-xiao, M-master Shen…"

 “Goddamnit,” the transmigrator cursed, pausing in his motions. He rolled his eyes, then let go of the ropes. With a put upon sigh, Shen Qingqiu looked down at his brother in arms. “This Master grows weary. Pull your weight.”

Concerned look breaking into a wide grin, Yue Qingyuan needed no second telling. “ Yes, Master Shen!”

What followed was the pounding of two lifetimes. All that muscle and stamina translated to an endless session of lovemaking the likes of which few people ever get to experience. Shen Qingqiu could swear that his old man back got blown out. “You’re depraved!” the younger man cried out, tears finally falling. “Isn’t that enough??”

“Master Shen is always enough,” Yue Qingyuan complimented, not ceasing in his upward thrusts. “Might this Qi-ge recommend a change?”

“Oough,” Shen Qingqiu replied, guttural and unbecoming of an immortal master. 

Taking that as a yes, Yue Qingyuan lifted his master up and off of his cock. Shen Qingqiu cried out at the loss, hips rolling back to reclaim their new toy of their own volition. The larger man cooed praise and reassurances, pressing kisses everywhere his mouth could reach. Using pure muscle alone, he hauled them both up the bed. His back now rested against the headboard, while he shifted Shen Qingqiu so that his back rested against his chest. He grabbed each leg and confidently spread them apart, intimately knowing just how flexible his love was. “Sshhh, Qi-ge’s here, Qi-ge’s got you.”

He’s got you, alright!  Got you in a full nelson!

Shen Qingqiu sobbed as he helplessly bounced on Yue Qingyuan’s cock.  “N-no more!” he pleaded, trying and failing to bury his face in his lover’s neck. “I can’t take it!”

“You can, and you are, Master Shen.” Yue Qingyuan approved, that big brotherly smile appearing once again. Shen Qingqiu would never look at it in the same way. Who knew that inviting façade hid such a beast?

The younger man’s sobs turned to moans soon enough, coupled with the occasional keen. He’d lost count of how many times he’d cum, slick staining his belly and thighs. His pathetic little cock bobbed up and down with each manic thrust, a string of precum clinging to it obscenely. The next thing he knew, he was coming again, this time leaking nothing but clear, sweet fluid. Every time he punched his guts with a new thrust it seemed he found a new sweet spot. The Sex Leader, that is, Sect Leader was merciless, murmuring sweet nothings all the while. He gnawed at Shen Qingqiu’s shoulder through the lace and silk as if he was an animal, desperate to leave some mark to show he’d been there. 

Shen Qingqiu was a cum, sweat, and tear-stained mess. The immortal master and savant had been reduced to animalistic grunts and howls. Certain he was about to die again, he held on for dear life. This had to end someday, right?? Or was he doomed to become a mindless cocksleeve for his shixiong? "Q…qi-ge…"

Yue Qingyuan's hips stuttered in their brutal rhythm, and soon he was filling his partner up with a flood of hot, sticky cum. His balls drew up tight as they pumped every bit of seed inside him as they could. 

Shen Qingqiu hiccuped between his tears at the rush of new sensation. 

As he softened, Yue Qingyuan gently petted Shen Qingqiu's red cocklet. Soon enough he was coming with a wail.

Their breaths intermingling, they cuddled and rode their high. Finally, it was over. Yue Qingyuan stayed inside him for a few moments more, not ready to leave just yet.

"We need to get you out of these ropes," Shen Qingqiu reminded him with a sigh, gently rubbing his cum filled belly absentmindedly. 

Yue Qingyuan huffed a laugh, but made no effort to move. "It needs to be cut with a spiritual weapon, and I didn't bring Xuan Su."

The millennial groaned, knowing that meant it was up to him to get up and move. He rolled his neck to get the kinks out, then set to freeing himself from his shixiong's arms. "Fine, but you're giving me a massage after this."

The older man hummed a yes, sniffing Shen Qingqiu's scalp. The younger man ignored this for his own sanity, summoning Xiu Ya with a crook of his fingers. He pulled himself up and off of Yue Qingyuan's now spent dick, shuddering as the shift made his now gaping hole drip slick. 

He quickly cut the other man free of his bindings, only mourning the loss for a moment. The cord had apparently been tied so well that perfect red marks in the exact braid of the rope were left behind. It was beautiful. He traced them with his fingertips, marveling at the muscles twitching under his ministrations. "All this because of a fan, mm?" He idly wondered aloud. 

Yue Qingyuan half-smiled, larger hand coming to rest atop Shen Qingqiu's. "I hope it sees more use," he replied non cryptically. 

Shen Qingqiu snorted, turning his hand over and lacing their fingers. "I'm sure you do." He squeezed the other man's hand, trying not to think about his loss of virginity. 

The sect leader seemed torn, as if he couldn't decide whether to stay or go. Or rather, wanting to stay but unsure if he would be allowed to. 

The Qing Jing Peak Lord sighed, pulling them both down to lay down. "Binghe will be back in the afternoon. I expect you to be gone by then."

Yue Qingyuan was pleasantly startled, not expecting to be allowed to stay until breakfast. "Thanking Master Shen."

Shen Qingqiu groaned at the reminder of his roleplaying. "'Qingqiu' is fine."

Not one to push his luck, the older man snuggled into his beloved's arms. "Qingqiu, then."

Shen Qingqiu had never expected that simply using a fan in front of a crowd of people would result in the loss of his virginity, but he couldn't say he regretted it. 

Next time he'd be a little more careful with his wardrobe choices. 

Who knew what other secrets his closet held?