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Do you ever just keep swiping away from those tedious and annoying pop-up windows that probably don't matter anyway but who knows because you're never reading them anyway?

Do you ever just snooze the update warnings until your apps literally don't function anymore?

Do you ever have an inbox of missions so long in a post-canon world that you just assume they must be irrelevant by now and it would be totally chill to just ignore the backlog?

Well, as it turns out, it's not fucking chill.

Airplane is getting absolutely, completely railed, when it happens again. Just ass up, brain whited out. There's jizz dripping off of him from the last two times Mobei-Jun had come (the first time on Shang Qinghua's face after a “passable, but slowly improving if he does say so himself” blowjob and the second from Mobei-Jun rubbing off between Shang Qinghua's bony AF thighs and then using the come to paint his way into Shang Qinghua's hole until Airplane was quivering like the anemic hamster he was and his king (graciously) answered his tearful begging by taking him to Pound Town.

Airplane's breaths are punched out of him in little wheezes and Mobei-Jun's hands around his waist are so big, Airplane thinks one palm could span the whole width of his back and two hands could form a finger cage that Shang Qinghua's whole torso could comfortably fit inside, held down and contained, in Mobei-Jun's full control.

At his mercy.

Airplane just. Doesn't need to think about anything when it's like this.

Didn't need to think at all.

There's no stress or anxiety or decisions or paperwork.

Just his wet, broken pants.

The raw burn of the bite Mobei-Jun had left on his shoulder when pulling off his clothes.

His king, inside him, fucking him (him of all people wtf was this luck). Fucking him like a wife plot depended on it only without the wife plot. Fucking him for free!

Mobei-Jun leaning over to press his perfectly chiseled chest (just the way Airplane wrote it) to Shang Qinghua's sweaty, scrawny back, and huffing out cool breaths against Shang Qinghua's ear, and changing the angle. Airplane arches further into it, his thighs shaking and–

And–

His king is saying something but–

A fucking mission update pop-up pops up and the notification sound crowds out this king's voice. (The audacity!!)

Airplane mentally swipes it again and lets out a grunt of frustration from being reminded that he has an existence. That he lives outside of being fucked open on Mobei-Jun’s cock or (admittedly aspirationally) taking it down his throat– tip to balls.

Look, a guy could dream. It was a fantasy novel. Why couldn’t he be fantastic at sucking demon dick? Eventually. After a training arc maybe. If he rolled a Nat 20.

Mobei-Jun, for his part, grabs Shang Qinghua’s thigh and pushes it further up, spreading Shang Qinghua open even wider and fucking him even deeper.

Airplane screams out a moan, losing sense of everything around them again, as Mobei-Jun reaches over to thumb at his bit-swollen, wet lips, and Shang Qinghua takes the fingers into his mouth to suck on them hard.

Mobei-Jun bites softly at his ear and Airplane wants to cry with how tender it feels in contrast to the relentless thrusting of his hips.

“I do,” Mobei-Jun grunts on the end of a thrust, as quiet as a secret he can’t believe he’s telling.

“Hmm?” Airplane whines out, fuzzy and fucked and desperate for this to go on forever. To have this for—

The mission update pops ups a-fucking-gain, which already has Airplane whimpering with the unfairness because not only is he having a nice time wtf, System-bro, not cool, his king’s words are already sparse and precious enough without the System pinging him in the middle of an epic sex scene, which contrary to his own novel, doesn’t get to happen nearly enough because he and Mobei-Jun have actual responsibilities unlike the window dressing of imperial duties he gave Luo Binghe in the original novel, which enabled him to have plenty of time to fuck and impregnate his generous harem of wives and obtain new wives to add to it. Mobei-Jun only has him (for now) and they still have to work hard to coordinate their schedule around getting some. Last week was so busy that Airplane only managed to get Mobei-Jun alone with his pants off at all because he combined a little finger fucking sesh with reading him his notes on the latest trade negotiation meetings with the River Demons to the east while trying not to come all over his scrolls, and then Mobei-Jun had licked him clean, substituting eating lunch for eating ass, before Shang Qinghua had to hurry back to An Ding Peak to meet with a new fireworks vendor regarding their bid for taking over the New Years’ celebration demonstration. Time management!

But. Speaking of impregnation…

Airplane actually looks at the mission window this time, in his sex fest haze, because it’s not closing, no matter how much he tries to swipe it again and–

It’s… counting down?

[MISSION: Discover CONTRACEPTION METHOD – Time Remaining: 5 seconds]

Huhhhhhhh?????

[Time Remaining: 4 seconds]

What even is this, System bro?! How is this the right time and place for–

Mobei-Jun’s hips start to jerk more erratically and Shang Qinghua’s hamstring is stretched as far as he can manage and–

[Time Remaining 3: seconds]

—Mobei-Jun bites down on Shang Qinghua’s neck hard and Airplane gasps out a–

[Time Remaining: 2 seconds]

Airplane sucks down on Mobei-Jun’s fingers as hard as he can instinctively and reaches back to whatever part of Mobei-Jun he can get at to pull him, in, in, nothing bad can happen if Mobei-Jun will just get deeper in–-

[Time Remaining: 1 second]

“I—” Mobei-Jun says again, low and earnest and—

[Time Remaining: 0 seconds– MISSION FAILED! Insufficient objections completed to discover CONTRACEPTION METHOD!]

What the fuck is this mission, System-bro?? Hadn’t he written in a tea or something?? There’s always a tea.

Mobei-Jun takes his fingers back from Shang Qinghua’s mouth and jerks him off with slick, elegant slides, while keeping the other hand on his back, pinning Shang Qinghua down like the bug he was.

And, really, whatever. He could figure out the whole mission thing later. Maybe he’d picked it up last time he was in town when he was talking to the local doctor? Or last month when he’d read a report about the death rates for women in childbirth? Or from one of the petitioners who came to Mobei-Jun’s court and worked as a sex worker? (And, wow, Cucumber-bro was right. He really did have a lot to answer for regarding his crimes against women in this world.)

And then Mobei-Jun is coming and coming and coming and coming.

Just an endless rush inside of Shang Qinghua, and Airplane is moaning again, helpless with it, feeling like he’ll choke on Mobei-Jun’s cock in his ass and Mobei-Jun’s thumb in his mouth and Mobei-Jun’s smell in his nose and Mobei-Jun’s weight on his back.

[OPTIONAL MISSION: Conceive child– COMPLETE! WE RESPECT YOUR CHOICES! +10 Character Points +10 R Points]

“Whaaaaat?” Airplane wheezes out and then comes, making the sound of a deflating balloon.

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To be perfectly honest, fucking in the throne room was less comfortable than he’d imagined when he was typing up a few thousand words of smut on a deadline than when it was his ass (literally) on the line.

However…

It was still a favorite since he had many times imagined Mobei-Jun taking him there as his personal jerk off fantasy (in both lives), and now that they were (somewhat) together, Mobei-Jun doled out this scene like a treat.

In his spank bank imaginings, the whole court was usually there, watching on with envy, impressed and jealous despite themselves, and Airplane was punished and used, or cherished and loved in an equal number of scenarios, but always greedy and desperate and unworthy of whatever he got.

Now, instead of folding him over one of the great arms of the throne and having his way with him, Mobei-Jun had Shang Qinghua in his lap, hands like a vice on his hips and pistoling up and into him, while Shang Qinghua bobs up and down on his cock like a rag doll being taken for a ride.

Airplane is going crazy from it.

“Don’t come,” Mobei-Jun growls from behind him, fucking into him deeper and deeper. “Don’t you–”

“I won’t,” Airplane whines, “I won’t, I won’t, I won’t.”

Mobei-Jun answers by biting his shoulder and pulling up Shang Qinghua’s legs so each one is hanging over a different arm of his ice palace throne, leaving Shang Qinghua spread and gapping and holy shit Airplane is glad that he stretched before this because Mobei-Jun pulls his torso tight against his own and just pushes and pushes and fucking pushes until he’s deep and Shang Qinghua is so fucking full that he’s wailing loud enough that he hopes the fucking guards outside can hear him and be impressed and jealous enough to replace a whole room full of imagined onlookers.

“Fuck,” Airplane squeaks out when Mobei-Jun holds there, holding him, and Airplane thinks he hears a catch in Mobei-Jun’s breathing that might as well be an earth shattering moan coming from his king.

“Ah, ahhhhhh,” Airplane gasps as Mobei-Jun starts to move again and his thighs are burning and his throat is raw and his hands are grabbing on to the meat of Mobei-Jun’s thighs to just hang on, hang on, hang on.

One of Mobei-Jun’s claws moves in to start toying with his balls and Shang Qinghua’s head lulls back and his breaths scratch into his lungs in jagged rasps.

He’s so.

He’s so.

When Mobei-Jun’s hand leaves his balls, trailing back up to his abdomen, Airplane lets out a pitiful mew and he almost thinks he feels Mobei-Jun laugh (for all he ever laughs) against his ear and really his king is too cruel.

Airplane pouts and squirms, trying to get that delicious touch back when he needed it.

In return, Mobei-Jun’s claws bite into the tender flesh of Shang Qinghua’s stomach in warning and Airplane hisses reflexively, head snapping back up.

“Be careful,” Airplane pants out. “Careful, careful.”

Mobei-Jun immediately releases him, passing soothing touches to his hips instead. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no,” Airplane reassures him quickly, near delirious from the serious edging Mobei-Jun was treating him to. “Just…”

Mobei-Jun mouths at that place under his ear that makes him see spots, and Airplane comes, untouched, blubbering out, “be careful of the baby.”

Mobei-Jun, seated behind him like a wall of ice with his cock still out, freezes.

[NEW MISSION: Have a Conversation Like a Normal Person. Difficulty level: IMPOSSIBLE]