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Luo Binghe didn't mean to! He really, really didn't intend for this to happen in the first place, let alone become a habit! But! Could one blame him? Especially in the face of temptation.
It started like this.
It was late in the evening when Liu Qingge finally took his leave from the bamboo house. He paused at the door and gave Shen Qingqiu a stern look. "The Solar Flame Squirrels only appear in the early morning. I'll be here at dawn. Be ready or we'll miss them."
His shizun gave a small smile. "This one knows, shidi. I'll be awake and ready at dawn. I promise."
Liu Qingge glared harder. Then he turned to Luo Binghe. "Make sure he actually wakes up on time." He said and left before Luo Binghe could reply.
Shen Qingqiu rolled his eyes fondly. "Pay him no mind, Binghe. This one can manage himself just fine."
Still, Luo Binghe woke up before dawn the following day. He would make his Shizun a light breakfast and a few snacks for his trip down the mountain, and he would be ready if Shizun failed to wake up on time.
Mantou and some sweets from the Shang Hu markets were easy to pack into small boxes while the congee simmered. Luo Binghe added some ginger and vegetables, stirring occasionally as the sky began to lighten. Then lighten some more. Luo Binghe took the pot off the stove. He scooped out a good-sized portion into a bowl. He waited. The sky lightened more. There was no sound from Shizun's room.
Luo Binghe was prepared for this! This was why he was awake to begin with!
He walked over to his Shizun's room and knocked on the door. There was a small shuffling noise. He knocked again. "Shizun? Liu-shishu will be here soon." He paused before adding, "This one made you breakfast."
More shuffling noises, then footsteps approaching the door. The door opened. Luo Binghe froze.
His Shizun stood in nothing more than a thin, white inner robe. His hair was loose, dark ink spilling over his shoulders. He was barefoot. His face was flushed and glowing from sleep. His eyes were dilated and unfocused. "Yes, yes, this one heard you. I'm up, I'm up." He yawned.
Rose petal lips parted to reveal white teeth and a soft pink tongue, glistening with spit. Shen Qingqiu's hand raised to cover his mouth a little too late. Luo Binghe choked.
Shen Qingqiu's eyes snapped to him. "Are you okay? You're not getting sick, are you?"
That same hand, the soft, pale hand that was just touching his lips, moved to feel Binghe's forehead. Luo Binghe felt like he was on fire. He was going to crumble into a pile of ash! Mercy! Mercy!
"This one is fine, Shizun! The congee is still on the stove! This one must go make sure it isn't burned!"
He pivoted and began marching away, ignoring the confused noise from behind him. His steps stuttered for a moment. He was hard! Just that one look, that one touch, and his cock was straining in his pants! He kept walking, trying to appear normal.
Rounding the kitchen door, he sighed in relief. Luo Binghe immediately bent over, groping himself through his pants with a small whimper. His Shizun was too beautiful! Too tempting! He was lucky Binghe was the only one here to see him like- like that! What if another disciple saw? What if another peak lord saw?!
Binghe squeezed himself again and took a deep breath. Shizun would be leaving soon and then he could take care of this problem.
"Binghe?" Shen Qingqiu called from across the house. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"No need to worry, Shizun!" He replied, and made the mistake of peaking around the doorframe.
Eyes half-lidded, flushed, eyebrows pinched together-!
His cock throbbed. The slight friction from his clothes sent lightning coursing through him. He was going to come in his pants!
Luo Binghe scrambled. Shaky hands ripped at his belt, threw apart his robes. He shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, rock-hard and already leaking at the tip. Luo Binghe bit his lip. He grasped his member and shuddered. His hand barely covered half of his length, fingertips not even touching where they were wrapped around his girth. He gave a few quick strokes before moaning and leaning over, bracing himself on the kitchen counter.
He had to be quick! Shizun couldn't catch him like this! He would be so angry and would yell at him, hit him with his fan, punish him- fuck. He squeezed his eyes shut.
He stroked himself faster. His thumb swiped the precum from his tip, smearing it along his length, adding just the slightest bit of lubrication as he set a brutal pace. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself from making any noise. Faster and faster, teasing the tip, squeezing at the head-
He lasted an embarrassingly short amount of time.
Heat quickly pooled and overflowed in his belly before snapping. His balls drew tight as the orgasm hit him. Rope after rope of cum shot from his dick, waves of pleasure coursing through him.
It took him a minute to regain control and open his eyes.
His stomach sank.
Ropes of semen covered Shizun's bowl of congee, looking like some kind of drizzled sauce. Luo Binghe didn't have time to make something fresh! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
"Binghe? Would you like help in the kitchen?"
Binghe's softening cock twitched again at the implication. He glared at it. "No, Shizun! This one is almost done!"
Done, alright! In his panic, Luo Binghe didn't think. He grabbed a spoon and quickly stirred the congee. There! It looks fine! No one can tell!
He quickly fixed up his robes before grabbing the bowl and marching to his doom.
Shen Qingqiu was sitting at the main table, now dressed and looking proper. He was in the middle of pouring his own tea. Luo Binghe froze before speeding over. He placed the bowl of congee in front of Shen Qingqiu before grabbing at the teapot. "Shizun shouldn't trouble himself! Allow this one to pour you some tea."
His Shizun stared at him before sighing. "This old master is perfectly capable, Binghe. Pouring my tea, making my food, cleaning my home. What is this one supposed to do when Binghe leaves the nest, ah?"
Luo Binghe bit back his reflexive 'This one will never leave Shizun!' and laughed. "This one is happy to serve Shizun as long as he'll have me."
Shen Qingqiu smiled and patted his head. Luo Binghe flushed. "Such a good boy." Shizun said, before grabbing the spoon from the bowl, lifting it to his mouth, and-
Luo Binghe keened. He felt his face go from blushing to bright red in an instant as his Shizun's perfect lips wrapped around the spoon, taking in and swallowing the congee. The congee with copious amounts of Binghe's seed.
Shen Qingqiu paused. He set down the spoon. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"Just fine." He squeaked.
Shen Qingqiu gave a doubtful hum but continued eating. If Binghe wanted to be stubborn, that was on him.
Luo Binghe sat in a hell of his own making. He was going to combust! He was going to qi deviate! He was going to vomit blood!!! He had to escape! Somebody save him!
He didn't move an inch. He sat perfectly still and watched with rapt attention as Shen Qingqiu continued to eat the bowl of congee, none the wiser, and the sun continued to rise.
Just as the clouds turned pink and the sun broke through the horizon, his Shizun finished his breakfast. He spent a moment scraping out the bottom of the bowl and licking the spoon clean before a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
Liu Qingge entered. "Are you ready?"
Shen Qingqiu sighed. "So impatient. Why not sit and have a cup of tea before we leave, Liu-shidi?"
Liu Qingge glared. "You wanted to see the squirrels. If we wait too long, we'll miss them. Let's go."
Shen Qingqiu sighed again. "Fine, fine. Let me grab my things." He stood and walked into his bedroom. Liu Qingge turned to Luo Binghe.
"Thank you. For making sure he woke up on time, for once."
"Mm." Luo Binghe responded eloquently.
Liu Qingge's eyes scanned him. Luo Binghe did not look in his direction. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing."
His shishu grunted. Shen Qingqiu returned. "Alright, shidi, I'm ready now. Let's go."
"There's something wrong with your disciple."
Shen Qingqiu hummed. "Yes. He isn't feeling well but he swears that he's fine. Doesn't that sound like someone we know, Liu-shidi?"
Oblivious, Liu Qingge responded, confused, "No?"
His Shizun smiled, glancing between both of them with fond exasperation. "Luo Binghe. Take the day to rest. If you feel any worse, go see your Mu-shishu. There is no honor in suffering needlessly, okay? This master will be back in the evening."
"Mm."
With one last look, Shen Qingqiu motioned Liu Qingge out the door. Luo Binghe can just barely hear them chatting as they walk down the stone path. The last thing he hears is Liu Qingge saying, "You'll ride on my sword," before everything goes quiet.
Luo Binghe has his cock in his hand in a moment, jerking himself off for the second time in less than an hour.
He catches his seed in Shizun's empty bowl this time and tells himself that it's only to prevent more cleanup.
-
This created a new problem. A few days later, when Shen Qingqiu returned home and Luo Binghe prepares his breakfast again, he can't stop thinking about it.
His Shizun was sat in the other room. He was just beginning to work on grading papers while Binghe worked in the kitchen.
Binghe stood in front of the stove, stirring the rice slowly, and tried to ignore his pulsing cock. The pot in front of him bubbled away.
He tried not to think about his Shizun. How bleary and tantalizing he had looked the other morning. How he had eaten the congee, mixed with Binghe's cum, none the wiser. He had even scraped the bowl clean! And lapped at the spoon like- like some kind of succubus.
Wait. Was Shizun part-succubus? It would certainly explain things! His beauty, the temptation! The fact that almost everyone on the peak was at least attracted to him, if not in love with him! His sympathetic views and interest in demons!
Luo Binghe remembered the illustration of succubi in one of their textbooks on demons. Painted lips, elaborate huadians, revealing clothes. He imagined Shen Qingqiu dressed like that, his body on display, his eyes half-lidded seductively. Precum leaked from his tip and Luo Binghe bit his lip. He kept stirring the rice.
Don't think about it, don't think about it.
Luo Binghe didn't remember how it happened, exactly, but when he came to, his cock was already softening in his hand, cum bubbling away on top of the rice, the rice that is burning-!
He yanked the pot from the fire before backing away. His body was trembling. Aftershocks of an orgasm coursed through him.
He bit back a wail. Tears sprang to his eyes. He had ruined another batch of congee! There wasn't enough time for him to make more! Shizun had already been waiting for so long! "Fuck!" He hissed quietly.
The sound of brushstrokes in the other room paused. "Binghe?" Shizun called, concerned.
"This one is fine, Shizun! The food will be done in a moment."
Binghe portioned out the congee and sprinkled some green onions on top. Shizun hadn't noticed anything amiss the other day. Surely, this would go unnoticed too. It was fine. It was fine!
He brought the bowl out to Shen Qingqiu, placing it carefully next to the stack of scrolls. His Shizun hummed in acknowledgement, grabbing the spoon and taking a bite without looking. Luo Binghe stared.
Shen Qingqiu paused. "New seasoning?" He asked.
"No, Shizun." Luo Binghe said, then wanted to hit himself. Yes! He should have said yes! Luo Binghe bit his tongue.
Shen Qingqiu looked at the bowl. His eyebrows twitched. "Maybe the green onions are going bad. Make sure you go through our stores in the next few days and clear out anything that looks questionable, okay?"
"Yes, Shizun."
Binghe does look through their food stores that evening, just in case, but he knew that every ingredient was perfectly fine.
Later that night, he masturbated. He made quick work of it, tugging at his cock quickly and biting into his hand. When he finally came, he made sure to catch all of it in his palm. He tasted it. Yes... yes, he could work with that flavor profile.
-
Luo Binghe started waking up earlier. He made sure there was plenty of time for him to masturbate, to collect as much seed as he could and add it to whatever food he was making that day. It only changed his cooking style a little bit. Some more ginger here, a little more honey there. Always softer foods, nothing that could get him caught.
And as time went by, he had to keep waking up earlier and earlier. Each day that took him further away from the throes of puberty increased his stamina exponentially. Just to make things easier, Luo Binghe had started keeping himself half-hard and almost to the edge of orgasm at any opportunity. Who knew when Shizun might ask for a mid-day snack?
It was a good thing that Luo Binghe washed his own laundry.
-
A few weeks later, Luo Binghe and a few other disciples took a trip to Shuang Hu on their day off. The other teens split off at some point. Luo Binghe wandered the market alone, browsing through new sword tassels, fancy guan, and some books. He ended up buying a new hair ribbon for his Shizun, a green so pale that it was almost white, and a yellow book. Luo Binghe would never give the book to him directly, but he would certainly place it in Shizun's 'secret' collection. He was sure he would find his Shizun reading it within the month.
He headed over to the food stalls in the late afternoon. It was when he was passing one of them that he paused.
"The best dairy products in the region! Fresh milk, fresh cheeses, fresh desserts! Anything you could want!" The old man called. He locked eyes with Luo Binghe. "You, young'un, surely you like your sweets? What would you like? Fried milk, double skin milk? A young master like you, I'll even give you a discount!"
Luo Binghe approached the stall. He glanced over the goods, quickly considering and dismissing each item in turn. He paused. He pointed at the small jar. "What's that, xiansheng?"
"Ah, good eye, good eye! Nailao, my own recipe! The most perfect nailao in the region! Light, but creamy! Tangy, but sweet! Light, but-!"
"I'll take it." Luo Binghe interrupted.
He tried to justify the purchase. He wouldn't do anything nefarious; he would simply give the jar to his sweets-loving Shizun and be content with that. He didn't buy the jar of nailao for any other reason.
Luo Binghe ducked into the forest, halfway up Cang Qiong mountain, and disrobed. He was already hard. He opened the jar, using a finger to gather a small dollop, and spread it on his dick. "Fuck."
He palmed at his cock. The creamy white dessert smeared across his skin, shining in the fading sunset, and Luo Binghe whimpered. He stroked himself, squeezing his shaft too hard to be comfortable, thumbing at the head. Shocks of pleasure jolted through him. Anticipation built.
The sun was already gone, darkness blanketing the forest, when Luo Binghe finally came. He shoved the head of his cock into the jar, burying himself in the thick dessert as his balls tightened again and again, pulse after pulse of cum mixing in with the dessert.
It took him a while to catch his breath. He used his inner robe to clean the nailao off his dick and hand. He sealed the jar.
As he continued to climb the mountain, he shook the jar. By the time he reached home, the nailao was well-mixed and looked as good as new.
He watched Shen Qingqiu eat the whole jar that night without looking away once.
-
A year into this habit, Luo Binghe took it a step further. He had been very safe so far. He only mixed his seed into foods with the right flavor palate, the right color, the right texture. Nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing could be found.
He needed more.
He needed his seed to be in every single thing Shizun ate. He tried to collect his seed in a cup, to portion it out over multiple meals, but it did nothing to scratch that itch. Shizun needed a full load for every meal. Luo Binghe needed him to eat a full load for every meal.
It was when Mu Qingfang came to visit that the idea struck him. The other peak lord held out a bag of tea leaves for Shen Qingqiu. "It is a new blend. It may be more bitter than the medicinal teas Shen-shixiong is used to, but it may help reduce how frequently shixiong needs his meridians cleared."
Shen Qingqiu gave a small smile. He fanned himself lightly. "The old blend is working great, Mu-shidi. Already, this one has gone from weekly meetings with Liu-shidi to monthly. There is no need for you to worry yourself."
Mu Qingfang set the bag of tea leaves on the table and pushed them forward. "This one can't help it. I'm a doctor. I will always try to improve treatment. If Shen-shixiong is truly happy with how things are, this one will not pressure you. But I do think this might work wonders."
Shen Qingqiu sighed. "Alright." He said. "You said it was more bitter?"
"A little, yes."
His Shizun frowned. He didn't like bitter things. Luo Binghe glared at the back of Mu-shishu's head. That quack doctor should know that! Why would he make Shizun's medical care even more unpleasant?!
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to speak, but Mu Qingfang cut him off, "Before you ask, no, you cannot mix this one with sweeteners either. No sugar, no honey, no nectar, no syrups."
"Perhaps some fruit juice?" Shen Qingqiu asked, his voice just barely edged in desperation.
"No, shixiong. No sweeteners of any kind." Mu Qingfang stressed. "It is only one pot of tea in the morning, then Shen-shixiong can eat anything else his heart desires."
Shen Qingqiu raised his fan to his face, waving it in dismissal. "Fine, fine." Luo Binghe knew he was frowning behind the folded paper. "This one will try the new blend. If I do not notice a difference when I run out of this batch, we will go back to the old blend. Okay, Mu-shidi?"
Mu Qingfang smiled. His eyes softened. "As Shen-shixiong says."
Luo Binghe glared a little harder.
The next morning, he prepared the new tea and instantly knew that Shen Qingqiu would hate it. Even the smell is an affront to Binghe's nose. A little more bitter, his ass!
However... this degree of bitterness... it would mask...
No.
Mu Qingfang had said not to mix it with anything.
But that wasn't right, was it? Mu Qingfang had said not to mix it with any sweeteners.
Luo Binghe turned his head slightly. He could hear Shizun still getting ready in the bedroom. There was time. He quickly freed his half-hard cock and got to work.
He was getting better at keeping himself at the edge, of making sure he was always ready. It only took a few minutes for him to come with a low groan, watching as a few spoonfuls worth of seed shot into the teapot, curling around in the hot liquid. Luo Binghe made sure to squeeze harder on the last few strokes, pinching his tip and getting every last drop into the tea.
He gave the pot a few swirls. His seed quickly diffused.
Luo Binghe tucked himself back into his pants and carried the tea tray to the main room. Like clockwork, his Shizun emerged from the bedroom a few moments later. He sat at the table.
Shen Qingqiu's nose twitched.
"If Shizun would prefer, this one can make a fresh pot of the old tea. There is still plenty left."
His Shizun sighed. "Don't bother. I said I would give it a try, didn't I? I have to keep to my word."
Luo Binghe poured him a cup of tea. He watched as Shen Qingqiu raised it to his lips, eyebrows twitching as he inhaled the steam, and drank. His lips thinned. His jaw clenched. He hated it.
Luo Binghe felt bad that his Shizun was forced to drink such a bitter and terrible tea. But on the other hand, he couldn't help but feel grateful that the overwhelming flavor had allowed him to feed his Shizun more of his seed without fear.
When Shen Qingqiu finished the first cup, Luo Binghe poured another. Then another, until the whole pot was empty. Luo Binghe collected the dishes and stood. "This one will bring out some food to cleanse Shizun's palate."
His Shizun smiled gratefully. "What would I do without you, ah? Thank you."
Luo Binghe quickly fried up some of the cong you bing dough from yesterday, mixed with plenty of seed, of course, and helped his Shizun chase that awful taste out of his mouth.
-
After a month of drinking this new tea, Mu Qingfang declared that his meridians were the clearest they had ever been and that Liu Qingge would only have to clear his meridians every three months. Shen Qingqiu noticed that, for some reason, Liu Qingge almost looked disappointed at this.
Ah, Liu-shidi, didn't we repair our relationship? Do you still hate me so much that you want Without-A-Cure to ruin my cultivation? He thought.
Still. This tea truly was a miracle! As bad as it tasted, Shen Qingqiu would keep drinking it every morning.
-
The following year, Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe into the Endless Abyss.
A few weeks later, he experienced his first Without-A-Cure flare-up in years. The medicinal teas, both the old and new blends, stopped working. Mu Qingfang had no idea why and was crushed.
Liu Qingge seemed both happy to be useful again, visiting Shen Qingqiu every week, and miserable that his health had taken a turn for the worse.
Still, the pair did everything in their power to help Shen Qingqiu become healthy again, both physically and mentally.
-
Marriage suited him, Shen Qingqiu decided. He had never considered marriage, not in his old life and definitely not in this world. After all, every beautiful woman was already spoken for! But somehow, the Binghe of this world had chosen him as a spouse! And maybe Shen Qingqiu wasn't gay, but he could recognize a good deal when he saw one.
Luo Binghe was the most powerful, most handsome person in the world. He was protective. He paid for everything. He cooked, he cleaned, he doted on Shen Qingqiu. The sex, after a little practice, was mindblowing. His health had never been better too.
Perhaps his perspective was skewed after years of suffering, but he felt even better than he had before he was poisoned with Without-A-Cure! Shen Qinqiu chalked it up to Binghe's heavenly pillar and a stress-free lifestyle. Until.
Shen Qingqiu stood in the doorway. His mouth hung open as he took in the scene before him.
Luo Binghe leaned over the table, bracing himself with one arm as the other worked his cock. The tip hovered just over the steaming teapot. Luo Binghe's head snapped to the door in surprise. He locked eyes with Shen Qingqiu.
He came with a loud groan, straight into the teapot.
Shen Qingqiu's face was on fire. It wasn't often that he was at a loss for words, but this-! He didn't even grab his fan this morning, how was he supposed to hide his face?! "Y-y-you... Binghe... Luo Binghe!"
It did make him feel a little better that Luo Binghe seemed equally red in the face. The half-demon backed away from the table, arms raised. "Shizun! This one- this isn't what it looks like!"
Isn't what it looks like?! This master just saw you come in his tea!!! The steam wafted through the room. Shen Qinqiu caught its scent. His favorite tea, no less!!! He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and demanded, "Explain."
Luo Binghe rushed across the room, crumbling in front of his Shizun and burying his head in his Shizun's skirts. "This lowly one was only trying to help! This one knows that dual cultivation with a heavenly demon can cure many ailments and thought that it might give- it might give an extra boost to Shizun's health! Please, please don't be mad!"
Shen Qingqiu flustered. We papapa at least twice a day! Binghe!!! What extra boost?! And why do you sound like you're crying?! He took another breath, measuring each word carefully before he spoke, "I think our dual cultivation, as it stands, is sufficient to maintain this master's health. Besides, Binghe doing this, without this one's explicit knowledge or permission, is- is- well, it's a good thing this master caught you the first time."
Luo Binghe glanced up at him with wide, teary eyes, before quickly glancing to the side, eyebrows twitching. Shen Qingqiu tensed. "This is the first time, right?"
The demon at his feet whimpered. His fingers twisted in Shen Qingqiu's skirts. "Please, please don't be mad. This one is sorry! It was for Shizun's health!"
Shen Qingqiu sputtered. "Binghe!" He cried, "How many times?!" A mumble. "Speak up! How many times have you done this?"
"This husband has lost count." Luo Binghe said. He had never counted in the first place; there was no point. Once he had started, he never intended to stop.
"How long has this been going on?" Luo Binghe once again glanced at him and glanced away. His eyes bore holes into the far wall. "Answer me."
The demon took a deep breath. "Since this one was still a disciple on Qing Jing."
Shen Qingqiu's whole body felt hot, then cold, then hot again. His mind was blue-screening! His white lotus! There was no way! Yet, why else would Binghe look so guilty? Why would he lie about this?
Luo Binghe glanced at him again, saw his eyes hardening, and scrambled. He pressed his forehead against Shen Qingqiu's thighs, grasping at his robes. He sobbed, "Please don't be mad at me! It was for Shizun's health!"
You didn't even know you were a Heavenly Demon, just who are you trying to fool?! Shen Qingqiu thought.
His husband continued, "I'm sorry, I should have told Shizun as soon as we got married! Please forgive me, Shizun. Husband. Forgive me." Another bashful glance up, then to the side. Tears streaked down his face, eyes red and swollen.
On instinct, Shen Qingqiu patted Binghe's head. He scratched at his scalp. After a minute of silence, he murmured, "Alright, alright. Enough crying. You're too old to be like this, aren't you? Stand up, stand up." He guided Binghe to his feet, hands resting on his shoulders. "This one isn't... mad. At you."
Luo Binghe's tears were gone in an instant. He smiled. "You're not?"
Don't look like that, Binghe! It'll look like you were faking! "I can never be mad at Binghe." Shen Qingqiu said.
His husband brightened. "It's okay if I keep doing it?"
Shen Qingqiu frowned.
"Please, husband? It's for your health!" Luo Binghe pleaded, before leaning in. "Besides, Shizun has already been eating this one's cum for so long."
Shen Qingqiu flushed. Don't say that, ah! I'm going to melt into the floor here!
"This master doesn't think..."
More tears welled up in Binghe's eyes. His lip wobbled. "This lowly disciple just wants to take care of his Shizun, like his Shizun has taken such good care of him. Please, allow this one to take care of you."
Shen Qingqiu's resolve crumbled. He bit his lip and nodded.
Over the next few days, it became routine for him to watch Binghe masturbate into his morning tea. Each meal Binghe brought him now had a pearlescent liquid drizzled on top. Luo Binghe would serve him each dish and sit across from him, watching intently as he always did. Shen Qingqiu would eat each dish as he always did, carefully avoiding looking at his husband, heat pooling in his belly.
-
Shen Qingqiu woke up slowly. He rolled over in bed and opened his eyes. Luo Binghe was already awake, seated at the low table by the bed and beginning the process of preparing his husband's tea. Shen Qingqiu watched quietly.
Luo Binghe looked up at him. He smiled. "Good morning, Shizun."
Shen Qingqiu grunted. He sat up, pulling the blankets around him.
His husband dropped some tea leaves into the pot. He shifted slightly, freeing his cock from his inner robe and stroking it a few times. Shen Qingqiu's eyes locked on. He wet his lips.
He would never, ever admit it out loud, but this was quickly becoming his favorite way to start his mornings.
"Does my husband like what he sees?" Luo Binghe purred. He stroked himself even faster. Shen Qingqiu could see the way his fingers tightened towards the head, thumb tracing from frenulum to slit. Beads of precum quickly started forming. Binghe swiped away each drop, using it to lubricate himself as his strokes became faster.
Shen Qingqiu gave another quiet, noncommital grunt as he stared.
Each stroke made Luo Binghe's cock more swollen, more flushed, more shining. The sounds became wetter as more precum leaked from the tip. Luo Binghe groaned. "My perfect husband, always eager for my seed."
Said husband flushed. "Don't talk nonsense!" He bit, tucking his chin under his blanket and glaring. Stop talking like you're in a bad porno! He thought, firmly ignoring the way his own cock twitched at those words.
"Sorry, Shizun! Please forgive this disciple. He's preparing your breakfast now, see?" Luo Binghe moaned, arching himself to give Shen Qingqiu a better view. A few more minutes passed by, wet sounds and panting filling the air as Luo Binghe thrust into his own hand. "I'm close, Shizun. So close, so close. Can I come, Shizun? Please, let this one sweeten your tea."
Shen Qingqiu's jaw clenched as his face burned. He didn't respond, didn't think he could find his voice at the moment. Luo Binghe's hips stuttered a few times.
"Please, Shizun, this disciple can't come without permission!" He whined.
What do you mean?! You come all the time! Multiple times a day! Since when did you need permission!
Shen Qingqiu still didn't respond. He kept watching.
Luo Binghe's thrusts became more and more erratic, his panting turning into soft, desperate chanting. "Please, please, please!"
Was Binghe really going to hold out until Shen Qingqiu gave him permission? He bit his lip. Voice surprisingly steady, he commanded, "Binghe may come."
His husband moaned. Instead of leaning over the teapot as he usually did, his free hand scrambled to grab a teacup, cum spurting against the green-glazed porcelain. His orgasm lasted a few long seconds as his seed slowly filled the cup. He used the lip of the cup to scoop up the last bit of cum clinging to the head of his cock before setting it down and catching his breath.
Luo Binghe casually tucked his dick back into his pants. He lifted the lid of the teapot to check on the tea before nodding to himself and pouring it into the used cup. He stood and brought the cup over to Shen Qingqiu, holding it out with a small smile.
Shen Qingqiu blinked at him. He looked at the cup. The contents were half white tea, half semen. Way more concentrated than when Luo Binghe came in the whole pot. And this wasn't even mixed, what the hell!!!
Luo Binghe's smile grew. "Does Shizun not want his morning tea?"
His fingers twitched. He hesitated only a moment longer before taking the cup from Binghe's hands. He gave it a swirl, mixing it just slightly, before he locked eyes with his husband and downed the contents in one go.
The odd mix of textures and flavors coated his tongue. Thick and watery. Bitter and sweet. He swallowed. He pushed the cup back towards Binghe. Binghe walked back to the table, filling the cup a second time before returning to the bed.
Shen Qingqiu sipped the contents slower this time. "Binghe will come in the pot only, from now on. This master won't have him concentrating his seed into just one cup. Do you understand?"
Luo Binghe stared before his smile turned sharp. "This one understands. It was selfish of Binghe to make him take it all at once. He's honored that Shizun wants to savor his taste through each cup."
Embarrassment flooded through Shen Qingqiu. That's not what I meant! I just want it diluted in the tea, not taking shots of it! Don't misinterpret me!
Still, he did not correct Luo Binghe's statement. He simply held out the empty cup and waited for Binghe to bring him another.