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If you had asked Liu Qingge a year ago whether or not he would be fucking his best friend’s husband’s father, he likely would have denied it with a violent fury. If you asked him today, he would probably still instinctively respond with a violet fury, but, well… he couldn’t really deny it now.
Tianlang-jun had already fucked him within an inch of his life three times tonight and still he was just as hard as when they’d started the night. “Once more?” He murmurs quietly, gently rocking his hips to shove himself impossibly deeper again and sloshing around the liquid he’s already deposited into Liu Qingge’s well-used hole. “We do have to make sure it takes,” it’s a tease and he knows it, but the words still somehow force a whimper out of his hoarse throat and cause an involuntary squeeze around the cock still buried in his guts.
“Shut. Up.”
“Oh, but my Qingge likes this, doesn’t he?” Tianlang-jun practically purrs, one of his ridiculously huge hands coming down to pet over his stomach, the claws just barely brushing over his overly sensitive dick. His overly sensitive dick that has betrayed him and decided to get half-hard again. He can’t say it out loud, but he’s sure Tianlang-jun has received his answer in the form of the high pitched whine that drags out of his throat when he draws back just enough to brush over his prostate. “You’d look so perfect round with my child.”
If he doesn’t just shut up—
All thoughts are suddenly and decisively knocked out of his head when the hand petting over his belly reaches up to wrap around his neck and haul him up until his back is bowed out in an arch and his cheek rests against one of Tianlang-jun’s sweaty shoulders. “My Qingge doesn’t have to worry. I’ll give him what he wants.” His breath hitches involuntarily as Tianlang-jun starts up his steady pace again, in and out, in and out.
He can feel the way that some of Tianlang-jun’s cum slips out of him everytime he pulls back to thrust back in, can feel the way it stains both his balls and the reddened skin of his inner thighs where Tianlang-jun had gripped him just this side of too tight— but fuck , it does feel good. Embarrassment and pleasure blur together with the hypersensitivity and he feels distinctly like he’s losing his mind.
He knows that he’s moaning and panting in equal measures, gripping hard at the arm that crosses his torso to hold onto his neck, but he can’t really bring himself to feel the same level of shame he might have been expected to exhibit— he’s been too well fucked out at this point and he can only focus on how good Tianlang-jun’s cock feels dragging along his sensitive walls. A cool tongue licks a long stripe up the side of his neck to force another half-aborted whimper from his lips, twisting his head as far to the side as he can in Tianlang-jun’s hold. “Please, please, please—” His voice doesn’t sound like it even belongs to him anymore, but he can’t bring himself to care when he hears husky laughter next to his ear followed by sharp teeth nibbling at the tip of it.
“It’s alright,” Tianlang-jun soothes breathily. “I’ll breed you full again. Do you want that?”
He can’t bring himself to say the word yes, but the full body shudder it drags out of his body speaks for him. Tongue and teeth are back against his neck and pinpricks of needle-sharp claws sting against the underside of his chin.
It doesn’t take much longer for Tianlang-jun’s steady pace to pick up speed and power. Liu Qingge finds himself shoved back down into the bed too tired to even hold up his upper half with his arms. He’s close and he knows Tianlang-jun is too if his wilder grunts are anything to go by from past experience. “Let me feel you come.” And then there’s a hand wrapped around his length and he can’t do anything other than weakly rut into the circle of Tianlang-jun’s fingers, chasing orgasm—
He nearly blacks out when orgasm does crash over him. He clenches down harshly around the cock still fucking into him and can only sigh in satisfaction when Tianlang-jun finally spends inside of him for what he hopes is the final time of the night.
Harsh panting fills the musky air of his bedroom as he tries to get his heart rate back under control, Tianlang-jun’s body coming to lay his front across Liu Qingge’s back and pressing him even further into the bed. He always feels somewhat floaty after they’ve done this— well-used and utterly satisfied.
He doesn’t flinch when Tianlang-jun finally drags his softening cock out of his body, but it’s a near thing. “Come here,” Tianlang-jun mutters as he peels his boneless body off of the bed sheets to drape it over himself. Liu Qingge can only bring himself to weakly hit his shoulder in a token amount of protest. Contrary to popular belief, Liu Qingge does like cuddling. He doesn’t necessarily like it as much when he’s covered in sweat and leaking cum out of his ass, but Tianlang-jun always insisted on a certain amount of it before he’d move them to bathe. “Such a good boy for me,” is breathed into the top of his hair with a lingering kiss and suddenly he can excuse the gross mess of tangled limbs he’s found himself piled into.
Sleep is always easy to find when he’s this warm and sated and it’s no different this night.
When he finds himself awake again, it’s to the sound of his front door opening and closing. He’s still a little out of it, pressing his face deeper into the cleavage of Tianlang-jun’s pecs to block out the light that spills in from the window.
He can feel it when Tianlang-jun lifts a strand of his hair to twirl around his finger. It feels nice and he huffs out a hot breath, pressing a soft kiss to the top of the man’s tits in retaliation. How dare he think he can make Liu Qingge feel so nice with nothing in return?
“Shidi?” He hears and it’s with a mounting sense of dread that he realizes his door opened and Tianlang-jun is still in his bed.
He doesn’t even have enough time to push himself up from his resting place in between Tianlang-jun’s pecs before he’s faced with Shen Qinqqiu standing in his doorway, completely red in the face. He’s so flustered, he seems to have completely forgotten his fan is in his hand to hide his face with.
Liu Qingge feels his own cheeks fill with blood as well, opening his mouth to speak, before Tianlang-jun interrupts that attempt by dragging him back down and pulling the blanket a little bit higher over their naked waists. Deliriously, Liu Qingge thinks that perhaps he doesn’t want Shen Qinqqiu to see him naked. The thought is properly beat down as soon as he’s had it though— it was utterly ridiculous. “What can we do for Peak Lord Shen, hm?”
“I didn’t- I thought I would just find Liu-shidi! That is, you’re both adults, so this is fine , but I just didn’t know that you two would, uh, be so… so familiar with one another… I just came to find shidi!” Shen Qinqqiu's explanation is laughably terrible, but Liu Qingge feels about the same as how he sounds.
“And what did you want my Qingge for?” He can feel Tianlang-jun’s hand sneaking down to palm at his ass cheek under the covers and only barely keeps himself from spluttering to draw attention to it.
“Shut up,” He finally finds his voice, narrowing his eyes into a fierce glare. Tianlang-jun only smiles and continues on as if Liu Qingge were just a fussy kitten and not the Bai Zhan War God. “We’ll talk, Shen Qinqqiu.” Another squeeze at the fat of his ass has him ready to deck the former demon lord in the face before he tacks on as an afterthought, “Later.”
“Right! Right, right! I’ll just be… leaving… Come see me at the bamboo house after you’re, uh, done!” Shen Qinqqiu practically squeaks before he’s out the door in a flurry of green robes and pink cheeks.
He waits two seconds after he hears his front door close before he whips his anger around to the demon beneath him. “Do you have to be so utterly insatiable? ”
“Always, for you,” Is the only warning he gets before Tianlang-jun shoves his (impressively) already hard cock right back into his abused ass. Liu Qingge finds that he’s not as mad about it as he should be.