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Is it truly so repellent a thing, to be part heavenly demon? Binghe wondered, trudging through a plain of long, spiky red grass in the Endless Abyss. The thick, smoke-cured beast hides tied to his calves with braided cords of sinew thankfully protected his legs from the razor-sharp grasses that thirsted for his blood to water their roots.
Why are we not to be spoken of in the same breath as other demons? More tolerable ones. What made you decide I was unredeemable? I’m part human too, Shizun! Why wouldn’t you give me a chance to prove myself? You can’t say I’d be cruel just because of my heritage, since I’m such a rare combination! I’m unique in this world!
Up ahead he spotted a break in the monotonous red grassy plain – a meadow full of pink lilies. Right in the middle of the clearing some idiotic humanoid demon in bedraggled scraps of soiled clothing was standing right on top of dangerous blossoms which released more puffs of pollen as it crushed them underfoot. It staggered drunkenly towards a small pond of water in the midst of the sparkling flowers.
Idiot. Don’t all demons know that pink or red lilies are never to be trusted? he thought scornfully. Shizun taught me that, when he drilled me on plants of the Demon Realms. He’s right in the middle of ‘pa-pa-pa’ plants. The water’s not worth it; blood can keep you hydrated more safely in the Abyss than water.
The dark-haired filth-covered demon seemed to disagree with his unheard assessment, and scooped up some water with his hands to drink frantically as if slaking a desperate thirst. Then he dunked his pollen-covered head in the water and scrubbed at his head underwater for a while before lifting it out.
He was facing away, and Binghe couldn’t get a good look at him, but there were no obvious worrying signs like horns, a spiked tail, or violet hair that might indicate he was a dangerous species. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be a threat. Nothing in the Endless Abyss was truly safe.
Binghe readied his improvised sword he’d painstakingly fashioned from a sharpened femur of a Lava Elk. That fool was covered in pollen from Rosy Blush Fritillaries, if he was correct in his flower identification. The stranger was going to have to fuck someone in the next day or risk a crippling qi deviation that may possibly kill him. And unless the demon was sexually attracted to Steel Spiked Leopards or Weed-scaled Antelopes, he himself was going to look very tempting soon. His grip tightened on his sword.
It was possible – unlikely but possible – that the demon was friendly and civilised, however. Most humanoid demons were, to a greater or lesser degree. He’d encountered a couple of lonely humanoid demonesses (and one naga) in the Abyss who’d wanted to seduce and use him in return for assisting him with supplies or information. He’d bargained for mutual assistance where possible, rebuffed all attempts at seduction, and battled sentient demons only when necessary.
I might be half-demon but I’m not a dangerous monster, Shizun! I will prove it to you! I only kill when I have to. When I do, though, I won’t hesitate. Which I might have to soon. I won’t let some beast take my virginity that I’m saving for you, Shizun. Should you want it. Should you ever accept me in any capacity I’ll be happy just to return to your side.
He put down his leather sack of belongings down on the ground and limbered up, stretching and giving his sword a few practice swings.
“I want to make it clear from the outset,” he called out loudly to the strange demon, “before the pollen takes full effect and your mind goes, that I don’t consent to dual cultivation with you. However, I might be willing to guard you through your heat for the next day or two in exchange… for…”
He stuttered to a halt as the bedraggled demon in bloodstained ruined robes turned around to face him. They both looked equally shocked.
“Why do you have my face?” they asked simultaneously.
“Are you some kind of mimic?” the other asked.
At the exact same moment, he asked it, “Are you a Jade Kitsune or an Abyssal Diamond Chameleon?”
Huh. “Well, you’re not a chameleon then, it would have echoed only what I said or thought,” Binghe concluded. “I would think a kitsune would want to look cleaner, they’re mischievous but vain creatures, so I’m not sure you’re that either.”
“No, I’m neither of those things,” the other said, swaying in place as water dripped down his mostly-clean face to carve clean rivulets in the filth-covered skin of his chest. “I’m a heavenly demon. Well, half-demon. I suspect one of my parents might have been human. My name’s Luo Binghe.”
“So is mine,” he said, astonished. “You’re not… you’re not a brother, or something? I was set adrift on the River Luo in a basket, and adopted by a washerwoman. Do you… did you grow up with our parents? No, that can’t be… how would our name be the same?”
“My mother was Zhou Shu as well,” the other replied, giving his – their – adoptive mother’s name correctly. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking? That somehow, we’re the same person?”
“Or you’re a good mimic; some species I haven’t heard of,” he replied, uncertain. “You’d better scrub off all that pollen, then get out of that flower patch via those rocks.”
“Maybe you’re a mimic,” the other Binghe said, but obediently lowered himself into the small pool and started scrubbing himself clean. “Because I’m certainly not.”
“If I was a mimic, which I’m not, obviously I would appear to be dressed in rags like you are. I haven’t heard of any species that only partially copy you,” Binghe replied.
“The grass around the rocks will cut me to ribbons,” the other Binghe said hesitantly, as he emerged dripping wet from the little pond but thankfully clear of pollen and a lot of dried blood and smears of viscera.
Binghe snorted in reply. “It’s less dangerous than the lilies, trust me. You’ll heal.”
“When my Shizun took me into the sect, he dumped tea on my head,” the other said. “Shen Qingqiu was always a cruel man, but I never expected he hated me so much that he would push me into the Endless Abyss. Is that what happened to you? Are our memories all the same? Because I’m wondering if a qi deviation split us into two while I slept.”
“He pushed me down here too,” he admitted, as his copy picked and bled his way across some rocky ground free from flowers but covered in Blood Razor Grass. He rummaged in his bag and retrieved some spare cured leather he used as a sleeping mat, and set it down to one side, returning his grip to his sword. His other self, should he continue to be peaceful, could really use some improvised clothing and armor. Didn’t he learn anything on night hunts?
“My Shizun certainly wasn’t always cruel though. He changed his ways, and took me under his wing, and into his home. He taught me a lot about demonic plants and animals, and sent me on many night hunts with Bai Zhan disciples. Didn’t you learn how to cure leather? Why are you only wearing ruined robes when there’s so many better opportunities to outfit yourself?”
His copy didn’t even have a sharpened bone sword – he was only armed with a lumpy femur bone that he was probably using like a club.
Stumbling across the rocks with blood dripping down his legs to stain his briefly clean bare feet red again, his copy finally reached where he waited.
He’s shorter than me, by a couple of inches. Why is he shorter? No mimic would make a mistake like that. His face though, it’s identical to mine. No, it’s a little leaner. He’s positively scrawny!
The other Luo Binghe was drinking in his features as well, and looked him up and down with a hungry gaze as the pollen started to take effect. He was clearly fighting off its effects as well as he could, though, for which he was thankful.
“My Shizun was never so kind. The only help I received from him was learning that anything you want in this world you have to seize for yourself,” he said bitterly. “Bai Zhan disciples were my tormentors – just like everyone else was, even Ning Yingying by accident at times – I had no allies. I was never permitted to go on any night hunts. They said my cultivation wasn’t good enough, and that I’d missed too many classes. The swordsmanship I learnt was thanks to Ning Yingying and a couple of stolen manuals.”
His face welled up with tears, and Binghe suddenly understood why his manipulations of his own Shizun were so effective; the urge to comfort his adorably teary other self was completely irresistible. If this was a trap it was going to work.
“Didi, I’m so sorry,” he said, sheathing his sword and reaching out his arms for a hug just like Shizun would do for him. “It didn’t have to be like that. You didn’t deserve that. Shizun apologised to me for his cruelty, and taught me well. We deserved kindness, and lessons, and proper food.”
The other Binghe threw himself into his grasp, clutching at him desperately as he cried. “Gege, why was my Shizun so cruel, and you got a kind Shizun?! It’s not fair!”
“Kind for a time,” he replied bitterly, hugging his Bing-di to his chest. “Perhaps it is crueller to experience such love and care and then have it betrayed, than to never expect kindness in the first place.”
The other shook his head, his face rubbing against where it was buried in Binghe’s shoulder. “But your Shizun taught you and prepared you; you know how to fight, how to identify beasts and flowers, how to make your own armour. I know none of that! And if your Shizun changed once, he could change back again. You have known a caring teacher, and you have hope, but for me there was nothing but constant rejection and abuse.”
He pulled his head up and stared furiously at Binghe, startlingly close. “Don’t you dare say you had it worse than I did!”
“You’re right, didi, and wiser than I am. You had it worse. And I do have hope; perhaps it was just a momentary qi deviation or a resurgence of old memories that had him acting so cruelly! He could change back again. If we get out of here – when we get out of here – you can come with me. Shizun should be kind to you as well, and if he rejects us both, well… at least we’ll have each other. I don’t understand how or why there’s two of us, but isn’t it a bit like having a brother? Like family? And family – of blood or of the heart – sticks together.”
“Gege,” the other murmured roughly, his eyes starry as a grin dawned on his face. “Yes, we’ll stay together.” He leant in close and crashed their lips together, a vicious, hungry kind of kiss that cut both their lips on their sharp canine teeth. Their blood intermingled as Bing-di’s tongue delved into his mouth.
Crap, I forgot about the Rosy Blush Fritillary pollen!
“Stop that!” he ordered roughly.
“But I need to… I have to,” his didi moaned, rutting his hard cock against Binghe’s thigh and hip. It felt as big as his own did, a hot pressure thrusting against his leg, hard as a rock.
He mouthed wetly at Binghe’s neck, and Binghe shivered at the new sensation that left his skin aflame and made his heart stutter, skipping a beat. Bing-di sucked bruises into his skin that made his own cock twitch in interest, then bit hungrily at his shoulder.
“Gege, I think that pollen was an aphrodisiac. A bad one,” Bing-di murmured, pausing for a moment to lick the blood off his lips. He leant his head tiredly against Binghe’s shoulder. “It’s hard to stop.”
“Yes, I know that fritillary, and it certainly was an aphrodisiac, but you should survive it,” he said cautiously. “Can you… stop, please? Without me making you?” He didn’t want to hurt him.
“I… I can try,” he said, reluctantly dragging himself from Binghe’s arms. He took a step back, and whined as the Blood Razor Grass sliced into his feet and legs. “You say I ‘should’ survive, like it’s not a certain thing.”
“Um.” Binghe shoved the leather bedroll back into this bag.
There’s no time to fashion any clothes or shoes, and Bing-di is likely to lose control again soon. This isn’t a safe place to get distracted in, whether I tie up this younger self of mine to prevent him assaulting me or we do… well… anything else.
“I have a safe place to stay. Well, more safe than here. We have to hurry, so I’ll carry you.”
“Alright, gege,” the other agreed, his eyes going distracted and hazy. “But hurry. And don’t… don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t explain… about the flowers. I’m surely just as smart as you, you know, even if I didn’t get to study as much as you did.”
Crap, he’s right.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he promised. “Right now we have to get out of here before some Steel Spiked Leopards show up. You’ve left the scent of blood all around one of their watering holes.”
With his bag slung across his back, he scooped his didi up in both arms in a princess carry. Bing-di started mouthing at his neck and collarbone again, peppering them with soft kisses and gentle bites. “Gege, no-one’s ever looked after me like this before. You have to keep taking care of me. Promise you won’t leave me here!”
He sounds so young, made all intoxicated and desperate by the pollen.
“I won’t, didi. You’re coming with me. I’ll take you back to my last campsite, and then we’ll find a way out of the Endless Abyss together, alright? Meng Mo says there’s a sword down here that can help me – us – escape.”
“He told me about it too, before he abandoned me,” his twin murmured. “But I can’t… I haven’t found it. He didn’t say much, just that it was supposed to have fallen into the Abyss over a mountain range somewhere, lost in a battle with a dragon.”
“I heard the same, and with a similar lack of luck. He didn’t know any more details. So we’ll look together.”
“Mmm,” his Bing-di said, his voice shading back into hazy arousal. “Together.” He licked at his jawline, his soft warm tongue running over Binghe’s face and neck. He wrapped one arm around the back of Binghe’s neck, while the other toyed at the opening of his robe between his collarbones, caressing the small triangle of exposed skin with searching, warm fingers.
He put on a burst of speed, jolting his double away from his attentions for a moment. I don’t have much time.
A few minutes later, he’d settled Bing-di to sit down on his leather sleeping mat which he’d set up under a tree. He’d tied his counterpart to a tree with a length of sinewy rope wrapped around his waist. It was tough, able to stand up to a lot, but would probably shred easily under the claws of a heavenly demon, should he pop them out.
Does he know he has claws? he wondered. Or are we different enough that he doesn’t have them? Ahem… maybe he’s just too distracted right now. With his hands where they are, his claws might slice things up badly.
“Please, please help me,” Bingdi moaned, his hand sliding frantically up and down his big weeping cock. He wasn’t trying to escape his inadequate bindings; he was too distracted by his own arousal to even attempt it.
“It won’t go down.” His face was a reddened mess of flushed skin, and his eyes had recently started to leak small rivulets of blood. He was panting roughly, his lean chest heaving.
“No, it won’t,” Binghe said sympathetically. “Not with Rosy Blush Fritillary pollen. Only dual cultivation will help. You… you’ll probably be okay. We can regenerate from a lot.”
“Gege, I don’t want to die!” he bawled, fear filling his voice with anguish and panic. “I don’t want to die, dear gods please! Please gege, please help me! I’m tired of being strong, I don’t think I can do it any longer! I don’t want to die here when I barely got to live!”
He’s not my Shizun but… I can’t leave him like this. What if he does die and it’s all my fault? It’s strange but… it wouldn’t be so bad. It’s just like masturbating, when you think about it! he justified to himself.
“It’s alright, gege will help you if you want,” he said, and started undressing under his didi’s hungry, frantic gaze.
“Please, yes, I need you, gege!” his didi whined desperately.
He shucked his protective leather tunic and his lightly soiled robes off easily enough. He sat down to remove his boots and leg armour, but one of the sinew laces on his makeshift greaves wouldn’t come loose, so he cut it with a flick of his sharp claws.
Naked now, he crawled towards his mirror image whose body was a little leaner and more scarred than he was, but still looked comfortingly familiar. His didi let out a hungry groan that sent arousal shooting through his own body.
Shizun would understand, he promised himself, as his cock hardened. Shizun wouldn’t want me to leave my didi to die. And wouldn’t it be good practice? For if he ever did want to do something with me? If he ever does. He might not, I might have been saving myself for nothing. Either way, I don’t want to risk my new didi dying when I can stop it.
“I have you,” he crooned, sitting down next to him but leaving him tied up for now. He looked so helpless, so arousing. It reminded him of the first time he’d seen his Shizun as an object of fascination, his robes stripped off leaving him half-naked and tied to a pillar by the Skinner demon. He wrapped a hand around his other self’s cock, and masturbated it gently, getting a feel for what he was doing. It wasn’t like it needed to get harder! It’d been swollen for over an hour now. “Gege will look after you.”
He leant over and licked at the head of his cock, a tang of salty liquid that tasted identical to his own flavour that he’d inquisitively trialled a few times. He mouthed at the soft head, so smooth and pliant under his tongue, and leaking more liquid under his attention. He lapped at it, laving the head and long shaft with his tongue. The dark nest of hair at the base of his cock was more fragrant than he’d prefer, a rich sweaty musk. At least the quick dip in the pond had done some good!
“Ugh, that’s so good, please suck it, gege! Please suck your didi’s cock!”
He looked up at his face, so frantic and pained, crying tears of blood in his drugged desperation. How could he refuse? Still, a word of explanation was in order first, so he pulled off briefly, eliciting a desperate yearning whine from his didi, who reached for his head and tried to push it back down to his cock.
“No, please, I need you!”
“Shh, it’s alright. I’m just going to cut you free now. If you suck me while I do the same to you, and we circulate qi between us, that will definitely be enough dual cultivation to cure you, and we won’t need any um… penetration.”
He’d read a few books in the spicier part of the medical section of books in Qing Jing Peak’s library, for optimistic research purposes. They spoke about dual cultivation in dry terms, not excitingly pornographic, and advised that all cultivators with any wisdom should be prepared about how to deal with ‘sex pollens’ which were a regular hazard of travel through the wilderness. He started circulating his qi towards his lower dantian, getting his body ready.
“Yes! Please!”
With a slice of his extended claws – a temporarily lengthening and hardening of his nails which turned black for the duration – he set his duplicate free, and pushed him down onto the leather mat, mouthing again at his cock and licking it gently. He wiggled around to place his own groin near his duplicate’s head, and his didi wasted no time in pouncing on him, grabbing his hips tightly and sucking the tip of his cock into his mouth.
“Fuck!” he swore, the word muffled around his didi’s cock.
The angle was awkward, but his partner did his best, slobbering and choking on his cock, trying to swallow it down as deep as he could, his mouth stretched wide around it, and his teeth scaping lightly at the skin as he bobbed up and down. The pain added an edge of risk and excitement to the sloppy blow job.
He sucked hard, his cheeks hollowing as he dove as deep as he could. He’d never wished he was smaller before! His double was having similar trouble, only taking a couple of inches into his mouth before he started choking, but it was still a wonderful sensation, all that wet suction around the head was dizzyingly exciting.
He reached down to fist the base of his didi’s cock, and his obedient new brother copied him, moving a hand up to masturbate his gege’s drool-covered hard pillar.
The extra pressure from their hands helped make up for the shallow penetration, and he moaned happily around the cock in his mouth.
Circulate your qi, he mentally ordered himself, getting his energy moving again. He’d gotten too distracted by the novel sensations!
Meng Mo stirred sleepily in his mind, curious as to whether he was being summoned to speak or not, and was quickly given a swift mental demand to go back to his usual quiescent state and not pry. With a mental grumble, he did so, thankfully.
Binghe cycled his qi through his meridians, focusing on his lower dantian. He pushed his qi into changing to jing – the energy of one’s vital essence – charging it up with more energy than usual. His didi needed this to be good! It was the reverse of what the ascetic monks on Ku Xing Peak did – abstaining from worldly pleasures and transforming their jing into qi energy, and then into shen energy, cultivating to immortality with the purest energy possible.
He pulled briefly away from his cocksucking to say, “Copy what I’m doing with my qi. Push it into your lower dantian, concentrate it there, transform it to jing energy, then have it permeate through your balls to infuse your essence with more jing. We need ‘joining of the essences’ for the most effective cure.”
I really should have explained this more before I started. He’s not doing anything with his energy, I just assumed he knew what I meant by ‘dual cultivation’, but he’s acting like it’s only sex. It might be that for mortals, but cultivators can be more efficient to cycle away the effects of pollens and poisons faster.
His didi’s spare left hand moved down between their bodies to press with an open palm against his belly underneath his navel, right over where the lower of the three major dantians were, and the tiny trickle of qi showed that his didi was listening, still conscious and trying to focus. Bing-di was trying to sense what he was doing with his qi, so he could copy it for himself. It was crowded down there, with his didi sucking on his cock and fisting it, while his left hand was squashed in between the cock he was fellating and his belly, but he made it work.
Bing-di got the idea quickly enough – it wasn’t a complicated qi technique, it couldn’t be since you needed to maintain it while your brain was occupied with such pleasant distractions.
He stepped up the pace of his energy transformation now his didi had the hang of copying him, and groaned around his cock.
That feels so good, didi. Suck me harder. He pushed into his warm, welcoming mouth a little deeper, and choked himself when his didi copied his eager movements, making him gag a little. He switched to staying still while hie hand worked furiously at the base of his partner’s cock, and his didi copied him, masturbating him into his eagerly waiting mouth. He suckled gently on his own mouthful, urging out a little trickle of energy-rich pre-cum.
Lying side by side, top to tail, he could hardly believe the pleasure he was finding in both sucking and being sucked at the same time. His free hand crept around to squeeze his counterpart’s lean, firm buttocks. He squashed the firm handful, squeezing and kneading it curiously, and his didi bucked into his mouth again with a desperate whimper.
Oh, didi, your bottom is so firm. I wonder what it would be like to be inside you. Do you think Shizun would like to use us both? You feel so good, didi. Do you want to swallow me now? I’m ready for you, didi. Drink me down, oh yes, I’m coming down your tight throat, swallow my essence up like a good boy! Will you be a good boy for Shizun too? We could both be his good boys…
With a muffled groan he swallowed down his didi’s cock as deeply as possible, sucking in an extra inch while he orgasmed, spilling his jing-energized seed into his didi’s eager, waiting mouth. His didi choked and whined, swallowing as much as he could like he was dying of thirst. With a few extra hard, squeezing pumps of his didi’s cock, Bing-di spilled down his own throat, with an amazingly prolific gush of seed that surprised him with its volume. It never seemed like that much when he came into his own hand! He swallowed down the jing-rich mouthful with a satisfied high-pitched moan.
It was a touch sweeter than regular emissions, and some said more addictive that way. It wasn’t as bad as using someone as a human cauldron – that was all take and no give, and had darker practices than what they’d just engaged in. It was a little related though, since it was all about taking in someone’s life energy, transformed into its basest form for easiest absorption. A true human cauldron, however, would be wrung utterly dry, every scrap of life energy drained from them over and over again with nothing returned, until their golden core shrivelled and dissipated. This was a loss of energy, true, but it was an exchange, not a theft, and only a mouthful rather than a feast. It was enough to satisfy the fevered lust the pollen had awakened, thankfully.
His didi pulled off, smacking his lips with satisfaction, before licking at his drooping, limp cock, cleaning off the last of his spilled seed with his warm, determined tongue.
“You don’t have to do that,” he murmured, still lost in a daze of pleasure. His sensitive cock gave an optimistic twitch, before lying still again.
“I want to,” his didi replied, stroking his inner thighs and playing with his balls curiously as he gave him a tongue bath to clean up his groin. He probably would have been tidier without sex pollen clouding his mind; some of his seed had escaped his partner’s mouth. “Can I?”
“I suppose,” he agreed, giving a reciprocal few licks to clean up the tiny bit of dribbled seed still leaking out of his didi’s twitching still-engorged cock. “Do you think you need to go again?”
“I think my qi is returning to normal, and my head feels clearer – less feverish – so probably not.”
“That’s a shame,” he said softly. “I really enjoyed that.”
His didi laughed, a vibrant, joyous sound. “We could go again just for fun.”
“Your voice is clearer now. Less drugged,” he observed.
“I feel so much better, more so by the second. And this is honestly one of the nicest things that’s happened to me in… I don’t know. Years, at least. We should talk, I guess. You know, face to face, when I’m not staring down your stupidly large cock.”
“Your is exactly the same!”
“Yes. Stupidly large.”
He snickered in agreement. It was true. “Shizun’s is smaller. A nicer mouthful. I’ve seen it,” he admitted, his cock stirring again at the memory, getting ready for round two. “I’ve never gotten to touch him, but I’ve spied on him bathing.”
Down below, he felt his didi’s head rest on his thighs like he was a human pillow. “My Shizun was beautiful, but cold. He would have whipped me to the bone if he’d ever caught me spying on him.”
“Mine never does anything worse than make you run laps or copy out lines from old, dry texts a hundred times. If he caught me spying he’d assume it was an accident. He’s… innocent. Even though he’s older.” He paused to lap at Bing-di’s cock for a while. His didi should be hard while listening to him talk about Shizun.
“He’s so beautiful, and elegant, and kind,” he explained, suckling on the tip of his cock for a while before letting it plop out between his lips again, moist and hardening. “I live in the spare room of the Bamboo House, and in the mornings I get to go into his bedroom and wake him for breakfast. I get to see him lying in bed in just some thin white cotton inner robes. They show his dark nipples, they’re that sheer.”
His didi was silent, listening to him talk and suckling gently on the tip of Binghe’s stiffening cock.
“He stretches when he wakes, sometimes high enough that his shirt rises up and I can see a stripe of skin at his waist, and he smacks his lips together tiredly. He looks so sleepy and soft. When he gets out of bed, I can see a dark shadow of hair at his groin through his thin sleep pants. When he bends over the wash basin to splash his face, I stand behind him so I can watch his buttocks strain against the fabric. I daydream about pushing him down and yanking down his pants. I’m hard almost every morning.”
Since his mouth was so busy narrating his memories and his fantasy, he used his hand on his didi, fisting his cock just the way he liked it himself, a hard, firm grip that slid the loose velvety skin up and down, and pulled the foreskin over the tip of his cock, putting the most pressure on the underside of his cock. His didi was rapidly getting hard again now, swelling to impressive proportions beneath his eyes. It looked really big this close up!
“After he’s washed his face I get to brush his hair. It’s smooth as silk and smells like camellia flowers, from the hair oil he prefers. I get to massage it into his hair, and he moans happily when I do it right. It’s the best sound in the world. Then I get to put his hair up in a formal style, and unfortunately that’s when I have to leave so he can get dressed for the day.”
He gave the tip of Bing-di’s cock an apologetic quick suckle for the disappointing truth, and earned a moan for doing so. He didn’t stop masturbating him, his hand a continuing encircling pressure on his didi’s cock.
“I cook him breakfast next. Often, I masturbate in the kitchen while I’m waiting for something to cook. I can’t help getting hard after seeing him in bed, and in those sheer inner robes! Once I masturbated and put my cum into his congee, mixing it right in. He smiled sweetly and ate it all up and said it was delicious; I felt so guilty I never did it again, but I thought about it every single time I made congee after that. I want him to suck my cock so bad. I want him to take me. I want him to sweep the table clear of dishes and just use me. I don’t care if he whispers sweet words or calls me a filthy beast, I just want him to pin me down, thrust inside my hole and fill me up.”
His hand pumped a furious tempo on Bing-di’s cock now, and his grip on his didi’s arse was bruisingly fierce. His didi copied him a little, shifting around so he could reach around too. His hand traced the crack between his buttocks, brushing curiously along the crease and sliding between them to teasingly touch right on his arsehole. His mouth suckled silently and determinedly on his gege’s cock, a repetitive slurping as he bobbed up and down.
“Fuck! Didi!” he cursed, as a wet finger toyed at his hole, brushing gently against the entrance. “Yes, just like that.” Shifting his right hand down his didi’s shaft lower to the base, he bent his head back down and sank his mouth down around his leaking cock. He swallowed his cock, and it slid deep into his throat, which convulsed around it, choking him and cutting off his breath. He felt light-headed but keep going for a few moments as the muffled whine and desperate tempo of sucking from his didi told him just how much the effort to deep-throat him was appreciated.
He slapped Bing-di’s buttocks encouragingly, and his didi jerked his hips harder, thrusting deep into his stretched-out throat, deeper than either of them had managed to go so far. With a choked groan from his partner, it suddenly got even harder to breathe as the cock in his mouth twitched as it let loose a river of cum down his throat. He pulled back, choking and gasping for breath, and got a final spray of cum let loose directly on his face.
It wasn’t something he’d ever thought of before, but it awakened an image in his mind of his Shizun masturbating onto his face while he knelt before him, and before he knew it he was coming too, and it was his didi’s turn to try and drink down his cum before it overflowed his mouth.
Pulling free, he moved around to sit next to his didi, whose face was a mess with white cum around his mouth and chin, and a few smears of blood from toothy kisses.
“You’re a mess,” he chided, wiping the worst of it away with his hand. He pulled him close to his side for a one-armed hug, and they sat there together in the dull red evening light of the abyssal sky, both naked as the day they were born.
“Maybe,” Bing-di replied, with a light-hearted grin. “But I’m not dying from a stupid spring flower, so I think I can live with that.”
He nodded. “We both can. It was… good.”
“The best ever,” Bing-di agreed. “Speaking from my extensive sexual experience of a half dozen sloppy kisses with Ning Yingying, and Ming Fan slapping my wet buttocks with a twisted-up towel after a bath.”
“Ew!” Binghe said, scrunching up his face. “Please tell me those things weren’t happening at the same time.”
His didi laughed, free and happy as a bird. “Thankfully, no.”
“Well, it’s a low bar, but this ex-virgin hopes I was better than both of those, despite my only practice being with my own hand, a lot of reading medical texts, and Shizun’s secret stash of yellow books.”
“You were great.”
Thank you, didi! “We were great. Now, let’s stitch you up some terrible stinky leather clothes, and get ready for trouble. We’re lucky we weren’t interrupted in the middle of that, the Endless Abyss is rarely that merciful with breaks between monster attacks.”
“Yes, gege.”