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Luo Binghe had insisted on today being a very proper class, and he sat at the table with a journal and a calligraphy pen in hand, eyes staring into Shen Qingqiu’s soul, clearly very eager to learn.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but feel a bit silly given the topic.
After that horrible, awkward interview with Airplane-Bro, Luo Binghe had asked if they could try S&M more properly. Well, what he actually asked was “Could Shizun be mean to me sometime?” Shen Qingqiu had known that question was coming. It was only a matter of time before his little masochist asked.
“Ok, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu was fanning himself casually. “But we have to go over a few things first. Tomorrow, at the bamboo house, I’ll go over the basics with you.”
Of course, forever a model student, Luo Binghe grasped the concept of S&M much quicker than most. Understanding kinks was - of course - truly effortless as well. The only part that he struggled to grasp was when Shen Qingqiu was describing the stoplight system to him.
“I understand most of it.”
Shen Qingqiu hummed gently. “What parts don’t you understand?”
“Well, green is obviously good because of the bamboo house. And red is probably something to do with blood. But why is yellow the color to slow down and be careful? And why is it called the stoplight system?”
Shamefully, it wasn’t until this moment that Shen Qingqiu realized the mistake he just made in his education.
…..Yes, there are no traffic signs for horse drawn carriages and flying swords! You idiot!
“I didn’t invent this system for us, my Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu quickly slid back into his poser role. “The reasons behind it have been…. Lost to time. Nobody knows why the colors are what they are.”
“I see.” Luo Binghe wrote down some notes in his journal, and Shen Qingqiu almost felt bad at how quickly Luo Binghe believed his lie.
“I can’t imagine Shizun doing anything I wouldn’t like.” Luo Binghe looked up happily at him.
“It’s easy to say that, but you never know how you may feel in the moment.” Shen Qingqiu secretly felt the same way about his poor, depraved disciple, but it was important to still give him the chance to change his mind. “When this question is asked, you must always answer honestly, and this master will never be upset at whatever your answer is.”
Luo Binghe’s eyebrows were narrowed, looking down at his notes, and he was clearly deep in thought. “It seems there’s no end to Shizun’s vast knowledge.”
Shen Qingqiu thought back to his many nights scrolling doujin and reading fanfictions until he didn’t remember falling asleep, and felt a bit ashamed.
Binghe, there is no future test to study for here. But he couldn’t get himself to say those words, Binghe’s studious nature was too endearing. Instead he reached over to pat the top of his head, and Luo Binghe beamed at him.
“How does Binghe want this master to be mean to him?”
Binghe’s eyes sparkled.
“I want Shizun to hit me and scold me again.” He spoke slowly and looked cautiously at Shen Qingqiu who nodded softly, face unreadable. “I want Shizun to insult me too.” When Shen Qingqiu’s face remained neutral, Luo Binghe began to speak faster. “I want Shizun to spit in my mouth and make me swallow it. I want Shizun to pour dinner onto the floor and make me eat it. I want to tie Shizun up and take him while he insults me and spits in my face. I want Shizun to spank me and make me count them and make fun of me when I get hard from it - Oh, and I want Shizun to make me clean something really well, and then immediately mess it up-“
“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu cut him off. He suddenly felt like he was going to pass out, or maybe keel over and die. “Binghe.” He repeated, finding he couldn’t currently look at him. “Let’s start a bit simpler. I want you to pick just three.”
Isn’t this supposed to be BDSM 101?! Who is teaching who here?! Where the hell did he get all these ideas?!
“Three…”
“You don’t have to choose right away, Binghe.” He tapped the journal on the table with his fan. “Write me a note, pick three, and I’ll go over it and think of something.”
“Shizun..” Luo Binghe grabbed his hand. He was blushing, smiling softly and sounded like he was about to cry. “This disciple thanks Shizun for his endless thoughtfulness.” He brought his hand to his face, kissing it softly.
…. Luo Binghe was truly so embarrassing!
—-
Originally Shen Qingqiu wanted to do this scene in the bamboo house, but Luo Binghe asked if they could do it in the woodshed he used to get locked in. “It would make the most sense that way, Shizun.” Luo Binghe had said with sparkling eyes.
His Binghe truly was depraved.
Hearing the creak of the door opening, Luo Binghe went to get up.
“Don’t stand.” Shen Qingqiu spoke plainly, and Luo Binghe sunk back down onto the floor.
“Have you thought of what you’ve done?” Shen Qingqiu said, closing the door behind him.
“I was shameful towards Shizun.” Luo Binghe looked at the floor. “This disciple begs forgiveness.”
“You truly are depraved, getting so hard from being punished.” Shen Qingqiu bent down, sliding his fan against Luo Binghe’s chin, making him look up at him. “It can’t be helped now that you’ve been awakened. Shizun will keep your filthy nature at bay.”
Luo Binghe gawked at him. If Shen Qingqiu didn’t know any better, he would think he was genuinely shocked. “Shizun?”
Shen Qingqiu showed no reaction. “Strip.”
“S-Shizun, I, this one…”
Shen Qingqiu brought his fan across his face.
“How quickly you forget that you are begging for my forgiveness right now.” He dropped his fan before leaning in closer, grabbing his face. “Don’t you dare make me repeat myself.”
Luo Binghe stood up. His erection was already incredibly visible through his clothes, and Shen Qingqiu scoffed loudly.
“Truly deplorable.”
Luo Binghe’s hands shook as he removed his outer robe. “S-Shizun… Shizun doesn’t have to…” He removed his layers one by one, trying to find the words. “Shizun doesn’t have to debase himself for this unworthy disciple..” He had folded his clothing and placed it gently on the floor, hunched over, clearly trying to hide himself.
“Stand.” Shen Qingqiu didn’t answer him. “Look at me.”
Luo Binghe did just that. Shen Qingqiu looked him over from head to toe, slowly, eyes cold. Luo Binghe stood as straight as he could, lip softly shaking.
“What a disgustingly large cock.” Shen Qingqiu’s voice cracked for a moment before he composed himself. “I think this powerful master is the only one who could train a beast such as yourself.”
He reached into his robe and tossed a small bottle at Luo Binghe who quickly caught it.
“Coat your fingers, and your cock.”
Luo Binghe turned bright red.
“Why are you acting so scandalized?” Shen Qingqiu scoffed at him. “Were you not my filthy disciple who got hard from his Shizun beating him?”
“Shizun, I..”
“Listen, beast. You are depraved and dangerous.” Shen Qingqiu was slowly taking off his outer robe and Luo Binghe’s eyes widened in shock when he realized what he was doing. “I will be training you to be mine, so you cannot hurt anyone else.” He began fiddling with his waist sash. “All your depravity will be solely devoted to me, your Shizun.” The waist sash fell to the floor as he continued undressing. Luo Binghe’s eyes darted all over his body as he undressed, lips trembling.
…. His Binghe was truly an incredible actor. Shen Qingqiu really felt as if he was seeing his body for the first time.
“Say thank you to me for taking on such a horrible burden.” Shen Qingqiu now stood fully undressed, holding his fan over his face.
“T-Thank you for taking this burden, Shizun.” Luo Binghe clumsily opened the small bottle with shaky hands before slowly pouring the oil onto his cock and fingers.
Shen Qingqiu felt his mouth water. This was good. This was what the original Shen Qingqiu would do. Shamelessly get off to sex with Luo Binghe, all while making him feel bad about the sex. And his Binghe was being so adorable, his blushing, scandalized maiden with his virginity act going strong.
“Stroke.” Shen Qingqiu was half hard, and Luo Binghe was looking down at it while he began pumping his totally erect cock.
“Doing this in front of Shizun it … It’s …”
Shen Qingqiu raised an eyebrow, fanning himself.
Luo Binghe’s voice was barely a whisper “It’s exciting …. Shizun, is this disciple doing well?”
“This vile creature is sloppy and unrefined.”
Shen Qingqiu clicked his tongue, but there was still a heat in his eyes as he looked at him stroking the oil on his cock. “But that is also something we can work on. Look at me.”
Luo Binghe pried his eyes off of his cock to look up at his face.
“Color?”
“Green, Shizun.”
“Good boy.” Luo Binghe shuddered at the first praise he received. “Sit on the floor.”
Luo Binghe fell to the floor, the old wood making a loud cracking sound as he slammed down onto it. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t stop himself from jumping at the sound. He briefly thought Luo Binghe broke through the ground of this tiny, dilapidated shack, and internally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked around him and realized that wasn’t the case. When he realized Luo Binghe was looking up at him intently, he composed himself. “So careless.” He shook his head in disapproval. “And so, so eager.”
Shen Qingqiu slowly walked over to him before lowering himself into his lap, taking his glossy hand into his. “Prepare your Shizun.” Luo Binghe’s eyes widened again in shock.
“Shizun- I’ve never-”
“Figure it out.” Shen Qingqiu’s voice was cold and demanding.
A shaky finger slowly moved to his entrance and slid inside. Almost immediately, a second finger slipped in afterwards.
Well, here’s where Luo Binghe’s acting was beginning to falter. Shen Qingqiu was expecting him to take much longer working up to fingering him, playing up his virginity act, but his Binghe was clearly just too excited. Cute…! Well, he could work with this too.
“See,” Shen Qingqiu moaned softly as he felt a third finger slipping inside of him before composing himself. “You are nothing but a depraved beast. I knew this would come so naturally to a filthy creature like you.”
“Shizun, my fingers are so warm.” Luo Binghe’s voice was low with lust. “Am I going to get to put my cock in here as well…?”
“Yes.” Luo Binghe smiled deeply at the response and Shen Qingqiu narrowed his eyes. “This is truly the only thing your Shizun can use to train you, the only thing that a stupid beast like you will be able to understand.” Shen Qingqiu moaned loudly as Luo Binghe slid a fourth finger inside, before glaring angrily at him.
“Out.” Luo Binghe pulled his fingers out, and Shen Qingqiu immediately felt empty. He leaned over and fumbled through his clothes on the floor, pulling out some immortal binding rope before lowering himself back into Luo Binghe’s lap.
“This creatures hands have served their only purpose.” Shen Qingqiu explained slowly, unuciating every word. “This master doesn’t want it to get overexcited and think that it can use them for other things. Hands behind your back.”
Luo Binghe obliged. Shen Qingqiu wrapped the rope around his hands and tied a tight knot, his chin brushing against Luo Binghe’s cheek in the process. Luo Binghe shuddered as he pulled away.
“Are you going to behave?” Shen Qingqiu picked his fan up and opened it over his face, covering everything but his eyes.
Luo Binghe nodded slowly, staring at him unblinkingly, breathing heavily.
“Don’t move.” Shen Qingqiu looked deep into his eyes as he slid himself slowly onto his cock.
Luo Binghe whimpered softly. Shen Qingqiu bit his lip underneath his fan, and, once he composed himself, snapped it back closed. Luo Binghe jumped at the sound. Shen Qingqiu took in his Binghe’s pathetic, adorable face and couldn’t help but smile softly at him.
Luo Binghe leaned forward to kiss him, and
Shen Qingqiu struck Luo Binghe across the face with his closed fan, hard.
“Listen, you ingrate.” Shen Qingqiu brought his fan back across the other side of his face, striking again. “Listen to this master very closely. There are people you kiss, and then there are whores that you fuck.”
Luo Binghe shrunk back into himself, a red welt already prominent through the middle of his handsome face. “Forgive me, Shizun…”
“And ranking underneath whores you fuck, there are depraved beasts that can’t even be considered human.” Shen Qingqiu lowered his gaze slowly. “They can’t think right or behave properly without guidance, so do you think people kiss those beasts?”
Luo Binghe looked forward steadily, fat tears spilling down his cheeks.
“No, Shizun.”
“Do you think those creatures deserve to even think about kissing those who indulge them? Nevermind actually trying?”
“Forgive this worthless disciple.” Luo Binghe’s voice cracked as his lips trembled. “This disciple put his feelings over his master.”
“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu tapped his chin with his fan. “Give me a color.”
“Green, Shizun.” Luo Binghe looked up at him with desperate, wet eyes.
“You were made depraved, to pleasure your Shizun, but don’t get it in your head that you’re doing him a favor.” Shen Qingqiu lowered himself down further onto his cock. Luo Binghe sat still, shaking, not daring to thrust up. Shen Qingqiu made it halfway down and exhaled loudly before continuing. Luo Binghe was panting heavily in between his sobs.
“Your cock is truly disgusting.” Shen Qingqiu finally had fit all of Luo Binghe’s member inside of him. He sighed softly as he adjusted himself, preparing to move. “Say thank you to me, for taking all of your huge, disgusting cock.”
“T-thank you for taking all of my disgusting cock, Shizun. Shizun is truly amazing, being able to take all of this worthless disciple.” Luo Binghe was still crying. “And Shizun always looks so elegant and beautiful, even on this ones disgusting cock.”
Shen Qingqiu’s fan made his way across Luo Binghe’s face again.
“Filthy brute. Who said you could gawk at me like that? I should cut your eyes out for that comment.”
“Shizun…” Luo Binghe’s voice got caught in his throat as he started sobbing. “Shizun is so beautiful, one would truly have to be blind to not see it. But this worthless one begs Shizun to not take away his ability to see his Shizun, even if it is warranted.”
Bending over, he grabbed Luo Binghe’s waist sash off the ground, tying it around his eyes in a makeshift blindfold.
“If the ingrate behaves, he might get to see his master again at the end.” Shen Qingqiu rocked his hips slightly, and Luo Binghe sighed softly between his sobs.
“I’ll be good, Shizun. I’ll do whatever you want.”
Shen Qingqiu sighed in annoyance as he continued slowly rocking back and forth on the heavenly pillar. “Don’t you dare move.”
He slowly slid up and down, both getting used to his size, and teasing his Binghe. His poor Binghe, who he usually let move so erratically, so fast, was trying so hard to not even twitch. Looking at his face, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but think of how adorable he was being before suddenly feeling him pressing against that spot inside of him. He moaned loudly at the feeling before quickly composing himself again.
“It seems you are good for something after all, beast.” Shen Qingqiu slid up and down him again, quicker now, smiling to himself.
“Shizun… You feel so, so good, Shizun.” Luo Binghe’s blindfold was already completely soaked through with his tears as Shen Qingqiu continued to ride him. “How can this stupid, depraved disciple not take pleasure in feeling you, Shizun? This worthless one is trying so hard not to move.”
“You are nothing but an animal, so your urges truly can’t be helped.” Shen Qingqiu bit his lip, stifling a moan when his cock hit that special place inside of him again. “But just keep as you are. You are doing surprisingly well, sitting still, being used by me. Just remember, we are working to not let your filthy desires cloud your mind. Whether you feel any pleasure or not is irrelevant.” Shen Qingqiu bit his lip to stop himself from moaning loudly again. “You’re nothing more than a dirty sex toy for me.”
“Thank you for using me, Shizun.” Luo Binghe whispered, legs shaking, obviously struggling to hold himself in place. “This worthless disciple doesn’t deserve you. This disciple doesn’t deserve your kind words.”
Suddenly, his first meeting with Luo Binghe popped into his head, of him coming out of isolation in the woodshed, young, bruised and sickly looking, still trying to stand straight and proper. He doesn’t deserve you.
“Color, Binghe.”
“Green, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu continued rocking back and forth on his cock. He came closer to Luo Binghe’s face and whispered against his ear. “How are you feeling? You want to move so badly, don’t you?”
“S-Shizun.” Luo Binghe hesitated at what seemed to be a trick question. “This disciple is stupid, and doesn’t know how to respond…”
An image of Luo Binghe trying to learn from the fake cultivation book given to him, getting mad at himself for not understanding or improving. “This disciple is stupid and fails to understand it.” Luo Binghe looking at the floor, ashamed.
“You can be honest with me, ingrate.” Shen Qingqiu moved torturously slow as if to drive his point home. “I know you can’t help it. It’s in your filthy nature.”
“Shizun…” Luo Binghe swallowed loudly. “I do, I really do want to move so, so badly Shizun.” He hesitated before tilting his head forward. “But worse even, I want so desperately to kiss and hold Shizun in these unworthy hands. I don’t want Shizun to touch anyone else like this. I want to be Shizun’s only toy. Shizun, is my disgusting cock pleasing enough to you? Will you please use this disciple whenever you see fit?”
Shen Qingqiu silently continued bouncing up and down.
An image of Luo Binghe as a child crying, alone, on the floor. It would be years before he felt a gentle, compassionate hand on his head, or any words of praise at all.
Shen Qingqiu squeezed his eyes shut, trying to clear his head.
“Please, keep using this worthless disciple as you see fit, Shizun.” Shen Qingqiu’s eyes flew open, Luo Binghe’s voice snapping him back to reality. “Whatever Shizun wants to do to this dirty toy, it will take. But please don’t throw your toy away, Shizun. This disciple will miss Shizun so much if he does.”
Luo Binghe at the bottom of the abyss, alone, knowing the only one who had shown him that kindness, the one he was deeply in love with, was the one who put him there, wanted him there, wanted him gone, never wanted to see him again. Shen Qingqiu just another name on the long list of people who had abandoned and abused him. Luo Binghe, full of so much love with nowhere to put it. He doesn’t deserve you.
“Shizun… Shizun…”
Shen Qingqiu still didn’t respond, but began moving up and down more erratically.
No, no, no. Shen Qingqiu would have said something then. He should had said something then.
“Shizun?” Luo Binghe’s voice was softer, pleading.
Shen Qingqiu grabbed onto his shoulders, steadying himself before slamming down to the base of his cock, shaking. Biting his lip to hold in his moans, he rocked his hips side to side, feeling Luo Binghe twitching inside of him. He slid up and immediately slammed back down again, trying to make his mind go blank.
“Shizun… Can you give me a color?”
……
Huh?
Give Luo Binghe a color? Him?
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to say something to him, to gently mock him for asking that before closing it.
If I say something else in response, it would be confusing to Luo Binghe, who I told to always answer that question honestly and not involve it in the scene. He doesn’t know that you don’t ask the dom that!
… You don’t ask the dom that, right?
Well, either way, he had to answer honestly, to set a good example to Luo Binghe who was playing the game so nicely.
…But, for some reason, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t get himself to speak.
Silence filled the room.
Without getting an answer, Luo Binghe exhaled slowly, relaxing his tense body. “Shizun, can this one hold you?”
Still not speaking, Shen Qingqiu reached down and awkwardly untied the immortal binding ropes that were around his wrists. Before he could blink, hands were around his cheeks, and he was thrown back onto the floor, Luo Binghe still inside of him.
Luo Binghe moved his hands up to take his blindfold off, and Shen Qingqiu put his hands over his, stopping him. “Don’t, Binghe.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Luo Binghe slowly moved his hands away from his face. “Alright, Shizun.” He grasped blindly around the floor, finding his shoulder and sliding his hands up his neck to his chin, before grazing a thumb gently across one of his wet cheeks.
Shen Qingqiu slid his hands around the back of Luo Binghe’s head and pulled him down, kissing him deeply.
“Color, Shizun?”
“Green, Binghe.”
Luo Binghe shifted forward slowly, his cock sliding further into Shen Qingqiu. He awkwardly and slowly moved his face closer to his face, clearly scared of accidentally hitting their heads together. “I bet Shizun looks so beautiful right now…”
“Mmm.” Shen Qingqiu slid his hands down his back slowly. “How does this disciple think his Shizun looks?”
Luo Binghe exhaled. “Glossy, soft cheeks and beautiful, moody, pink stained eyes.” He thrust in and out slowly. “Beautiful, shiny hair draped perfectly on the wood floor.” He took a second to swallow slowly, choosing his next words carefully. “Shizun truly looks so elegant, even when he’s crying.”
Shen Qingqiu lightly tapped his fingers on Luo Binghe’s cheeks in warning. “This master is not crying, Binghe.”
Luo Binghe hit that spot again and Shen Qingqiu gasped in shock.
“Of course, Shizun.” Luo Binghe kissed his cheek gently. He thrusted back inside of him. “You feel so good, Shizun. Is this one pleasing to you?”
“Yes, Binghe.” Luo Binghe sped up at the praise and Shen Qingqiu moaned softly. “You are doing very well.”
Luo Binghe lowered his face down and kissed him before nuzzling against his cheek affectionately. “So, by Shizun’s standards, this disciple has behaved himself?”
Shen Qingqiu knew what he was asking. He couldn’t stop himself from sighing a bit under his breath, his sweet, desperate Binghe wanted to see him so badly.
He reached up, pulling Luo Binghe’s waist sash off of his head. Luo Binghe blinked a few times, adjusting, before he cupped Shen Qingqiu’s face in his hands.
“This unworthy one thanks Shizun for his never ending kindness.” Luo Binghe slowly thrusted into him, staring at his face. “Shizun is truly beautiful beyond words.”
Shen Qingqiu sighed, but couldn’t help reaching a hand up and running it through Luo Binghe’s hair. “Does this master line up with your imagination?”
“No.” Luo Binghe grabbed his thighs and gripped tightly onto them, sharp nails cutting his skin, as he continued pushing in and out of Shen Qingqiu. “Shizun is more beautiful than this disciple could ever comprehend.”
Shen Qingqiu smiled deeply before rolling his hips slowly. “That means nothing coming from a depraved beast such as you.” Luo Binghe gasped softly and froze.
“S-Shizun… If you move like that, I’ll - This disciple will-”
Shen Qingqiu held his face in his hands as he continued circling his hips. “It’s ok, Binghe. You can cum.”
“S-Shizun…” Luo Binghe kissed his cheek softly. “Thank you for allowing this unworthy one to cum inside of you.” His thrusting was becoming more and more erratic, and his abs were rubbing against Shen Qingqiu’s wet cock. Shen Qingqiu could tell they were both close. “This disciple will never forget your kindness..”
Luo Binghe bent down, kissing Shen Qingqiu desperately as they both came.
——
“This disciple is sorry, Shizun.” Luo Binghe was snuggled up to him on the floor, outer robe lazily draped over them in a makeshift blanket, head underneath his chin.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu kissed the top of his forehead. “It was simply fine until it wasn’t.”
“Mm.” Luo Binghe nuzzled closer. “You never know how you’ll feel in the moment.”
They were as close as could be, but Luo Binghe nuzzled even closer still. Shen Qingqiu felt a sharp pressure on his ribcage. It seemed he was trying to crawl into his skin and live inside of it.
“Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu spoke sternly, and Luo Binghe relaxed at the warning, giving him some breathing space. “Thank you, Binghe.”
“Shizun…” Luo Binghe kissed his neck softly. “Shizun is the best thing that has ever happened to me.” His voice was cracking slightly. Hasn’t this boy cried enough today?! “Whatever Shizun wants to do, whatever Shizun doesn’t want to do, this one is appreciative.”
“I truly did enjoy it at first, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu hesitated. Luo Binghe always said these heavy, emotional things so effortlessly, it made it easy to forgot how hard it was to repeat them back to him. “But, my Binghe, never forget that you are my everything as well.”
Binghe shot up and Shen Qingqiu awkwardly pushed his face into his neck, not wanting to look at him while he spoke. “I will never leave you, Binghe.” Shen Qingqiu felt his mouth drying, and rushed to get all of his sappiness out before he lost the ability to speak. “I will never leave you, no matter what happens, no matter what you say. You can be honest with me. I accept all of you gladly, my Binghe. I accept all of you.”
Wetness was pooling onto his neck and chest.
“Do you believe me, Binghe?” Shen Qingqiu stroked his hair slowly.
“Yes, Shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu gently lifted his chin up to look at him. “Truly?”
Luo Binghe looked at him through wet, dark red eyes.
You can be honest with me.
“I want to, Shizun.” Luo Binghe sobbed. “I really, really want to.”
Shen Qingqiu kissed him softly, stroking his hair, pulling him into an embrace.
He had originally planned for them to get dressed and go back to their bed at the bamboo house, but they fell asleep, naked and entwined together on the hard wood floor in the cold, dilapated woodshed. Shen Qingqiu thinks it may have been the best sleep he’s gotten in his entire life.