Luo Binghe froze. Shen Qingqiu was normally a back sleeper, but tonight he was laid fully on his stomach with his legs splayed. Luo Binghe had thought nothing of it, but now, looking a little harder, he realised with a fierce, heady rush, that something was amiss. Something… there was something hidden there, nestled between Shizun's legs. With shaking hands, Luo Binghe peeled back the hem of his Shizun's sleeping robe. He was only going to take a little peek. He just needed to make sure that Shizun was okay. He felt sick with trepidation as he eased the bedclothes over the swell of Shizun's rear. His mouth instantly went dry when he confirmed what he'd suspected; his teacher wasn't wearing any underwear. Not only that, but there, between his legs, winked a heavy, clear glass disc, one side pressed flush against Shizun's most intimate place.
The scent was stronger there. It assaulted Luo Binghe's nose and left him reeling. His cock stiffened so fast that he felt dizzy, the room spinning for a moment. His cheeks grew warm with embarrassment at the massive tent in his robes — he could only be thankful that Shizun was sound asleep and couldn't see how Luo Binghe's erection pointed towards him like a dowsing rod. But as much trouble as his body was causing him, the smell that clung to Shizun was delicious. Intoxicating. He wallowed in shame as he lowered his head closer to Shizun's skin and inhaled deeply, his cock jumping when sweet, concentrated musk hit him all at once. He reached carefully between Shizun's legs to investigate the glass disc, struggling to get a hold on its slippery edges. Slick coated his fingers. It seemed to be attached to Shizun somehow, because an experimental tug met with resistance. Luo Binghe tightened his grip around it and gave a firm pull. The base came away in his hands to reveal a long, coiled length of thick glass that slid free with a wet sound from the depths of Shizun's body.
Luo Binghe stared at the thing, slippery with Shizun's juices. Now that the glass disc was gone, he could clearly see the fat, glistening outer lips of Shizun's pussy, still plump with arousal. Wetness stained the inside of his thighs. He tossed the toy aside, bowled over with disbelief and exasperation. Was this really what Shizun had been doing all the time? He couldn't help but feel a little put out. Why did he even need to waste time with a dildo when Luo Binghe was here? His pillar was far bigger. Luo Binghe had been just a room away fantasising about Shizun's body while his teacher had been holed up in his room hoarding his pleasure to himself, letting Luo Binghe pine away with nothing but his hand. It was unfair, unspeakably cruel.
The wicked germ of an idea sprouted in his mind. Shizun had always been a heavy sleeper. Even when Luo Binghe had removed the dildo, he hadn't so much as stirred. Luo Binghe had wanted to save Shizun's virginity for marriage, but… well, his beloved was clearly no stranger to carnal pleasure. If Luo Binghe fully intended to claim him later, surely it was fine to have a quick taste now? He would never despoil Shizun's virtue. This was just... a head start. Shizun would be none the wiser. It couldn't hurt.
He pulled the dishevelled robes higher until they were bunched around Shen Qingqiu's hips and his whole ass was exposed. All his good senses screamed at him that this was wrong, that he shouldn't expose Shizun like this, that he needed to cherish and respect him. His baser instincts were enamoured with how plump and biteable Shizun's ass looked. Luo Binghe wanted to kiss and bite and suck on it until Shizun was marked by his teeth, even though he knew it was impossible. Shizun would surely notice. Any permanent marks were off-limits. He settled for groping instead, kneading the soft flesh between his palms. His cock was harder than diamonds and he fought to free himself from the confines of his clothing. The weeping, rosy head bounced free of his underwear and pointed proudly towards the ceiling, throbbing with intent.
"Ah... mn!" Luo Binghe grunted, stuffing his sleeve into his mouth to muffle his noise as he settled between his sleeping Shizun's spread legs and hurriedly slid the tip of his cock along the sticky length of his master's chubby pussy. He felt wired, paranoid, manic. He froze in place, daring not even to breathe when Shizun mumbled in his sleep and nuzzled into the pillows. He could hear his pulse thundering in his ears, the added fear of being caught stoking something animal within him as he furtively loomed over his Shizun in the dark. But Shen Qingqiu soon settled down, his breathing heavy and even with dead sleep. Luo Binghe dared so much as to run his hands up and down his master's slim waist and trim hips, mesmerised by the feeling of his skin. He'd only ever caught sight of Shizun's body in stolen glances from behind the privacy screen while he bathed — but now here he was, up close and naked from the waist down and totally laid bare for Luo Binghe to slake his desire.
Luo Binghe's arms and legs trembled as he fed his cockhead into Shizun's loose, sloppy hole. He was large, both in length and girth, he knew that — but he slipped into Shizun's cunt like a dream, the way eased for him by the glass dildo. Shizun's hole eagerly sucked him in and held tight, gripping him so beautifully that his eyes rolled. He strained from the effort of thrusting without causing too much movement, his glutes and abs flexing. Luo Binghe fucked into Shen Qingqiu's wet heat as fast as he dared, desperate to properly mount him but only able to fuck deep and agonisingly slow. He could cry with how good it felt as he pleasured himself. If only he'd known what Shen Qingqiu had been doing, he could have snuck into his bedroom after he'd fallen asleep and enjoyed his pussy hundreds of times instead of resigning himself to future plans and fantasies. All he had to do was make sure that he didn't finish inside and Shizun, already expecting to wake up feeling well-fucked, would never know until the day that Luo Binghe chose to claim him properly.
Luo Binghe panted shamelessly and started to thrust more briskly, the tight grip of Shizun's cunt around the head of his cock driving him crazy. His master's body welcomed him, his pussy growing wetter and wetter as Luo Binghe fucked it until he lost track of time, luxuriating in the sucking and stroking of his walls. He kept going and going, his stamina outstripping his desire to cum, except this time he was thankful for it — unlike all the times he'd been desperate to finish and found himself unable until long after his eagerness to touch himself had faded. He was sure he could fuck Shizun all night if he tried, could fuck him until he was raw and the sun was peeking over the horizon. That would be best saved for their marriage, though. For now, he took his virginity with gusto, thrusting into him until his legs burned from the effort and he finally, finally felt the beginnings of an orgasm start to tingle through his core.
Excitement and the realisation that he was going to cum from fucking Shizun, his Shizun, that it was Shen Qingqiu's virgin pussy that had given him pleasure, made him lose his pace as well as his self-awareness. He ground against him, more humping than thrusting, and blanketed Shen Qingqiu's body with his own. He felt warm, and safe, and so, so good, surrounded by the feel of Shizun's skin and the smell of his hair and the softness of his pussy. Luo Binghe whined and shoved his fist into his mouth, gushing inside Shen Qingqiu until cum leaked from around his cock and dribbled onto the sheets. He moaned, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Reality crashed down on him like he'd been doused with ice water. Fuck, he— he hadn't meant to do that! He'd only wanted to enjoy Shizun's body a little, pull out in time and finish himself off before his teacher awoke. Shen Qingqiu would wake up tomorrow morning none the wiser, and Luo Binghe would bring him breakfast with a smile. He definitely was not supposed to have finished inside him.
Worse was that his hasty retreat made Shen Qingqiu stir with a mumble. Luo Binghe watched with horror as Shen Qingqiu animated little by little, his eyes cracking open in the dark. He rolled onto his back with a confused, sleepy complaint.
"Binghe, what were you…" he didn't finish. His eyes darted between Luo Binghe's softening cock hanging out of his pants, the discarded dildo at the end of the bed, and the mess between his own legs. Luo Binghe was ready to die, ready to go outside and fall on Zheng Yang. He'd ruined everything, everything, by just not being careful enough. He started to tremble, his eyes filling with tears. He must have been possessed by some temporary insanity. Shizun had shown mercy on him at the Immortal Alliance Conference, and in return Luo Binghe had polluted him with his perverted desire, stolen his virginity as a thief in the night, given him yet another reason to cast him away—
"I'm sorry, Shizun," he said, his voice breaking, "this disciple was wrong, this disciple will take any punishment, I—"
To his surprise, Shen Qingqiu reacted to his distress with alarm. He pushed himself into a sitting position and took Luo Binghe by the shoulders, using his sleeves to dry the tears that were now coursing down his face. Luo Binghe hiccupped wetly and threw himself into his Shizun's arms.
"Binghe, don't cry," he chided softly, "this master isn't angry, stop that, aren't you embarrassed to be crying at your age? I'm just… surprised. I'd thought— I mean, it's not— It's alright. Of course you'd have... urges."
Luo Binghe clung to Shen Qingqiu with tight fists. His Shizun gently stroked his hair and sighed deeply.
"I suppose I've never… taught you anything about it. It's only natural that someone like you would be curious about this kind of thing," he murmured.
Luo Binghe flushed. 'Someone like him'...? Had Shizun picked up on how pent up and frustrated Luo Binghe had become recently…?
"Really, you should be learning this kind of thing with girls, not an old, wizened man like me... but it's always good to have some experience under your belt so that your first time is good," Shen Qingqiu continued to muse. "It wouldn't do for you to fumble things with women... Ah, but you've made such a mess…"
Luo Binghe largely stopped paying Shizun's muttering any mind once he was sure that he wasn't going to be kicked off the peak, contenting himself with clinging to his waist. He was unprepared, therefore, for the sudden sensation of a hand cupping his bare cock where it still hung from his robes. He jumped with a soft moan.
"Sh-Shizun...?" he said tentatively, hopefully.
"It's okay, Binghe," Shizun said tenderly, squeezing and stroking him back to hardness. His cock reacted with instant delight. "This master will take responsibility for your education."
That was all Luo Binghe needed to hear. He scrambled to his knees, panting at the touch of Shizun's hand. Shen Qingqiu stroked with an inverted grip, his palm dwarfed by the sheer size of his disciple's pillar. Luo Binghe's hips rocked back and forth, the friction of Shizun's palm making his cock dribble clear precum against his wrist.
"When a man and a woman are about to be intimate, the woman might prepare the man like this to arouse him for penetration."
"Nn, nnn... I, ah— know how to prepare, Shizun..." Luo Binghe gasped.
"Oh," Shen Qingqiu said, "of course you do. Someone of your age— of course. We can move on to more difficult stuff, then."
Luo Binghe struggled not to chase his hand when it pulled away, even though he knew there was a richer prize to come. Shizun leaned back against the pillows again, his gaze shy and avoidant. He hiked up his sleeping robes and revealed his leaking hole, giving Luo Binghe a good view of where his cum was dripping out of him.
"Now remember, this is just for direction," he said.
"Of course, Shizun," Luo Binghe agreed shamelessly. Shen Qingqiu's legs spread for him and hooked around his waist, his chest heaving. He jumped when Luo Binghe's cock smacked against his raw, overstimulated pussy.
Luo Binghe, for his part, could barely conceal his excitement. While earlier had been a furtive, stolen pleasure, plucking the ripe fruit that had been taunting him for so long, this was much better, beyond fantasy. This is what he'd wanted, but had never expected to get so soon. He wanted to— to fuck Shizun until his eyes were rolling back in his head, until he was thrashing and screaming on the end of Luo Binghe's engorged cock. He wanted to ruin him for anyone else, to pound his pussy so thoroughly that Shen Qingqiu became addicted to it. Until his reserved, blushing Shizun became a squirming slut for him, his body craving Luo Binghe's touch.
Things went a little differently than that. Shen Qingqiu gasped when Luo Binghe entered him again, a look crossing his face that Luo Binghe had never seen before but was suddenly aching to see again. It was immediately followed by a visible wince when Luo Binghe enthusiastically pushed deeper, a hiss of pain escaping through his teeth. He braced a hand against Luo Binghe's shoulder to steady him.
It took tremendous effort for Luo Binghe to slow himself down, rocking up into Shizun inch by inch instead of plunging into him from root to tip the way he craved. Eventually, his efforts paid off; the hand on his shoulder slackened and Shen Qingqiu relaxed back against the bed, little laboured breaths escaping through slightly parted lips. Luo Binghe began to speed up, experimenting with shifting angles and varying strokes. In truth, he really didn't have that much knowledge; he mainly concentrated on tracking Shizun's noises, the minute changes in his expression, the trembling and clenching of his cunt whenever Luo Binghe did something right.
"What would a girl say, Shizun?" he prompted, bracing himself with his hands planted either side of Shen Qingqiu's head.
"She might… ask you for more if it's good. That's how you know she's enjoying it."
"But how will I know what it sounds like? I need you to tell me."
"Bing— ah, she… she might moan, or say m… m-more, like — unh! — like this: more, uh, more, please… do me harder, ah ah Binghe, wait, I was just demonstrating—"
"And if it felt really good, Shizun?!" Luo Binghe wheezed, spurred to thrust vigorously. "How would she sound then?"
"She might— Hnn! Uh! Binghe! More, more, ohhh, that's — hah! — that's good, right there, Binghe, ohhh, she might say, hah, that's the spot—"
"Shizun!" Luo Binghe groaned, mesmerised by the wet, rhythmic clap, clap, clap of their bodies. That was the sound of Shizun's pussy taking his cock, he realised — really taking it — and the thought gave him aggressive, possessive pleasure. That was the sound of Luo Binghe claiming what he'd come to consider his since that first day in the Skinner's Lair. It must have been exciting Shen Qingqiu too, because his pussy was so wet that Luo Binghe's huge cock pounded him easily, his teacher's slick coating his length and soaking his balls. His cunt clutched at Luo Binghe like an ardent lover, the tender pulses of his pelvic muscles stroking and kissing every inch.
Shen Qingqiu continued to babble, and Luo Binghe dropped in the occasional prompt to keep the premise going while he ruined his Shizun's well-fucked pussy for the second time. Shizun sneaked a hand between his legs to tap on the rosy bud that crowned his slit. Luo Binghe quickly followed suit, knocking his hand away so that he could take its place. Playing with that bud must have been making Shizun feel good, because every time Luo Binghe touched it, Shen Qingqiu's walls fluttered delightfully. He alternated between sharp taps and rough circles until his Shizun's legs were shaking, moans replacing gasps as the pleasure became overwhelming. Each flutter drove Luo Binghe closer to orgasm as well, compounded by the thought that he and Shizun were going to cum together, that he was balls deep in Shizun's pussy for real and not just in the dreamscape. He tossed his head back and cried out, stuffing as much of his cock into his master as he could in the final seconds before erupting.
"Ah, yes, y-yes! Cum inside, you must cum inside her, Binghe, definitely make sure you — hnn — breed your wives..."
"Wife," Luo Binghe agreed, no longer cognizant of the script. He moaned, long and loud, while he emptied his balls for a second time into his Shizun's waiting pussy. "Shizun, I will, I'll breed you... Shizun, wife, my wife..."
Shen Qingqiu sobbed and came, writhing beneath him. His face was the picture of ecstasy, his eyes half-closed and his mouth slack. He recovered long before Luo Binghe did, falling boneless against the mattress while Luo Binghe was still cumming, wracked by the electric jolts of his climax. Eventually he collapsed on top, the both of them exhausted and sweaty and covered in various fluids.
After a while, Shen Qingqiu spoke. "That was a good first attempt, Binghe. Now you know the best way to go about it."
"Yes, Shizun," Luo Binghe mumbled into his skin, "I'll definitely make sure to use this technique again in the future."