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Shen Qingqiu did like going on the little missions that Mu Qingfang often sent them on, he and Liu Qingge. They made a good team, brains and brawn, knowledge and firepower. Though even if they hadn’t worked so well together, Liu Qingge would likely have insisted. His shidi was so protective! He’d really taken Shen Qingqiu’s health on as a project after the Without a Cure debacle and fallout.
This time, Mu Qingfang wanted a specific crucible that could be used to distill the essence of medicinal herbs or whatnot into powerful elixirs. It was written about in many of the histories, but the last known whereabouts were in the treasure room of a demonic clan that had long ago fallen, their palace deserted and booby-trapped.
The story tickled something in Shen Qingqiu’s mind, but he couldn’t put a finger on it. Oh well, he’d rely on his ingenuity!
They found the palace easily enough; it was close to the borderlands, and totally abandoned. Shen Qingqiu did know that all demonic palaces in this region were organized similarly, so was able to lead them to the treasure room quickly. The puzzle on the main palace door had been simple, and they’d noticed and avoided a few traps in the halls with ease. Soon, they gazed through a wide door into a sparkling hall of mirrors that reflected the glow of their qi-orb torches. As they watched, bespelled sconces in the room itself began to light up on their own, and the room brightened slowly, like dawn breaking.
Ever suspicious, Liu Qingge took the lead, and stepped into the room. Instantly, the door disappeared, and Shen Qingqiu felt a horrible tugging in his core, and then everything went black.
When the dizziness subsided, Shen Qingqiu opened his eyes to find himself inside the treasure room, alone. Startled, he spun quickly around, trying to find Liu Qingge, or the door; but neither were visible. Finally, his own reflection in the mirrored wall caught his eye. It wasn’t normal; in fact, it wasn’t him at all. It was Liu Qingge! He was in Liu Qingge’s body!
Horrified, Shen Qingqiu put the pieces together. Of course the story sounded familiar, he knew it from PIDW! But instead of looking for a medicinal crucible, Luo Bingge had been looking for a gem of power that would sharpen his control over, uh, whatever. It had been a very obvious macguffin, a transparent excuse for a wife plot. And the wife herself had been the long lost princess of this palace, bespelled in sleep somewhere upstairs! Luo Bingge had awoken her first, and immediately falling in love with his handsome face and powerful aura, she had guided him to the treasure room.
The princess had gone in first, and as soon as she crossed the threshold, Luo Bingge had body swapped into her; she had thought she was immune to this defense, being the palace’s rightful princess. But instead, the room’s defensive curse could sense intent! It knew she was giving the clan treasures (and probably herself) away to an interloper and struck!
She did however know the solution to the body swap curse.
Airplane had described in great detail how the princess, in Luo Bingge’s body outside the room, could see him in her body through the mirrored glass. How she told Luo Bingge, blushing and stammering the whole time, that in order to swap back and open the door, the trapped body must experience the most incredible pleasure, what that body preferred to all else.
“And what is that for your body, princess?” Luo Bingge had asked her.
She had replied– that she loved to be penetrated, and by something really, really– big.
Luo Bingge had looked around the treasure room, which in the usual PIDW style housed several jade dildos, nipple clamps, whips and paddles and sex benches and other depraved objects. He pointed to each dildo he saw in order of increasing size, but she had stuttered out, ‘no, no, no, I need bigger!’ each time.
“Well,” Luo Bingge had said, after pointing at the largest, sized like a man’s fist, “my body has something bigger, if you want it.”
“But you’re trapped outside!” she had gasped. “I mean, I am, in your body!”
Luo Bingge then had focused on Xin Mo, strapped to his body’s waist, his powerful hand reaching out to the doorless wall, and controlled it with his mind as he told her to raise it, and together they cut a portal through into the treasure room.
Shen Qingqiu then really blushed remembering. The forums went crazy over this one. He, Shen Yuan, had been deeply uncomfortable as he read this part: Luo Bingge and Princess Wife #342 undressing each other, still body-swapped. Luo Bingge urging his own naked body down on the floor, and in the wife’s body, straddling the mighty Heavenly Pillar and taking it into her tight, virgin (but apparently extremely stretchy) mossy grove.
The text itself declined to comment on how it felt for Luo Bingge. It did not report his thoughts. Shen Yuan remembers sweating in his computer chair as he contemplated this.
But, as with much of the (probably unrealistic? the eternal virgin Shen Yuan had hypothesized) papapa in the stupid novel, Wife #342’s body orgasmed as soon as Luo Bingge’s pillar bottomed out, and they switched back into their own bodies. And then all was right in the world, as Luo Bingge rolled her over and resumed the proper order of things: papapa, ‘oh, it’s so big– oh I’ve never been so satisfied!’ etc, new addition to harem, blah blah blah.
Shen Yuan had thought about, specifically, whether it was the wife who experienced the orgasm, or Luo Bingge who did. When did the swap actually occur? He couldn’t decide; he felt really– weird about it, so tried to forget about the scene. There was another 10k the next day, so he had, relieved, moved on to write a long post of (really needed! much merited! con-crit!) about the new stuff, and never wrote anything about the Size Princess Wife.
But here they are! Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge, in the same predicament! Only there’s no Xin Mo to transport Liu Qingge in. And it isn’t– it isn’t like they could solve the puzzle the same way. Liu Qingge was no wife number anything to crave being filled by giant dick!
So instead, Shen Qingqiu will have to ask (out loud!) his super-taciturn, very modest, extremely straight shidi how he likes to masturbate!! And then do it! To his body! Ahhhhhhh! Truly this world desires nothing more than Shen Qingqiu’s constant humiliation. And how can it do so dirty the upright, honorable and chaste Liu Qingge! He doesn’t want to have this old man touch his body, that way least of all!
Regardless, it seemed it must be done.
While he had reviewed the gory original details, Liu Qingge had not been idle. Shen Qingqiu couldn’t see him; the treasure hall was made of mirrored glass, but one-way mirrors. Liu Qingge could see in, but Shen Qingqiu couldn’t see out. But boy, could he hear! Liu Qingge was clearly trying to smash his way into the room with brute force and spiritual energy. Shen Qingqiu could hear him grunting as he escalated the power of his attacks, as each was proved ineffective.
“Liu shidi, stop!” Shen Qingqiu called. “I know how to get out of the trap!”
Shen Qingqiu heard the great crashing and zing! of sword glares shooting all over grow quiet.
“How?” Liu Qingge’s gruff response didn’t suit Shen Qingqiu’s smoother voice; it was jarring to the ear.
“Please stay calm, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu began, frantically composing the least-offensive way to phrase the solution. “In order to return us to our own bodies, and re-open the door to the treasure room, this– your– body must…”
“Must what?” Liu Qingge interjected, impatiently.
Shen Qingqiu noticed how much rougher and more calloused, not to mention bigger, Liu Qingge’s fingers and hands were than his own as he wrung them anxiously.
“Must… achieve, er, completion.” Silence from outside the treasure room. Shen Qingqiu fidgeted, but forced himself to continue.
“And must do so in the– in shidi’s preferred– ah, that is, using shidi’s preferred method. Ideally– well, to reverse the body swap curse, it must be the way shidi likes best,” Shen Qingqiu stammered out.
More silence.
“Liu shidi?” Shen Qingqiu called, softly. Had merely telling him the solution made Liu Qingge qi-deviate?? Was Shen Qingqiu stuck here forever with the macguffin and the crucible and— he looked around him, increasingly alarmed— jade dildos of many shapes and sizes, ancient nipple clamps, and were those— anal beads?!
Outside, unseen, Liu Qingge cleared his throat; once, then twice. Shen Qingqiu waited, on tenterhooks. Was he struck dumb?!
Finally, a voice! “Shen shixiong means– orgasm?” Liu Qingge asked, flatly.
So he DOES understand! Shen Qingqiu thought to himself, remembering Madame Meiyin’s rose pond. He does know what sex is! Probably!
“Ah, yes.” Shen Qingqiu replied, hesitantly. “Yes, and in the way… the way you like best.” They both contemplated this in silence for a few moments.
Embarrassed and miserable, for himself and his friend, Shen Qingqiu blurted: “Liu shidi, I am so sorry it has come to this! This master promises never to tell another soul about what happens here, and will forget all the details as soon as he is free! Please, trust this one that he would never betray your… any secret of Liu shidi’s.”
A grunt. An acknowledging grunt, at least?
“But Shen shixiong in my– in my body… is alone in the room,” Liu Qingge ventured, cautiously.
What?! Is he saying– is Liu Qingge saying he prefers to fuck?! Well, it’s not an option, Liu shidi, there is no swooning and interested maiden here! Just your awkward, inexperienced shixiong!
Flustered, Shen Qingqiu revised his mental model of his taciturn and immaculate shidi. ‘Does the War God fuck?!’ he asked himself, stunned.
“Ah, yes,” Shen Qingqiu sputtered. “So it will have to be… the way Liu Qingge prefers, when, ah, alone?”
“Hmm,” his companion replied, thoughtfully. “You’ll need… supplies.”
Shen Qingqiu felt paralyzed with shock. His eyes darted around the room, at the various ‘supplies.’
“Can shidi be… more specific?” Shen Qingqiu ground out.
“Ointment,” Liu Qingge said.
Relieved, Shen Qingqiu’s body returned to his conscious control. He walked to a handsome polished wood sideboard which held many beautiful glass and crystal bottles. He sniffed a selection, and found one with an inoffensive scent (and hopefully without added magical capabilities). Flushing, he tested a drop on his fingertips. It was indeed xianxia lube. Shen Qingqiu waited, nervous, for it to have some horrible delayed effect, like burning or tingling or truth serum; but it remained inert, though laudably still slick on his fingers after several minutes and some exploratory rubbing.
Shen Qingqiu felt more and more unreal as he contemplated next steps. It was… was this really to be his first sexual experience with another person? A jack-off session with his bro? He’d heard, or rather read, that this was something some straight men did. Watch porn together, and– do this. But to be told what to do; for Liu Qingge to be forced to admit to his preferences, and then Shen Qingqiu to have to know them! Surely this was too much; what kind of stallion novel was this, anyway?!
“Ah,” Shen Qingqiu said, to the mirror he was pretty sure hid Liu Qingge from his view. He looked now into his shidi’s stunningly beautiful face, which was, incredibly, currently his own. “What, um; what next?”
“More supplies,” Liu Qingge said.
Shen Qingqiu froze again. “...which?” he mustered.
“Table behind you, to your left,” was the reply.
Shen Qingqiu clutched his bottle of lube and turned slowly around. On his left, a table full of whips and flails; on his right, a table with a sparkling array of jade phalluses. Which– what– oh dear.
“My left now??” Shen Qingqiu squeaked. How would he even– how do you whip yourself? Oh god, this was too advanced!
“No, no; now it’s your right,” Liu Qingge replied.
Shen Qingqiu sagged in relief. Whatever quirks he had, Shen Yuan had not been an M, and in his limited experience as Shen Qingqiu, this body had never responded favorably to pain. Whew!
However– however!! Shen Qingqiu tensed again. But that meant!! The dildos!!
His mind was blank. He had no thoughts, head empty. Suddenly, the original scene flashed before his eyes–was he going to point at each one, and Liu Qingge nervously admit that he wanted bigger? What! How! Oh god!
Without his conscious control, he’d stepped over to the terrifying tableau of phalluses. His hand was stretched out– toward the largest one! The one he imagined Luo Bingge had held, smirking, as Size Queen Wife stammered outside that even it wasn’t enough for her. Mesmerized, Shen Qingqiu watched his hand shake as it approached the jade monster cock, which seemed bigger and bigger the closer he got to it!
“No,” came Liu Qingge’s gruff reply, in Shen Qingqiu’s softer voice. “Not that one. The third one from the left.”
Spellbound, Shen Qingqiu turned his whole body leftward, and was relieved to find a more respectably sized model; even, dare he say, normal sized. Not any bigger than his own cock, in his usual body, Shen Qingqiu thought. A relief. He picked it up. It was a lovely spring green color, swirled with white; smoothly carved, almost soft in the hand. It beggared belief that he was thinking it but– it was almost pretty?!
“And shidi… would like…” Shen Qingqiu rasped, staring at the implement in his hand, clutching the lube bottle in the other.
The very air was strained, tense. At length, Liu Qingge replied, almost timidly.
“You said it had to be what I liked best,” he said.
Shen Qingqiu gulped, scrambling for some reassuring reply. But it was Liu Qingge’s turn to have an outburst.
“Shen Qingqiu,” Liu Qingge whisper-shouted, “Are you sure that this is the only way? This unworthy shidi would hate to… would hate for Shen Qingqiu to do something he found distasteful. Is there not any– a weapon, or any spiritual device we could use? To break open the chamber? Do you… do you really have to– with my body?”
Shen Qingqiu was in agony. How Liu Qingge must hate this! What a terrible invasion of privacy! But if there was anything Shen Qingqiu knew for sure, it was how this world worked. It ran on wife plots and sex pollen, the wheels and gears of the plot greased with lube and unmentionable emissions. There would be no other way. They would have to bear it.
“I’m sorry, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu said, as sympathetically as he could. “We must. Now… what do I do, uh, next?” Shen Qingqiu gathered all his courage. His shidi’s– his friend’s– body was trapped in here, and despite his deep embarrassment, only Shen Qingqiu could free him.
Even though he couldn’t see him, Shen Qingqiu knew that Liu Qingge had to be watching. His eyes darted from object to object, place to place, to make sure he avoided accidental unwanted eye contact. In the middle of the room, there was a space set aside from the tables and shelves of, er, treasures. It was carpeted with soft rugs, and strewn with inviting cushions– a nice place for Bing-ge to push down a new wife. Shen Qingqiu steeled himself, and went to his knees there, facing off to the right–not turned fully away from his friend, but to the side– and set the bottle and, uh, object down in front of himself.
“This one,” Shen Qingqiu began, haltingly, “has not… is not familiar with the use of… Liu shidi will have to,” Shen Qingqiu choked, and then swallowed hard, recovering, “to instruct this master in the correct method. I don’t… this master could not bear to hurt Liu shidi’s body accidentally.”
There was a smothered noise from outside his prison– pain, frustration? But Liu Qingge collected himself and replied, tensely. “You’ll have to get… undressed,” he said.
Though he tried, it was impossible for Shen Qingqiu to easily remove Liu Qingge’s unfamiliar clothes with his eyes closed. Frustrated by how tight the knots were tied, he opened his eyes to help himself in the struggle. It was– how bad could it be, to see another man’s body? He had one of his own, after all. The more difficult part was to come after.
Shen Qingqiu could not help noticing all the differences between this other man’s body and his usual one; both his original goods and his newer model. And it wasn’t as though he didn’t already know that Liu Qingge was an unparalleled beauty. He’d been surprised at how pretty he was, meeting him those years ago in the Lingxi caves, but on reflection as Liu Mingyan’s brother his beauty did make narrative sense. Shen Qingqiu’s body and face were meant to mark him as an aloof immortal; beautiful, sure, not notably so. Liu Qingge’s genes were on a different level.
And he knew, from sparring and from watching him work, that Liu Qingge was strong, and worked hard on his physical cultivation. Cheng Luan was an enormous, powerful blade, and so– so it made sense that Liu Qingge’s abs were so thick with muscle, his pecs so round and smooth. This was all very normal, and expected, Shen Qingqiu thought furiously, as he folded the layers of Liu Qingge’s robes and set them down– away from himself, to keep them safe from– any mess.
Even Liu Qingge’s forearms, usually hidden by his bracers, were perfect– thickly muscled, but still sleek. Shen Qingqiu felt himself staring at Liu Qingge’s lovely arms, and then heard a gurgling noise from outside the room– oh, Liu Qingge could see him! Shit shit shit!
Shen Qingqiu looked away from Liu Qingge’s body, but unfortunately the room was made of mirrors, and he couldn’t avoid seeing himself from several angles. Kneeling like that, meeting his own horrified gaze in the mirror in front of him, he was unable to miss seeing the other reflections– the room was six sided, so there were many. Liu Qingge’s back was also– it was very impressive. Mesmerized, Shen Qingqiu lifted his arms and watched the muscles shift in Liu Qingge’s shoulders. Really, a remarkable body. Anyone would be transfixed.
“Pants,” Liu Qingge choked, from outside the room. Oh, boy, Shen Qingqiu thought. Here we go.
Shen Qingqiu tried to keep his eyes unfocused, unseeing, as he undid the ties of Liu Qingge’s pants and slid them down, lifting one knee and then the other to slip them off his legs. As terrifying as it had been to contemplate becoming body-swapped JO buddies with Liu Qingge, Shen Qingqiu was absolutely unable to evaluate how he felt about what was likely to happen next. Shen Qingqiu had never, either as Shen Yuan or Shen Qingqiu, touched that part of himself. He had heard… read somewhere, probably in a forum post by an enraged fangirl, that that part of a man– his face must be purple with blushes by now– could feel good in anyone, and it didn’t mean you were gay if you liked it. Girls could touch you there, too, Shen Qingqiu told himself. It didn’t mean anything. It was just bodies. If Liu Qingge’s body– if his body liked this thing best– well, that was fine.
Shen Qingqiu reached toward the bottle of lube. His hand froze when Liu Qingge, unseen, cleared his throat again.
“First,” Liu Qingge said, “tuck the pillar between your knees, to warm it up.”
Liu Qingge really knew what he was doing, Shen Qingqiu thought, as he resolutely didn’t watch himself snuggle the jade piece in between his thighs. It was cold at first– it would have been startling, he realized, had he first touched it somewhere else.
“Now the ointment,” Liu Qingge instructed. Shen Qingqiu nodded, speechless and still almost sleepwalking through his own life. He dribbled some lube onto his index finger and–
“Two,” came Liu Qingge’s voice from outside the hall of mirrors.
Cautiously, Shen Qingqiu extended his middle finger as well, and coated it with lube.
A cough. “Just… outside first. Rub.”
Though surely he was moving normally, it felt like slow motion as Shen Qingqiu reached around behind himself and touched— there.
He almost laughed, startled by how fine it was; it felt– normal, like skin and muscle. His body wasn’t surprised by his fingers, he didn’t jump. Shen Qingqiu wondered if it was habit, muscle memory. Surely touching yourself here felt strange the first time? But if it was his favorite, maybe Liu Qingge did this often.
Remembering his instructions, Shen Qingqiu rubbed a little circle over that place. He took an uneven breath. It did feel good, actually. And it wasn’t scary; it was only his own hand. Or, rather, Liu Qingge’s.
“Does it,” another clearing of the throat followed, “Is it ok?” Liu Qingge asked
“It’s fine, shidi,” Shen Qingqiu replied, calmly, a bit disassociated, to be honest. “What next?”
“Ah,” Liu Qingge replied. Shen Qingqiu could easily picture his red face, red ears. “Hmm,” Liu Qingge added, unhelpfully.
Shen Qingqiu waited. He was startled to realize that the tip of his index finger, without any instruction, had begun to dip in, just a little; a tiny occasional push, during the rubbing. His body— fluttered? It didn’t— nothing so far had hurt. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
“Stretching,” Liu Qingge managed to say. Pretty nonspecific, Shen Qingqiu thought; if he’d been told this was the next step beforehand, he would have been crippled with anxiety. ‘How??’ he would have thought. But Liu Qingge’s body knew already, probably. It seemed clear how to proceed. Shen Qingqiu slipped both fingers inside.
“Oh,” he said, mostly to himself. Distantly, he heard Liu Qingge make another noise of unclear meaning. But he was focused on himself, on the new feelings.
Obviously, he wasn’t surprised that it was hot, or tight on his fingers. It was his own– Liu Qingge’s, he corrected himself– body, and just like a mouth or armpit it could be expected to be warm. And like the grip of lips, or fingers, this part of the body was strong too. Shen Qingqiu relaxed and drew on his memory of endless PT sessions as Shen Yuan, at being coached to relax into stretches to help his back pain. He breathed in and out and focused. The fingers slid in further, easily down to his curled palm, and Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help a small sound of surprise at how easy it was. How vaguely nice it felt.
“Alright?” Liu Qingge’s voice came through the wall. Shen Qingqiu nodded, knowing Liu Qingge could see him.
Experimentally, Shen Qingqiu slid his fingers in and out. It was slippery and easy with the magical lube. The motion was very– satisfying, almost but not quite in the same way that sliding a fist up and down his cock did, but the pleasure was much more muted. Not sharp, not intense; not leading to anything in particular. The area was sensitive and liked being touched, though. Shen Qingqiu felt happy that his friend had found something he enjoyed so much!
‘Stretching,’ Shen Qingqiu mused. So… more fingers?
The third finger went in just as easily as the first two had, and the stretch also felt strangely good. Shen Qingqiu had expected it to hurt, to have to breathe through pain the way he had at PT working on a tight muscle, but honestly it just felt– great.
“What next,” Shen Qingqiu said. Why did he sound so breathy? Everything was going fine, no problems here. Maybe Liu Qingge wouldn’t notice.
Strangely, he could hear Liu Qingge breathing now. Maybe the walls were getting thinner as he got closer to breaking the body-swap curse? That must be it.
“Put it in,” Liu Qingge growled. Shen Qingqiu frowned. Was he mad? He had said he liked this. Maybe he was angry at having Shen Qingqiu touch him. But it would soon be over, and then they didn’t ever have to talk about it again, if Liu Qingge didn’t want to.
Shen Qingqiu heard himself sigh a little when he pulled out his fingers. He shifted a little to release the now body-warm jade pillar from between his knees. With another palmful of lube, he stroked it once, watching himself. Now that it was warm– it looked normal, and familiar. Just a hand around a cock. Shen Qingqiu had seen that many times. No problem. And if it was going somewhere else… well, if that was what Liu Qingge liked best, it was fine. It didn’t mean anything about him. And especially it didn’t mean anything about Shen Qingqiu, whose body it wasn’t!
It took a moment for Shen Qingqiu to figure out the right angle. Unlike his fingers, the jade pillar didn’t bend, but soon enough it slid in, catching a little at the flare of the head, and then going in easy with the shaft. It was not that much bigger than his fingers had been, and even though it was hard and unyielding, the stretch again felt good, satisfying. Shen Qingqiu felt a little thrill go through him at the realization that this was some foreign external thing inside him; not his usual, boring fingers– or, actually, Liu Qingge’s usual fingers? Whatever. The whole point was to feel good, to feel excited. This was ok.
Shen Qingqiu had bent over a little, to get the angle right. Thankfully Liu Qingge kept his hair in a tidy ponytail, so it didn’t fall over his face. He saw himself in the mirror. Liu Qingge’s cheekbones were dusted with pink, and his mouth was open. He looked– well, he didn’t look like he was in pain! This was fine.
“Anything else, shidi?” Shen Qingqiu managed to say, even while his hand, behind him, kept working at a steady pace. He’d started to pull it almost all the way out, to enjoy the flare of the head stretching him a bit. He resettled his hips, and felt a glancing new pleasure at the next stroke, but couldn’t find it again. Maybe Liu Qingge could tell him how.
“Yes,” Liu Qingge said from outside. Shen Qingqiu noticed, distantly, that from the side-view mirror-reflection his back looked a bit arched. Just so he could reach easier, he thought.
“You–” Liu Qingge started, and then coughed. “Put your chest on the ground. Keep your hips up. Angle down with– with it.”
It was simple to tip forward a little more; Shen Qingqiu put his free hand on the ground to help ease his torso to the floor. The carpets weren’t just soft; they smelled sweet and clean. They must be enchanted to stay like this, with the palace abandoned so long! Shen Qingqiu was grateful. He wiggled a little, settling his weight on his chest. The plush rug felt good against his skin. He’d turned his head to the side when he went down– absently, he realized he was probably facing Liu Qingge. But surely– surely he’d seen this all before. It was fine for him to watch. It was his own body, after all. It was ok that Shen Qingqiu didn’t feel embarrassed.
Liu Qingge had said to angle down. Shen Qingqiu experimented a bit, thankful for Liu Qingge’s flexibility and long arms. Oh! Oh, there was that feeling again. Ah, Liu Qingge was so reliable, so good with his body. With his torso braced, he was able to hit that place inside with every stroke. The formless, directionless pleasure of it all started to coalesce. Shen Qingqiu could see why Liu Qingge liked this. His body clearly–- it was good for Liu Qingge’s body. Shen Qingqiu’s breathing was speeding up. He was almost sure that he could hear Liu Qingge’s as well, also fast.
“What else,” Shen Qingqiu mumbled, face pressed to the ground. Though he was sure this would be enough to get him there. It felt good, it felt right. He braced his hips and back and pushed it in harder, faster. Shen Qingqiu heard himself make a sound. Maybe even a series of sounds.
“Other hand,” Liu Qingge panted. “Touch yourself.”
Oh, Shen Qingqiu thought. Well, of course.
His other hand was still wet with the magical lube, and so it really felt amazing when he brought it to his– Liu Qingge’s– cock. It felt normal, familiar in his hand, but it also felt strange and new. It was bigger than he was used to, and the foreskin was longer, so the whole head was covered on the upstroke. It felt amazing. Shen Qingqiu gripped the head through Liu Qingge’s foreskin tightly, and pushed his hips forward and back, into his hand and then onto the jade pillar. Fuck, he thought.
“Fuck, fuck,” he heard himself say.
After that Shen Qingqiu wasn’t sure if Liu Qingge had any other pointers, because his body took over the reins. It was a good thing Liu Qingge was so strong! His abs and glutes pushed and pulled, his arms pumped and stroked, while his mouth panted, but for pleasure, not with strain. It was so good! No wonder Liu Qingge liked it best.
Soon he felt it, his orgasm rising. He fucked himself harder, fisted his cock faster. Ah, here it– it was– oh–
In answer to his previous wonderings, about Luo Bingge and the wife, Shen Qingqiu himself felt the whole thing, the whole toe-curling, involuntary shouting, hip jerking orgasm. It lasted so long. Even after his cock was spent and grew so sensitive he had to let go of it, his ass kept the pleasure going. He smacked the carpet with his now-free hand as he kept grinding the head of the jade cock into his prostate. Come dribbled out of his limp cock in time with his thrusts.
“Ahhhh,” he moaned, as the pleasure finally ebbed.
Suddenly, Shen Qingqiu was standing, his hands both fisted tightly and pressed to the glass in front of him. Oh. Oh, he was back.
He couldn’t avoid seeing Liu Qingge in front of him, just as startled at the transition; eyes wide and shocked, arm tense, hand still firmly grasping the jade pillar, still inside him. And– Liu Qingge couldn’t see him any more, could he? The mirrors were only one-way. So it was ok if– just for a moment, he looked–
But Liu Qingge’s red, sweaty face screwed up in discomfort soon, as he drew the jade pillar out. Shen Qingqiu remembered himself and spun around, facing away. His friend was probably so embarrassed! Frantic, he checked his hair and settled his robes, which were somehow disarrayed. He noticed that he was– that he had responded. Or, had Liu Qingge responded? Well, it was normal, right? He had just been watching the thing he liked best. And wasn’t there something about sympathetic arousal?
Shen Qingqiu frantically circulated his qi through his meridians and meditated on ice. On snow. The problem went away, but slowly.
“Don’t worry,” Shen Qingqiu called, trying desperately to sound calm. “This shixiong isn’t looking. Take your… collect yourself, and this master will wait for you.”
An unclear amount of time later, a neat but flushed Liu Qingge joined him, holding the priceless crystal crucible that Mu Qingfang had sent them for.
“Good job!” Shen Qingqiu said, too loud.
“Let’s go home,” Liu Qingge said, gruffly, finally sounding normal in his own deep voice.
They set off on their swords, victorious; nothing awakened in either of them.
THE END