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It was inevitable that it was going to happen eventually. It was just a matter of when.
He had a good streak going, aside from the whole Without-a-Cure nonsense. Shen Qingqiu would argue that it didn't even count, not really. That was just cured via sex, but it didn't really count as a sex pollen.
Twilight-Blooming Pollen Flowers, however, definitely counted.
"Hah," Shen Qingqiu groaned, shrugging off his robe as he collapsed face first onto the bed, the sheets scratching against his sensitive skin. He felt like he was burning up. Gods, was this how Luo Binghe's wives felt? Like their blood was boiling inside of them and their skin would melt off? He was so sensitive, every brush against his skin lighting him on fire.
Even his hair was irritating him, stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck from the sweat dripping off him. It was miserable, almost miserable enough for him to not be horny at all. Almost.
Unfortunately, a large amount of the heat was building up inside of his stomach. His cock was straining against the front of his inner robe, a dark stain growing from where he was leaking a steady amount of precum in them. He had never leaked this much before. He probably wouldn't even need lube, he thought feverishly, licking his dry lips. Was he dehydrated? He felt dehydrated, sticky everywhere and wrung dry, as if someone had grabbed him with two hands and grabbed him hard enough for him to drip out—
At that thought, he moaned again, and his hips acted without his conscious input, humping against the mattress. Lightning heat zipped down his spine. It felt so good that he did it again, letting out another moan. He was being so loud, it was so embarrassing, he'd have no face after this, but he couldn't stop moving his hips, dragging his cock against the mattress. It was so good. It was so awful and it was so, so good. He was dimly aware that he was panting open mouthed, drool escaping the corners of his lips, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care as much as he ought to. He just wanted to feel that same pleasure building inside of him. He wanted to feel that wonderful friction on his cock, making it pulse in time with his heartbeat.
He should probably take off his robes. They were already tacky with sweat and other fluids, and if he did get naked he could actually wrap a hand around his dick, but it was so hard to try and sit up or to move away from his current position. Maybe the sex pollen would run its course if he came? Maybe he could cum just once, rubbing himself off on his bed like a dumb, horny teenager, and that would be enough? No dual cultivation needed! Just good old fashioned rutting against something like a brainless animal?
He certainly felt like an animal at the moment. "Mmh, fuck," he groaned, his hips frantic. It felt so good, but he knew it wasn't going to be enough. There was still a deep burning inside of him, an itch he couldn't scratch, one that wasn't being taken care of by just rubbing his dick against the bed inside of his robe.
And despite humping the bed for what felt like hours at that point and the pleasure licking down his spine, he didn't feel any closer to cumming than he did when he first got the face full of pollen.
"Fuck." He groaned again, gritting his teeth. He was so hot, he was burning up. Nothing could be worse, and it felt so awful and good and it hurt but it was the kind of hurt that had him moaning like a whore into his sheets. He had to do something. At the very least, he had to get naked.
He got up onto his knees, the effort of it making his legs shake and tremble as they held his weight while he violently shrugged off his inner robe, uncaring of where it went as he fell back onto the bed, a whine building in his throat as the cool air hit his cock. He glanced down at it, wincing at the dark red, almost purple color it had to it, almost completely covered with precum. If he wasn't feeling the heat rushing through his veins, he would have thought that he came already.
But he hadn't.
His heartbeat was loud in his ears, loud enough that it almost broke his concentration of pushing his body to obey him. It took monumental effort to wrap a hand around his cock. At the first touch he cried out, loud enough to cover the sound of his door opening.
"Shizun!" He heard, a wave of mortification flooding over him as he turned his head to see Luo Binghe standing in the doorway, his eyes wide and a dark flush across his cheeks.
Oh, this was too embarrassing! He tried to let go of his cock, but his hand wouldn't move. "Ah, Binghe, get out!" He gasped, but Luo Binghe didn't leave the room, just continued looking at him with that dark, heated gaze. What was the most embarrassing was the way his cock jumped in his hands at the sight. He'd never be able to show his face again.
"Shizun…was infected?" Luo Binghe asked slowly, and instead of getting out like Shen Qingqiu had asked, closed the door with him inside.
"Hah," Shen Qingqiu gasped, covering his face with his arms, unable to look at him. What does it look like, Binghe? Of course I was infected! I don't have a golden finger like Heavenly Demon blood to be immune! Fucking Airplane! "Nn, Binghe, you should go." He finally managed to say, his voice wavering. He couldn't stop stroking himself, couldn't do anything but lie there and play with himself in front of his disciple. Shame and arousal burning him from the inside out. He was sure that he was bright red.
Luo Binghe didn't reply for a moment, and Shen Qingqiu let himself hope that his usually obedient disciple had left. His hopes were crushed, however, as after a few seconds of silence, he felt the bed dip under weight.
"Poor Shizun…" Luo Binghe murmured, his voice sounding much closer than before, making him jump. "I bet it hurts." It did! It really did! He should've came ages ago, but the ache was only ramping him up even more, but what business of Luo Binghe's was that?! "You should let me help, Shizun."
Shen Qingqiu lowered his arm in shock, his eyes meeting Luo Binghe's. "What?" He croaked. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth at the expression on his disciple's face. A naked hunger was there, so obvious that he couldn't pretend he hadn't seen it. "Binghe, no." He said, but his cock pulsed in his hand, obvious enough that Luo Binghe saw it and licked his lips, Shen Qingqiu tracking the motion with his eyes, the sight making him burn hotter.
Luo Binghe shook his head, his curly brown hair bouncing. "Shh, it's alright." He crooned, crawling on top of him, close enough that Shen Qingqiu could feel his body heat. It was the pollen that made him arch into it, desperate for skin contact, he swore. "I can help, Shizun. Let this disciple help."
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by Luo Binghe's lips on his own. "Mm!"
Luo Binghe was a terrible kisser, Shen Qingqiu thought wildly, but with the pollen coursing through his veins, he didn't even mind, every bite sending a shiver down his spine, making him leak even more against his belly. With effort, he finally managed to pull his head back, his free hand on Binghe's shoulder. He was going to push him away, he really was, but he made the mistake of looking into Binghe's eyes, dark and wanting. His fingers curled into Binghe's robes and he sighed in resignation, sweat dripping down his face. He was going to hell for this, surely, but he couldn't take it anymore, and Binghe was offering. His little disciple would surely cry if he was denied, and Shen Qingqiu couldn't take that right now.
"Fine, but only once, for the pollen." He said.
Luo Binghe nodded furiously, his curls bouncing. "For the pollen." He agreed a bit too quickly, leaning up to shove off his robes in a frantic mess.
Shen Qingqiu hated the separation, the pollen in his blood raging at the lack of skin contact, making him squirm against the sheets. "Hurry, Binghe." He gasped. He wouldn't be coherent for long, not at this rate. He wouldn't even call himself coherent right now.
"I'll take care of you." Binghe murmured, shrugging off the last of his clothes and leaning down to kiss him again.
Almost unwillingly, Shen Qingqiu looked him up and down, feeling every bit the lecherous teacher he was meant to be. His disciple really had grown up, ripcord muscles glimmering in the low light, his skin flushed a pale, pretty pink with arousal. It made his mouth water, and it only worsened as he saw Luo Binghe's cock. It was huge, almost too big to be real, thick and long and curved in a way that Shen Qingqiu knew would feel fucking incredible, if the words of Proud Immortal Demon Way were anything to go by.
"It's too big." Shen Qingqiu groaned, the hand pumping his cock releasing to grab it, thumbing at the veins, making Luo Binghe shiver on top of him. "It's not gonna fit, Binghe."
Luo Binghe thrust into his touch, leaning down to breathe in his ear, the heat of his breath making goosebumps appear on his skin. "Shizun, haven't you noticed?" He whispered, "You're leaking down there. It will fit."
He was what?!
But it was true, he realized abruptly as a finger entered him, making him moan sharply. Luo Binghe hadn't grabbed any oil or slick, but his finger had went inside of him as easily as anything.
Fucking Airplane! Shen Qingqiu cursed again, arching his body in time to Luo Binghe's thrusts. "Hurry up, hurry up." He panted, deciding to ignore that. If he didn't think about it, it wasn't happening. "I'm so empty." He was, he realized as he was saying it. That was where the heat was concentrated, not on his cock but inside of him. When Luo Binghe fucked him with that massive cock it would fill him exactly as he needed.
"Shizun…" Luo Binghe panted, a feverish light filling his eyes. "I want to be gentle…"
Shen Qingqiu hit him on the shoulder, his face bright red. "Who needs gentle?!" He spat, "I just need to cum!"
Luo Binghe's eyes widened, then his lips curled into a predatory smile. "Okay, Shizun." He agreed happily, "But you asked for it." And flipped him around so that he was on his stomach, bent down againstthe mattress. He was going to be fucked, and then the heat was going to stop, and he would finally cum.
Shen Qingqiu gasped as Luo Binghe pulled his hips up and lined his cock up, just enough that the tip was pressed against his leaking hole. "Wait, Binghe, it won't fit, it won't fit!" Shen Qingqiu cried out even as his hips moved backwards, grinding into his cock. One finger wasn't enough to stretch him out for Luo Binghe's cock, but it was going to be so good that he didn't want to wait anymore, he just wanted to be full, but it really wasn't going to fit!
"It will." Luo Binghe panted, one of his hands leaving Shen Qingqiu's hip and reaching up to thumb his nipple, making him cry out, "Shizun, you'll be good for me, won't you? It'll help, I promise." His nail caught on Shen Qingqiu's nipple, the bright flash of pain making him shudder.
Luo Binghe growled behind him. Did the pollen get on him too? Shen Qingqiu thought, and then had no more thoughts at all as he was filled so much he thought he might tear. Binghe was so big, it was so much, he couldn't breathe, it hurt! It hurt, but he couldn't stop moaning, a pathetic "Ah, ah, ah," escaping his open mouth as Binghe thrust into him.
"I told you it would fit, Shizun." Binghe said, sounded pleased with himself, even as out of breath as he was. "It fits perfectly, see?" And the hand that was playing with his nipples dragged down his body to his stomach, pressing down on a buldge that had appeared. Gods, Shen Qingqiu thought, that's his dick. He could see it. The thought only made him whine harder. "See?" Binghe crooned. "No one else could fill you like this, Shizun, not like you need. They wouldn't be enough for you. Only I am. You were so hungry for it, nobody else could ever satisfy you, isn't that right?"
He was right, Shen Qingqiu thought deliriously. Nothing could match the Heavenly Pillar, of course not. It was fucking massive, big enough that it really was filling him up, big enough that every thrust hit something inside of him that made his vision grow blurry with pleasure. "Only you, Binghe! Ah, hah, hah," He panted, sweat dripping down his face.
"Only me." Binghe repeated darkly. "Cum for me, Shizun." And wrapped a hand around his cock and squeezed.
With a long, loud wail, Shen Qingqiu saw stars and came, hard enough that all the strength left his limbs and he collapsed onto the bed, eyes rolling in the back of his head as he trembled and shook.
When he finally came back to himself, the burning heat inside his body was satiated, his limbs relaxed and useless. "Binghe…" He murmured quietly.
"Shizun." Luo Binghe replied happily, and thrust into him again, making Shen Qingqiu's eyes fly open in shock and pleasure, the overstimulation making him shake. "We should make sure all the pollen is gone. Just to be safe."
"No!" He protested, then bit his lip.
Well, if it was just to prevent another flare-up…