He pistoned in and out, and more and more of the faint red translucent wine leaked out from the point of their union. Liquid splashed between Shen Qingqiu’s fair thighs. Fine wine and his disciple’s cock surged inside him, raising waves. Shen Qingqiu’s knuckles went white as he clung to the blankets, and he clenched his eyes shut in anguish.
Luo Binghe wouldn’t give up. “Does it feel good? Does it feel good or doesn’t it?”
Shen Qingqiu mumbled something. Luo Binghe couldn’t make it out, so he leaned down to hear him, sending that thing between his legs even deeper inside.
Shen Qingqiu’s tailbone ached with the stretch. He gasped, “Face…face…”
The burn of the wine had made Shen Qingqiu red all over; as if his entire self had been steamed in liquor, even his breath took on a refreshing flavor. Luo Binghe was tempted to lean in and kiss him at an angle, tongue searching inside his mouth, and found that even his saliva carried the heady fragrance of wine.
“Shizun,” he said, “do you want to see my face?”
Shen Qingqiu nodded near imperceptibly.
“You better be sure. It was on Shizun’s request that we’re doing it from behind. If you want to be face-to-face now… I’m afraid it won’t be so easy to turn back.”
His low, hoarse voice puffed warm breath into Shen Qingqiu’s ear. Shen Qingqiu’s head spun, and he dazedly clenched his hole.
Luo Binghe abruptly pulled out and roughly flipped him over into the powerless position of lying face-up.
A pink flush clouded Shen Qingqiu’s pale cheeks. His eyes and the tip of his nose were especially red, and some tears hung from the ends of his eyelashes. Luo Binghe kissed each of them, one by one, the fingers of one hand tenderly circling the soft outer rim of his entrance as the other slid under his back to support him. He said lightly, “Shizun…look.”
He guided Shen Qingqiu’s chin. As soon as Shen Qingqiu looked down, he saw the mess of wine and fluids at the base of his fair thighs. Between two plump mounds of flesh, a flower seemed to have bloomed, its ring of petals swollen a little larger, leaving some of the entrance outturned as it twitched pitifully and dribbled white fluid.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t manage to speak, and he subconsciously lifted an arm to cover his eyes.
Luo Binghe gave him a few comforting kisses on his cheek, then thrust in again.
Again, it burned like fire. Luo Binghe let go of his back and Shen Qingqiu collapsed, black hair splayed everywhere across the bed, fingers powerlessly sinking into the taut muscles of Luo Binghe’s back, his neck arched.
After another round of vigorous thrusts, the wine in Shen Qingqiu’s belly had more or less entirely leaked out. The passage that had been thoroughly washed with strong wine was in an excellent state, warm and flexible, sensitive and amorous, but guarded, yearning to squeeze and cling to the outside invader with all its strength, yet afraid this thing would tear its thin walls. Wet sounds came from Shen Qingqiu’s hole, and his legs locked tightly around Luo Binghe’s waist, buttery-smooth inner thighs rubbing against his skin, toes curled, a drunken look on his face.
The fragrance of alcohol drifted through the air, going to their heads. Shen Qingqiu was truly…intoxicated.
But before he sank so deep as to lose consciousness, Luo Binghe woke him up. He put an arm beneath Shen Qingqiu’s hips and stood up from the bed.
Shen Qingqiu sank down under his own weight. The cock inside him instantly pushed through layers of flesh and hit a spot extremely deep inside him. His heart was nearly thrust right up into his throat, like what was piercing him in that instant was a honed sword, and he began to squirm desperately. But at that moment, he was entirely suspended in midair, and however much he twisted, he could only further embed that invading object into his hole, making this traitorous disciple’s length furiously grow in girth, stretching him until he felt about to retch.
But the scariest part was still to come. Luo Binghe began to walk.
This position sent Luo Binghe’s cock extremely deep inside Shen Qingqiu. With every step, that thing didn’t pull out, but rather vaguely jostled about inside him, the angle constantly changing, but always enjoying a massage from Shen Qingqiu’s hole as it clenched and trembled. Moreover, in addition to being fucked so deep he felt he was going to retch, Shen Qingqiu became afraid he would fall.
He really couldn’t take it anymore. He gasped out in fits and starts, “Wait, wait a minute… It’s too deep… Bing…Binghe, put—put me down…”
Luo Binghe nibbled on his earlobe and mumbled through slightly heavy breaths, “Shizun…it’s not deep enough… Still not enough…”
He had stuffed Shen Qingqiu’s belly full! “How deep do you want…?” Shen Qingqiu groaned. “Where else are you trying to go?!”
Having had his fill of fucking him while standing, Luo Binghe pressed him down on the table. Shen Qingqiu’s upper body was shoved down against the top of the table, his arms twisted behind his back as his legs trailed weakly to the floor.
The edge of the table fit into the crook of his pelvis, spread wide open, as Luo Binghe’s hips crashed against his, the table shaking under their movements.
Shen Qingqiu’s face was pressed to the table as that hardness moved in and out between his legs. He was already at his limit, trembling all the way from his hips to his toes, nearly unable to stand. But Luo Binghe was still holding those two pale mounds of flesh in his hands, pressing them together in the middle so he could experience the overwhelming pleasure of being squeezed by hole and ass all at once.
Shen Qingqiu felt more tormented than ever by the foreign object between his hips—not to mention how his bottom was being kneaded and slapped in a way that didn’t hurt, but which was extremely humiliating. Not long afterward, Luo Binghe switched techniques again. He only pulled out a little bit each time, then thrust back in even harder as the flesh beneath his hands was squeezed out of shape with the force of his grip. Shen Qingqiu sprawled over the table, his center burning under this steady grind in a way that both hurt and itched. He felt on the verge of insanity but was locked in place, unable to move an inch, forced to take everything Luo Binghe gave him.
Luo Binghe truly deserved the title of star student. He could overwhelm someone simply by copying from the lesson materials!
Shen Qingqiu wanted to weep but couldn’t find the tears, and he could only weakly whimper, “You…what exactly did you read…?”