Even though this master-disciple pair had done it countless times already, for a person like Shen Qingqiu, some matters of pride couldn’t be entirely conquered no matter how many times it had been. When he looked at Luo Binghe looming over him, he felt faintly nervous. He tilted his head and closed his eyes, feeling one hand land on the inside of his thigh, trying to spread open his legs. He resisted a bit at first, but soon, he went along with it and spread them.
He felt a finger on his lips as Luo Binghe cajoled him, “Shizun…”
Shen Qingqiu opened his lips a crack, allowing Luo Binghe to put a finger in his mouth. He licked it with a light touch. Because his eyes were still closed, the sensation of that slender finger stirring around in the warm cavity of his mouth, playing with his tongue, was even clearer. One wasn’t enough, and soon, a second finger was pushed in. As Luo Binghe took in Shen Qingqiu struggling to take his fingers deeper, wetting them more with his tongue, his eyes sparkled. He pulled them out and reached toward Shen Qingqiu’s lower body.
After some ministrations, the tight, pale hole in the valley between Shen Qingqiu’s thighs was dripping wet, looking incredibly soft to the touch. Luo Binghe laid himself over Shen Qingqiu, careful not to crush him. Shen Qingqiu felt a hard, hot, round head press against that most secret part of him, and his entrance opened around the front half of the tip of that ferocious member. He could even feel the forceful pumping of its arteries.
“Shizun…” Luo Binghe said in a low voice, “I’m going in.”
Shen Qingqiu had kept his eyes closed the whole time, but he nodded slightly. Luo Binghe held his waist with both hands, then plunged forward.
Shen Qingqiu couldn’t keep a groan of pain from escaping his throat, and he grabbed the arm Luo Binghe had locked around his waist.
Even if he had made his mental preparations and relaxed himself as much as he could, if it didn’t fit, it didn’t fit. Luo Binghe’s cock wasn’t even halfway in before it was caught in place.
The person beneath him was warm and soft within, but that ring of muscle at his entrance refused to cooperate, clamping down and keeping him from going deeper. Luo Binghe spared one hand to stroke up and down Shen Qingqiu’s cock. Pleasure trailed through Shen Qingqiu with the attention, and when Luo Binghe felt him relax a little, leaving room to advance, he continued to push forward.
Being split open was extremely uncomfortable. Shen Qingqiu’s back arched, unwittingly presenting the two pale bumps on his chest to Luo Binghe’s face. Luo Binghe’s hand wandered up to rub his nipples.
As a man, Shen Qingqiu didn’t really like when someone played with that part of him, as it filled him with a strange feeling of humiliation. He went to push Luo Binghe away with a trembling hand, but then Luo Binghe leaned down, and a strangely wet and swollen sensation came from the right side of his chest. Shen Qingqiu’s face flushed so red it practically looked like it could drip blood, and he hurriedly tried to push Luo Binghe’s head away. But just as he started to panic and become distracted, Luo Binghe sank down again and buried himself entirely into that place between his legs.
Shen Qingqiu felt as if his entire body had been split in two by a blade of flesh, and pain exploded in his lower body.
The pain spread from Luo Binghe’s excessively large cock, bulldozing through his insides as it advanced into his passage, making him feel as if a whole arm had been stuffed inside him. And that large, full head was like the fist on the end of that arm, nearly making him want to pass out on the spot. But as Luo Binghe adeptly brushed past a certain spot inside Shen Qingqiu, his cry of pain changed its tune. Luo Binghe held him by the waist and rammed against that spot. After several more rounds of this, his hole finally softened, along with the tightly clenched muscles of his rear.
As soon as he relaxed, that place on Shen Qingqiu’s lower body became awfully sweet. His entrance was long and deep, warm and wet, and it could be plunged into all at once while it was powerless to resist. From Luo Binghe’s angle, he could see how Shen Qingqiu looked beneath him just by glancing down. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes were closed, brow faintly knitted, expression hovering between unbearable pain and unbearable pleasure. His thighs were spread, his long, smooth, and pencil-straight legs folded up to his chest, and his white socks were still properly snug on his feet.
The sight excited Luo Binghe beyond measure.
Shen Qingqiu’s hands were clenched in the sheets, and he took every slam of Luo Binghe’s cock inside him with gritted teeth, each one making him fear that his internal organs were getting rammed out of place. But there was nothing he could do but wrap his legs around Luo Binghe’s waist and adjust his own rhythm, clenching and relaxing as he took Luo Binghe in and out. The soft flesh around his entrance burned with pain from the friction, and he hissed. “Binghe, gentler…”
He felt he had definitely still ended up bleeding.
Luo Binghe looked down, then froze. Sure enough, a dark red streak trailed down from the point of their joining and seeped onto the snow-white sheet, spreading in a bright patch of color like a fallen peach-blossom petal.
After a long time, Luo Binghe murmured, “Shizun, I’m sorry… I said I wouldn’t actually let you bleed, but I still…”
Shen Qingqiu was getting fucked to death and back, and he had absolutely no strength to prop himself up and look at his lower half. Either way, he didn’t need to look to know it would be a frightful sight. The worst part was how even as Luo Binghe apologized, the movements of his hips didn’t slow in the slightest. His movements were so forceful that Shen Qingqiu slid up and down as his bottom both prickled and ached. “Don’t…don’t…”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t call me Shizun…”
Getting called Shizun at this sort of time, when his ass was blossoming right in front of him, always made him feel like he had been rather too assiduous in his role as a mentor!
“If I can’t call you Shizun, then what should I call you?”
Shen Qingqiu sobbed. “Anything you want… Anything… Slow down—aah… Binghe, slow down…”
Luo Binghe slid an arm around his waist and gave him another two hard thrusts, took a gasping breath, and said, “Okay, then… Shizun, if you also call me something different, I’ll slow down!”
With his waist being lifted, Shen Qingqiu felt that enormous thing plunge even deeper inside him. “Call…you…what?”
Luo Binghe paused in his movements, still holding him, and said, extremely bashful and reserved, “I—it’s our wedding night, Shizun. You tell me, what should you be calling me?”