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Shang Qinghua was baffled.
He couldn’t believe it. Mobei Jun actually wanted him to poison him!
What world was he suddenly transmigrated to?! Because he was certainly no longer in his original – or the “edited-by-Cucumber-Bro” – version anymore. This request was just too unthinkable!
For Mobei Jun to put himself in such a position – Shang Qinghua tried to dissuade him from using such methods, yet even as he refused his king, he could see in his wary eyes, that this was indeed a genuine desire the demon was trying to explore with Shang Qinghua.
The powerful Demon Lord of the North wanted to be at the mercy of Shang Qinghua…because he loved him.
Softened by his expression and words of absolute trust, Shang Qinghua could only relent – no matter how much he preferred his husband to be the one in charge.
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Before he’d planned to do it – to administer the poison that would temporarily incapacitate his king and then (attempt) to do sex things to his king in this state – he’d made a point to get some advice from the person he knew had more experience dealing with demon husbands and their strange (somewhat kinky) wants.
“He wants me to poison him! Cucumber Bro! What am I supposed to do?!”
“What do you mean ‘what am I supposed to do?’” he snapped his fan shut and looked at Shang Qinghua like he was an idiot. “He’s giving you full access to his body. Just do whatever you want.” He said it like it was the easiest solution to his problem, then added, “You wrote hundreds of sex scenes! You must have some of your own desires in that perverted head of yours.”
“But it’s Mobei Jun!!” Shang Qinghua whined, ignoring that last sentence. “What if he doesn’t really mean it? What if he says he wants this now, then wakes up and beats me to a pulp?!” He added more effect to his pleading by pulling on Shen Qingqiu’s robes.
He only struggled mildly to pull them away from Shang Qinghua before giving up with a tired sigh. “Then I guess you’ll have another exciting night with your husband to look forward to!” He rolled his eyes and whipped his fan open as he began to gently cool himself, entirely done with Shang Qinghua’s neediness.
Like a miserable child on the floor, Shang Qinghua sat stumped.
How did his bro take this so lightly?
Unless…
“Cucumber Bro!?” he asked with curious eyes. “Has Binghe asked this same thing of you?!” He sat up hopeful, waiting for the peak lord to answer, only to see a strange series of emotions flash over his normally calm and distant face.
Shen Qingqiu had memories of carefully decanted flower wine and immortal binding cables flash through his mind and he brought a hand to his forehead, forlorn.
“You haven’t even the slightest idea what Binghe has asked of me.”
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It was just another night in the demon realm, with Shang Qinghua in his and Mobei Jun’s bed chambers. He was replying to the other Cang Qiong sect leaders and their numerous requests for money and materials while Mobei Jun got ready for bed. Seeing as it was his job to surprise his king on the night he’d make his move, Shang Qinghua had poured some poison into his tea tonight and served it to him unassumingly.
With his back to their shared bed, he could feel his heart beat loud in his chest. Even when they slept together as often as they did, Shang Qinghua still found himself incredibly nervous for tonight. Trying to distract himself, he mumbled to himself the words of the letters he now pretended to read, none of them actually sticking in his brain, instead too focused on paying attention to the state of his king.
The poison worked quickly, as the next time Shang Qinghua turned around to check on Mobei Jun, the demon lay there completely still, even his breathing now slowed.
In all the time he’d stayed by his side, only twice had Mobei Jun looked so helpless. Both were times Shang Qinghua didn’t like to think about; once, when he’d almost lost Mobei Jun on Maigu Ridge, the other when Linguang Jun had interrupted the ascension rituals and almost killed Mobei Jun.
Yet, now, there he was, sprawled out on their bed, waiting for Shang Qinghua to have his way with his body and his heart.
Just as he had the other two times as well.
With that small bit of courage, Shang Qinghua willed himself up from his chair and slowly made his way to the side of the bed.
“My king?” he mumbled, much too quiet. He was supposed to be the one in charge! Why was this so difficult for him?!
He took a deep breath, the air breathed out gently blowing some of his disheveled hair out of his face.
“My king,” he tried again. “Can you hear me?”
He gazed at Mobei Jun’s face. Where a normally cold stare was, now only relaxed features found their place, all soft and open for Shang Qinghua to see. Only when his husband slept did he get to see a similar face, but now his eyes were open. Something in his heart ached and at the same time willed him to go on.
With a small movement, he leaned in and kissed Mobei Jun’s smooth forehead, no wrinkles in sight. “It seems like it’s working, my king,” he whispered into his ear, planting a kiss there as well. He switched over to the other ear, planting one more kiss before pulling back to grab one of Mobei Jun’s hands.
“Can you tell me if I need to stop?” he asked gently.
Before he fully dived in, he needed to make sure, just once more, that Mobei Jun was really okay with this. A twitch from one of his strong fingers showed him he was.
And that was enough.
This was Shang Qinghua’s show – it was time for it to begin.
In the most seductive way he could muster, he slid off his outer robe. The fabric, which normally wrapped him tight and barred his skin from his husband, now fell heavily to the floor. Moving his hands to his waist, he slowly undid the belt to his inner robe. The thin material came off easily, the cold air in their bed chambers chilling his shy skin as it did, but the warm gaze of Mobei Jun had him heating right back up.
Removing his lower garments and now completely bare, he sauntered up onto the bed, his arms holding him over his husband’s body as he crawled his way up. Shang Qinghua may not be the most experienced person in terms of sex, but he’d been with Mobei Jun through thick and thin – he truly, undoubtedly, loved this ice demon of his – and that thought was enough to give him the confidence to keep going.
As he slowly covered more of Mobei Jun’s body, he could see emotions hidden beneath his trapped gaze, a mix of arousal, want, and hunger swam through those icy-blue eyes that now felt like home to Shang Qinghua.
Straddling Mobei Jun’s still body, built like the king of a thousand kingdoms and the constant fixation of Shang Qinghua’s eyes, he rested his backside on his demon’s lap. He lowered down and their bodies made contact. As he did so, he could tell that Mobei Jun wished to speak, wished to growl out his name and roughly grab his waist, yet he could not because, right now, as per his wish, Shang Qinghua was in full control.
His husband’s own want (tucked beneath his pants) was evident from the large hardness Shang Qinghua could feel underneath his backside, the size of Mobei Jun’s cock never ceasing to amaze him and sending a shiver up his spine. It was a good thing he’d prepped himself earlier, because he didn’t think he’d be able to hold back right now.
“Don’t get mad at this servant, my king,” he let out an anticipatory breath. “This poison won’t keep you down for long. And once you’re free, this one promises to let you have your way with his lowly body.”
He reached his hand forward, eager to feel his husband’s cool skin. Where Mobei Jun always wore his robes loose, Shang Qinghua found his way in, his hand at first running down along his throat.
“I’m so glad it worked,” he said as he pushed his hand further in, impatiently grabbing at those giant pecs. “I wasn’t sure my king would fall for such a simple trick as me sneaking poison into his tea.”
His hands came down more, and Shang Qinghua found it hard to keep holding back, his desire for his husband readily taking over and completely masking his nerves. Somewhat hastily, he pulled the robes down and apart, showing off the front of Mobei Jun’s impressively-worn body. He leaned down and placed kiss after hungry kiss on his firm abdomen.
“Ah … I’m sorry, my king,” another kiss, inhaling his husband’s comforting scent, “I really can’t help myself, though, when it comes to you.”
Before going lower, he took this chance to reach up once more to run his tongue around Mobei Jun’s large, round nipples, up and around one, then the other. He could feel his cock stirring below, desperately aching to be freed.
Shang Qinghua had never been so brave in bed – had never had any sexual encounters at all – but countless times with Mobei Jun’s hungry hands had him now trying some of the many techniques his demon performed on him, which had sent him each time into a state of blissful pleasure.
When he was done attending to his chest, he brought his face closer to Mobei Jun’s.
“You always treat me so wonderfully in bed,” a kiss to those tinted-blue lips, “Just relax and let me do the same to you,” a kiss on his sharp jaw, “just let this servant have his way with your beautiful body,” a kiss on the chest. “Let me touch you like this…”
He slid lower until his body was situated in between Mobei Jun’s muscled thighs. His robes were completely off his upper body, and now Shang Qinghua began to fumble with his pants, his soft hands leaving faint touches on smooth hips.
By now, Mobei Jun’s cock was twitching fast, calling out with want, it was impossible for Shang Qinghua to ignore. He lowered his head and pressed his cheek to the strained fabric.
“I can tell you like it when I touch you, my king,” he let out a heavy breath. “You may think you can hide it, but your body gives away your desires.”
He snuck his fingers in between Mobei Jun’s skin and his pants, grabbed hold, and pushed them down, revealing the huge pillar that was his husband’s cock.
Mobei Jun’s cock was amazing and never failed to bring Shang Qinghua pleasure. He almost drooled at the sight of it – at the thought of it inside him, pressing hard against that spot in his backside that drove him mad.
His hand reached out to touch his husband, lining his shaft along his palm and gently wrapping his fingers around his hard dick. He applied a small amount of pressure and was rewarded by the twitching of Mobei Jun’s body giving away his pleasure. He brought his face close to his cock and spoke.
“I’d be happy to keep doing this, you know,” he let out a hot puff of air, “touching you wherever you want.” Shang Qinghua stuck his tongue out and gave the smallest touch to the tip of Mobei Jun’s dick. This earned him a low involuntary groan from his husband’s throat.
Shang Qinghua was both shocked and pleased at this reaction. He still couldn’t believe the effect he had on Mobei Jun – this powerful, strong, handsome demon. He smiled at the thought and continued, “Since you seem to like it so much.”
Shang Qinghua’s mouth encircled the hard and hot member, his lips stretching to fit and his tongue moving to please. Mobei Jun’s cock was extremely big – as he’d written in Proud Immortal Demon Way , for demon cocks to be – but that was perfectly okay with Shang Qinghua. From the first time his king allowed him a small taste of his cock, eager to please his little husband, he’d longed for the taste again. Mobei Jun, however, was always more keen on pleasing Shang Qinghua than being pleased, so Shang Qinghua was usually on the receiving end of blow jobs.
Now, though, he could take his fill.
His head bobbed up and down, over and over, like he couldn’t get enough. With his husband’s cock in his mouth, so full and so right, he sighed satisfied, sending a low hum to Mobei Jun’s sensitive dick. Even as he began to choke from the blocked airways and deeper motions, he couldn’t keep himself off long enough to care. Shang Qinghua didn’t know if it was something about demon cocks, or if it was Mobei Jun alone; he was addicted to the feeling and taste of his dick.
His tongue wound around the base of his huge cock in spiraling motions up to the tip, where he prodded and teased his king’s slit. On he went, coating his husband’s cock in his saliva.
While this would have definitely been enough to push Shang Qinghua over the edge and to his climax, Mobei Jun’s stamina was never one to fail. Even as he struggled against the poison working in his veins, Shang Qinghua could see the internal battle simmering in his king’s eyes.
He was close.
This time, it would be Mobei Jun who was pushed through orgasm after orgasm – or at least he’d be right there with Shang Qinghua.
With his mouth still around the large cock, Shang Qinghua began sucking harshly each time he pulled his head up, dragging his lips closer to the tip. He’d take it all the way back in, only to slowly expose it again, bit by bit to the cold air and tight lips.
Just as the suction reached the top, Mobei Jun’s spend was shooting down Shang Qinghua’s throat. It stung in the most perfect way, and he managed to swallow most of his king’s large load, only a little left decorating the ends of his stretched mouth.
Mobei Jun’s cock was still hard as Shang Qinghua came off with a pop, wiping at the sides of his mouth.
Removing his husband’s pants completely, they were both finally bare. Shang Qinghua shifted up to straddle Mobei Jun once more, their naked cocks pressing against each other. He lay down on top of his husband, their chests touching as one became flat against the other. With their faces separated by mere breaths, Shang Qinghua paused.
Mobei Jun’s eyes were blown wide, pupils dilated as he’d just orgasmed, staring at the one who’d pleasured him – the one who he loved.
Shang Qinghua knew this was his husband’s request – and he himself had given his fair share of requests, too – but he missed his husband’s stoic face as he tried to remain that way even when they had sex.
He’d fail every time.
Mobei Jun was not aware of the emotions that passed over his face when he was inside Shang Qinghua. There was love and passion, there was desire, the desire to claim and protect for eternity. Shang Qinghua wanted to see all of that when he was close to this demon who he’d spent so much of his (second) life with, and who he’d unknowingly fallen deeply in love with.
But he knew he would have him back soon.
He pressed a kiss to each one of his eyes. “This servant misses his king, my lord,” he whispered. “He loves when you take charge,” a kiss to each cheek. “I’m lonely without you,” he leaned down low enough to where he was almost kissing Mobei Jun’s lips, stopping where they’d brush against each other’s when he talked.
“I’m sorry, but I need you inside me” he closed his eyes and pressed their lips together for a small eternity, one which only held the two of them.
Coming off his lips, which were normally not so gentle, he sat up and positioned himself high on his knees. Mobei Jun stared up at his bare front as another low rumble managed to escape from him, wordless but wanting. Shang Qinghua lined his backside up with Mobei Jun’s cock, his head turned to try and help his movements (normally he had his husband’s eager help, quickly slamming him down).
Every time he tried to ride Mobei Jun, his demon husband couldn’t hold back and would always quickly take over, his speed and intensity a lifeline to Shang Qinghua. Now, though, as he finally lined the head to his rim, he had full control.
Mobei Jun’s large cockhead had his entrance eager and twitching rapidly, his own untouched dick only becoming harder as he slowly sank down, precum leaking out of the tip.
He let out a long and satisfied moan when he was finally seated all the way on his husband’s cock. Shang Qinghua’s breath was heavy as he took his own cock in his hand before starting. His eyes roamed along Mobei Jun’s naked body, finally landing on his face, locking onto his eyes.
“My king, you’re so unbelievably handsome, hah,” he breathed in sharply through his nose as his hand worked his own cock. It was no replacement for Mobei Jun’s rough hands or hungry mouth, but it was enough to relieve a small amount of pressure.
“Hah…hahh… it’s so unfair… Hah,” he panted, his hips starting to shift on their own. “I don’t know how you haven’t noticed– mmnh– how much I stare, ahHH!” His hips moving in small circles, “I think I could– mnhhh– stare at you forever.”
Now fully adjusted to his husband’s large cock seated inside him, Shang Qinghua began to move, sitting up on his knees, then slowly lowering back down. He had his hands placed on Mobei Jun’s chest, the mix of cold skin and hot arousal tingling underneath his palms. The fullness was amazing and, each time he came up, had Shang Qinghua sinking down even faster, becoming more and more needy, desperately wanting Mobei Jun to fill him up.
“OhhHHhh, my king…” his cock bounced up and down, hitting Mobei Jun’s stomach with every motion. “It feels so good when you’re inside me.” Shang Qinghua was drooling now, pieces of his light-brown hair falling in his face and swaying with his hurried motions.
Mobei Jun sat almost lifeless as Shang Qinghua took what he wanted – what would please him – of his king’s body. His cock was leaking glistening beads and his body covered in sweat and flushed a pretty pinkish-red.
“I’m so close, my king– ahhHH," the cock hitting the perfect spot inside him. Continuing to ride his husband, Shang Qinghua abused his own prostate, he dug his fingers into Mobei Jun’s firm chest, leaving marks for his husband to keep with him once they were done.
As he tried to please himself, Shang Qinghua would get so close to coming, but he was missing something each time: Mobei Jun’s touch.
He’d have to do without it just this once.
“This lowly one will not fail to come for you… hah,” he brought his hands to his own chest. “If only my king’s hands were here to touch my aching body.” Shang Qinghua began playing with his nipples – another part of his body normally tended to possessively by his husband, but now lacking that stimulation. He had only played with himself for a little when he felt Mobei Jun’s come spilling inside of him and a strong, guttural groan accompanying it, the sight of a needy and desperate Shang Qinghua pleasuring himself too much for him. The warm and pulsing waves of cum coating his walls sent him over the edge as well, his own dick releasing white spurts onto his stomach.
His release didn’t last long, but Mobei Jun’s (always impressively-large load) was still stinging his oversensitive insides making him collapse onto Mobei Jun’s chest exhausted.
Shang Qinghua glanced up to look at his husband’s face, searching for any signs of the poison wearing off. Aside from his still hard and twitching dick, his body remained still. Shang Qinghua reached a hand up to Mobei Jun’s face, shifting to plant a firm kiss on his lips.
He released a long sigh through his nose as he finished the kiss before moving his lips all along his face, planting kisses over and over, hoping to draw Mobei Jun back to him quicker. Carding his other hand through that long, black hair, and whispering sweet words between kisses, Shang Qinghua spoke.
“The first time I saw you, I couldn’t believe it, my king,” more kisses along his high cheekbones, down his jaw. “I knew you’d be handsome, but seeing you in person…” on his nose, one on each eye. “I thought I might be making a terrible mistake, but here I am,“ finally back to his lips. “Even back then, I could never hurt you,” he pulled back and stared into his husband’s eyes.
With both hands on either side of that calm and stoic face, Shang Qinghua spoke low.
“I love you too much, my king,” he placed a kiss on that little blue demon mark.
“I guess I always have.”
He layed his head down, ready to wait however long for Mobei Jun to regain control of his body.
Only a few minutes passed when his eyelids were beginning to feel too heavy when all of a sudden he felt two large, familiar hands grab his waist.
He quickly turned his head to look up and saw Mobei Jun craning his neck to look down at him. His heart warmed, and he smiled.
“My king,” he said as Mobei Jun scrunched down to place a kiss on his forehead, making him close his eyes.
“I love Shang Qinghua, as well,” he said, arms now circling around Shang Qinghua’s smaller body.
“More than any other in this world.”