Shut Up And Fuck Me
QiuRong

Day 12: E̷m̷e̷t̷o̷ / [Size Difference] / I̷m̷p̷a̷c̷t̷ ̷P̷l̷a̷y̷
CW: Dubious Consent

Lang Qianqiu and Guzi managed to bring back Qi Rong. Only problem: his body is much smaller than he was before.
And he hates it.

Qi Rong was rather impressed in a way that his son managed to bring him back (he won't thank Lang Qianqiu for showing him how), not missing praising him for his effort. Yet there was one problem:

Why was he so small!?

He was taller than Guzi, but maybe by a head or so. Nothing like his original form! And it wasn't like he was looking like a child either, he still looked very much like his adult self, simply smaller than usual.

And weaker.

He hated it, yet there was not much he could do about it, it was already good that his son managed to bring him back. But now he had to glare up at Lang Qianqiu when he was angry at him, making his life harder.

Sure, he should be thankful that the god took care of his son, but really was it all genuine? All he waited for was probably for him to be brought back so he could destroy Qi Rong with his own hands! He couldn't let his guard down.

But Lang Qianqiu was pretty annoying too, what was his problem exactly? To always be on his back and not let him do anything? He already had Guzi asking him not to eat people anymore, now he couldn't even go out and have fun because the god wouldn't leave his side.

But after a while, he got tired of not being able to do anything fun. Sure, teaching Guzi how to write and read was entertaining to some degree (although he didn't necessarily have the patience to should come with teaching). He could even help in his cultivation, proud to see him progress (even if the teacher was mostly Lang Qianqiu).

Only once he managed to run from Lang Qianqiu sight did Qi Ring manage to have some fun, going out to drink and eat as he pleased (of course nothing paid with his money, but rather Lang Qianqiu's one).

He did want to go to a brothel, he was feeling pent up and it was not with Guzi and Lang Qianqiu around all the time he could do much. But unfortunately, they wouldn't allow him in because he look like a kid in their opinion because he was way smaller than an ordinary adult.

It went on for a while until he felt someone grab him. Out of reflex, he threw a punch which didn't land, only to realise it was Lang Qianqiu. He did relax when he saw it was him, but got mad again rather quickly, cursing at him to let him down as he was being taken away.

He trashed around all the way to the Lang Qianqiu temple they were staying at. Upon arriving he was shushed down since Guzi was sleeping in the room on the other side of the temple. He was thrown on the bed, kissing at Lang Qianqiu for being such a brute.

"What were you doing?"

"Wasn't it clear? Trying to fuck with someone since I cannot do anything with you always on my fucking back" replied Qi Rong with frustration.

"And you need to go to such places?" Lang Qianqiu asked with a funny face, especially since Qi Rong was basically stealing from him to go there.

"Well, sorry if you decided to be a fucking virgin all your life until you find the love of your life, but I don't intend on fucking courting anyone if I fucking want it now, also hard to bring anyone when you keep following me around" he ranted.

Still, they argued, Lang Qianqiu did not agree with his choice clearly. "Then why don't you fuck me?" Qi Rong sneered, then laughed, "As if goody two shoes over here could be good anyway" he started to laugh loudly at his comment, "Poor majesty, stepping so fucking low as to lay with a dirty ghost and not even being fucking good at it".

He was going to continue tearing him down when he instead yelped, feeling himself being pinned down harshly on the bed, Lang Qianqiu looming over him with an angry expression on his face. It was easy for Lang Qianqiu large hand to lock his wrist above his head, making Qi Rong panic a bit. "hey, hey! What are you fucking doing you stupid!?".

"Fucking you" he simply replied, clearly ready to prove him wrong.

I Rong started to curse at him as his robes were being opened since there wasn't much he could do when Lang Qianqiu was nearly two times his size right now. Soon he was stripped naked, left to try and hide himself with nothing to do so.

When Lang Qianqiu started stroking his cock he quieted down a bit, looking down at what he was doing, soon instead biting down sounds that wanted to come out. It felt good finally having some pleasure after so long stuck in as a green flame and then having someone over his shoulder all the time.

"Who's an unskilled virgin now when you get excited so easily?" Lang Qianqiu snorted, keeping his teasing without giving quite enough either. "Fuck you" Qi Rong growled, only for going back to try and not let his mouth betray him.

He was confused when his hands were fully tied up to the bed frame, keeping him from moving away as Lang Qianqiu went elsewhere in the room, leaving him hard and already leaking precum. "Hey dipshit what are you doing? You can't fucking stop in the middle!".

He stopped trashing when he saw him come back with a small bottle, making him frown a bit. "What's that for?". Lang Qianqiu simply arched a brow, his gaze travelling lower on Qi Ring's body.

Realisation settled in as Lang Qianqiu came back to kneel between his legs, forcing them open with his larger frame. "Wait, wait! You don't plan on putting anything in me are you!?" but again Lang Qianqiu didn't answer him.

Instead, he unceremoniously dumped the slick substance over his ass, although it ended up smearing everywhere. He grabbed Qi ring hips, lifting him, nearly folding his small body in half. "You wanted me to fuck you, do you think I can go like this? Unless you want the pain of course".

Qi Rong was about to argue he was being sarcastic, when he felt a finger enter with no warning, moving around. It felt rather weird, wondering how his cousin could enjoy something like this.

"You can see it's not fucking working, can you just touch my dick instead? Maybe your pretty mout-AH!" he was startled when Lang Qianqiu brushed past something inside him that sent a spark in him. He shivered a bit at the eyes that suddenly snapped back up at him, before Lang Qianqiu started to torture that exact same spot over and over, adding more fingers in as he was slowly getting stretched up.

If it were anyone else moaning and whimpering the way he did, Qi Rong would say they were a whore. It occurred to him to try and keep it down, as Guzi was not that far away either. His short legs were not strong enough to try and kick Lang Qianqiu away, the god looking rather unbothered by his action.

Lang Qianqiu smirked when he managed to make him cum, not really stopping in his fingering, keeping on abusing his sweet spot to the point of overstimulation. "F-Fuck! Stop it!" Qi Ring whined, trying to move away even though his hands were tied and at this point, he was nearly folded in half. Lang Qianqiu only stopped to step back a bit, opening his robes and pant to free his already dripping erection.

Qi Rong was not the only one aroused right now, far from it.

The ghost gaze managed to focus on what had just settled against him, eyes going a bit wider. This wouldn't fit, there was no way, he was pretty convinced that even in his usual size there was no way it would fit in. But still, Lang Qianqiu started to slowly push in, bro knitting a bit at the sudden tightness around him.

Qi Rong started cursing again, feeling weird about the intrusion that was much more than even four fingers, panting when Lang Qianqiu was fully sheathed in and staying there. "Fuck" he gasped, looking down at the small bulge he could see. This was ridiculous.

They didn't move for a while, Lang Qianqiu simply panting above, seemingly trying to be nice enough by not just starting to ram into him with no consideration. When he started doing so, he went slowly, trying to grind against Qi Rong's prostate, looking for the best angle. At the same time, Qi Rong started feeling something building up in him and he decided that he didn't care anymore that he was taking a dick up the ass, now he wanted to feel good.

"Are you fucking going to be slow? I thought we were fucking, not fucking sweetly having sex like a married couple" he complained while starting to move his hips. Instead of letting him move, he felt large hands on his tiny waist keeping him in place. "Tsk, don't complain if it gets too much for you".

Then Lang Qianqiu proceeded to fuck him until he couldn't even swear anymore. He was merciless, making the ghost come three more times before he was seemingly unable to go anymore. He stopped, just in fear that he would somehow lose all his energy like this.

It was interesting seeing the smaller man under him, now rather docile, calm and quiet, only panting. Lang Qianqiu was rather satisfied with this, sure the night didn't go as planned, but it could have been worst.

And he also learned that with his current size, Qi Rong was rather easy to manhandle (and was seemingly not 100% against it).