#baekchung

Cheong Myeong lowered the empty bottle of wine and looked over everyone present at the table with an unfocused gaze. His cheeks were burning, and his hair was loose and disheveled. Although the Five Swords and the monk had seen this scene quite often, they would hardly ever be able to get used to it. Though Hye Yeon, who was already on his fifth bottle, wasn't the best sight either...

Jo Geol, seeing Cheong Myeong's state, couldn't suppress a hysterical giggle.

"Khm... Cheong Myeong, truth or dare?"

An unseeing gaze turned in his direction, and after a second of consideration, he answered.

"Truth."

Jo Geol squeezed his eyes shut, simulating intense brain activity. Because of which, Tang Soso rolled her eyes, passing sweets to Sago.

"You're proud of us, right?"

In that very second, Jo Geol received a strong kick from Yun Jong sitting next to him, because of which he yelped indignantly.

"Hey!"

"You already know the answer. Why ask such an obvious question?"

Baek Cheon took a deep breath and was about to say something, but a calm voice interrupted him.

"Of course."

"..."

"How could I not be proud of my disciples? You may be crazy bastards, but you're my bastards..."

"..."

"Though, can I consider you my children? Even though I had no intention of falling in love, let alone getting married, I ended up with children... Well, take Sasuk, for example. He's, after all, so perfect, beautiful, and..."

Baek Cheon immediately shoved a pastry into Cheong Myeong's mouth. All gazes at the table instantly turned in his direction.

Oh. His cheeks were burning. And it definitely wasn't from the alcohol.

Like, Baek Cheon (more like everyone since i like bl harems) absolutely creaming when he finds out this is THE plum blossom sword saint, this GUY RIGHT HERE HE TAUGHT HIM WHAT THE F-

🔞 | implied switch dynamics

The man that stood in front of Baek Cheon was decidedly not his younger martial sibling. Although the way he responded to Baek Cheon calling out his name said otherwise.

For one, the taller man's musculature was—ahem, Baek Cheon wills down the flush heating up his face as he snaps his eyes away from the man's...sizeable...arms—distracting in a different way compared to their Chung Myung's. And while their hairstyles were similar, their Chung Myung's jaw was less angular and more rounded with youth. He certainly didn't have the same silver strands of hair.

Baek Cheon warily eyes curse trap he and Chung Myung had accidentally triggered earlier. Despite its nickname as the Temple of Time, it seemed as if the architect of this place thought it would be funny to include some sort of seduction trap...

Chung Myung bends down and squints his eyes at the text inscribed on the lower wall. There was no one to chastise Baek Cheon for the way his eyes unconsciously drifted towards the man's raised bottom. It was very shapely.

"What does it say?" Baek Cheon asks, shaking off the distraction.

Chung Myung brushes back his hair with his scarred hands (hm? were they larger than Baek Cheon's?). He gives Baek Cheon an undiscernable look before mumbling to himself, "I guess I might as well tell him."

"I'm the Plum Blossom Sword Saint."

Baek Cheon snorts. "Nice try, brat. The last time we did the master-disciple roleplay, you couldn't even get the Plum Blossom Sword Saint's character right."

"You—! I really am though!"

"Then prove it."

Maybe it was because Chung Myung could see the attraction in Baek Cheon's own eyes, but the other man's gaze turns heated. "Oh? And how should this master prove it then?"

Chung Myung smoothly moves into a standing position. He takes a step forward and Baek Cheon finally gets to appreciate how this man's stature towers and engulfs his own. He takes two more steps forward and Baek Cheon finds himself pressed against the cool, stone walls.

Chung Myung's scarred, calloused hands meets his neck, his thumb presses against Baek Cheon's sped up pulse point. "Would fucking you up against this cave wall until your dumb and crying for more be enough to prove it? Or would you perhaps prefer to perversely have this master ride on your cock and drain you dry of all your cum until I'm the one crying out for you?"

Baek Cheon's breath stutters at the heat swirling in his stomach at the imagery.

"Or maybe you want this master to use his ancient sword on you? Stuff you full of my cold blade and my plum blossoms."

"You're crazy." Baek Cheon breathes out.

chung myung doesn't get pissed off. instead, he just nonchalantly steals baek cheon's robes and dons them. he has to fold the sleeves back a bit and cinch the waist tighter but, overall, not bad.

while the man is handling paperwork for their latest mission, chung myung would settle himself between his thighs and pull out the man's cock and swallow it whole.

chung myung would suck on it, alteranting between short and deep movements. All until he brings the other man into completion, enjoying the way large hands grip into his hair, unsure about whether to pull him away from him or push his head further into his crotch to take him in even deeper.

chung myung loves the way the man's thighs shudders as he releases all his cum down chung myung's throat to settle in his stomach.

baek cheon would be so overwhelmed by the pressing heat and the way his sajae's walls flutter against his cock that it would take all his self-control and willpower not to cum.

chung myung would lock his legs behind the man and press him deeper into his cunt when baek cheon tries to pull away.

baek cheon would feel his mind blank out as he feels the tip of his cock bump into the entrance of chung myung's womb. he would shudder through waves and waves of pleasure and release.