QT: Don't fall in love with the Male Lead

Chapter 214: Don't give in so easily [+18]

tw: explicit smut scene

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Han Yu doesn't need to be told twice.

His head dips bellow the line of Xi Zirui's sight, as he goes back to teasing his hole with slow, kittenish licks.

The light touches make Xi Zirui squirm. He feels so exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, he can't help twitching his hips up into Han Yu's face, desperate to get some more of that delicious sensation.

Han Yu reaches one hand across Xi Zirui's heaving abdomen, and holds him down. "Slow, shixiong. Let me do the work."

His words fill Xi Zirui with boiling, red hot indignity. He turns his face to the side, hiding it in the sheets.

Is Han Yu making fun of him for being too eager?

He was the one who was supposed to take control of the situation and use Han Yu to his advantage. Isn't that what humans are always harping on? Don't they all think foxes are sex maniacs who jump at the chance of having it with any human?

Han Yu does something particularly sweet with his tongue and Xi Zirui loses his train of thought. His breath catches in his throat, and he can't help the little choked off gasps that make it past his slack lips.

"Stop, stop," Xi Zirui says, squirming on the mussed sheets like a butterfly pinned by its wings. "Just fuck me already!"

That seems to have been what Han Yu was waiting to hear, because he drops one last kiss to the inside of Xi Zirui's thigh and says, "As shixiong, wishes."

Xi Zirui throws one hand over his eyes, to hide away from the mortification of his position, and the naked hunger in Han Yu's eyes.

He's faintly aware of Han Yu rummaging through his discarded robes, and then he feels the touch of something cold and wet being spread around his hole.

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"Do you just carry that around on yourself?" he asks, shutting up abruptly when a finger sinks into him without resistance.

His body opens up as wantonly for Han Yu's fingers as it did for his tongue, and Xi Zirui wants to curse himself for reacting as shamelessly as those bawdy human tales always said he would.

A second finger joins the first, and Han Yu fucks them gently in and out of Xi Zirui.

"Shixiong is so tight, so hot inside." His eyes are half-lidded, fixed on Xi Zirui's tight little hole and how it clings hungrily to his probing fingers.

"Just get on with it," Xi Zirui bites back. His cock is dripping a steady clear stream onto his stomach but Xi Zirui is determined to ignore it.

Each shock of pleasure feels like a betrayal.

Why does it feel so good?

He wants to move his hips back against Han Yu's fingers, but he holds himself steady. 

"Why is shixiong fighting this?" Han Yu asks, and does something with his fingers that makes Xi Zirui's spine arch off the bed. "Don't you want to feel good?"

His sharp brows are drawn in consternation, and he looks genuinely confused by Xi Zirui's determination to hide his pleasure.

"What have you done to make me feel good?" he retorts, propping himself up on his elbows and glaring at Han Yu between his spread thighs. 

Han Yu's eyes flash and he crawls up the bed and over Xi Zirui like a stalking predator laying claim over its helpless pray.

"I apologize for disappointing shixiong." He lowers his mouth onto Xi Zirui's neck and licks up a hot strip over his jugular all the way to his earlobe. "I'll endeavor to do better."

One of his hands holds on to Xi Zirui's waist, immobilizing him on the bed, while the other does something out of sight.

The next thing he knows, there's a blunt pressure at his entrance, and Han Yu's hot gaze boring down on him.

Slowly, his body gives way to the intrusion, and Han Yu sinks himself into him. Xi Zirui can't help grasping Han Yu's arms for support, trying to steady himself among the intense feeling of being fucked for the first time.

"So good," Han Yu sighs, when he finally bottoms out, dropping a gentle kiss to Xi Zirui's temple. "Shixiong is so tight around me, I almost can't stand it."

The only sounds Xi Zirui is capable of making are abortive little moans, coquettish sounds that he doesn't recognize as his own.

When Han Yu starts moving in earnest, fucking him with deep measured strokes, Xi Zirui can only keep holding on, trying not to fall apart before he gets what he needs from this.

Han Yu is making a lot of noise of his own, blissed out gasps every time he sheaths himself fully inside Xi Zirui, and hungry moans every time he pulls out until only the head of his cock remains inside.

"Shixiong's hungry little hole is trying to pull me back in," he says, smirking when a particular sharp thrust makes Xi Zirui's mouth fall open on a drawn out moan. "Shixiong should stop fighting his own pleasure."

Xi Zirui's body is a traitor, and he's finally tired of waging war against it.

With a desperate groan he hooks one arm over Han Yu's neck and pulls him down into him. Han Yu falls over his chest with a huff. Xi Zirui bites the place where his shoulder meets his neck until he can taste copper on his tongue. 

"Harder, faster, stop talking and fuck me" he says, his lips stained with red.

He starts moving his own hips in the rhythm of Han Yu's thrusts, hooking one leg over his waist and letting himself soak in the pleasure being poured into him, as well as Han Yu's vital energy, flowing into him like coursing river.

"Can I come inside, shixiong?" Han Yu trembles all over, as if the thought alone is enough to drive him to orgasm.

Xi Zirui realizes then, that he got everything wrong. He thought he was letting Han Yu hold an uncomfortable amount of power over him, but it's the other way around. 

Han Yu is at his mercy as much as if Xi Zirui had a sword to his neck.

His movements grow more sinuous, bolder. Han Yu's eyes widen in mindless ecstasy when Xi Zirui smiles at him with a bloody mouth from under his lashes, at the same time he scores his nails down Han Yu's slender back, raising angry red lines.

"Does shidi think he deserves it?"

Han Yu can only moan brokenly, his rhythm growing erratic. 

Xi Zirui's smirk widens. Maybe there is some truth to all those tales about foxes being insatiable. He might grow addicted to the taste of Han Yu's desperation.

"Please," he begs, sweat dripping from his forehead, from the strain of fucking Xi Zirui so hard that the bed is on the verge of breaking under their weight. "Please, shixiong, let me come inside."