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

Chapter 156: Don't attempt the impossible [+18]

Han Yu looks up at him, his eyes wide, his mouth open on a ragged moan.

Xi Zirui can almost see the gears of his mind turning with all the filthy things he wants to do with him.

Xi Zirui can't wait.

"On your hands and knees," Han Yu says, lifting himself up on his elbows, his gaze smoldering from beneath the fan of his curling lashes. "Ass in the air."

Han Yu doesn't need to tell him twice. Xi Zirui scrambles to get off him and to bend himself over the low table in front of the sofa, swiping all of the knickknacks on top of it with his arm before lowering his chest onto the cool wood.

No sooner is he arching his spine and spreading his legs for Han Yu to fit between them than a slap lands soundly on one round cheek, making the flesh bounce and smart from the impact.

"Have I ever told you, you have an outstanding ass?" Han Yu asks, his fingers digging into reddened skin as Xi Zirui moans in satisfaction.

"I don't think so," Xi Zirui says, panting into his folded arms.

Another loud smack lands on the other cheek.

"Liar," Han Yu says, Xi Zirui can almost hear his smirk.

Xi Zirui spreads his knees wider and arches his hips higher. "Are you just going to look at it or are you going to do something?"

In his current position, he can't see what Han Yu is doing behind him, but he can feel when the blunt head of his cock presses against his hole without warning, pushing against the resistance of his wet rim until it surrenders and accepts the intrusion.

Han Yu doesn't stop going once the fat head of his cock is in, he keeps fucking in until all of him is sheathed in Xi Zirui's hot, twitching insides.

"Fuck, a little warning next time," Xi Zirui says, struggling to get his breathing under control. He feels so full, like he can feel Han Yu in his throat.

He gets another smack for his troubles and a rough thrust that makes him yelp, and then croon in pleasure when Han Yu's cock rubs against his prostate.

"You love it." Han Yu drapes himself across Xi Zirui's back and bites a trail of kisses into his exposed neck. "You love being fucked hard and put away wet."

Xi Zirui pushes back into Han Yu's next thrust, meeting the rhythm of his hips. There's no point denying it to play coy, when they have done this so much that Han Yu can tell when Xi Zirui is going to come by the contractions of his insides, by the way his breath catches and his brow furrows.

There's nothing Xi Zirui can keep from him, especially not during moments like these.

But even in the middle of all their familiarity, Han Yu still finds ways to surprise him.

"Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" he asks, his voice ragged from how hard he's trying to hold himself back from coming.

Xi Zirui's mind is runny, like ripe fruit left too long in the sun, it's hard to hold on to any of his own thoughts, let alone guess what Han Yu is thinking about.

"How good it feels to fuck me?" Xi Zirui guesses, it's usually part of Han Yu's usual repertoire, so he wouldn't be surprised if that's the case.

The hand Han Yu has on his waist, slides down lower and wraps around Xi Zirui's straining cock, caging it against his abdomen. The short burst of friction brings Xi Zirui that much closer to the edge and he cants his hips back into Han Yu's thrusts, trying to entice him into speeding up and and fuck him harder.

Instead, Han Yu goes slower, thrusting slow and shallow into Xi Zirui's tight hole.

"I'm thinking about breeding you again," he says, punctuating his words with a sudden vicious thrust and a slap that almost makes Xi Zirui bite his tongue. "Do you want that? Uh, gege? Didi? Owner? Shizun? Father-in-law? Husband?"

His words drive into Xi Zirui like knives, ramping up his pleasure and making him clutch desperately at the table as Han Yu's punishing rhythm jerks his body over the smooth wood, rubbing his nipples raw.

Han Yu fists a handful of Xi Zirui's hair and wrenches his head backwards, leaning down to whisper into his ear. "What haven't we been to each other?"

Xi Zirui tries to say something but it's a losing battle, he's only capable of making breathy sounds, raw and wounded as Han Yu's cock drags sweetly into him, robbing him of speech and all rationality.

One hand wraps around his abdomen to pull him flush against Han Yu's chest. Xi Zirui thinks that if Han Yu moves his hand a few centimetres down he'll be able to feel the shape of his own cock through the skin of Xi Zirui's tummy.

"No matter what, you're mine, right?" Han Yu asks, whining the words into the shell of Xi Zirui's ear. He sounds desperate now, with none of the earlier bluster.

His rhythm falters, the precipice of his orgasm drawing nearer each time he pounds into Xi Zirui's impossibly tight hole. 

Xi Zirui covers Han Yu's hand on his abdomen with his own, and whispers, "Forever," turning his head to the side to nip at Han Yu's jaw.

That's all it takes for Han Yu to unravel, burying his cock in Xi Zirui as deep as it will go before coming with a bitten off gasp.

His free hand strips Xi Zirui's oversensitive cock in fast passes counterpoint to the slow languid movements of his hips, milking the last of his orgasm.

Both of them are left panting in a mess of their own fluids. Han Yu moves to pull out but Xi Zirui reaches back to hold him in place by the hip.

"No, stay," he whispers, still winded. "Let's make sure it takes.

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After, Han Yu leans against the foot of the sofa and pulls Xi Zirui into the cradle of his spread tights. He drops small, butterfly kisses onto Xi Zirui's shoulders as his hands splay over his sticky abdomen.

"Leaving is going to be very awkward," Xi Zirui says, bemoaning the thought of having to put on his underwear and pajamas over the mess on his stomach and thighs.

"Worth it, though," Han Yu says, nipping at the top of Xi Zirui's ear.

Xi Zirui slaps the side of his thigh. "Of course you'd say that, you're not the one covered in cum."

Behind him, Han Yu lets out an amused giggle. "But my Xi-fei looks great like this, how can this Prince help himself?"

Xi Zirui smacks him again.

They stay in silence for a little while, just enjoying each other's company and whatever little time they have left before Ni Ni reminds them it's time to go.

Xi Zirui is drawing lazy circles on the skin of Han Yu's thigh when the question bursts forth from him, "How were they, when you, uhm, last saw them?"

After a moment of introspective consideration, Han Yu answers him. "They were well, optimistic that I would get better. Especially Zhiye. He's such sunny boy, he thinks everything is wonderful and that every single person he meets is a friend." He shakes his head fondly. "I don't know who he gets it from, couldn't have been from either of us."

Xi Zirui smiles. "Couldn't have."

"Han Xiu, you know, always more stoic, even since she was a baby." Han Yu smiles, gazing into the distance.

Xi Zirui does remember, it was always one of the most endearing things about her. How such a chubby child could look so serious and proper even when she was too young to know what that was.

"She mellowed out a little as she grew up, she was still serious, but she smiled often too." He takes in a sobering breath, his arms tightening around Xi Zirui. "Between the two of them, her smile was the most like yours."

"I hope you didn't tell her that," Xi Zirui says, still drawing random shapes on Han Yu's skin. He can feel his heart lodged in his throat, threatening to choke him. "It would make her sad."

Han Yu's breathing hitches, and he burrows his face into the back of Xi Zirui's fluffy hair. "No, of course not."

Xi Zirui nods. "Thank you, for staying with them, I'm sure you were a wonderful dad."

Han Yu lets out a hollow laugh, his voice watery. "I was terrified most of the time. You have no idea how hard it was to do it without you. Bai Mi and Ji Limei helped, of course, but they had their own children, I couldn't rely on them for everything."

Xi Zirui tightens his fingers over Han Yu's. "I know, I can't even imagine," he draws in an unsteady breath before continuing. "But I'm still jealous."

He tilts his head up to meet Han Yu's eyes, and realizes Han Yu is openly crying, the tears falling silently from his eyes. Xi Zirui shifts around in his arms and pulls him down into a kiss, flavored with the taste of their combined tears.