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

Chapter 108: Don't reap what you sow [+18]

tw: explicit sexual content

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Han Yu's words send a shiver down Xi Zirui's spine.

He turns his face into Han Yu's neck, and whispers against his skin, "Is that a threat, or a promise?"

He gets his reply when Han Yu's fingers sink all the way inside him, rubbing across his prostate with terrible, vicious accuracy.

"It can be whatever Xi Zirui wants it to be," Han Yu coos against Xi Zirui's sweaty hair. "As long as he continues to make such sweet noises."

Han Yu sets a maddening pace as he fingerfucks Xi Zirui. Thrusting his fingers into Xi Zirui with a slow deliberate pace, teasing him by skimming over his prostate but only hard enough to keep the heat under Xi Zirui's skin simmering, not bring it to a boil.

"Harder," Xi Zirui begs, licking a strip across Han Yu's clean neck, canting his hips up into the slow drag of his fingers.

"Xi Zirui mustn't be impatient, it's bad for his health," Han Yu says, and slows down the pace of his tortuous fingerfucking to glacial levels.

"I thought...I thought you said you were done teasing," Xi Zirui whines, sucking his lower lip between his teeth, hissing out a pained exhale.

He gets a soft bite to the upper shell of his ear for his provocation. "I lied."

Xi Zirui fucks himself up and down on Han Yu's fingers, which have now gone completely still inside of him. "E-Evil."

Han Yu chuckles, delighted, and presses a kiss to Xi Zirui's messy, sweaty hair. "See? There's no reason for Xi Zirui do doubt my free will. Would restrictive programming allow me to disobey a human's commands?"

That's a good point. And if Xi Zirui had more available brain power it would bring him some reassurance, as it stands he's too preoccupied with getting fucked within an inch of his life.

After a few more teasing strokes, Han Yu pulls out his fingers, making Xi Zirui whine at the loss.

"What are you doi-"

The words stick to his throat when he cranes his neck around and sees Han Yu pulling down the zipper of his own jumpsuit.

"Giving Xi Zirui his reward," he says, an indulgent smile playing at his lips.

He divests himself of the jumpsuit and his underwear and leans back on his elbows on the bed, his cock hard against his stomach.

The sight of his naked body makes Xi Zirui salivate, all of him sculpted to perfection, a lithe swimmer's built with a cut stomach and lean thighs and arms.

Xi Zirui scrambles to sit on his lap, to take his lips in a kiss and run his hands down his hard chest.

Han Yu's hands grip his ass, digging into the soft skin before slapping first one cheek and then the other.

Xi Zirui hisses at the delicious stinging and rubs his leaking cock on the valleys and hills of Han Yu's defined abs.

He's glad to see that Han Yu is as excited as him about the proceedings, but he can't fully turn off the part of his brain that worries that he might be doing all this for Xi Zirui's benefit.

Reaching behind himself, he wraps his fingers around Han Yu's hard cock and strokes it gently up and down. He's surprised to find it wet with precum.

Han Yu raises a single eyebrow at Xi Zirui's bewildered look. "Is it not to Xi Zirui's liking?"

Xi Zirui shakes his head, feeling warmth climb up his neck and cheeks. "No, I was just wondering, does this feel goo to you too?" he asks, and tightens his hand around Han Yu's cock to illustrate his point.

Han Yu looks confused for a moment, before his lips set into a thin line. "As opposed to being something I endure for Xi Zirui's benefit?"

Xi Zirui wants to say that's not what he meant, but he can't deny that's what it sounded like.

He's trying to come up with something to say when Han Yu's face breaks into a sunny grin.

"I have no problem showing Xi Zirui how much I enjoy it," he says, petting Xi Zirui's flank with his hand as if he's a spooked horse.

Xi Zirui has no idea what he's going to do until he wraps his fingers around his waist and lifts him up above his straining cock.

It's such a similar scenario to what Xi Zirui fantasized about that it almost makes his eyes roll back in his skull. 

He loves Han Yu's careless displays of strength. How in this world he can pick him up like it's nothing. 

"Wait," he says, bracing one hand across Han Yu's chest.

It's a good thing that he has enough presence of mind to stop Han Yu before he spears him on his cock with nothing but his own come for lube.

Xi Zirui still has the magic lube from the second world that appears at his fingertips whenever he needs it. He reaches under one of the pillows and sure enough, there's the trusty bottle.

He shoves it into Han Yu's hand, trusting him to know what to do.

One-handed, Han Yu uncaps the bottle over his had cock and drizzles a thick coating of lube over it. Then, he angles Xi Zirui above him, smearing his twitching hole in the wetness covering his cockhead. 

Xi Zirui holds on Han Yu's biceps with trembling fingers, his lips red from the abuse of his teeth.

Han Yu smiles at him sweetly and leans forward to drop a kiss on the tip of his nose, at the very same moment he drives his hips upwards and feeds his hard cock into Xi Zirui's hole in one single stroke.

Xi Zirui chokes from the suddenness of it, his eyelids fluttering over his eyes.

Han Yu lets out a broken moan, his fingers digging into Xi Zirui's waist. "It feels so good inside Xi Zirui," he says, whispering the words against his neck. 

"What does it feel like?" Xi Zirui asks, tentatively moving his hips up and down.

To him it feels like being set on fire form the inside, like all his nerve endings light up at once and all he can do is try to hold on as pleasure threatens to render him insensate at every turn. He loves having Han Yu's big cock thrusting inside him, robbing him of speech and reason.

And he loves what it does to Han Yu too.

How he looks like fucking Xi Zirui is the best thing that has ever happened to him, how his groans of pleasure almost sound like pain. How his fingers dig desperately into Xi Zirui's skin, as if he's afraid he will disappear if he doesn't hold on tight enough.

Han Yu fucks as if he's a man on death row, and Xi Zirui is his last meal.

Xi Zirui wants nothing more than to be consumed by that boundless hunger.

"It feels hot," Han Yu says, his fingers twitching on Xi Zirui's hipbones as he grinds him down on his cock. 

His eyes fly up towards Xi Zirui, hazy with lust. "How can it be so hot?"

The lost look on his face allows Xi Zirui to regain some control of the situation, he wraps his arms around Han Yu's neck, and balances himself on his knees. The new position allows him to control the pace, and fuck himself back on Han Yu's cock.

"Because I want you so much," he says, whispering the words against Han Yu's neck. "That's why it's hot inside me."

Han Yu looks up at him, his eyes wide and overwhelmed. He doesn't pant for breath like a human, doesn't sweat either, but there isn't any part of him that isn't affected by what it feels like to fuck Xi Zirui.

"Am I your first?" Xi Zirui asks, balancing himself on backwards on Han Yu's knees with a smirk.

Han Yu nods. "I think so, I don't have any memories from before meeting Xi Zirui." 

Xi Zirui drives himself down at the same moment Han Yu's hips snap up, and it's almost enough to make him come.

Han Yu runs a reverent hand over Xi Zirui's tight stomach, up to his flushed chest. "It's almost as if my life only started after I met Xi Zirui."

Xi Zirui curses him, fucking himself harder now, feeling the solid weight of Han Yu's cock ram up against his sensitive prostate with every upstroke.

"You can't say that," he says, shaking his head, trying to stave off his orgasm for a little while later.

Han Yu doesn't give him any respite. 

He wraps his hands around Xi Zirui's waist and pulls him off his cock, dumping him unceremoniously on the bed on his front.

Xi Zirui scrabbles to get his knees under him, but Han Yu doesn't give him time, shoving his hot cock inside him in one smooth stroke.

In this position the head of his cock hits Xi Zirui's prostate dead on with each vicious stroke. 

Han Yu is aware of that, and thrusts into Xi Zirui with unrelenting snaps of his hips. "Xi Zirui looks good like this, under me," he says, and licks a strip across Xi Zirui's back, the muscles twitching under his hot tongue. "Xi Zirui said he wasn't my owner, but I wouldn't mind being is."

Xi Zirui lets out a tortured moan, gripping the sheets between his stiff fingers, incensed by the possessive edge of Han Yu's sweet voice. 

"Yes, yours, yes," he babbles, his body sliding across the sheets with the rhythm of Han Yu's hips.

Han Yu snaps his hips in a vicious thrust making Xi Zirui choke on his words, and come all over himself and the sheets with a broken moan.