Chapter 63: Don't do it on your husband's bed [+18]

tw: explicit sexual content

They rush up the stairs giggling. Xi Zirui in front and Han Yu chasing after him. He'll let himself fall behind on purpose just so he can feel Han Yu's hands all over him.

He slips free eventually, and dashes to the bedroom, debating whether or not to close the door and try to hold off Han Yu.

In the end the decision is made for him when Han Yu rushes into the room and picks him up under the thighs. 

"What are you doing?" Xi Zirui asks, laughing breathlessly while Han Yu spins him in the air.

"Making you dizzy so I can have my way with you," Han Yu grins, and throws him down on the mattress.

Xi Zirui bounces a few times before Han Yu climbs on top of him and pins his wrists to the mattress. "The rich young master is completely at my mercy now," Han Yu says, wagging his eyebrows in a way that's supposed to make him look menacing. 

Xi Zirui desperately wants to laugh, but instead he puts on a sober face, and whimpers, "Oh no, how am I going to get out of this now? Please noble warrior, have mercy on me, I'm a virgin."

Han Yu's stoic face collapses with Xi Zirui's tearful pleas and he descends into a fit of giggles. 

Xi Zirui takes advantage of his distraction to break free from his hold and reverse their positions.

He settles himself over Han Yu's lap, and pins his arms to the bed, keeping him still under him. "Now look who has the upper hand."

Han Yu's eyes take on a hazy sheen. "Maybe I'm the virgin, and gege has to teach me how to fuck him properly."

His words send an electric jolt down Xi Zirui's spine. That works, that really works.

Xi Zirui leans down over Han Yu's chest and takes his lips into a bruising kiss, exploring his mouth as if it really is the first time.

In a way, it's always different every time they have sex in a different world. Han Yu's kisses never change, but what he likes in bed does.

Han Yu's hunger is a match for his own, and he tries to lift his chest up to get closer to Xi Zirui, to take more control of the kiss.

Xi Zirui tightens his grip on his biceps. "Gege is calling the shots here. Gege can't trust didi to know what he's doing," he says, cooing the words into Han Yu's ear.

"Gege is so mean," Han Yu whines, twisting his hips this way and that, trying to topple Xi Zirui.

Xi Zirui steadies him with a hand wrapped loosely around his neck. "Didi likes it when I'm mean."

A full-body shiver runs through Han Yu and he goes pliant under Xi Zirui, pupils blown wide. 

Experimentally, Xi Zirui tightens his fingers just a fraction.

Han Yu's eyes roll in their sockets and he lets out a low moan that goes straight to Xi Zirui's cock.

They both realize at the same time what a travesty it is that they're still wearing clothes.

Between hungry kisses that turn biting and sharp, they make short work of their clothes, tearing at a each other. Xi Zirui shimmies out of his joggers and Han Yu's hand joins his in pulling his boxers down his thighs, stopping midway to dig into an ass cheek.

Xi Zirui hisses into his open mouth and pulls Han Yu's shirt over his head.

Han Yu gets rid of his own boxers and once they're both naked pulls Xi Zirui by the hip into the cradle of his spread legs.

Xi Zirui cups the back of Han Yu's neck making him look him in the eye as he licks a broad strip across his palm and trails it down Han Yu's tight stomach, making his muscles jump with his feather-like touch before wrapping his fist around both their lengths.

Xi Zirui watches as Han Yu's eyelids flutter and his breathing becomes uneven.

He isn't unaffected, but he wants to make Han Yu lose his mind before he gives in.

"Keep watching didi," Xi Zirui says, and tightens his fingers. With such minimal lubrication there isn't much he can do besides tease them both.

But teasing is enough, judging by the red blush traveling down Han Yu's neck and into his smooth chest. His nipples are like two copper coins in his heaving chest, drawing the eye. Xi Zirui wants to bite them. 

"Gege, let me fuck you," Han Yu whines, his plea sounding at once sultry and coy. 

He cants his hips upwards fucking into Han Yu's fist. He bites his lower lip when their cockheads rub together. Xi Zirui too can't help the low moan that spills over his raw lips.

"Is didi going to do a good job of it?" Xi Zirui asks, wrapping his fingers around Han Yu's throat again. "Or is he going to come the second he gets his cock inside, like the inexperienced virgin he is?"

Han Yu moans, raspy and low in his throat, and hides his flaming face against Xi Zirui's neck. "I'll be good, I promise I'll be good for gege."

Xi Zirui has teased both of them enough. He's hungry for it too. His thumb and forefinger barely meet around the girth of Han Yu's cock, and as always, it makes his mouth water.

He knows how it feels inside him, rubbing into where he's most sensitive and making him see stars. But memory can't compare to the real thing.

It's not enough to touch Han Yu, feel his heated skin beneath his fingertips, Xi Zirui wants him inside. He is just as consumed,  just as incensed and desperate as Han Yu - even if he's better at hiding it.

Xi Zirui gets up from Han Yu's lap and walks towards the side table. He rummages inside the drawer until the finds what he's looking for.

He throws the half-empty bottle of lube at Han Yu and says, "I hope didi can live up to my expectations."

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Xi Zirui rushes Han Yu all through prep, but Han Yu is in the mood to take it slow, teasing him with his fingers, barely pulling out. He likes to have them hooked inside and tug gently on the rim just to hear Xi Zirui hiss curses into his ear.

There's only so long Xi Zirui is willing to put up with this slow tease.

He's sitting on Han Yu's lap again, but this time they're both in the middle of the bed. 

Xi Zirui lifts himself up from Han Yu's fingers and pushes him back against the mattress. 

Han Yu's eyes widen when he understands Xi Zirui's intention. His hands immediately fly up to Xi Zirui's slender waist to steady him as he lowers himself onto his straining cock.

Xi Zirui sucks his lower lip between his teeth to prevent himself from moaning shamelessly at the delicious stretch.

"I want to hear you, gege," Han Yu begs, his fingernails cutting crescent moons into Xi Zirui's waist and hips.

Letting gravity help, Xi Zirui slams down all the way, cursing when Han Yu's cockhead brushes against his prostate in the most tantalizing way.

"What have you done to deserve it?" Xi Zirui asks, his right hand flying up to Han Yu's neck again, while his left is stretched out behind his back, holding down Han Yu's knee for support.

It's as if he has turned Han Yu into his own personal seesaw and is just using him for his pleasure.

The thought makes his cock grow wetter and his insides tighter.

Beneath him, Han Yu gasps. "So hot, fuck gege, need to move."

Xi Zirui tightens the fingers around Han Yu's neck. "Not until I've come on your cock."

Han Yu whimpers pitifully and Xi Zirui bounces down on his thighs making him swallow his pleas and replace them with moans. 

"Gege can't trust a virgin like didi to do all the work," Xi Zirui moans, biting down on a hiss when a sharp downwards thrust makes his nerves light up.

Han Yu feels so big inside of him, almost like he shouldn't even fit. 

Xi Zirui pulls his fingers off Han Yu's neck who sucks in air with a thirsty gasp, and runs them down his own chest and under his bellybutton. He presses down on his abdomen, where it feels distended and hard to the touch.

A jolt runs though Han Yu, and Xi Zirui smirks into his wide eyes. "Does didi like feeling how deep inside of me he is?"

Han Yu can only nod, open-mouthed and panting. He's sweating so much his hair has long come out of the ponytail and is now plastered against his temples. He looks like fucking Xi Zirui is wrecking him.

Then again, he's not really fucking Xi Zirui, is he? Xi Zirui is fucking himself on him.

Exhilarating as it is, the realization makes him decide to take pity on Han Yu.

Besides, Xi Zirui is looking forward to getting wrecked too.

He stops his slow back and forth rocking, and gets up from Han Yu's lap, who scrambles at his waist in a desperate bid to pull him back onto his cock.

"Gege is feeling generous," Xi Zirui says, and settles himself on his hand and knees. He smirks at Han Yu over his shoulder. "If didi does a good job, gege will let him come inside."

Han Yu scrambles all over Xi Zirui's back, licking and kissing his spine, clutching at his waist. "You're so fucking hot, fuck, Zirui," he moans, and shoves himself inside in one smooth thrust.

The sheer force of it makes Xi Zirui collapse onto his chest, supported only by Han Yu's vicious grip on his hips.

Xi Zirui hisses with the each sharp snap of Han Yu's hips, his fingers digging for purchase on the slippery covers. That's what he was looking for, that mindless rhythm that leaves him brainless and needy, reduced to an amalgam of his baser instincts.

"Harder, didi, harder." His arm shoots backward aimlessly trying to find some part of Han Yu to hold on to.

Han Yu grips Xi Zirui's wrist and pins it to his back. "Let didi take care of you," he whispers, and fucks into Xi Zirui with a particularly vicious snap of his hips.

Xi Zirui nods mindlessly and lets himself be rocked up the bed by the rhythm of Han Yu's hips, his mouth hanging open as a litany of moans make it past his slack lips.

"I can feel you tightening around on me every time I pull out, like you're trying to suck me back in" Han Yu snarls, his fingers digging into his skin. "Does gege like my cock inside him that much."

"I love it." Xi Zirui gasps when his words elicit a sharp thrust. Han Yu loves being praised, loves knowing he gives Xi Zirui pleasure.

Xi Zirui smirks and decides to use it to his advantage. "No one has ever fucked me as well as didi," he moans, and gets another sharp thrust and desperate gasp from Han Yu. "Didi's huge cock is going to make me come."

After that he doesn't have the available brain power to string words together as Han Yu drives into him with a series of sharp thrusts that hit his prostate with vicious accuracy. The only sounds he's capable of making are little abortive, "ah ah ah" gasps as his pleasure mounts.

And then, "I'm going to come, didi."

Han Yu lets go of his wrist, slides his hand under Xi Zirui and wraps it around his weeping cock.

It only takes a couple of strokes for Xi Zirui to be throwing his head back against Han Yu's shoulder in a drawn out moan, and coming all up his own stomach and chest.

The contractions of his orgasms are all it takes to tip Han Yu over the edge. He can only manage a few more desperate thrusts before he's gasping and coming deep inside Xi Zirui.

They stay like that for a few moments, panting together, trying to get their breathing under control.

Han Yu peppers soft kisses over Xi Zirui's shoulders, and whispers an apology against his sweaty skin, when pulling out makes Xi Zirui hiss at the drag on his overstimulated rim.

Xi Zirui turns around on his back and wraps his arms around Han Yu's neck. "Didi made a mess of me."

Han Yu hums, satisfaction coming off him in waves. "I did."

"I'm all wet now," he whines with a put-upon frown. "Didi should take responsibility and clean me up."

Han Yu's pupils spillover into his irises, and Xi Zirui can feel his cock make a valiant effort to get hard again.

He kisses Xi Zirui breathlessly, and then says,"Didi will do whatever gege wants him to," before trailing a path of kisses down his chest, and lower still.