Chapter 169: Don't be ruined [+18]

tw: explicit sex scenes 

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Han Yu seems content to watch his fingers disappear into Xi Zirui, leisurely stroking them in and out of his twitching hole. Xi Zirui tries to adjust his position to get him to reach that spot inside that makes him see stars, but Han Yu keeps missing it by the smallest margin.

After a few moments of this prolonged torture Xi Zirui lets out a frustrated whine. "Does my King need guidance?"

He can't see Han Yu's face, but the very next moment the tips of his fingers brush unerringly across his sensitive prostate, the feeling electric as it zaps through him.

Xi Zirui enjoys only a brief moment of satisfaction before Han Yu resumes his slow shallow thrusting, completely bypassing his sweet spot once again.

"You just had it!" he shouts, voice rising in frustration.

"What, this?" Xi Zirui can nearly hear the smirk in Han Yu's voice as his fingers find their target once again, driving into him with vicious accuracy but fleeting softness. "For a virgin his Majesty knows his body very well."

Ah, he almost forgot about that little detail. 

"I've always dreamed about the day a dashing barbarian would break into my rooms and have his wicked, barbarian way with me," Xi Zirui says, grinning when his breathless words make Han Yu scowl at him.

"This barbarian will show you what that kind of dream gets you."

Without preamble, he slips his fingers out of Xi Zirui and positions himself on his knees behind him. He rubs his red cockhead against the quivering, slick hole, teasing it before bullying his way inside the welcoming heat.

Xi Zirui lowers his head into his crossed arms and bites his lip to hold back the drawn out moan at the delicious feeling of Han Yu sinking into him.

He's panting by the time Han Yu's hips meet his ass, shivers running up and down his spine.

But Han Yu remains still, content to remain inside Xi Zirui completely immobile.

"My King is supposed to move," Xi Zirui says, throwing him a glare over the shoulder.

Han Yu meets his eyes with a smirk, and brings down his palm across Xi Zirui's ass again. "I want to see his Majesty work for it."

Xi Zirui has half a mind to curse him out, but he believes in Han Yu's ability to deliver mind-blowing orgasms. Even, or maybe especially, when he's being a contrary bastard.

So Xi Zirui spreads his legs wider and works himself back onto Han Yu's cock. 

Han Yu's hands come up around his waist, but just to hold him in place. He's determined to remain immobile and let Xi Zirui do all the work.

Xi Zirui will make him regret this course of action. 

He'll have him losing his mind in no time.

He twists his head to the side so he can look Han Yu in the eye while working himself on his cock. Biting his lower lip, he lets out a drawn out moan. "My King feels so big inside me."

Han Yu has no reaction besides the twitching of his fingers on Xi Zirui's waist, but that's fine, Xi Zirui knows he'll break him eventually.

It's hard to keep a steady pace in this position, he doesn't have as much control as if he were riding Han Yu, and he can't get Han Yu's cock as deep as he wants it. 

He resorts to playing dirty.

Reaching behind himself, he touches his stretched rim, struggling to take all of Han Yu's cock, and lets out a wounded moan. "Your cock is so big, it's splitting me open."

Despite his attempts to restrain himself, Han Yu screws into him just that little bit deeper.

Xi Zirui chalks it up as a victory.

"Does my King like fucking me?" Xi Zirui asks, dropping all pretense and smirking openly. "Does this tight hole feel good wrapped around his cock?"

Han Yu's nostrils flare, and his grip on Xi Zirui's hips turns punishing, but he still doesn't break.

Time to bring out the big guns.

Xi Zirui drops his chest to the bed, stretching out his arms to cling to the sheets, only his hips raised so he can continue to fuck himself ineffectively. 

He knows Han Yu wants him to beg, to plead crazily for the harsh fucking he isn't getting so Han Yu can feel victorious and like he has fully conquered enemy territory when he comes inside him.

Xi Zirui might have no attachment to being the Emperor of Xin, but he is attached to getting his way in bed.

"I wonder if all barbarian's cocks are as big as yours." Xi Zirui says, gasping out the words with each backwards swing of his hips.

Han Yu's hands steady him in place, preventing him from moving. "What?"

Now he has him where he wants him.

"Does my King command a big army? Maybe I can service his soldiers too."

He expects the vicious slap that lands on one of his cheeks, but not the hand that wraps around his upper arm and hauls him up against Han Yu's chest.

"This King is not done fucking you yet, and you're already talking of other men?" Han Yu asks, pinning Xi Zirui in place as he thrusts into him viciously, reaching all the delicious spots Xi Zirui couldn't on his own, prying ragged breaths from his throat.

"Why do you care?" Xi Zirui asks, twisting his head to lick a defiant strip across Han Yu's lips.

"From your entire rotten empire, I don't want even a jade hairpin," Han Yu says, one of his hands sliding down Xi Zirui's abdomen to wrap around his cock, squeezing almost viciously. "But you? You I'll take as my spoils of war once my people defeat Xin."

He punctuates his words with a series of vicious thrusts that make Xi Zirui feel like a ragdoll, his senses narrowing down to all the places where Han Yu touches him -- inside and out.

Each press of Han Yu's cock, feels like he's trying to mark his territory inside Xi Zirui. Trying to carve a space for himself that only he will be able to fill.

His teeth drag across Xi Zirui's neck almost savagely. Xi Zirui half-expects him to bite down. Han Yu's hand is like a vice around his weeping cock, and he's hitting Xi Zirui's prostate with each thrust now. Stabbing his cock into his quivering insides hard and deep.

Xi Zirui squirms in place where Han Yu holds him from all the pleasure running through his body, each harsh snap of Han Yu's hips make him gasp in mindless ecstasy, pant out words that make no sense.

He only realizes he's drooling when he feels wetness run down his chest, slicking over a hard nipple.

"No one can touch you but me," Han Yu says, fucking up into Xi Zirui's tight hole desperately. "This King will take you back to his people, dress you in our clothes, and keep you chained inside his tent forever"

Han Yu starts bouncing Xi Zirui back on his cock, holding him up with one arm around his waist and another on his shoulder so he can position him however he wants. Xi Zirui greedily takes whatever he's given, always hungry for more. His mouth now open in a permanent shameless moan.

"I might be a prisoner here, but it's me who owns you," Han Yu says, driving his cock into Xi Zirui so deeply Xi Zirui feels skewered by it. "Say, it. Tell me who owns you."

Xi Zirui shudders, his lower half rocked by spasms as Han Yu continues battering his walls into submission. The wet squelch of their joining fills the room. 

Han Yu holds Xi Zirui in place by the hips again with both hands. "Who owns you?" he asks again, licking a hot strip over Xi Zirui's tense neck.

"You do," Xi Zirui gasps, trying to cling to reason, as his orgasm draws nearer like the incoming tide, his insides quivering in anticipation of the release he can feel darkening the edge of his vision.

Han Yu slams inside him one last time before coming with a bitten off moan. He lets Xi Zirui's squirming insides milk his orgasm from him, content to stay in place and let the pliant body in his arms struggle for his own release.

He chuckles darkly at Xi Zirui's tiny, frantic mewls, at his inelegant attempts to fuck himself back into Han Yu's cock and cross that last hurdle that separates him from what he knows is going to be a mind-numbing orgasm.

"Do you think we are over?" Han Yu asks, one of his hands splaying over Xi Zirui's abdomen. "This King has only just started."

It's then that he notices that Han Yu's cock is still hard inside of him. Before Xi Zirui can fully register what's happening Han Yu pulls out of him, and pushes him onto his back on the bed.

Xi Zirui lets out an overwhelmed moan when Han Yu fucks back inside him, all the cum he poured inside Xi Zirui's hole frothing up around his hard cock.

"My King can fuck me as much as he wants," Xi Zirui rasps out, his voice ruined by all the moans Han Yu tore from his throat.

Han Yu slams into him viciously, his smirk sharp. "I intend to."