QT: Don't fall in love with the Male Lead - Chapter 215: [Bonus Chapter] Don't be competitive [+18]

Xi Zirui can feel a fresh new influx of qi coursing through his meridians. He thought he would need to focus to draw the qi from Han Yu, but it seems his body instinctively knows what to do.

The more qi he absorbs the more intense the pleasure building up inside him. It spreads from that electric spot inside him, all the way through his limbs.

“Gege,” Han Yu moans brokenly, returning to a word he hasn’t called Xi Zirui in a long time. “Please.”

He looks to be on the verge of tears, fucking Xi Zirui almost desperately.

It’s the most erotic sight of Xi Zirui’s life.

Emboldened by the fresh waves of qi flowing through him, Xi Zirui easily reverts their positions.

Han Yu moans at the loss of contact when he slips out of Xi Zirui, but moments later gasps in incredulous delight when Xi Zirui steadies his hands on his heaving chest, and lowers himself on his cock.

“Shixiong, fuck, I’m going to die.” Han Yu’s eyes are glued to Xi Zirui’s hole, opening up so greedily to take all of Han Yu’s thick cock inside.

Xi Zirui takes all of him back inside with a startled gasp, shocked by his own boldness.

He shocks himself further by wrapping a hand around Han Yu’s neck and squeezing. “Quiet,” he hisses.

Han Yu’s pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks in his irises. Xi Zirui thinks he can almost feel him getting harder, if such a thing is possible.

“You’ll come after I do,” Xi Zirui says, grinding down on Han Yu’s hips, making the head of his cock squeeze up against that spot that makes him see stars.

He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, but Xi Zirui likes it. He likes the dazed look in Han Yu’s eyes, and likes being in control like this.

He closes his eyes and rolls his hips, chasing his own pleasure. Han Yu’s cock feels so good inside of him, he never thought he would like sex this much. Part of him always assumed people were exaggerating the ecstasy of it. He’s reconsidering, now that his belly feels like it’s on fire, and that even the air displacement of his movements against his aching cock makes him feel like he could come at any second.

Han Yu whines pitifully under him, the sound choked up by Xi Zirui’s grip around his throat. He tries to cant his hips up, fuck him at his own pace.

Xi Zirui slackens his grip and Han Yu drinks down the air that rushes into his burning lungs greedily. He takes advantage of that small concession to wrap his hands around Xi Zirui’s slim waist and revert their positions once again.

His hard cock slips out again, but he pins Xi Zirui under him and buries himself to the root with a satisfied grunt.

“Shixiong’s slutty hole doesn’t want to let go of me,” Han Yu says, holding up Xi Zirui’s knees and watching himself disappear inside his body avidly.

Every time Xi Zirui tries to say something scathing, a particularly well-aimed thrust steals the words out of him, leaving him to squirm in the throes of ecstasy.

Han Yu lowers himself over Xi Zirui, and kisses him, moaning into the kiss as if it feels as good as fucking Xi Zirui.

“Please, shixiong, let shidi take care of you.”

The wounded plea in his voice finally breaks through Xi Zirui’s defenses. He wraps one arm around Han Yu’s neck, and whispers, “Shut up and just do it.”

After that Xi Zirui stops trying to compete with Han Yu and starts working with him, letting his body unspool from the tight coil of pleasure so that it can flow into him freely. The intensity mounts, and it only takes a few, breathless, well-aimed thrusts for him to be coming between the two of them, painting his chest and tummy in ropes of white.

Xi Zirui’s insides contract like a vice around Han Yu’s cock in the aftershocks of his orgasm, and Han Yu’s pace grows erratic.

“Shixiong, I’m going to cum,” Han Yu warns, eyes wide and feverish.

His mind still fuzzy from his orgasm, and the amount of qi flowing into him Xi Zirui closes his eyes and nods.

Han Yu hides his face in the crook of Xi Zirui’s neck and comes with a strangled moan. Xi Zirui doesn’t expect to feel the wet rush of cum filling him up, but he does. The intimacy of it makes his already feverish cheeks burn.

Unable to deal with his feelings he bites Han Yu on the shoulder. Again.

Han Yu collapses on top of him in a fit of giggles. “I never thought sleeping with shixiong would be this dangerous.”

Xi Zirui pushes him away, and winces when Han Yu pulls out and a trickle of cum immediately seeps out of his abused hole.

“What are you looking at?” he asks, with a frown, closing up his legs when Han Yu’s gaze grows heated again.

Instead of answering, Han Yu tackles him back down into the sheets and covers every available surface of his face with big, sloppy kisses.

Xi Zirui accepts the torment, slightly stunned that Han Yu is so energized after he took so much of his qi.

“Was the qi transfer successful?” Han Yu asks, stretching his arms above his head with a pleased groan. “I feel very refreshed.”

That is puzzling Xi Zirui as well. It’s surprising that Han Yu is so spry, when he should be drained instead.

“I’ll be happy to help again, it the transfer didn’t work the first time,” Han Yu says, the corner of his lips raising up in mischief.

Xi Zirui rolls his eyes at him and gets up from the bed. “We’ll see,” he says, making his way to the bathtub behind a bamboo privacy screen on the corner of his room.

He can feel the cum trickling out of him with each step. He lowers his tail in front of his ass, and smiles to himself when Han Yu lets out a moan of regret at being denied the lewd view.