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

Chapter 155: Don't reminisce [+18]

tw: explicit smut scenes, some feels

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They both know their time is limited, so Xi Zirui expects Han Yu to be on him instantly, instead he's pulled by the hand through the meadow and halfway across the viewing bridge, before he gets a single kiss.

He's looking out at the still lake when he feels Han Yu's arms come up around his waist, wrapping him up in a tight hug.

"Do you want to hear about our children?" he asks, nuzzling against the back of Xi Zirui's neck, up into the shell of his ear.

Xi Zirui's fingers tighten on the wooden railing in front of him. He wants, he wants so much that he sometimes thinks he's going to choke with it.

And yet, at the same time, it fills him with bitterness that this is the best he can get -- a second-hand account from Han Yu's perspective, about the the children he didn't get to watch grow up.

He misses them so much. There's an open wound inside of him, tender and bleeding, and Xi Zirui doesn't think it will ever heal, no matter how much time passes, not until he has Han Xiu and Han Zhiye in his arms again.

With a sigh, he lets his head fall back against Han Yu's shoulder and closes his eyes on a silent exhale. "Tell me later," he says.

Xi Zirui feels Han Yu's nod against the side of his neck. "Okay."

It's such a relief, being understood without having to say anything else.

He gazes out at the little pavilion in the middle of the lake and says, "Let's go."

This time he's the one who pulls Han Yu along.

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Once they're inside, all the urgency simmering under their skins comes to a boil, and they reach for each other with hungry fingers and thirsty lips. Kissing and biting at each sliver of revealed skin as if they're trying to leave a permanent mark on each other's bodies.

Xi Zirui thinks he's going to combust for every second Han Yu isn't touching him. They fall on the sofa in a graceless sprawl of intertwined limbs, squirming in need against each other.

Xi Zirui's reels as the memories of being pressed down into this same sofa swim to the surface of his mind.

There was the time he rode Han Yu for hours, in the middle of one of Chongqing's famous heatwaves, until the sweat poured down both of them in rivulets. Han Yu suggested they turn on the AC but Xi Zirui told him he wanted to feel the heat choking him, making their bodies slick -- their compromise was a dingy electric fan, so loud it nearly drowned out the sound of their gasps and moans.

It was perfect.

Han Yu latches onto one of Xi Zirui's nipples, sucking it into his mouth fiercely, and Xi Zirui knows he's reminiscing too.

"I wish I could drink from them again," Han Yu says, whining against the wet mess he's made of Xi Zirui's chest. "I wanted to have more children with you."

Xi Zirui fists his fingers on Han Yu's hair and pulls his head away from his chest. "Don't talk about that," he says, and smears their lips together in a messy kiss.

Han Yu moans into the kiss as Xi Zirui's fingers tighten on his hair, pulling him this way and that so he can kiss him however he wants. Han Yu slides one hand into Xi Zirui's boxers, wrapping it around Xi Zirui's already hard and weeping cock.

"Here's one thing that never changes," Han Yu says, nipping playfully at Xi Zirui's jawbone. 

"What's that?" Xi Zirui asks, hissing against Han Yu's open mouth and canting his hips up to fuck into his fist.

"How wet you get for me," Han Yu says, and runs the edge of a fingernail over Xi Zirui's slit, making a fresh wave of precum drip down his straining cock. "Always dripping for it, inside and out."

He whispers the words in a sultry purr against Xi Zirui's ears, who is powerless to do anything but melt into his side, his toes curling from how overwhelmed he is.

Han Yu always has this effect on him, each time they fuck feels like the first time. It was like that even when he was pregnant with the babies Han Yu put in him.

Each separation makes him feel like they've spent years apart, like each second he isn't touching Han Yu is wasted.

His roving hands go still on Han Yu's shoulders when he hears his wet panting against his neck, and the low whining sounds he's making, almost wounded.

To Xi Zirui it might feel like they've been apart for years, but to Han Yu that's reality. 

One day Xi Zirui just disappeared from his life, and he had to go on living it.

Because Xi Zirui asked him to.

"Tell me what you want," Xi Zirui says, gasping wetly with each pass of Han Yu's tight fist. "I'll give you everything."

"Don't say that," Han Yu says, letting go of Xi Zirui's cock, who whines at the loss of friction. 

Looking into his eyes, Han Yu adds, "I might believe you, and you know me, I'm greedy, I'll take everything."

Xi Zirui slings his arms around his neck, pulling him down into another messy kiss. "You can you know? All of me belongs to you."

Han Yu pulls away with a delighted smile. "Yeah? Then, you must know that all of me belongs to you, too."

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Somehow they end up on the floor by the couch. Xi Zirui is sure this pavilion has a bedroom, but neither he nor Han Yu bother to find it.

Instead, Xi Zirui finds himself straddling Han Yu's face, slowly feeding him his cock as Han Yu's roaming hands knead and pinch at his ass, slapping on occasion.

Xi Zirui watches as Han Yu struggles to accommodate all of him, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

"You look so good like this," Xi Zirui says, running his fingers through Han Yu's sweaty hair. "Under me and gasping for air."

And because Xi Zirui's brand of tenderness is always going to sting just a little bit, he wraps one hand around Han Yu's overworked throat and squeezes at the same time he drives his cock further into Han Yu's wet mouth.

Han Yu's eyes go wide and round, his fingers digging into the meat of Xi Zirui's ass viciously.

Xi Zirui releases his grip slowly, letting the air back in slow intervals and pulling his cock out.

Han Yu takes in big lungfuls of air, tears streaming down his cheeks and into his hair.

He looks completely wrecked. Xi Zirui smiles.

But before he has the time to gloat Han Yu wraps his hands around Xi Zirui's waist and draws him up over his face. 

Xi Zirui yelps when the flat of Han Yu's tongue touches his twitching hole. 

Han Yu is clearly trying to get back at him, with the way he's eating him out so hungrily, making him squirm in place. 

A slap lands on his ass cheek and Xi Zirui lets out another undignified sound.

Han Yu stops eating him out long enough to say. "Your little hole is always so hungry. I can feel it twitching on my tongue."

Xi Zirui holds on to Han Yu's hair and rides his face, a smirk twisting his lips. "And you love it."

Instead of an answer he gets Han Yu's finger teasing at his entrance alongside his tongue, intensifying the sizzling pleasure making Xi Zirui's nerves sing. Han Yu's talented finger doesn't take long to find its mark, making broken moans fall from Xi Zirui's lips like water from a spring.

Before he knows it, he's fucking himself on Han Yu's finger, on his tongue, on his face. He feels so wet, that it's almost like he's still in the previous world, when even Han Yu's scent was enough to make him soak. 

Maybe that's Han Yu's goal, maybe that's what he's trying to do.

Suddenly he can't take it anymore. He needs to feel Han Yu inside of him, before sheer want rips him apart.

Despite how wet he feels he knows that isn't enough when he's just a regular human man, and he reaches around under a fallen cushion until he grips the hard edge of a bottle cap. The never-ending supply of lube from the second world making itself useful once again.

One-handed he uncaps the bottle and leans back over Han Yu's body to upend it over his straining erection, twisting his back at an uncomfortable angle.

Han Yu lets out a bitten off hiss as Xi Zirui's slim fingers spread the lube around his neglected cock.

"How do you want me?" Xi Zirui asks, lifting himself off Han Yu's face, admiring how wet and messy he has made it. "Didi has been a good boy, so I'll let him choose."