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

Chapter 168: Don't lower yourself [+18]

tw: explicit sexual content

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It's not Xi Zirui's proudest moment, trying to talk with Bai Mi through the half-open door while ignoring the erection tenting the front of his robes. Especially considering Han Yu is plastered to his back, both of his hands holding on to Xi Zirui's waist, as he does his best to hump him through the combined layers of their robes.

It's the furthest from dignified he's ever been, and the sheer wildness of situation might be mildly intoxicating

"This Emperor isn't feeling too well, maybe older sister should go on her own," Xi Zirui says, trying to keep his voice steady.

Bai Mi pushes forward on the door, but Xi Zirui holds steady, preventing her from getting inside the room.

"Is everything alright?"

"Fine!" Xi Zirui says, his voice breaking when Han Yu plasters himself to his back to nip at his exposed nape. "By the way, does younger sister know where the keys to the collar and chain contraption are?"

"Why does younger brother need them?"

Xi Zirui bumps his head against the doorway quietly. He's going to kill her, he doesn't care that she's his sister in this world.

"The prisoner's hands are chaffing," Xi Zirui says, spouting the first thing that comes to his mind.

He feels a pinch on his waist, followed by a hissed, "Why should you care about that?"

"Why would younger brother care about that?" Bai Mi asks from the other side, echoing Han Yu.

"This Emperor's benevolence is boundless," Xi Zirui says, scratching at the grain of the carved wooden door in frustration. "Sister, please?"

He hears the sound of rustling fabric, and then Bai Mi shoves a tiny key attached to a thin necklace through the gap in the doorway.

When Xi Zirui's wraps his hand around the chain it's still warm from Bai Mi's skin. "Why was younger sister wearing this on her person?"

"Well, this sister thought it would be safer in a place the prisoner wouldn't be able to reach it."

Xi Zirui can't fault her logic, but before he has the time to thank her Han Yu slams the door closed. 

"You've stalled enough, I want what I'm owed," he says, snarling the words into Xi Zirui's ear.

He only has the time to shout out a hurried. "Many thanks to younger sister," before Han Yu is dragging him towards the bed, his hands still bound at the level of his waist.

Xi Zirui scrambles to unlock the chain holding the two cuffs to each other and then to the collar around Han Yu's neck. He debates helping him out of the collar and the cuffs once the chain is off, but the truth is that with his hands freed, Han Yu can get them out if he wants.

Han Yu doesn't seem too concerned about it. Once his hands are free he pushes Xi Zirui into the bed and climbs on top of him, smearing their lips together in a hungry kiss that steals the breath from Xi Zirui's lungs.

"Undress," Han Yu says, his tone commanding. 

He sits back on his knees to give Xi Zirui some room to undo his robes, all the while the powerful King inspecting his hopeless tribute, even with the dark collar stark against the paleness of his neck.

Maybe especially because of the collar.

Xi Zirui makes quick work of his robes, and soon he's completely naked against the golden sheets, bared under Han Yu's hungry gaze.

Han Yu's eyes rake over every plane of exposed skin ravenously. His tongue wets his lips like a great big wolf preparing himself to open his maw and devour his prey.

Xi Zirui slides one hand down his abdomen and wraps it around his straining cock, biting down on a moan.

Han Yu slaps his wrist away with a hiss. "Did this King say you could touch yourself?"

Turned on beyond belief Xi Zirui shakes his head in denial. "My King did not."

The effect of his words is instantaneous. Han Yu tears at his own robes, making quick work of the robes Xi Zirui dressed him in, so different from the ones his people wear. He looks more comfortable naked, his chest marred by countless battle scars, the beads in his braided hair glimmering under the wan sunlight filtering in through the oiled paper windows.

Xi Zirui itches to run his fingers over each silvery scar, feel their smooth surface under his fingertips.

Before he can do anything of the sort Han Yu grabs one of his ankles and flips him around on the bed in an effortless display of strength.

A loud smack lands soundly on his ass, and Xi Zirui marvels at how Han Yu's tastes really never change, he just keeps discovering layers to them.

"What a sight," Han Yu says, his fingers digging into Xi Zirui's soft flesh. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Xi Zirui hums. "Is my King going to keep talking about it? Or is he going to get on with it?"

He gets another slap for his troubles -- which is what he was counting on.

"On your front like a whore? Or on your back like a slut?" Han Yu asks, and Xi Zirui can almost hear his smirk.

He turns around sideways and gives Han Yu an unimpressed look. "It's going to be you on your back and me riding you if you keep talking."

Han Yu's hand slides up his leg, gripping his flank, and pushing him back down into the bedding. "Demanding. This King is doing you a favor, you should be tanking me."

Despite his words, Han Yu's eyes are glued to the dip of Xi Zirui's waist, and the swell of his ass, his thumbs playing at the twin divots below his spine.

Xi Zirui glares at him over his shoulder. "If my King isn't in the mood, I can find someone else who is up to the task of satisfying me."

His muscles tense in anticipation of the slap that lands squarely on his right cheek, the air ringing with the sound of the strike.

"This King will make you come on his cock, don't worry little spoiled prince. You'll get what you need." Han Yu says, just as his thumb slides towards the valley of Xi Zirui's cheeks, finding and catching on his entrance.

Xi Zirui's breath itches and he spreads his legs wider, bringing one knee up.

Han Yu chuckles, heated and a little mean. "Greedy. Why are you waging wars against innocent people when this is all you want?"

His silken words send a delicious shiver down Xi Zirui's spine. There's some sort of delicious powerplay going on here, and Xi Zirui loves everything about it. Han Yu is the one wearing a collar, but it's Xi Zirui who's on his hands and knees.

There's a sort of poetic justice to it.

He reaches under a nearby pillow and his trusty jar of lube materializes at his fingertips. This time in a small pot of period appropriate oil.

Xi Zirui flings it backwards blindly towards Han Yu, trusting that he'll know what to do next.

Han Yu chuckles darkly. "If you want a smoother fuck you'll have to prepare yourself. This King could just as easily spit on your hole and fuck you dry."

Another shiver runs through Xi Zirui and he almost falls face-first into the sheets.

He can't let Han Yu win that easily, as much as he's enjoying the verbal degradation foreplay. He gives him an half-lidded look over the shoulder and sinks down on his elbows, rising his hips higher. 

"My King has been fucking loose whores, I'm afraid if he was to go in me dry he would chafe his cock to the point of tears."

Han Yu's nostrils flare in barely concealed arousal and Xi Zirui grins in open victory.

"Let's see if the little princeling is as tight as promised."

Han Yu picks up the pot of oil and coats two fingers in the slick substance. He traces the rim of Xi Zirui's twitching hole only briefly before sinking a finger inside. The stretch is more pleasurable than anything else and Xi Zirui bites his forearm to stifle a moan -- he doesn't want to give Han Yu the satisfaction so soon.

Behind him, Han Yu's eyes are arrested by the tight clench of Xi Zirui's little hole, mesmerized by the way it sucks him in hungrily.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were a virgin." Han Yu says, and while his tone is glib, his pupils are tiny with overwhelming arousal.

This time, it's a chuckle Xi Zirui hides into his forearm.

Sure, he'll be whatever Han Yu wants.

He arches his spine downwards and gives Han Yu a watery look over the shoulder, his lower lip sticking out. "That's because I am. I've been waiting for a real man," he says, the words dripping coquetry.

Han Yu either doesn't notice or doesn't care, because he lets out a groan and sinks another finger into Xi Zirui's hole, alongside the first one.

"Then I'm not surprised you didn't find any in the entire nation of Xin," he says, fucking his fingers in and out of Xi Zirui's hot insides. "But don't worry, this King will be sure to give this hungry hole what it needs."