tw: some sexual content

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Han Yu paws eagerly at Xi Zirui's robes, his fingers catching clumsily on his waist sash in his eagerness to get Xi Zirui undressed as fast as possible.

"Have you done this before?" Xi Zirui asks, helping Han Yu by getting his outer robe all the way off his shoulders, and getting started on his inner robes.

Han Yu's grasping fingers still all of a sudden, and he lowers his head.

From beneath him, Xi Zirui tries to get a good look at his face, but his long hair obscures most of it, leaving only a pair of reddened ears uncovered.

"That is...I've been waiting for shixiong," Han Yu says, his voice small.

Xi Zirui turns his head to the side to hide his grin into the cold silk pillow. Han Yu can be really amusing without meaning to, it makes Xi Zirui want to bully him.

"Uhm, that's not good, I think someone with experience would be better suited for the task."

He pretends as if he's going to get up from the bed, but Han Yu pushes him back down into the mattress.

His eyes blaze with intensity as he holds down Xi Zirui by the wrists. "No, please shixiong, let me, I can show shixiong that there's no one better."

Han Yu's eyes are wide and pleading, wet at the corners as if he might break into tears if Xi Zirui refuses to let him fuck him.

He's the one who's going to be taking advantage of Han Yu, and yet he's the one begging.

Cute.

"Alright, you get one chance," Xi Zirui says, licking a hot strip up Han Yu's neck.

Hopefully, this will encourage Han Yu to volunteer again when Xi Zirui inevitably needs more of his qi to get through the trials. He hopes Han Yu's competitive nature will be enough to make him ignore how tired and weak, dual cultivating with Xi Zirui will leave him.

Han Yu is clearly afraid that Xi Zirui will change his mind, because he starts stripping off his own robes, stopping awkwardly in the middle of it, to continue divesting Xi Zirui of his own.

Xi Zirui takes pity on him and helps out, unwrapping his robes until they lie open below him like an open parcel.

"Shixiong is so beautiful," Han Yu says, running reverent hands from Xi Zirui's abdomen up his torso, fixating on his nipples.

Despite his best attempts to remain aloof, Xi Zirui can't help the slight tremors that run through him at each pass of Han Yu's hands.

He has no experience in this either, it's all uncharted territory for him as well. He assumed it would all be an impassive exchange of qi, in which Han Yu gave and Xi Zirui took, but now, judging by his own body's reaction, he doesn't know if he'll be able to remain all that detached.

Han Yu grows a little bolder with Xi Zirui's obvious reaction to his touch, his lips curling up in a smirk.

When he next speaks, the usual cockyness has returned to his voice, "Is shixiong scared? Is this his first time as well?"

Admitting something like that feels like exposing a vulnerability, so Xi Zirui doesn't.

"Of course not," he says, scoffing. "Haven't you heard what humans say about my kind? We are seducers without scruples, who want nothing more to drain humans of their qi until they die."

Xi Zirui expects Han Yu to believe him, maybe even become less interested in having sex with him, but instead Han Yu kisses him.

He supports the back of Xi Zirui's neck and brings their lips close. His tongue seeks entrance into Xi Zirui's mouth, and Xi Zirui is too shocked to prevent it. Han Yu kisses as if he is the one of wants to drain Xi Zirui dry, as if every moment they aren't touching costs him something vital.

Xi Zirui is the first to pull away, angling his head to the side when he's afraid he'll get so overwhelmed that he won't be able to defend himself any longer.

"I don't believe shixiong," Han Yu says, running his thumb over Xi Zirui's cheekbone. "He doesn't kiss like someone who has done more than that."

Embarrassingly, Xi Zirui feels warmth spread all the way from his chest, up his neck, and towards his cheeks.

So what if Han Yu is right? He's not going to admit it.

"Are you getting on with it? Or am I going to be an old man before something happens?"

Han Yu climbs off him, and Xi Zirui wonders if he has finally said too much and scared him off.

Which is why he lets out an undignified yelp when Han Yu grabs him under the knees and drags him towards him, settling between his spread thighs.

"What are you do-" Xi Zirui starts, supporting himself on his elbows to try and see what Han Yu is trying to do, but the words die on his throat when Han Yu licks a hot strip from the root of his cock up to the tip.

"Shixiong tastes good," Han Yu says, looking heatedly at Xi Zirui's wide eyes from below. "I wonder if he tastes good everywhere."

Before Xi Zirui has the time to wonder what he means, he feels something hot and wet probing at his hole, teasing the tight rim, as if seeking entrance.

Xi Zirui tries to push him off but Han Yu catches his wrist and pins it down on the bed.

The feeling is too intense, Xi Zirui feels too vulnerable -- he was supposed to be the one in control.

Han Yu stops eating him out and Xi Zirui thinks he's going to get a respite, but instead he gets a fatal blow:

"I just want to make shixiong feel good, can I?"

The honesty in Han Yu's eyes, and the earnestness of his words finally tumbles down the first brick of Xi Zirui's defenses.

"Do what you like," Xi Zirui says, avoiding Han Yu's eyes, his heart beating violently inside his chest.