Capturing My Demon King Costar

Yao Shen is silent for some time, digesting Xin Hulei's words.

On a purely rational level, he understands why it makes sense. Things have ballooned out of proportion now, it's no longer harmless fan speculation, it has reached the general public. Their relationship is being used as the reason to implicate them in a murder investigation.

Even if they're acting in the absolute best faith, the police will be forced to look into them, and Xin Hulei's non-existent records, if only to quell speculation and tell everyone: "There's nothing."

Yao Shen understands why Xin Hulei's agency wants to distance themselves now. They've been protecting demon's identities in the human realm for centuries, no one wants to put that at risk because of dumb celebrity dating rumours.

Sucking on a shuddering breath, Yao Shen finally nods. "I understand, that makes sense."

Xin Hulei hums. "I'm not going to do it."

Yao Shen looks up at him from under his lashes in surprise. "You're not?"

"The timing will be suspicious. I could have denied the dating rumours between us at any point. Doing it now will only attract more attention to it."

All the tension drains away from Yao Shen's shoulders. He didn't realise the idea upset him so much, despite all his logical understanding of the situation.

"What are you going to do then?"

"This," Xin Hulei says, before lowering himself to pick up Yao Shen under the knees and throw him over his shoulder.

Yao Shen lets out a shocked yelp, locking his knees to prevent himself from sliding off Xin Hulei's back. "What are you doing?"

Instead of answering him, Xin Hulei takes him all the way to the bedroom and dumps him unceremoniously on the bed.

"I'm going to fuck you until I'm the only thing you can think about."

Yao Shen doesn't know if he should tell him he already is. He pulls Xin Hulei down on top of him, running his fingers through his sleek hair, slightly flattened by wearing a wig all day.

"Do your worst," Yao Shen says, hissing the words into Xin Hulei's ear, and punctuating them with a bite to his earlobe.

He remembers his previous vow to make Xin Hulei feel like a big bad demon again, after the blow to his ego. 

There's a particular scenario in the spreadsheet that makes him embarrassed just to think about, let alone act out, but maybe if he tells Xin Hulei about it when they're already doing it he can make it all the way without dying of shame.

He knows it will be really hot, if he just gets through his embarrassment.

Xin Hulei kisses down his neck, pulling down the collar of his tshirt to reach his collarbones, to suck bright vivid marks into the skin.

Yao Shen arches up against his lips and thinks about what he's going to tell Xin Hulei later, after.

"Fuck me," moans, cradling Xin Hulei's head against his chest.

He feels Xin Hulei's teeth against the bare skin of his stomach, his hands coming around his hips to slide his pants down his thighs.

"I want you on all fours," Xin Hulei says, low and rumbling, his voice filled with dark promises. "Face down ass up."

Yao Shen is all too eager to comply.

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From his position Yao Shen can't see what Xin Hulei is doing, but he can't feel the perfunctory stretch of his fingers lubing him up, and then finally the delicious, intense, slide of his cock into him.

Xin Hulei stops to give him time to adjust to the stretch. He runs his palms down Yao Shen's flanks and drops a kiss on his back, gentling him through the process.

Yao Shen sucks on a deep breath and drops to his elbows, letting his body relax to accommodate all of Xin Hulei. They have barely started and he's already so hard that it would take no time at all for him to come.

"Tight," Xin Hulei groans, thrusting into Yao Shen hard, burying himself even deeper. "Greedy little hole, always hungry for cock."

His words make Yao Shen gasp, he bites his moan into his forearm, shutting his eyes against the intense wave of pleasure Xin Hulei's words send through him. His inner walls tighten reflexively, making the fit even grittier.

Xin Hulei pulls out only to slam back into him again, nearly toppling him on the bed. "Fuck, do that again," Yao Shen begs, stretching out one of his arms to reach the edge of the mattress and brace himself for Xin Hulei's next thrust.

He's keeping his pace slow, and his thrusts deep, making Yao Shen feel every inch of him. His hands are like two brands on Yao Shen's sides, keeping him in place so that Xin Hulei can fuck him at his leisure. 

After some deliberate torture he speeds up his pace and keeps his thrusts more shallow, aiming downwards directly towards Yao Shen's prostate, making him let out little breathless, ah ah ahs whenever his cockhead brushes against the bundle of nerves that makes him see stars.

"I missed this so much," Yao Shen says, gasping when the next thrust almost makes him release his grip on the edge of the mattress. He's not talking just about the sex, but the physical sensation of being this connected to Xin Hulei, as if they are one person instead of two.

Behind him, Xin Hulei's breath grows laboured, the only sign that fucking Yao Shen is taking any effort. Xin Hulei's ability to look barely ruffled while fucking Yao Shen to pieces and saying the filthiest shit is one of Yao Shen's biggest turn ons. 

"I was asleep for a long time," Xin Hulei's tone is cold, calculating, and Yao Shen tenses in anticipation, making the next thrust all that much more intense. Xin Hulei spanks him, holding the cheek in one hand afterwards to get a better look at Yao Shen's hole, stretched taut around the girth of his cock.

"You should have just helped yourself," Xin Hulei continues, spanking the other cheek and making Yao Shen choke on a moan.

Sometimes he worries that Xin Hulei can read his mind. 

That's exactly what he was thinking about earlier, except in his spreadsheet fantasy it would be Xin Hulei taking advantage of him instead of the other way around -- although, he likes how Xin Hulei thinks too.

Back in those days he was too worried about Xin Hulei for anything sexual to even cross his mind, but now he realises the idea has a definite appeal.

Xin Hulei can tell he likes it too. His hands tighten around Yao Shen's waist. "Yeah, you like that? That was on your list, if I remember correctly." 

Yao Shen can only moan brokenly around nothing and nod, his breathing too ragged and overwhelmed. 

"You could have just climbed on top of me and fucked yourself on my cock." His low voice comes out even deeper, smokier, his hips drive a punishing pace, fucking Yao Shen almost senseless, dragging him across the mattress as if he weights nothing.

Xin Hulei lowers his chest over Yao Shen's back, gluing their sweaty skins together, and whispers into his ear, "Maybe I would have waked up sooner."

Yao Shen lets out a ragged moan, and lifts his hips to fuck himself back on Xin Hulei's cock, to try and get more of him inside. 

"I would have loved that, waking up with your sweet hole all tight around me."

Why does Xin Hulei always have so much to say when it comes to sex? Addled by pleasure, Yao Shen can almost convince himself that he only exists to drive him mad.

"I'm close," Yao Shen says, panting one the sheets, open-mouthed and wanton.

Xin Hulei snakes one arm under Yao Shen, wrapping his fingers awkwardly around his hard cock, trapped between his abdomen and the bed.

Even at a bad angle, Yao Shen only needs a little bit of extra pressure and one last, well-aimed thrust directed at his prostate to come all over himself.

Xin Hulei doesn't stop fucking him through the contractions of his inner walls, selfishly making space for himself inside Yao Shen's oversensitive hole. Heightening his pleasure, making him keen in desperation as yet more fluid his milked out of him.

Xin Hulei comes seconds later with a low grunt, his arms shaking on each side of Yao Shen as he fills him with wave after wave of warm cum.

Yao Shen basks in it for a moment, but when Xin Hulei moves to pull out of him, he reaches backwards to keep him in place. "No stay," he whispers. His tongue feels heavy and clumsy inside his mouth, but his body is growing languid with exhaustion, and he wants to make his fantasy a reality.

"Stay inside me all night," Yao Shen says, speaking into the mattress. 

He feels Xin Hulei tense above him, maybe growing harder inside him, but he can write that off as wishful thinking. "And in the morning you can fuck me awake."

His cheeks burn with embarrassment of saying those words out-loud. The whole point of the spreadsheet was that he could share a list of fantasies with Xin Hulei without ever voicing them directly.

Xin Hulei braces one arm above his head and lowers his head to kiss him on the cheek.. "Sure, I'll keep my cock warm inside your hot hole for tonight."