Capturing My Demon King Costar

tw: some sexual content

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It takes a long time for Yao Shen's breath to return to normal, it doesn't help that Xin Hulei keeps fucking his fingers inside him through the aftershocks of his orgasm, and mouthing lazily at his cock.

"Ah I think you've killed me," Yao Shen says, slumping backwards against the mussed sheets.

Xin Hulei takes his fingers out of him and Yao Shen hisses at the loss.

"Two other items down," Xin Hulei says, making his way up the bed and wrapping Yao Shen in his arms.

The cum is drying on his skin, and while hot moments ago, Yao Shen isn't looking forward to it sticking to his skin and ripping hairs each time he moves.

"Dirty," Yao Shen mumbles when Xin Hulei dips his head to steal a kiss. 

He loops his arms around Xin Hulei's neck. "You made a mess of me," he says, pouting for dramatic effect. "Carry me to the shower."

Xin Hulei nods seriously, as if this is a completely normal request. "Alright."

He picks up Yao Shen under the knees and gets up from the bed with him in his arms, carrying him effortlessly to the ensuite bathroom.

Still holding on to his neck, Yao Shen lifts his face to nip Xin Hulei's smooth skin, worrying at the salty skin of his neck with his teeth. "Excellent service, I'll be sure to leave a glowing review."

The corner of Xin Hulei's lips curls up minutely. "Happy to serve."

Before Yao Shen can tease him some more, he's being dropped to the floor so that Xin Hulei can turn on the shower head. 

The shower stall isn't very large, and the two of them have to press close together to fit comfortably inside.

"Do you want me to wash you, too?" Xin Hulei asks, tilting Yao Shen's head backwards under the spray and massaging his scalp to get his hair evenly wet.

His touch feels soothing and relaxing, Yao Shen closes his eyes and nods sleepily, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally weight down on him.

Xin Hulei lathers Yao Shen's hair in shampoo and washes it, moving him this way and that under the spray.

Yao Shen moans in satisfaction and spreads his arms out towards Xin Hulei, indicating for him to help him wash his body too.

He keeps his eyes closed in cat-like contentment but still shivers when the soapy sponge touches his skin, being guided across his back by Xin Hulei's steady hand.

Xin Hulei's free hand glides over Yao Shen's skin, following the movement of the sponge. 

"Are you going to wash me all over?" Yao Shen asks, voice husky with growing arousal.

"Have to do a through job," Xin Hulei says, pulling Yao Shen into his chest.

Yao Shen cranes his neck to the side, to give him more access, but Xin Hulei has found another target on his body. He drops the sponge and lets both of his hands roam down Yao Shen's abdomen, wrapping a lazy fist around his hardening cock and stroking it to full hardness.

His other hand snakes around his waist, cupping one buttock, kneading it gently, and then dipping into the valley between. He teases Yao Shen's sensitive hole, and then feeds the tip of his finger inside.

Leaning back, he watches the reddened rim stretch around his finger, hungrily sucking it inside.

Yao Shen braces himself on the tiled wall with a moan, arching his spine back into Xin Hulei's touch.

"You can fuck me," he says, turning his head into the cool tile, almost shivering with anticipation.

Xin Hulei takes his own cock in hand and rubs the tip against Yao Shen's tight little hole, threatening to fuck it inside dry, making Yao Shen gasp at the idea.

"I know," Xin Hulei says, pressing in just barely, Yao Shen's rim strains around the thick head, on the verge of giving up resistance and allowing it in. 

"But I won't." Xin Hulei pulls away from Yao Shen, making him keen at the loss of contact.

Yao Shen spins around in the narrow cubicle, glaring daggers up at Xin Hulei. "Why did you stop?"

With his hair plastered to his forehead, and thick water droplets clinging to his curling lashes, Yao Shen's threatening voice doesn't have the desired effect.

Xin Hulei smiles and brushes the hair away from Yao Shen's forehead. "Wasn't edging on your spreadsheet, too?" He drips some shower gel on the sponge and starts washing himself.

Yao Shen sputters in indignation. "How does this count as edging?"

He looked up all the kinks, and fantasies before adding them to the spreadsheet, so he knows that edging involves "the maintenance of a high level of sexual arousal for an extended period without reaching climax."

Therefore, how can it be edging if Xin Hulei isn't making him excited?

"I need to keep you interested," Xin Hulei says with a shrug, still lathering up his body. 

How much more interested can Yao Shen get? "You just like seeing me squirm."

From the corner of his eye he catches the tail-end of Xin Hulei's smirk. "That too."

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With great consternation, and not a small amount of sexual frustration, Yao Shen leaves the bathroom freshly showered, and wearing yet some more of Xin Hulei's clothing.

Xin Hulei catches him around the waist as he's making his way to the bedroom door, and buries his head into his nape, inhaling deeply. "I like seeing you in my clothes."

Yao Shen scoffs and elbows him away. "Not enough to fuck me about it."

Behind him Xin Hulei chuckles, his eyes glinting. "Little menace...you do learn fast."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Xin Hulei reaches forward ahead of Yao Shen and opens the door, letting a screaming Heimao back into the room. "Brat," he says, and pinches Yao Shen's ass.

Heimao curls himself around Yao Shen's legs, bumping his head violently against his shins and meowing pitifully.

Yao Shen lifts him up into his arms and buries his face into his soft fur. "I'm sorry we locked you out," he says, petting Heimao's head, laughing as his huge eyes close in pleasure. "What do you say about sleeping with me? You won't be mean to me right?"

Heimao purrs in reply and rubs his head against Yao Shen's face, who climbs into bed and settles him on top of the covers.

Meanwhile, Xin Hulei brings Jincan's terrarium back inside and returns it to its original place by the window.

"Oh Master, Jincan was so worried," Jincan sniffles, rubbing the gold spikes on his body against the glass as if he wants to get closer to Xin Hulei. "I heard terrible noises, I was afraid that beast was attacking Master."

From the bed, Yao Shen lets out a snort. "It's the other way around," he says. Then, taking into consideration what Xin Hulei did in the shower, he thinks better of it and adds, "Actually, I wish he would attack me, but he's all bark and no bite."

He feels the bed dip behind him, and then an arm wrapping around his waist, pulling him into Xin Hulei's bare chest.

"Patience," Xin Hulei says, biting the red tip of Yao Shen's ear. 

Yao Shen grumbles under his breath. "I'm going to give Gao Wu a call, maybe things between him and Jia Hao aren't working out."

He gets another pinch on his ass for the sass. "Demanding."

"Are you just saying words at random, now?" Yao Shen asks, giving Xin Hulei an unimpressed look over his shoulder.

The arm around his waist tightens. "Good night, little menace."

Heimao snuggles up closer to Yao Shen above the covers, and his soft purring combined with the AC's gentle whirring lulls Yao Shen into a restful sleep. If during the night he ends up turning around and snuggling up against Xin Hulei's chest, then that's between the two of them.

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Yao Shen wakes the next morning to the bed dipping beneath him, and the smell of fresh green tea.

"Good morning," Xin Hulei says, passing a still drowsy Yao Shen a mug of steaming tea and kissing the top of his messy head.

Yao Shen mumbles something that might have been 'good morning' and yawns loudly. 

"Did the world end while we were asleep?" he asks, finally taking a sip from his tea.

Xin Hulei shakes his head. "Not as far as I know, the media's attention is mostly focused on the crime and the criminals, thus far."

There's that at least, although Yao Shen worries how the crew and the other actors on set will react.

He checks his mobile to see if he has any unread messages from Bi Jialu and instead finds several from Gao Wu.

[Cute didi: Gege...just whose number did you give me?]

[Cute didi: I don't mean to be rude, but I think this guy might be a stalker]

What follows is a series of screenshots of conversations between Gao Wu and Jia Hao that makes Yao Shen's eyebrows steadily climb up his forehead. 

What a way to start the day.