tw: mild sexual content
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Xi Zirui loses count of how many times he comes. By the end of it, he's fairly certain he was coming dry, just a collection of overworked nerve endings for Han Yu to toy with.
When Han Yu finally collapses on top of him, Xi Zirui brings up his arms around his shoulders and sinks the fingers of one hand into the tiny braids of his hair, still held up in the high pony tail.
It's a far more intimate gesture than their current relationship in this world merits, but Xi Zirui will do what he wants, since Han Yu was perfectly content to toy with him and see how long it took him to break.
Well, Xi Zirui is all wrung out now.
"This King hopes that was a pleasant first time," Han Yu says, body still lax in Xi Zirui's arms.
Xi Zirui lets out a tired chuckle. "That wasn't actually my first time. Times"
