Capturing My Demon King Costar

MY COSTAR BELIEVES ME

Yao Shen wakes up with the feeling of something soft brushing against his cheek.

His body feels as if it's made of syrup, too unyielding for him to move. Even his eyelids are too heavy to lift, fluttering uselessly while he struggles to open his eyes.

The soft touches on his cheek travel down his jaw, and his neck, trailing a path of sweet heat in their wake. They become sharp around the collarbones, when teeth join lips in nipping softly at the jutting bone.

Yao Shen's mind wakes up in stages, and then all at once, when a warm, wet mouth closes around his nipple.

He opens his eyes and finds Xin Hulei's dark head on his chest, his red lips sucking hungrily on his hard nipple.

Dizzily, Yao Shen wraps his arms around Xin Hulei's head. "You fucked me so ruthlessly last night, and now expect me to feed you?"

Xin Hulei smiles around his nipple, and redoubles his efforts.

Yao Shen lets out a hiss, feeling other parts of him respond to the stimulation.

Xin Hulei pulls away from Yao Shen with a wet smack of his lips. "Nothing is coming out," he says, disappointed. His hand slides down Yao Shen's abdomen and then wraps around his hard cock. "I wonder if I suck here, instead..."

Yao Shen cants his hips up into his tight fist, encouraging that train of thought. His sudden movement makes him aware of the sticky, wet state of his thighs and some of his soft, tender, early-morning feelings for Xin Hulei disappear.

He's about to berate him for letting him sleep an entire night in such a state, when a harsh knock rattles the bedroom door from the outside.

"Yo, where's breakfast?" Heimao asks, pounding his fist against the locked door.

"Your kibble is under the kitchen sink!" Yao Shen snaps, annoyed by the interruption.

Xin Hulei muffles his chuckle against Yao Shen's chest, but his warm hand lets go of Yao Shen's hard cock. "Coming," he shouts in reply to Heimao's nagging.

Yao Shen grumbles something under his breath about the fact that he's clearly not coming.

Xin Hulei waits to hear the sound of Heimao's footsteps fading in the distance, to jump out of bed and pull Yao Shen into his arms, carrying him towards the ensuite bathroom.

"I'll clean you up before breakfast," he says, his tone warm and leading. "I'll be through."

Yao Shen melts into his arms and lets himself be carried. Maybe he can still get a good-morning orgasm.

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A shower and two orgasms later, Yao Shen is sitting at the table feeling fresh as a daisy, and radiating smugness. He's only wearing a pair of Xin Hulei's underwear, and proudly displaying the marks of last night's, and this morning's, activities all over his body.

Jincan, sitting across from him, looks seconds away from throwing a knife at him.

"Pass the baozi," Yao Shen says, gesturing to the basket next to his arm.

Jincan all but hurls it towards him, throwing the basket in Yao Shen's direction as if it's a frisbee.

The more annoyed he is, the wider Yao Shen's smirk grows.

At Jincan's side, Heimao looks between him and Yao Shen with a frown of confusion.

"What's going on between the two of you," he asks finally, pointing between Yao Shen and Xin Hulei. "And what happened to your chest?"