Capturing My Demon King Costar

MY COSTAR MAKES ME A PROMISE

Yao Shen slips into Xin Hulei's bedroom without being noticed.

He passes through the living room where Tan Liansi is sleeping unaware in the sofa without disturbing her, and manages to sneak into the bedroom with barely a noise.

He closes the door behind him with a soft thud. Xin Hulei is asleep on his front, hugging a pillow to his face. The faint glow of the moon seeps in through the gaps in the blinds, limning his slender, muscular back in silver.

He doesn't stir when Yao Shen crawls up on the bed beside him, even with the extra weight on the mattress.

Yao Shen lays down beside him, content to admire him quietly. Xin Hulei isn't a very expressive person unless he's acting, and his face doesn't change much when he's sleeping, but it's somehow more relaxed, softer.

His lashes cast crisscrossing shadows on his cheeks that Yao Shen can't help but want to run his fingertips over.

Part of him feels like a creep for just observing Xin Hulei in silence like this, but an even bigger part wants to look his fill.

He had plenty of time of observe Xin Hulei when he was unconscious, but that was more of a worried watchfulness, he wasn't admiring Xin Hulei's beauty as much as he was looking for any signs that he was getting worse.

Now, Xin Hulei is fine, and Yao Shen's heart is at ease.

Perhaps too at ease, because he doesn't notice when Xin Hulei wakes up, and is completely blindsided when he wraps one arm around his waist to tip him on his back and climb over him.

"My Little Menace won't even let me sleep, what should I do with him?" Xin Hulei asks, his warm breath ghosting over Yao Shen's lips as he speaks.

Yao Shen smirks up at him and shrugs. "Maybe your Majesty should punish me."

Xin Hulei kisses Yao Shen softly, taking tiny, sipping kisses from his lips. Yao Shen melts under him, feeling his body grow loose and languid.

He missed this so much, and for a while there was afraid he wouldn't get to have it again.

Their kisses grow more heated, wetter, Yao Shen makes noise into Xin Hulei's mouth, looping one arm around his neck and pulling their bodies fully together.

Xin Hulei is just wearing his underwear and Yao Shen is wearing think tanktop and shorts. He starts tugging at the collar of his own tank, trying to take it off, when Xin Hulei stops him.

"Not here," he says, pinning Yao Shen's hands above his head on the mattress. "The house is full, and I don't think I can hold myself back. You'll scream."

A hot flush starts spreading up Yao Shen's chest and neck at Xin Hulei's deadpan tone.

He clears his throat. "I'll hold you to that."

Xin Hulei's dark eyes say that he doesn't make promises he can't keep. He nips at Yao Shen's neck, adding fuel to the fire already burning inside him. "We'll be going back to set next week. I'm going to set up Heimao and Jincan in my hotel room, and we'll have the Hengdian apartment just for ourselves."

Yao Shen can't believe that's happening in a week. He saw the days draw nearer while Xin Hulei was unconscious, and panicked a little about what they would do if the network called them back and Xin Hulei was still asleep.

But Xin Hulei woke up, and they should still have a few weeks left.

He groans. "How long was I asleep this time?"

Xin Hulei kisses his cheek, almost reverent. "A week, Jincan woke up after three days, and then we just had to wait for you and Heimao."

"Then..."