QT: Don't fall in love with the Male Lead

It's miracle Xi Zirui hears the sound of the door opening all the way down in the first floor while Han Yu is laying between his spread thighs, eating him out like it's going out of style.

In a panic Xi Zirui closes both knees around his head, boxing him in. "Su Xueyi is home."

Han Yu scrambles up Xi Zirui's body, his eyes wide, and his lips wet with his own cum. 

"Hide," Xi Zirui whispers, looking around at the room in a panic.

His words kick Han Yu into gear who jumps out of the bed, to pick up his discarded clothes from the floor. 

He looks at the bathroom, but if Su Xueyi comes into the room, what's stopping him from going in there?

The only option is under the bed, like the worst cheating cliche in the book.

Xi Zirui meanwhile, gets under the covers and pulls them up to his waist. There's nothing he can do about his debauched appearance, so the only option is to lean into it.

The covers are long enough to trail on the floor. Here's to hoping Han Yu doesn't make a sound.

As expected, it's not long before Su Xueyi is walking into the room, already tugging away at his tie.

He stops halfway into the room as soon as he spots Xi Zirui leaning up against the headboard, his lips swollen red, and his chest heaving and sweaty.

Su Xueyi's eyes are immediately arrested by the rise and fall of Xi Zirui's hard nipples. 

"What have you been up to?" he asks, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips.

Xi Zirui preens, and flicks his fringe out of his eyes. "Since my husband can't satisfy me, I have to make do."

Su Xueyi loosens his tie the rest of the way and takes it off. His hungry gaze doesn't leave Xi Zirui who hugs his legs to his chest above the red covers and rests his cheek on his bent knees. 

He smiles at Su Xueyi. "Why are you taking off your clothes. I told you, you can't touch me until you have the 10 million yuan." 

The corners of Su Xueyi's lips turn downwards. "You're being unreasonable baby." 

Xi Zirui nods, scrunching up his nose in commiseration. "That sounds like a you problem," he shrugs. "I had a mind-blowing orgasm just now, and you weren't needed."

Su Xueyi frowns. "How can a substitute be better than the real thing?"

He mean something like a vibrator or a dildo, but not only is he wrong on that count as well, but the substitute is currently lying under the bed biting on his tongue to prevent himself from laughing.

Xi Zirui has no such qualms and lets out a mocking giggle. "Oh, you have no idea."

He makes a shooing motion towards Su Xueyi. "Now leave, I want to have a shower and get cleaned up."

"Can't I even join you for the shower?" Su Xueyi leans over the bed, one knee coming close to Xi Zirui.

Xi Zirui pokes his cheek with his index finger and pushes him away. "No."

"Baby?"

"Leave, while I jerk off in the shower thinking about what a disappointment you are."

Xi Zirui doesn't think he's imagining the way Su Xueyi's breath comes up short.

Ni Ni's telltale chime confirms it. "Congratulations on the sex, Host! Er..that is congratulations Host! CEO's favor went up +4 points. Now at 59 of a possible 100 points."

Su Xueyi shoots him one last lingering look before turning to leave.

"Oh, and try to find out where the hell Han Yu went to? It's been hours since I've last seen him."

Su Xueyi nods before closing the door behind him with a soft thud.

Xi Zirui dissolves into a fit of giggles as soon as he's alone.

Han Yu climbs up from under the bed, dust bunnies sticking to his sweaty hair. He gives Xi Zirui an unimpressed look. "Really?"

Xi Zirui throws the covers off himself and skips out of the bed. "Really."

He throws Han Yu a challenging smirk over the shoulder, and asks, "Join me in the shower?"

Han Yu's eyes follow the trickle of wetness between Xi Zirui's cheeks, and like a spell, his feet follow suit.

---

It takes all of Han Yu's willpower and argumentative skills to talk Xi Zirui out of round two in the shower while Su Xueyi is walking around the house, probably still looking for him. 

Eventually Xi Zirui relents and instead has Han Yu sit down on the hydro-massage bench so Xi Zirui can wash his hair

"How am I going to explain my wet hair to Su Xueyi," Han Yu asks, even though he closes his eyes and leans further into Xi Zirui's touch.

Xi Zirui's solution to that is to fish out the hairdryer from inside the vanity. He blow dries his and Han Yu's hair at the same time. Accidentally, he sends a shot of hot hair up Han Yu's nostrils, making him sneeze.

Of course Xi Zirui can't help doing it on purpose afterwards.

Han Yu fights him for control of the hair dryer and it's a long time before they leave the bathroom.

"Ok, here's what we're going to do," Xi Zirui says, back in the bedroom and putting on a fresh pair of underwear. "I'm going to go downstairs to distract him, I'll keep him in the kitchen, or something. In the meantime, you come down and open the front door quietly but close it loudly, to make it seem as if you just got home."

"Came home from where?" Han Yu asks, shimmying into his pants. 

Xi Zirui shoots him a glare. "Why do I have to do everything. Come up with something."

"Bossy, bossy," Han Yu says, and slaps Xi Zirui on the ass.

That delays their descent for another 5 minutes while Xi Zirui chases Han Yu around the room.

---

Xi Zirui puts on a red silk robe over his underwear, not bothering with clothes seeing as he won't be leaving the house again, and finds he has no trouble keeping Su Xueyi in the kitchen.

Su Xueyi, draped over the kitchen's island, watches attentively as Xi Zirui peels a pear without breaking the skin, taking it all out in a single unbroken peel.

"My baby is so talented," Su Xueyi coos.

Xi Zirui raises an eyebrow at his condescending tone. "Have you managed to find Han Yu?"

Just then the front door shuts closes violently. "I guess he went out," Su Xueyi says, shrugging.

Han Yu makes his way to the kitchen and gives them both a perfunctory nod. "Sorry to leave all of a sudden, I had a family emergency."

Su Xueyi accepts one of the slices of pear Xi Zirui offers him. "You have a sister right? I hope she's doing well."

Xi Zirui slices off another piece of pear and this time gives to Han Yu, straight off the knife.

Han Yu pops the pear into his mouth and smiles around it. "She's okay now, but she'll be much better soon enough."

Xi Zirui cuts off another slice to himself and hides his smirk behind the knife's blade.

Han Yu's eyes meet his, and Xi Zirui doesn't think he's imagining the bloodlust shining in them.

It's a little thrilling, not to mention arousing to see Han Yu's brazen smile as he edges closer to Xi Zirui, they way his thumb almost brushes Xi Zirui's waist. 

If they were alone Xi Zirui would berate him for being so obnoxiously proud of fucking Xi Zirui into incoherence on Su Xueyi's bed.

Su Xueyi remains blissfully oblivious to the silent conversation happening between the two of them.

Which is why Xi Zirui is so surprised when Su Xueyi's arm comes around his waist and pulls him against his chest.

He takes a deep inhale of Xi Zirui's nape, and then drops a kiss on the place his neck meets his shoulder, where the skin is still warm and reddened from the bath.

"Isn't he mesmerizing?" Su Xueyi asks Han Yu, who has gone very still.

Han Yu nods and hums noncommittally, but Su Xueyi isn't done yet. "Such an exquisite jewel," he sighs against Xi Zirui's skin. "Sometimes I worry someone might try to take him away from me."

Why is he saying that? Does he know something?

Xi Zirui's eyes dart briefly towards Han Yu. 

"That's why boss hired me, right?" Han Yu says, keeping his tone cool, and cocky. "To ensure no one tries to take him again."

Su Xueyi nods thoughtfully, but Xi Zirui notices how the muscle in his jaw tenses.

"That's right, I hired you to keep your eyes on him at all times," his fingers tighten on Xi Zirui's slender waist, "just your eyes."

They're entering dangerous territory now, and judging by the knot between Han Yu's eyebrows he might not hold back from saying something truly stupid.

Xi Zirui turns around in Su Xueyi's arms and drapes his wrists loosely around his neck. "Han Yu, leave us."

Han Yu hesitates in place for a moment, before leaving, head lowered and lips flattened into a thin line.

"No why would you say that to poor Han Yu?" Xi Zirui smirks, and drags his fingertip down Su Xueyi's jaw.

"I saw the way he looked at you when he walked in." His grip on Xi Zirui's waist grows even more possessive if possible. "Like a starving dog salivating in front of a fine meal."

Su Xueyi's fingers travel to the front of Xi Zirui's robe, loosely fastened by a ribbon at his waist, and he pulls the two ends tighter together. "I didn't want him to get any ideas."

Xi Zirui breathes an internal sigh of relief. He doesn't know anything.

"What ideas would he get?" Xi Zirui scoffs dismissively, pulling away from Su Xueyi, but Su Xueyi reels him back in.

"I also don't want yo to get any ideas."

Xi Zirui frowns at him. "I don't know if I like what you're implying."

"No you wouldn't," Su Xueyi says, one of his hand lowering from Xi Zirui's waist to fondle his ass. "I'm just saying, this is mine."

Xi Zirui pushes him away with a thunderous scowl. "That's rich coming from you. You think the two of us are alike?"

Su Xueyi's eyes soften and he smiles indulgently. "No, no baby. I know you're upset with me, and you have every right to be." He chuckles and drops a kiss on Xi Zirui's hair. "I'll let you take your revenge, I like it when you are a little mean, cruel even. You've always been high maintenance, and I've always liked that about you."

Xi Zirui gives him a thin smile.

"I don't mind your rebukes, your curses, I even welcome all the humiliation you can dish out." His smiling eyes grow cold all of a sudden, and his arms come around to box Xi Zirui against the counter. "But...there's somethings I won't tolerate."

Xi Zirui looks up into Su Xueyi's handsome face, the twin dimples denting his smooth cheeks, and smiles himself, "I know, you don't share what's yours," Xi Zirui says, remembering Su Xueyi the Emperor who ordered the skin stripped off Xi Zirui's back.

Su Xueyi smirks, still looming over Xi Zirui. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

He pulls away to give Xi Zirui some space, but Xi Zirui pulls him back by the wrist. 

"Not quite," he says, smiling sweetly. "If we were, you would tell me what lunch with that sickly little man was all about. It's the least I deserve, for landing you that deal."

He can see the gears turning behind Su Xueyi's eyes, accessing risks and rewards. In the end, he cups Xi Zirui's jaw, and says, "Of course baby, we're a team. Come to the company with me tomorrow, and I'll tell you all about it."

Xi Zirui doesn't have time to digest his victory before Su Xueyi is blanketing his lips with his own.