After My Rebirth, My Husband Pampers Me Everyday!

Chapter 171: STILL THINK THAT DILDO BEATS MY DICK?

Liuxian rocked gently, a slow soothing rhythm that pressed their bodies closer, hips rolling in tiny movements that weren’t meant to tease yet, just to close whatever distance remained.

Another kiss, slower this time, Liuxian sucking lightly on Guiying’s lower lip before releasing it with a soft sound. He pulled back just enough to breathe against his mouth.

"You’re perfect," Liuxian whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then to his flushed cheek, then back to his mouth again. "Do you know that? Every single thing about you." He reached down and took one of Guiying’s hands in his own, bringing it up to his chest and pressing it flat over his heart. "This is what you do to me. Every day. Without trying."

Guiying let out a shaky breath that sounded halfway between a laugh and something more undone than that. His free hand roamed up Liuxian’s back, sliding under his jacket to feel the warmth through the dress shirt underneath, pulling him closer, chest to chest.

The kisses grew heavier, more consuming, tongues moving together with more intent, soft sounds filling the space between them.

"I still can’t believe you," Guiying mumbled against Liuxian’s lips during a brief pause, his forehead resting against his. His voice was rough and soft at the same time. "You come home after a terrible day and you still—"

Liuxian smiled into the next kiss, rocking a little more deliberately. "Then let me keep going," he said quietly, nipping gently at Guiying’s lower lip before soothing it with his tongue. "Until the only thing you can think about is this. Until everything else goes quiet."

He cupped Guiying’s face again, thumbs tracing the line of his jaw as they kissed deeper, slower, more languid.

Guiying’s hands explored his back freely now, no longer just holding but moving, running up his spine, pressing into the muscles, pulling him in until there was no space left between their bodies.

The room felt warmer now. Liuxian kept the pace unhurried, pouring everything into the way he touched and kissed him, slow and deep, and Guiying was melting more with every passing minute, the last of his composure giving way, his sounds turning softer and more unguarded, his body giving itself over in increments.

The kisses had been slow and grounding, but something shifted.

Liuxian could feel it in the way Guiying’s hands tightened on his back, the way his breathing grew heavier against his mouth.

What had started as warmth was turning into something else entirely, something that had been building since the living room, since the nipple comment, since Guiying’s ears had gone red and he had said it was Liuxian’s fault.

With a low sound that came from somewhere deep in his chest, Liuxian moved.

His arms came fully around Guiying’s waist and in one fluid motion he turned them.

Guiying’s back hit the mattress with a quiet sound and Liuxian was above him, that broad frame blocking the lamplight, the open shirt hanging off his shoulders, his eyes carrying absolutely none of his usual composure.

"Guiying," he said, his voice low. "You’re mine."

He dipped his head immediately, capturing his lips in a much messier kiss than before.

Desperate, open mouthed, tongues sliding hot and urgent against each other, kissing like he was making up for every lost hour of the day.

Guiying let out a soft surprised sound into his mouth, hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders. Liuxian’s hands roamed possessively, one sliding up under his shirt, warm and flat against his skin. He broke the kiss just long enough to look down at him.

"Tell me again," Liuxian said against his throat, lips brushing hot against his skin.

"Yours," Guiying answered breathlessly, fingers threading through Liuxian’s hair. "Only yours. Always."

Guiying’s fingers were still threaded in Liuxian’s hair when Liuxian stopped.

He pulled back, looked at Guiying’s face for a moment, and then rolled off him onto his back.

"I’m tired," he said. "Let’s go to bed."

Guiying stared at the ceiling.

-_-

He turned his head slowly and looked at Liuxian, who had his eyes closed and his hands folded on his stomach with the peaceful expression of a man who had just made a completely reasonable suggestion.

"It’s a joke right?" Guiying said. "You were going to end this now?"

"I’m very tired," Liuxian said.

"What do you mean by that?" Guiying sat up. "Are you saying we’re not having sex?"

"No."

"Why? Why the hell will you rile me up and not fuck me."

"You have work tomorrow," Liuxian said simply, still not opening his eyes. "I won’t be able to control myself if we have sex."

Guiying bit his lip.

He guessed this was his karma.

"If we’re not going to have sex then get out of my room," he said. "I’ll just use that dildo I bought. It’s bigger than your dick anyway."

Liuxian opened one eye.

"That’s a lie," he said. "You love my dick so much why would you get a dildo."

"Because it obviously does a better job," Guiying said pleasantly.

Liuxian looked at him for a long moment. Then he smiled, slow and unhurried, the kind of smile that had nothing warm in it.

"You’re going to regret saying that," he said quietly.

Guiying kept his expression completely innocent and watched the tiredness leave Liuxian’s eyes entirely, replaced by something that had taken the bait and had absolutely no intention of letting it go.

-_-

Angry sex was definitely different from what he expected.

Guiying woke up a very happy man.

Morning light cut through the curtains in narrow, gold-edged lines. Guiying lay still, watching the ceiling like a man quietly counting damages.

A bite bloomed dark against his collarbone. Another marked his shoulder.

Two more traced the curve of his neck.

He pulled the blanket up, glanced down, and let it fall back over him at once.

For the third time that morning, he wondered if he had gone to bed with a man or a beast.

His backside was raw. That was the truth of it. Raw, heated, branded by a man who had taken the dildo comment as a challenge and spent the night proving his point with brutal, thorough precision.

But every time Guiying said stop, Liuxian stopped. Every complaint was noted, adjusted, obeyed. His body ached, but it was a clean ache.

Nothing that made him wish he could undo a single hour.

He lay with that realization and felt something warm and quiet settle behind his ribs.

He turned to kiss Liuxian before getting up.

An arm hooked around his waist and pinned him in place.

"Good morning," Liuxian murmured, eyes closed, voice still heavy with sleep.

"Good morning," Guiying said back.

They stayed like that while the light moved across the sheets.

Comfortable.

Unhurried.

Then Liuxian cracked one eye open.

"Still think that dildo beats my dick?"

Guiying laughed — sharp, delighted, completely unguarded. His face folded into it as he pressed into Liuxian’s shoulder and shook with the force of it.

"I’ve never owned a dildo," he said.

Liuxian’s eyes snapped open.

Guiying saw it happen second by second: the slow blink, the stillness, the dangerous quiet that meant Liuxian was rewinding the last eight hours and landing on a conclusion he despised.

"You did it to yourself," Guiying said, grinning. He lifted his head and kissed the corner of Liuxian’s jaw. "Alphas and their pride. It’s almost unfair how easy you are." He laughed again, slid his legs over the edge of the bed, and walked toward the bathroom with unsteady, satisfied steps.

"Y-you... you—" Liuxian’s mouth opened. Closed. He tried again. Nothing came out.

He lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling like his brain had crashed.