Warning:- NSFW
Li Hao leaned down, his mouth closing over Yu Han's nipple once more, sucking and teasing it with his tongue.
A low, desperate whimper escaped Yu Han's throat as he threw his head back against the sofa cushions, arching his body instinctively. Li Hao's hand tightened on Yu Han's waist, holding him steady, his thumb stroking possessively over the sensitive skin.
Yu Han's breath hitched, his fingers digging into the fabric beneath him as a wave of intense pleasure washed over him.
But just as quickly, this wave turned into a churning sensation in his stomach. The alcohol, which had slowly been numbing his inhibitions, now rose up to betray him.
Li Hao's lips moved lower, caressing Yu Han's belly. He licked a path across the taut skin, but instead of the expected thrill, Yu Han felt a sudden, sharp wave of nausea. The pleasure drained away, replaced by an urgent, unpleasant churning.
"Ahh… L-Li Hao…" Yu Han stammered, his words slurring slightly.
"I-I'm feeling like… like throwing up."
He grabbed a handful of Li Hao's hair, pulling hard enough to make Li Hao lift his head, his dark eyes clouded with concern.
"Yu Han, what's wrong?" Li Hao asked, his voice losing its playful edge.
"G-Gonna throw up… ahh…" Yu Han gagged, a desperate sound.
Li Hao immediately understood. Without another word, he scooped Yu Han into his arms.
"Yu Han… just hold it. I'm taking you to the toilet." He cupped Yu Han's mouth with his large hand, gently but firmly, urging him to keep it down.
It was a good thing Yu Han managed to control himself, though Li Hao probably wouldn't have cared if he threw up all over him anyway.
Li Hao rushed through the house, carrying Yu Han with surprising speed, and practically dived into the bathroom. He lowered Yu Han to his knees beside the toilet bowl just in time.
Yu Han choked, then wretched, expelling the entire contents of his stomach. Li Hao knelt beside him, an understanding hand on his back, stroking gently as he heaved.
Tears sprang to Yu Han's eyes, his face reddening with the strain. His ribs moved uncontrollably with each convulsion, his body trembling.
In a minute, it was over. He had emptied everything. Exhausted, he sagged back, collapsing against Li Hao's chest. Li Hao held him tightly, supporting his limp form.
"Yu Han, do you want to throw up more?" Li Hao asked, his voice soft, almost tender.
"N-No," Yu Han rasped, his throat raw.
Li Hao looked down at Yu Han, who was completely naked. His belly and inner thighs were a sticky mess, the cum shots from their earlier encounter in the car now dried and uncomfortable.
Li Hao's gaze lingered, a plan forming in his mind. He caressed Yu Han's cheek, his touch gentle.
"Yu Han, do you want to take a shower with me, huh?" he asked, a hint of suggestion in his tone.
Yu Han looked up, meeting Li Hao's eyes. Despite his recent ordeal, a spark ignited within them.
"I'm feeling hot," he murmured, his voice laced with unbidden lust.
Hearing this, Li Hao wasted no time. He scooped Yu Han up again, ignoring the current state of his body, and carried him straight to the bathroom.
Yu Han's hands instinctively encircled Li Hao's neck, his head leaning heavily on Li Hao's broad, reassuring shoulders.
Inside the bathroom, Li Hao set Yu Han down carefully, then stripped off his own pants, followed by his boxers, standing completely naked.
He reached for the shower knob, checking the water temperature until it was warm enough, a perfect heat to relax their tense muscles.
While Li Hao adjusted the water, Yu Han's fingers, almost on their own accord, began to trace patterns on Li Hao's back.
The soft touch sent a jolt through Li Hao. He turned sharply, grabbing Yu Han's wrist and pinning him against the cool tiles of the shower wall.
"Can't you wait? Huh?" Li Hao's voice was low, a dangerous rumble. He leaned in close, his breath warm against Yu Han's ear.
"Yu Han, don't test my patience. I'm already burning inside!" His voice was heavy with suppressed desire.
Yu Han struggled, trying to pull his wrist free from Li Hao's iron grip, but Li Hao was far too strong. A low chuckle rumbled in Li Hao's chest.
"You can't escape from me, Yu Han."
In a defiant twitch, Yu Han lifted his foot and delivered a soft kick to Li Hao's calf. It was barely a tickle for Li Hao, but in response, Li Hao tightened his grip, pinning both of Yu Han's hands above his head.
"Ahh… my hands are hurting…" Yu Han whined, a genuine complaint mixed with a touch of exasperation.
"That's your punishment," Li Hao stated, his eyes dark with amusement.
He reached for a bottle of body wash, opening the lid with one hand and pouring a generous amount onto Yu Han's chest. Yu Han breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling.
Li Hao spread the soap over Yu Han's chest, creating a thick layer of foam. His fingers then circled around Yu Han's nipples, caressing them with his thumbs. Yu Han's back arched, a soft moan escaping his lips.
Li Hao leaned close to his ear again, his voice a whisper.
"It's not even started yet!"
Then, Li Hao's hand descended, his fingers closing around Yu Han's cock.
"Yu Han, you didn't wait for me, huh? You played with this alone. Now you have to bear the consequences." Li Hao smirked, his eyes gleaming.
He began to thrust Yu Han's cock up and down with great speed, his thumb working the tip. Yu Han's moans grew louder, filling the bathroom, echoing through the seemingly empty house.
"Ahhh… ahhh… I can't…" Yu Han gasped, desperate.
"You can't, huh?!" Li Hao taunted, not slowing his pace. "Then why did you torture me when I was driving, Yu Han?"
"No… no… I'm gonna… gonna come!" Yu Han cried out, his body trembling on the verge.
And then, the warm liquid spurted onto Li Hao's hand once more.
"You are such a slut," Li Hao murmured.
Despite the intensity of their play, Li Hao quickly changed his demeanor, becoming gentle as he cleaned Yu Han's body with the running water.
He shampooed Yu Han's hair, rinsing it thoroughly, then carefully washed away all traces of their encounter.
After washing him completely, he gently dried Yu Han with a soft towel and wrapped him in a plush bathrobe. He quickly donned his own robe, then scooped Yu Han up and carried him into the master bedroom.
This was only the second time Yu Han had been in Li Hao's bedroom. The first visit had been a terrible, hazy memory, fueled by alcohol and drugs, so he hadn't truly acknowledged the atmosphere before. This time, he was more aware, though still groggy.
Li Hao turned on the air conditioning to a comfortable setting, then helped Yu Han lay down on the large bed, tucking a soft blanket around him. He glanced at the watch on the bedside table; it was already eleven o'clock.
"It's too late. Yu Han must be hungry. I should order something for him."
He reached for his phone and dialed Gang Zi.
Outside, Gang Zi sat hunched on a bench near Li Hao's front gate, traumatized and shivering from the cold night air.
His phone suddenly rang, the screen displaying 'Mr. Li'.
"Why is he calling me now? Gang Zi wondered, grimacing. Did he finally finish up?"
He answered the call, his voice raspy.
"Hello, Mr. Li?"
"Gang Zi," Li Hao's voice was calm, authoritative. "Bring me some noodles and dumplings in ten minutes."
"Fuck, am I a delivery person now?" Gang Zi cursed internally, but he knew better than to argue.
Li Hao was the one who paid his salary, after all. "Yes, Mr. Li. Right away."