After My Rebirth, My Husband Pampers Me Everyday!

He didn’t wait for a response. He pushed in, one long, relentless slide that had Guiying’s arms buckling, his face pressing into the mattress as a guttural moan was torn from his chest.

The new angle let Liuxian reach even deeper, and Guiying’s vision swam, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my god." His voice was muffled by the sheets. "Oh my god, you’re so deep. I can feel you in my stomach. Liuxian, I can feel you in my stomach. "

Liuxian’s hands tightened on his hips, fingers dimpling the flesh. "Good. I want you to feel me everywhere."

He began to move, not with the slow, grinding rhythm from before, but with something more urgent.

His hips snapped forward, the slap of skin against skin loud in the quiet room.

Guiying’s moans pitched higher, his fingers clawing at the sheets, searching for purchase as Liuxian fucked into him with deep, rolling strokes.

Then Liuxian’s mouth descended on his spine.

He kissed his way down Guiying’s back—hot, open-mouthed presses of lips and tongue that traced each vertebra. When he reached the middle of Guiying’s spine, he bit down again, and Guiying sobbed.

"Right—ah, right there, your teeth on my back while you’re inside me—"

Liuxian’s pace didn’t slow. He bit another mark into the ridge of Guiying’s shoulder blade, then another at the nape of his neck, all while his dick pistoned in and out, slick sounds filling the space between them.

Guiying was babbling now, a continuous stream of words that poured from his mouth without filter.

"—feel you everywhere, your dick is so thick, I can feel the stretch every time you pull back and push in again, the head of it catches on my rim and it makes my whole body clench—"

Liuxian growled against his skin, one hand leaving Guiying’s hip to wrap around his chest, pulling him upright so his back was flush against Liuxian’s front.

The new position seated him even deeper, and Guiying’s head fell back against Liuxian’s shoulder, a long, wavering moan escaping him.

"Feel that?" Liuxian’s hand splayed across Guiying’s stomach, pressing down. "I’m right here. Right under my palm."

Guiying nodded frantically, his own hand covering Liuxian’s, pressing harder. "Yes. Yes, I can feel you moving. Every time you thrust, I can feel you against my hand."

Their scents had tangled now, indistinguishable from each other.

Though the strawberry from Guiying’s pheromones was prominent.

The air was thick with it.

Guiying breathed it in, let it settle in his lungs, let it become part of him.

Liuxian’s rhythm grew erratic, his thrusts losing their measured cadence. His breath came in harsh pants against Guiying’s ear, his arm tightening across Guiying’s chest.

"I’m close." The confession was gritted through clenched teeth. "Where do you want—"

"Inside." Guiying turned his head, catching Liuxian’s mouth in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. "I want to feel you spill inside me. Fill me up. Mark me that way too."

Liuxian’s hips stuttered.

His mouth crushed against Guiying’s, swallowing the moan that rose between them, and then he drove deep one last time.

Guiying felt it, the hot pulse of his release flooding inward, the way Liuxian’s dick twitched and throbbed as he emptied himself.

The sensation triggered something in Guiying’s own body, and with a broken cry against Liuxian’s lips, he followed.

His release painted his stomach and chest, streaking white across flushed skin.

His inner walls clenched rhythmically around Liuxian’s still-pulsing length, milking every last pulse from him as Liuxian groaned into his mouth.

They stayed like that for a long moment, Liuxian buried deep, Guiying’s back against his chest, their mouths still pressed together though the kiss had dissolved into shared breath.

Liuxian’s hand remained splayed across Guiying’s stomach, holding him close, as if letting go was simply not an option.

Finally, Liuxian’s lips moved against his, not quite a kiss, more like forming words directly onto his skin.

"Look at you." His voice was hoarse, scraped clean of all pretense. "Marked inside and out."

Guiying’s laugh was breathless, his body still trembling with aftershocks. "I told you. I want to count them tomorrow."

Liuxian nuzzled into the crook of his neck, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. "We’re not done yet."

Guiying’s spent dick gave a valiant twitch at the promise in those words.

"This is only round one.."

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Sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains by the time Guiying stirred, every muscle in his body protesting the movement with a dull, satisfying ache.

He groaned softly, shifting beneath the blankets, the sheer exhaustion sitting in his limbs unlike anything he’d felt in weeks. Beside him, Liuxian slept on, undisturbed, one arm draped loosely across Guiying’s waist, his breathing slow and even.

Guiying considered moving, considered getting up to face whatever the day required of him. His body vetoed the idea almost immediately, every joint reminding him exactly how thoroughly last night had gone.

Later.

He tucked himself back against Liuxian’s chest, eyes falling shut again.

I’ll think about all of itlater.

Sleep claimed him again within minutes, the morning’s responsibilities pushed gently aside for a few more hours of rest neither of them was ready to give up yet.

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Across the city, in the hidden room he’d built specifically for this purpose—soundproofed, windowless, lit by a single bare bulb that swung lazily from the ceiling, Shen Zihao paced back and forth, fury radiating off him in waves.

Ren Hao was already on the floor.

"You contacted him." Shen Zihao’s voice shook with barely restrained rage. He didn’t wait for an answer. His foot connected with Ren Hao’s ribs in a sharp, brutal kick that sent him skidding across the concrete. "Didn’t you? Guiying. That bastard Kong Siying too. You’ve been trying to sabotage me this entire time."

Ren Hao curled inward, arms wrapped around his torso, new bruises darkening across skin that hadn’t finished healing from the last time. A wet cough rattled out of him, blood speckling his lips.

"Answer me." Shen Zihao’s voice cracked sharp through the room. He grabbed Ren Hao by the collar, hauling him half-upright, and drove his fist into his stomach once, twice—each impact a wet, dull thud that echoed off the bare walls.

Ren Hao doubled over, gasping, but stayed silent. Eyes fixed on the floor. Refusing to give him anything more than his fear.

"I know you talked to someone." Shen Zihao released him, letting him crumple, then delivered another kick to his thigh that made Ren Hao bite back a whimper. His hands curled into fists at his sides as he paced faster, something increasingly unhinged bleeding into his voice. "I know it. I can feel it. Everyone’s turning against me, all of them, working together to take everything I have."

He stopped abruptly, chest heaving, staring down at Ren Hao’s trembling form with something cold and calculating settling behind his eyes. He crouched, grabbed a fistful of Ren Hao’s hair, and yanked his head back hard enough that his neck popped.

"If you’ve betrayed me—" His voice dropped low, deceptively calm now, inches from Ren Hao’s ear. "—there won’t be anywhere left for either of them to hide you. I’ll find Kong Siying again. I’ll find Guiying too, eventually, no matter how many guards Liu Liuxian throws in my way."

Ren Hao’s breath caught, terror flooding through him at the promise behind those words. A single tear tracked down his bruised cheek, though he kept his silence, unwilling to give Shen Zihao the satisfaction of a reaction.

Shen Zihao studied his face like he was searching for a lie hidden somewhere in his expression then threw him back down, watching him hit the concrete with a sickening crack.

"Cornered animals get desperate." His voice came quiet now, almost thoughtful, as he straightened and smoothed down his shirt. "I’m not cornered yet. But I’m close enough to it that I’m done being patient with anyone who might be working against me."

He moved toward the door, pausing with his hand on the frame.

"Rest up." He didn’t look back. "You’ll need it, if my suspicions turn out to be correct.

"And Ren Hao?" A pause. "Pray that I’m wrong. For your fucking sake."