Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 553: NSFW hehehe

Han Xin’s eyes snapped open, his expressionless mask slipping for a moment as surprise flickered across his features. "Xiang Yu," he said, his voice steady despite the sudden intrusion. "What are you doing here?"

Xiang Yu stepped into the shower, the water cascading over his own naked body, highlighting the lean muscles and the hickey that marred the side of his neck, a mark Han Xin had left just days ago. "I couldn’t resist," Xiang Yu replied, his voice low and husky. "Seeing you like this... It’s too tempting."

Han Xin’s breath hitched as Xiang Yu’s fingers brushed against his back, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "You shouldn’t be here," he murmured, though his body betrayed his words, leaning slightly into the contact.

"Let me help you wash your back," Xiang Yu said, his tone gentle yet insistent. "You have been working so hard these past few days. It’s... distressing to see you push yourself like this."

Han Xin opened his mouth to protest, but the words caught in his throat as Xiang Yu’s fingertips slipped down his spine, tracing the contours of his muscular back.

The touch was feather-light, yet it left a trail of fire in its wake. He felt his resolve crumbling, his body responding to Xiang Yu’s proximity in ways he couldn’t ignore.

"No need," he managed to say, though his voice lacked conviction. His gaze was drawn to the hickey on Xiang Yu’s neck, a vivid purple bruise that stood out against his pale skin.

It was a mark of possession, a silent declaration for everyone to see. Han Xin’s fingers twitched with the urge to touch it, to reclaim what was already his.

Xiang Yu took a step forward, his body pressing against Han Xin’s, the coolness of his skin a stark contrast to the warm water. With a gentle shove, he pinned Han Xin against the shower wall, their bodies flush against each other.

Han Xin’s breath quickened as Xiang Yu’s lips crashed down on his, the kiss fierce and demanding.

Han Xin’s hands instinctively reached out, his fingers tangling in Xiang Yu’s wet hair, holding him close as if afraid he might disappear. The water continued to rain down on them, mingling with the heat of their passion and masking their soft moans.

Xiang Yu’s hands roamed freely, mapping the terrain of Han Xin’s body as if committing it to memory. His touch was both reverent and possessive, a delicate balance that Han Xin found impossible to resist.

Xiang Yu’s hands slid down, tracing the contours of Han Xin’s body, until they found the hard length of his cock. He stroked it gently, his touch teasing, his lips chasing Han Xin’s as they broke the kiss. Xiang Yu groaned, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his throat.

Xiang Yu whispered his voice enticing, "But you can borrow my thighs."

Han Xin’s eyes darkened with desire. Without a word, Xiang Yu turned, pressing his ass against Han Xin’s crotch, his body warm and inviting. Han Xin wrapped his arms around him, his hands sliding up the slippery skin of Xiang Yu’s chest.

His fingers pressed into the flesh, leaving faint red marks, a silent claim of ownership. He bit down on Xiang Yu’s shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, as if branding him, marking his territory.

Xiang Yu hissed, his breath catching, but he didn’t pull away. "Xin-ge, you are ruthless," he muttered, his voice laced with pleasure.

"Put your legs together for me," Han Xin commanded, his voice low and commanding.

Xiang Yu’s head tilted slightly, a challenge in his eyes. "Call me Yu Yu, and I will."

Han Xin’s lips curved into a smirk. He leaned in, his hot breath brushing against Xiang Yu’s ear as he whispered, "Please, Yu Yu."

Xiang Yu shuddered, his resistance melting away. "Okay... husband," he breathed, his legs slowly pressing together, his thighs creating a tight, warm channel.

Han Xin thrust forward, his cock sliding between Xiang Yu’s thighs, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He moved slowly at first, savouring the sensation, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips to steady himself.

The water from the shower splashed against their skin, mixing with the heat of their bodies, creating a sensory overload that left them both breathless.

Xiang Yu’s head fell forward, his hair damp and clinging to his forehead. "Harder," he demanded, his voice strained.

Han Xin complied, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. He pressed his forehead against Xiang Yu’s shoulder, his breath coming in short gasps as he lost himself in the moment.

The marks on Xiang Yu’s skin deepened, his fingers digging into the flesh as if to anchor himself to this moment, to this man.

The sound of their bodies moving together, the wet slapping of skin against skin, filled the small space. Han Xin’s cock throbbed, his balls tightening as he neared the edge.

He whispered Xiang Yu’s name, a plea and a promise, as he felt his orgasm building, unstoppable and all-consuming.

***

Han Xin moved with purpose, carrying heavy bags to the line of all-terrain vehicles parked at the bustling city centre. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden light that flickered off the polished surfaces of the cars.

"Brother, let me carry it for you," Kai Wang offered, his voice warm and friendly as he approached with a smile.

"Oh, thanks," Han Xin replied, glancing up just long enough to acknowledge him before returning to his contemplative silence. He climbed into the back seat of one of the vehicles wordlessly, lowering himself onto the leather interior, his expression unreadable.

Han Zhan, who had just brought in a few more bags, leaned closer to Xiang Yu and whispered, "You have to fix it. He is grumpy." His tone was low, but the concern in his eyes was clear.

Xiang Yu nodded slightly, the weight of Han Xin’s mood hanging like a cloud over him. He understood why Han Xin was frustrated. The decision to bring Da Hei along had not been popular. In fact, it was a choice that had turned their small mission into a contentious topic, especially for Han Xin.

Han Xin’s annoyance stemmed from this very decision. Xiang Yu knew this would aggravate him. The tension in the air felt thick, a taut string ready to snap. He thought of the divine emperor’s warning that Da Hei was up to something, though the details remained shrouded in mystery.

Da Hei had always been clever, masking his intentions with a practiced ease. Leaving him behind felt like a gamble, and Xiang Yu was not willing to take that risk. freeweɓnøvel.com

His man was jealous and he could only placate him but Han Xin was like a puffer fish refusing to speak to him.