Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 566: NSFW

"Let’s head back in a moment. I am so hungry," Xiang Yu said casually, moving toward the bathroom to wash his hands.

Han Xin who had been looking around opened a drawer and found something interesting. He pulled out an unopened blue bottle and a pack of pink-wrapped condoms, his expression unreadable.

Just then Xiang Yu came out and found him rummaging through the drawers. "What are you looking for?" Xiang Yu asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Han Xin replied quickly, hiding the objects.

Xiang Yu took Xue San’s device, crafting a fake suicide note in the man’s style. He placed the device down with a satisfied nod. "Let’s go before they come up," he urged.

"Okay," Han Xin responded, though he felt a strange calmness wash over him.

Xiang Yu noticed the unsettling tranquillity in Han Xin’s demeanour, but he brushed it aside. They left the grim scene behind, two figures disappearing into the night, leaving no trace.

Below, a small crowd gathered, gasping at the sight of the naked man splattered on the pavement. The rain poured steadily, washing away the blood and the remnants of a violent act, but the echoes of that night would linger long after.

Xiang Yu stepped into the hotel room, the soft glow illuminating his pink and blue Hanfu. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, and the fabric of his dress felt slightly heavy with moisture, but it wasn’t unbearable. He turned to say, "I am going to change my clothes," but before he could finish, Han Xin pressed him against the wall.

Xiang Yu’s heart jumped in surprise. He had thought Han Xin would let the earlier tension slide, but he quickly realized he was mistaken.

Han Xin’s expression was serious, frustration etched into his features. "I left a note," Xiang Yu attempted to explain, but Han Xin simply glared, restraining himself from speaking.

With a firm grip, Han Xin pinched Xiang Yu’s chin and raised his head. He lowered his body slightly, warm breath brushing against Xiang Yu’s skin. "Your note didn’t say you would be doing this," he said, his voice low and intense.

Xiang Yu licked his lips, momentarily drawing Han Xin’s attention. "This was the only way," he replied, his own heartbeat quickening. Han Xin’s thumb rubbed over Xiang Yu’s chin, surprisingly tender despite the tension between them.

"You could have told me," Han Xin said quietly, the resolve in his voice softening.

"I knew you would say no," Xiang Yu admitted, placing a hand on Han Xin’s waist, pulling him closer. Han Xin’s jaw tightened, his eyes locked onto Xiang Yu’s.

Seeing the conflict within Han Xin, Xiang Yu felt a surge of determination. He curled his fingers around Han Xin’s t-shirt, leaning in closer. "Xin-ge, I was wrong," he whispered, his gaze slowly trailing down to Han Xin’s lips.

In that charged moment, Xiang Yu leaned in and kissed the corner of Han Xin’s lips, then brushed his lips against his cheek and finally traced a soft path to his neck. Each kiss was feather-light, filled with an urgency that spoke of both remorse and passion. He was eager to coax away Han Xin’s anger.

Perhaps it was the way Xiang Yu’s lips felt against his skin, soft and insistent, or the way his scent wrapped around Han Xin like a spell. Whatever it was, he found himself unable to move, unable to speak, as Xiang Yu continued his slow, deliberate assault on his senses.

Without warning, Xiang Yu dropped to his knees, his hands sliding down Han Xin’s thighs to the hem of his pants. Han Xin’s breath hitched as he felt the Xiang Yu’s fingers sliding down his thighs.

Xiang Yu’s fingers brushed against the waistband of his underwear, and Han Xin’s control snapped. He pressed his palm hard against the wall, his veins throbbing with the effort to remain still.

Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he unzipped Han Xin’s pants, his fingers deft and sure. Han Xin’s breath came in short, ragged gasps as Xiang Yu’s hands closed around his shaft, his touch firm but gentle. "Fuck... ah, ah," groaned Han Xin his voice deep and erotic.

Xiang Yu licked the tip dripping with a string of pre cum causing Han Xin to shudder. With a smirk on his lips, his mouth closed over Han Xin’s cock, warm and wet, and Han Xin’s head fell back with a groan.

The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming, a rush of heat that spread through Han Xin’s body like wildfire. Xiang Yu’s tongue swirled around him, his lips moving in a rhythm that was both torturous and exquisite.

Han Xin’s fingers tangled in Xiang Yu’s hair, holding him in place as he panted, his body trembling with the effort to hold back.

"Ah, Yu Yu," he gasped, his voice hoarse with need. "Stop. Please."

But Xiang Yu didn’t stop. Instead, he deepened the suction, his mouth moving faster, his hands gripping Han Xin’s hips to hold him steady.

Han Xin’s vision blurred, his world narrowing to the sensation of Xiang Yu’s mouth on him, the sound of his own ragged breathing, and he scent of plumeria that clung to Xiang Yu’s skin.

Finally, Han Xin couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled Xiang Yu to his feet, his lips crashing down on his in a kiss that was desperate and hungry.

His hand closed around the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, holding him in place as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling with Xiang Yu’s in a dance that was both tender and fierce.

Xiang Yu’s hands slid up Han Xin’s chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through the fabric of his t-shirt. Han Xin groaned into the kiss, his body pressing Xiang Yu against the wall, the silk of his Hanfu crumbling beneath them.

Xiang Yu gasped, his lips parting in a silent plea for more. Han Xin took full advantage, his tongue sliding into Xiang Yu’s mouth as his hand moved lower, his fingers tracing the curve of the man’s hip before slipping inside the skirt. Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as Han Xin’s hand closed around his thigh, his touch firm and possessive.

"I want it," Han Xin whispered against Xiang Yu’s lips, his voice rough with need.

Xiang Yu breathed heavily as he whispered, "Then take it," his voice sultry, snatching Han Xin’s soul.

Han Xin turned Xiang Yu, pressing him against the wall, the silk of his chiffon skirt pooling around his ankles. Han Xin’s hands moved quickly, his fingers deft as he pulled up the skirt and pulled down Xiang Yu’s underwear sliding them down his legs.