Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 567: NSFW 2

Han Xin stared at the perky cheeks pressing against him and he couldn’t help but grope and fondle them, wishing he could take a bite at them.

Xiang Yu’s breath came in short gasps as Han Xin’s hands closed around him, his touch firm and sure. Han Xin’s lips brushed against Xiang Yu’s ear, his breath warm against his skin.

"I wanted to wait," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "but Yu Yu, you drive me insane... I can’t hold back."

Xiang Yu’s legs trembled as Han Xin’s fingers brushed against his entrance, his touch teasing and insistent. Han Xin’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he squeezed lube onto his fingers, the cool gel sending a shiver through Xiang Yu’s body. Then, he pressed one finger inside, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savouring every moment.

Xiang Yu, "..."

He felt the cool liquid enter his body and he wondered when Han Xin got his hands on the lube. When did he even have time to buy it? Xiang Yu had no idea that it had been robbed from the pervert.

The coolness suddenly felt hot and itchy making him want more. He moaned, his head falling back against Han Xin’s shoulder as his body adjusted to the intrusion. Han Xin added a second finger, his thumb brushing against Xiang Yu’s perineum in a rhythm that had him squirming with need.

His lips brushed against Xiang Yu’s neck, his breath warm against his skin. And with that, he withdrew his fingers, his hand moving to his own trousers, where he pulled out a condom, his movements quick and efficient.

Xiang Yu’s breath came in short gasps as Han Xin rolled the condom on, his eyes dark with desire. Then, he pressed against Xiang Yu’s entrance, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips as he thrust inside, his movements slow and deliberate.

Xiang Yu cried out, his body arching against Han Xin’s as he adjusted to the fullness of him. Han Xin’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips to hold him in place.

The sound of their bodies meeting, the scent of plumeria and sandalwood, the feel of silk and sweat-soaked skin, it was all too much, too intense, and yet not nearly enough. Han Xin pushed back the dress exposing more of that perky butt. Fuck! He found this view pleasing.

"Ah ah mm...," moaned Xiang Yu the pain and pleasure intense.

Han Xin gently bit his ear lobe and growled saying, "Baby... do you like that, huh?... You like that?" Xiang Yu bit his lower lip as he nodded yes, a tear flowing at the corner or his eye. Han Xin kissed away the tear his hand sliding up Xiang Yu chest.

As his pace quickened, Xiang Yu’s moans grew louder, his body trembling with the force of his pleasure. Han Xin’s lips brushed against his ear, his breath warm against his skin.

Xiang Yu’s body tightened, his muscles clenching around Han Xin as he cried out, his release spilling onto the fabric of the skirt. Han Xin followed soon after, his thrusts becoming frantic as he emptied himself into the condom, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He bit down on Xiang Yu’s exposed shoulder and Xiang Yu gasped as he leaned his head back.

For a long moment, they stood there, pressed against the wall, their bodies still joined, their breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Then, Han Xin pulled out, his hands moving to discard the condom as he turned Xiang Yu to face him. He placed his hand on the man’s throat and kissed him deeply.

His fingers slid to the back of Xiang Yu’s neck his tongue invading further as though to taste every inch of him. By the time Han Xin let go of him he was dizzy and breathless. His face was flushed, his heart pounding and he was gasping for breath.

Because of the almost rough kiss, his lips were a little swollen, and the colour darker and redder like he had put on lipstick. Han Xin rubbed Xiang Yu’s lower lip gently wishing he could do what they had just done again. He kissed Xiang Yu’s forehead affectionately before hugging him tightly like he wanted to merge with him.

***

Xiang Yu stepped into the bathroom, a grimace creasing his forehead. The stark, fluorescent lights hummed overhead as the water cascaded down, mingling with his hesitation.

This was his first time doing it all the way in this world so it was undoubtedly a little more painful. He let out a shuddery breath, a hint of enjoyment sneaking in despite the pain.

Lucky for him, Han Xin hadn’t gone too far, otherwise, he might have been dealing with more than just a sore chrysanthemum. He quickened his pace in the shower, washing away the remnants of what they had just done, steam enveloping him like a warm embrace.

As he wiped the mirror clear with the back of his hand, he caught sight of the hickeys blooming on the side of his neck and shoulder. A small smile crept onto his lips as he gingerly touched the tender spots recalling the way Han Xin was thrusting into him from behind while groaning in his ear.

"Fuck," he swore underneath his breath realising that he wasnt satiated. He wanted more.

After slipping into loose pyjama pants, he sank onto the bottom bunk. He rolled the key card between his fingers, repaying his plans.

Tomorrow, he would rescue Lil Bai from the confines of that godforsaken place. He couldn’t wait to make them pay for all the pain inflicted on Lil Bai tenfold.

Soon Han Xin returned, pausing at the sight of Xiang Yu sprawled on the bed, shirtless, the evidence of their earlier activities clear on his skin. Xiang Yu glanced up, flipping the key card with a teasing grin. "You came back late," he said, his voice laced with mischief.

Han Xin’s lips pressed together, a flicker of embarrassment crossing his face. He walked in, carefully placing a bag of food on the table. "I went to get you food," he replied, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

Xiang Yu stretched languidly, resting his arm behind his head like a cat basking in the sun. The aroma of the food attracted him but how could he miss this opportunity to tease Han Xin.

"Get up so you can eat," Han Xin urged.

Xiang Yu pouted playfully. "Xin-ge, I am so weak. Look." He weakly lifted his hand, letting it fall back down dramatically.

Han Xin, opening the takeout box with a hint of amusement, replied, "You look fine to me."

But Xiang Yu wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip away. "Xin-ge, you were so rough just now; everything hurts," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Han Xin’s ears reddened at the memory, and he cleared his throat.

"Well, it’s not your hands that were... ahem" he started, but his words trailed off, the implication hanging in the air.