Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 530: NSFW

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The moon cast a soft, silvery glow through the thin curtains of the small bedroom, illuminating the two figures tangled in the sheets. Han Xin lay on his side, his breath steady, his body relaxed—or so it seemed.

The air was thick with the mingled fragrance of blossoming plumeria and rich sandalwood, which drifted gently from Xiang Yu. It mingled with the warm breeze, wrapping itself around Han Xin like a lover’s embrace.

He lay there in unmoving, feeling the soft silk of the bedding beneath him. The sensation of something warm pressed against his back caused him to take a sharp breath, his heart racing.

Xiang Yu, with his strong arms encircling him, radiated an intensity that set Han Xin’s mind ablaze. The weight of Xiang Yu’s presence was as comforting as it was intoxicating.

Han Xin’s body tensed, betraying him. The heat that crept from his chest to his cheeks, filling his entire being, was both foreign and overwhelming. How could someone exude such an enticing aroma, one that stirred his senses like a long-buried dream?

The warmth pooled in his head, turning thoughts into a hazy cloud, erasing every pang of reason. It felt like he was ensnared by some powerful aphrodisiac, one that rendered him helpless to resist.

On the surface, he appeared calm. However, his muscles had begun to stiffen, a silent tension building as he became acutely aware of the tightness in his pants.

His eyes flickered open, and he glanced down, his heart sinking as he realized he was hard. Again. It wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it was the first time it had happened with Xiang Yu lying beside him.

Han Xin tried to hold back, to will his body to calm, but it was no use. His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, he reached down to gently remove Xiang Yu’s arm from around his waist. He needed space, needed to breathe, needed to deal with this unwanted arousal in private.

But Xiang Yu, though seemingly asleep, was far more alert than Han Xin had assumed. His grip tightened, his arm pulling Han Xin closer, his chest pressing firmly against Han Xin’s back.

"Don’t go," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against Han Xin’s ear. "Stay."

Han Xin froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn’t thought Xiang Yu was awake. He had thought he could slip away unnoticed, deal with his embarrassment alone. But now, trapped in Xiang Yu’s embrace, he felt a flush creep up his neck, his cheeks burning with shame.

"I—" Han Xin began, his voice cracking as he tried to explain, to come up with an excuse to leave, but Xiang Yu cut him off with a soft chuckle.

"Are you hard?" Xiang Yu asked, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s ear, his tone teasing yet gentle. "I can help you."

Han Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his throat dry. He wanted to refuse, to push Xiang Yu away and pretend this hadn’t happened. But Xiang Yu’s grip was firm, his body warm and solid against his, and the press of the man’s groin against his back left no room for denial.

His resistance crumbled, and he shuffled around, his eyes meeting Xiang Yu’s in the dim light. For a moment he didn’t speak, hesitating. After what seemed like an eternity he finally made up his mind.

"How?" Han Xin asked, his voice barely above a whisper, his gaze flicking away, unable to hold Xiang Yu’s intense stare for long.

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips curving into a mischievous grin. "With my hand," he replied, his voice dripping with promise.

Han Xin nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. He didn’t know what to expect, didn’t know how to react, but the way Xiang Yu’s eyes darkened with desire left him unable to resist.

Xiang Yu leaned in, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s in a soft, tender kiss, his hands moving to grope Han Xin’s waist, his touch firm yet gentle.

Han Xin moaned softly, his hands instinctively gripping Xiang Yu’s thighs in return, his fingers digging into the warm skin exposed by the oversized t-shirt Xiang Yu wore to bed. It was a simple gesture, but it felt intimate and electric, and Han Xin felt his arousal spike as Xiang Yu deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing Han Xin’s lips apart.

Breaking away, Xiang Yu trailed kisses along Han Xin’s jawline, his neck, his hands slipping beneath Han Xin’s t-shirt to grope his chest, his fingers tracing the contours of his muscles. Han Xin arched into the touch, his head falling back, a soft gasp escaping his lips as Xiang Yu’s lips closed around his nipple, sucking gently, his tongue swirling.

"Xiang Yu—" Han Xin murmured, his voice hoarse, his body trembling as pleasure coiled low in his belly.

Xiang Yu hummed in response, his hands sliding lower, slipping into Han Xin’s pants, his fingers brushing against the bulge that had started this entire ordeal.

Han Xin shuddered, his eyes fluttering closed as Xiang Yu’s hand wrapped around him, his touch firm yet gentle, his thumb brushing against the sensitive head.

"So hard," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s ear. "Let me help you."

Han Xin nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Xiang Yu began to stroke him, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through Han Xin’s body.

But Xiang Yu wasn’t content to simply pleasure Han Xin, he wanted more. With a smirk, he shifted, straddling Han Xin’s hips, his own erection pressing against Han Xin’s thigh, his hand reaching down to stroke himself in time with Han Xin’s rhythm.

"Like this?" Xiang Yu asked, his voice teasing, his eyes glittering with mischief as he began to stroke both of their cocks together, his hand moving slowly, deliberately, the friction sending waves of pleasure through Han Xin’s body.

Han Xin moaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips, his fingers digging into the soft skin as he thrust up, meeting Xiang Yu’s rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, the press of their bodies together, the heat of their skin, the slickness of their cocks as Xiang Yu’s hand moved between them, guiding, teasing, tormenting.

"Xiang Yu—I—" Han Xin gasped, his voice breaking as pleasure built, his body tense, his muscles coiled tight as he teetered on the edge.

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s, his hand speeding up, his touch firm, insistent. "Come for me, husband," he murmured, his voice a low growl, his eyes dark with desire.

"Let go." Han Xin cried out, his body arching, his hips bucking as pleasure washed over him, his release hot and intense, his cum spilling over Xiang Yu’s hand and his t-shirt. Xiang Yu followed soon after, his own cry of pleasure muffled against Han Xin’s shoulder, his body trembling as he came, his release coating their skin.

For a moment, they lay there, breathless, their hearts pounding, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Xiang Yu collapsed onto Han Xin’s chest, his weight comforting, his breath warm against Han Xin’s skin. Han Xin wrapped his arms around him, holding him close, his fingers tracing patterns on Xiang Yu’s back, his mind reeling from what had just transpired.