Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 542: NSFW ONE

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips curling in a way that made Han Xin’s heart race. "That information," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "will cost you more."

Han Xin’s lips parted slightly, his breath ghosting over Xiang Yu’s skin as he leaned in. The scent of him was overwhelming, an intoxicating blend that clouded Han Xin’s thoughts and sharpened his senses all at once. Without a word, he pressed his mouth to Xiang Yu’s neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

A soft hiss escaped Xiang Yu’s lips, his hand instinctively tangling in Han Xin’s hair, guiding him closer. Han Xin’s tongue traced the line of Xiang Yu’s jaw, slow and deliberate, savouring his taste of him. His lips moved downward, sucking and nibbling at the hollow of Xiang Yu’s collarbone, leaving faint marks in their wake.

Xiang Yu’s fingers tightened in Han Xin’s hair, his head tilting back slightly as a low moan escaped his throat. The sound sent a jolt of heat through Han Xin, fueling his desire further. He continued his exploration, his tongue swirling patterns on Xiang Yu’s skin, his lips leaving wet trails that glistened in the dim light of the office.

When he reached Xiang Yu’s nipple, he paused, his breath ghosting over the tight peak before closing his lips around it. Xiang Yu’s chest hitched, his fingers digging deeper into Han Xin’s hair as he groaned softly.

Han Xin sucked gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive nub while his other hand reached up to pinch and twist the other nipple. Xiang Yu’s body arched slightly, his hips instinctively grinding against Han Xin’s thigh.

The friction was subtle but undeniable, a silent plea for more. Han Xin smirked against Xiang Yu’s skin, his fingers teasing and tugging, his mouth relentless in its attention. Xiang Yu’s breath came in short gasps, his body trembling under Han Xin’s touch.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice thick with need. His fingers slipped from Han Xin’s hair to cup his chin, forcing him to look up. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. "You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to," Xiang Yu said, his tone gentle but firm.

Han Xin’s gaze flickered, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to the palm of Xiang Yu’s hand. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees, his hands resting lightly on Xiang Yu’s hips.

The movement was fluid, almost reverent, as if Han Xin was surrendering to something greater than himself. Xiang Yu’s breath caught, his fingers tightening around Han Xin’s jaw once more.

Han Xin’s lips trailed downward, kissing and biting at Xiang Yu’s skin as he went. His tongue flicked over the ridges of his abs, his hands roaming lower, mapping the contours of Xiang Yu’s body. Xiang Yu’s fingers returned to Han Xin’s hair, stroking it gently as he watched him with a mixture of awe and desire.

There was something almost worshipful in Han Xin’s movements, as if he was savoring every inch of Xiang Yu’s body, committing it to memory.

Xiang Yu’s hips shifted restlessly, his groin pressing against Han Xin’s thigh as he struggled to maintain his composure. The friction was intoxicating, a silent plea for more that Han Xin seemed all too willing to answer.

His hands slid lower, his fingers brushing against the waistband of Xiang Yu’s trousers. Xiang Yu’s breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilted his head back, surrendering to the sensations coursing through him.

Han Xin’s lips curved into a smirk as he continued his descent, his tongue tracing patterns on Xiang Yu’s skin, his hands working to undo the button of his trousers.

The air between them was charged, heavy with anticipation and unspoken desire. Xiang Yu’s fingers tightened in Han Xin’s hair once more, his body trembling as he waited for what came next.

"Xin-ge..." Xiang Yu’s voice was hoarse, his body rigid with anticipation.

Han Xin hummed softly, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin as he continued his exploration. With a swift motion, he unzipped them, the sound of the zipper breaking the silence like a thunderclap. He pulled the fabric down, revealing the hard length of Xiang Yu’s cock, throbbing and flushed under the dim light.

Han Xin’s breath caught at the sight. His fingers trembled as he reached out, brushing against the heated skin. Xiang Yu’s hips jerked forward, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips.

Han Xin licked his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the tip of Xiang Yu’s cock. It was salty and musky, pre-cum glistening on the head. Xiang Yu’s breath hitched, his fingers tangling in Han Xin’s hair as he let out a muffled moan.

Han Xin’s mouth opened, his lips wrapping around the head of Xiang Yu’s cock. He sucked gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he took more of the length into his mouth. Xiang Yu’s body trembled, his hips bucking forward slightly as he fought to restrain himself.

"Fuck, Xin-ge..." Xiang Yu’s voice was a ragged whisper, his grip tightening in Han Xin’s hair.

Han Xin hummed in response, his head moving back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. He grew bolder, his throat relaxing as he took Xiang Yu’s cock deeper into his mouth. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, the stretch almost too much to bear, but when he looked up and saw Xiang Yu’s reaction, the way his body trembled, the way his lips parted in a silent gasp,he continued.

Xiang Yu’s moans were muffled, his hands clenching the edge of the desk as he struggled to hold back. Han Xin’s mouth worked tirelessly, his tongue tracing the veins of Xiang Yu’s cock as he bobbed his head. back and forth. He took a deep breath, his throat opening wider as he deep-throated Xiang Yu’s length, his nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base.

"Han Xin... I am close," Xiang Yu warned, his voice tight with need.

Han Xin didn’t respond, his focus entirely on the man in front of him. He pulled back slightly, his lips sliding up and down Xiang Yu’s cock as he sucked and licked with abandon. Xiang Yu’s body was a symphony of tension, his muscles coiled tight as he teetered on the edge.