Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 543: NSFW TWO

"Fuck, I’m going to—" Xiang Yu’s words were cut off by a sharp gasp as he climaxed, his hips thrusting forward before a thick stream of cum splattered across Han Xin’s cheek, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. Han Xin’s eyes fluttered closed, his tongue darting out to taste the warmth on his lips.

The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Xiang Yu’s gaze was intense, his chest heaving as he looked down at Han Xin.

He reached for the box of tissues on the desk, pulling out a few with practised ease. His movements were deliberate, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned closer to Han Xin. Gently, he pressed the tissue to Han Xin’s face, wiping away the lingering traces of their heated moment. The cum melted into the soft white tissue as Xiang Yu’s fingers brushed against Han Xin’s skin.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu said, his voice a low, teasing purr, "it seems you are so good at this. I almost thought you had a lot of practice."

Han Xin’s heart was racing, his chest rising and falling with each unsteady breath. He stared up at Xiang Yu, his mind reeling. If he told his past self that he would be on his knees, utterly captivated by a man, he wouldn’t have believed it. It would have seemed impossible, inconceivable.

Yet here he was, kneeling on the floor, his gaze locked on Xiang Yu’s glossy lips, the very ones that had just claimed his with such intensity.

The world felt surreal, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled promises. Han Xin’s hands rested loosely at his sides, his body frozen in place as Xiang Yu continued to wipe his face with that infuriating smirk. The touch was light, almost tender, but it sent shivers down Han Xin’s spine.

"You’re quiet," Xiang Yu said, his smirk widening as he tilted his head slightly. "Cat got your tongue?"

Han Xin swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, he reached up, his fingers brushing against Xiang Yu’s wrist, stopping his movements. His touch was firm but hesitant as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing.

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his tone quieter now, almost gentle.

Han Xin exhaled sharply, his grip tightening slightly on Xiang Yu’s wrist. "You..." he started, his voice rough and unsteady. "You make it impossible to think."

Xiang Yu chuckled, the sound low and warm. "Is that a bad thing?" he asked, leaning in just a little closer.

Han Xin didn’t respond. Instead, he pulled Xiang Yu’s wrist down, guiding him closer until their faces were inches apart. His gaze flickered between Xiang Yu’s eyes and his lips, the tension between them palpable. For a moment, neither of them moved, the silence stretching on as if the world had stopped turning.

Then, slowly, Han Xin leaned in, closing the distance between them once more. This kiss was softer, more deliberate as if he was savouring every second of it. Xiang Yu’s smirk faded, replaced by something more earnest as he kissed back, his free hand coming up to rest against Han Xin’s cheek.

When they finally pulled apart, Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile. His hand shot out pushing Han Xin on the chair before straddling him. He grabbed a fistful of Han Xin’s hair, pulling his head back, exposing his neck. Han Xin gasped, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through him. Xiang Yu’s lips trailed down his neck, kissing, nipping, his teeth grazing Han Xin’s sensitive skin.

Han Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his body arching slightly, his hands coming up to rest on Xiang Yu’s hips, holding on as if for dear life.

Xiang Yu’s other hand roamed over Han Xin’s chest, his fingers tracing the lines of his muscles through his clothes. Han Xin shivered, his skin tingling wherever Xiang Yu touched him. He felt like a puppet, his strings pulled by this dominant force, and he both hated and loved it.

Han Xin’s hands moved of their own accord, gripping Xiang Yu’s waist and pulling him closer. Their bodies pressed together, Han Xin’s cock rubbing against Xiang Yu’s thigh, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through him.

He moaned a sound that was both a plea and a surrender, his head falling back, his neck exposed, vulnerable.

Xiang Yu’s lips found the hollow of Han Xin’s throat, his kisses branding him, marking him as his own. Han Xin’s hands tightened on Xiang Yu’s waist, his fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes, his body trembling with need.

"Let me repay the favour," Xiang Yu murmured against Han Xin’s skin, his breath hot and moist.

Xiang Yu’s hands moved to Han Xin’s pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them, pulling down the zipper. Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat as Xiang Yu’s hand slipped inside, his fingers closing around his throbbing cock. He gasped, his head falling back, his fingers grasping the arms of the chair, his knuckles white.

"Xiang Yu..." he whispered his voice a plea, a warning, a surrender.

Xiang Yu ignored him, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he sank to his knees, his body settling between Han Xin’s legs. He looked up at Han Xin through his lashes, his eyes dark with desire, before taking Han Xin’s cock in his mouth.

Han Xin’s eyes rolled back, a strangled moan escaping his lips. Xiang Yu’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue swirling around the head of Han Xin’s cock, his lips sliding down the shaft, taking him deeper. Han Xin’s hips bucked involuntarily, his body arching, his fingers digging into the chair, his toes curling.

Xiang Yu’s hands gripped Han Xin’s thighs, holding him steady as he bobbed his head, his mouth working Han Xin’s cock with a rhythm that was both relentless and exquisite.

Han Xin felt his orgasm building, a coil tightening in his gut, his balls drawing up, his cock throbbing with an urgency that bordered on pain.

"Xiang Yu... I’m..." Han Xin’s voice broke off in a gasp as Xiang Yu’s mouth closed around the head of his cock, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

Han Xin’s body shook as he came, his cock pulsing in Xiang Yu’s mouth, his cum shooting down Xiang Yu’s throat. Xiang Yu swallowed, his eyes never leaving Han Xin’s, his expression one of pure, unadulterated lust.

As Han Xin’s orgasm subsided, he slumped back in the chair, his body boneless, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Xiang Yu rose, his lips curved in a satisfied smile, his eyes gleaming with a triumph that Han Xin both resented and admired.

AN: No upload today. I had a doctor’s appointment. See you all tomorrow. Love ya’ll.