Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 543

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. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

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.