Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 669: NSFW 3

"Please what?" Han Xin murmured against his abs, his breath hot on the damp skin. He continued his descent, kissing and licking a trail down the tense plane of Xiang Yu’s stomach.

He bit at the ropes crossing his hip, then soothed the spot with his tongue. He mouthed along the sensitive skin of Xiang Yu’s inner thigh, the one suspended in the air, his hands stroking the strong muscle there.

One of those hands strayed, fingers wrapping around the base of Xiang Yu’s weeping cock. The touch was electric, a jolt that made Xiang Yu’s entire body jolt. Han Xin gave one slow, slick stroke, smearing the precum down the length of his shaft. Xiang Yu moaned, long and low, his gaze locked on Han Xin’s face, his eyes wide and pleading.

Han Xin understood. He sank to his knees, his presence reverent. He didn’t take him in his mouth immediately. Instead, he leaned forward and his tongue, flat and warm, licked a long, slow stripe from base to tip, collecting the slickness there. The taste of him, musky and clean, filled Han Xin’s senses. Xiang Yu whimpered, the sound high and desperate.

"What do you want from me, babe?" Han Xin whispered, his lips brushing against the throbbing head of Xiang Yu’s cock.

Xiang Yu bit his lower lip, his hips giving a tiny, involuntary thrust. "I want you to suck my dick, baby. Please. Suck my fucking dick."

A smirk touched Han Xin’s lips, a flash of white in the dim light. "Your wish is my command." And he took the entire length into his hot, wet mouth in one smooth, breathtaking motion.

He didn’t just take Xiang Yu into his mouth, he worshipped him. He slid his lips down the thick length, his tongue swirling around the crown, tasting the sharp, clean pre-cum that already beaded there. Xiang Yu groaned, a low, rough sound that vibrated through Han Xin’s skull.

Xiang Yu’s arms strained against his bonds, the instinct to fist his hands in Han Xin’s hair and pull him closer an almost unbearable need.

But the rope held fast, a relentless reminder of his surrender. So he gave in to it, pushing his hips forward instead, offering himself more deeply. "Fuck, Xin-ge..."

Han Xin happily obliged. He relaxed his throat, taking every inch of Xiang Yu’s cock, swallowing around him until his nose was at the base.

The feeling was intoxicating, the hot, velvety hardness filling his mouth, the muffled, desperate sounds from above him, the scent of plumeria and sandalwood combined with their arousal thick in the air.

He worked his head back and forth, a slow, then frantic rhythm, his hand cupping and gently squeezing the heavy sac beneath.

Xiang Yu’s world narrowed to the wet, sucking heat of Han Xin’s mouth. The ropes rasped against his skin with every slight movement, the friction a secondary, maddening pleasure that amplified the primary one.

He couldn’t hold back. His breathing turned to ragged pants, his pitched groans climbing higher and higher. "Xin-ge... my love... I’m cumming."

The warning was a hoarse whisper, but Han Xin didn’t pull away. He pressed closer, locking his lips around the base as Xiang Yu’s body went rigid.

The first hot pulse hit the back of Han Xin’s throat, and he swallowed greedily, drinking down every drop of his man’s release, the taste a bitter, perfect claim.

Xiang Yu cried out, a raw, unfiltered sound of ecstasy as he spent himself completely, his powerful frame shaking with the force of it.

He slumped in his bonds, breathing heavily, feeling utterly drained and boneless. The pleasure had been so intense it was almost a battle in itself, leaving him conquered and spent.

Han Xin pulled off with a soft, wet pop, licking his lips clean. A possessive smile played on his mouth as he began to explore the terrain of his husband’s body.

He kissed his way up the inside of Xiang Yu’s trembling thigh, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a gentle bite. He mapped the defined ridges of Xiang Yu’s abs with his lips and tongue, worshiping the strength he had just brought to its knees.

He moved higher, capturing a flat, brown nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as if it were the finest delicacy, eliciting a sharp, breathy gasp from Xiang Yu.

His hand, meanwhile, trailed lower, fingers stroking past the softening length of his cock, and further down. One slick finger found the pucker of Xiang Yu’s hole.

Han Xin’s eyebrow quirked in genuine surprise. It was dripping wet, slick with lubricant, and so beautifully loose, already stretched and waiting for him. He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "You couldn’t wait any longer for me, could you?"

A deep, rumbling laugh escaped Xiang Yu’s chest, though his eyes remained heavy-lidded with sated pleasure. "I wanted to be ready for you..."

He tilted his head, catching Han Xin’s earlobe between his teeth, biting down just enough to make the other man shudder. His voice was a deep, drawling whisper that went straight to Han Xin’s groin. "...Husband."

That one word, uttered in that tone, was a spark to tinder. Han Xin felt his blood surge, his own cock throbbing with an urgent, painful need.

He stood in one fluid motion, his fingers hastily tearing at his own robes, pushing them from his shoulders until he was just as bare as the man before him. He didn’t just kiss Xiang Yu then; he claimed his mouth.

The kiss was possessive and passionate, all teeth and clashing tongues, a brutal, loving invasion that stole the breath from both of them.

He broke the kiss, both of them panting. Han Xin’s hand wrapped around his own aching hardness, stroking himself once, twice, spreading the pre-cum beading at his tip. He lined himself up with that hot, ready entrance.

"Let me pamper you, baby. I promise to make you feel good," Han Xin growled, his voice thick with desire. He pushed forward, the head of his cock pressing against the yielding ring of muscle.

Xiang Yu gasped as Han Xin breached him, the sensation of being filled so suddenly and completely making his entire body tense.

The red ropes tightened deliciously against the hard flex of his muscles, a constant, thrilling reminder of his helplessness. He was open, he was taken, and it was everything he ever wanted.

Han Xin sheathed himself to the hilt in one long, smooth thrust, a groan ripped from his own throat at the incredible, tight heat that welcomed him. He paused, buried deep, his forehead resting against Xiang Yu’s, their breath mingling.

"Fuck, Yu Yu," he whispered, his voice ragged. "You feel so goddamn good. I am going to fuck you senseless."