Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: A splash of NSFW

"No... don’t," Xiang Yu gasped, grabbing Han Xin’s hand. "You will get your pants dirty."

Han Xin swallowed, his gaze never leaving Xiang Yu’s face. He bit his lower lip lightly, realizing that Xiang Yu was worried about him. His dissatisfaction from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a deep desire to please Xiang Yu. He felt no resistance to kneel on that floor for this man.

Han Xin’s breath was warm against Xiang Yu’s ear as he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper. "Your Highness, just enjoy it." His words were like a spell, sending a shivers all over Xiang Yu’s body.

As he spoke, Han Xin’s lips brushed against the corner of Xiang Yu’s mouth, a fleeting touch that left the man yearning for more. Their eyes locked a silent communication of desire and consent. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

With a graceful movement, Han Xin knelt before Xiang Yu, his eyes never leaving the the man’s face. The sound of a zipper being slowly lowered echoed in the spacious bathroom, a prelude to the carnal symphony about to unfold. Xiang Yu’s breath quickened, his body already responding to the anticipation.

Han Xin felt the heat rise in his body when he smelt the intoxicating scent on Xiang Yu body. It was the scent of his pheromones mixed with other fragrances. He knew why Xiang Yu smelt that way.

His body had been cleansed in the deep pool submerged in the finest cleansers in the galaxy but Han Xin knew it was reserved for important events like weddings so what was the Imperial Lord thinking making Xiang Yu go through this. Was he expecting Xiang Yu to marry that woman during this visit? The only way he would let that happen would be over his dead body.

As his hands reached for the waistband of Xiang Yu’s underwear, Xiang Yu found himself clutching the edge of the marble vanity, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip. He gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Han Xin’s touch ignited a fire within him.

Han Xin’s mouth descended, capturing the tip of Xiang Yu’s cock with a wet, warm kiss. His tongue swirled and teased, eliciting a low moan from Xiang Yu. The man’s cock, already hard and throbbing, grew even more substantial under Han Xin’s expert attention.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Han Xin took Xiang Yu’s length into his mouth, his lips sliding down the shaft. He sucked gently, his tongue caressing the sensitive underside. Xiang Yu’s breath caught in his throat, his head falling back as he swore under his breath. The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pleasure and power that left him trembling.

Han Xin’s mouth was hot and tight, enveloping Xiang Yu’s cock with a fervour that sent waves of pleasure through his body. He could feel Han Xin’s enthusiasm, his eagerness to please, and it only added to the intensity of the moment. Xiang Yu’s hips involuntarily thrust forward, seeking more of the exquisite friction.

He withdraw his hardness from the man’s mouth with a soft gasp. Sensual fluids began to drip from the corner of Han Xin’s mouth, a testament to the intense play they had just engaged in. Xiang Yu leaned down, capturing Han Xin’s lips in a fierce kiss, licking him clean, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum.

He parted their lips, gasping for air before straightening his back. He slid his cock into Han Xin’s mouth, savouring the feeling of it sliding down his throat. He began to thrust and Han Xin’s own cock hardened at sight of his man thrusting into his mouth eagerly. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the room, punctuated by the slapping of flesh against flesh.

As Xiang Yu continued to thrust, he caught a whiff of Han Xin’s comforting pheromones. It was like a switch had been flipped, and his body gave in to the overwhelming pleasure. With a low growl, Xiang Yu came, his hot cum shooting down Han Xin’s throat. Han Xin swallowed, resisting the urge to gag as Xiang Yu’s cock twitched in his mouth.

Xiang Yu pulled out, panting heavily. Han Xin looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of satisfaction and longing. Xiang Yu pulled him up, and Han Xin wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist, trapping him against the vanity.

He towered over him, his big hands caressing Xiang Yu’s waist and butt, gripping through the fabric of his pants. He ground against the man, his hardened length pressing against Xiang Yu’s thigh. Xiang Yu kissed him fiercely, their tongues dancing in a sensual dance.

Just as things were heating up, there was a knock on the door. "Your Highness," called the steward. Xiang Yu pulled away, panting heavily. He looked at Han Xin, his eyes filled with regret. "I have to go," he said, his voice breathy.