Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 450: A tiny bit of NSFW

Han Xin’s lean body pressed down on Xiang Yu’s muscular frame. Their lips touched briefly, a mere tease as if savouring the anticipation of what was to come.

But the hunger between them was too intense to be denied. They kissed again, their mouths moving feverishly against each other, tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm.

Han Xin’s hands roamed freely, slipping beneath Xiang Yu’s t-shirt and exploring the firm muscles of his chest and abs. He nipped at Xiang Yu’s lower lip, eliciting a soft moan that sent shivers down his spine.

Their kisses grew deeper, more demanding as if each man was trying to devour the other with their passion. Han Xin’s body pressed against Xiang Yu’s, their erections straining against their clothing, a tangible manifestation of their desire.

Xiang Yu’s hands gripped Han Xin’s hips, guiding him in a slow, sensual grind. Han Xin’s breath hitched as he rubbed himself against Xiang Yu’s powerful thigh, the friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. Their mouths parted slightly, allowing them to catch their breath, but their eyes remained locked, burning with unspoken desire.

"You can’t control yourself, can you?" Xiang Yu whispered, his voice hoarse with want. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the smile on his face both mischievous and satisfied. "You are insatiable."

Han Xin smirked, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "And who’s to blame for that? You are the one with an irresistible body, and here I am, helplessly drawn to you." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s ear, sending shivers all over.

Xiang Yu laughed, the sound deep and rich, resonating through the cabin. With a swift move, he pushed Han Xin off him, surprising him with a burst of strength. Han Xin landed on the bed with a soft thud, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Xiang Yu straddled him, his legs on either side of Han Xin’s waist, taking control of the situation.

He leaned down, his hands braced on either side of Han Xin’s head, caging him in a possessive display of dominance. "Baby, I am starting to think you are only with me because of my body." His voice was a low, seductive purr, that made Han Xin’s spine tingle.

Han Xin’s breath quickened as Xiang Yu leaned in, their lips brushing softly, a teasing contrast to the fiery kisses they had shared moments ago. Xiang Yu’s lips were warm and inviting, and Han Xin couldn’t resist the temptation to taste them again. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue sliding against Xiang Yu’s in a slow, sensual dance.

Their mouths moved in perfect harmony, each kiss a promise of more to come. Han Xin’s hands slid up Xiang Yu’s strong arms, his fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

Xiang Yu responded by grinding his hips down, his erection pressing against Han Xin’s, creating a delicious friction that had them both groaning into each other’s mouths. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

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Han Xin stood tall, the weight of his mech gear heavy against his body. The air was thick with anticipation as he prepared to engage in battle against Sirius. Overwhelmed by both adrenaline and emotions, he felt a rare calmness as Xiang Yu helped him don the armour.

Xiang Yu’s hands moved with practised precision, securing each armour plate with care. Every clasp and buckle was fastened with a meticulousness. As Xiang Yu knelt to adjust the leg guards, Han Xin couldn’t help but watch him. The way Xiang Yu concentrated made his heart flutter, his focus absolute.

"Hold still," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice low and rough, as he tightened the straps. The brush of his fingers against the fabric of the undersuit sent a shiver down Han Xin’s spine, an electric spark that coursed through him.

Leaning down, Han Xin whispered teasingly into Xiang Yu’s ear, "I can’t help it. I can’t stop looking at you." His voice was laced with playful mischief, a challenge wrapped in affection.

Xiang Yu froze for a moment before his eyes met Han Xin’s. The world around them seemed to fade into a blur. For that brief moment, there was only the two of them, caught in a cocoon of shared warmth and unspoken tenderness.

Straightening up, Xiang Yu stood toe-to-toe with Han Xin, a spark of humour in his fierce expression. "Stop thinking what you are thinking," he said, unable to contain the smile that broke through his stern demeanour.

Han Xin chuckled, the sound echoing softly in the small room, a balm that soothed Xiang Yu’s soul. Wrapping his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist, Han Xin pulled him closer. "If only you had let me fool around earlier, I wouldn’t be thinking about it."

Xiang Yu tightened a strap, his hands deft yet firm. It was obviously a little tight. Han Xin groaned softly, a grin spreading across his face at the playful banter. "How about you try that in bed? I would love for you to tie me up," he whispered a hint of mischief in his voice.

Xiang Yu’s brow arched at the suggestion, a flurry of warmth washing over him as he unconsciously released pheromones into the air.

"When you win, I will do more than that," he replied, the promise hanging between them. With a final, decisive click, Xiang Yu finished securing the last piece of armour.

Their fingers intertwined, a quiet connection amidst the chaos waiting outside. Han Xin gently brushed away the strands of hair that fell across Xiang Yu’s cheek, his fingers soft and tender.

He cupped Xiang Yu’s face, his thumb lightly caressing the smooth skin. Leaning in close, he felt the warmth radiating from his man’s body, a magnetic pull that drew him nearer.

Xiang Yu closed his eyes, tilting his head slightly, a silent invitation that made Han Xin’s heart race. Just as their lips were about to touch, the door swung open, and Han Zhan stepped inside.

"Ready?" he asked, but his voice trailed off as he took in the sight before him. Han Xin and Xiang Yu were almost lost in their own world.

"Wow, sorry!" Han Zhan exclaimed, his cheeks flushing red as he quickly turned and shut the door behind him. The echo of the door closing settled back into a stunned silence.

Outside, Lian and Mei had just arrived. "Is the master in there?" Mei asked, glancing towards the closed door.

"Yep, but he is very busy," Han Zhan replied, still flustered.

"Doing what?" Lian inquired, a curious smile spreading across her face.

Mei answered with a swift smack to Lian’s head. "Ow!" Lian yelped, rubbing the spot where she had been hit. "If you keep hitting me, I will become stupid!"