Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 461: NSFW 1

His towering frame filled the already space. The mist swirled around him, clinging to his skin like a second layer, partially obscuring the firm contours of his buttocks and the powerful lines of his back.

Han Xin’s body was a testament to years of training. He had broad shoulders, a chiselled chest, and legs that looked like they could crush steel. Even in the spacious shower, he moved with a grace that belied his size, his every action exuding dominance and confidence.

Xiang Yu smiled, the water beading on his skin like pearls, as Han Xin’s arms wrapped around him from behind. His husband’s body enveloped him completely, the height difference between them making Xiang Yu feel small and protected.

Han Xin’s chest pressed against his back, his breath warm and heavy against Xiang Yu’s ear. "What are you doing?" Xiang Yu teased, his voice soft and playful. "I came here to shower so I wouldn’t dirty your cabin."

Han Xin’s lips curved into a smirk, and he nuzzled the gland at the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, his breath warm and hungry, as if itching to take a bite. "Our cabin," he corrected, his voice deep and possessive, vibrating through Xiang Yu’s body.

His alpha’s scent filled Xiang Yu’s senses making muddle headed and thirsty. He suddenly wanted to do it and quench his thirst. Han Xin’s hands moved reaching for Xiang Yu’s hand.

Sliding it back onto Xiang Yu’s ring finger, Han Xin murmured, "You should never take it off... my love." His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of Xiang Yu’s hand, his touch both tender and commanding.

Xiang Yu chuckled a soft sound that mingled with the rush of the water. "Okay," he conceded, spinning in Han Xin’s embrace to face him. Their lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electric, the water streaming between them, a barrier and a bond all at once.

Han Xin’s hands slid up Xiang Yu’s sides, mapping his body as if committing it to memory, his touch firm but gentle. Xiang Yu tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with Han Xin’s, tasting the salt of his skin and the heat of his desire. freewebnσvel.cøm

Xiang Yu was pressed against the wall, his body slick and shimmering under the warm spray. Han Xin, with a raw, primal hunger, moved his hands lower, cupping Xiang Yu’s ass. He groped and fondled it with the frothy white mass of bubbles, making it slippery.

His lips crashed against Xiang Yu’s with a fiery urgency, their kiss deep and desperate, tongues entwining as if they could consume each other whole.

Xiang Yu was no stranger to Han Xin’s fierce affection, but tonight felt different. There was a raw edge to Han Xin’s touch, a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. And why was that one might ask? It was because Han Xin had seen everything Xiang Yu had done to Peng Xiu.

Seeing Xiang Yu act unrestrained and fierce ignited something within him that he couldn’t wait for his man to return. When Xiang Yu didn’t come back to their cabin he immediately went to look for him, the heat in his body uncontainable.

Han Xin’s hands roamed boldly over Xiang Yu’s body, tracing the contours of his waist, the swell of his hips, and the firm muscles of his thighs.

His touch was firm yet reverent, as though he were mapping every inch of his lover’s body for the first time. Xiang Yu let out a deep, needy moan, his head tilting back as Han Xin’s lips left his mouth to trail down his jawline, sucking and nipping at his sensitive skin.

The glass wall behind Xiang Yu fogged with their combined heat, Han Xin’s body pressing him firmly against it. The cool surface contrasted with the warmth of their skin, heightening every sensation. Han Xin’s hands slid lower, cupping Xiang Yu’s already hardening cock through the thin layer of water.

He stroked him slowly, deliberately, his touch both gentle and demanding. Xiang Yu’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Han Xin’s shoulders as he arched into the touch, his body responding instinctively to his man’s dominance.

Breaking away from the kiss, Han Xin trailed his lips down Xiang Yu’s neck, his breath hot against his skin. He sucked at the hollow of his throat, leaving a mark that would serve as a reminder of this moment.

His mouth moved lower, kissing and nipping at Xiang Yu’s collarbone, before closing around one of his nipples. Han Xin sucked firmly, his tongue swirling and teasing until Xiang Yu gasped, his body trembling with pleasure.

"Xin-ge," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Please..."

Han Xin smirked against his skin, his lips trailing lower still, but he didn’t oblige. Instead, he lifted Xiang Yu with ease, pressing his back against the glass.

Xiang Yu’s legs wrapped instinctively around Han Xin’s waist, his arms looping around his neck as Han Xin positioned himself at his entrance. His cock was thick and throbbing, and Xiang Yu whimpered in anticipation, his body already slick with arousal.

"You are so beautiful," Han Xin murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Mine."

With a swift thrust, Han Xin buried himself deep within Xiang Yu, their bodies joining in a rhythm as old as time. Xiang Yu cried out, his head thrown back as the glass fogged further with their exertion.

The cool surface against his back grounded him, even as Han Xin moved within him with relentless precision.

Han Xin’s thrusts were deep and deliberate, his hips snapping forward with a force that bordered on rough. Xiang Yu loved it, his body responding to the primal intensity of his man’s touch.

He moaned loudly, his legs tightening around Han Xin’s waist as their bodies moved in perfect harmony. The water cascaded around them, mingling with their sweat and the slickness of their arousal, creating a symphony of sound and sensation.

Without warning, Han Xin spun Xiang Yu around, pressing his chest against the glass. Xiang Yu’s breath fogged the surface as Han Xin thrust into him from behind, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips with bruising force.

Xiang Yu’s fingers splayed against the glass, his nails scraping against it as he clung to the only anchor in the storm of their passion.

The position left Xiang Yu exposed and vulnerable, and he loved the way it made him feel completely and utterly Han Xin’s.