Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 466: A dash of NSFW

Both men paused, the air thick with unspoken feelings as they stared into each other’s eyes, the intensity of their love palpable. A knock on the door broke through their bubble, and Xiang Yu glanced in that direction.

"We have to go," he finally said, turning his gaze back to Han Xin.

"Yeah," Han Xin replied, still not moving, as if rooted to the spot by the gravity of the moment. "Will you stand by me at the podium?" novelbuddy.cσ๓

Xiang Yu bit his lower lip, weighing the significance of the question. Finally, he nodded, a soft smile appearing on his lips. "Okay."

Han Xin stepped out of the hovercar, his posture straight and commanding. He turned back, offering his hand to Xiang Yu to help him out. Their fingers entwined as they exited onto the bustling grounds of the imperial palace.

Today, the palace was alive with activity, busy with attendants hurrying to and fro, the atmosphere buzzing with anticipation.

Xiang Yu kept his promise, standing resolutely by Han Xin’s side as he moved toward the grand hall. There, he would address the Republic regarding their standing with the Federation and the ongoing peace agreement.

As Han Xin took his position at the podium, his stern expression conveyed both authority and determination. Each member of the audience sensed the gravity of the moment, feeling secure and trustful under his gaze.

Xiang Yu stood slightly behind, captivated by Han Xin’s presence. His boyfriend looked incredibly handsome and dashing, every movement imbued with the confidence and power that drew Xiang Yu in.

Though Han Xin’s demeanour was serious, the aura surrounding him was one of strength and dependability, qualities that Xiang Yu found irresistibly attractive. As he watched, a swell of pride and love filled his heart.

Han Xin’s voice rang clear and firm throughout the hall as he spoke. "We will strengthen our ties with the Federation, ensuring that peace remains our foremost priority." The conviction in his words reverberated through the crowd, leading to nods of agreement and respect.

When Han Xin concluded his speech, the hall erupted in applause, the sound echoing off the ornate walls like a powerful tide. Han Xin stepped back from the podium, his stern expression softening slightly as his eyes met Xiang Yu’s. At that moment, the weight of the world felt lighter.

Without waiting for any questions or the council to voice their thoughts, Han Xin grasped Xiang Yu’s hand firmly and led him away. Xiang Yu felt a flicker of confusion but chose to trust Han Xin, following his lead.

As they exited the hall, Han Zhan quickly approached the council of advisors, his demeanour professional yet urgent. "The imperial lord has had a long trip and needs time to rest," he stated, his tone brokering no argument.

The councillors shifted uneasily, their eyes briefly darting between Han Zhan and the retreating figures of Han Xin and Xiang Yu. They wanted to speak up, to question why Xiang Yu was walking free and so close to the imperial lord. Yet, they remained silent, the broadcast to the Republic hanging heavily between them, keeping their tongues in check.

As Xiang Yu walked beside Han Xin, the applause still resonating in his ears, he felt the warmth of Han Xin’s hand on his wrist. Han Xin held his hand with a force that bordered on possessive. Xiang Yu had no idea where he was taking him, but he would follow him to the end of the world if he had to. They ignored the looks of the staff who were outside the grand hall.

Soon, they reached a deserted wing, and Han Xin opened the door of a leisure room used to entertain guests. The door slid shut behind them with a soft hiss, sealing them in.

The room, usually reserved for dignitaries and important guests, was adorned with sleek, polished furniture and walls that shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow. But Han Xin had no intention of entertaining anyone tonight. His gaze was fixed on Xiang Yu, his desire burning with an intensity that made the air crackle.

Before the door even sealed fully, Han Xin pressed Xiang Yu against it, his body a hard, unyielding force. His lips crashed down on Xiang Yu’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It was fierce, hungry, and dominated by a raw need that left no room for hesitation. Xiang Yu gasped, his hands instinctively pressing against Han Xin’s chest as if to push him away, but Han Xin’s grip on his wrist tightened, holding him firmly in place.

"Xin-ge, we can’t... not here," Xiang Yu managed to gasp out, his voice trembling with desire. The room was semi-public, after all, and the thought of being discovered only added to the thrill. But Han Xin wasn’t deterred by such trivial concerns.

All he could think about was devouring his man, who looked so irresistible, seducing him with his gaze. During his speech, he could feel that enticing gaze burrowing through his skin. He wanted nothing more than to press this man down and claim him over and over again. Calling him an addict would be an understatement.

"This is our place," Han Xin growled, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu’s ear as he spoke. His breath was hot, his voice thick with desire. "We can do it anywhere want, baby."

There was an undeniable power in those words, a declaration of dominance that sent a shiver down Xiang Yu’s spine. Han Xin’s authority was absolute, and at this moment, he wielded it like a weapon, leaving Xiang Yu helpless to resist.

Without another word, Han Xin lifted Xiang Yu off the ground, his arms strong and unyielding as he carried him to the sleek, polished desk in the centre of the room.

Their clothes were barely tugged aside, left half-on in a hurried, desperate attempt to gain access to each other’s bodies. Han Xin pressed against Xiang Yu, their crotches grinding together through the thin fabric of their pants.

The friction was electric, a tease that left them both breathless and wanting more. Xiang Yu’s protests faded as Han Xin dropped to his knees, his hands pulling Xiang Yu’s pants down just enough to expose him.

Han Xin’s mouth closed around Xiang Yu’s cock, his lips warm and wet as he sucked fiercely. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, teasing and tormenting with relentless hunger.

Xiang Yu’s breath hitched, his hands tangling in Han Xin’s hair as he thrust helplessly into that wet heat. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and surrender that left him trembling on the edge of release.