Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 236: A pinch of NSFW (Its really a pinch)

Chapter 236: A pinch of NSFW (Its really a pinch)

Xiang Yu stopped teasing Han Xin and continued eating, his eyes glinting with mischief. He might have restrained himself now, but he was definitely going to resume provoking Han Xin after dinner.

Underneath the table, Xiang Yu pulled his leg back, ceasing the deliberate bumps against Han Xin’s leg. Han Xin felt the warmth on his leg disappear and a pang of disappointment hit him. There was something thrilling, almost electric, about Xiang Yu’s touch in a place where others couldn’t see. He bit his lower lip and moved his leg forward slightly, hoping to reconnect.

Unfortunately, he bumped the wrong leg. Han Zhan, who was seated across from him, looked under the table with a puzzled expression. "Cousin, I know you are tall, but why is your leg all the way over here?" he asked, his tone a mix of confusion and amusement.

Xiang Yu, who had been sipping his juice, tried to stifle a laugh but ended up choking instead. He quickly stood up, coughing violently. Han Zhan stared at him, speechless. Xiang Yu walked out of the dining room, still coughing, and Han Xin mortified, glared at Han Zhan before rushing after him.

"What did I do? You were the one who bumped into me, yet you are the one upset-... oh, ohhh hahahaha," Han Zhan muttered to himself before breaking into laughter. He had finally realized that Han Xin had been playing footsie under the table with Xiang Yu and had mistaken his leg for Xiang Yu’s.

Little Bai, Mei, and Lian exchanged confused glances. "Brother, what are you laughing at?" Little Bai asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, uncle, what is so funny?" Lian chimed in.

Han Zhan, realising the presence of the children, quickly composed himself. "Ah, it’s nothing, nothing at all. Keep eating," he said, waving off their questions.

Meanwhile, outside the dining room, Xiang Yu had stopped coughing but was still laughing, tears glistening at the corners of his eyes. Han Xin handed him a cup of water, his face etched with worry.

As Xiang Yu took the glass, Han Xin couldn’t help but notice the teary and red corners of his eyes from the laughter. The sight of Xiang Yu’s vulnerability stirred something deep within him.

Xiang Yu gratefully drank half of the water, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow. As he drank, he caught Han Xin staring at him intensely. The intensity of Han Xin’s gaze made Xiang Yu feel self-conscious but also aroused. He felt his cheeks burn with desire. He bit his lower lip lightly his heart pounding in his chest. Leaning forward, he licked his rosy lips and asked Han Xin, "Do you want to kiss me?"

Han Xin was taken aback by Xiang Yu’s straight forwardness. As thought under a spell he stepped forward, cupped Xiang Yu’s face in his hands, and lightly caressed his cheek. The touch sent a shiver down Xiang Yu’s spine, and without hesitation, Han Xin closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Xiang Yu’s.

He pressed Xiang Yu against the counter while trapping him in between his arms as though to block his retreat. His hunger for this man surge is his tongue clumsily explored. Like a beast in heat he wasn’t satiated. He wanted more than just a kiss.

***

The hot steam filled the bathroom as Han Xin stood under the showerhead, his mind reeling from the intense kiss he had shared with Xiang Yu. The memory of their lips locking together sent a rush of heat through his body, causing his heart to pound against his ribcage. He leaned against the cool tiles, the water cascading down his sculpted back, dripping over his firm buttocks and down his long legs. His mind was a blur, consumed by the desire that had been building up since the spring dream.

Han Xin’s hand drifted down to his hardening cock, his fingers wrapping around the length, feeling the pulsating need. He wanted Xiang Yu desperately, craving to feel the man’s body against his, to explore every inch of his skin. They had shared passionate kisses, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy the burning hunger inside him. He longed to possess Xiang Yu, to claim his body and make him moan with pleasure. The thought of ravishing the man made his breath catch.

With a groan, Han Xin released his cock, realising the futility of his actions. He couldn’t take care of his needs like this, not when the only thing that could truly satiate him was Xiang Yu’s touch. He turned the shower knob, letting the cold water wash over him, attempting to douse the flames of desire. The chill ran down his spine, momentarily distracting him from his aching need.

As he stepped out of the shower, Han Xin’s heart skipped a beat when he saw Xiang Yu lounging on the bed, his lean frame casually sprawled on the mattress. The sight of the man he desired so intensely took his breath away, and he instinctively covered his chest with the towel, feeling exposed.

"What a sight!" Xiang Yu exclaimed, his laughter filling the room. "Are you shy, Xin-ge? I didn’t take you for a blushing maiden, hiding her treasures from my gaze."

Han Xin’s cheeks flushed a rare occurrence for the usually composed man. "You startled me, that’s all," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse. He quickly grabbed his morning gown and slipped it on, tying the knot securely, as if protecting himself from the temptation that lay before him.

Xiang Yu sat up, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I thought I was supposed to come to you after putting the twins to bed. Isn’t that what you said?" Han Xin had indeed said that but he thought they would meet downstairs. In fact, he wanted to tell him that he should go downstairs and wait for him there but he found that he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Reason being that seeing the person he liked lying in his bed he

would most definitely be unable to control himself.

"Come," Xiang Yu beckoned, his voice low and enticing. "Let me dry your hair for you."

Han Xin nodded, his movements cautious as he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like a deer caught in the mesmerising gaze of a hunter.

Xiang Yu returned with a blow-dryer, his steps deliberate, and began to dry Han Xin’s hair, the warm air sending pleasant tingles through Han Xin’s scalp. The gentle hum of the dryer filled the silence between them, creating a soothing backdrop to the unspoken desires simmering beneath the surface.