Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 286: A dash of NSFW

Chapter 286: A dash of NSFW

With a sigh, he twisted the ring on his finger, contemplating the weight of its meaning, before taking off his clothes. He stepped into the shower his mind in a daze.

Warm water cascaded over him, washing away the day’s tension. As he stood there, the steam enveloped his body. Thoughts of Han Xin lingered in his mind, a smile tugging at his lips as he pictures what he was going to do with him tonight.

***

The dimly lit bedroom provided a stark contrast to the chaotic energy of the twins downstairs, who seemed to have an endless supply of energy. Han Xin had waited for Xiang Yu to come back but his boyfriend had ditched him leaving him to fend for himself.

After much struggled he finally managed to slip away using Butler Qing as a shield. He locked the door just in case if they chase him upstairs. He raised his head about to call Xiang Yu only for his gaze to fall on the figure lounging on the bed.

The man was casually browsing through his phone, the screen’s light reflecting off his face, creating an ethereal aura. What caught Han Xin’s attention, however, was the attire Xiang Yu had chosen for the evening or rather, the lack thereof. He wore Han Xin’s own pyjama top, the soft fabric hanging loosely on his slender frame, and nothing else but a pair of tight black trunks that hugged his hips, leaving his long, muscular legs exposed.

Time seemed to stand still as Han Xin stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight before him was a tantalizing blend of innocence and raw desire, and it stirred something primal within him. He took a cautious step forward, his eyes locked on Xiang Yu, who seemed to sense his presence without looking up.

"How did you manage to get away from them?" Xiang Yu’s voice was soft, laced with a hint of amusement. He knew the twins’ enthusiasm could be overwhelming, especially for someone like Han Xin.

Han Xin’s throat constricted as he tried to find his voice, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the effort. "You really don’t want to know. I couldn’t keep up... I am so tired," he rasped, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu’s. "Do they always have so much energy?"

Xiang Yu chuckled, setting his phone aside and propping himself up on one elbow. "They like you very much. They are excited to spend time with you. It’s a compliment, really." His words held a playful tone, but there was an underlying sincerity in his gaze.

Han Xin’s heart softened at the thought, and he took a step closer, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on Xiang Yu’s forehead. "Oh, but I want to spend more time with you too," he murmured, his breath warm against Xiang Yu’s skin.

Xiang Yu’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, savouring the sensation of Han Xin’s lips against his forehead, a simple gesture that held a world of affection.

Han Xin’s lips continued their journey, tracing a path down the side of Xiang Yu’s face, brushing against his eyelashes, and finally reaching the corner of his mouth.

As Han Xin’s lips grazed the corner of his lips, Xiang Yu couldn’t help but respond, his body arching slightly towards the touch. He opened his eyes, gazing up at Han Xin, who was now hovering over him, their faces mere inches apart. "I thought you said you are tired," Xiang Yu teased, his voice laced with desire.

Han Xin’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he pinched Xiang Yu’s chin gently, tilting his face upwards. "I am but not tired for this," he whispered, his breath mingling with Xiang Yu’s. Without waiting for a response, he claimed Xiang Yu’s lips in a kiss that started softly, a gentle exploration of their shared desire.

The kiss deepened as their tongues met, dancing in a sensual rhythm that left them both breathless. Xiang Yu’s hands found their way to Han Xin’s shoulders, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might disappear. Han Xin’s body pressed against Xiang Yu’s, their chests rising and falling in unison, the warmth of their skin a comforting embrace.

The taste of Xiang Yu’s lips was intoxicating, and Han Xin found himself wanting more, needing to possess this man who had captured his heart. He broke the kiss reluctantly, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I should go take a shower," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with unspoken longing.

Xiang Yu, however, had other plans. With a swift motion, he clasped the collar of Han Xin’s shirt and pulled him down, their bodies colliding in a tangle of limbs and desire. Han Xin grasped the headboard to steady himself, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu’s.

"Stay," Xiang Yu demanded, his voice low and filled with a raw need. He kissed Han Xin with a ferocity that matched the passion simmering within them. Han Xin could taste the remnants of his own shower gel on Xiang Yu’s lips, a familiar scent that now held new meaning.

The realisation that Xiang Yu smelled like him sent a wave of pleasure through Han Xin’s body. It was as if Xiang Yu had been marked by his essence, a silent declaration of ownership. Han Xin wanted to claim him, to leave his mark not just on the outside but deep within, where no one else could reach.

Their kisses became more urgent, fueled by the desire to possess and be possessed. Han Xin’s hands roamed over Xiang Yu’s body, exploring the firm muscles of his chest and back through the fabric. Xiang Yu’s hands were equally eager, caressing Han Xin’s face, running through his hair, and gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer.

Han Xin pulled off his t-shirt, revealing his toned upper body. His muscles flexed as he climbed onto the bed, a determined look in his eyes. He slid between Xiang Yu’s legs, his powerful arm resting on the bed, veins popping against his skin. Xiang Yu’s breath quickened at the sight, his heart pounding in his chest.

Han Xin’s gaze locked with Xiang Yu’s, his eyes darkening with desire. "You have no idea how long I have been waiting for this," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

Han Xin’s fingers gently caressed Xiang Yu’s thighs, sending shivers up his spine. "Me too... I want you so badly, but I don’t want to rush. I don’t want to hurt you."

Xiang Yu’s heart melted at Han Xin’s words. He had never felt so desired, so cherished. He wanted to reassure his lover, to show him that he was ready and willing. With a swift movement, he wrapped his hands around the back of Han Xin’s neck, pulling him down for a searing kiss. "Shh," he whispered against Han Xin’s lips, "don’t over think it."

The kiss was hungry, their mouths devouring each other. Xiang Yu could taste the passion and desire on Han Xin’s tongue as it danced with his own. He moaned, the sound muffled by Han Xin’s lips, as he felt his boyfriend’s hand sliding up his thigh, leaving a trail of fire on his skin.

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