Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)
Chapter 385: Sending pictures.

Chapter 385: Sending pictures.

Han Xin’s body tensed, every muscle taut as he reached the precipice of pleasure. He imagined Xiang Yu’s fingers digging into his hips, holding him firmly as he thrust against him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. With a final, desperate groan, Han Xin surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his seed spurting from his cock in hot, wet bursts.

The release was intense, leaving Han Xin trembling and breathless. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself alone in the shower, the water still running over his spent body. The pheromone sensor continued to beep, a silent witness to the passion that had just consumed him.

Han Xin slumped against the wall, his breath coming in ragged gasps as the reality of what he had just done hit him. His eyes flew open, and he took in his surroundings, the steam-filled bathroom, and the evidence of his release, now washing away down the drain. A mix of emotions washed over him. It was exhilaration, shame, and a deep, nagging hunger that wouldn’t be denied.

As the shower continued to rain down on him, Han Xin reaffirmed his addiction to Xiang Yu. The man had gotten under his skin, into his blood, and now there was no going back. The thought of Xiang Yu dominated his every waking moment, and even in his sleep, he dreamed of their forbidden trysts.

Han Xin slowly rose to his feet shutting off the water. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his slim waist, and dried his hair, the damp locks falling over his forehead. He stared at his reflection in the foggy mirror, his eyes holding a mix of desire and uncertainty. With a slight shake of his head, he walked out of the bathroom, his feet sinking into the plush carpet of his bedroom.

The night light cast a soft glow over the spacious room, highlighting Han Xin’s well-defined abs and the trail of hair that disappeared beneath the towel. He picked out a pair of pyjamas and dressed slowly, his mind still reeling from the intensity of his shower experience.

He soon sat in the chair in his room, a floating screen appearing as though activated by his mere presence. He wanted to check what people were saying about Xiang Yu after the incident at dinner. As expected, they weren’t saying anything nice.

The vitriol was infuriating. They were calling Xiang Yu names and cussing him out, and some even called for him to be stripped of his right to inherit the throne.

In his past life, Han Xin would have let this fester, indifferent to Xiang Yu’s reputation. But in this life, Xiang Yu was his, and no one was allowed to disparage him like this. The Imperial Lord had tried to suppress the backlash on Star Net, but it was as if someone was adding fuel to the fire. Han Xin wanted to know who had such audacity, but right now, he needed to clear Xiang Yu’s name.

"Zeus," he called out, and the AI assistant lit up, showing up on the floating screen. "Spread the surveillance of the dinner and make sure to clear Xiang Yu’s name," Han Xin instructed.

Zeus, efficient and effective as always, responded, "Yes, sir," before it began to work tirelessly.

Han Xin’s communicator on his wrist buzzed, and he checked his messages. Seeing it was from Xiang Yu, he quickly tapped on the floating screen, thinking Xiang Yu might be in trouble. Instead, Xiang Yu had sent an image that caused his breath to hitch in his throat.

There lay Xiang Yu, shirtless and reclining on a bed, his chiselled torso bare except for a pair of skimpy boxer briefs. The fabric clung to his powerful thighs, leaving little to the imagination.

His eyes sparkled with unspoken seduction, and his lips curved in a knowing smile. The image was undoubtedly meant to entice, and Han Xin felt his blood boil with desire, his earlier resolve already crumbling.

Xiang Yu also sent a message saying, "I will be waiting for you when you are done."

Han Xin’s pulse quickened as he stared at the picture, his thumb hovering over the respond button. What could he possibly say?

That he had just touched himself in a scorching shower, fantasizing about Xiang Yu? That he was hopelessly addicted to this man and craved him with every fibre of his being? Instead of replying he decided to go there.

He stood up instantly, ready to rush to Xiang Yu’s room, but he stopped himself. He removed Han Zhan from the blacklist and messaged him, "He asked me to take a shower with him, aren’t we moving too fast?"

Han Xin didn’t wait for Han Zhan to reply, knowing that Han Zhan wouldn’t respond until the next morning. After all, Han Zhan was enjoying a night with his husband and had no time to reply to his cousin.

Han Xin walked out of the bedroom and crossed the hall, his heart pounding with anticipation. He hesitated for a moment before opening the door to Xiang Yu’s bed chambers. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon outside. Xiang Yu was already asleep, cuddling a body pillow in his arms. He looked so peaceful, so tired, that Han Xin couldn’t help but smile.

Han Xin gently pulled the body pillow away, wishing he could incinerate it. He tossed it onto a chair, and Xiang Yu stirred restlessly. Han Xin lifted the quilt and climbed into bed beside him. Instinctively, Xiang Yu wrapped his arms around Han Xin and snuggled into his neck, taking in his scent. Han Xin ran his fingers through Xiang Yu’s hair, removing the stray strands from his forehead.

"What took you so long?" Xiang Yu mumbled in his sleep.

"I was taking care of something," Han Xin replied softly.

AN: Yes something *wink * wink

Xiang Yu’s leg draped over Han Xin’s, and he murmured, "Go to sleep."

Without thinking, Han Xin lowered his head and kissed Xiang Yu’s forehead. He wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu but didn’t close his eyes. For a moment, he just stared at Xiang Yu, as though trying to engrave every inch of his face in his heart, afraid he would disappear at any moment.

Soon, Han Xin fell asleep, feeling more relaxed than he ever had. It was the best sleep he had ever experienced, wrapped in the warmth and comfort of Xiang Yu’s embrace.