Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)-Chapter 473: NSFW

Xiang Yu’s fingers dipped into the water, the foam clinging to his skin as he gently lifted Han Xin’s legs. Han Xin let out a soft gasp, his body tensing momentarily before relaxing into the touch.

Xiang Yu’s hands were warm, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths up Han Xin’s calves, over his knees, and up his thighs. The water rippled with each movement, the foam swirling around them like a private cloud.

Han Xin’s breath hitched as Xiang Yu’s fingers lingered at his crotch, the touch tentative yet purposeful. Xiang Yu cupped Han Xin’s balls gently, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin, sending shivers through Han Xin’s body.

Han Xin panted softly, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his breath, the water rippling around him as pleasure began to cloud his senses.

"Yu Yu," Han Xin murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Xiang Yu didn’t respond with words. Instead, he wrapped his hand around Han Xin’s hardening shaft, his grip firm yet gentle.

He began to stroke him slowly, the water moving with their movements, creating subtle waves that lapped at the edges of the tub. The sound of their breathing filled the room, punctuated by the soft sloshing of the water.

Leaning in, Xiang Yu pressed a soft kiss to Han Xin’s lips, his breath warm and inviting. "It needs cleaning," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "I will clean it well."

Han Xin nodded, his vision blurred with desire, his trust in Xiang Yu absolute. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him, the warmth of the water, the firmness of Xiang Yu’s touch, the promise of what was to come. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Xiang Yu trailed kisses along Han Xin’s jawline, down his neck, the water shifting with each movement. Han Xin’s hips began to thrust subtly into Xiang Yu’s hand, his body responding instinctively to the pleasure. Xiang Yu’s kisses were slow and deliberate, his lips lingering on every inch of skin they touched.

Overwhelmed, Han Xin reached out, his hand wrapping around Xiang Yu’s neck, pulling him closer. With a sudden movement, he dragged Xiang Yu into the bath, the water splashing over the sides and onto the floor. Xiang Yu let out a soft laugh, his body landing on top of Han Xin, the water enveloping them both.

Xiang Yu’s white t-shirt was now drenched, clinging to his chest and making it translucent. His nipples were clearly visible, hard and inviting beneath the wet fabric. Han Xin’s eyes locked onto them, his lips curving into a mischievous smile.

He leaned up, pressing a kiss to one of Xiang Yu’s nipples through the wet cloth. Xiang Yu shivered, his breath catching as Han Xin sucked gently, his lips leaving a mark. The bath, once calm, now churned with their passion, the foam clinging to their skin like a second layer.

Han Xin’s hands roamed Xiang Yu’s body, his fingers tracing the lines of his chest and the ridges of his abs. Xiang Yu’s head tilted back, his eyes closed as he surrendered to the sensations. Han Xin’s lips moved down, kissing along Xiang Yu’s collarbone and his shoulders, the water dripping from their bodies as they moved.

Xiang Yu’s hands found Han Xin’s hips, his fingers digging into the skin as he began to grind against him. The water sloshed around them, the foam swirling in patterns that mirrored the rhythm of their movements. Han Xin’s breath quickened, his body arching into Xiang Yu’s touch, the pleasure building in his core.

Xiang Yu’s fingers worked in tandem, his hand gripping Han Xin’s throbbing cock. His free hand rested on the edge of the bathtub, his knuckles straining against the porcelain until they turned white, a stark contrast to the softness of his muffled "mm" sounds. His body quivered with each movement, his muscles tensing and relaxing as if he were the one being touched.

Han Xin leaned back against the tub, his head tilted slightly, eyes half-closed in pleasure. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

Water clung to his skin, making his muscles glisten under the dim light of the bathroom. His hips jerked uncontrollably, his body responding to Xiang Yu’s skilled touch. "Fuck, Yu Yu... don’t stop," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.

Xiang Yu smirked, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s shoulder as he leaned in closer. "You like that, don’t you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

His fingers tightened around Han Xin’s cock, his thumb rubbing slow circles around the sensitive head. Han Xin’s hips convulsed, his body arching slightly as he fought the urge to thrust into Xiang Yu’s grip.

"Tease," Han Xin muttered, his fingers digging into Xiang Yu’s hand, holding him in place. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Watching me squirm?"

Xiang Yu chuckled, the sound vibrating against Han Xin’s skin. "Maybe," he admitted, his free hand sliding down to cup Han Xin’s balls, rolling them gently in his palm. "But I am not the only one enjoying it."

Han Xin’s breath hitched, his body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in his core. "Fuck, Yu Yu... I am close," he warned, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Not yet," Xiang Yu said, his tone firm but playful. He slowed his strokes, easing the pressure, his thumb brushing lightly over the tip of Han Xin’s cock. "Not until I say so."

Han Xin groaned in frustration, his hips twitching as he fought against the denial. "Baby you are so cruel," he panted, his fingers tightening in Xiang Yu’s hair, pulling him closer.

Xiang Yu grinned, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s jawline. "This is your punishment," he whispered, his fingers resuming their rhythm, slower now, deliberate. "You have to listen to me."

The water around them churned as Han Xin’s body moved in sync with Xiang Yu’s touch. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he teetered on the edge of release.

Xiang Yu’s other hand slid up Han Xin’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, his touch light and teasing. "Feel that?" Xiang Yu murmured, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s ear. "That’s what I want... That tension, that need."

Han Xin’s eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back against the tub. "Mm fuck," he muttered under his breath his cock twitching in Xiang Yu’s grip as he begged for release.

Xiang Yu chuckled, his fingers speeding up, his thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive spot just below the head of Han Xin’s cock. "Say it," he demanded, his voice firm. "Say you want it."

Han Xin’s breath caught, his body arching as pleasure surged through him. "I want it," he gasped, his voice hoarse. "Yu Yu, let me come."

Xiang Yu wrapped his hand on both their members and began to stroke them rubbing them against each other. He smirked, his fingers tightening, his strokes faster now, relentless. "Do you like that, Xin-ge," he whispered, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s neck.