NOVEL WEB Chapter 607: NSFW
Every movement was deliberate, every sound filthier than the last. Xiang Yu could feel himself unraveling, the heat coiling tight in his gut as Han Xin swallowed him down again and again. "Oh fuck, ah ah ah … husband I am so close…"
"You fucking—" Xiang Yu's words dissolved into incoherent groans as he thrust up into Han Xin's mouth, losing himself in the rhythm. His entire body trembled, muscles taut as a bowstring, teetering on the edge of release. "I am ah shit— Fuck, Xin-ge—"
With a final, desperate thrust, Xiang Yu came hard, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself down Han Xin's throat. Han Xin swallowed greedily, his lips still wrapped tightly around him, milking every last drop until Xiang Yu was shaking and spent.
When Xiang Yu finally pulled out, a thin trail of cum stained Han Xin's lips and cheeks, glistening in the light. Han Xin looked up at him, his eyes still glowing with that ethereal intensity, and slowly dragged his fingers across his face, collecting the sticky warmth. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, savoring the taste with a look that was half worship, half challenge.
Xiang Yu groaned again, his cock twitching as he watched Han Xin lick his own cum off his fingers. "You are fucking vixen, I swear," he muttered, his voice rough with need and adoration. He leaned down, capturing Han Xin's lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues tangling as the taste of Xiang Yu's release passed between them.
Han Xin's hands moved to Xiang Yu's chest, pushing him back onto the bed as he climbed over him, their mouths still fused together. His skin burned where it touched Xiang Yu's, every nerve in his body alive with the need for more. Xiang Yu's hands roamed over Han Xin's back, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together in a searing line of heat.
He moved with a predatory grace, his body radiating a heat so intense it made the air around them shimmer. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. His aura said everything—commanding, possessive, overwhelming.
Han Xin closed the distance between them in one fluid motion, his hands gripping Xiang Yu's shoulders with a firmness that bordered on painful. Their lips crashed together again in a kiss that felt less like a meeting of mouths and more like a collision of souls.
Xiang Yu tried to pull back overwhelmed by the intensity. It was as though Han Xin was going to devour his soul and merge them into one. But Han Xin's hold was unyielding, his tongue slipping past Xiang Yu's lips in a deep, desperate exploration that left him breathless. The kiss was everything—wet, hot, demanding. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a claim on his very being.
When Han Xin finally broke away, Xiang Yu gasped for air, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But there was no respite. Han Xin's lips were already on his neck, sucking and biting with an intensity that made Xiang Yu weak.
The sharp sting of teeth gave way to the wet heat of Han Xin's tongue, swirling over the tender skin as he left a trail of dark marks that would linger long after this moment. Each mark felt like a brand, a reminder of who owned him right now.
"Husband—" Xiang Yu's voice cracked, barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. But Han Xin didn't respond. His silence was maddening, his focus absolute. His hands slid down Xiang Yu's chest, fingers splaying over the sheer fabric of the sexy top.
Han Xin's touch burned through it like fire. He found one of Xiang Yu's nipples and pinched it hard, twisting it between his fingers until Xiang Yu cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
The sound enticed him further. He leaned in, his breath hot against Xiang Yu's skin as he bit down on the fabric covering his nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive nub beneath, and then his tongue was there—swirling, teasing, fucking driving Xiang Yu insane.
The wetness of his saliva soaked through the sheer material, making it cling to his skin in a way that almost hurt. And when Han Xin finally sucked on it through the fabric, hard, Xiang Yu's back arched off the surface beneath him.
Fuck—" Xiang Yu moaned, his fingers tangling in Han Xin's hair as if to pull him closer or push him away, he wasn't sure. Han Xin didn't stop. He twisted the other nipple in his fingers while his mouth continued its merciless assault, alternating between biting and sucking until Xiang Yu was trembling beneath him.
But Han Xin wasn't done. Not even close. He rocked his hips forward, grinding the unmistakable hard line of his cock against Xiang Yu's crotch. The friction was electric, sending jolts of pleasure shooting up Xiang Yu's spine.
He could feel himself growing wetter, his hole slick and ready. It was like there was fountain back there staining the string of the panties and the bed sheet below. This could only be Han Xin's doing. In his spirtiual realm, Han Xin could even give him a boob job if he wanted to.
After teasing to his heart's content, Han Xin explored further south. One hand left Xiang Yu's chest to slide lower. He didn't bother with finesse. His fingers plunged between Xiang Yu's legs, brushing against the soaked fabric there. The contact made Xiang Yu jerk, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Han Xin didn't hesitate. He pushed the fabric aside and fucked two fingers into Xiang Yu in one smooth motion.
The stretch was immediate, perfect, and Xiang Yu's hips bucked involuntarily. His body clenched around Han Xin's fingers, greedily pulling them deeper. Han Xin leaned in, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu's ear his hot breath grazing his skin red.
Han Xin's fingers worked him open with ruthless precision, curling just right to make Xiang Yu see stars. When he added a third finger, the stretch was almost too much but it was also exactly what Xiang Yu wanted.