Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

Xiang Yu barely had time to process what was happening before his body reacted, his knees buckling as Han Xin's powerful hands flipped him over with ease. The sudden shift left Xiang Yu dazed, his chest pressed against the bed, his ass raised in the air as Han Xin positioned himself behind him.

Han Xin's hands gripped Xiang Yu's hips hard enough to leave marks, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled him closer. Without warning, he thrust forward, his cock ramming into Xiang Yu with a force that made them both gasp.

The slick slide of their bodies was loud and enticing punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin. Han Xin wasted no time, his movements urgent and relentless, fucking into Xiang Yu with a rhythm that was almost feral.

Xiang Yu groaned, his body trembling as Han Xin's thrusts grew harder, each one driving deeper than the last. He could feel the heat building inside him, his own cock dripping with precum as it hung heavy between his legs.

Han Xin's hands moved to Xiang Yu's arms, pulling them back and pinning them together, leaving Xiang Yu completely at his mercy. The position only made the sensation more intense, every thrust forcing Xiang Yu's body to arch, his chest pressing harder against the bed.

"Ah fuck," Xiang Yu gasped, his voice ragged as Han Xin's cock slammed into him again, hitting that spot inside him that made his vision blur. Han Xin didn't respond, his breathing harsh and uneven, his glowing eyes fixed on the man beneath him.

He released one of Xiang Yu's arms, his hand sliding up to wrap around his throat instead. The pressure was firm but not suffocating, just enough to make Xiang Yu's head tilt back, exposing the column of his neck.

Han Xin's other hand moved to Xiang Yu's mouth, his fingers pressing against his lips until they parted. Xiang Yu's tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the fingers as they slipped inside.

The taste of salt and musk filled his mouth, mingling with the sweet scent of plumeria. Han Xin groaned low in his throat, the sound more animal than human, and he fucked into Xiang Yu even harder, his movements growing more erratic.

The sensation of having his fingers licked seemed to drive him in wild, his thrusts becoming even more vigorous, more rough. Xiang Yu couldn't take it; his body flopped forward under the force, his face pressed into the ground as his ass remained high in the air.

Han Xin growled, his voice low and guttural. His arms wrapped around Xiang Yu's chest, pulling him up so their bodies were pressed tightly together. Han Xin's breath was hot against the back of Xiang Yu's shoulder, his teeth grazing the skin before biting down hard enough to draw a sharp cry from Xiang Yu's lips.

Han Xin's rhythm faltered then, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his release. His glowing eyes burned brighter, the light almost blinding as he let out a deep, guttural growl.

His cock pulsed inside Xiang Yu, shooting ropes of cum deep into him. The warmth spread quickly, filling him to the brim and making him feel like he was being consumed from the inside out.

Xiang Yu gasped, his own cock twitching as he felt Han Yin's cum twist and turn inside him, merging with something deeper than just his body. It was as though their souls were intertwining, the pleasure beyond anything physical.

Han Xin bit down harder on Xiang Yu's shoulder, the pain mingling with the overwhelming ecstasy coursing through him. Xiang Yu groaned, his body shaking as he felt himself teetering on the edge of release.

Xiang Yu mistakely thought Han Xin would take a break thus he took a deep breath the daze in his eyes dispersing. But the man who had been licking and sucking his shoulder blade stopped and Xiang Yu felt the world spin. Han Xin had flipped him over with a strength that was both exhilarating and infuriating.

Now, he found himself straddling Han Xin's lap, the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against his ass. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through his body, his own arousal growing with every passing second.

Han Xin's hands moved with a practiced ease, brushing aside the strands of hair that clung to Xiang Yu's sweat-slicked skin. His lips crashed against Xiang Yu's, the kiss deep and demanding. The taste of him was intoxicating, a blend of salt and something uniquely Han Xin that made Xiang Yu's head spin.

His fingers trailed down Xiang Yu's back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake before settling on his waist. The grip was firm, almost possessive, as if Han Xin was determined to leave his mark on every inch of him.

Han Xin grabbed his cock, the veins pulsing with need. He smacked Xiang Yu's ass with his hardness the lewd sound sharp and echoing around them.

Before Xiang Yu could react, Han Xin was pushing inside, the stretch and burn making him gasp. The slickness of their combined arousal made the slide easier, but it didn't dull the intensity.

"Ah... ugh... n-ngh," Xiang Yu swore, his nails digging into Han Xin's back as he adjusted to the intrusion. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had him trembling.

Han Xin's movements were unrelenting, each thrust pushing deeper, harder. The rhythm was erratic, driven by a need that neither of them could control. Xiang Yu's body responded instinctively, his muscles contracting around Han Xin's cock with each thrust.

Han Xin growled, the from his throat low and rough. His hands gripped Xiang Yu's hips, guiding his movements as he rode him.

Xiang Yu's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his own cock aching for release. The friction between their bodies was maddening, the heat building with every movement. He could feel Han Xin's heartbeat through their connected bodies, a steady thrum that matched his own.

"Harder," Xiang Yu demanded, his voice breaking on the word. He wanted... needed... more. The intensity of their connection was electric, a surge of energy that threatened to consume them both.

Han Xin obliged, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more urgent. PA PA PA sounds mingled with the slick slide of their bodies. Xiang Yu's moans filled the air, each one driving Han Xin to insanity.