Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT)

Han Xin's hands moved with deliberate purpose, sliding up Xiang Yu's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. The heat of his touch was electric, sending jolts through Xiang Yu's body as he arched into it.

His gaze never wavered, locked on Xiang Yu's face, his lips parted, his chest heaving. The sight of him like this, his neck and chest littered with hickeys, his nipples hard enough to cut glass, his cock stiff and leaking precum, was enough to make drive Han Xin into madness.

Xiang Yu rocked down harder, his movements desperate, chasing the friction that made his entire body sing. Han Xin's hands trailed up, brushing over Xiang Yu's abs, his ribs, before finally wrapping around his cock. The gasp that escaped Xiang Yu's lips was sharp, almost pained, as Han Xin's fingers tightened around him, stroking in slow, maddening circles. Every nerve in Xiang Yu's body felt like it was on fire, his skin so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent him spiraling.

"Ngh ngh don't stop," Xiang Yu begged, his voice breaking as he leaned forward, his hands sliding into Han Xin's hair. "Touch me ah ah ah... ah."

Han Xin's response was to pinch one of Xiang Yu's nipples, hard enough to make him cry out but not enough to hurt.

The sound that escaped Xiang Yu's throat was guttural, a mix of pleasure and frustration that only heightened the tension between them. He grabbed Han Xin's hand, pulling it up to his mouth, and sucked two of his fingers deep, coating them with saliva. The sight of Xiang Yu's lips wrapped around his fingers, his tongue swirling around them, sent a surge of heat straight to Han Xin's core.

When Han Xin pulled his fingers free, they glistened, and he didn't waste a second before trailing them down Xiang Yu's neck, over his collarbone, until his hand wrapped around Xiang Yu's throat.

The squeeze was gentle but firm, just enough to make Xiang Yu's breath stutter. He tilted his head back further, baring his throat completely, a silent invitation that spoke volumes.

Han Xin's fingers pressed against the pulse point beneath his skin, feeling the rapid thrum of Xiang Yu's heartbeat. It was thrilling, intoxicating, and it took every ounce of restraint Han Xin had to keep from tightening his grip further.

Xiang Yu's back arched as he continued to move, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through his body, the pleasure building in his abdomen until it felt like he might explode. Han Xin's touch was everywhere, burning him from the inside out, and he couldn't get enough.

"Fuck, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu groaned, his voice cracking as he reached for release. "I'm so close. Don't stop. Ngh, don't... don't stop."

Han Xin's eyes flickered, the glow in them intensifying as he watched Xiang Yu fall apart above him.

His hands moved down, gripping Xiang Yu's hips hard enough to bruise, guiding him, urging him to go faster, harder. The sound of their skin slapping together mingled with Xiang Yu's cries until it was all Han Xin could hear. Every other noise became white noise and all he could hear was his lover.

Xiang Yu's nails dug into Han Xin's chest, leaving crescent-shaped marks as he rode him with reckless abandon. His cock bounced with every movement, precum slicking the shaft as Han Xin's thumb brushed over the tip, spreading the wetness down. The sensation was almost too much, and Xiang Yu's legs shook as he teetered on the edge.

And just like that, Xiang Yu shattered. His body convulsed, his cock pulsing as he came hard, streaks of white painting Han Xin's chest. His cries were loud, unrestrained, echoing in the spiritual realm as he rode out the wave of pleasure that crashed over him. Han Xin's hands tightened on his ass, holding him steady as he worked him through it, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.

Xiang Yu only managed to take a breath before Han Xin changed positions pressing him on the bed. He finally felt the full brunt of entangling in bed with a divine immortal.

Han Xin's movements were deliberate, almost mechanical, as if guided by a force beyond his control. His grip on Xiang Yu's waist was ironclad, pulling him closer, their bodies pressed together so tightly that every breath felt shared.

Xiang Yu's back arched involuntarily as Han Xin's cock thrust deep into him, the stretch bordering on unbearable, yet laced with a pleasure so intense it blurred the edges of pain.

Han Xin's rhythm was relentless, each stroke driving deeper, harder, as if he were carving his mark into Xiang Yu's very core. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of heat and pressure that left Xiang Yu gasping, his hands clawing at the sheets beneath them.

"Xin-ge—!" Xiang Yu's voice broke, a ragged plea that dissolved into a moan as Han Xin's hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation was almost too much, a dizzying mix of euphoria and desperation that left Xiang Yu trembling.

Han Xin's breath was hot against his neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there before he growled low in his chest, a sound that vibrated through Xiang Yu's body like a shockwave.

His grip tightened, his fingers digging into Xiang Yu's hips as he pulled him back onto his cock with a force that left Xiang Yu seeing stars. Each thrust was a jolt of pure sensation, a collision of flesh and need that left Xiang Yu's thoughts scattered. He feared he might not be able to walk after this, that is if he wasn't torn in half by that mighty sword.

He could feel Han Xin's cock pulsing inside him, thick and unyielding, filling him completely. The stretch was exquisite, a delicious agony that had Xiang Yu's toes curling, his thighs shaking uncontrollably.

'Yu Yu,' Han Xin's voice in Xiang Yu's mind was rough, almost guttural, his words slurred as if drunk on the sensations coursing through him. His eyes were still glowing, that eerie light casting shadows across his face as he stared down at Xiang Yu with an intensity that made his stomach clench.

"Yu Yu... you feel so good, taking me like this." His words were punctuated by another hard thrust, his cock driving deeper, hitting a spot that had Xiang Yu crying out, his voice cracking under the weight of the pleasure.

It felt good, so fucking good that he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. His voice climbed higher, his moans turning into screams as Han Xin's pace only intensified.