"All that for me?" Xiang Yu murmured.
"It’s all for you," Han Xin panted. "It’s always for you Yu Yu." Xiang Yu’s tongue darted out, a pink, wicked point that lapped at the very tip of his cock. It was a feather-light touch, a maddening tease that had Han Xin seeing stars. He groaned, a raw, guttural sound torn from deep in his chest.
Xiang Yu urged him forward with a gentle pull on his hips, and Han Xin obeyed, thrusting shallowly into the wet, incredible heat of that mouth. "Fuck!" The sight of those light red lips stretching around his girth was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could feel every millimeter of that slick, tight canal, the soft press of Xiang Yu’s tongue against his frenulum, the gentle scrape of teeth that made him shudder.
His own hands abandoned the sheets, finding purchase on Xiang Yu’s chest. He palmed the firm muscle, his thumbs finding those pert nipples and mimicking the same rough pinches Xiang Yu had been giving himself. A muffled moan vibrated around his cock, and the sensation was so intense Han Xin’s knees almost buckled.
He began to move, setting a rhythm that was all his own. Shallow thrusts that made Xiang Yu’s lips seal tight around him, then deeper, experimental pushes that made the other man’s throat open for him.
He watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared, as the outline of it bulged against the column of Xiang Yu’s throat. God, he could see it. He could see his own fucking dick buried in the man’s neck.
"Ahh...Yu Yu... Look at that," Han Xin moaned, his voice pitching higher, losing all control. He brushed his fingertips over the straining skin of Xiang Yu’s throat, feeling the hard ridge of himself moving underneath. "Look what you are taking for me. You’re so fucking good at this. Your throat is so hot, so tight."
He alternated his pace, fucking into that perfect mouth with a building, urgent frenzy. One thrust shallow, just teasing them both, the next so deep he felt the head of his cock nudge the very back of Xiang Yu’s throat. The obscene, wet sounds of it filled the room, a symphony of their coupling. Xiang Yu’s hands gripped his thighs, not pushing him away, but holding him there, anchoring him as he took everything Han Xin gave him.
Han Xin could feel the pressure coiling, a white-hot knot tightening at the base of his spine. His balls drew up tight and heavy, and his thrusts became erratic, desperate. He was so close, so fucking close to pouring himself down that beautiful throat.
"I’m gonna... fuck, Yu Yu, I’m gonna cum," he warned, trying to pull back to give him a choice, to be decent.
But Xiang Yu’s hands gripped him harder, his fingers digging into the muscles of Han Xin’s ass, pulling him forward, forcing him deeper. The message was clear. Don’t you dare stop. Give it to me.
The permission, the demand, shattered the last of Han Xin’s control. With a broken cry, he slammed home one last time, his body locking up as his orgasm ripped through him. "Yu Yu!" he cried out, the name a soft, reverent prayer against the violent intensity of his climax.
He pulsed, jet after hot jet of his release shooting straight down Xiang Yu’s throat. He felt the convulsive swallows around him, milking him for every last drop, and the sensation prolonged his pleasure into near-painful ecstasy.
When he was spent, completely hollowed out, he finally pulled out, his cock slick and spent. He swayed on his knees, looking down at the man beneath him. Xiang Yu’s lips were glistening, a stray trickle of white escaping the corner of his mouth.
Han Xin leaned down the jade pendant dangling on his neck, his body trembling with the aftershocks, and captured those cum-stained lips in a deep, possessive kiss. The angle was upside down, messy and imperfect, and it was the sexiest thing he had ever experienced.
He could taste himself on Xiang Yu’s tongue, a musky, intimate flavor that made him want to do it all over again. His fingertips gently caressed Xiang Yu’s jaw, his chin, smearing the evidence of his possession. He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "You are fucking insatiable," whispered Xiang Yu with a chuckle.
The wind howled like a forgotten hymn, echoing through the jagged obsidian spine of the northern peak. A lone figure ascended the final steps, each one carved with ancient glyphs that shimmered faintly beneath the blood-colored sky. Above, the Hall of Crimson Resonance loomed, not monstrous, but solemn. Its black stone walls gleamed like wet ink, absorbing the crimson light that bled across the heavens.
Red banners flared in the wind, their fabric whispering secrets, each one marked with the sigil of the northern demon realm. The air was thick with Qi, pulsing and alive, brushing against the man’s skin like breath from an unseen mouth.
Beneath the polished floor, ancient formations glowed in quiet response, stirred by the presence of spirit. At the center stood the Eye of the Realm, a raised dais etched with runes that shimmered with restrained power.
Xiang Yu sat at its heart, legs folded in lotus position, his long hair cascading over his shoulders like ink spilled across silk. His eyes were closed, but the moment Han Xin stepped into the hall, he felt it... familiar, undeniable. Xiang Yu opened his eyes and their gazes met.
Han Xin stood with his arms crossed, a smile tugging at his lips. Xiang Yu returned it, serene and knowing. "Awake," he said.
Han Xin unfolded his arms and walked forward, each step slow, deliberate, echoing through the sacred hall like a vow. The runes beneath his feet flickered in recognition.The wind outside quieted, as if the hall itself was holding its breath.
"Imagine my surprise," Han Xin said his voice low and husky, " waking up and finding my husband gone."
Xiang Yu looked up from the glowing runes beneath him, a seductive smile curling his lips. "You seemed deep in sleep. I didn’t want to disturb you... especially after last night."
Han Xin rubbed the tip of his nose shyly, his cheeks warming. After last night, he’d come to a startling realization. His husband was what others might call a freak. A very talented, very insatiable freak. Not that he was complaining.
He walked slowly around the array, eyes scanning the intricate formation etched into the obsidian floor. His steps paused, and he crouched down beside a pulsing rune. "Are you getting used to using your divine powers?"
Xiang Yu exhaled. "It’s hard not to fall back into old habits. But I am managing." He couldn’t use his demon core unless absolutely necessary, so he relied on the other half of his lineage, an adjustment that came with its own burdens.
Han Xin looked at him, eyes soft with affection. "Don’t push yourself too hard, baby."
"I know," Xiang Yu replied.
Xiang Yu chuckled. "Otherwise my husband will punish me." This content belongs to novel⦿fire.net
Han Xin smirked. "At this point, I am not sure if it’s a punishment or a reward."
Xiang Yu bit his lower lip, eyes gleaming. "Aren’t you going to help the girls choose baby clothes?"
Han Xin visibly shuddered, recalling how the twins had dragged him through every market stall since they learned they were getting a sibling.
Seeing his reaction, Xiang Yu laughed, leaning back with his palms pressed to the ground, the sound echoing through the solemn hall like sunlight breaking through clouds.