CHAPTER 647: NSFW, HEHEHE

Han Xin’s patience, a well known fact in the divine realm, was utterly incinerated by the sight of Xiang Yu straddling his lap, water sloshing gently against the carved sides. His need for this man was a physical pressure, an intense ache in his gut and a hard, insistent throb against the fabric of Xiang Yu’s pants.

He circled the entrance slowly, feeling the muscle flutter against his touch. Xiang Yu gasped, a sharp intake of breath that ended on a moan, his entire body trembling like a plucked bowstring.

"Xin-ge..." Xiang Yu breathed, the title a plea.

Han Xin didn’t make him wait. He pressed the pad of his middle finger against the tight ring of muscle, the water providing a slick, welcoming heat. With a low groan that vibrated directly into Xiang Yu’s ear, he pushed his finger inside, just to the first knuckle. The clench around him was exquisite, a velvet fist. Xiang Yu’s hands flew to the edges of the tub, his knuckles turning white as he held on.

"Tell me if it hurts," Han Xin whispered, his voice rough, his lips brushing the shell of Xiang Yu’s ear.

Xiang Yu just hummed in agreement, his head falling back onto Han Xin’s shoulder. He turned his face, seeking Han Xin’s mouth, and crushed their lips together in an intense passionate kiss. Xiang Yu sucked on Han Xin’s lower lip, his tongue delving into his mouth with a desperate, hungry friction that made Han Xin see stars.

Han Xin kissed him back just as fiercely, his free hand coming up to wrap around the back of Xiang Yu’s neck, holding him in place. He worked his finger deeper, in and out in a slow, maddening rhythm, feeling the tight channel gradually yield to him. The water lapped at their chests with every movement.

With a wet, sloshing sound, Han Xin used his other hand to yank Xiang Yu’s pants down his thick thighs, the fabric clinging stubbornly before giving way. The sight of him, bared and open, made Han Xin’s cock jump. He didn’t wait. He added a second finger, the stretch now more pronounced, the water easing the way. Xiang Yu’s body shuddered, a full-body convulsion of pure pleasure. As a half-demon, his tolerance was high, the slight burn nothing compared to the overwhelming sensation of being filled, of being played with by the one man who truly knew his body.

"Fuck, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu panted against his mouth, breaking the kiss. "I want you."

Those three words, whispered in that wrecked, wanting voice, slammed into Han Xin like a physical blow. He stiffened, every muscle in his body coiling with a fresh, incredible wave of desire. He captured Xiang Yu’s lips again, the kiss turning brutal, all teeth and tongue and shared, ragged breaths.

He withdrew his fingers, and Xiang Yu whimpered at the loss. Han Xin’s hand slid between his own legs and stroked his cock. He was so fucking hard it was a steady, painful throb.

He positioned himself at Xiang Yu’s entrance, that beautiful, wet hole that was still fluttering from the stretch of his fingers. He pressed the broad head of his cock against him, the pressure immense.

Xiang Yu bit his lip, a low, guttural swear tearing from his throat. "Fuck..." The curse was ripped from him as Han Xin pushed forward, the thick crown of his cock stretching him open, breaching him in one slow, relentless inch.

Han Xin groaned, the sound torn from deep within his chest. The tightness... it was fucking incredible, a scorching, perfect squeeze that threatened to unravel him instantly. "Ah... So good," he rasped, his hands gripping Xiang Yu’s hips. "You feel so fucking good, Yu Yu... Relax for me, baby," he murmured, his hot breath ghosting over Xiang Yu’s damp neck.

Xiang Yu took a shuddering breath, forcing his tense muscles to go pliant. "Like this?" he asked, his voice shaky.

Han Xin smiled against his skin before kissing his shoulder. "Just like that." He pushed in another inch, then another, until he was fully sheathed, buried to the hilt inside that incredible heat. He held still for a moment, both of them panting, feeling the water cradle their joined bodies. Han Xin’s hands smoothed over Xiang Yu’s back, feeling the muscles shift under the wet, transparent silk of his inner shirt clinging to his skin.

But Xiang Yu was impatient. The initial shock melted into a desperate, clawing need. He began to writhe, a slow, undulating roll of his hips that made Han Xin’s eyes roll back in his head. Then he moved his thighs, bracing himself, and began to ride.

He rose up, almost letting Han Xin’s cock slip out before slamming back down, taking every inch in one smooth, devastating stroke. A broken moan escaped Han Xin’s lips. "Ah ah yes... fuck, just like that. Don’t stop."

Xiang Yu obeyed, setting a punishing rhythm, his powerful thighs working as he bounced in Han Xin’s lap. The wooden tub became an instrument, the water sloshing and splashing over the sides onto the stone floor, a steady percussion to their symphony of grunts and moans. The sound of their wet, open-mouthed kisses echoed in the steamy air.

Han Xin’s control shattered. He met every downward thrust with an upward surge of his own hips, driving himself deeper, faster. One hand anchored itself on Xiang Yu’s hip, guiding his movements, while the other fisted in the soaked silk at the small of his back. "You take me so well," he grunted, his voice gravelly with lust. "Your greedy fucking hole is milking my cock, Yu Yu.... You want it all, don’t you?"

"Yes.... god, yes, Xin-ge! Don’t stop... fuck me harder!" Xiang Yu cried out, his head thrown back, his body a perfect arc of pleasure. His inner walls clenched rhythmically around Han Xin’s length, pulling him deeper with every stroke.

The room was filled with them. The slick, wet sound of their bodies joining, the slap of skin on skin, the chaotic splash of water, their ragged, desperate breaths mingling into one. Han Xin could feel the coiling tension in his gut, the inevitable peak rushing toward him. He reached between them, his fingers finding Xiang Yu’s hard, leaking cock, stroking him in time with their frantic pace.

"I am gonna come inside you," Han Xin groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, harder, deeper. "I am gonna fill that perfect fucking ass until it’s dripping with me."