CHAPTER 653: NSFW

His hand slid down Han Xin’s chest, his stomach, and finally wrapped around the hard, leaking length of his cock. Han Xin’s back arched off the silk fabric, a broken cry tearing from his throat. Yu Yu...

"Yu Yu..." Han Xin’s voice was a broken thing.

"Tell me what you want," Xiang Yu whispered against his skin, his breath hot. "Tell me exactly, Xin-ge. I want to hear you say it."

"I want you to fuck me," Han Xin moaned, his head tossing back on the pillow. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you lose control."

The words sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight through Xiang Yu. He kissed his way down Han Xin’s collarbone, biting gently at the sharp bone before soothing it with his tongue. His hands were everywhere, mapping the familiar terrain of his husband’s body as if for the first time.

He palmed Han Xin’s pectorals, thumbs brushing over his nipples until they pebbled into tight, sensitive buds. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard.

Han Xin cried out, his fingers tangling in Xiang Yu’s long hair, not pushing, just holding on, anchoring himself against the storm of sensation. "Fuck, yes... just like that. Your mouth feels so fucking good."

Xiang Yu moved to the other nipple, giving it the same devoted attention, biting and licking until Han Xin was writhing beneath him, his cock a hard, leaking line against his stomach. His muscles trembled, his chest rising and falling in ragged, uncontrolled movements. Every flick of that wicked tongue, every gentle scrape of teeth, sent another shockwave through his system.

Xiang Yu was meticulous, attentive in his devastation. He kissed a burning trail down the center of Han Xin’s torso, his lips and tongue charting a course over every dip and plane of his abs. He worshipped the hard, quivering stomach, dipping his tongue into the navel, making Han Xin jolt and gasp.

The scrape of Xiang Yu’s stubble was a delicious friction against his oversensitive skin, a constant reminder of the raw, masculine power of the man unraveling him.

Han Xin could only lie there, consumed, his head thrown back, his world narrowed to the feeling of that mouth on his skin. Fuck, it was good. It was too much and not enough all at once. Xiang Yu’s own arousal was a painful, urgent throb, and he ground his hips down against Han Xin’s thigh, seeking friction, a preview of the tight, hot heat he was about to claim.

He slid further down the bed, his hair trailing over Han Xin’s stomach, a sensuous tickle that made the man shiver. He nuzzled the base of Han Xin’s cock, breathing in his enticing scent. He looked up, meeting Han Xin’s dark, lust-blown eyes.

"Shhh, I know," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that went straight to Han Xin’s core. "I know what you need," His grip was firm, his strokes agonizingly slow, a maddening friction that had Han Xin thrusting up into his fist. "You are so hard for me, Xin-ge... So fucking eager." Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and Xiang Yu smeared it with his thumb, making the slide even wetter, even more intense.

Xiang Yu didn’t make him wait. He took the head of Han Xin’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the crown, collecting the salty pre-cum that beaded there. He reveled in the taste, in the way Han Xin’s whole body tensed, a strangled gasp ripped from his throat.

"Oh, god... Yu Yu..."

Xiang Yu sank down, taking him deeper, his lips stretching around the girth. He set a relentless pace, bobbing his head, using his tongue to press against the sensitive vein on the underside. One of his hands cupped Han Xin’s balls, rolling them gently.

He didn’t stop his ministrations, the obscene, wet sounds of his sucking filling the air. His free hand stroking a possessive path down Han Xin’s side, calming the tremors he himself had caused.

Xiang Yu’s hand slipped to his interspatial bag he had discarded by the bedside earlier. He retrieved a small porcelain bottle. The click of the cap breaking the seal was obscenely loud. His body could take anything but Han Xin’s in his current state couldn’t thus he had to be extra attentive.

The clear gel inside caught the light as it coated his fingers with the slick, peach-scented nectar, the glossy liquid making his digits shine. He kissed his way lower, down the trail towards Han Xin’s aching hardness, but he bypassed it, his focus singular.

His slick fingers slid down, lower, to that secret, untouched place between Han Xin’s ass cheeks. Han Xin tensed for a fraction of a second, a natural, instinctive reaction to the new, unknown sensation.

Xiang Yu’s thumb circled the tight ring of muscle, the pressure gentle but insistent. Han Xin trembled, a full-body shiver that he couldn’t suppress.

"Does it hurt?" Xiang Yu’s voice was a whisper against his inner thigh, his breath a hot brand.

Han Xin managed a breathless smile, his tone laced with a shaky chuckle. "Baby, your husband is not that fragile."

The smile Xiang Yu gave him then was pure seduction, a dark, promising thing. His other hand caressed back up Han Xin’s body, mapping the terrain of his abs, his chest, before finding a hardened nipple and giving it a sharp, beautiful pinch. Han Xin groaned, the sound rich with amusement and overwhelming need.

Xiang Yu didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but he was a quick study. His eyes were locked on Han Xin’s face, watching every micro-expression, every flicker of feeling. He pressed the tip of one slick finger against the resistant muscle.

It was an invasion, a claiming. Han Xin’s back bowed, a sharp, electric ache of stretching and fullness spearing through him.

And then Xiang Yu saw it; a dilation of pupils, a parting of lips on a silent sigh, the tense lines of Han Xin’s face melting into pure, unfiltered pleasure. Xiang Yu’s lips curved into a triumphant, wicked smirk. He had found it.

He slid his finger in to the knuckle, the lubricant making the passage impossibly smooth. Han Xin’s breath left him in a rush. "Fuck..."

Xiang Yu began to move, a slow, in-and-out glide that was maddening. He added a second finger, the stretch sharper, more intense, the burn quickly morphing into a deep, radiating pleasure as his fingers scissored gently, opening him up. The slick, wet sounds of the movement filled the air, lewd and perfect.