CHAPTER 586: NSFW: HAVING SOME DESSERT

"I will order dessert in the room," Xiang Yu declared, a playful glint in his eyes as he turned to Han Xin. The look he gave was undeniably seductive, sending a wave of warmth coursing through Han Xin. His face felt almost too hot to bear, heat gathering in his cheeks.

Xiang Yu leaned a little closer, his voice low and teasing. "You will order it for me, Xin-ge."

Han Xin swallowed hard, his throat tightening. "Sure. What would you like?"

"Surprise me," Xiang Yu replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

With that, the four of them made their way to the hotel, the tallest building in the city standing like a sentinel against the dark sky. Its sleek, modern design mirrored the other buildings but stood out for its height.

Lian and Mei were buzzing with excitement, wanting to play a bit longer. But exhaustion had settled in; they could barely keep their heads straight.

"Come on, you two. It’s time for bed," Xiang Yu urged gently, and with a reluctant nod, they succumbed to his suggestion.

Once they were gone, Xiang Yu closed the door with a soft click, the sound barely audible over the hum of the hotel room’s air conditioning. Han Xin stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the room, flipping through the hotel menu intently like he was completing an important task.

The city lights outside cast a soft glow on his silhouette, but Xiang Yu’s attention was elsewhere. With each step he took toward his husband, he peeled off another piece of clothing, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

First, the suit jacket slid from his shoulders, landing gracefully on the couch. Han Xin’s voice broke the silence, casual and unaware. "There aren’t a lot of options here. How about I order all the desserts for you to try?" He didn’t turn around, still engrossed in the menu.

Xiang Yu didn’t reply. Instead, he unbuttoned his waistcoat, one button at a time. His fingers moved with practiced ease, and the waistcoat soon joined the jacket on the couch. Han Xin frowned slightly, sensing something was off. He turned, and his breath caught in his throat.

Xiang Yu was right behind him, his presence overwhelming. His top three buttons of his shirt had been unbuttoned, the fabric parted to reveal the smooth expanse of his chest with lingering traces left the last time they were entangled in the tent.

Before Han Xin could react, Xiang Yu slammed his hand against the window, caging him in. The glass was cool against Han Xin’s back, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Xiang Yu’s body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Han Xin’s ear as he whispered, "No need... I already have what I want."

Han Xin’s heart raced, the words sending a shiver down his spine. Xiang Yu’s voice was low, seductive, and it ignited something primal within him. Before he could respond, Xiang Yu’s lips were on his, the kiss fleeting but electric. It was a promise, a demand, and Han Xin couldn’t resist.

"Give it to me, husband," Xiang Yu murmured against his lips, his voice dripping with desire.

Han Xin didn’t need to be told twice. He kissed Xiang Yu fiercely, his hands roaming over his husband’s body with a hunger that couldn’t be contained. His fingers gripped the fabric of Xiang Yu’s shirt, tearing it open in one swift motion. Buttons scattered across the floor with a sharp clatter, but neither man cared. Their focus was solely on each other.

Han Xin’s mouth found Xiang Yu’s neck, sucking and biting as his hands explored every inch of his husband’s chest. Xiang Yu moaned, his head falling back as Han Xin’s teeth grazed his nipple. The sensation was electric, and Xiang Yu pressed himself closer, desperate for more.

Han Xin’s hands moved lower, gripping Xiang Yu’s hips as he pressed him against the window. The cool glass sent a shiver through Xiang Yu’s body, but it only heightened his arousal. Han Xin’s lips trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of kisses and bites that made Xiang Yu gasp.

"Ah ah... Xin-ge," Xiang Yu breathed, his voice trembling with need.

Han Xin didn’t hesitate. He unbuckled his belt with one hand while keeping Xiang Yu pinned against the window with the other.

The leather slid free, and Han Xin quickly wrapped it around Xiang Yu’s wrists, binding them together. Han Xin’s hands moved lower, undoing Xiang Yu’s pants and pushing them down his hips.

Xiang Yu kicked them off, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Han Xin’s eyes gleamed with approval as he took Xiang Yu’s cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. Xiang Yu gasped, his hips bucking into Han Xin’s touch.

Han Xin pressed against even more their tongues entwined in a passionate exchange. His thumb rubbed the tip of his cock illicting an enticing moan from Xiang Yu. Enticed by his soft cry, Han Xin gripped his waist and lifted him up.

Xiang Yu’s breath hitched as Han Xin lifted him effortlessly, pressing him against the glass. He wrapped his legs around Han Xin’s waist his back plastered on the glass.

Han Xin carried him their lips plastered together and grabbed the already half used lubricant bottle. He walked back to the window and squeezed out a generous amount. Xiang Yu moaned as the man’s fingers found his chrysalis, slipping inside him slowly.

"Mm mm... Xin-ge..." Xiang Yu gasped, his arms wrapped around his sweetheart’s shoulders.

"Relax, baby," Han Xin murmured, his fingers moving in and out of Xiang Yu’s ass slowly.

Xiang Yu took a deep breath, his body relaxing as Han Xin added another finger, stretching him slowly. He moaned, his body pressing back against Han Xin’s hand.

"That’s it, my love," Han Xin whispered, his fingers curling inside Xiang Yu, finding that spot that made Xiang Yu see stars. "You like that?" Xiang Yu cried out, his body tensing as Han Xin’s fingers hit that spot again and again.

The first thrust was slow, deliberate, and it drew a low moan from Xiang Yu. Han Xin’s hands gripped his hips tightly, guiding him as he began to move. Each thrust was deeper, harder, and Xiang Yu’s cries grew louder. The coolness of the window against his back was a stark contrast to the heat building inside him, and it only fueled his desire.

Han Xin’s lips found Xiang Yu’s neck again, biting down as he increased his pace. Xiang Yu’s tied hands reached back, gripping Han Xin’s shoulders for support.

"Mm husband," Xiang Yu moaned, his voice hoarse with need. "More."

Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling as Han Xin raised Xiang Yu’s leg higher and thrust into him again. The angle was different this time, deeper, and Xiang Yu’s moans were music to Han Xin’s ears.

The belt around Xiang Yu’s wrists rubbed against his skin with each movement, but he didn’t care. The pain only heightened the pleasure, and he clung to Han Xin as if his life depended on it. Han Xin’s hands gripped his ass tightly, pulling him closer with each thrust.

"My Yu Yu... is so beautiful," Han Xin murmured against Xiang Yu’s ear, his voice rough with desire.