CHAPTER 654: NSFW2

The sensation for Han Xin was absolute. It was a tingling that started at the crown of his head and shot down to his curled toes. Every nerve ending was on fire, every particle of his being focused on the slow, deliberate fucking of Xiang Yu’s fingers inside him.

He was overwhelmed, completely owned by the pleasure, his toes curling into the rumpled sheets, his knuckles white where he gripped them. Xiang Yu crooked his fingers just so, and Han Xin saw stars, a guttural, broken moan tearing from his throat.

"You like that, don’t you?" Xiang Yu purred, his voice thick with lust.

The stretch was exquisite, a sharp, bright pain that melted instantly into a pleasure so profound it felt like drowning. "More," he begged, the word a ragged whisper. "Please, baby, fuck... more."

Han Xin lost himself, chanting his lover’s name like a prayer, a curse, the only anchor in a sea of sensation. Xiang Yu kissed him again, swallowing his cries, his tongue plunging into Han Xin’s mouth in a rhythm that mimicked what his finger was doing, what his cock ached to do.

He added a third finger, scissoring him open, stretching him for what was to come. The burn was nothing, nothing, compared to the devastating pleasure of being taken apart by this man.

When Xiang Yu finally positioned himself, the broad head of his cock pressing against that prepared entrance, the world stopped. Their gazes locked, an enchanted stare that held a universe of unspoken words.

"Tell me if it hurts," Xiang Yu commanded, his voice strained, every muscle in his powerful body coiled with the effort of holding back. Han Xin could only nod, his breath catching in his chest.

Xiang Yu pushed in, an inch at a time, a slow, inexorable invasion that filled Han Xin completely, stretched him to his absolute limit. Han Xin’s veins stood out on his temples and neck, his body singing with a painful, perfect fullness. He wrapped his arms and legs around Xiang Yu, hugging him close, kissing him with a desperation he couldn’t contain.

When Xiang Yu finally sheathed himself to the hilt, they both gasped. Xiang Yu parted their lips, a silver thread of saliva connecting them. He held still, letting Han Xin adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly possessed. "Fuck, Xin-ge... you feel... unbelievable."

Then he began to move. Their foreheads pressed together, noses touching. Each shallow, experimental thrust drew a shared gasp, their warm breath mingling, making their faces tingle.

The feeling was so intense, so all-consuming, that Xiang Yu’s control snapped. "I can’t hold back," he grunted, his thrusts becoming longer, harder, driving into him with a power that stole the air from Han Xin’s lungs.

Xiang Yu’s hand found Han Xin’s cock again, stroking him in time with his brutal, perfect thrusts. The dual sensations were too much. Han Xin was unravelling, coming apart under the relentless onslaught.

The figures under the silk sheets writhed, the sound of their skin slapping together, their ragged moans, their filthy, loving words, filled the room.

Xiang Yu’s groans pitched higher, tighter. ’This warmth... this fucking tight heat is driving me insane,’ he thought his mind clouded. He sat back on his heels, pulling Han Xin with him, never breaking their connection.

The new angle was devastating, hitting a place inside Han Xin that made him see stars. Han Xin’s hands roamed over Xiang Yu’s glistening body, caressing the hard ridges of his abs, the powerful planes of his chest, before his fingers found and pinched Xiang Yu’s nipples.

Xiang Yu cried out, a sharp, surprised sound of pleasure, his thrusts becoming savage. "Agh... Yes! Fuck, yes, just like that."

Han Xin was overwhelmed, his pleasure a live wire sparking under his skin. He grasped at Xiang Yu’s arched back, his fingers digging into the muscular flesh, wanting to brand him, leave more marks that would prove this was real. Xiang Yu threw his head back, his long hair sticking to his sweat-sheened skin, and gasped for air. His breathing became sharp, short pants.

"Han Xin... I am..." The words were a strained warning.

An electrical current, white-hot and blinding, coursed through Xiang Yu’s entire body. His rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic, desperate. His mind floated, untethered, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter until it shattered.

"I am coming." His body went rigid, muscles locking as he poured himself deep inside Han Xin, a hot, pulsing release that seemed to last forever. A broken, guttural cry was torn from his throat.

His body trembled violently with the aftershocks, muscles seizing, stiffening for a long, breathless moment. Han Xin held onto him tightly, pulling his shuddering form down into a deep, heated kiss, swallowing his final, pleasure-soaked groans. Xiang Yu collapsed against him, spent, his weight a comforting heaviness.

After catching his breath, Xiang Yu looked around Han Xin meeting his gaze. "Let’s try something new," he breathed against his mouth, the word a hot, wet command that went straight to Han Xin’s cock.

"Okay," Han Xin replied his fingers tightening in the silken sheets.

Xiang Yu shot him a seductive smile as he grabbed his wrist. He helped Han Xin up. Han Xin had no idea what Xiang Yu was planning but he was more than willing to be led by the nose by him. Han Xin stood by the bed and watched Xiang Yu shuffle around.

The sight below him was unravelling him, coil by desperate coil. Xiang Yu lay on his back, his head tipped over the edge of the bed, that infuriatingly perfect smirk aimed right up at him. His own hands were busy, roving over the hard planes of his chest, thumbs circling his own nipples, pinching and pulling until they were tight, pebbled peaks.

"You are a vision," Han Xin rasped, his voice thick. "A fucking torturous, beautiful vision."

Xiang Yu’s only answer was a low, throaty laugh. He reached up, his fingers wrapping around the base of Han Xin’s cock, and the contact was so electric, so fucking perfect, that Han Xin’s hips jerked forward of their own accord.

His cock was slick, dripping a steady stream of precum that painted a wet, glistening trail down its length. Xiang Yu’s thumb swept over the slick head, smearing it, his eyes locked on Han Xin’s as he brought his thumb to his own lips and sucked it clean.