Han Xin's heart raced. Under such provocation he couldn't hold back any longer. He reached for a pink condom and tore open the packet with shaking hands, his eagerness making him clumsy.
He rolled the condom down his length, but it kept slipping off, refusing to cooperate. Why wouldn't it stay down? This was a side effect of not studying in advance. Xiang Yu giggled at his struggle, his laughter filling the room with a light, playful sound.
Frustrated, Han Xin tossed the condom aside. "Forget it," he growled, his voice thick with need it. He coated his throbbing cock with lubricant, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu's. "Yu Yu, tell me me to stop if it's too much," he whispered, his fingers brushing Xiang Yu's cheek tenderly.
"Xin-ge, I am not a porcelain jar... I can handle it," Xiang Yu replied, his voice steady, though his heart was pounding. He wanted this, wanted Han Xin, and he was determined to experience every inch of his man. But soon he would regret his words.
