Xiang Yu, perched on Han Xin's thighs, leaned forward, his breath mingling with the man's. He cupped Han Xin's cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing against the stubble that lined the man's jaw.
The touch was gentle, yet it held a possessive undertone. Xiang Yu's other hand travelled down, caressing the back of Han Xin's neck, fingers tangling in the short hair at the nape, pulling him closer for a deep, searing kiss.
"Put it in Xin-ge," he said his tone almost begging.
The words sent a jolt of desire through Han Xin's body, igniting a fire in his loins. He needed no further encouragement. With a growl, he positioned himself, gripping his monstrous cock, thick and heavy with need. He guided it to Xiang Yu's entrance, already slick with arousal and the remnants of his earlier release.
