The words seemed to fuel Han Xin's desire. He leaned over Xiang Yu, his chest pressing against his husband's back, his lips nipping at his shoulder. His thrusts became wilder, more desperate, as if he couldn't get close enough, couldn't take enough.
Xiang Yu's body was a mess of sensations, his hole aching, his cock throbbing, and his omega gland pulsating in time with Han Xin's movements.
"Husband... cum for me," Han Xin commanded his voice a harsh whisper. "Cum for your husband. Let me feel it."
Xiang Yu's eyes rolled back as his orgasm hit him like a wave, his cock spasming as he came, his seed spilling onto the sheets. His cries were muffled by the pillow, his body shaking as he rode out the pleasure.
Han Xin's thrusts didn't falter, his own release building as he felt Xiang Yu's hole tighten around him, milking him mercilessly.
"Fuck, Yu Yu," Han Xin groaned, his voice breaking. You taste so good, so... perfect."
