"Harder Yu Yu," Han Xin growled, his voice thick with desire. "Ride me harder.... ah fuck... let me feel you."
Xiang Yu's eyes snapped open, meeting Han Xin's gaze with a hunger that made his heart race. With a desperate cry, Xiang Yu obeyed, his movements becoming more frantic, his body slamming down onto Han Xin's cock with a force that made the room echo with the wet sounds of their coupling. Han Xin's cock throbbed, aching to fill Xiang Yu's womb, to mark him again and again, but he held back, letting Xiang Yu take control.
The pleasure was overwhelming, a dance of dominance and surrender, and neither of them wanted it to end. Xiang Yu's omega hole devoured Han Xin's cock, milking him relentlessly, his body moving in perfect rhythm with Han Xin's thrusts his silk robe hanging down his lower back.
