Han Xin's eyes darkened with desire as he withdrew his fingers, his hand reaching for his own throbbing cock. He positioned himself at Xiang Yu's entrance, his breath catching in his throat as he pressed forward, inch by inch.
Xiang Yu's hands gripped his shoulders, his nails digging into the skin as he adjusted to the intrusion, his body tightening around Han Xin in a vice-like grip.
"Yu Yu... You are so tight," Han Xin murmured, his voice hoarse with need.
Xiang Yu's lips curved into a smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "You like that husband?"
Han Xin groaned, his control slipping as he began to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm. Xiang Yu met each thrust with a roll of his hips, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their breaths intertwining in the dim light. Two figures sat facing each other under the shadows and moved sensually.
