Han Xin's own clothes melted away, leaving him bare save for the pants and the jade pendant resting against his chest. Xiang Yu couldn't help but stare at that pendant that he was more than familiar with. He reached out to touch it his gaze trailing downwards.
His mouth went dry at the sight of Han Xin's sculpted muscles and the way his skin glowed in the light. Han Xin smirked, clearly pleased by the attention. Without warning, he pounced, pinning Xiang Yu beneath him.
Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and Xiang Yu felt like he was drowning in the sheer overwhelming sensation. Han Xin's lips found his neck, biting and sucking with such ferocity, leaving Xiang Yu gasping for air. Every touch, every bite sent sparks flying through his body, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing second.
Ah," he hissed, his voice raw with need.
