Tight, dripping heat, feeling the way it sucked him in, warm and inviting. The squelch of Xiang Yu's body was obscene, mingling with the sound of the waterfall, and Han Xin couldn't help but smirk as Xiang Yu gasped, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach.
"Fuck," Xiang Yu breathed, his voice trembling as Han Xin stretched him open with slow, purposeful thrusts. The wetness coated Han Xin's fingers, slippery and warm, and he could feel every inch of Xiang Yu's body clenching around him.
Han Xin leaned in closer, his breath hot against Xiang Yu's ear. "Do-don't stop... ah ngh... ngh fuck," Xiang Yu murmured, his voice high-pitched and dripping with lust. Han Xin's fingers curled slightly, brushing against that spot that made Xiang Yu cry out, his entire body shuddering.
