Xiang Yu barely had time to process what was happening before his body reacted, his knees buckling as Han Xin's powerful hands flipped him over with ease. The sudden shift left Xiang Yu dazed, his chest pressed against the bed, his ass raised in the air as Han Xin positioned himself behind him.
Han Xin's hands gripped Xiang Yu's hips hard enough to leave marks, his fingers digging into the flesh as he pulled him closer. Without warning, he thrust forward, his cock ramming into Xiang Yu with a force that made them both gasp.
The slick slide of their bodies was loud and enticing punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin. Han Xin wasted no time, his movements urgent and relentless, fucking into Xiang Yu with a rhythm that was almost feral.
Xiang Yu groaned, his body trembling as Han Xin's thrusts grew harder, each one driving deeper than the last. He could feel the heat building inside him, his own cock dripping with precum as it hung heavy between his legs.
