Han Xin's hands moved with deliberate purpose, sliding up Xiang Yu's hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. The heat of his touch was electric, sending jolts through Xiang Yu's body as he arched into it.
His gaze never wavered, locked on Xiang Yu's face, his lips parted, his chest heaving. The sight of him like this, his neck and chest littered with hickeys, his nipples hard enough to cut glass, his cock stiff and leaking precum, was enough to make drive Han Xin into madness.
Xiang Yu rocked down harder, his movements desperate, chasing the friction that made his entire body sing. Han Xin's hands trailed up, brushing over Xiang Yu's abs, his ribs, before finally wrapping around his cock. The gasp that escaped Xiang Yu's lips was sharp, almost pained, as Han Xin's fingers tightened around him, stroking in slow, maddening circles. Every nerve in Xiang Yu's body felt like it was on fire, his skin so sensitive that even the slightest touch sent him spiraling.
