Xiang Yu chuckled, the sound brittle and uneven. He hadn't even realized he was crying until a warm tear dropped onto Han Xin's head. He sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his hand, startled by the emotion that had crept up on him.
Han Xin reached up, cupping Xiang Yu's face with both hands. He kissed away the tears, one by one, then trailed soft kisses down his cheek, to his chin, and finally captured his lips.
Xiang Yu melted into the touch, his arms wrapping around Han Xin's shoulders as they slowly lay back onto the bed. Their bodies pressed close, lips meeting again and again, the room filled with the quiet symphony of rustling silk, soft moans, and the gentle smacking of kisses. Soon their lips parted and their gazes locked together.
