His hand slid down Han Xin's chest, his stomach, and finally wrapped around the hard, leaking length of his cock. Han Xin's back arched off the silk fabric, a broken cry tearing from his throat. Yu Yu…
"Yu Yu…" Han Xin's voice was a broken thing.
"Tell me what you want," Xiang Yu whispered against his skin, his breath hot. "Tell me exactly, Xin-ge. I want to hear you say it."
"I want you to fuck me," Han Xin moaned, his head tossing back on the pillow. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you lose control."
The words sent a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight through Xiang Yu. He kissed his way down Han Xin's collarbone, biting gently at the sharp bone before soothing it with his tongue. His hands were everywhere, mapping the familiar terrain of his husband's body as if for the first time.
He palmed Han Xin's pectorals, thumbs brushing over his nipples until they pebbled into tight, sensitive buds. He leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking hard.
