"All that for me?" Xiang Yu murmured.
"It's all for you," Han Xin panted. "It's always for you Yu Yu." Xiang Yu's tongue darted out, a pink, wicked point that lapped at the very tip of his cock. It was a feather-light touch, a maddening tease that had Han Xin seeing stars. He groaned, a raw, guttural sound torn from deep in his chest.
Xiang Yu urged him forward with a gentle pull on his hips, and Han Xin obeyed, thrusting shallowly into the wet, incredible heat of that mouth. "Fuck!" The sight of those light red lips stretching around his girth was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He could feel every millimeter of that slick, tight canal, the soft press of Xiang Yu's tongue against his frenulum, the gentle scrape of teeth that made him shudder.
