Han Xin stirred from his sleep, his consciousness returning not because of the loud noise that had echoed through the palace moments before, but to the solid, overwhelming heat of the man wrapped around him. Xiang Yu's arm was a heavy, possessive weight across his chest, pinning him to the silk sheets.
Han Xin shifted, the muscles in his back protesting with a pleasant soreness, a living map of their fun night before. He moved again intending to investigate the noise outside when the arm tightened, pulling him back flush against a broad, ruined chest.
"Don't…" Xiang Yu's voice was a low, gravelly rumble against the shell of his ear, roughened from hours of crying out in pleasure. "Lian and Mei will take care of it."
Han Xin let out a deep sigh, the tension leaving his body as he settled back into Xiang Yu's embrace. His eyes drifted closed, but he could no longer fall back to sleep.
