The sensation was overwhelming, a fucking inferno of pleasure that threatened to short-circuit his mind. He turned Xiang Yu's head, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
It started as a tender melding, a silent communication of awe, but it quickly escalated. Han Xin's tongue invaded Xiang Yu's mouth with the same relentless intent as his cock had his body, tangling with his lover's.
Han Xin finally began to move, pulling out almost all the way before driving back in with a deep, rolling thrust that made the ropes creak. He set a punishing rhythm, each movement a testament to his raw strength and control.
He held Xiang Yu's suspended thigh for leverage, the muscles in his own arms corded with the effort. "Do you like that, Yu Yu?" he grunted against his ear. "You feel how deep I am inside you? How you are squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave?"
