Han Xin pressed his lips against Xiang Yu’s for a brief mont, the kiss bringing a spark of intimacy and warmth that only deepened Xiang Yu’s tumbling emotions.
With gentle discipline, Han Xin released him and settled beside him instead, arms wrapping around Xiang Yu’s waist. Despite the embarrassnt of still clinging to Xiang Yu, he lted under the tender gesture, feeling Han Xin nuzzle into his neck, inhaling deeply to savour his lover’s scent.
"Who... who said that to you?" Xiang Yu managed, caught between surprised and amused.
"Lian and i," Han Xin replied, fingers rubbing Xiang Yu’s tummy playfully beneath the covers. A boyish grin lit up his face. "They said you are their father, and when I marry you, I will be their mother. They also said mothers and fathers should love each other."
"Was the old man around when they said that?" Xiang Yu asked, incredulity evident in his tone.
Han Xin nestled further against Xiang Yu’s shoulder, warmth radiating between them. "No," he admitted, "but Han Zhan was there, though... they said it was our little secret."
Xiang Yu couldn’t help but chuckle, staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t think Lian and i would actually say that to Han Xin.
"Do you want to know what I told them?" Han Xin asked, lips still curled in that infectious smile.
Xiang Yu turned his head slightly, intrigued. "What did you tell them?"
Han Xin’s expression shifted into one of mischief, a playful glint in his eye. "I told them that I will give them a baby brother or sister, and then we can be an even bigger happy family."
Xiang Yu’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!" His reaction was imdiate, abrupt. Before Han Xin could react, Xiang Yu smothered him under the quilt, enveloping him in a cocoon of fabric, and then with a sudden motion, he kicked Han Xin off the bed.
With a laugh that burst from his chest, Han Xin pulled the quilt over his head, his voice muffled but playful. "Hey!" he called, laughter bubbling through the fabric, a sound that made Xiang Yu’s heart flutter even as he scrambled out of bed, indignation fueling him.
"Han Xin! You think this venerable one will be the one to get pregnant? You must be joking!" Xiang Yu exclaid. He quickly got off the bed thinking that if he stayed any longer he would actually get pregnant. Just one glance into those handso eyes and he might actually have twins.
But as soon as he stepped on the floor he felt a sudden sharp pain ripple through his lower back, a sharp reminder of their earlier vigorous activities. He yelped, startled, as he lost his balance and tumbled off the bed, landing with a dull thud against the floor.
The cheerful smile on Han Xin’s face vanished in an instant. Panic surged through him as he hurried to his feet, rushing to Xiang Yu’s side.
"Yu Yu! Are you okay?" His voice pitched with concern. He knelt beside Xiang Yu, hands hovering awkwardly above him, unsure of where to touch or how to check for injuries.
Xiang Yu chuckled lightly, the sound was almost musical despite the discomfort. Sitting on the floor, his back against the bed and his butt partially covered by the quilt, he set his hands on Han Xin’s shoulders to steady himself. "I am fine," he assured, his expression a mixture of amusent and lingering pain.
"Fine?" Han Xin echoed, incredulous. The worry etched across his features deepened. Now, regret gnawed at him; he regretted indulging in the passion of the mont. If he had been more prudent, Xiang Yu wouldn’t be on the floor in pain. "Let get you on the bed and call Doctor Bai to take a look—"
"Shh," Xiang Yu interjected, placing a finger gently on Han Xin’s lips. His eyes glinted with mischief. "I am really fine... just kiss ... if you want to feel better."
An unexpected itch fluttered at the spot where Xiang Yu’s finger touched his lip. The sensation that spread like wildfire throughout Han Xin’s body, igniting a longing within him. srized, Han Xin leaned in, drunken on the intoxicating scent of Xiang Yu’s pluria pheromones, sweet and enticing.
Their lips t in a fleeting kiss, almost tentative, like sampling flavours before diving into a feast. It was a taste that lingered, urging them on, and Han Xin cupped Xiang Yu’s face, pulling him into a deeper kiss. Xiang Yu, sitting with his knees bent, felt small and vulnerable beneath Han Xin’s towering form as they entwined together, lost in the mont.
Encouraged, Xiang Yu gently bit Han Xin’s lip, eliciting a low groan from him that lted into the kiss. They were consud by one another, the world outside forgotten as soft kissing sounds filled the room.
Suddenly, a knock at the door broke through their haze of passion. "Ah-Xin," a voice called out, hesitant but insistent. It was Han Zhan, and from the sound of it, he was nervous. "We noticed so activity... I think we have to go."
Reluctantly, Han Xin and Xiang Yu parted from their kiss, foreheads pressing together as they both panted, breathless from the intensity of what had just transpired. Han Xin tenderly stroked Xiang Yu’s hair, his expression shifting from panic to a familiar warmth. "We have to go," he murmured, the responsibilities of their lives slowly creeping back into focus.
"Sure," Xiang Yu replied, his voice low and playful. "Right after this."
Before Han Xin could process the words, Xiang Yu pushed him onto the floor, the quilt slipping to one side as he straddled Han Xin’s waist with a teasing spark in his eyes. "Let’s have another go at it," Xiang Yu said, mischief lacing his tone, relishing the surprise on Han Xin’s face.
Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat, awareness mixing with exhilaration as he gazed up at the man above him. Just a bit longer, he thought, completely captivated as he wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu’s waist, pulling him closer.
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