Xiang Yu could only nod, his mind fogged with pleasure. Han Xin’s thrusts were relentless, driving him closer to the edge with each movent.
When he finally ca, it was with a cry of Han Xin’s na, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. His cum splurt on his chest and abdon. Even Han Xin’s now creased shirt was not spared leaving obvious wet marks.
"Xin-ge—" Xiang Yu started, but his words were cut off as Han Xin spun him around, pressing him hard against the cold glass of the window. The chill seeped through his skin, making his nipples harden instantly.
Han Xin pulled Xiang Yu’s head back and plastered their lips together. He kissed his man with a hunger that made Xiang Yu’s knees weak.
The kiss started slow, tender, but it didn’t stay that way for long. Han Xin’s tongue pushed past his lips, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that left Xiang Yu gasping.
Han Xin’s mouth found Xiang Yu’s neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there. His hands moved up to Xiang Yu’s chest, pinching and fondling his nipples. The dual sensations, the coolness of the glass and the heat of Han Xin’s touch, made Xiang Yu’s head spin.
His cock thrust in and out of Xiang Yu slowly. "Argh...fuck...You feel so good, Yu Yu," he murmured, his voice ragged with desire. "So tight and hot."
Xiang Yu moaned, his body moving with Han Xin’s thrusts. He could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as Han Xin’s cock hit that spot inside him.
"Xin-ge...harder... faster, " he gasped, his body pushing back against Han Xin’s cock.
Han Xin groaned, his thrusts speeding up, his cock slamming into Xiang Yu with a force that made Xiang Yu cry out. He could feel his orgasm building up again, his body tensing as Han Xin’s cock hit that spot inside him again and again.
"Ah ah fuck... don’t stop..." he gasped, his body trembling.
Han Xin’s hand slipped around Xiang Yu’s cock, stroking it in ti with his thrusts. "You feel so fucking good," Han Xin groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate.
Precum seeped down Xiang Yu’s cock, dripping onto the floor below. Han Xin’s hands were everywhere, on his chest, his hips, his ass, each touch electric, each movent driving Xiang Yu closer to the edge.
Their lips t again, the kiss ssy and urgent filling the room with erotic kissing sounds. Han Xin’s teeth grazed Xiang Yu’s bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth before diving back in for more.
Han Xin pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with lust as he looked down at Xiang Yu. "Yu Yu, I want to see you co again," he said, his voice rough.
He gripped Xiang Yu’s hips tighter, thrusting harder, faster, until Xiang Yu couldn’t hold back anymore. His orgasm hit him like a wave, his cum splashing against the window as he cried out Han Xin’s na, his voice high-pitched and sweet.
Han Xin’s breath caught in his throat as Xiang Yu’s lips pressed against his Adam’s apple, the heat of his mouth sending shivers down his spine. Fuck, it was electric, the way Xiang Yu’s tongue flicked against his skin, teasing and tasting him like he was sothing to savor.
Han Xin groaned, low and guttural, his hands instinctively gripping Xiang Yu’s waist as his husband’s teeth grazed the sensitive spot just below his jaw. "Yu Yu," he whispered, his voice already ragged, "you are driving fucking crazy."
Xiang Yu smirked against his neck, his hands sliding down Han Xin’s chest before pushing him back onto the corner of the bed.
Han Xin’s back hit the mattress with a soft thud, and before he could even process what was happening, Xiang Yu was turning around, his ass pressing against Han Xin’s hips as he slid down, down, down, until his entrance enveloped Han Xin’s cock in one smooth, wet motion.
Glrk. The sound was obscene, and Han Xin’s head fell back, a strangled moan escaping his lips as Xiang Yu’s hole tightened around him.
And ride him he did. Xiang Yu planted his heels on the bed and began to bounce up and down, his ass slamming against Han Xin’s thighs with a rhythmic pa pa pa. Han Xin’s hands road over Xiang Yu’s body, his fingertips brushing over his nipples before pinching and twisting them, eliciting a sharp gasp from his husband.
"You like that?" Han Xin murmured, leaning forward to suck one of Xiang Yu’s nipples into his mouth, biting down gently before soothing it with his tongue. The sound of his mouth working on Xiang Yu’s skin was almost as dirty as the sounds their bodies were making.
Xiang Yu’s moans grew louder, his movents more frantic as Han Xin’s hands moved lower, wrapping around his cock and stroking it in ti with his thrusts. Precum leaked from the tip, coating Han Xin’s fingers as he worked him, his own cock throbbing inside Xiang Yu’s tight heat.
"Yu Yu... fuck... just like that," Han Xin groaned, his voice breaking as he felt Xiang Yu clench around him. "So tight, so hot—fuck, I can’t get enough of you."
But then Han Xin let go of Xiang Yu’s cock, sliding his hand up his husband’s abdon instead, feeling the muscles there tense and relax with each movent. He could feel his own cock sliding in and out of Xiang Yu, the sensation driving him wild.
The wet sounds of their fucking filled the room, mingling with their heavy breathing and desperate moans. Han Xin’s hips snapped upward, eting Xiang Yu’s downward thrusts with a force that made them both cry out.
"Ah ah I am close," Xiang Yu panted, his voice strained as he bounced harder, faster. "Ah husband —I am gonna—fuck—"
And then he ca, his cock spurting thick ropes of cum all over the sheets and floor. The sight of Xiang Yu falling apart above him was enough to push Han Xin to the edge, but he held on, wanting to savor every second of this.
He turned Xiang Yu over, laying him down on the bed on his back, and positioned himself between his legs. "You’re so fucking sweet," Han Xin murmured, thrusting into him again with a fervor that left them both breathless.
Xiang Yu’s eyes were glazed over, his body still trembling from his orgasm as Han Xin continued to fuck him, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Pa pa pa. The sound of their bodies colliding was relentless, and Han Xin couldn’t hold back any longer.
He bit down on Xiang Yu’s ankle, licking the spot as he thrust into him one final ti, his own climax hitting him like a tidal wave. His cum filling his lover, his breathing rough and uneven as he collapsed on top of Xiang Yu, their bodies still connected.
But even after they both ca, Han Xin didn’t pull out. He stayed inside Xiang Yu, their skin slick with sweat and cum as he kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling together in a ssy, desperate kiss. "Yu Yu you are mine," Han Xin whispered against his lips, his voice low and possessive. "All fucking mine."
Xiang Yu nodded weakly, his body still trembling as Han Xin began to move again, slow and deliberate this ti, their connection unbroken even after the storm had passed. The sound of their bodies moving together was softer now, but no less intense, and Han Xin knew they weren’t done yet. Not even close.
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