Xiang Yu’s fingers brushed lightly in front of Han Xin’s face, trying to snap him out of his trance. But instead of the expected response, Han Xin’s hand shot up, catching Xiang Yu’s wrist with a firmness that startled him. The heat of Han Xin’s grip was almost unbearable, his fingers pressing into Xiang Yu’s skin with an intensity that made his breath stutter.
"Babe—" he started, but the words died in his throat as Han Xin raised Xiang Yu’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles, slow and deliberate. The touch was wet, hot, and obscenely intimate, sending a jolt of electricity through Xiang Yu’s body. He called the divine emperor several tis to co and stop his son, but there was no response. It was like screaming into an empty abyss.
’What the fuck is happening?’ His thoughts scrambled as Han Xin’s tongue flicked against his skin, tasting him like he was savouring every inch.
Before Xiang Yu could process it, Han Xin tugged him forward, their bodies colliding with a force that left no space for resistance. Xiang Yu’s hands instinctively pressed against Han Xin’s chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath his robes. The heat radiating from him was overwhelming, making Xiang Yu’s head spin. "Xin-ge, wait... let’s discuss—"
His words were swallowed as Han Xin’s lips crashed into his, silencing him with a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was raw, desperate, fucking hungry. Han Xin’s tongue pushed past his lips, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that left Xiang Yu trembling.
He tried to pull back, to make sense of this sudden onslaught, but Han Xin’s arm tightened around his waist, holding him in place with a strength that felt inhuman.
The kiss deepened, Han Xin’s tongue exploring every corner of Xiang Yu’s mouth, drawing out soft, involuntary sounds that only seed to fuel his aggression. Xiang Yu’s hands fisted in the fabric of Han Xin’s robes, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His body betrayed him, arching into the contact, craving more even as his mind scread for clarity.
The sound of their lips entangled, wet and urgent, mixed with the distant rush of water, created a symphony that felt both sacred and profane.
When Han Xin finally pulled back, a thin silver thread of saliva connected their lips. Xiang Yu wiped the corner of his mouth, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but Han Xin wasn’t done.
He grabbed Xiang Yu’s hand, his grip firm but not painful, and brought the damp fingertip to his own lips. His tongue flicked out, swirling around the digit before taking it deeper into his mouth.
He sucked on it like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu’s. The intensity of his gaze was almost unbearable. It was like being stared at by a beast that was about to devour him.
Xiang Yu swallowed hard, feeling his cock twitch in response. He knew this wasn’t the right ti nor place to do this, but who could resist Han Xin when he was like this?
Irresistible. Unstoppable.
Han Xin released Xiang Yu’s finger with a soft pop, his lips sliding back sensually, as if savouring every lingering taste. Then he leaned in again, kissing a trail down Xiang Yu’s arm, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to make Xiang Yu shiver.
"Mm... Han Xin," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice low and cautious, but the way it trembled betrayed his arousal. Han Xin didn’t respond with words. Instead, he pressed his lips to the curve of Xiang Yu’s neck, sucking lightly before deepening the pressure, leaving a mark that would linger for days.
The sound of Xiang Yu’s quiet moan seed only to spur Han Xin on further, his movents growing more fervent. His hands moved to Xiang Yu’s waist, gripping tightly as he pushed him backwards until the backs of Xiang Yu’s knees hit the edge of the bed.
With a firm shove, Xiang Yu fell onto the mattress, his breath catching in his throat as Han Xin climbed over him. Their bodies aligned perfectly, the heat between them palpable. Han Xin’s lips found Xiang Yu’s again, their kisses growing ssier, more desperate. Every touch was electric, every movent adding fuel to the raging flas. Their lips soon parted, and their gazes t. The tension was palpable.
Han Xin’s luminous blue eyes burned like twin stars, his immortal power radiating an otherworldly aura that made the air crackle with energy. Xiang Yu lay beneath him his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths, a mixture of excitent and nervous anticipation twisting in his gut.
Logically, he should have been talking Han Xin out of it but the way this man looked at him, really looked at him, sent a jolt of electricity straight to his demon core.
Without a word, he reached out, his fingers gripping the fabric of Xiang Yu’s lapel. There was a sharp rip as the material tore apart, revealing the smooth, muscled plane of Xiang Yu’s chest.
The cool air brushed against his exposed skin, making his nipples harden instantly. He gasped, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself, but Han Xin’s piercing gaze stopped him cold.
"Ah, H-Han Xin," Xiang Yu stamred, his voice trembling as he tried to hide the flush creeping up his neck. "Wh-what are you looking at?" Damn, it was both exciting and terrifying
Han Xin didn’t answer. His dark eyes trailed over Xiang Yu’s body, lingering on the curve of his chest, the dip of his waist, the way his muscles tightened under the scrutiny.
A low, almost feral growl escaped Han Xin’s throat as he licked his lips, his expression one of pure hunger.
’Ahhh, he is going to eat , ’ Xiang Yu thought, his heart hamring in his chest. And he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at the realisation.
AN: Sir we know you want to be eaten hehehe
With a snap of Han Xin’s fingers, Xiang Yu’s clothes vanished, replaced by a sheer black top that clung to his fra like a second skin and a tiny g-string that left nothing to the imagination.
Xiang Yu’s eyes widened in shock, his hands flying to cover himself again. But Han Xin wasn’t having it. An invisible force pinned Xiang Yu’s arms to the bed, leaving him completely exposed.
"Xin-ge!" Xiang Yu protested, his voice cracking. But the words died in his throat as Han Xin’s eyes locked onto him, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down his spine. Xiang Yu had one thought left in his mind. His man was a pervert..
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