Han Xin’s heart raced. Under such provocation he couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached for a pink condom and tore open the packet with shaking hands, his eagerness making him clumsy.
He rolled the condom down his length, but it kept slipping off, refusing to cooperate. Why wouldn’t it stay down? This was a side effect of not studying in advance. Xiang Yu giggled at his struggle, his laughter filling the room with a light, playful sound.
Frustrated, Han Xin tossed the condom aside. "Forget it," he growled, his voice thick with need it. He coated his throbbing cock with lubricant, his eyes never leaving Xiang Yu’s. "Yu Yu, tell me me to stop if it’s too much," he whispered, his fingers brushing Xiang Yu’s cheek tenderly.
"Xin-ge, I am not a porcelain jar... I can handle it," Xiang Yu replied, his voice steady, though his heart was pounding. He wanted this, wanted Han Xin, and he was determined to experience every inch of his man. But soon he would regret his words.
Han Xin positioned himself at Xiang Yu’s entrance, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He teased the tight hole with the tip, feeling the resistance, and then slowly, inch by inch, he pushed inside. Xiang Yu’s breath caught, and he arched his back, his eyes squeezing shut as he adjusted to the invasion. "Ahhh," he screamed internally instantly slapping himself in the face.
AN: Who should tell him that this is only the tip of the iceberg?
Relax, my love," Han Xin whispered, his voice hoarse as he fought the urge to thrust wildly. He kissed Xiang Yu, their tongues tangling as he slowly worked his way deeper, inch by exquisite inch. Xiang Yu’s body trembled, and he clung to Han Xin, his fingernails digging into the muscular back. "Xin-ge!" he called out his eyes teary.
Han Xin thrust in a little more and couldn’t help but gasp. "Ah, Yu Yu... you are so tight," he said his hand gripping Xiang Yu’s thigh, his fingers digging into the soft skin, leaving temporary imprints.
When Han Xin finally bottomed out, fully sheathed inside Xiang Yu, they both froze, their bodies connected in a way neither had experienced before. Xiang Yu’s eyes flew open, and he stared up at Han Xin with an entranced look on his face. "Slo-... slowly," whispered Xiang Yu his voice thick with emotion.
Han Xin’s eyes shone with a fierce possessiveness. "You feel so good," he growled, his hips moving in a slow, torturous grind. "I can’t help it."
Xiang Yu’s body was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. As Han Xin began to move, his hips driving forward in a steady rhythm, Xiang Yu cried out, his hands gripping Han Xin’s shoulders tightly. The feeling was intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel every vein, every throbbing pulse of Han Xin’s cock as it slid in and out of his body.
At first, Han Xin moved with slow, deliberate strokes, wanting to savour the moment and ensure his lover was ready for more. He gazed down at Xiang Yu his eyes dark with desire, and whispered, "Do you like that?" Xiang Yu nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, and he let out a soft moan as Han Xin’s cock slid back and forth.
As the pleasure built, Han Xin’s movements became more urgent. He began to thrust with increasing force, his butt muscles flexing with each powerful stroke. Xiang Yu’s nails dug into Han’s back, leaving red marks as he clung to his lover, his body arching to meet each thrust. The sensation of Xiang Yu’s tight heat enveloping his cock was almost too much for Han Xin to bear, and he had to grit his teeth to maintain control.
"Ah, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu panted, his voice hoarse with desire. "Harder... ngh."
Han Xin’s eyes widened at the plea, and a primal growl escaped his throat. He wanted to give Xiang Yu everything he desired and more. With a fierce grunt, he slammed into Xiang Yu, his hips meeting his lover’s with a satisfying smack. Xiang Yu’s eyes widened, and he cried out, a mix of pleasure and slight pain flashing across his face.
Han Xin’s hands travelled up Xiang’s thighs, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise. He reached down, grasping Xiang Yu’s cock, which was already hard and leaking pre-cum. Xiang Yu’s hips bucked off the bed, seeking more friction, and Han obliged, stroking him in time with his own thrusts.
"Ngh... yes, just like that," Xiang Yu moaned, his head thrown back, exposing the delicate line of his throat. Han Xin leaned down, capturing his lover’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies, as Han Xin’s thrusts became more erratic, driven by the building heat in his loins.
Xiang Yu’s legs wrapped around Han Xin’s waist, pulling him even deeper, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. Han Xin’s hand left Xiang Yu’s cock and travelled up to pinch his nipple, twisting it gently. Xiang Yu arched off the bed, his back bowing, as a wave of pleasure washed over him.
"Ah! Xin-ge... right there... don’t stop," Xiang Yu pleaded, his voice breathy and desperate.
Han Xin smiled against Xiang Yu’s mouth, his own pleasure mounting as he felt his lover’s body clench around him. He wanted to draw out this moment, to make it last forever. Withdrawing almost completely, he thrust back in, hitting Xiang Yu’s sweet spot with precision.
"Fuck!" Xiang Yu cried out and bit down his teeth sinking into Han Xin’s shoulders, leaving tooth marks. Han Xin sucked in a breath of cold air but relished the pain, knowing it was a testament to the intensity of their passion. He quickened his pace, his cock sliding in and out with wet, lewd sounds, each thrust pushing them closer to the edge.
Han Xin slowed his pace into long drawn out thrusts as he stared at his lover his dark eyes smouldering with passion.
Xiang Yu, his porcelain skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat stared into his eyes lovingly. "Let me come on top," he whispered, his voice laced with a seductive tone. A long silver thread of saliva connected their lips for a fleeting moment before Xiang Yu licked his lips, his eyes locked with Han Xin’s.