Xiang Yu entered his bed chambers, the soft glow of the dim wall lights casting flickering shadows on the walls. As he unbuttoned the third button of his shirt, he felt the familiar weight of the day slip from his shoulders. But the moment he stepped further into the room, he froze.
In the dim light, a figure sat in the chair staring at him like a predator lurking in the dark. A rat trap was stuck to Han Xin’s leg, its cruel jaws pinching the fabric of his trousers.
Xiang Yu’s heart raced, not just from surprise but from the intoxicating scent that filled the air. It enveloped him like a warm blanket, stirring something deep within. Suddenly, he felt hot and uncomfortable, his mind racing with confusion.
Hex exclaimed, his voice a mix of excitement and relief. "Yu Yu, we caught the rat!"
Han Xin eyes sparkled mischievously, but his brow furrowed slightly, clearly unimpressed. Hearing the name "Yu Yu" come from Hex gnawed at Han Xin’s soul more than the trap itself.
Xiang Yu quickly moved towards Han Xin, kneeling beside him. "What happened?" Xiang Yu asked, the worry evident in his voice. He reached for the trap, his fingers brushing against Han Xin’s leg. The question lingered in the air. How did Han Xin find himself in this predicament?
Earlier on after their call had ended, Han Xin had felt the sting of Xiang Yu’s words and in a fit of anger, he had gone hunting for the body pillow. The only thing that mattered to Xiang Yu. He had intended to increase the tear in it, to provoke but he had not anticipated that Xiang Yu would have set up rat traps inside the room.
The steward had followed Xiang Yu’s orders and set the traps while he was away. Han Xin knew he could easily free himself but he chose to wait. He wanted to know what Xiang Yu was thinking setting these up which was why he was sitting in partial darkness with a rat trap on his leg.
"Hex, how do you remove this?" Xiang Yu asked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he examined the trap.
"I don’t know how to remove it," Hex replied, crossing his arms, clearly unenthusiastic about helping. "I didn’t read the manual."
"Then read it," Xiang Yu snapped, frustration creeping into his tone. He turned his attention back to Han Xin, his voice softening. "Does it hurt?"
Han Xin, sitting with his legs spread wide, a finger gently rubbing his lower lip, shook his head. "No," he replied, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down Xiang Yu’s spine.
Xiang Yu’s hands trembled slightly as he tried to unlock the trap, their eyes locking for a brief moment. The air was thick with tension and desire as Xiang Yu knelt before Han Xin, their bodies mere inches apart.
Han Xin’s pheromones lingered on Xiang Yu’s nose. The intoxicating aroma clouded Xiang Yu’s senses, making it hard for him to focus on the task at hand. The proximity was both thrilling and unnerving.
Xiang Yu’s hands, skilled and graceful, carefully manipulated the trap’s release, his fingers brushing against Han Xin’s skin. Han Xin’s breath quickened, his body reacting to the touch, even in this awkward situation.
"Why is it so freaking hard?" Xiang Yu muttered, his brow furrowing in concentration.
AN: The trap or Han Xin’s third leg? Just curious?
"Hex, have you figured it out yet?"
"Sorry Yu Yu, I am still searching," Hex’s voice echoed through the room. It was also anxious okay. It wanted this intruder gone.
Xiang Yu raised his head, his eyes meeting Han Xin’s. He offered a reassuring smile, his lips moist and inviting. "Sorry about this. l will have this fixed in no time."
Han Xin, his heart pounding, found himself captivated by Xiang Yu’s gaze. "Why did you get rat traps... Your Highness?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of flirtation.
Xiang Yu’s cheeks were tinged with a subtle blush as his fingers rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, I... um, my body... I mean had an issue with some clothes being torn. Thought it was a rat." He stumbled over his words, not wanting to reveal the truth. How embarrassing it would be if Han Xin found out about the body pillow with his face on it.
Han Xin stared at him with a knowing glint in his gaze. He knew he was lying but he chose to let it go. He didn’t want to spook his prey.
"There’s a panel at the bottom," Hex’s voice interrupted, offering a solution. "Click it and pull the cage door simultaneously."
Xiang Yu leaned in, his body close to Han Xin’s, as he followed Hex’s instructions. His movements were graceful, his muscles flexing beneath his uniform shirt. Han Xin’s breath caught in his chest, his eyes fixated on Xiang Yu’s every move.
As Xiang Yu struggled with the stubborn trap, Han Xin’s mind began to stray. He imagined Xiang Yu’s hands on his body, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his aching erection. He pictured Xiang Yu’s lips, those moist, tempting lips, wrapping around his hard cock, sucking and teasing.
’Xin-ge, would you like me to help you?’ Han Xin imagined Xiang Yu whispering, his breath hot against his skin. In his fantasy, he urged Xiang Yu on, his fingers running through the crown prince’s dark hair, guiding him deeper.
"It’s done!" Xiang Yu’s voice snapped Han Xin out of his erotic daydream. "I am really sorry about that, Han Xin."
Han Xin cleared his throat, his face flushed with desire. Thankfully, the dim lighting concealed the bulge in his pants, a result of his vivid imagination. He quickly grabbed a cushion and placed it on his lap, hoping to hide his arousal.
Xiang Yu, oblivious to the trouble he had caused, bent down to retrieve a bottle of water from the mini-fridge. His movements were fluid, his buttocks clenching and relaxing with each step, a sight that Han Xin couldn’t help but admire.
"Hex, turn on the lights," Xiang Yu said his voice steady.
But Han Xin’s response was quick and firm. "No, leave them ." The shadows flickered around them, creating an intimate atmosphere that felt charged with unspoken tension.
Xiang Yu shrugged, not minding the darkness. "Do you want one?" he asked, his tone casual.