With a guttural grunt, Han Xin ripped his t-shirt from his muscular frame, revealing his chiselled chest and abs, glistening with a sheen of sweat.
Xiang Yu's breath caught in his throat at the sight, his gaze fixated on Han Xin's powerful physique, a primal urge stirring within him. Han Xin's eyes narrowed, a wild look in them, as he came closer intending on invading Xiang Yu's personal space.
He climbed on the bed straddling him as their heated gazes met. Xiang Yu, his heart pounding, bit his lower lip lightly, a flood of adrenaline flowing through him. His fingers itched to touch his man who exuded raw, untamed passion.
He could feel Han Xin's body heat, his scent. A heady mix of sandalwood and musk engulfed him, clouding his senses. In a swift move, Xiang Yu reached out, his fingers brushing against Han Xin's bare skin, sending shivers down his spine.
