Xiang Yu stood there, captivated as he watched the way Han Xin's Adam's apple bobbed with each swallow. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until now. Han Xin wiped his lips with the back of his hand, a hint of moisture glossy against his skin.
"It's too warm," he said, handing the bottle back to Xiang Yu.
An expression of concern flickered across Xiang Yu's face. "Is it?" he asked, taking the bottle and tasting it himself but Han Xin's playful smirk betrayed him.
Suddenly, Xiang Yu's eyes narrowed as he registered Han Xin's trick. He smacked him lightly upside the head, irritation mixing with amusement. "If you want a kiss, just say it."
Han Xin rubbed the back of his head, suppressing a light chuckle. "Then can I have a kiss?" he asked, looking genuinely hopeful.
Xiang Yu shook his head, feigning indifference. "No."
"Babe," Han Xin pressed, "I just came from a difficult battle. I really need a kiss to feel better."
