"Xin-ge… I am close mm mm Ah fuck," Xiang Yu gasped, his voice hoarse with need. But Han Xin didn't slow down, didn't relent. Instead, he deepened his sucking, his throat relaxing to take Xiang Yu in as far as he could. The room was filled with the wet, obscene sounds of their passion, the only accompaniment to their desperate breaths.
When Xiang Yu finally came, his release was explosive, his body arching off the desk as he cried out. Han Xin swallowed greedily, his lips curling into a smirk as he stood, pulling Xiang Yu into another bruising kiss. Their mouths clashed, tongues tangling as Xiang Yu tasted himself on Han Xin's lips, an intoxicating flavour that only fueled his desire further.
