Xiang Yu could only nod, his mind fogged with pleasure. Han Xin's thrusts were relentless, driving him closer to the edge with each movement.
When he finally came, it was with a cry of Han Xin's name, his body trembling with the intensity of his release. His cum splurt on his chest and abdomen. Even Han Xin's now creased shirt was not spared leaving obvious wet marks.
"Xin-ge—" Xiang Yu started, but his words were cut off as Han Xin spun him around, pressing him hard against the cold glass of the window. The chill seeped through his skin, making his nipples harden instantly.
Han Xin pulled Xiang Yu's head back and plastered their lips together. He kissed his man with a hunger that made Xiang Yu's knees weak.
The kiss started slow, tender, but it didn't stay that way for long. Han Xin's tongue pushed past his lips, claiming his mouth with a ferocity that left Xiang Yu gasping.
