"Fuck, I'm going to—" Xiang Yu's words were cut off by a sharp gasp as he climaxed, his hips thrusting forward before a thick stream of cum splattered across Han Xin's cheek, dripping down his chin and onto his chest. Han Xin's eyes fluttered closed, his tongue darting out to taste the warmth on his lips.
The room was silent except for their heavy breathing, the air thick with the scent of sex and satisfaction. Xiang Yu's gaze was intense, his chest heaving as he looked down at Han Xin.
He reached for the box of tissues on the desk, pulling out a few with practised ease. His movements were deliberate, his smirk never leaving his face as he leaned closer to Han Xin. Gently, he pressed the tissue to Han Xin's face, wiping away the lingering traces of their heated moment. The cum melted into the soft white tissue as Xiang Yu's fingers brushed against Han Xin's skin.
