Han Xin wrapped his arms around Xiang Yu, lifting him off the bed completely. Xiang Yu clung to him, his legs wrapping around Han Xin's waist as they stood together, their bodies slick with sweat.
Han Xin kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling as he thrust up into him, the angle changing just enough to make Xiang Yu see stars.
Xiang Yu's hands gripped Han Xin's shoulders tighter, his nails leaving crescent-shaped marks in the skin. "Fuck—fuck me, Xin-ge," he begged, his voice broken and raw. "Don't stop ngh ngh—please don't stop."
Han Xin obliged, his movements becoming even more ruthless, more feral. He pulled Xiang Yu's buttocks apart with one hand, driving into him with brutal force. Xiang Yu's body jolted with each thrust, his cock twitching as another orgasm began to build, even though he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore.
