Han Xin's patience, a well known fact in the divine realm, was utterly incinerated by the sight of Xiang Yu straddling his lap, water sloshing gently against the carved sides. His need for this man was a physical pressure, an intense ache in his gut and a hard, insistent throb against the fabric of Xiang Yu's pants.
He circled the entrance slowly, feeling the muscle flutter against his touch. Xiang Yu gasped, a sharp intake of breath that ended on a moan, his entire body trembling like a plucked bowstring.
"Xin-ge…" Xiang Yu breathed, the title a plea.
Han Xin didn't make him wait. He pressed the pad of his middle finger against the tight ring of muscle, the water providing a slick, welcoming heat. With a low groan that vibrated directly into Xiang Yu's ear, he pushed his finger inside, just to the first knuckle. The clench around him was exquisite, a velvet fist. Xiang Yu's hands flew to the edges of the tub, his knuckles turning white as he held on.
