The humid air clung to their skin, thick with the scent of heated wood and a strong fragrance of sandalwood blended with plumeria. Xiang Yu's groan was a low, resonant vibration against Han Xin's chest, a sound of pure fucking pleasure that went straight to Han Xin's cock. Xiang Yu turned with his back towards Han Xin kneeling in the water.
Han Xin swiftly grabbed hold of him. His arms tightened, a possessive band of muscle around Xiang Yu's torso, his hips finding a slow, grinding rhythm that made the water in the wooden tub slosh gently around their entangled figures. Feeling Xiang Yu's pants that were down his thighs were getting in the way, he took them off and tossed them to the very edge of the tub.
"Fuck, Xin-ge…" Xiang Yu gasped, his head lolling back, the strong column of his throat exposed and begging to be tasted.
