CHAPTER 646: NSFW

Han Xin sat quietly, fingers brushing the jade pendant resting against his chest. His voice trembled, unguarded. "I fell in love with you the moment I saw you." Xiang Yu blinked slowly, heart thudding.

"That night," Han Xin continued, "I thought you were the demon causing trouble. I appeared from the shadows and attacked without hesitation. It was easy to restrain you... too easy. I had never had trouble vanquishing demons. I was ready to finish it."

He paused, eyes distant, lost in the memory. "But then I saw your eyes. And my heart... it staggered. It had never beat hard for anyone before. But yours... those eyes they caused an itch deep in my soul. And the scent of plumeria around you... it felt so familiar. It ignited something in me, something I had never felt before."

Xiang Yu’s breath caught again, this time deeper, heavier.

"At the time," He continued, his voice low and steady, "I thought you had some kind of love potion on you. But with my divine power, how could I be affected so easily? I wanted to investigate further. But when I came back... you were gone. All I had left was this."

His fingers brushed the jade pendant resting against his chest, reverent and slow, as though it held the memory of Xiang Yu’s presence.

"I wanted to find you. To make sense of what happened to me that night. But when I consulted my cousin, he told me about a love gu called Gu of Boundless Yearning. It’s rare but it exists. He said it could affect divine beings too... so I assumed it must have been that... I regret ever listening to him. I could have come to find you sooner."

Xiang Yu sat in stunned silence, his thoughts spiraling. He remembered the second time they met. Han Xin was unconscious. He clung to him with desperate strength, his fingers digging into his skin like he was trying to brand him. And at the inn, Han Xin had kissed him. It had been his first kiss. He hadn’t known what it meant then. But now, it all made sense.

Han Xin turned to the folding screen but he was looking past it, his eyes shining with emotion. "I am glad it was you who found me. I am so happy you came to rescue me... I am happy it was you."

Xiang Yu’s heart thudded, too loud in his chest.

Han Xin sighed, the sound lost in the humid silence of the bathhouse, his words hanging there, too. Raw and exposed. "My heart has been yours since long before this whole thing started, Yu Yu... It was always you."

A sharp intake of breath and the rustle of fabric came from behind the screen. Han Xin followed the shadowy figure his mind in turmoil. He was afraid that Xiang Yu might have thought he had offloaded such an emotional burden on him he wasn’t prepared for thus he was anxious. He feared Xiang Yu would run away.

For a moment, Xiang Yu stood frozen, his formidable frame a dark silhouette against the paper panels, his expression utterly shattered. The vulnerability there, the dazed disbelief, twisted something deep in Han Xin’s gut.

"Yu Yu?" Han Xin’s voice was soft, a question and an apology. He moved in the water, the liquid sloshing as he started to rise, to go to him, to explain.

Xiang Yu moved first. His steps were urgent, consuming the space between them in a heartbeat. He didn’t pause at the tub’s edge. He climbed right in, boots and all. Water erupted over the sides, a warm flood crashing onto the wooden floor. Fuck the water, fuck the mess. He reached for Han Xin, his large hand cradling his husband’s jaw, the other tangling in the wet hair at his nape, and he pulled him into a kiss that was nothing short of a conquest.

It was a hard, desperate claiming of lips and tongue, a silent answer to every unspoken doubt. Han Xin’s hands flew to the tub’s edge, gripping the wet wood to hold them steady, his mind reeling from the sudden, fierce onslaught of sensation. The taste of him. The feel of his clothes, rough and wet against his skin. But his fingers, slick and trembling, slipped from their hold.

They fell back together in a tremendous splash, water crashing over the floor. Xiang Yu landed on top, straddling Han Xin’s hips in the deep tub, the kiss never breaking, only growing more frantic, more heated. His soaked robes clung to every hard plane of his body, a second skin Han Xin was desperate to tear away.

Han Xin’s hands came up, sliding over the drenched silk plastered to Xiang Yu’s broad back, down to the powerful curve of his ass. He gripped him through the fabric, kneading the firm flesh, pulling his husband’s body harder against his own.

"I want you," Han Xin gasped against Xiang Yu’s mouth, his voice rough with want. "I want you so much Yu Yu."

With a growl, Han Xin’s fingers hooked into the collar of Xiang Yu’s robe. He pulled, the fabric tearing with a satisfying rip, exposing the strong column of Xiang Yu’s throat. He didn’t waste a second. His mouth was there, sucking a dark mark into the skin, laving it with his tongue before biting down just enough to make Xiang Yu groan, a raw, ragged sound of pure pleasure.

"Fuck, Xin-ge," Xiang Yu breathed, his head falling back, offering more.

Han Xin frantically pushed the ruined robe from Xiang Yu’s shoulders. It billowed in the water for a moment before sinking, a dark cloud around them. His hands were everywhere, mapping the familiar territory of his husband’s body like he was starved for it. He palmed Xiang Yu’s ass through his pants, gripping the two perfect handfuls of muscle, grinding their hips together. The friction was insane, the rough wet cloth rubbing against Han Xin’s naked cock.

"I need to feel you, Yu Yu," Han Xin muttered, his lips tracing a wet path down Xiang Yu’s collarbone. He kissed a trail over a peaked nipple, sucking it through the thin, soaked undershirt, making Xiang Yu buck against him.

His fingers, desperate and seeking, slid past the band of Xiang Yu’s pants. He finally touched skin, that hot, smooth flesh he dreamed about. He cupped his ass, squeezing, and his middle finger slid lower, tracing the cleft until it brushed against the tight, hidden pucker there.

Xiang Yu jolted as if electrocuted, a guttural moan ripped from his throat. "Xin-ge."

"I want to fuck you right here, Yu Yu," Han Xin whispered, his voice a dark promise against Xiang Yu’s skin. He pressed the pad of his finger against that tight ring of muscle, applying a gentle, insistent pressure. He kissed his way back up to Xiang Yu’s mouth, his finger still playing at his entrance. "You are so beautiful," he murmured against his lips. He sucked Xiang Yu’s lower lip into his mouth, biting down gently.