CHAPTER 652: DO WANT TO DO IT TO ME?

Xiang Yu chuckled, the sound brittle and uneven. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until a warm tear dropped onto Han Xin’s head. He sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his hand, startled by the emotion that had crept up on him.

Han Xin reached up, cupping Xiang Yu’s face with both hands. He kissed away the tears, one by one, then trailed soft kisses down his cheek, to his chin, and finally captured his lips.

Xiang Yu melted into the touch, his arms wrapping around Han Xin’s shoulders as they slowly lay back onto the bed. Their bodies pressed close, lips meeting again and again, the room filled with the quiet symphony of rustling silk, soft moans, and the gentle smacking of kisses. Soon their lips parted and their gazes locked together.

Han Xin’s fingers moved slowly through Xiang Yu’s hair, stroking each strand with reverence. His other arm held Xiang Yu tightly against him, as though anchoring him to the warmth of their shared breath. The room was quiet, the silk bedding rustling faintly beneath them, the lantern casting soft shadows across their entwined bodies.

Han Xin’s thumb brushed Xiang Yu’s cheek, his voice low and tender. "How have you been feeling?... Is it unbearable?"

Xiang Yu wrapped his arms around Han Xin’s neck, resting his forehead against Han Xin’s shoulder. "I am moody sometimes," he murmured. "My body aches, and when I use too much energy, my spiritual veins throb... but it’s not unbearable."

Han Xin bit his lower lip his heart aching. "My presence will help soothe you. How did you even manage when I wasn’t around?"

Xiang Yu smiled faintly and reached into the folds of his robe, pulling out Han Xin’s crown. "Your father left this for me. It holds traces of your divine power. Whenever I absorb it, I feel way better."

Han Xin’s gaze softened. "My divine power was stripped away... but I can still be of use to you."

Xiang Yu chuckled, brushing his fingers along Han Xin’s jaw. "You are definitely useful. I feel so relaxed just by touching you."

He pulled Han Xin down gently, kissing him softly on the lips. Their mouths met with quiet affection, the kind that spoke of years of longing.

Han Xin stared into Xiang Yu’s eyes, his own shimmering with emotion. He hesitated, then whispered, "Do you... do you want to do it to me?"

His voice cracked slightly, and he bit his lip, ears flushed red. He knew he couldn’t satisfy all of Xiang Yu’s needs with his current strength. But he wanted to give what he could, to ease the discomfort, to be enough.

Xiang Yu blinked, confused for a moment. Then realisation dawned, and his eyes widened slightly.

Han Xin looked away seeming bashful like a blushing bride begging for her husband to consummate their marriage.

Xiang Yu’s hand reached for his, fingers lacing together. "Are you serious?" Xiang Yu’s voice was a low rumble, his hands pressing down on Han Xin’s bare chest.

Han Xin’s fingers curled into the flesh of Xiang Yu’s waist, right over the faint, pink marks left from their time in the tub. He shifted his hips, a slow, teasing grind that made his own intention and his own hardness perfectly clear. "It’s already hard for you."

A soft, breathless laugh escaped Xiang Yu. "But I am inexperienced." His gaze was a physical thing, a dark, hungry weight that pinned Han Xin to the bed. He stared for what felt like an eternity, his eyes tracing the powerful lines of Han Xin’s torso, the defined ridges of muscle that shifted with every steady breath.

"It doesnt matter, my love." Han Xin’s voice was a velvet murmur as his hands slid up, tracing the hard lines of Xiang Yu’s abs, the defined ridges of his pectorals. His touch was a slow, worshipping caress, a stark contrast to the raw hunger in his eyes.

Xiang Yu flipped Han Xin over and straddled him. He pushed the long, dark curtain of his hair back, the motion fluid and enticing, baring his torso to the latern light. He leaned down, his soft hand unbearably gentle as it traced the line of Han Xin’s jaw. He wanted to feel every part of Han Xin. His thumb brushed over his lover’s lower lip, a silent command that Han Xin obeyed, parting his lips to suck the digit in, his tongue swirling around the soft skin. The taste was pure Xiang Yu, sweet and tantalising.

Their kiss began not as a clash, but as a slow, searing fusion. Xiang Yu’s mouth covered his, hot and demanding, yet impossibly tender. It wasn’t just a meeting of lips; it was a deep, searching connection that made the world outside dissolve into nothing. Han Xin’s hands came up, tangling in the inky black waves of Xiang Yu’s hair, holding him there, needing him to never stop. The kiss deepened, tongues sliding against each other, a wet, frantic dance that spoke of hunger held back for far too long. Xiang Yu groaned against his lips, his pleasant cries vibrating through Han Xin, setting every nerve ending alight.

Han Xin’s hands came up to cradle Xiang Yu’s back, his fingers splaying across the toned muscles that shifted and flexed under his touch. The kiss deepened further, a fusion of heat and want. Sounds of wet, open-mouthed kissing and low, satisfied groans filled the bedroom, a private symphony of their love.

Xiang Yu’s tongue swept into Han Xin’s mouth, tasting the unique addictive flavor that was simply Han Xin. He fucked his husband’s mouth with his tongue, a slow, deep rhythm that promised so much more. Han Xin met him thrust for thrust, his own hands roaming, clutching at Xiang Yu’s back as if he might disappear.

When Xiang Yu broke for air, he didn’t go far. He dragged his lips along the line of Han Xin’s jaw, down the column of his throat, finding the frantic pulse that beat there.

He bit and sucked at the sensitive skin there, marking him causing Han Xin to gasp and arch his spine.