"No, it's the same thing. Just drink yours," Xiang Yu protested, his voice laced with amusement.
But Han Xin was relentless. He sniffed at Xiang Yu's neck, his warm breath sending goosebumps down Xiang Yu's arms. "Yu Yu, don't be stingy. Just a sip."
As he spoke, Han Xin's hands roamed freely, caressing Xiang Yu's abs and chest, his touch sending waves of pleasure through Xiang Yu's body. Xiang Yu tried to suppress a moan, his laughter turning into a soft, breathless sound.
"What are you doing? Someone will see," Xiang Yu whispered, his voice laced with both excitement and concern.
Han Xin's response was to gently suck on Xiang Yu's neck, his lips leaving a mark that would serve as a secret reminder of this moment. "Just a sip, babe," he whispered, his voice a low, seductive purr.
