"Please..." Han Xin whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
Xiang Yu's tongue darted out, licking the fabric directly over the nipple, tasting the salt of Han Xin's skin. Han Xin's hands slid into Xiang Yu's hair, holding him in place as he continued to lavish attention on the sensitive peak.
Xiang Yu's tongue circled the nipple, his breath hot against the damp fabric. He sucked the fabric into his mouth, gently biting down, the thin material providing little resistance. Han Xin arched his back, pushing his chest into Xiang Yu's mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Yes, just like that," Han Xin groaned, his voice thick with desire.
