As the pace quickened, Han Xin's thrusts became more urgent, his hips slamming against Xiang Yu's rounded cheeks. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, a primal rhythm that heightened their arousal. Han Xin's breath grew ragged, his control slipping as he lost himself in the raw, unadulterated pleasure.
"Ah, fuck..." Han Xin growled, his voice raw and unfiltered. His thrusts became longer and harder, his body demanding more as he sank deeper into Xiang Yu's welcoming warmth. Xiang Yu's cries echoed through the room, a mixture of pleasure and pain as Han Xin's relentless assault continued.
Han Xin's free hand roamed over Xiang Yu's body, caressing his back and tracing the curves of his spine. He leaned forward, his lips finding the tender spot where Xiang Yu's neck met his shoulder, and he bit down gently, marking him with a passionate kiss. Xiang Yu arched his back, pushing his buttocks against Han Xin's hips, urging him to go even deeper.
