A splash of NSFW

"No... don't," Xiang Yu gasped, grabbing Han Xin's hand. "You will get your pants dirty."

Han Xin swallowed, his gaze never leaving Xiang Yu's face. He bit his lower lip lightly, realizing that Xiang Yu was worried about him. His dissatisfaction from earlier was completely gone, replaced by a deep desire to please Xiang Yu. He felt no resistance to kneel on that floor for this man.

Han Xin's breath was warm against Xiang Yu's ear as he leaned in, his voice a mere whisper. "Your Highness, just enjoy it." His words were like a spell, sending a shivers all over Xiang Yu's body.

As he spoke, Han Xin's lips brushed against the corner of Xiang Yu's mouth, a fleeting touch that left the man yearning for more. Their eyes locked a silent communication of desire and consent.