Sending pictures.

Han Xin's body tensed, every muscle taut as he reached the precipice of pleasure. He imagined Xiang Yu's fingers digging into his hips, holding him firmly as he thrust against him, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. With a final, desperate groan, Han Xin surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his seed spurting from his cock in hot, wet bursts.

The release was intense, leaving Han Xin trembling and breathless. His eyes fluttered open, and he found himself alone in the shower, the water still running over his spent body. The pheromone sensor continued to beep, a silent witness to the passion that had just consumed him.