Han Xin's gaze lingered on Xiang Yu's broad shoulders, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle beneath the t-shirt. Xiang Yu gasped, asking, "How are you going to pay me... for my services?"
Han Xin embraced Xiang Yu from behind, his arms wrapping around the man's waist possessively. "Like this," Han Xin murmured, his breath warm against Xiang Yu's ear.
Xiang Yu froze, his body stiffening under Han Xin's touch. A gasp escaped his lips as Han Xin's fingers trailed up his collarbone, light and teasing, before cupping his chin. Han Xin tilted Xiang Yu's head to the side, exposing the vulnerable curve of his neck.
The room seemed to grow warmer, the air heavy with unspoken desire. Han Xin leaned in, his lips brushing against Xiang Yu's skin, sending shivers down the man's spine.
