"Please what?" Han Xin murmured against his abs, his breath hot on the damp skin. He continued his descent, kissing and licking a trail down the tense plane of Xiang Yu's stomach.
He bit at the ropes crossing his hip, then soothed the spot with his tongue. He mouthed along the sensitive skin of Xiang Yu's inner thigh, the one suspended in the air, his hands stroking the strong muscle there.
One of those hands strayed, fingers wrapping around the base of Xiang Yu's weeping cock. The touch was electric, a jolt that made Xiang Yu's entire body jolt. Han Xin gave one slow, slick stroke, smearing the precum down the length of his shaft. Xiang Yu moaned, long and low, his gaze locked on Han Xin's face, his eyes wide and pleading.
