Xiang Yu awoke to a soft hum, his body feeling achy and raw. As awareness slowly seeped into his mind, he noticed the fresh evidence of their wild night. They were deep shades of purple and blue marking his skin where the belt had constrained him.
He blinked, eyes half-lidded, and let out a low groan, feeling the dull throb of bruises at his wrists. They weren't just marks of pain. They were trophies, battle scars from a night of overindulgence.
A smile crept onto his lips as he rubbed over the bruises, a reminder of the exhilarating thrill they had shared. Then, his attention shifted as he heard Han Xin's hesitant voice cutting through the haze. "Is it painful?"
Xiang Yu sat up, meeting Han Xin's gaze. The look on his husband's face was laced with guilt, guilt for his overindulgence the previous night.
Last night after being teased so much by his sweetheart, he had finally reached his limit. In fact, he had been tormented by Xiang Yu the entire time they were travelling.
