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[It's a tight grip, one that hurts but Huaisang knows better than to struggle or scream, offering no resistance at all his wrists are bound to the bed. It's safer to keep silent, play along, and let Xue Yang have his way with him. He'd chosen surrender, after all. At least, for the time being.]

Why would I want to stop you? You fuck me so well.

[Somehow he does enjoy it, as messed up as it probably is to get off on all of this. Maybe the past ten years of relentless loneliness truly have driven him insane to think any of this was acceptable. His brother would have killed them both, Xue Yang by decapitation, Huaisang by the power of shame alone.

By all right, Huaisang should be terrified to be in such a vulnerable position with a known killer but he just feels numb. Maybe even a perverse curiosity and mild interest in just what the man plans on doing with him next.]

Will you be rough, Master Xue? Or do you want to go slower and savor things more this time?