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I can do both.

[ He finishes tying the tie to the bed, making sure that Nie Huaisang's hands won't be going anywhere for a little while. Then he leans in and bites Nie Huaisang's lip.

That's all he gives for the moment, that teasing hint of violence with the undercurrent of sexual pleasure, as he shifts on the bed. Xue Yang settles with his legs straddling either side of Nie Huaisang's body, making a motion that could be like pinning him down as if they're not both well-aware that a cultivator's strength could easily send someone of Xue Yang's weight across the room even like this. But he's not worried about Nie Huaisang doing that.

Instead he slides a blade from his sleeve, letting the flat edge drag across the fabric in a way that makes a soft noise for Nie Huaisang to pick up on.

Xue Yang leans in and places a slow kiss on Nie Huaisang's neck, almost loving with how attentive it seems. On the other side of his neck, with the precise control of a cultivator, Xue Yang brings that blade to rest just on the surface of Nie Huaisang's skin, not enough to cut unless he deliberately moves himself into it (it's sharp, but not that sharp) but certainly enough to be felt. ]