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	» Age: 30s » Species: Human » A5 Card: Open » Seeking: Companionship, mainly. Friends, allies, and lovers, also welcome. » Preferences: Likeminded men and women. Not too old, not too young. » Interests: Fashion, art, calligraphy, antiques, poetry, politics, astronomy, bird collection, strategy games, and erotic literature. » Bio: Single sect leader seeking potential wife and cultivation partner, sexual companionship, and business associates. Additional benefits available.
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	Nie Huaisang

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[noneforyou]

[ Xue Yang likes that roughness, even (especially) on such a vulnerable part of his body. He gives an appreciative bite in return as the two of them work Nie Huaisang out of his robes the rest of the way.

He's assuming that he's going to take charge of this until Nie Huaisang makes motions otherwise. He's the type who will submit, but he doesn't offer such a thing: it needs to be asserted by someone willing to put in the work to make it worth his while. Until that happens, Xue Yang is more than happy to direct things himself.

So he rolls his hips into those touches and slowly threads his fingers into Nie Huaisang's hair as he continues marking Nie Huaisang's skin. Once he has enough purchase with his hand he grabs and tugs slightly, not a pull, but enough to make it clear he could if he wanted to. Then he starts to nudge the both of them towards the bed. ]

[illicitly]

[While Huaisang has generally preferred to be the one in charge of these encounters, lashing out his frustrations and stress upon Xue Yang, he's discovering there's relief in this. Not thinking, not planning, just surrendering himself to a force he can't fight off. The hand gripping his hair as Xue Yang pushes him, naked, toward the bed is remind Huaisang of the uncomfortable truth that he's not a fullly willing participant in these trysts and Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng aren't here to protect him anymore.

Rather than being repulsed by the thought, it excites him, like the rough handling. Huaisang's still not sure what to think of this side of himself still that Xue Yang keeps drawing out of him but right now, he doesn't want to think or feel at all so when the back of his legs hit the side of the bed, he sits down. Iimmediately, he starts rubbing his cheek all over the other man's crotch out of an almost animalistic survival instinct, pausing now and then to lightly bite Xue Yang through the cloth.

After a couple of minutes of this, Huaisang stops to look up at him with those big eyes that have fooled so many into believing him harmless.]

What would you like for me to do for you, Master Xue?

[The words flow out of him naturally, improvised and glib the way only a perfect liar with a keen, creative mind can manage on the fly. The role of the submissive man is an intimately familiar one, its performance flawless after so many years of practice. This is the first he's ever applies to this kind of scenarion, though...]

[noneforyou]

[ Within his pants, Xue Yang gets harder and harder under Nie Huaisang's attention. There's so many aspects to this that excite him: not just the nuzzling, but the power he has over Nie Huaisang, the memories of how intense their previous sessions have been... and yes, even the threat of those teeth on such a sensitive part of him.

At the address, Xue Yang laughs. No one has ever referred to him like that before, because he's never really had the dynamic where it would happen. He's never been with someone both obedient and willing who called him by name. The fact that it's a sect leader, and the younger brother of a man who was calling so vehemently for Xue Yang's death, just makes it all the sweeter.

He tightens his grip in Nie Huaisang's hair again as he surveys the room. The things that he'd left here last time are still around, arranged for easy access, and Xue Yang's gaze falls on the blindfold. The corner of his mouth quirks up.

He doesn't say anything. He just lets go, grabs the blindfold, and starts to put it on Nie Huaisang. His expression probably makes it clear that the two of them are of similar minds when it comes to how they're treating this relationship. Xue Yang looks almost affectionate, in the way one would look at a favored toy or pet, though he's not without the dangerous edge that's nearly always present. He's still working on securing it the last little bit when he leans down and resumes their heavy, biting kiss. ]

[illicitly]

[The glimpse of Xue Yang's expression that Huaisang gets just before the blindfold obscures his vision carries it's own strange sort of comfort. A physical relationship devoid of deep loyalty or emotion suits him just fine. The less he has to care, the fewer considerations he has to make about Xue Yang's well-being or feelings. There's freedom in simply not caring about the other person that make me much easier to act and respond with little inhibition.

Blindly, Huaisang kisses back, biting back with a bit more energy now as his hand gropes for Xue Yang's cock through his clothing, squeezing him hard and twisting, before breaking the kiss with a soft gasp before speaking again, a bit breathless.]

Master Xue, how can I please you today? I need instruction. Guidance on how you can use me.

[Because that's what they're doing here, isn't it? Using each other.]

[noneforyou]

[ It makes Xue Yang gasp into the kiss and continue to bite in return. The roughness suits him well, and if this weren't a day where he's planning to push Nie Huaisang down, he might consider demanding even more.

Instead he grabs Nie Huaisang's wrists and grips them tight enough to possibly start cutting off circulation. ]

Today I'm gonna tie you up and fuck you. And you're not gonna be able to stop me.

[ Not that he ever really can, Xue Yang thinks, but there's often at least the illusion of it.

He shoves him over backwards bodily, falling on top of him as he does so he can pin Nie Huaisang's hands up over his head against the bed. He gives one more biting kiss before he starts to tie his wrists together with the same rope as last time. ]

[illicitly]

[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?

[noneforyou]

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. ]