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[illicitly]

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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]

[ 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. ]