It looks good on you.

[ The words slip out easily and without much thought put into them, and he runs his fingers along the rope, towards Xiao Xingchen's crotch to brush over his erection.

His gaze wanders up to take in Xiao Xingchen's vulnerable expression, and after a moment his gaze shifts to his neck. That's right, if he leaves it like that, Xiao Xingchen is going to have to hold his head up himself. Xue Yang takes one of the thinner lengths of rope, carefully wraps it around Xiao Xingchen's neck several times, and secures the set with a knot to make sure it distributes weight evenly. Then he ties it up to the frame as well, making sure it's taught enough to support Xiao Xingchen's head in this position.

Satisfied with his work, he reaches in to slowly run his fingers along various parts of Xiao Xingchen's body, admiring how the ropes stand out so brightly against his skin with the black of his hair providing further contrast. ]

Now you can't do anything, right? Imagine if I left you like this, daozhang. I could come in here and admire you whenever I wanted.