[Xiao Xingchen's Adam's apple bobs against the rope as he swallows. Fear for his life flashes in his eyes, but he scrunches them shut again before Xue Yang can notice. Not that it would be an unfamiliar look to the man - the rope is warmer on his skin than the cold metal of a blade - he feels even more dangerous to show it, after Xue Yang's actions today.
Floating and weightless, yet unable to move for fear of the rope closing around his neck-- the ropes play on his nerves in different ways than anything he's felt before. He doesn't try to move now, only looking a bit helpless back at Xue Yang, flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat after his ministrations. Even speaking might move him too much for the rope, his instincts tell him, so only his chest rising and falling is the only movement he allows for himself.
He doesn't doubt that Xue Yang has been waiting for an opportunity like this. If he found his words, he want to ask one thing.
Would doing that keep him from ever falling too hard into a bad mood again?]
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Floating and weightless, yet unable to move for fear of the rope closing around his neck-- the ropes play on his nerves in different ways than anything he's felt before. He doesn't try to move now, only looking a bit helpless back at Xue Yang, flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat after his ministrations. Even speaking might move him too much for the rope, his instincts tell him, so only his chest rising and falling is the only movement he allows for himself.
He doesn't doubt that Xue Yang has been waiting for an opportunity like this. If he found his words, he want to ask one thing.
Would doing that keep him from ever falling too hard into a bad mood again?]