[Xiao Xingchen does think of his friend, even as he takes a hissed breath when Xue Yang spreads stinging flecks across his skin. Even the most feather-light touch to his nipples makes his body jolt with the heat shooting down to his cock, the helplessness amplifying every touch in a way he's become too familiar with. He tries to turn away on instinct but only his head has the slightest freedom, baring more of his neck as the rope presses into it.
The two of them no longer have a secret place to meet anymore. With how things are now, he has to wonder how long it will be until they can see each other again. Xue Yang took care to be more thorough than he had in the past.
So often has the man insisted that Xiao Xingchen is his, and he always vehemently dismissed such an idea. But how can he possibly argue against it now?
His friends, his business-- the rest of his life here are so distant, being pushed to the fringes of his mind. In Xue Yang's voice, he can hear the intent to banish every other thought completely.]
no subject
The two of them no longer have a secret place to meet anymore. With how things are now, he has to wonder how long it will be until they can see each other again. Xue Yang took care to be more thorough than he had in the past.
So often has the man insisted that Xiao Xingchen is his, and he always vehemently dismissed such an idea. But how can he possibly argue against it now?
His friends, his business-- the rest of his life here are so distant, being pushed to the fringes of his mind. In Xue Yang's voice, he can hear the intent to banish every other thought completely.]