[ Suddenly he notices the ropes pulled tight against Xiao Xingchen's neck. A moment later, Xue Yang's heart drops into his stomach.
His first death here was when Xiao Xingchen drowned him in the hot spring on accident, but that hadn't been a favor he'd wanted to repay. Surely it isn't something like Xiao Xingchen could succumb to that so easily, right? And yet he isn't moving, he doesn't even seem to be breathing-- ]
--zhang--
[ He nearly chokes on the word as he suddenly pulls himself out and lets Xiao Xingchen's body return to hanging in the middle. Even like this his head doesn't droop very far, which is what Xue Yang had originally wanted. That was all that rope was supposed to do.
Not this. Not like this. ]
Daozhang--!
[ There's desperation in his voice as he calls out, but there's no response. The feeling of Xue Yang's orgasm moments ago has vanished. There's an uncomfortable prickling under his skin, his heartbeat thuds in his ears, it feels hard to breathe...
Right, breathing--
Without even an instant's hesitation, Xue Yang pulls out his knife. The first ropes he cuts are the ones holding up Xiao Xingchen's neck. Then his leg, hips, and finally the ones holding up his torso. He holds Xiao Xingchen's body up easily, keeping him from falling even when the supports disappear.
The moment he's loose Xue Yang lays him down on the floor and starts to cut off the ropes. Untying them would take too long. His hope was that freeing Xiao Xingchen would quell the surge of panic starting to boil under the surface, but the more the ropes fall away without Xiao Xingchen responding, the worse it gets. ]
Daozhang! Daozhang!
[ If Xiao Xingchen's dead, then Xue Yang would... ]
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His first death here was when Xiao Xingchen drowned him in the hot spring on accident, but that hadn't been a favor he'd wanted to repay. Surely it isn't something like Xiao Xingchen could succumb to that so easily, right? And yet he isn't moving, he doesn't even seem to be breathing-- ]
--zhang--
[ He nearly chokes on the word as he suddenly pulls himself out and lets Xiao Xingchen's body return to hanging in the middle. Even like this his head doesn't droop very far, which is what Xue Yang had originally wanted. That was all that rope was supposed to do.
Not this. Not like this. ]
Daozhang--!
[ There's desperation in his voice as he calls out, but there's no response. The feeling of Xue Yang's orgasm moments ago has vanished. There's an uncomfortable prickling under his skin, his heartbeat thuds in his ears, it feels hard to breathe...
Right, breathing--
Without even an instant's hesitation, Xue Yang pulls out his knife. The first ropes he cuts are the ones holding up Xiao Xingchen's neck. Then his leg, hips, and finally the ones holding up his torso. He holds Xiao Xingchen's body up easily, keeping him from falling even when the supports disappear.
The moment he's loose Xue Yang lays him down on the floor and starts to cut off the ropes. Untying them would take too long. His hope was that freeing Xiao Xingchen would quell the surge of panic starting to boil under the surface, but the more the ropes fall away without Xiao Xingchen responding, the worse it gets. ]
Daozhang! Daozhang!
[ If Xiao Xingchen's dead, then Xue Yang would... ]