[Xiao Xingchen tenses at the sudden embrace. Under the straps and flowers made of white lace that adorn his body now, he feels even more the prey of the spider, now in its very grip. He doesn't pull away, his hesitation melting away slightly in the familiar warmth as his head feels light from both how flustered he is and the many questions spinning in his mind.

He never thought he would care if others would remember him or not, but his other closest friends here are all immortals. To them, his presence is surely just a brief ripple in the water, quickly forgotten after the water settles again. With most of the people he'll likely no longer meet in this world, he would prefer that they forget him so he would not trouble their hearts. Being missed by someone who only wants to use him and play with him, but with the same kind of life as his, so deeply intertwined with his... is a more complicated matter.]

Fate seems to always find new ways to swiftly reunite us.

[Said in a dry tone, clearly decrying his luck. Or at least as dry as he can when Xue Yang's cock presses against him. Remembering as he was held in place by unyielding metal, while being fucked from behind by the one he thought he could trust more than anyone else—he swallows hard as the ache between his legs becomes more insistent.]

Surely that's not why you have such a mechanism. [At least Xiao Xingchen hasn't heard of anyone else being caught in there, a fact he's both grateful for and embarrassed even more by.] If someone else had also come by and found me first...

[He naturally worries more about being seen than what anyone else would possibly have done. Even the thought of someone else finding him with his intimate area completely on display makes him feel ready to die on the spot.

Should it be strange, however, that Xue Yang seeing could be less shameful?]