He has a feeling he hasn't seen the last of it and he can't decide if that's better or not. It's not like the arm will change his circumstances. Xiao Xingchen is still dead and he is still a Fierce Corpse.
"Probably. I expect him to be mad."
And out for blood. Mingjue was pretty stubborn in life. Death won't improve that trait.
"I'll see what I can do about your arm." He already has it, but he doesn't want to turn it over until it's advantageous.
"So you... you want me to let you out, and you'll serve me like you served Jin Guangyao and Wen Ruohan." Huaisang furrows his brow, laying this out slowly like he's still trying to puzzle it out. "But you're a fierce corpse now. You don't need food and rest and whatever else they gave you. How do I know you won't just slaughter me and my clan and then go on a rampage if I let you out?"
"I'll wait with bated breath!" he knocks his shoulder against the bars, feeling no pain when it should be agony, "Mm something like that." his eyes are lidded again and he licks his lips, "You're more my...type. We could have much more than a mere partnership, Huaisang."
He laughs and murmurs: "Orgasms are called little deaths sometimes, aren't they?"
Huaisang's eyes flared wide at that suggestion, startled to realize that Xue Yang was flirting with him. He ducked completely behind his fan, lowering it slowly to peek over the edge. "Are you even capable of that?"
His fan lowered a little more, still covering his mouth, and he tapped it against his lips twice. "Show me."
"Am I capable of what? Oh this?" Xue Yang turns to the side, readjusting the chains so that Huaisang can see the bulge at the front of his pants, "I might be colder than other lovers, but I'll be very eager."
Especially with two arms. That would help a lot! He chuckles and turns back to face Huaisang, eyes bright.
"So that's what you want..." he snickers, the sound a little breathless. Scooting the chains up, he manages to unfasten his pants and slip a hand inside. Pulling his cock free, he angles himself so Huaisang won't have any trouble seeing.
But he also wants to watch him. Biting his lip, he begins to stroke himself, shivering.
"Mmm it still works. But I...nn...doubt I could get...anyone...mm...pregnant."
"You'd have a hard time getting me pregnant anyway," Huaisang pointed out, blushing deeply as he watches this. He doesn't look away, always focused on either Xue Yang's expression or his cock. His own cock is hardening quickly, though it's hard to tell that through his layers of robes.
"I prefer men, so it wasn't much of a worry to begin with!" he gasps and strokes himself quicker, awed that he has Huaisang's undivided attention. He never thought he would!
"I like men...I can...mmm...really hold. No one too big. And...nn pretty faces. I like those too."
Huaisang's cheeks are burning as Xue Yang describes him. He can imagine it, being grasped in Xue Yang's arms, filled deeply by that lovely large cock. "I would expect a fierce corpse to be tireless. How many rounds can you go?"
"As many as you want." he slows his stroking and moves closer to the bars, never looking away from Huaisang's face. His cock twitches excitedly and his breathing catches.
"Oh, will you lull me to sleep?" Huaisang's fan finally lowers past his lips, which are curved in an amused smile. "Will you be so boring that I'm yawning?"
"Big claims." Huaisang licks his lips, blushing heatedly as he watches Xue Yang stroking himself. He's deeply tempted, but he's also not sure that Xue Yang is safe. If he lets Xue Yang out, he's not sure he can get him back in the cage. "How do I know you'd put any effort toward my pleasure? Probably you'd just take what you want and leave me hurt."
Making a low sound in his chest, he kneels down, his hand still wrapped around his cock.
"This is where I would start. I would use my mouth on you first, Huaisang. I'll suck and lick wherever you like until you can't take anymore." he barely suppresses a shudder, "Then I'll make use of those pretty oils I'm sure you possess. It's better if you're slick. I want you begging for me."
He raises himself onto his feet and tucks his arm behind him. His cock is still out in the open as he walks forward, a small intrigued smirk on his lips.
"Yes, noble lord?" he raises his brows in mock innocence, "Do you have some use for me?"
Huaisang comes closer, careful about his approach and ready at all times to leap back.
He comes all the way up to the bars, reaching out a light hand to caress Xue Yang's erect cock. His eyes remain on Xue Yang's face, muscles tight and alert in anticipation of a possible attack.
The first touch takes his breath away and he shudders against the chains. He lets out a low sound, pleasured to the point where he has to rest his head against the bars.
"Huaisang..." he whispers, longing for more. Needing more. Nudging his face between the bars, he tries to kiss any part he can reach.
Huaisang draws away slightly, unwilling to be touched. He's still skittish of his dangerous new pet, still wary that Xue Yang's cooperation and promises of loyalty are all a trick.
But he's enjoying watching Xue Yang's pleasure, and he's tempted by the possibility of keeping him and taming him. His hand keeps on stroking, curious about whether a fierce corpse really can come.
He pouts at the immediate reaction, resting his cheeks against the bars. They are horribly cold and unforgiving against his skin; so unlike Huaisang's soft, warm skin.
"I just want to curl up with you." Xue Yang whines, thrusting against the hand on him. The touch is driving him mad, making him harder and harder until he is certain he can't hold back. His breathing is heavy and hot and he grabs hold of one of his chains, squeezing it until his knuckles are white.
Then he does indeed climax. Gasping and arching his back, he releases, groaning. While his body isn't warm, he does feel the lingering effects of the pleasure, shivering against his bonds.
Huaisang catches the seed in his hand, letting it drip for a moment while he reaches out and caresses a gentle hand over Xue Yang's hair. His blood is racing in his veins and his own cock is aching, mind all too eager to imagine taking Xue Yang up on his suggestions. "You did well. I'm pleased with you. I'll see what can be done about your arm."
He cups Xue Yang's cheek gently, giving him a smile, then lifts his other hand to let Xue Yang take it, trusting him with that much. "Clean it off?"
The fact that Huaisang isn't disgusted by his seed amazes him. Xue Yang leans into every touch hungrily, acting like a starved cat. If only these chains weren't binding him! If only the iron bars weren't in the way.
"You're magnanimous." he grins and turns his head, quickly kissing Huaisang's palm, "As you wish."
Parting his lips, he sucks on each fingers, lapping up the liquid and cleaning Huaisang's hand thoroughly.
Huaisang stays closer as he does it, no longer so skittish about the possibility of being grabbed. His free hand plays gently with Xue Yang's hair while he completes his task, petting him until Xue Yang finishes.
Drawing away, Huaisang unfurls his fan again, retreating behind it with a blush as his expression turns inscrutable again. "Be patient. I'll be back in a day or two, and we'll see what can be done about your arm."
The sensation of being pet is soothing and he hasn't had much that is soothing in...
Years. He sighs sadly when he can no longer reach the other man, but he tries to be a gentleman by tucking his cock away and rearranging his robes. So Fierce Corpses can ejaculate? That is interesting. He giggles a little to himself.
"I hope you dream about me." he murmurs, moving back into the cell and sitting down with a clank, "That used to be a less disgusting prospect. But thank you for teaching me not all of me is dead."
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"Probably. I expect him to be mad."
And out for blood. Mingjue was pretty stubborn in life. Death won't improve that trait.
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"So you... you want me to let you out, and you'll serve me like you served Jin Guangyao and Wen Ruohan." Huaisang furrows his brow, laying this out slowly like he's still trying to puzzle it out. "But you're a fierce corpse now. You don't need food and rest and whatever else they gave you. How do I know you won't just slaughter me and my clan and then go on a rampage if I let you out?"
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He laughs and murmurs: "Orgasms are called little deaths sometimes, aren't they?"
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His fan lowered a little more, still covering his mouth, and he tapped it against his lips twice. "Show me."
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Especially with two arms. That would help a lot! He chuckles and turns back to face Huaisang, eyes bright.
"You couldn't call me a bed-warmer!"
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"Show me. I want to see." He licked his lips behind the fan, blushing with anticipation of this little show.
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But he also wants to watch him. Biting his lip, he begins to stroke himself, shivering.
"Mmm it still works. But I...nn...doubt I could get...anyone...mm...pregnant."
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"I like men...I can...mmm...really hold. No one too big. And...nn pretty faces. I like those too."
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"Until you...fall asleep..."
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His lips twist - not completely amused.
"I've had a lot of experience. But I know how to keep myself clean too."
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"This is where I would start. I would use my mouth on you first, Huaisang. I'll suck and lick wherever you like until you can't take anymore." he barely suppresses a shudder, "Then I'll make use of those pretty oils I'm sure you possess. It's better if you're slick. I want you begging for me."
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"Come here," he beckons, licking his lips as he watches Xue Yang. "Put your hand behind your back."
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"Yes, noble lord?" he raises his brows in mock innocence, "Do you have some use for me?"
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He comes all the way up to the bars, reaching out a light hand to caress Xue Yang's erect cock. His eyes remain on Xue Yang's face, muscles tight and alert in anticipation of a possible attack.
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"Huaisang..." he whispers, longing for more. Needing more. Nudging his face between the bars, he tries to kiss any part he can reach.
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But he's enjoying watching Xue Yang's pleasure, and he's tempted by the possibility of keeping him and taming him. His hand keeps on stroking, curious about whether a fierce corpse really can come.
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"I just want to curl up with you." Xue Yang whines, thrusting against the hand on him. The touch is driving him mad, making him harder and harder until he is certain he can't hold back. His breathing is heavy and hot and he grabs hold of one of his chains, squeezing it until his knuckles are white.
Then he does indeed climax. Gasping and arching his back, he releases, groaning. While his body isn't warm, he does feel the lingering effects of the pleasure, shivering against his bonds.
"...thank you, Huaisang."
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He cups Xue Yang's cheek gently, giving him a smile, then lifts his other hand to let Xue Yang take it, trusting him with that much. "Clean it off?"
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"You're magnanimous." he grins and turns his head, quickly kissing Huaisang's palm, "As you wish."
Parting his lips, he sucks on each fingers, lapping up the liquid and cleaning Huaisang's hand thoroughly.
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Drawing away, Huaisang unfurls his fan again, retreating behind it with a blush as his expression turns inscrutable again. "Be patient. I'll be back in a day or two, and we'll see what can be done about your arm."
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Years. He sighs sadly when he can no longer reach the other man, but he tries to be a gentleman by tucking his cock away and rearranging his robes. So Fierce Corpses can ejaculate? That is interesting. He giggles a little to himself.
"I hope you dream about me." he murmurs, moving back into the cell and sitting down with a clank, "That used to be a less disgusting prospect. But thank you for teaching me not all of me is dead."
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