"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."
"Certainly not your cock," Huaisang agrees, just a hint of teasing showing through his aloof demeanor before he makes a quick retreat.
He returns two days later, a pair of guards in front of him carrying a bolted iron box with Xue Yang's arm inside. They set it down on the ground in front of Huaisang.
Wary of the arm and its owner, Huaisang nudges the box with his toe before he considers Xue Yang, assessing his mood to decide whether this course of action is safe. "Good afternoon, Xue Yang."
"True!" he laughs, slightly unhinged, but, all things considered, that is good for him. The sound fades as Huaisang leaves and Xue Yang lets himself fall into a deep reverie, losing track of time. Hours pass...days...and then those footsteps return. He blinks back to life and picks himself up, chains dragging against the floor.
"Noble Lord! Welcome back." he giggles and comes into the light, "Do you have a present for me?"
"I do," Huaisang confirms, fluttering his fan shyly and considering Xue Yang over the edge of it. "If you're going to be good for me again."
He nods to one of the guards with him. "Move it to within his reach. He can open it himself." Huaisang remembers how violent and uncontrollable his brother's arm was. Even though Xue Yang seems lucid, Huaisang isn't inclined to take any chances.
"I'll be good for you." he watches the guards, however, body tense. When the box is within reach, he shifts the chains and pulls open the top. His arm twitches inside, sensing freedom and Xue Yang grabs it quickly. He pushes it against his shoulder, amazed when his body immediately starts to knit the limb back into place.
"It feels strange..." he stretches out the arm when it feels fully connected, giving Huaisang a little smirk, "Thank you."
Huaisang's eyes widen in scared awe as the arm seals itself onto Xue Yang's body. He swallows once it's done, cheeks flushed, and waves his hand to dismiss his guards.
He imagines the same thing happening to his brother, body sealing itself back together, flesh and spirit intact.
"All right." Wen Ruohan is dead and Jin Guangyao will soon be undone. Huaisang has little to fear from a betrayal. He steps forward to the door of the cage. "You'll serve me now, and I'll see to it that your needs and desires are met."
Fierce Corpses are filled to the brim with energy. That energy helps them do things the living cannot. Xue Yang hates being trapped in a body that should be rotting, but if he can gain some pleasure out of it, maybe it won't be so bad.
He flexes his fingers and then breaks the chains, letting them fall, at last, around his feet.
"I'll do anything you ask of me." he steps out of the circle of broken chains and walks to the bars, "I'll be loyal to you. I wasn't very loyal to Wen Ruohan or Jin Guangyao, but they aren't Nie Huaisang."
Huaisang gasps as the chains snap, proving that they'd never bound Xue Yang at all, that he'd only remained because he hadn't wished to leave. It's the best possible proof of his words, though Huaisang's heart hammers with fear.
Unlocking the gate, he steps back from it, letting Xue Yang open it to walk free. "Come here. You wanted a kiss, didn't you?"
He has a mind and will of his own. Someone like Wei Wuxian could control him with his flute, but if he is left to his own devices, Xue Yang truly hasn't changed much. New scars and tragedies are the thread that knits his life together at this point.
What does he have to lose for pursuing a pretty noble?
Pushing open the gate the moment the lock the clicks open, Xue Yang grins and moves to stand before Huaisang.
But only momentarily. A split second later, he kneels before the other man, dark eyes wicked.
Huaisang's breath quickens as Xue Yang steps close, and it takes effort to keep himself in place as he looks up at Xue Yang. But then the fierce corpse kneels before him. Huaisang smiles, reaching out to gently caress Xue Yang's cheek.
"I do now."
Bending down, Huaisang tips Xue Yang's chin up lightly and claims his mouth in a gentle kiss.
The caress is like food given to a starving man for him. Xue Yang presses into the contact shamelessly, making soft sounds in his throat. He is cautious about moving his hands - lest he send Huaisang backing away from him. That is the last thing he wants!
Tipping his head back with a brilliant smile, he returns the gentle pressure, parting his lips to lick at the seam of Huaisang's mouth.
"A-Sang, I can make you come right here...right now...if you give me a chance."
Huaisang nods, caressing his thumb over Xue Yang's lower lip as he watches him. He's curious about what his new and terrifying pet has in mind, and Xue Yang is beautiful. Even undead, he has an ethereal beauty to his face. "Go on, then. Make me feel good."
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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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He returns two days later, a pair of guards in front of him carrying a bolted iron box with Xue Yang's arm inside. They set it down on the ground in front of Huaisang.
Wary of the arm and its owner, Huaisang nudges the box with his toe before he considers Xue Yang, assessing his mood to decide whether this course of action is safe. "Good afternoon, Xue Yang."
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"Noble Lord! Welcome back." he giggles and comes into the light, "Do you have a present for me?"
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He nods to one of the guards with him. "Move it to within his reach. He can open it himself." Huaisang remembers how violent and uncontrollable his brother's arm was. Even though Xue Yang seems lucid, Huaisang isn't inclined to take any chances.
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"It feels strange..." he stretches out the arm when it feels fully connected, giving Huaisang a little smirk, "Thank you."
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He imagines the same thing happening to his brother, body sealing itself back together, flesh and spirit intact.
"All right." Wen Ruohan is dead and Jin Guangyao will soon be undone. Huaisang has little to fear from a betrayal. He steps forward to the door of the cage. "You'll serve me now, and I'll see to it that your needs and desires are met."
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He flexes his fingers and then breaks the chains, letting them fall, at last, around his feet.
"I'll do anything you ask of me." he steps out of the circle of broken chains and walks to the bars, "I'll be loyal to you. I wasn't very loyal to Wen Ruohan or Jin Guangyao, but they aren't Nie Huaisang."
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Unlocking the gate, he steps back from it, letting Xue Yang open it to walk free. "Come here. You wanted a kiss, didn't you?"
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What does he have to lose for pursuing a pretty noble?
Pushing open the gate the moment the lock the clicks open, Xue Yang grins and moves to stand before Huaisang.
But only momentarily. A split second later, he kneels before the other man, dark eyes wicked.
"The question is: do you want to kiss me?"
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"I do now."
Bending down, Huaisang tips Xue Yang's chin up lightly and claims his mouth in a gentle kiss.
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Tipping his head back with a brilliant smile, he returns the gentle pressure, parting his lips to lick at the seam of Huaisang's mouth.
"A-Sang, I can make you come right here...right now...if you give me a chance."
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