Xue Yang gives a second bit to Nie Huaisang's neck, then a third, higher up, and then he's capturing his lips in a kiss. It's slow, lingering, almost sweet in the way it's affectionate, but with a dark undercurrent present in the way he pushes down a little too hard. One hand continues to grip at those robes, nearly pulling Nie Huaisang up off the road somewhat. The other goes for that knife and loosens it from the ground, slowly slides it down his neck and body little more than a hair's breadth from making contact with skin or clothes, before Xue Yang lets it slip back into his sleeve. ]
You're mine, and I'm going to enjoy you for as long as I want.
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[ It's said with a similar certainty.
Xue Yang gives a second bit to Nie Huaisang's neck, then a third, higher up, and then he's capturing his lips in a kiss. It's slow, lingering, almost sweet in the way it's affectionate, but with a dark undercurrent present in the way he pushes down a little too hard. One hand continues to grip at those robes, nearly pulling Nie Huaisang up off the road somewhat. The other goes for that knife and loosens it from the ground, slowly slides it down his neck and body little more than a hair's breadth from making contact with skin or clothes, before Xue Yang lets it slip back into his sleeve. ]
You're mine, and I'm going to enjoy you for as long as I want.