[The sharp slap of skin on skin returns, as Lan Zhan holds him roughly, and fucks him relentlessly. His cries increase in both volume and pitch, that faint sting of pain amid pleasure addictive.
The pressure against his throat isn't enough to cut off his air, but his pulse thrums heavy and hard against Lan Zhan's hand. There's a growing dizziness, and he makes a helpless noise, the sound muffled slightly in his throat. It's not an unfamiliar sensation, for as many times as he's been knocked around, throttled, and choked by his enemies, and even his own family members, but it's probably the first time it's felt any sort of enjoyable, that he hasn't felt like his life might be snuffed out by a cold hand. Instead it felt warm, possessive, and hungry, even as his vision began to grow blurry, little spots around the edges.]
Lan Zhan... I-
[His hand rises, just enough to brush Lan Zhan's wrist, to rest gently against the hand on his throat. His mouth still curves in a faint smile.]
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The pressure against his throat isn't enough to cut off his air, but his pulse thrums heavy and hard against Lan Zhan's hand. There's a growing dizziness, and he makes a helpless noise, the sound muffled slightly in his throat. It's not an unfamiliar sensation, for as many times as he's been knocked around, throttled, and choked by his enemies, and even his own family members, but it's probably the first time it's felt any sort of enjoyable, that he hasn't felt like his life might be snuffed out by a cold hand. Instead it felt warm, possessive, and hungry, even as his vision began to grow blurry, little spots around the edges.]
Lan Zhan... I-
[His hand rises, just enough to brush Lan Zhan's wrist, to rest gently against the hand on his throat. His mouth still curves in a faint smile.]
-I won't leave...