Xie Lian leans away with a hum and tilts his head. He looks down at Hua Cheng, his expression soft and questioning. “Not too tight?” he asks.

Hua Cheng swallows thickly, a shudder going through his frame. His body felt too warm — damn, he was already excited. But his beloved always affected him so intensely.

Hua Cheng gives a tug to the bindings tied around his wrists. His arms were forced above his head from the rope, which was wrapped around the bed frame. They don’t budge. Hua Cheng’s dark eye flickers back up to his God’s face and he slowly shakes his head.

“No, gege.” Hua Cheng murmurs, shifting restlessly against the mattress. His bare skin burned under the weight of Xie Lian’s appreciative stare. “It’s perfect.” he adds, his voice as soft as a breath. It was perfect. Hua Cheng felt as though he was an offering for his husband and in a way he really was.

Hua Cheng shivers and melts into the bed, his eye fluttering closed. He loved when they did this. It was a form of worship to Hua Cheng… to be at service to his beloved like this brought him peace.