Chapter 93

Chapter 93

The collar, handcuffs, and ankle chains lay still, their cold, hard texture sinking into the soft bedding, as if being bound would make escape impossible.

Crafted from pure gold, the rose-gold surface shimmered with a lustrous gleam under the moonlight, also reflecting a chilling light.

A slight movement of the fingers accidentally touched the chain, and a chill shot through him. If tied around his sensitive neck or ankle, it might cause even greater stimulation.

Instinctively, the image came to mind, and Song Nian couldn't help swallowing, his heart racing.

“While you were out those days, I had this set custom-made.”

Li Yanchuan's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his gaze, within which churned a deep, turbulent emotion like stormy seas.

“I wanted to tie you up, lock you in the house, and make you mine alone.”

His fingertips gently caressed the rings and chains, the motion tender, as if tracing the outline of his lover’s skin through them.

He had imagined Song Nian wearing them more than once.

Handcuffs binding his wrists, a collar around his neck, ankle chains restricting his legs—making him belong only to Li Yanchuan from then on, staying only by his side, enveloped only by his love.

Not out in the spotlight, being stared at with burning eyes by others.

The desire in his expression churned, and Li Yanchuan’s hand moved slowly and gently to the neck of the man beneath him.

Pale, slender, almost translucent skin beneath which lay faint blue veins; the graceful curve of his neck rising, exposed, leaving this already vulnerable part even more defenseless.

Just a slight tightening of his palm, and he could grip it, subdue it, never let it escape.

He could control him, possess him completely, making those moist eyes look only at him from now on.

Joy, sorrow, even dazed and lost—every hidden expression would be seen only by him.

If he learned of this malicious desire, would Song Nian still say he wasn’t afraid?

Or would there be disgust and resistance?

As the words fell, all the dark desires were spoken aloud, and the last layer of pretense was ripped away, revealing his most shameful form.

Li Yanchuan clenched his fists, his head bowed deeply, not daring to look at the reaction of the man beneath him.

If you looked closely, you could see that he was now breathing heavily, his whole body trembling slightly.

As if he were holding back with great effort, and also as if terrified.

Every second of silence was like slow torture. He slowly closed his eyes, like a criminal confessing his guilt, awaiting judgment.

And Song Nian, who held the power of judgment, pursed his lower lip and looked at him, his expression unreadable, the emotions in his eyes hard to discern.

Then, he blinked gently. His fluttering eyelashes, like little brushes, filtered the moonlight outside the window, casting a soft shadow.

He sat up straight, looked down at the chains beside him, then at the person before him.

His lips, pressed into a straight line, suddenly curved into a smile the next second.

“I don’t hate it.”

With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Song Nian rubbed the man's cheeks, grinning, as if soothing a wounded large dog.

“I like how you get jealous over me, how possessive you are of me.”

Intense control, fervent possessiveness—ultimately, they are all a craving for the other person.

The stronger the former, the more intense the latter.

Unable to resist his obsessive demands, and unable to refuse his forever-following gaze. It isn’t seen as a burden but is instead relished.

Every move would be noticed, every mood change discovered, even deliberately hidden disappointment.

Like a supporting actor on stage, an overlooked figure, yet pleasantly surprised to find a spotlight always shining on them.

Whether at center stage or in the corner, it follows until the curtain falls.

Unable to escape, and unwilling to.

An airtight love brings a satisfying sense of security, not suffocation.

A neglected, well-behaved child who lacks love needs exactly this kind of intense affection to compensate.

Please, let these infatuated eyes reflect no one else but me.

“I like every side of you, including what you just said.”

After saying that, Song Nian shyly lowered his head, his voice trailing off, but still clearly reaching Li Yanchuan’s ears.

“So, you can do anything to me.”

He took Li Yanchuan's hand, guided it to pick up the collar, and together they lifted it to his neck.

He opened the lock, then clicked it shut.

A crisp click rang out—low, but clearly audible in the quiet room.

“It’s on.”

The size fit perfectly. The cold touch pressed against his neck, sending a chill straight to his heart, raising goosebumps all over his body.

Then another feeling swelled—a fullness from within, from the body to the heart.

Like a kite aimlessly drifting between heaven and earth, finally receiving a thread thrown by the one at the other end, securely tethered.

—This was not a loss of freedom, but gaining a bond, a home, finding someone to entrust a lifetime to.

For his lover to personally put the collar on him, a former fantasy becoming reality, to be so accepted—Li Yanchuan’s expression showed disbelief, lingering for a long time.

He dazedly reached out his hand, gently touching the collar. The tangible sensation told him this was not an illusion.

Hearing the man's sincere confession, exuding a desire no less than his own, and meeting his gentle, warm smile, he felt a stir in his heart.

The ripples it stirred lingered, the calm surface of the lake emitting intense waves—the sound of a throbbing heart.

“Song Nian, are you lying to me?”

He asked hoarsely, the tremor in his voice clearly audible, his outstretched hand trembling slightly.

“I’m not lying to you, and it’s not an illusion.”

Song Nian curved the corners of his mouth in a smile, his tone gentle, as he raised his hand to wrap around the man's neck.

"I like that you get jealous over me."

He leaned close to the other's ear, whispering in a breathy whisper.

"And I like it when you tie me up."

As the words fell, it was like a sluice gate had opened, and a torrent of surging waves came pouring down, unstoppable.

Urgent kisses followed one after another.

Their breathing grew ragged, all technique forgotten—leaving only the instinct of intimacy.

Li Yanchuan couldn't say a word, all he could do was kiss Song Nian fiercely, trying to show him just how much he loved him.

And Song Nian couldn't answer either, simply tilting his head up silently to receive the kiss, responding in kind.

When the kiss ended, both sank into the soft bed together.

"Let's promise that from now on, we won't keep anything from each other."

Li Yanchuan gently brushed back the hair on the other's forehead, revealing that faded scar.

He frowned, pain welling up in his eyes, murmuring as he caressed the mark, then tenderly pressed a kiss to it.

Song Nian had once made a pact with him to communicate well, and now it was his turn to make a promise.

All the loneliness, all the neglect, he would make up for from now on.

"Mm."

The warm, wet feeling slid across his forehead, as if reaching back in time to heal the old wounds of being overlooked back then. Song Nian sniffled and nodded hard.

Then, gentle kisses descended once more.

"By the way, how did you find out I was sick that day?"

Suddenly recalling this question, Song Nian asked curiously between kisses.

Hearing this, Li Yanchuan's movements visibly paused, and his gaze began to drift.

"Come on, just tell me—we promised no secrets."

Seeing the other's hesitation, he started to coax.

Even the most important issue had been brought up, so why are you hesitating now?

Unable to resist the pleading, Li Yanchuan let out a heavy sigh and decided to confess.

"First, you have to promise not to be mad."

As he spoke, he pressed light kisses to the other's cheeks, brows, and lips.

Those feathery kisses carried a scorching warmth, along with a faint, almost hidden hint of apology, like a child who'd done something wrong.

"Mm, that tickles."

Song Nian's breathing also grew heavier, and he let out a couple of soft sounds.

"There's a camera in your room."

The low words fell like a thunderclap, and the one who had been lost in pleasure froze, his expression visibly stunned.

"What did you say?"

His eyes widened as he stared in shock at the man above him.

"I'm sorry. At first, I just thought you might cheat on me, so I used it to spy on you."

Li Yanchuan said apologetically.

But later, when all trust issues had been resolved, he still couldn't bring himself to take it down.

Because on countless nights filled with longing, he needed to peek at his beloved's sleeping face through the screen to satisfy his growing, insatiable desires.

He lowered his head nervously, bracing for an angry reaction, knowing that most people would find this truth hard to accept.

Kisses kept falling in a stream, and Li Yanchuan nuzzled his head against the other's neck and cheek, his warm breath on the other's throat, like a big dog begging for forgiveness.

And Song Nian remained silent, not reacting at all.

He was stunned, not because he couldn't accept the truth.

Actually, he was shy.

"Th-then you saw everything?"

Recalling his own behavior in the room, his face flushed bright red.

—Not to mention his messy sleeping habits, even falling out of bed—and that night when he relieved himself... had that been seen too?

This is way too humiliating and embarrassing!

"Did you really see it all?"

Clutching at a last shred of hope, he probed stubbornly.

At first, Li Yanchuan didn't understand what he meant, but seeing the other's face suddenly turn red, he quickly caught on.

An intimate image flashed through his mind, and his own face instantly flushed. He awkwardly covered his mouth with his hand and awkwardly looked away.

A brief silence fell, both of them now shy.

Song Nian thought they weren't yet at the stage of being an old married couple who saw each other in their long johns, and yet his most embarrassing, true self had been exposed.

Li Yanchuan thought that Song Nian's first reaction wasn't disgust—it was a blessing for him.

What should have been a serious matter became no big deal because of his quirky way of thinking.

"So... do you think those sides of me are, uh, weird?"

Song Nian pouted and fiddled with his fingers as he asked softly.

"No, they're adorable. I love seeing every version of you."

Every night, he would watch him fall asleep—that was the only way Li Yanchuan could have free access to him back then.

Hearing this, Song Nian got even more embarrassed.

Not dreading the constant surveillance, but secretly pleased by unceasing attention.

Especially when I think how much my beloved cares, how his gaze follows me even in unseen corners, it brings an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

That little surge of exhilaration, that little bit of smugness, like a cat's tail lightly brushing the tip of my heart.

Song Nian's eyes darted around with a playful glint, carrying an air of pampered defiance, a sly idea popping into his head.

"Since you like it so much, how about you watch me do it in person?"

He licked his lips excitedly, leaving them glossed with a shimmering sheen.

The next moment, he did it right in front of the man.

His unabashed movements were plainly visible to the man; occasionally, their limbs brushed against each other. Li Yanchuan's pupils shrank, unable to look away for a moment.

It was his first time trying this on his own, and Song Nian was still a bit unaccustomed, his brow slightly furrowed, fine sweat beading on his forehead.

Then, he followed the same routine as before.

Forced to keep his hands off the whole time, unable to do anything but watch, Li Yanchuan was equally tormented, his large hands clenched into fists, the bulging veins on his arms like dormant dragons—clearly having endured for a long while.

"You've turned naughty."

Looking at the man's expression, Li Yanchuan let out a helpless, exasperated smile.

"If you think I'm bad, then come punish me."

Panting heavily, Song Nian gave a wicked grin, glancing sideways at the chain nearby. He raised his arm, wrapped it around the man's neck, and pulled him in—

His fingertips lightly grazed the man's chest, the meaning clear without words.

In that instant, the thread of reason snapped.

Delicate ankles were locked in place, and with the slightest movement, the slender ankle chain swayed, emitting a crisp jingle.

Song Nian curved his lips into a smile, hooked his leg around Li Yanchuan's waist, encircled his neck with his arms, and they tumbled onto the bed together.

What came next was bound to be an even more intense night.