Somewhat incredibly, Lan Xichen would probably still insist that Huaisang has nothing to fear from him. Yes, he is one of the top cultivators in the world, but as far as he's concerned, all of this is for Huaisang's own good. They have their duties, after all, and he needs to be a good husband.

He runs his hand over Huaisang's thigh when he begs him not to, even though it's too late, a gesture that's meant to be soothing. "There are many things I didn't, because I was waiting for you to want it, because I wanted to give you time. And now we are so far behind where we should be."

There's a thoughtful hum.

"I knew you were clever, my Huaisang, I kept waiting for you to really show it to me - but I suppose you were this whole time, weren't you? And I didn't see it." He strokes over the cage on his little cock. "I wanted you to keep your beautiful mind - but how long can you last, being brought to the edge but never able go over? A month? A year?"