Huaisang's head is immobilizedi by that grip, what little movement stifled as the kiss is pressed against his soft lips. He whimpers against it, a sharper sound growing as teeth press against the skin. Tears have lined his eyes as he looks at Xichen, breathing erratic as the other continues to tease his nipples. It feels deceptively good and that makes it all the more insidious because he knows that the other is about to do to him.

He wants to beg him not to, not to mark him this way, his breathing becoming even more erratic because he knows it's going to hurt and Huaisang had never been good with pain or discomfort of any kind. He doesn't feel treasured as he feels the promises of the sharp needle against the sensitive flesh if he weren't pinned so effectively he would have been shoving and trying to run away.

This is a different sort of marking, it's feels more permanent, changing his body more permanently to force him more into his supposed position.

"I'll never give you what you want," he settles on saying instead of begging but inwardly he doesn't know if he still believes he won't be broken.