Huaisang had no idea that such mischief was afoot when he came to work with Lan Xichen that day. Xichen had suggested heavily that he wear some shibari beneath his clothes, knotted as to be just as effective as a cock ring as well as beautiful designs over his torso. He also had a large plug today, though he had long since learned to walk as if there was nothing pressed inside of him.

But when he tripped it shifted and the gasp was a moan and he found himself between two doors. He had been left like that, of course, unable to get any help and then he hears her. He tries to twist again to free himself but can't.

"Help me," he calls out. What a ridiculous position to be in!