Thank God - he took off his boots at the door.

Meng Yao yelped as he was dropped onto the couch, feeling honestly a bit weird about it all. Why was it oddly arousing that this man held him like he was nothing? Or that he had that evil look in his eyes. That he kept him tied up and had started calling him xiao Yao. He wanted to be bothered by it, he wanted not to be turned on and yet. He was so hard. The hardest he had been in a long time. He pointedly turned his head away, sulking and refusing to give Xue Yang what he wanted.

He had to keep his self respect... right?