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Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

Huaisang's been blissed out of his mind for the past two weeks, since he started dating Nanami. The minor catastrophe of losing heating while being snowed in was dramatic but survivable, and Huaisang's been ecstatic about Nanami's care and possessiveness since they've started their relationship.

He's let himself into Nanami's flat as he waits for Nanami to finish up his work for the day, bringing along his brush and ink as he works on a mural for Nanami. Huaisang still lives in the family estate, his room not far from his brother's, and neither Nanami nor Huaisang want to be within earshot of Mingjue for one of Huaisang's screaming orgasms, so they usually met at Nanami's residence instead. He'd secured permission in advance to paint on one of the walls, even though he's not sure if Nanami actually knows anything about Huaisang's painting skill and style. These past years, he's barely painted at all, chasing a series of dead-end relationships rather than focusing at all on himself or his hobbies.

The painting is a beautiful traditional-style Chinese Shanshui 山水 landscape, intricate detail emerging of snow-covered mountains. With Nanami's expertise in Jujutsu techniques, he might quickly notice that the painting radiates an energy like a powerful protective ward, even though there's no known precedent of crafting such a thing through a decorative painting like this. The rest of the Nie clan is known for their powerful combat techniques, tending toward raw power rather than precision, and Huaisang's brother Mingjue is a paragon of his ancestry. Huaisang's delicate paintwork might as well come from a different planet.

This is Huaisang's curse technique, something that he uses so rarely and that's so entirely useless in a fight that most of the closest people in Huaisang's life don't have any idea he can do it, much less that he does it with such mastery.

He lifts his head with a happy smile when Nanami enters, setting down his brush so that he can hop up and greet his boyfriend with a kiss, careful not to touch him with ink-spattered hands. He's got a smudge of black ink on one cheek, though he's simultaneously somehow managed to get not a fleck on his outfit, which is as casually androgynous as anything he wears. Similarly, his long black hair is ornamented with his usual absurdly intricate arrangement of braids and beads.

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Huaisang's immensely pleased by the promise of Nanami's cock beneath his thigh, the half-hardness of it after their kiss certain to be fully hard soon enough. He hooks one foot behind Nanami's calf, both as affection and as a way to counterbalance himself.

His lips part automatically as Nanami presents food to him, the same unthinking obedience as when Nanami's cock is in front of him, or Nanami's lips against his own. Complete trust for whatever Nanami offers to him. He draws the bite in with a curl of his tongue, not letting that part of his attention wander even while his lashes flutter shut and he makes a soft, needy sound in response to the kiss to his throat. His weight shifts very slightly, thighs tensing and foot pressing harder against Nanami's calf with the surge of wanting that goes through him.

The compliment makes him smile, eyes flicking in Nanami's direction. "I make an effort," he murmurs, soft and playful. His entire day has been prioritized around seeing Nanami, and he has plenty of leisure in life to spend hours on his hair and skin, crafting his appearance to be art with the same meticulous attention as he spent on the painting. "I'm glad to please you, master."

Accepting the next bite with a pleased, hungry little moan, Huaisang lets his fingers trail idly along Nanami's thigh, tracing the seam of his trousers.

It is that trust that makes Huaisang so appealing to Nanami. He's never had anyone give themselves over so completely to him but Huaisang does, with not even a little bit of hesitation. It makes for a gnawing hunger in Nanami's chest, wanting to devour the other man and keep him as his own for however long he's allowed. Huaisang is so painfully attractive to Nanami, growing more attractive by the day. Before they got together, he didn't give him much thought beyond a passing assessment that Huaisang was an attractive man but now that he belongs to Nanami, Nanami finds him devastating.

So, as he watches Huaisang eat the food, make little moans around the taste while also letting Nanami kiss and touch him as he wants, Nanami finds his attraction growing and his hunger deepening. He gives a small smile against Huaisang at the mention of wanting to please him, at the master and he'll feed him a few more bites.

"You do, please me. So much." Nanami continues to feed him, pressing idle kisses against his shoulder or the side of his face here and there. "Your painting too," he points out, eyes flicking over to the half finished mural taking up some of his wall. "It's lovely, but I sense something else. A ward, of some kind?"

He also notices Huaisang's fingers against the seam of his pants but he doesn't bring attention to it. He just lets Huaisang touch wherever he wants to touch for now.

"Hm?" Huaisang's expression is blank and guileless for a moment before he understands what Nanami's referring to. "Oh!" He wasn't even doing it consciously, and glances over at the painting again as he tracks that back through his mind, unpacking his own unconscious intention. "I ... it ... It should keep out curses. To protect the place, to keep it ... intact, even against a significant blast of power from some kind of curse attack. It ... might actually provide some stability against mundane threats, like an earthquake, but it's not the sort of thing I've ever tested for. It will protect the place," Huaisang makes a downward gesture with fingers splayed, indicating here generally, "but it ... it should work two or three times as well if you're within it. Because I made it for you."

He's an artist, not an engineer: he couldn't even start to explain how his technique works, and he absolutely couldn't create any kind of repeatable process. He draws on his own innate ability and winds intention through every brushstroke.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think to ask." Was it rude to put up a ward for someone else without asking? Probably. That wasn't something that fell within Huaisang's knowledge of etiquette. He just wanted to support Nanami and keep him safe, and he'd put that intention into his painting.

The sentiment is wonderful, beautiful even, and Nanami feels his heart clench just a bit at hearing Huaisang explain himself. His sweet Huaisang. He didn't know he had that sort of ability, that sort of power, but it makes a lot of sense when he puts it together. The idea of a child of the Nie clan not having a power made much less sense than the idea of that child having a more passive power like this. No wonder Huaisang is babied within the family.

Ah, well, it's not like Nanami doesn't baby him as well. He's his baby now, not just the Nie clan and Nanami will make sure to give him everything he wants. So, when he apologizes, as if he did anything wrong at all, Nanami is quick to reassure him with lips against his cheek. "It's fine, it's perfect. I said you could paint my walls, this is even better. Thank you."

He's going to take some of the stir fry into his own mouth, eating a few bites before returning to feeding Huaisang. He has one arm curled around his waist, the other holding the chopsticks to his mouth and he nuzzles gently against Huaisang's shoulder as he chews. He's still half hard and kind of regretting eating now instead of going straight to the bedroom. But, no, he knows better than to fuck Huaisang's brains out without feeding him first. He wants his baby content and well fed before he takes him.

"Was that all your did today? Painting and making yourself pretty for me, hm?" An amused lilt of his voice as he continues to feed Huaisang.

Huaisang relaxes and smiles again at the approval, and relaxes another notch when Nanami takes a bite, a tiny note of tension that neither of them may have noticed he was holding until it releases. He'd been starting to notice that Nanami wasn't feeding himself, and another bite or two to Huaisang would have tipped it into something that actually would have drawn up a note of resistance, butting up against Huaisang's need to make sure that Nanami's needs were met.

"Hmm," Huaisang has to consider the question, tipping his head to one side as he reviews his day. He laughs softly and shakes his head. "Pretty much? I did go for a walk and spent some time bothering the staff around the estate."

He diminishes the activity automatically, thinking of it as unimportant, but it was another of those very subtle ways in which Huaisang was shockingly competent. He was a natural diplomat born into a sect of blunt and straightforward warriors, so all the little things he did went unnoticed, but it was Huaisang who knew whose cat was having kittens and who had been wanting a cat. Who didn't drink and who had been wanting to be invited out more. If someone had missed their bus, Huaisang would off-hand mention that another staff member commuted out to the same area and they probably hadn't left yet, and people didn't connect all those little clues to realize that Huaisang knew the schedule, skills, and preferences of every single person in his family's organization, and he used that knowledge to make their lives easier in a thousand tiny ways, without ever thinking that he was doing anything significant.

Turning a little more toward Nanami, Huaisang starts plucking at the buttons of his shirt, freeing one and then the next, pausing in his task only to take each bite as Nanami offers it.

It is a bit of a habit of Nanami's, to focus more on Huaisang than himself. So, it wouldn't have been the first time that Nanami cooked dinner and spent most of the time feeding Huaisang before remembering to take some for himself. Thankfully, he did remember this time around and was able to eat some before Huaisang had to step in.

So, he listens to Huaisang and his day and considers it. He doubts he was actually bothering the staff like he says, what he's noticed is that Huaisang is much too considerate to really put people out of their way. He imagines it's him downplaying himself again, he probably spent the day helping people more so. But Nanami won't push on that, since he's still getting to know Huaisang's ebbs and flows.

Instead, he raises an eyebrow as Huaisang begins to unbutton his shirt and gives a soft hum of interest. He takes a few more bites of the stir fry for himself along with some rice, alternating with feeding bits of the dinner to Huaisang as well. He won't stop him from unbuttoning though, only watch in pleasant amusement. When his shirt is fully unbuttoned, they're also halfway done with dinner and Nanami leans forward to press a kiss to Huaisang's lips, gentle and chaste.

He'll pull back, lingering in his space and murmurs, "You taste like garlic oil." Which is a compliment coming from Nanami, since it's his favorite flavor. He did fry the veggies and meat in garlic oil so it makes sense why Huaisang's mouth would taste like that. Still, it leaves a perfect excuse for Nanami to press in again and kiss him a little more properly, licking up the taste from the inside of his mouth.

Huaisang basks in all the attention from Nanami, just letting himself float on it. He likes being spoiled, likes not needing to think about anything, but there's always that sharply observant part of his mind quietly analyzing inputs, clicking suddenly to the forefront when something pings as important enough to override all his submissive trust. Important enough to make him turn his face from an offered bite and to start pouting that Nanami has to eat, too. Little tiny glimpses that he has the same will of steel as his brother--Huaisang submits because he chooses to, not because he's weak.

"Mm?" Huaisang blinks once at the coment, processing a fleeting worry that this is a complaint, but the half-formed thought dissolves as soon as Nanami is kissing him again. He turns more fully as he returns the kiss, hands splaying across Nanami's chest. One fingertip traces distracted circles around Nanami's nipple as he returns the kiss, needy whimpers spilling one after the other from his throat.

That's why Nanami finds Huaisang's submission so attractive. It feels much more hard won and a greater reward as a result. He doesn't want a weak partner, he wants someone clever and courteous and who makes him feel good to be around. Huaisang has quickly become all of these things to him and it's what has him aching to have more of him every single day. He's noticed the undercurrent of Huaisang's cleverness that he tries to hide and finds it impossibly endearing.

So, then they're kissing and Nanami sinks into it, his arm tight around Huaisang's waist and his tongue almost aggressive in the way it licks into Huaisang's mouth. He still intends to finish dinner but he couldn't hold himself back any longer. He wants a kiss, and he wants it from Huaisang. The sensation of the other man's fingers against his nipple as well have him shivering and he takes a moment to set down the chopsticks so he can cradle the back of Huaisang's neck and just, continue to kiss him deeply.

They'll go back to dinner, they'll go back to dinner. This he keeps reassuring himself. He just needs this. A brief interlude. Really quick. That's all, that's it.

Huaisang's hopelessly lost as Nanami kisses him harder, whimpers rising in pitch. His finger flicks across Nanami's nipple with just a hint of nail, still something that's mostly unconscious as he lets his full attention sink into the kiss.

Aching with want, Huaisang shifts against him, squirming a little in his lap. He wants to move so that he can straddle Nanami, wants to be filled up with his cock immediately, but he'd have to stop kissing Nanami for those things to happen, and that seems impossible. His other hand curls around the side of Nanami's neck, fingers clenching and trembling as lust washes through him, sweeping away every thought in his mind.

The flick of a nail makes Nanami buck somewhat underneath him, his hands gripping Huaisang a little harder. He can feel his own cock filling out a bit as they kiss and the two of them get even more entangled with each other. There's dinner, they have to finish it, but Nanami finds himself dragging Huaisang even closer to him now. With each whimper and moan, he's starving in a very different way.

Idly, he thinks, even if he does fuck Huaisang right now, he's going to have to prep him and that'll take some time. He doesn't know about the anal plug yet, doesn't realize that Huaisang is more than ready for him. Instead he thinks logistics and continues to kiss Huaisang as he does. He wants him, he wants him so badly.

For now though, he just continues to kiss him. Licking into his mouth, his fingers gripping the back of his shirt, his other hand cradling his neck still. He only pulls off when the need for air is too great and that has him lavishing kisses across Huaisang's jaw and throat.

Huaisang's panting when the kiss breaks, head spinning. His cock aches, hard and wanting, precome soaking a wet patch on the front of his panties.

"Nanami," he whimpers, quivering with pent-up need, half out of his mind from the kiss when he's already aching from having that plug inside for so long. He needs it out, needs to be filled up with Nanami instead. "I need you so much. Please."

If they'd gotten distracted earlier, he might have whined for food and been willing to insist, but now he's eaten enough to not be starving, for that to no longer be the most important priority. He'll obey whichever priority Nanami chooses, but he can't help begging for sex.

Fuck.

There's no other option for him, not when Huaisang is begging so pretty and his own body aches to take him. He's so hungry for it, for him, and the idea of dinner is so far away now that he doesn't even remember why he hesitated. So, Nanami acts. His first movement is to pull his hands back and scoop Huaisang up in a bridal carry as he rises to his feet in one fluid motion.

Then he moves, only briefly thinking of the couch first but knowing that that's not going to be enough for either of them. So, even if it takes a few extra seconds to get there, he heads straight for the bedroom. Nanami has a large western bed in his bedroom, comfortable and decadent. It was one of his first investments as an adult and now it's given him even more pleasure by knowing he can have Huaisang in it.

He'll drop Huaisang onto the bed, against the pillows and it won't be long until he's crawling over him, legs on either side of his body, hands flat on either side of his head as his shirt hangs loose around his body and his cock strains against his slacks. He'll look down at Huaisang, eyes meeting for a moment before he just sinks in and begins to kiss him into the pillows.

Huaisang squeals once with delight as Nanami scoops him up, and he laughs as they move, tucking close to Nanami's body and brushing kisses along Nanami's neck and shoulder now that he has enough spare attention to be able to retaliate a little.

Squeaking as he hits the bed, followed by more happy giggles, Huaisang welcomes him down by reaching for Nanami's belt, hands deftly starting to unfasten until he's caught by Nanami's gaze. He gets lost in it, sparkling up at him with joy and affection, but his hands resume moving as his eyes close for the kiss. Working Nanami's trousers open with skilled fingers, he slips his hand inside once he's got them unfastened, sneaking past the waistband of Nanami's underwear to curl appreciatively around his cock.

His tongue flicks sweetly against Nanami's, playful and tempting, teasing while he can because he knows he's going to be overwhelmed and melting in short order.

The squeals and giggles are enough to distract Nanami just a little. It's just so... cute. It has him squeezing Huaisang just a little as he carries him to the bedroom and a hint of a smile on his face as he lays down with him. It's what has him also pressing a kiss to Huaisang's forehead before taking his mouth, wanting to show his soft affection for the other man first.

His expression softens as they look at one another, as he sees Huaisang's unabashed affection staring up at him. His own expression is one of heartfelt adoration because he truly does feel so much for Huaisang in such a short period of time. He wants to spend all the time with him, wants to wake up with him every morning and go to bed with him every night. He just... wants.

But then they're kissing again and he just sinks into it. A moan spills out into Huaisang's mouth as he feels his tongue tease against Nanami's. Then the feeling of skillful fingers wrapping around his cock, now stiff and leaking in his underwear. He groans at the feeling of Huaisang's fingers, of his mouth, and kisses him even harder.

He'll pull his hands back so he can pull his shirt off, a little haphazard as he refuses to stop kissing Huaisang as he does it. Eventually, he gets it off though, and then he'll unloop the belt from his waistband, tossing that to the side too. After, he's got his hands sliding up Huaisang's plush thighs, fingers teasing at the edge of his panties. God, he needs him. He needs him so bad.

More laughter spills into the kiss at how Nanami wiggles to get his shirt off but won't stop the kiss two seconds to do it properly. He pushes at Nanami when his boyfriend gets distracted back to touching Huaisang before his pants are off, though, suspecting he knows how that will end up. His hand retracts away from Nanami's cock, both hands flat against his chest. "You're not fucking me with your trousers on," Huaisang says, laughter in his voice. Maybe for intentionally doing clothed sex as part of a kink scene, but not just because they can't be bothered. "And your socks."

He props himself up on his elbows to watch, and a smirk crooks his lips, teeth scraping across his bottom lip. There's a flash of shameless, wicked lust that forms another facet of Huaisang's personality, one that usually gets distracted out of him as soon as Nanami's full attention has his mind melting into an ocean of pleasure. While he has a moment to breathe, he intends to use it to stare at Nanami's breathtaking body.

There is the most petulant noise from Nanami as Huaisang pulls away, as he pushes at his chest and lays out his demands. Nanami looks at him, hair already loose and in his face, cheeks flushed, eyes glazed over with lust and lips red and wet and in a slight pout. This isn't the first time Huaisang has seen Nanami's more petulant side but it's still rare enough as they get to know each other.

Nanami leans in then, nuzzling his face against Huaisang's jaw and throat, his fingers creeping up the bottom of his shirt to skate fingers against his stomach and sides. He presses a few kisses to his throat and sighs gently against him. "I'll take them off. You just have to be less distracting." There's kisses pressed then to Huaisang's collarbone as Nanami pulls back, sinks lower, pressing where he can as he moves to lean back on his knees.

He'll watch Huaisang, the way he's looking at him, the hunger in his gaze and he feels pleased all over with it. Huaisang's lust makes the upkeep Nanami has to do to keep his body fit well worth it. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of his pants and underwear, beginning to pull them down over his thighs and lifting himself off his knees to take them even lower. He'll get them at his ankles before he pulls them off completely, leaving himself in just his socks. The socks Huaisang refuses to let him fuck him while wearing.

They go pretty quickly, at least. It leaves Nanami nude, sitting on his knees above Huaisang and dropping a hand down to stroke his cock. His eyes roam Huaisang's body, starting from the bottom up until he meets Huaisang's gaze and gives a hum. "You have to strip too."

Huaisang laughs at the pout, hands relenting again as he welcomes Nanami down for those kisses. Not because his demands have changed or because he's at all swayed by Nanami's pouting, but because he knows he'll be getting what he asked for. That's another part of the trust--he knows that whatever desire he expresses, Nanami will find a way to make sure he gets it. Even before their relationship started, Huaisang never worried if Nanami had to do something else before he could fulfill a request for Huaisang. He knows Nanami would never let him down.

"No promises," Huaisang quips at the stipulation that he had to be less distracting, still all giggles.

He makes a helpless noise of lust as Nanami's pants come down, revealing his incredible cock, his muscular thighs. When Nanami's gaze turns, scanning over Huaisang's body, it makes Huaisang's shamelessness falter. His chin drops an inch, cheeks flushing as some of his shyness returns. Despite the certain proof that Nanami finds him attractive, Huaisang still has a measure of ingrained insecurity. Their culture's masculine ideal--and the Nie Sect's, too--looks like Nanami, not like Huaisang.

But he obeys the request, nodding at once. He tugs the ties on one side of the shirt, loosening the bows so that it falls open. Beneath it, he has on one of his usual delicate waist chains, linked to the navel piercing in the front--silver with a green jewel, today. He wiggles out of the shirt and hands it to Nanami to toss aside, but he then he pauses, trailing a fingertip along the edge of his panties. "Am I taking these off, or are you?"

He knows the shyness comes from a long standing insecurity, years of knowing he isn't the right kind of man for the Nie clan. But he hopes that the longer they're together, the more bolstered Huaisang is by Nanami's attraction. It is there and it is deep and only deepening as they do this more and more. So, he doesn't scold Huaisang for being shy, just reaches out with his hand to take his chin between his fingers and lift his head.

This at the same time as Nanami leans in to kiss him gently on the lips. A soft, sweet kiss, all tender while he adjusts to hover over Huaisang once again. The shirt is gone and Huaisang is all soft curves underneath him and Nanami aches to be inside of him. At the teasing of his panties, Nanami rubs his nose against Huaisang's before giving his answer.

"I am."

His hands will go lower then, both hands gripping the hem of Huaisang's panties. They're so cute and delicate when they hug Huaisang's body and Nanami didn't know he had a thing for his partner being in women's underwear, but he likes it on Huaisang. He'll pull them off gently, slipping them off of his thighs, down his calves and off his legs altogether. He'll bundle the fabric in his hand before lifting it to his face, breathing in the musk of Huaisang that lingers on the panties with his eyes fixed on Huaisang as he does.

Once he gets his fill, he'll toss them to the side before leaning in and kissing Huaisang again. This time, hungry and a little desperate as he licks into his mouth and presses him back against the pillows.

Huaisang yields easily to that kiss, easy to forget his insecurities again as he returns it, slow but full of yearning, so that when their eyes meet again, the shyness has been replaced by his usual trust and devotion.

He lifts his hips to let Nanami draw down his panties, keeping his legs closer together for now. Eyes widening with scandalized delight at how Nanami breathes in the scent of him, Huaisang ducks his chin again, but he's grinning, thrilled by it, eyes flicking up to Nanami and then away again a second later, repeating until the panties are tossed aside and Nanami's leaning in. His legs part now to invite Nanami between them, hooking easily around Nanami's waist as his arms come up around Nanami's shoulders, welcoming him back where he belongs with a grateful moan.

Affection surges through him, strong enough that he aches with it, and he knows that he's falling hard for this man, already hopelessly lost to him. Even though it's been fast, it feels true. Huaisang struggles to imagine a version of either of them that might exist in ten or twenty years that wouldn't still need this.

It's true, really, Nanami can't imagine going without this even though it's been such a short time. He feels like he's tethered to Huaisang from his heart to the other man's. He feels such deep affection for him, combined with a yawning lust that can't seem to abate. Maybe when things are less new and fresh they'll feel less desperate for one another, but Nanami doesn't know if he can see that happening either.

He wouldn't use the L-word, not yet, not so soon, but it doesn't feel far off either. Like it's stuck at the back of his throat, waiting for the right moment to come out. He doesn't want to freak Huaisang out though so he keeps it to himself, keeps watching as their relationship develops and he'll see if it remains true as it feels.

For now, he loves moments like these, where he surprises and delights Huaisang with his actions. It was just an impulse, to drink in the scent of Huaisang's panties but with the way Huaisang reacted, he is definitely going to do similar again in the future. So, there's a pleased smile on his face as he leans in to envelop Huaisang in his arms, feeling the weight of his legs wrapping around his waist and his arms around his shoulders.

He'll pull away from his mouth as his hand slips between Huaisang's legs so he can test how loose he is and how much he'll need to prep him. Of course, that thought is interrupted when he bumps against cool silicone and his eyebrows furrow. His hand reaches out to touch at what is inside of Huaisang and it doesn't take long to piece together what he's feeling.

"You're wearing a plug?" Nanami asks, curious. "How long?" The idea of Huaisang walking around with his hole stretched open around this plug all day, waiting for Nanami to come home and fill him... well, it has his cock aching just a bit more than he expected.

Huaisang nods, feeling a little shy as he studies Nanami's expression closely. That furrow in Nanami's brows has him not entirely certain that Nanami's in favor of this. Even though he knows absolutely that Nanami won't be mad at him if he gets something like this wrong, the prospect of not pleasing Nanami is almost unbearable. "Um. A few hours? I put it in before I started painting."

Wait, how will that added element impact the warding? Uhhhh. No, it's fine. Huaisang decides that he trusts his own skill. Painting and warding are both areas where he has absolute confidence in his own abilities. He doesn't think of himself as a master painter, but he knows that he has innate talent and years of experience building that skill. And as for the warding, he knows that probably no one in the world can compare to what he does.

When he'd been fifteen, he'd had Mingjue test one of his barriers. Mingjue, a grade one sorcerer with a grade one heirloom spiritual weapon, hadn't put a dent in it. After that, Huaisang had started going through the defensive wards around their ancestral estate, their current primary residence, and the primary offices Mingjue used, to see where the wards needed to be replaced. What he'd learned was that he very rarely needed to replace a ward. He could start working on top of an existing ward, building on all the original power and strengthening it, and then he could knit it together at the edges with an entirely different barrier, joining them seamlessly.

The wards of other sorcerers felt brittleto him, like candy glass. One crack and the whole thing went down. He could find a weak spot in a barrier with unerring precision with a single touch, but that was rarely useful in combat situations. Sorcerers and curses didn't use barriers with enough frequency to make it worth the immense liability of having Huaisang around in combat--he was effectively a mundane bystander. Only once had Mingjue needed to get through a barrier with hours to spare while Huaisang was found and summoned.

Those 'candy glass' barriers only ever had a set level of power and ability, unchangeable unless it was taken down and an entirely new barrier was constructed. Huaisang could return to a ward years later and resume painting on it, adding strength and depth, modifying the original shape, and it obeyed him.

It took him hours or days to do. Nothing like the sorcerers who could toss up a powerful shield on reflex. He'd studied the quick, easy Xieyi 寫意 freehand style minimalist painting and could do it beautifully, but he couldn't do wards that way. It had to be the intricate detail and absolute focus of the landscape paintings. But as far as he knew, no one else had ever had the ability to modify hundred-year-old barriers the way he could. His wards wouldn't be any less powerful just because he'd been horny at the time.

Now Nanami's not aware of Huaisang's worry that his predicament affected his wards but he does pick up the hint that Huaisang hopes him wearing the plug is pleasing to Nanami. Which it very much is. Nanami makes the effort to soften his expression then, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Huaisang's mouth and his fingers keep trailing over the plug, curling around it to tug at the edge of Huaisang's hole and test his stretch.

"I like that," he says, his reassurance straightforward. "I like you doing things like this for me, to please me." But even better is that this means Nanami doesn't have to stretch or prep him. He's lubricated enough with the plug and stretched out, ready for Nanami's cock. Like he's been waiting for this all day, which he likely has been.

Slowly, Nanami begins to tug the plug out of Huaisang. The idea strikes him though that in the future, he'd like to fuck Huaisang alongside a plug or maybe a dildo would be better. Stretch him further than he ever has before, truly make him at his mercy. He thinks Huaisang would like that.

"Can't wait to be inside you..."

Huaisang gasps and arches a little as Nanami starts to toy with the plug, tugging it out a little so that his muscles stretch around it. Having it in one position for so long has him sore, with his muscles used to the width of the base but not the bulb, and the ripple of blended ache, pain, and pleasure makes him shudder.

"Ah! Nanami. It needs... it needs a little more lube. I haven't--ah!" He moans and arches again, quivering and on edge so easily as soon as Nanami starts to play with that plug. "I haven't refreshed it all day. Kind of aches. Please--" He shakes his head, feeling like he's not at all communicating the right words to express what he wants.

"I need you. Please. Slick up and fuck me. Please, Kento? Please."

The immediate reaction he gets from his beloved has him aching for even more than before. He grits his teeth, trying to keep himself from doing something rash like yanking the plug out and shoving himself in. But no, Huaisang begs for something specific. To be slicked up, to be fucked, and Nanami isn't going to disregard his request.

So, Nanami is gentle as he pulls the plug out the rest of the way, so careful as he slips it past Huaisang's sore rim. He'll place it to the side for now and then reach under the pillows from where he stashed the lubricant that they used the night before. It takes nothing to spill some onto his fingers and then he's sliding his fingers around and inside Huaisang's hole to refresh the lube from earlier.

It's a quick thing, just perfunctory, so he can shift to cover his own cock in lubricant as well. A few solid strokes and he holds himself at the base, gaze intense as he looks down at Huaisang and guides his cock into his hole. He has the look of a predator right now, taking his prey, eyes hooded and teeth grit and the aura of holding back about him. He wants, and he wants so badly.

Thankfully for them both, Nanami only has to focus on sliding himself into Huaisang's waiting hole. The head of his cock pushes against the rim and then gently, gently, he pushes forward and takes more of him like that. It's only when he's halfway in that his hands move to take Huaisang by the hips and he leans in to kiss him, hungry.

Huaisang whines as the plug is pulled out, feeling oversensitive and sore, but his groan is low and satisfied as Nanami's fingers take the place of it, soothing his muscles again. His lashes flutter, half-dazed as he gazes up at Nanami, but his focus is still worshipful and full of trust, feeling right where he belongs in Nanami's possession.

Grateful that Nanami doesn't delay any more than he needs in order to take care with him, Huaisang moans with relief as Nanami pushes inside him, hot and slick. His muscle are tight around Nanami, who's bigger than the bulb of the plug and significantly larger than the base, but the relief is so immense that the strain barely registers. Shudders ripple through him, making his neck arch. Not quite an orgasm, but a sort of pale echo of one, spasms of pleasure and sensation intense enough for Huaisang's sensitive body that he loses himself entirely for a couple of seconds, trusting himself to Nanami's handling and his own body's pleasure.

He's panting softly as Nanami's grip shifts, but his gaze focuses enough, and he smiles as he reaches for Nanami, returning the kiss with eager neediness, moaning gratefully into his lover's mouth.

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felt like going on a tangent here to develop huaisang's AU powers

and yet it's wonderful

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