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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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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.

Huaisang is truly beautiful underneath him and Nanami aches as he watches the pleasure ripple through his body and the way he arches just so. It makes Nanami want to take and take and take and if this is his reward for the day, he is going to cherish and savor it. Moments like this more than make up for the time apart, and he has no plans to go anywhere else anytime soon.

Nanami shifts, lowering his body slightly onto Huaisang's as one hand moves up to tangle in the softness of Huaisang's hair while the other slides over his thigh, keeping Huaisang's legs wrapped around his waist. In this position, he's more than able to start to fuck Huaisang, pulling back and pushing in, over and over as he kisses the other man. He licks into his mouth eagerly, sucking on his tongue, letting their mouths move against one another as he slowly begins to make love to his partner.

There's a low moan inside of Huaisang's mouth then and Nanami's fingers tighten in his hair as he slowly builds his pace. Over and over, eager. Fuck, that feels incredible.

Huaisang doesn't know how he got so lucky as to bask in such pleasure and to be this cherished. He's terrified that he's going to wake up from this, or that Nanami will figure out he's not worth it.

His hands slide up to curl around Nanami, gentle fingers of one hand teasing into Nanami's hair while the other hand splays across Nanami's back, fingers digging in to keep his lover close.

Little spasms of pleasure keep ricocheting through him as they move together, the perfect sensation of being filled, with Nanami rubbing against his prostate in just the right way after hours of being maddeningly stimulated by that plug. His whimpers and moans spill constantly into Nanami's mouth, and it's all he can do to keep up with the kiss, so dizzied by all the sensations that he can't focus on any one thing.

If Nanami knew of Huaisang's worries, he would soothe them. Though, he supposes they're not far off from his own — a natural worry that something so good might eventually leave him if he's not careful. He wants to be careful though, wants to make sure that things stay right between him and Huaisang and that they're always able to bask in such lovely moments like right now.

For now, Nanami drinks down Huaisang's moans and continues pressing inside of him, deep and deep and deep until the base of his cock hits Huaisang's rim and his sac presses against his ass. Then he grinds into him, brushing against his prostate in the grind as he kisses him even deeper. They're truly tangled up together like this and it just feels so good.

He does eventually have to pull away from the kiss, lingering in Huaisang's space as he pulls his hips back and presses them again. Slow, deep fucking as he pants against his mouth eagerly. "Beautiful, you're so... mm, beautiful and... nnh, tight..."

"Yours," Huaisang murmurs in return, soft and earnest as a vow, wanting so desperately to belong to Nanami, to be wanted and kept by him. "My master."

He clings to Nanami, whimpering and keening as Nanami fucks him deep and slow, earning wave of shuddering from each thrust. Huaisang's gotten more used to being fucked in the past weeks, no longer as tight as he had been on their first encounter, but he's still just as sensitive, and he's still plenty tight around Nanami's thick girth.

"Kento," Huaisang murmurs again, whimpers rising in pitch and grip tightening as he gets closer, tilting into a scream as he tips over that edge and comes for the first time, all his pent up need for the past hours finally allowed to release. It's a pleasure so acute that it hurts, blinding him as it roars through every nerve.

As Huaisang speaks, as he begs and whimpers, Nanami drops his head against his throat and mouths at the skin there. My master, he says and Nanami shudders with the feeling of possessiveness, of ownership. He enjoys the idea of owning Huaisang, of being the one who dictates what he does and how he does it. But also being his caretaker and keeper. That's even more tantalizing.

So, he fucks him a bit harder, the tip of his cock dragging against Huaisang's prostate with a low groan and grinding deep against him. He's so focused on that and mouthing at Huaisang that he almost doesn't notice the rising whimpers as Huaisang gets closer. It's when his grip gets tight, too tight, and his whimpers turn into screams that Nanami pulls his head back to watch as Huaisang tips over the edge and spills across his stomach.

Nanami lets out a pleased noise, leaning in to capture Huaisang's mouth with his own, swallowing down his whimpers as he fucks him even harder. He knows just because Huaisang had one orgasm, it doesn't mean he wants Nanami to stop. That's just the beginning, naturally. He groans against him, pounding hard into his hole as he licks and bites at his mouth, starting to be more aggressive in his fucking.

Huaisang loves the feeling he gets with Nanami, able to just turn his mind off and surrender utterly to pleasure and sensation. It’s strongest of all in these moments, with the pleasure and sensation of the orgasm so intense he’s drowning in it. He squirms beneath Nanami as it becomes too much, painfully intense, and he thrashes a little as he tries to shift to an angle where it’s less overwhelming, but Nanami already knows that Huaisang wants to be fucked through it. The helplessness of it pushes him so much harder into submission, so he has no choice but to accept the onslaught of pleasure.

Soon enough, he starts to come back to himself, squirming settling back into writhing as the overstimulation rebalances back toward need. It’s one of the moments he likes best, when the overstimulation is still too much and the aftershocks of his orgasm are still strong, but his need is building again, so he’s caught between the conflicting needs of wanting more and less at the same time.

He nips at Nanami in return, sweet and needy, trying his best to respond to each thing Nanami does, even though he keeps getting distracted.

The response he's getting from Huaisang is all he wants, the sweet nips and the needy whines, the squirming underneath him. Nanami lets out a low, pleased noise as he drags his teeth across Huaisang's throat and kisses along his jaw. He'll drop his hands to take hold of either of Huaisang's thighs and spread him slightly so he can fuck even more deeply into Huaisang.

"You're so good for me," he murmurs, pressing another kiss to Huaisang's jaw. "You take my cock like you were made for it. Like you can't get enough." It's intoxicating, really, watching his cock disappear into Huaisang's hole over and over. It's like he needs it, like it's a missing part of him and he can't get enough of being filled.

His sweet little Huaisang, so desperate and perfect. Nanami moans against him and nuzzles in against his throat, hips picking up their pace just to feel him harder, tighter around his thick cock.

"Yes, yes," Huaisang shivers deliciously at Nanami's words, intoxicated with the thought of being so utterly owned by Nanami, made for him, being wholly Nanami's in every way. "Need your cock so much. Been ... been thinking about you all day. I'm always incomplete without you."

His hand slides up into Nanami's hair, cradling him close as Nanami nuzzles at his throat, wanting to be surrounded with Nanami and filled up with Nanami in every possible way. The more he gets of Nanami, the more he wants, not caring about any kind of emotional safety net as he gives himself more and more to Nanami. If he breaks his heart on Nanami, then that, too, is something he'd give freely. "I need you. Need to be yours."

Nanami pulls back then, just enough for their eyes to meet so he can look Huaisang in the eyes as he fucks him. He breathes out hard, a little desperate, fingers digging into Huaisang's hips as he listens to him beg so sweetly. He groans, low and deep, and nods his head. "I'll always be here... to make you feel... whole."

A soft moan follows and he leans in to press his forehead against Huaisang's, still keeping his gaze and making this not just physically but emotionally intimate as well through the intense eye contact. Nanami's eyes are half-lidded and warm as he keeps looking back at Huaisang, taking him greedily.

"Mine... you're mine. No one else... is going to fuck you like this... ever."

Huaisang looks momentarily surprised as Nanami meets his eyes like that, part of him immediately alert to obey, but he smiles happily at the vow and the way Nanami watches him. He cups his hand against Nanami's cheek, lost in his affection for Nanami as he gazes into his eyes. "Yes, yes," he echoes, shuddering with the pleasure of the possessive promise, lashes fluttering briefly with the pure ecstasy of Nanami's words and tone. "Only yours. You've ruined me for anyone else."

There's a tiny wry curl to Huaisang's lips as he says it, but it's entirely true. He already knows that even if something one day divided them, Nanami will eternally be the metric against which all others are judged and found lacking. "My Kento."

That gets a warm smile out of Nanami, nuzzling in against Huaisang gently. He kisses his forehead and then his lips, licking into his mouth and deepening the kiss for a long moment as his eyes fall closed and he breaks the eye contact. He'll kiss him for a bit, continuing to fuck into him, so tight and so warm, the friction so good. He can feel his first orgasm starting to crest and he wants to come inside of Huaisang so badly, to feel him leaking with his come.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he pants gently against Huaisang's lips. "My Huaisang," is his reply finally, after the kiss. He'll shift his hips then, pressing even firmer against Huaisang's prostate as he starts to fuck him again in earnest. Hard, fast, deep. The bed creaks underneath them with the way Nanami continues to pound into him. He's so close now, just needs a little more.

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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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