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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 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.

Huaisang moans into the kiss, eyes closing and arms winding back around Nanami's shoulders. He sucks on Nanami's tongue with a hungry groan, addicted as always to the feeling of being filled with his tongue in addition to his cock.

As Nanami shifts to fuck him in earnest, Huaisang's moans turn back into whimpers and cries, writhing beneath Nanami as his prostate is so relentlessly targeted, urging his need higher. A few remaining aftershocks flutter through his body and Nanami's pounding catches the edge of those, intensifying them so that Huaisang arches and cries out, each one accompanied by a pleasurable set of spasms in his pelvic floor, making his cock twitch and his hole clench around Nanami. "Yes, master, please, please," he begs, as much as he can manage to get any words out at all. "Fill me, please. Your vessel, your sheath. Please. I need your seed."

It really shouldn't be as intoxicating as it is when Huaisang starts to beg him like that, makes himself sound like nothing but a hole to be filled. It touches at a more base, primal part of Nanami's brain that he typically doesn't indulge. But for this, the way it feels like this, he can't help but give in and chase that feeling. So, he slams harder into Huaisang, fucks him with a deeper greed.

"Mine... nnh, mine," he all but growls out as he drops his face against Huaisang's shoulder. His arms slide around Huaisang, his hands moving to curl against the small of his back while he envelops him in his arms. More hard, urgent thrusts come until Nanami's hips stutter slightly and he begins to spill into Huaisang's hole. Rope after rope of come lathers his insides, hot and wet as Nanami fills him up and fucks him through his orgasm.

Ripples of aftershocks keep on pouring over Huaisang, not quite high enough to reach another peak, though he knows that Nanami's likely to put him through another round or three before they're done for the night, and the waves of incredible pleasure he's riding are fully enough to keep him blissed out, barely able to focus on anything other than the sensation.

He gives cry after cry as Nanami spills into him, whimpering gratefully as Nanami claims him both with words and body. Babbling little pleas escape his lips, most of them incoherent or only a fragment of words at a time.

When Nanami finishes, Huaisang winds tighter around him, clingy as ever, nuzzling at him and kissing at his lover's collarbone. "Master."

Nanami lets out a shuddering sigh when he's finished, sinking in against Huaisang as he feels the aftershocks roll through his body. His arms slip higher up around Huaisang, holding him tight around his chest and hugging him to his body. He leans his head against Huaisang's as he feels Huaisang kiss at his collarbone and sighs, content.

His hips have slowed their movements into an idle rocking, shifting to not press up so sharply against Huaisang's prostate. He doesn't want to overstimulate him too badly here but he doesn't want to pull out either. There's the softest squishing noise as his come is pressed up inside of Huaisang's hole and he groans softly, nuzzling into Huaisang's hair.

"Better?" Now that he's filled with Nanami's come.

"Mhm," Huaisang says happily, pecking a few more cheery kisses up the side of Nanami's throat, feeling blissful after being so well fucked. "Much better. All filled up with you, safe and warm, overwhelmed with pleasure. It was wonderful. My Kento-gege."

Relaxing back into the bed so that he can look up at Nanami, Huaisang grins happily, almost sparkling with pleasure and joy. "What about you, better?"

That's enough to get another smile from Nanami, warm and soft as he enjoys the kisses he's receiving and leans in to hug Huaisang tighter to himself. Now, he slows almost to a stop, just enjoying the simple act of being inside Huaisang with no build up to come. It's just his cock, kept warm in the safe embrace of Huaisang's hole.

"Yes," he says, reassuring Huaisang. He pulls his arm back, lifting up his hand to brush fingertips across Huaisang's cheek and then lean in to kiss him gently, softly. He sighs happily as a result. "I love being inside of you. I've been waiting for this all day," is murmured next, with a nuzzle. Nanami, forever straitlaced and responsible, still can't help but think of sex with Huaisang all day as he's taking care of business. It's an awful habit he's developing.

Huaisang makes a happy sound into the kiss, a soft moan, losing himself in the kiss for a minute and needing an extra second to process the words. Then he smiles again, giggling at the sweet nuzzle. "Me, too. I kept thinking about when you'd discover that I was wearing a plug for you and how you'd react."

He grins, leaning up to nip Nanami's jaw once. He keeps his thighs tight around Nanami's hips, wanting to keep him inside for as long as he can. "It was a good reaction."

There's a considering hum there after they kiss, as he hears Huaisang's words. He thinks about the plug again, about Huaisang wearing it for hours, waiting for him. Stretched open and needful. Fuck. Nanami groans softly and his cock makes a valiant twitch of effort just at the thought. He moves one of his hands down to slide over Huaisang's hip and thigh, holding it around his waist.

"Later, I'll eat you out. Show you just how much I appreciate you keeping yourself stretched open like that for me," he speaks softly, amusement in his voice. He leans in to kiss Huaisang again, licking into his mouth this time to kiss him deeply. He'll kiss him into the pillows for a little bit, just enjoying their bodies wrapped up in each other like this before he pulls away to speak again.

"Are there other toys you want to try?"

"Ooooh," Huaisang starts to wiggle under him with excited anticipation, but fortunately Nanami has a tight grip on him so he doesn't actually move. "I'd like that. I look forward to that."

Groaning happily at another kiss, Huaisang arches up against him, hugging his arms tight around Nanami's shoulders and only reluctantly letting go to speak again.

"You make me so happy," Huaisang murmurs, cupping his hand against Nanami's cheek again and brushing his thumb over Nanami's cheekbone. "I want to try ... all the things. I want ... I want a collar, at some point. I want you to pin me down or tie me up."

There's a pleased hint to Nanami's expression as Huaisang says he'd like that. Nanami is more than happy to shower Huaisang in pleasure, his impulse to devour nothing short of overwhelming for him. To share that is a must. For now, he leans into the touches to his cheek, turning his head to press a kiss to Huaisang's palm before looking back at him again.

At the list of things he describes, Nanami isn't surprised by them. These are all consistent with what they've been doing and what he's discovering that Huaisang likes. He nods his head as a result and considers his reply. "I've... already been looking at where to get you a custom made collar. I have a place in mind, we can go together and you can pick what you'd like." Just leaning forward after that to press a kiss to his forehead.

"As for the rest, I'd be happy to pin you down. I can also buy some ropes that would make tying you up easy."

Blushing deeply and grinning as Nanami says he's looking into collar things, Huaisang nods eagerly, peppering a few more kisses along Nanami's cheek in thanks. "Good. I'm excited for that. I can't wait."

Drawing his teeth slowly over his own lower lip as he studies Nanami, Huaisang keeps grinning, trying to hold in his own ridiculous enthusiasm at least enough to hold a conversation instead of just getting lost in kisses and affection again. "What about you? What are some of the things you'd most like to do with me that we haven't tried yet?"

Nanami would not mind getting lost in kisses and affection, really, but he does see the merit of keeping focused enough for a conversation. Still, Huaisang is just so pretty and Nanami is weak to him, and to having him this close, to being buried inside of him and being able to feel him all over. It won't be long until he starts up another round.

Especially as he thinks of what he'd like from Huaisang. He considers and is immediately hit by the thought of Huaisang dressed all pretty for him, in women's clothes. Huaisang in a tight dress, hugging all the right parts. Lipstick to smear across Nanami's face. Huaisang's sharp cries as Nanami fucks him while he wears it. It's already enough for him to flush slightly and he considers how to describe the fantasy.

"I'd like to see you dress up for me. A dress, make up, everything. I'll take you out on a date like that. Then I fuck you in the dress," A pause follows and he adds on, "Maybe even in public."

Huaisang grins happily at the suggestion, nodding excitedly as Nanami talks. "I'd like that." He can't help but wiggle a little beneath Nanami, already thinking about his outfit and styling. "I've got plenty of super hot options you haven't seen yet. I've always been, um ... not particularly attached to gender roles. Genderfluid, I guess. I just ... don't often wear the more femme things in my closet." He regrets starting to explain, because it's something he doesn't fully understand about himself, and it ties in plenty to his existing insecurities, so now he's derailed his own excitement. Looking aside again, Huaisang chews on his lip, trying to figure out what else he should say or explain.

"I'll start being braver about what I wear around you," Huaisang promises, a little more decisively. That's the most important part of what he's trying to communicate. "Now that I know you like it."

He can see the way Huaisang falters a little, his insecurities rising and tying him up in knots for just a moment. It makes Nanami lean in to kiss him in an effort to soothe him. Slow, soft kissing, lips against lips, a hunger for them both. When he pulls away, his own lips will be a little red and wet and he presses a follow up kiss to the corner of Huaisang's mouth.

"I like it. I like you. I only thought of it because, well, you already wear panties for me. This would just be... more. Whatever you're comfortable with, I want to try with you." And it's not like Nanami is saying he wants to date a woman instead. There's just something tantalizing about the idea of Huaisang dressing up very feminine for him, and there are times that Nanami very much appreciates the masculine aspects of Huaisang as well. So, fluid very much is the right word here.

"I wear panties for me," Huaisang says, with a slightly confused blink. He'd absolutely given thought to wearing sexy things for Nanami, so he wore some of his best panties, but it surprised him to think of wearing anything else. "I like wearing soft silk things, and I like how they look on me. The way they cup my cock." Huaisang ducks his head a little, shy, but he's grinning enough that the expression is coy rather than insecure. "I'll dress like me, Kento. I'll just dress ... more like me. More brave. And I have a few really stunning gowns, so you'd better be taking me someplace nice so that I have a reason to wear them. But I've also got some really cute miniskirts that I'd love to be fucked in sometime." He's got ideas. He's got lots of ideas.

Nanami's eyes widen a moment at the correction and then he looks a bit embarrassed. "Of course. Yes, apologies, I know that. It was... a slip of the tongue, really. I suppose I've liked it a bit more selfishly than I admitted."

He'll lift a hand to cup Huaisang's cheek and kiss him again in apology. A sweet kiss, another lingering kiss, and he sighs softly against him. Huaisang really does just feel so good to hold, to kiss, to fuck. He nods at the other words as well, the idea of Huaisang dressing like himself. More like himself. Being brave. He smiles warmly at the idea of taking him out in his gowns... and fucking him in his miniskirts.

"Anything you want. I like it all."

"Don't worry, I'll wear plenty of things for you," Huaisang smiles happily, melting as Nanami kisses him, warm and sweet but not yet heady enough to distract them both. "I wore the plug for you. So I could think about you all day, excited for the moment you got home, excited to have you buried inside me. Ooh, you know..."

Eyes sparkling with playful salaciousness, Huaisang traced a fingertip along Nanami's collarbone. "What I'd like to do sometime." His fingertip reached the end of Nanami's collarbone and started back the other way, light and teasing, as he kept glancing up to see Nanami's expression then back down to the path he was tracing, drawing out what he wanted to say.

"I was thinking. Some day when we both have a reason to be in the office ... and you're not to worried about needing to be productive. You could fuck me in the morning and slip a plug into me, so you'd know all day long that I was walking around filled up with your come. And if you got too distracted thinking about that, you could summon me into your office and bend me over your desk. Lift up my skirt and slide right in. You'd probably need to keep a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet." His gaze is lingering more boldly on Nanami's expression by the time he's finished, knowing perfectly well that Nanami's going to be pleased with this fantasy.

Oh. Now that's a fantasy. Nanami's gaze is fixed on Huaisang as he begins to trace his finger across his collarbone, as he so obviously begins to tease him. And then he's describing his fantasy, the things he wants from Nanami and that's... phew, that's turns him on an indescribable amount. There's a half-lidded look back at Huaisang as he finally meets his eyes and Nanami doesn't answer with words.

Instead, he just kisses Huaisang. Hard and deep, into the pillows, a hand moving to grip a fistful of his hair as he groans softly into his mouth and licks into him. He hasn't yet said yes or no to the fantasy but with the way he's kissing Huaisang and the way his hips start to move, grinding into him even though he's not hard yet, just to build friction, it shows just how much he does like that idea.

He'd already been confident that Nanami would like that, knowing enough of Nanami's kinks that he thought this fantasy would fit right in. Even just from the last few minutes, Huaisang feels so much more confident and safe, certain that Nanami likes him just as he is, not because he's convenient or easy. Already he's been becoming so much more himself again, shedding the bland, inoffensive version of himself that so easily became only a pale shadow of the people he'd dated. All the thousand ways he makes himself small and forgettable, easy to overlook.

With Nanami, he feels seen, and it brings out a side of Huaisang who wants to make people look. To be bold with his art and attire. To gall the people who don't like his gender presentation, and to earn envy from those who do, making them all jealous that he belongs to Nanami. To inspire that hunger in Nanami's eyes that makes him forget about work and dinner and anything practical, anything other than Huaisang.

Huaisang moans gratefully into the kiss, thighs tightening on either side of Nanami's hips as he helps to grind his hips up, whimpering with pleasure at the shift of Nanami's body against his own, the soft tickling of Nanami's pubes against the sensitive flesh around his entrance. Huaisang waxes his legs and cleft, even his balls, leaving only a tidy thatch of hair above his cock in order to frame it.

Sliding his hands up into Nanami's hair in return, Huaisang fists tight as he returns the kiss, deep and hungry, licking into Nanami's mouth in return in order to map every last inch of him.

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