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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 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.

Nanami is the complete contrast of Huaisang. While he doesn't have much body hair, what he does have he doesn't trim. So, his pubic hair is well maintained but still present, a long trail of it from his abdomen down to his cock. His arms have a light dusting of hair and even his chest, an even lighter fare. Nanami is firmly on the masculine side of things, from his sharp suits to his neatly trimmed hair and all the rest. He's never had doubt about his masculinity before.

The only thing is that he knows he's also attracted to all genders. A realization he had as a teenager that he accepted and continued forward. It means his attraction to Huaisang is not just because he's a man but because of his other ways of presenting himself. The fantasies he describes plays into that nicely. The idea of filling Huaisang with his spend, having him carry it around all day, filling him more with the casual dominance he's able to show sometimes with Huaisang. That combined with Huaisang in a skirt, ass on offer for him, absolutely ravishing.

Yeah, Huaisang got it in one. Exactly what Nanami would like.

So, they kiss and Nanami hardens inside of Huaisang, his cock thickening from the thoughts filling him, the arousal from their physicality and also the fantasies playing in his mind. He wants it all, he wants Huaisang. He moans helplessly into the kiss and kisses him even harder, rocking in against his hole with a shudder.

When the kiss breaks, Nanami breathes heavily against Huaisang's mouth and noses lightly at him, beginning to press his hardening cock deeper inside of him. He also adds, "One more thing — I want to spank you." Another kiss stolen before he follows up. "I love your ass, I want to see it red under my palm."

"Yes," Huaisang breathes the word at once, then another breathy laugh between their lips because he can't at all argue the point that kissing is more important than talking. "I'd like that. I want that. I'd definitely start begging to be fucked."

He squirms under Nanami as best he can, grinding his hips up against him as he feels his lover hardening inside him, slowly stretching his hole wider as his cock grows. "You feel so good like that. Getting hard inside me. Fuck, Kento-gege." Huaisang whines with need, rocking his hips up to try and get every possible millimeter of Nanami's shaft, utterly desperate for him even now, when he already has him buried inside.

It's hard to get enough of each other. Even though it's two weeks in — it's still two weeks in. Shouldn't this desperate, gnawing need to be inside of Huaisang and fucking the life out of him abate even a little? It hasn't. Nanami still wants to take him, to fuck him, to make him weep with pleasure and then some. He hears Huaisang whine with need, feels him clench around his growing erection and Nanami breathes out harshly, followed by a groan.

Okay, yeah. Talking... isn't as important anymore. Not as important as fucking Huaisang. Nanami shifts to lean on his elbows on either side of Huaisang, his hips pulling back and then slowly pushing in again. He starts to build a solid pace, fingers curling into the sheets under Huaisang and eyes falling closed as he focuses on what he's doing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He needs him. He needs him so bad.

Brushing kisses all over Nanami's jaw and throat, Huaisang keeps his arms hugged over Nanami's shoulders to keep him close, spilling breathy gasps and whimpers close to Nanami's ear with each thrust. He can't help but want to cling tight at all times, to want to wind himself around Nanami and never let go. He's constantly so hungry for more of Nanami, so desperate to give himself fully to Nanami in every possible way, all the more so because of how Nanami makes him feel so accepted, so desired just as he is.

"Kento," he gasps, another needy whine spilling from him. He nuzzles at Nanami, then nips at him, scattering little bites in between the kisses because he's got more emotion spilling through him than he can deal with, whole body quivering with affection, need, and lust. "Mine."

With Huaisang wrapped so tightly around him, Nanami can't get enough of him. Well, he can't in general but he feels the tight heat of his hole, the needy whines and breathy gasps, the pleading of his name and the possessive tilt of the mine that Huaisang breathes out. It's all enough to make Nanami feel whole and hungry for the other man.

He fucks him harder then, pulling himself nearly all the way out and then slamming in again. He grinds down on Huaisang's prostate and buries his face in his throat. One arm moves to curl around Huaisang's torso, clutching his back as he fucks him over and over and over. It's just so good, it's just so good.

"Mmm, yours. Can't get enough. Need your tight pussy all the time," he groans out, head fogged with lust.

"Yes, please," Huaisang begs, whimpering and desperate as Nanami fucks harder into him. It's overwhelming, and Huaisang squirms beneath him, almost struggling as he simultaneously tries to get more and to lessen the intensity of what he is getting. "Fill me, breed me, please, master."

His arms stay tight around Nanami's shoulders, whimpering helplessly as his lover holds him tight and pounds relentlessly against his sensitive prostate. Kissing feverishly at Nanami's neck and shoulder, anything he can reach, Huaisang bites him as he comes, teeth sinking into Nanami's shoulder, firm enough to leave a bruise but not to break skin, holding on as his body shudders and spasms around Nanami's cock.

When he feels Huaisang come around his cock, he isn't surprised. It just makes him double down on fucking Huaisang, his hips hitting harder even though Huaisang just came. But Nanami hasn't, Nanami is still hungry for this, for more of it, and Huaisang is already wet from lube and Nanami's previous orgasm. It's a squelching noise that follows as Nanami pounds into him and he groans as he feels the bite to his shoulder, his hand sliding up from Huiasang's back to his hair, holding him to his throat.

"I'm ... mm, going to," he groans out softly. His hand moves again, this time to Huaisang's stomach, pressing gently against where a womb might be if Huiasang had one. He still feels the pound of his own cock there though, pressing in deep and stretching Huaisang around him. "Right here, I'll get you pregnant. Fill you up with so much of my come you can't do anything but beg for more. Stretched out and dripping with it, you'll never feel empty again."

Bucking beneath Nanami as he fucks him through it the orgasm, Huaisang releases his teeth so he can cry out instead, neck arching and pressing into Nanami's hand in his hair. He feels so fulfilled, so overwhelmed with pleasure as Nanami claims him, relentlessly filling him deep.

He gasps at how Nanami's hand presses against his belly, and how it makes him so much more aware of Nanami thrusting inside of him there, how his body shifts a little with each thrust, belly swelling from Nanami's thick cock.

"Yes. Please, master," he begs, flustered at the kink talk, the sort of thing that would reduce him to blushing if he weren't already flushed red with from fucking. But even if Nanami used something like that to make him blush in any other innocent situation, Huaisang would still respond by begging for it. "Please. I need to always be filled up with you. Full and round with your seed. Please."

Nanami doesn't come off as the type of guy who would use such graphic kink talk usually, which is part of why it's so effective when he does use it. His voice goes low, almost a growl, with the way he takes Huaisang over and over. He's still so hard, aching with it and Huaisang's begging pleas go straight to his dick. It feels good, great, and he really wants to keep going.

"You will," he murmurs, nosing against Huaisang's throat as his head falls back while he's fucked. He nips at him lightly and then continues, "I'm never letting you go. You're mine." And with that, the hand on his belly presses firmer against his stomach as his thrusts grow a little rougher. He can feel the bed shaking underneath them with the friction.

Ugh, he's so close but he doesn't want to be. He wants to stay right here in this moment, the wet heat of Huaisang around his cock and the feeling of the other man falling apart underneath him making him rabid. He's torn between equal desires to come and to hold back so he can keep grinding into Huaisang over and over again. It's just... so good.

Affection and desire pours through him, with an aching, gnawing need for Nanami, mirroring his desire for this moment to last forever, to be joined like this always.

Huaisang can't come down fully from the orgasm, can't tell if he's still coming, if the aftershocks are just ripples from the last orgasm or if they're ongoing waves of it. He'd never had sex anything like this before Nanami. On his own, he'd managed some nice multiple orgasms, learned that he likes being overwhelmed and pushing his limits a little, but sex with other men (and occasionally women) had always been pleasant at best, and usually mediocre. Never like this, with his submission and desire and sensation all pushed to the max, emotions a torrent and body spasming.

"Yours," he echoes back at Nanami, babbling his devotion. "Meant to be yours. Made for your cock, made to be filled up with your seed."

He bucks again as another hard wave of orgasm tears through him, screaming at the intensity of it and thrashing beneath Nanami, helpless in the grip of his pleasure.

It's feeling Huaisang come again on his cock, the spasms of his inner walls and the way he screams from the intensity that finally tips Nanami over the edge. He groans helplessly, wantonly, his face pressed against Huaisang's throat as he pounds into him over and over before his hips still and he begins to fill him with his seed.

Thick, heavy ropes of come begin to spill inside of Huaisang and Nanami grips him tightly, the hand that was pressed against his stomach going around his middle to hold him tight while the other hand balances on the bed to keep him upright. His fingers curl into the sheets and he pants heavily, grinding himself into Huaisang to spill every last drop inside of him.

"Nngh, fuck. You feel so good."

All the pleasure hits a tipping point and Huaisang's thrashing stops with a few last trembles as Nanami comes inside of him. His body arches, muscles taut, and then he sags, going completely limp beneath Nanami, melted from the pleasure.

Mumbling a soft, contented but incoherent reply, Huaisang watches him through low-lidded eyes, lashes fluttering a little, consciousness not entirely present as he floats in a haze of afterglow. "Mmn."

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