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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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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."

As Huaisang drops to the bed beneath him, Nanami follows suit. His body sinks onto Huaisang's and he rests his whole weight on him, covering him like a very sweaty, masculine weighted blanket. He tucks his face in against Huaisang's throat and breathes him in, just coming down from the high of such a good fuck.

He's... going to stay just like that, for as long as possible. Basking in the quiet afterglow of their copulation and enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed together. This is good. This is great, even.

Huaisang nuzzles softly at him as he recovers some of his consciousness, brushing a few sweet kisses against Nanami's throat. After a few more minutes, his fingertips start tracing idle patterns over the skin of Nanami's back and shoulders, finally coming forward to trace along his collarbone.

"We should watch a movie," Huaisang murmurs, a soft rumble of both pleasure and playfulness in his voice. "With me on your lap so you can pet me and tease me until I start begging for you again." He knows there's not a chance of them seeing the end of whatever movie they watch, and it'll be a miracle if they're still paying attention at the halfway point.

"And maybe heat up the rest of our dinner," Huaisang adds, sparkling with amusement over the fact that they'd gotten too distracted to finish.

That's enough to get a soft, breathless kind of laugh from Nanami. He gives a hum and considers Huaisang's suggestion. The rest of dinner, then a movie. Huaisang in his lap. He likes the idea of all of that and is more than agreeable to it. So, he nods and lifts his head to press a soft kiss to Huaisang's jaw, arms looping around him to hug him tight to his chest.

"That sounds good. Do you want a plug?" Because he's still buried deep inside of Huaisang and there's no way it's going to feel good for Huaisang to be that empty after Nanami pulls out. But he can get him a plug from the nearby bedside table so hold inside of him until Nanami fucks him again. Just something he's learned from their insatiable appetites so far.

Giggling happily as Nanami scoops him up for another tight hug like that, Huaisang returns it gladly, burrowing his nose against Nanami's collarbone and practically vibrating with affection. He feels so much happy, enthusiastic adoration for Nanami that he doesn't know what to do with himself, but fortunately Nanami seems insatiable for Huaisang's desire and attention, so it's working out well for them.

He only considers the question for a moment before nodding, detangling a little from Nanami to let him get up to fetch the plug before they get distracted again. "Mhm, yes please. I think that's the best idea. And that way you can play with it to drive me crazy."

There's amusement in Nanami's eyes at Huaisang's brazen suggestion. But it's not wrong, of course, because Nanami will absolutely play with it until Huaisang is begging for his cock, is needful and desperate in his lap. He knows what they both enjoy and it's the slow build, the tease, after the initial burst of need.

Thankfully, Nanami doesn't have to pull too far away, can still stay inside of Huaisang as he reaches for the bedside table. He stretches over the both of them, pulling open the drawer there and reaching in to blindly fish out a plug. It's got a good girth, similar to Nanami's, but it's a plug so it's not that deep. Just enough to keep Huaisang stretched and happy.

He'll pull back then and shift to rest his weight on his knees between Huaisang's spread legs, finally easing himself out of Huaisang with a soothing hand rubbing against his thigh as he does. He knows it's uncomfortable for him to pull out when they're so entwined with one another, so he doesn't linger before he's pressing the plug inside of Huaisang, knowing that he's already more than enough lubed up and wet with come to hold it comfortably inside of him.

"Good?"

Huaisang's breath catches on a ragged gasp as Nanami moves above him, and he untangles enough to let him stretch out that arm, though a few more little gasps and whimpers escape him at Nanami's shifting.

Wincing as Nanami pulls out, Huaisang can't help his pout at the loss of him. He sits up gingerly, one eye still squinted shut with a wince, but he smiles anyway at Nanami, knowing that the discomfort will calm down quickly. "Don't know if I'm going to be capable of walking yet," he comments, hoping and mostly expecting that Nanami will carry him into the living room.

Eyes lingering on Nanami either way, Huaisang suckles on his own lower lip for a moment, thoughtful and mulling over his desires and some of the things they've already discussed. "What about roleplay? Are you into that kind of thing?"

As Huaisang sits up, Nanami sits back and shifts to sit properly, legs extended out in front of him on either side of Huaisang. He lifts a hand to pet Huaisang's hair gently, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead as he makes a mental note to carry Huaisang to the living room. At the question, he gives a hum of consideration, thinking about it. "I've never done it before, I feel like I might not be very good at it. But if you want to try it together, that might be fun."

Then he's moving to crawl off bed, standing at the edge and beckoning Huaisang closer to him. He'll lean forward then so he can scoop him up, one arm under his knees, the other on his back in a bridal carry as he lifts his boyfriend from the bed. It's easy then to start walking back to the living room from there.

"You don't have to win any acting awards," Huaisang assures him. He shifts immediately at Nanami's summons, obeying without a thought, and loops his arms around Nanami's shoulders as his beloved scoops him up. "I'm thinking more, say ... if you were a king and I was a pretty captive tribute given to you to ravish and enjoy." One of his hands slides forward to trace idle patterns along Nanami's collarbone, and his eyes lower again, coy and coaxing as he lays out his ideas and desires, wanting to stoke Nanami's excitement about fulfilling them. "Or--have you heard of primal play? Like if you were a hunter or predator, stalking me, catching me, pinning me down while you claim me ... that sort of thing."

A king and a pretty captive, huh? He thinks about it, how he'd get into character and thinks it'd be easy enough to demand things of Huaisang, to take him and fuck him as if he was nothing more than his concubine. The thought pleases him immensely, so he thinks he might be more interested in this roleplay than he expected.

Then Huaisang is describing primal play and Nanami blinks, a little surprised by the concept but immediately, he feels a heat in his gut at the thought. Stalking Huaisang, pinning him down, claiming him... the idea of Huaisang struggling under him but unable to get out because Nanami is much stronger than him. Hm. His cock twitches just a little, the idea too tempting to ignore.

"I like both of those," he comments, walking with Huaisang to the living room. He'll need to set him down, so he can go reheat their food and bring it to him afterwards. But he also doesn't want to let Huaisang go at all. He leans in, nuzzles him gently, and presses a kiss to his forehead.

"Which would you like to do more?"

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