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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 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?"

Huaisang's eyes close happily at that sweet kiss to his forehead, savoring the feeling, and then open again to gaze dotingly at his lover. He feels so immensely lucky to have Nanami, all the more so that Nanami takes such good care of him, and most of all that Nanami's so ready to make all of Huaisang's kinkiest dreams come true.

"Which would I like to do first?" Huaisang blinks thoughtfully, since he doesn't think Nanami's really asking him to rule out one or the other. "Neither right now. I'd want to plan ahead for both of them. Let's stick with the cuddles and teasing--and finishing dinner for right now."

Whenever Nanami sets him down. Huaisang's so happy being held like this that he's in no hurry, head tipped to one side as he admires his boyfriend, utterly trusting and content. He could stare at Nanami's handsome face all day, and it's a nice way to space out.

At Huaisang's answer, Nanami gives a nod, understanding. "Mm, okay. Just let me know when you want to try it, we can make any preparations then." Because he is interested now, now that Huaisang has sold it to him. He likes the idea of taking Huaisang in all kinds of manner, and to pretend that they're something else, someone else, it might be fun.

He does notice the way Huaisang is admiring him though, his lips tugging up at one corner as he leans in to press his nose to Huaisang's temple and smile against his skin. They've only just stopped fucking but honestly, Nanami wouldn't be opposed to turning right back into the bedroom and taking Huaisang again. It really is ridiculous what this man does to his libido.

For now, he'll settle him on the couch, gently laying him out before pulling back and running fingers through his hair. "Let me go reheat the food, I'll be back in a minute." And he moves, grabbing the food left on the dining table and moving to the kitchen to reheat it in the microwave. The whole time, he does this nude, not interested in getting dressed again when it's clear he's going to have Huaisang again in less time than they probably thought. Even just laying out to watch a movie, he'd prefer the skin to skin contact between the both of them.

He'll eventually come back, bowls of food in hand and will settle on the couch next to Huaisang. He'll set the food on the coffee table in front of them before patting his lap, urging Huaisang to crawl into it. "Come here, let me feed you."

Huaisang settles gladly down onto the couch, giving just a soft squeak at how the plug shifts inside of him as his weight is set down. Lifting his head with a smile as Nanami caresses his hair, Huaisang turns so that he can watch Nanami go, smirking a little as he admires Nanami's muscular back and tight ass. Distracted by the view, Huaisang forgets that he meant to put on a movie, but his hands go into his own hair, smoothing the thick strands and tidying it up after it had gotten mussed during sex. Weaving his hair into a simple braid to keep it out of the way for now, Huaisang lets it drape over his shoulder.

When Nanami returns, Huaisang climbs gladly onto his lap, giving his boyfriend a sweet kiss on the cheek before settling. He sat with his back to Nanami, thighs spread on either side of Nanami's legs so that his lover would have access to tease him if he wanted. "Mm, sorry, I meant to put on a movie. I got distracted. By your ass."

Leaning over to reach for the remote now, Huaisang settled back against Nanami's chest and turned his head to give his boyfriend another kiss on the cheek. "Do you care what I put on?"

Nanami isn't expecting Huaisang to sit on him, back to chest. Was expecting him to sit sideways instead and so, in this position, it makes the temptation that is Huaisang's body even more prevalent. He watches him, as he leans forward to grab the remote, the soft swell of his ass and curves of his body. Nanami's hand slides over his back, settling on his waist and then curling around it as Huaisang settles against his chest.

There's a soft shake of his head at the question, turning to kiss Huaisang's cheek himself, then press a few more kisses down to his throat, nuzzling in against him. He sighs, satisfied, as he breathes in Huaisang's scent, the lingering perfume of his body wash. "Mm, no. Pick whatever you want."

He could put on porn if he wanted and Nanami's attention would still be on his boyfriend and where he's sat in his lap. His cock twitches just a bit, stirring to life, but he knows he should focus on feeding Huaisang first. Dinner. And then sex. Dinner, and then sex. He has to keep reminding himself.

"Pass me the bowl." The bowl of meat, veggies, and rice. He combined them for now, for easier feeding. The chopsticks lay across it and Nanami will be able to easily feed Huaisang like that.

Huaisang makes a contented sound at the sweet kisses along his cheek and throat, eyes closing blissfully as his head tips to the side, offering up more of his neck for Nanami's access. He allows himself to get distracted into that for a few seconds, before he manages to put on a movie, something he's seen a couple times before and enjoys but won't care if he gets too distracted to follow the plot.

Then he reaches forward again to hand Nanami the bowl as commanded, turning his upper body enough that Nanami can see his mouth in order to more easily be able to feed him.

His attention lingers on Nanami more than on the movie, hungrily taking a few more bites and licking his lips between each one, nudging Nanami when he forgets to feed himself. "You gotta keep up your strength and get enough protein for all those muscles," Huaisang teases, eyes sparkling with mirth. "So you can keep carrying me around and have the stamina to fuck me multiple times each day."

Nanami does forget to eat, too focused on feeding Huaisang instead. But at the teasing, he does smile and steals a quick kiss from Huaisang before popping meat into his mouth. He'll eat, he'll eat. At the very least, with the both of them eating, they'll get through the bowl faster which means getting back to the more pleasant things faster. True to his word too, he's not paying any attention to the movie, only to Huaisang, and pressing kisses to him occasionally after bites of food.

"I promise to keep myself fit just for you," He replies, with amusement. "As long as you keep eating to make sure your ass is a perfect bubble butt just for me."

Because yes, Nanami does love that bouncy, round swell of Huaisang's ass and could lose himself in it for days at a time. Has absolutely lost himself in it for days at a time. Huaisang's body is perfect to him, just the right amount of soft and firm in equal measure. It's distracting to think about, has his cock twitching just a bit in his desire to fuck Huaisang again.

For now though, he focuses on finishing the food. It goes by quickly, and before long there's an empty bowl in Nanami's hands. He'll lean forward, chest pressing to Huaisang's back, so he can set it on the coffee table. Then he's dropping back against the couch and without preamble, one of his arms goes around Huaisang's middle and the other slips between his thighs, pushing them apart wider so he can reach underneath him and touch at the plug inside of him. His fingers begin to touch at Huaisang's rim, toying with it lightly.

He doesn't even pretend to watch the movie.

Huaisang laughs at that stipulation, nodding at once. "I promise. Nice and plump and round. If anything, I'm just going to have to commit to eating even more pastries so I don't waste away from all this sex ..." Winking playfully, Huaisang took the next bite, glad for the food after the exercise they'd just had.

He gave a soft sound of desire as Nanami pressed him forward like that, chest pinning Huaisang down. When Nanami leaned back, Huaisang relaxed back against Nanami's chest, wiggling a little as he settles comfortably.

As Nanami's hand slides over his thighs, pushing them open, Huaisang cooperates easily, spreading his thighs wider to offer himself up for his boyfriend's entertainment. He gives a soft, pleased sound as Nanami starts toying with him, shivering once at the feeling of Nanami's warm fingers teasing his sensitive rim. His cock gives a twitch of interest, starting to rise again as Nanami continues touching him. "Mm, Kento-gege..."

There's a thought there, of buying Huaisang the pastries himself. Feeding them to him. Feeding them to him while fucking him. He never thought he'd be a food kink kind of guy but then again, he's a bit of a foodie in the first place and he loves going to bakeries. So, maybe he does have a bit of a thing about it. Next time then, next time he'll do that and lick Huaisang clean as he fucks up against his prostate. It'll be perfect.

For now, he focuses on the teasing, the temptation. His hands hang loosely between Huaisang's thighs, one of them playing with the toy easily. He presses it even deeper inside of Huaisang then, rolling it around in him before sliding fingers to his rim and tugging around the plug. He'll even get a finger wedged between the plug and his hole, sliding calloused fingertips against his inner walls lazily.

It's all teasing, all temptation. He turns his head to press a kiss to Huaisang's temple at the sound of his name and sighs softly. "What am I going to do with you?" he murmurs quietly, amusement in his voice, and at the same time his cock begins to stiffen against Huaisang's backside.

Huaisang's glad that he chose something he's seen before, because he's instantly immensely distracted by everything Nanami's doing. The movie is completely forgotten as Nanami plays with him, hands wandering over Huaisang's thighs and playing with his hole. He squirms in Nanami's lap, whimpers coming quicker as his desire rises.

"Is that rhetorical, or were you looking for suggestions?" Huaisang asks, yelping as Nanami's finger pushes in alongside the plug, making him arch and writhe in Nanami's arms, cheeks blazing. His hips rock against Nanami's hand, instinctively trying to fuck himself on Nanami's finger. "Fuck, Kento-gege."

He's getting harder, arousal pressing up against that plush ass he was admiring just a while ago. He leans forward against Huaisang's back, nosing in against his throat as he continues to slide his finger in along the plug. Another finger joins the first, truly stretching Huaisang wide now as he presses a few kisses to the crook of Huaisang's throat.

"If you have suggestions," he murmurs against Huaisang's skin. "I'll take them." Otherwise, what is he going to do? Well, likely just fuck the hell out of Huaisang until he weeps. But if he's going to do that regardless, there's ways to make it more interesting too. The way Huaisang is trying to fuck himself on Nanami's fingers though, even while the plug is inside of him, it makes Nanami want to draw out this teasing as long as possible.

It's hard to think at all with Nanami's fingers driving him mad like this. Huaisang squirms against Nanami's grip, trying to get more and also trying to ease the torment that Nanami is lavishing on him. "I..."

He shivers at the light brush of Nanami's fingers against his inner thighs, and that gives him an idea. "You know I'm ticklish?" Huaisang asks, not sure if they've actually discussed that. He's sure Nanami has at least noticed that he gets ticklish sometimes from caresses, easily overstimulated and oversensitive as he is. "You could make me laugh and squirm while you're balls deep in me. That might be fun."

Nanami has noticed that, though hasn't acted on it yet. Just something he clocks away for a later date, unsure how to leverage the knowledge but knowing he wants to. Now that Huaisang has asked him to, he considers what he'll do. At the same time, his two fingers inside of Huaisang push in deeper, past the first knuckle and he crooks them, making Huaisang spread wider for him.

"I could do that," he muses aloud. His free hand slides upwards, light fingers ghosting over Huaisang's stomach and then his sides, rubbing his knuckles lightly over Huaisang's ribs. "I love your laugh."

It would be cute, he thinks. For now, he presses another kiss to Huaisang's throat, nuzzling in against him while his fingers ghost across Huaisang's skin, his others play with his hole. He's definitely hard again, half erect and nudging up against Huaisang's ass and back. It would be so easy to pull the plug out and replace it with himself.

Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

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