marlowemuses | Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

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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 shivers at the broad, warm hands exploring his skin, boldly laying claim to every inch of him. He shifts in Nanami's lap, arms sliding up around Nanami's shoulders to keep himself close as he savors the teasing kisses and teeth along his neck.

Under the sweater, Huaisang's got on a soft pair of silk panties, cut high up to show off most of each cheek, and with a thin enough strip of cloth between his legs that it's easy to draw to one side to access the plug within. Coy but easy access, just like everything about his outfit for the day.

"Well, it had to be something easy access, right, Daddy?" Huaisang asks, light and flirty, words interrupted by gasps and hitches in his breath as Nanami kneads his ass with such wicked intent, toying with him. It's not something he's called Nanami before, since it's a lower priority for Huaisang as a kink compared to calling Nanami Master. The word trips off his tongue playfully, teasing Nanami with it to see how he responds. "So that you can bend me over your desk and slide right in, any time you want, all day long. And anyone else who sees me in this and wants me will just be achingly jealous that you're the only one who ever will."

Now, it might be a lower priority kink for Huaisang than master but when Huaisang calls him daddy, something does alight in Nanami in a hungry want. He groans softly and bites down harder on Huaisang's throat — not a smart move if he doesn't want to leave a mark but the impulse overwhelms him. He had intention to build up to the fucking, to do more teasing but instead he just says —

"Call me that again."

A demand, an instruction. Huaisang wants Nanami to be his daddy, huh? The thought makes Nanami a little dizzy. Immediately, he's going to lift Huaisang in his grip, stepping the short distance to his desk and placing him on it. More kisses are pressed across Huaisang's throat and then he's pulling his hands back. The next sound Huaisang will hear is the sound of Nanami undoing his belt buckle and the front of his pants.

Huaisang gasps at the bite, smugly thrilled at his success, all ready to keep right on teasing. But the note of command and lust in Nanami's voice knocks that teasing right out of him, shifting the balance of power back firmly into Nanami's hands. As he's so smoothly lifted onto the desk. Huaisang's lips fall open as his legs part, both motions unthinking.

Oh. That's a clear success, then, Nanami very favorable to that kink. Huaisang might have used the title earlier if he'd known Nanami was so into it, and he half-wonders why Nanami didn't ask him for it or use it himself. But Nanami's not exactly the sort to call himself 'daddy' in the third person, and Huaisang thinks it's possible that this is a new discovery for Nanami. Or maybe just a new discovery of how much he likes it when Huaisang calls him that.

His hole clenches at the familiar sound of Nanami's belt buckle, and he licks his lips and swallows, just a little bit nervous about what he's just awoken in Nanami and what he's in for now.

"Yes, daddy," he echoes softly, thighs parting a little wider, offering up the view of his gray silk panties and his small cock pressing hungrily against the front of them.

It's definitely a mix of it being a new discovery and it being Huaisang calling him that. Nanami didn't think he was one for such a base kink but something about it makes Nanami feel a little powerful, a little dominant. Makes him feel like he's consumed Huaisang completely and that Huaisang belongs to him. He doesn't really know, he'll have to unpack it a bit more later but for now, it's gotten him so hard in such a short amount of time that he feels like he's about to explode.

Watching Huaisang spread his legs, panties stretching over him and knowing the plug is right underneath them, Nanami lets out something like a growl. He reaches out then to tug Huaisang's panties down and off, tossing them to the side as he steps between the spread of his legs now. His cock hangs heavy and hard, pulled free from his pants and aching to be inside of Huaisang.

Like this too, the size difference between them is obvious. Nanami's cock is double the size of Huaisang's, massive and girthy next to Huaisang's small thing. But even that's erotic in of itself, like Nanami's cock is meant to be inside Huaisang and that's it. Nanami is reaching forward now, fingers taking hold of the base of the plug inside of Huaisang and pulling it out gently. It's a miracle he can pull it out gently, with how aroused he is, instead of just tear it away.

He'll set it on the desk nearby before digging into his pants pocket to pull out a small tube of lubricant. He opens it up to smear some on his cock and after that, it's easy to start guiding himself into Huaisang's waiting, desperate hole.

"There we go..."

Huaisang leans back onto his elbows, eyes still fixed on Nanami, flicking between watching his hands as they move and watching the hunger and reverence on Nanami's face. No one's ever looked at him the way Nanami does, and it makes Huaisang feel beautiful, powerful, and safe. Nanami sees him as he is, and wants him wholly.

His legs close only just enough for Nanami to pull down the panties. He tries to lift his hips, but when he pushes his foot back for leverage, he only catches air under the desk. The best he can do is a little wiggle of his hips to help get the panties off, opening his legs again the moment that the panties are dropped aside.

The sight of Nanami's hefty cock draws a little whimper of desire from him, an ache clenching in his belly with the pure want he feels, utter desperation to have Nanami sliding deep inside of him, fucking him rough and possessive.

He gives a little cry as Nanami pulls the plug free, then bites down on his lower lip, trying to keep himself quiet. "Please, daddy," he begs, eyes pleading as much as his words. "Please fuck me."

Huaisang has that look on his face, pure desperation and earnest want that makes Nanami want to do nothing more than please him. It feels so good to be the object of Huaisang's desires and he knows the deep affection comes from a life with a lack of it — knowledge that burns Nanami the longer they're together. He doesn't understand why no one saw how precious Huaisang is, how eager and perfect, how wonderful, though he's beyond lucky that Huaisang has become his in the end.

He begs softly as Nanami starts to breach his entrance and Nanami's hands move to his hips, pulling him off the desk slightly so he can get at his ass a bit easier. One of Huaisang's legs will end up over Nanami's shoulder while the other is held in his hand and Nanami makes a soft, shushing noise to Huaisang then.

"Don't worry, baby girl, I've got you."

And just like that, he shoves into Huaisang with a quick snap of his hips. Huaisang will feel it, going from shallowly full and stretched around nothing to suddenly every inch of him is filled with Nanami's cock, thick and hard and massive as it fills him to the brink. And Nanami doesn't wait for Huaisang to adjust, quickly following that thrust with another and another, fucking into him hard and fast and showing just how desperate daddy is for his baby's wet pussy.

Huaisang has only a split second to register slightly puzzled surprise at being called baby girl, mind flicking through how he feels about that. Is it a problem? Misgendering? ... No. He's genderfluid and this is about kink. He'll unpack it further later. For now, he only needs to decide that it's hot.

There's no time for anything else before Nanami claims him in one sharp thrust. Huaisang cries out, head arching back, then clenches his jaw afterward, trying to contain anything more than whimpers. And he has plenty of whimpers to offer as Nanami pounds hard into him, stretching his body wide open. It stings, after a few hours with nothing but the plug inside him, and it's so intense after a few hours with the plug teasing at his prostate. He squirms on the desk, trying to escape a little of that intensity as Nanami ravishes him.

It's all a matter of testing things out. He's not sure if he'll stick with babygirl either but it's what slipped from his mouth right now in this setting, in this scene. As long as Huaisang finds it hot though, that's all that matters to Nanami.

Either way — he's focused now on fucking the hell out of Huaisang. His hips pull back and slam forward. He hears the first cry that spills out of Huaisang and glances towards the door immediately, but Huaisang is able to limit the next few cries into soft whimpers instead. Nanami growls, low, shoves himself inside of Huaisang and begins to grind in against his too sensitive prostate. He just feels so good, so wet and hot around his cock, it's hard to want anything else.

He's going to move then to rest on his elbows on either side of Huaisang's head so he can lean in and kiss him. His mouth takes the other man's and he licks into him, moaning softly into the kiss and just continuing his deep, urgent assault on Huaisang's hole with his desperate need. It's been far too long since he had Huaisang on his cock, even if it was only just that morning. Still far too long.

Huaisang keens softly as Nanami bends over him, making his thighs strain a little with the stretch as Nanami folds him in half. Arms immediately grabbing for Nanami, Huaisang hugs him close, parting his lips as soon as Nanami's mouth claims his own. He's well-trained by now, opening legs and mouth automatically when his lover comes near, turning toward Nanami like a flower toward the sun. It barely takes more than a glance from Nanami before Huaisang's sitting straighter, alert and ready to obey, cock hardening. As Nanami bends down to kiss him, Huaisang yields for him, eager to offer himself up again and again.

Fisting his hands into the fabric of Nanami's suit jacket, Huaisang grips tight to him, whimpering and moaning as they keep kissing. He's grateful for Nanami's mouth against his own to help keep him quiet, catching all of Huaisang's desperate noises. Still overwhelmed from the onslaught of Nanami's thrusts, Huaisang writhes and squirms under him, struggling a little to try and escape, though his arms remain hugged tightly around Nanami's shoulders to keep him close.

Well trained is an apt word for it, a delicious thing for Nanami to bear witness to. He didn't know how much he enjoyed Huaisang and his... obedience until he received it, until it was clear that Huaisang was going to listen to anything he said, behave exactly how he wanted, as long as Nanami was indulge with him in reply. And Nanami is so, so terribly indulgent. When the arms go around his neck, Nanami moves an arm to encourage Huaisang's legs around his waist, settling his hand on the meat of his thigh and holding him there.

And then he just focuses on swallowing down Huaisang's noises as he fucks him hard, fast. Just completely assaults his hole with his cock, rough in a way that comes sometimes when Nanami is particularly desperate. He needs it, needs the tight wetness around him, the writhing and squirming from his boyfriend, the whimpering noises pressed into his mouth. Work is pointless when there's Huaisang here, ready to please him, to take him.

A growl is pressed into Huaisang's mouth and Nanami pulls off from their kiss to breathe against him, forehead pressed to forehead. His voice is a rough, low murmur as he swears, "Fuck, you're so tight. How are you still so tight?"

Huaisang pants desperately as Nanami breaks the kiss, needing the brief respite in order to try and catch his breath, gasps momentarily overriding all his whimpers and cries. Arms and legs wound tight around Nanami, Huaisang clings to him even as his whole body trembles, overwhelmed and on edge.

Even though he knows the question is probably rhetorical, something about it surprises a laugh out of Huaisang, striking him as funny in some off-kilter way, enough to bring out a shimmer of bright joy from him. "Daoism," he answers, expecting that he'll be made to explain that sometime later, when they're both able to think and talk clearly again. Has Mingjue ever explained this to Nanami? Huaisang has no idea.

The Daoist practice of meditation has always been intended toward immortality, and it's been tightly woven through Chinese folk religion for over two thousand years. Mingjue requires Daoist meditation of his clan, as do many of the other Chinese sorcerer families, which allows them to channel positive energy and heal. It's far less impressive than the sorcerers who can use Reverse Cursed Technique to create positive energy and regenerate whole limbs on the spot, but does tend to mean that the Chinese sorcerers heal their injuries two or three times faster than ordinary humans would. Huaisang genuinely doesn't know if the Chinese clans just don't tend to share this information or if sorcerers in the rest of the world don't think it's worth the immense time sink of learning, practicing, and perfecting the meditation for a relatively unimpressive reward.

And if Huaisang puts in extra effort to focus that healing in certain areas of the body to keep those muscles tight ... that's his own business.

He can't quite catch his breath as Nanami keeps pounding into him, so that even as his whimpers resume between his panting, all his cries are soft and gasping. Trembling radiates through his limbs and his squirming worsens as he gets closer, thrashing beneath Nanami as the sensations overwhelm him.

His head snaps back as he comes, teeth clicking together around a choked-off grunt that unspools into more gasping whimpers a moment later.

Nanami needs an explanation for that answer immediately. Well, not immediately enough that he's going to stop but it is definitely going to linger on his mind until he gets an explanation. Probably sometime that evening, when they're home again and no longer rabid with lust.

He continues to fuck Huaisang though, cock sliding in and out of him at a desperate, urgent pace. The trembling, the gasping, all of it is enough to have Nanami looking down at Huaisang with an intense gaze, taking in his everything as he whimpers and thrashes. It has his hand sliding from next to his head to between them, taking Huaisang's small cock within his fingers and stroking it in time with his thrusts.

When he comes, Nanami smears his thumb against the tip of his cock before wiping his messy hand on Huaisang's bare thigh. At the same time, he slows down his pace, grinding into Huaisang for a bit.

"Look at you," he murmurs, immensely fond.

Panting heavily as he recovers, Huaisang lets his arms slip loose, hands falling to the desk on either side of his head, fingers twitching. He gazes up at Nanami with low-lidded eyes brimming with love and trust, and his lips curve with pleasure at Nanami's murmur. Occasionally he still shies at being perceived, especially if he gets flustered by something especially filthy, but for the most part he craves the way Nanami looks at him.

Keeping his legs tangled around Nanami's waist, clenching whenever one of the aftershocks of his orgasm ripples through him, Huaisang starts to rock his hips just a little to meet Nanami's slow grinding, savoring how it feels against his sensitive nerves. He licks his lips, tasting the words he wants to say for a couple of seconds before he lets them out, because he knows perfectly well that he's in for another brutal pounding as soon as Nanami's patience cracks.

Smirking a tiny bit as he decides it's worth it and he can take it, Huaisang licks his lips and meets Nanami's eyes with a playful sparkle of challenge. "Breed me, daddy."

Oh, that's... it really shouldn't get to Nanami, how filthy those words are and how much they slide under his skin and make him ache. His eyes widen somewhat as Huaisang says that, his hips stuttering and fingers clenching on either side of Huaisang's head. He thinks about it, mind flashing with images, Huaisang filled with come and leaking it, swollen with child, leaking milk from his breasts, bred just like he asked for and Nanami groans, his eyes fluttering closed. Fuck. Fuck.

So, Huaisang is right, Nanami's patience snaps and he surges forward to kiss Huaisang. His hips pull out and then slam back in, urgent and needful as he begins to fuck Huaisang with desperation. There's a low growl as he slams against Huaisang's prostate and he murmurs against his mouth.

"This what you need? Daddy's cock fucking you like this?"

He is pounding inside Huaisang, just chasing his pleasure and completely ruining him for anyone else. His hands move to grip Huaisang's hips, keeping him in place as his hips piston inside of him. He wants him, he wants to bury himself inside of him, crack Huaisang open and never come out. He wants to fill him with his come, have him leaking with it at any given time, and wants Huaisang to always, always, always belong to him.

Huaisang only barely has the wherewithal to think that it's a good thing Nanami's kissing him when he slams forward, because he cries out at once, a sound that might have been louder without Nanami's mouth sealed over his own. Desperate for Nanami even while feeling simultaneously overwhelmed, Huaisang winds his arms around Nanami's shoulders again, clinging tight to him as Nanami resumes his work of claiming him.

"Yes, please," Huaisang begs, breathy and whimpering with each deep thrust. "Please, Daddy. I'll do anything to be yours."

The hard thrusts quickly become overwhelming against his prostate, when Huaisang's still sensitive from his first orgasm and his prostate is swollen and full, growing ever more sensitive under Nanami's onslaught. He starts to squirm and struggle against Nanami, whimpers and cries growing louder as he loses control over himself, forgetting the importance of quiet--forgetting anything but the feeling of being stretched wide around Nanami's cock. Even if Nanami had given him a command, Huaisang wouldn't be able to keep it in his head no matter how much he wanted to obey his master. Helpless at Nanami's mercy like this, Huaisang is reduced to pleasure and sensation, a pure instrument of lust.

Nanami's panting, driven mad with lust at the teasing, the temptation, the feeling of Huaisang around his cock. He slams into him, over and over, completely annihilating any sense either of them might have. It just feels too good, too perfect, needing the tight heat of Huaisang around him. He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. Yet even still, he is rough in his movements, his touches, possessive and desperate now that he's been set off like this.

His hand fists itself into Huaisang's hair, jerking his head back to expose his throat and pressing a bite to the skin there. His other hand remains at Huaisang's hip, dragging Huaisang's leg tighter around his body so he can keep fucking into him. Balls slapping against Huaisang's ass with every thrust, massive cock hard and aching inside of Huaisang, he just takes and takes and takes.

If anyone was passing by Nanami's office then, they might hear it. The moans. Nanami isn't thinking straight for a moment, though he does have a corner office so it's a little better and out of the way. But at a particularly loud moan, the hand on Huaisang's hip jerks up to cover Huaisang's mouth with his palm, even as he keeps slamming into him.

"You're mine. You're mine," He hisses out, near obsessed. "Daddy's going to take such care of you and your hole, going to fuck you until you can't stand it anymore. Hah... ah... Made for me, Huaisang. Absolutely made for me."

Huaisang holds on as best he can, arms and legs trying to tangle around Nanami, needing desperately to cling to him as he falls apart. It's all so much, and he's fantasized about something like this, being ravished across a desk, being claimed like this, feeling wanted and safe and helpless all at once.

Nanami's hand over his mouth makes it all feel more intense, letting him play with the fantasy of being pinned down and taken against his will, cries cut off as his body was plundered. At the same time, Nanami's filthy praise made him feel so safe, so desired, the perfect combination of being a possession and being cherished, which was the kink he wanted most, featuring to some degree in nearly all of his fantasies. A valued plaything, a pet, something made for Nanami's pleasure. Huaisang bucked upward as he came again, prostate spasming as his body clenched around Nanami's cock, cries muffled against Nanami's broad palm.

It's not as if Nanami is able to stop now that he's started, just because Huaisang's orgasm hits. He's too feral with need, too desperate for sensation. If only they were home, he'd spend the rest of his day buried inside of Huaisang, coming over and over and over inside of him. The way Huaisang sets him off into a near rabid state, desperate for the pleasure he gets from his boy.

So, his dick continues to hammer into Huaisang, against that swollen prostate, fucking him without mercy. He's close, honestly, he's been close for a while now but holding off because of the sheer need he has to keep going. His hand stays on Huaisang's mouth, knowing that he can't let go or Huaisang's moans will give the game away. So, he presses kisses to his shoulder instead, biting into the meat of it as he thrusts even deeper inside of Huaisang and grinds into him.

When he pulls off of Huaisang's shoulder, there's a prominent bite mark there, teeth embedded in the flesh and broken skin. He presses a kiss to the mark and then to Huaisang's throat. His voice comes, growling into his ear.

"Mine. Going to breed you, make you pregnant with my child, stuff you full of come. Make sure you never feel empty again, always waiting for my cock. My Huaisang, my perfect little Huaisang..."

Huaisang's cry is sharper as Nanami bites down on him, the pain sending another intense shudder through him as his body clenches around Nanami. Wave after wave of pleasure rolls through him, subsiding momentarily only to spike again as Nanami growled close to his ear, promising all the sweetest and dirtiest promises. Huaisang wanted to reply, wanted to beg for more and make sure Nanami knew just how desperately he wanted all of that, to be filled with him and to belong to him in every possible way, belly round with Nanami's seed as his Daddy claimed him, breeding him again and again.

Clawing at Nanami's back to keep him close, Huaisang whimpered against Nanami's hand. His struggles grew weaker as his body tired, the multiple waves of his orgasm finally cresting lower and farther between, leaving him quivering and spent, hands slipping to fall beside his head as his body grew limp, still pliant and yielding as ever.

Huaisang is a soft, spent thing underneath him and Nanami knows he's pushing his limits. That he needs to give him a break before he takes him again, or Huaisang might actually pass out. Something that has happened before (and Nanami just continued to fuck him until he was conscious again). But they can't do that right now, not when they're in the office like this, so Nanami focuses on finding his release instead.

Hard, fast thrusts inside of him. A hand still covering his mouth, the other clutching his waist as he thrusts hard and hard and hard. It takes not too long, he was really close after all, and soon enough Nanami is shoving in tight and. There. He spills inside of Huaisang, thick ropes of come lathering his insides as Nanami comes and comes and comes. It's so much that it leaks around the edges of his cock, drips onto the desk under them but Nanami doesn't pay it any mind.

Instead, he's fumbling for something in his bag on the desk nearby. The plug from earlier, set aside carefully for now, for this. He'll pick it up from the desk and as he carefully slides himself out of Huaisang, he quickly replaces himself with the thick plug inside of him. It'll keep the come inside of him, keep him stretched open comfortably. That's what he wants.

Now, pulled out of Huaisang and suit mussed and cock hanging limply in front of him, Nanami comes back to reality a bit. He really needs to clean up, and open the window to get rid of the stench of sex. But he also just wants to take Huaisang home and continue what they were doing. This has been fun but, well, he needs to hear his baby's screams.

"Baby?" Just checking in, to see if he's still okay, still coherent.

Panting heavily as he recovers, Huaisang whimpers softly as Nanami pulls out and pushes the cold plug into place instead. He lets himself lay limply while Nanami cares for him, trusting that his Daddy will take good care of him.

Lashes fluttering as Nanami speaks, Huaisang lifts his eyes and gives him a dazed smile, not able to manage more than that just yet. He's conscious and mostly aware of his surroundings, but not yet able to think about practical matters of cleanup and what they're going to do next. Nanami will take care of him. "Yes, daddy," Huaisang mumbles, licking his lips and then tightening his thighs a little on either side of Nanami's hips, feeling his body clench tight around the thick plug.

There's a soft, amused laugh as Huaisang's thighs clench around Nanami's hips, not letting him go. He knows Huaisang is out of it, completely gone from sense and ability right now. But this isn't the place to be that gone so Nanami focuses on getting them prepared to leave. Yes, they had plans to spend the day having sex in and out between the hours but even the best laid plans can go awry. Right now, he needs to take Huaisang home, he needs to fuck his brains out in a proper bed.

For now, Nanami reaches over and grabs from inside a desk drawer a pack of wet wipes. He'll use the wet wipes to carefully start cleaning up Huaisang. His inner thighs mostly and wherever else there might be sweat or come. In the meantime, his thoughts drift — especially to the new discovery of how much he likes being called daddy. That's interesting. He never expected that, but there's a level of... mm, parental ownership to it that he likes. Not like Huaisang is like his child, but more like his pet. Something like that. He'll have to think on it a little bit more.

Either way, he likes it — both master and daddy. Both have their uses, both have their perks. Daddy is a little warmer, personal, than master, he thinks. But master is a bit stricter, a bit firmer. There is something nice about seeing Huaisang this fucked out and incoherent, blearily calling him daddy as he's taken care of.

When he's done, he tugs down Huaisang's sweater again, leaving him looking... a little more put together. He'll need to fix his hair and his sweater dress is a bit wrinkled now but they won't be lingering in the office for too long. He'll slip out between Huaisang's legs after so he can start fixing his own suit and tie, tucking his shirt back into his pants and putting himself away carefully as well.

Slowly coming back to himself, Huaisang shifts to prop himself up on his elbows as Nanami tidies them both up. It feels wonderful to be cared for like this, to feel safe and cherished, to be able to just let go and trust himself to Nanami's handling. "I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk," Huaisang comments, only partly joking. He'd intended to go several rounds over the course of the day, but he hadn't anticipated just how enthusiastic Nanami was going to get after Huaisang had called him 'daddy'. "I'll have to tell everyone I'm limping because I twisted my ankle ... though I don't know if anyone will believe me."

Not if his cheeks are flushed and his clothes are rumpled.

Managing to sit up, Huaisang quickly smooths his hair with his hands, pulling down the pins and re-doing his hair swiftly in a similar style. If anyone notices the difference, he can say that one of the pins had fallen out and that's why he'd had to re-do it.

There's a wry look at that because, well, Huaisang isn't wrong. It's not that they hide their relationship either but, god, who knows how many people at the office actually know that they're dating? And who knows what the gossip mill will churn out if Huaisang leaves his office looking fucked out and limping? Nanami, who is busy adjusting his tie, grimaces slightly and tries to think of a better option.

"Should we leave separately? You go first and I follow after? Or will it be too obvious either way?" He's not sure himself, a little stumped at this predicament. The other option is to wait it out in his office together but he's not sure they could do that without eventually having more sex. It's a little hard to keep his hands to himself as it is.

"... Apologies, for how out of control I was. I didn't mean to go so far."

"I goaded you," Huaisang points out, smiling as he watches his handsome boyfriend putting himself to rights. He turns the problem over in his mind, considering politeness and professionalism. "Leave me for a few minutes. Go out, wash your hands, get yourself more coffee, have a polite conversation or two. I'll text you that I've twisted my ankle and you can have an alibi, so that people will believe that you have nothing to do with the reason I can't walk. It will be known that we're dating then, however, if I'm texting you to carry me rather than my brother. But at least that will be the gossip, and not that you've just fucked me senseless across your desk."

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listen i love worldbuilding tangents and i just found this idea too entertaining to resist

i'm CRYING

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