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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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There is another version of events where Nanami pulls over to the side of the road and lets Huaisang bend over him to show him exactly what he could do with those pretty lips. The thought flickers through Nanami's mind briefly when Huaisang rests his hand on his thigh but he doesn't let it stick, instead focusing on the road and the drive itself. Maybe some other time.

Soon enough, they're at the grand hotel that hosts the rooftop restaurant Nanami got them reservations at. He also, though he hasn't told Huaisang this, booked them the penthouse suite for the evening as well. He doesn't think they'll have it in them to take the trip back when they're aching for each other soon after. It's only as he watches Huaisang and the valets that he is assured in his choices. Huaisang will need the privacy to regroup later on and Nanami will take care of him when the moment comes.

So, when Huaisang finds his way back to Nanami's side, Nanami lets him hold tight to his elbow and press close to his side. He'll take the lead from there, guiding Huaisang into the fancy lobby of the hotel and towards the maitre d' who lets them into an elevator to head up to the rooftop once he takes their reservations.

In the elevator, with just the two of them for a moment, Nanami will turn towards Huaisang and lift his chin up so he can bend down and take a sweet, soft kiss from him. In that moment, words catch in his throat — I love you, he wants to say, but they haven't shared those particular vows with each other just yet. It would be a shame for the first time for it to happen to be in an elevator with no fanfare. No, Huaisang deserves more than that.

So, instead he is tender in his kiss as he takes it from Huaisang, just spending most of the elevator ride letting their mouths and tongues slide together. It's only when he feels that the ride is almost done that he pulls away from Huaisang and prepares to lead him out of the elevator.

When the elevator doors open, they'll be led to a private dining area, one of a few intimate settings in the restaurant. They're sat next to floor the ceiling windows that overlook the city entirely from way up high as they are. The table itself is four person table set for two at the moment and already on the table is a bottle of wine chilling in a bucket and two glasses.

Nanami will finally let go of Huaisang then so he can help him remove his cloak, letting one of the waitstaff take it from him and go off to hang it up. Then Nanami will move to pull out Huaisang's chair so he can sit, offering it to him with a wave of his hand. It's only after that that he'll move to sit across from Huaisang and begin to serve them the wine.

"The menu is already pre-set by the chef, but if there's something you specifically want, I'll ask."

This time, Huaisang lets himself melt into the kiss. There's no worry about losing track of time now--the ding of the elevator will let them know, or another annoyed restaurant patron will loudly clear their throat. Until then, Huaisang can just let himself melt into that kiss, mussing his lipstick again and not caring in the slightest. He's so grateful to have Nanami, and he feels so safe pressed against the elevator wall in his arms.

He's half hard by the time they leave the elevator, but that fortunately doesn't matter--his small cock doesn't create enough of a protrusion to be noticed under the fulsome layers of his gown. The thrill of desire is nice, too, as he anticipates what will come after dinner. Maybe he'll talk Nanami into getting a room for the night, even though he doesn't have a change of clothes for tomorrow. As much as he likes Nanami's practicality, he's here to make sure that Nanami enjoys some luxury from the generous salary he gets from the wealthy Nie Corporation.

His cheeks flush pink as they make their way through the restaurant and how heads turn toward them from other patrons at Huaisang's lavish and sparkling beauty, perhaps also at the smudge of his lipstick on Nanami's face. Huaisang's stomach flutters with nervous pleasure at being the center of attention like this.

All that is soon forgotten as they enter the private area, and Huaisang gasps with pleasure at the view, taking a step forward to admire it. One of the staff offers to take his cloak and Huaisang glances at them only momentarily before turning his attention fully to Nanami. The valets had only being doing their job to open the door for him and offer a hand to help him out, but Huaisang thinks he'll be happy if no one but Nanami ever touches him again. Maybe the occasional hug for his brother and his friends.

He settles gracefully into the chair, so his skirts create a semi-circle arc to one side, the artfulness of it seeming effortless even as he makes sure they don't get caught under the chair leg as Nanami scoots it in for him.

Smiling at Nanami's offer to negotiate for anything he specifically wants, Huaisang nods, grateful for his consideration but already blissfully happy with everything he has. "This is all so breathtakingly romantic, Kento-gege. Thank you." He smiles at him, soft and aching. No one's ever treated him like this, and it means the world that Nanami's taken all this care to plan ahead and spoil him.

There is a satisfaction in Nanami when he hears Huaisang's pleasure. He put in so much pre-work for this evening and the surprises aren't finished yet. But it's all about taking care of his love, making sure Huaisang has the things that he needs and wants, and that he's able to enjoy the indulgences Nanami has created for him.

So, the wine is served for them both and Nanami slides Huaisang's glass over to him. He picks up his own glass then and drinks some, satisfied by the taste before putting it back down. Then, he replies. "You deserve it, baby. I've wanted to treat you to something special for a long while and I'm glad I was able to tonight. You look amazing, by the way. I just need you to know that."

He gives him a small smile after and soon enough, the waiter will come by with the first course of their kaiseki. The menu is also given to them to review as well. Nanami will thank the waiter for the food and look to Huaisang before he starts to eat, just in case there are any concerns from his partner.

Beaming and blushing happily at the praise, Huaisang ducks his head briefly in bashfulness before returning his smile to Nanami. "I'm glad you're pleased. I wanted to look beautiful for you, and stunning enough to make everyone else stare. My new hobby of making people jealous and making sure they know I belong to you alone."

He winks, flirty, then turns his attention to the first course and the menu, fascinated by it. It's rare that he has Japanese food, and he's never had anything like this ten-course meal. He only understands about half the Japanese on the menu, though thankfully it's translated.

Mingjue speaks excellent Japanese, as well as English, but Huaisang speaks only enough Japanese to be charming. Whenever Mingjue has Japanese business partners visiting, Huaisang makes an effort to greet them first, cheerfully making a mess of their language in a way that most people find endearing and disarming, priming them nicely for Mingjue's precise professionalism to follow. It also works well for him because people tend to forget that language recognition is a lot easier than composition, so he understands quite a bit more than he can string into sentences, and they're less likely to guard what they say in front of Huaisang's wide-eyed earnestness.

Moaning as he bites into the little appetizer, Huaisang closes his eyes as he savors it. When his eyes open, he beams at Nanami again, blissful, before turning to gaze out the window, admiring the view with happy awe. As he does so, he slips off one of his pretty pumps, waiting just until the waiter returns before he stretches out his leg, idly starting to tease his foot along the side of Nanami's calf.

Huaisang's comment gets a soft laugh from Nanami. He's not sure how seriously he means it but either way, it's a nice thought. He knows he's the more traditionally masculine of the two of them, which means he gets a lot more glances thrown his way from men and women alike. But his eyes are only for Huaisang and have been since their time in the cabin, his feelings only growing deeper since then.

Nanami does not mind living in China, didn't have much ties to Japan anyway and after he quit being a full time sorcerer there wasn't much need to stay. So, joining the Nie clan business and using his abilities from both worlds, but in a different locale, was a good choice. He very much does not regret it now that he has Huaisang. But he does miss the food sometimes, so he picked Japanese food tonight because he knew Huaisang would like it as well.

He's busy focusing on his appetizer, almost done with it when he feels the foot begin to slide over his calf. There's a slight pause, his gaze looking up to Huaisang's innocent expression and he doesn't do anything else. Just watches him for a beat before returning to his food. The table has a long table cloth around it and whatever Huaisang might be doing is very neatly hidden away in their position. Plus, the privacy in general of where they're sitting — it means Nanami has no reason to tell Huaisang to stop. So, he doesn't.

Huaisang continues his idle teasing, prioritizing the food each time a new course is brought, but prioritizing the teasing whenever someone else is in the room with them to see if he can manage to distract Nanami. Then he retreats a little and returns his focus to the next course, resuming his upward progress once he's most of the way finished with each course.

Every so often he glances up--his innocent expression increasingly turning into a pleased sparkle of mischief in his eye, a cheerful smirk tucked into one corner of his mouth--to check on Nanami's mood, but then he allows his eyes to return to the food or the wine or the view, gaze always a little unfocused because his real attention is on the progress of his foot. Eventually he gets his stocking-clad foot up to rest against Nanami's groin, and his eyes flick up again, playful and challenging, to see whether this is a step too far or if he can continue.

Nanami's composure remains cool, collected. He talks idly to the staff as they come by, makes his notes on the food. He eats his courses simply and with satisfaction. He glances at Huaisang, an eyebrow raised, looking completely unbothered. But... that's the point, isn't it? That's what Huaisang is looking for.

Because when Huaisang eventually, eventually, gets to Nanami's groin — he will feel a familiar bulge and know then that Nanami is not soft. Half-hard from anticipation and the teasing touch, he just takes a bite of his food when the foot begins to slide over his arousal, not stopping Huaisang in the slightest.

Huaisang's impish little smirk blooms into a full grin when he finds Nanami half-hard inside his trousers, at Nanami's unconcerned lift of his brow. His heart surges with love and happiness, thrilled that his playfulness is not only tolerated but encouraged--in Nanami's way. Reading him comes easily to Huaisang now, and he feels a thrill of anticipation in knowing how impatient Nanami is for him, at knowing how thoroughly Nanami will ravish him for this later, and perhaps even 'punish' him in some way for his mischief.

Trailing his toes along the length of him, Huaisang maps the heft of Nanami's shaft through the fabric, enjoying the knowledge that Nanami's cock is trapped by his underwear, straining against its cloth prison.

This isn't something he's done before, and it's hard to keep his foot outstretched, hard to keep his posture upright and unaffected when he wants to lean back for counterbalance, hard to focus so much of his attention on the movements of his toes without being able to actually see what he's doing. As much as he wants to fluster Nanami--something which he perfectly well knows to be almost impossible--he's the one who's actually getting a little more flustered and struggling to focus. Nanami can still interact with the staff, but Huaisang can only manage a placid, content demeanor as a mask. Fortunately the staff have learned by now that all their instructions will come from Nanami, so Huaisang needs only to be pleasant and sweet if they glance at him.

"I'm so happy, Kento-gege," Huaisang murmurs, when the staff have gone out and they're alone again.

It's getting difficult to focus with the light touches of Huaisang's foot against his cock, his cock straining within the fabric of his pants and needing to be pulled out, to be stroked, to come. That's the difficult of having such a large cock, it'll be readily apparent if he stands up and the strain of it in his pants nearly hurts. He wants more, wants to pull his cock free and let Huaisang play with it in any manner he wants. He thinks briefly to the suite he's gotten them for the night, knows that they will most definitely need to retire to it soon.

He almost misses what Huaisang says, too distracted by the foot on his cock. He blinks and tilts his head, expression warm as he asks, "Are you?"

They're almost done their kaiseki. The portions have been small, quaint, nothing too hard to digest. Another course, and then dessert, and they'll be able to slip out and truly indulge in each other soon. Perhaps, Nanami thinks, he'll bring the wine bottle back with him just for the fun of it. He thinks briefly of tilting it over Huaisang's mouth, watching him drink from it and seeing him tipsy and loose limbed. The thought makes him even harder.

"With you," Huaisang confirms, smiling across the table at him with openly besotted happiness. He sips at his wine between courses, lashes closing with pleasure at the smooth, exquisite flavor. When he eats or drinks, his foot has to pause, unable to split his attention between the two tasks without worrying he might spill. Savoring the delicious meal is important, even though teasing and pleasuring Nanami is also immensely important to him.

Huaisang considers all pleasure to be a priority, but most of all he wants to prioritize cherishing this evening and the effort that Nanami had put into making it special.

"I'm always happy when you're around, and tonight ..." Looking around at the table, the wine, the view, Huaisang admires it all for a moment and then returns his eyes to Nanami with a blissful grin. "It makes me feel so lucky to be yours, to be someone you consider worth spoiling."

His smile is pure and adoring for a moment, gazing at Nanami with pure affection, and then the sparkle of mischief flares again and he presses his foot firmly against Nanami's cock, ending the sweet romantic moment to return to his wicked task.

There is something so sweet about Huaisang's words, so wonderful, that Nanami realizes it's in this moment that he should give Huaisang his gift. He was going to wait until after the meal, but the moment is too perfect — even as Huaisang finishes speaking and returns to massaging his cock with his foot. Nanami breathes out heavily through his nose and glances away, towards the chair next to him and what's been sitting on it the whole time — placed there by the staff before they arrived. Nanami just had to be careful to make sure he sat on this side of the table, not Huaisang.

"I have something for you," He starts, reaching for his glass and taking a sip of his wine. He waits until it seems like Huaisang is interested before continuing, the hint of a smile on his face. "A gift."

He'll reach down then to the chair next to him, picking up from the seat a flat velvet jewelry box, square in shape as if to hold a necklace. He'll slide it across the table then, setting it in front of Huaisang and just. Lets him have it, lets him open it. He'll focus on sipping his wine again, just watching his boyfriend assess the present.

And when Huaisang does open it — it's not a necklace inside but something else. A well made leather collar, a deep black with silver edging at the ends of the collar. On the strap that goes into the buckle, there is an engraving — Nanami's name but in kanji. 七海建人. Embossed onto the leather, to very much claim ownership. There is also a ring at the very front, as if for a leash to attach to it, but there's no leash in the box. Just the collar.

Nanami doesn't say anything when Huaisang opens the box. Just waits. Watches. Wants his full response without influence.

Huaisang blinks in surprise when Nanami's attention shifts away from him after that romantic moment or while Huaisang's foot is on his cock, looking away to the side. He retracts his foot a little, trying to figure out if he's done something to upset Nanami, or what Nanami has been reminded of that has drawn his attention away in a moment like this.

Relaxing again once he understands that it's a gift for him which had drawn Nanami's attention, Huaisang sits up straighter, nodding hopefully. His foot remains intimately nestled between Nanami's thighs, but it's still for now, teasing all but forgotten. Huaisang has always loved gifts. Even though he's always been the spoiled younger brother in a wealthy family, their clan has always been an austere one and their father had been strict. Mingjue, by contrast, denied him nothing, but Mingjue wasn't good at gestures of affection and rarely gave gifts outside of Huaisang's birthday. So Huaisang, with access to buy himself nearly anything in the world, still reacted to even the smallest gift as if it was something rare and exceptional. Any gesture of kindness or affection that was directed specifically at him was the most valuable thing in the world.

Lips parting as he takes in the shape of the jewelry box, the promise of some pretty trinket within, Huaisang opens it with careful fingers, eyes widening when he sees that it's a collar. The collar he'd stopped asking for, because Nanami had said he'd take him to some shop, and Huaisang hadn't wanted to nag. He'd pushed it to the back of his thoughts, intending to make it a more casual reminder every couple of weeks--oh, when do you want to go visit that collar shop you mentioned?--and then to give up entirely if it hadn't happened after a couple of months.

His fingertip traces over the silver edging, at Nanami's name pressed into the exquisite black leather. Cheeks flushed, Huaisang licks his lips as he stares at it, stunned speechless. He wants this so much. Wants to belong to Nanami, wants Nanami's hands warm around his neck as he latches this symbol of ownership into place. The thought makes Huaisang's cock throb, pelvic muscles clenching.

Yearning and vulnerable as his eyes flicker up to Nanami again, Huaisang tries to find words to thank him, or to express how much this means, but he's choked by his own emotions and the flood is more than his brain can possibly process.

Nanami knows he has overwhelmed Huaisang, has given him something he's craved for for so long and thought lost to him for a moment. It wasn't something that Nanami meant to drag out, but eventually it became too much of a thing to just resign to a lazy Saturday afternoon with no sentiment behind it. He wanted to make it good for Huaisang, to show his affection in a proper way.

And that isn't it for what he wants to give Huaisang in this moment. There's a small, gentle smile on his face as Huaisang looks back over to him and Nanami will reach out across the table, grasping Huaisang's free fingers with his own and squeezing his hand lightly. Then, as he looks him in the eye, sure and true, he says what's in his heart.

"I love you, Huaisang. More than words can say," he says. He lifts their joined hands and leans forward to press his lips to Huaisang's knuckles before sitting back. "I hope you'll have me for a long, long time."

He doesn't want anyone else, after all. Huaisang has given him home when he felt adrift, has given him direction and focus and an anchor. He has given him love too and there's nothing Nanami wants more than to cherish it, and cherish him. He is so utterly precious to him that Nanami can't quite believe the fact that he didn't immediately pursue Huaisang when they met, that it took a snowy evening in a remote cabin to finally act on any desires.

Now, he couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

Huaisang's eyes widen at the words, lashes fluttering in surprise, and his cheeks flood darker with a blush as he stares at Nanami. His hand clenches tight around Nanami's, refusing to let go. He wants to respond, wants to gush at Nanami how much he loves him, but he's so overwhelmed that he's lost all ability to speak. He's been hungry for this for such a long time, to be loved like this, to be wanted and claimed.

It feels almost like a proposal, and in a way means more to him than a proposal could. Huaisang would rather have this collar than a ring, though he thinks it's likely that one day there will be a box with a ring sitting in front of him like this. He belongs to Nanami, and can't imagine that ever changing.

Even though he can't manage words, Huaisang rises after a moment and comes around the table to settle into Nanami's lap, keeping tight hold of his hand. His lips twitch with amusement for just a moment as he sits, feeling Nanami hard beneath his ass, and then he lets go so that he can loop his arms around Nanami's shoulders instead.

"I love you," Huaisang chokes out, the words feeling so inadequate to express how immensely he belongs to his lover. He hugs his arms right around Nanami, tucking his face against the side of Nanami's neck as he clings to him.

Nanami has every intention of proposing one day. He would do it now, would feel so sure in himself in doing it, if he wasn't also sure that it might be too overwhelming for Huaisang to have all in one night. Plus, he wants to make it special, wants to make it so Huaisang is treated like the princess he is and given lavish treatment in return. So, he holds that card for another day.

For now, he watches as the overwhelm plays out on Huaisang's face and the way he processes what he wants to do next. So, he's not entirely surprised when Huaisang comes around the table to sit in his lap, curling his arm around his beloved's waist and kissing his temple as he hides his face against his throat. His hand rubs up and down Huaisang's back, hugging him around the middle with both arms and he sighs, happy.

He's still hard though, his arousal pressing up against Huaisang as he sits on his lap. It's hard, when Huaisang is so tempting and the need so great, to let himself soften and try to be polite once again. No, all he wants is to devour Huaisang, even in this moment of intimacy.

"You belong to me," he murmurs, soothing, as his lips press again to Huaisang's face. "I'm your master, and I'll never let you go."

Then he's snuggling Huaisang gently, arms tightening around him, face pressing into his hair. He nuzzles in against him and will just hold him there, like that. He'll only look up when the staff comes before shaking his head lightly. Just... give them a moment, please.

"My master," Huaisang echoes, grateful and happy. "My Kento-gege."

He clings for a few minutes, but doesn't let himself get lost in it, too aware of his own urgent desires. He wants that collar around his neck right now, but he also doesn't want that happening in front of the waitstaff, especially not this first time. Whether or not he wears his collar in public in the future is something he'll have to think about, and he expects to choose some kind of tasteful day collar that will be discreet, since he still has the reputation of his brother's corporation to think of.

"Can we ... we should get a room. If we can. Or else I want to go home. Please. I need to be alone with you." Whimpering once, Huaisang nuzzles at him, then lifts his head to turn pleading, persuasive eyes on Nanami even though he doubts Nanami will need any convincing on the topic. Needy, he wiggles a little in Nanami's lap, knowing full well that his boyfriend's still hard beneath him. Huaisang feels this is all urgent, so he wants to make sure that Nanami gets them moving as quickly as possible, unless there's something else they need to deal with right away. "Please, Kento-gege."

Nanami knew this would happen, but that's not a bad thing. As Huaisang pleads to get a room, or to go home, Nanami lifts a hand to pet his hair gently and makes a soothing noise to calm him down. The urgency in him, he can feel, knows it's there and that it's reasonable, because he feels similar but he knows it's his responsibility as Huaisang's master to lead them through this carefully.

"I already booked us a room," he explains easily. "The penthouse suite. It's prepared and ready for us whenever we want to go. We can go now, of course. Do you want me to carry you?"

On one hand, carrying Huaisang through the restaurant might get a few eyes on them and be too embarrassing for him. But on the other, he knows how Huaisang is feeling, the need in his chest, and so Nanami would absolutely carry him regardless if it soothed him to be carried.

The wiggling doesn't help in letting him will down his arousal but the scarf around his neck should at least keep his front discreet enough while they move so no one notices the bulge in his pants. He really is just as eager to be alone with Huaisang as Huaisang is to be alone with him.

Huaisang brightens gratefully to hear that Nanami already planned for this. It makes sense that he would, but Huaisang's all the more glad for it now. "Yes. Please."

Picking up the jewelry box, Huaisang closes it carefully and sets it on his lap, then looks around to see if he's forgotten anything. He'd fortunately slipped his shoe back on when he'd gotten up to come and sit on Nanami's lap. "Should I bring the wine?" Huaisang's always a fan of drinking, but he's not sure if Nanami would find that to be uncouth, carrying an open bottle of wine through the restaurant. He gives less thought to any lack of decorum on himself being carried through the establishment. If nothing else, his skirts and the drama of it would both serve to hide Nanami's erection. No one was going to notice that while Huaisang was being carried past in his lavish gown.

Now it occurred to him that his gown looked something like a wedding gown. When this had just been dinner, his outfit had been a fantasy snow queen gown. Being carried across the threshold of the penthouse suite ... gave it a different flavor. Huaisang mulled over whether to take advantage of that kink or to shelve it. Maybe better to shelve it for now, since Huaisang has other thoughts on what he wants to enjoy tonight. But he's not sure if he can resist at least joking about it.

It is a little uncouth but it's not as if they'll ever see these people again and Nanami paid a lot of money to have the night that he's having. So, if he wants to bring the wine bottle back with him as he carries his sweetheart through the restaurant and to the elevator, then so be it. So, he gives a nod. "Yes, take it."

At the same time, he moves to get up, shifting to scoop Huaisang up as he does. One arm goes under his knees while the other curls around his back, lifting him up in a bridal carry — Huaisang's thoughts, unbeknownst to him. He'll keep him scooped up in his arms, only pausing for Huaisang to get the wine bottle before he starts to head out. He'll pass their server along the way, thanking him for the meal and instructing him to press all charges to the room, that Nanami will handle it later. The server, who looks caught off guard by Huaisang being carried, just gives a wide eyed nod before letting Nanami go.

And off he goes, back through the restaurant the same direction they came in. They do get a few stares, some confusion, but Nanami's back is straight and head held high so no one's really able to say anything about him. He'll ask Huaisang to press for the elevator when they get there, and then when they're in the elevator, to press for the penthouse suite. He's able to maneuver just enough to fish out the keycard from his pocket and give it to Huaisang to swipe to unlock the floor for them to go to.

The elevator will open to the floor the penthouse suite is on, which only has one room — their room. Nanami will carry Huaisang over to the door, asking him again to swipe the card so they can open it and when he does, Nanami will carry him over the threshold. It's a large, lush penthouse suite that takes up most of the floor with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city. They're on the floor right underneath the restaurant so the view is as amazing as where they were dining. It's open plan with a living area, a kitchen area, a bedroom area, a bathroom area, and then even a balcony with a lush pool for them to enjoy themselves at if they so desire.

As Nanami steps inside, he kicks the door shut behind him and presses a kiss to Huaisang's temple.

"What first, baby?"

Exclaiming with delight as he looks around, Huaisang sits straighter in Nanami's arms, kicking his legs a little with pure happiness. "Collar, please, gege. Then I'd like to refresh my lipstick and cover you with kiss marks. I have an idea or two of areas of your anatomy that I think would look nice with lipstick marks."

Once Nanami sets him down safely, Huaisang hands over the bottle of wine to be set aside, and then hands the jewelry box up to him to open and put on the collar. He wiggles with excitement, sitting up and lifting his chin to offer up his throat for his beloved. "Please, master."

That gets a soft laugh from him, amusement coloring his features as he walks through the suite towards the living area. Kiss marks, huh? He can already picture it, Huaisang's plump lips kissing him all over, smearing his cock with lipstick, indulging in every bit of him. Mm. Yeah, that sounds good.

He'll sit him down on the couch and take the jewelry box from Huaisang as it's handed to him. The box is opened and Nanami plucks out the collar, letting it hang over his hand as he sets the box back down and unfurls the collar in his hands. It's a sharp, nice leather. Could be used for spanking in a pinch, he thinks idly. But he wants Huaisang to be collared more than that.

So, he works to weave the collar around Huaisang's neck. The end slides through the buckle comfortably, no excess leather and a nice comfortable fit without choking. Nanami did his research, knew what size and length to buy the collar in to make sure Huaisang would feel the right amount of submission while wearing it. The ring that would hold the leash sits right in the middle of his throat, while the embossed kanji of Nanami's name sits on the back of his neck, where the collar is bound.

He'll pull back after, petting Huiasang's hair for a moment before asking, "Good?"

Huaisang's eyes close with pleasure as Nanami's hands wrap around his throat, gently fastening the collar into place. He smiles when he opens his eyes again, nodding. "Wonderful. Thank you, Nanami. I love it so much. I love you."

Smiling wide with pure joy, Huaisang straightens up and reaches for his lover, drawing him down for a sweet and lingering kiss, though he leans back before it can deepen, glancing up with a playful smile and starting to unfasten Nanami's shirt, keeping his eyes up on Nanami's face while his hands wander downward, plucking one button after the other. "We'd better get you fully naked. I wouldn't want to get any lipstick on your clothing, after all." He might be tempted, for the pure mischief of it, but Huaisang has too much respect for clothing to intentionally put a stain on anything.

There's a part of Nanami that wants to deepen the kiss, to push Huaisang back onto the couch and cover him with his body and just. Savor him. He's tempted to do that as they kiss but then Huaisang is pulling away before he can actually make any attempt. So, he just watches Huaisang as he smiles at him, as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. He reaches a hand out to stroke Huaisang's hair, gently and with great affection.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he murmurs, voice low, pleased. He wants to be inside Huaisang, watch him writhe and thrash and scream because of Nanami's cock. Even the thought has his flagging erection growing stiff again and he breathes out slowly. But this is taking a while, to just let Huaisang dress him up so he lifts his hands to slide off his suit jacket himself and lay it and the scarf on the couch. It says something about how eager he is that he doesn't take the time to hang them up, just laying them across the couch instead.

He'll leave his shirt to Huaisang but he'll work on his belt next, then the opening of his pants. Then he waits, leaving Huaisang the work of pulling his shirt out of his pants, and maybe pulling them down as well.

Huaisang grins at Nanami's words, eyes flicking up to his face with a playful sparkle, but he doesn't respond as he continues getting Nanami's shirt open. It's a known fact at this point that both of them are constantly impatient for when they can be joined again, with Nanami buried deep inside Huaisang's eager body. Huaisang's fighting against himself to be able to do this, to tease and delay that inevitability, to ask for the chance to suck Nanami's cock before anything else. It helps that he knows his boyfriend's stamina will ensure another round or three after Huaisang sucks him off, so it's not really a matter of choosing one or the other.

Pushing the shirt off Nanami's shoulders with gentle hands, Huaisang folds it with a couple of swift movements so that the creases will be tidy and then lays it atop the jacket and scarf. Even though he almost never wears suits, he knows perfectly well how to take care of them. There's a joke within the Nie Corporation that you can tell when Huaisang has crossed his brother's path by when Mingjue's tie changes from the efficient four-in-hand knot to the precise and elegant Balthus knot.

Leaving the pants for now, Huaisang caresses his hands over Nanami's sides, licking his lips with admiration and lust. Then he reaches for his little white beaded purse and draws out his lipstick and a compact mirror, playfully ignoring Nanami for a moment as he reapplies his lipstick and then caps the tube again, setting it within easy reach.

It occurs to him that he's not acting especially submissive when he only just got his precious collar, but this is more important at the moment, and if Huaisang doesn't retain control of the situation they'll get distracted and it won't happen.

Returning his hands to Nanami's hips, he lets them curl lightly around Nanami's love handles as he tucks his chin and presses a soft kiss to Nanami's collarbone, then sternum. His eyes flick up, playful and coy, his smile warm and happy as he meets Nanami's eyes. One more kiss to Nanami's nipple, leaving a pretty pink mark around the areola as his tongue flicks out across the tip of the nipple.

Then he sinks to his knees in front of Nanami, bending his head to untie Nanami's dress shoes and helping to slip them off and set them aside, rolling his socks and tucking them tidily inside one of the shoes. He's aware of how his gown pools around him, glittering like a snowdrift, still fully dressed as he strips off the last of Nanami's clothing and hands it up to him to set aside.

"Sit, please, master?" Huaisang murmurs, touching a hand to the couch to invite him to sit there, with Huaisang on the floor between his knees.

God, it's so erotic that part of Nanami wants to scream. Just everything about Huaisang in his dress, on display for him, so perfect and cute in front of him, it's hard to keep himself in check. He wants to devour the other man, especially with him wearing the collar around his neck, marking himself as Nanami's and only Nanami's. He knows he has a plan, wants to take care of Nanami in a specific way and that's the only reason he hasn't pounced already.

But it's clear with the stiffness in his pants that he's aroused and he wants more. Even with his blank expression, it's only because he wants so much that he doesn't know how to emote it, can only remain neutral in response. Fuck. Fuck, he wants everything from Huaisang.

When Huaisang asks him to sit, he'll do so. Sitting down on the couch and leaving his legs spread for Huaisang to settle between them. He reaches out to pet Huaisang's hair gently, just a few strokes before he pulls back and waits for Huaisang to do what he wants to do. He knows he's going to get his dick sucked, get those pretty pink lips all over him and smear lipstick across his cock and balls. It's going to be gorgeous to watch and he's going to come all over him as a result.

But afterwards, he knows he'll be able to fuck Huaisang as well. To pin him to the bed and take and take and take while Huaisang screams his pleasure. It makes his cock throb to think about, makes him ache for more. Ugh. He has too much desire, it's making him a little dizzy.

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