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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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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.

Huaisang gasps and shivers as Nanami's hand teases over his skin, raising gooseflesh in its wake. Arching, he presses his head back against Nanami's shoulder, throat bared and lashes closing. His own cock is fully hard, straining upward, throbbing each time Nanami shifts his fingers deeper alongside the plug. It's intensely erotic to be toyed with like this, and he aches to be filled with Nanami.

He opens his mouth to ask for it, but then Nanami tickles lightly over his side and he laughs breathily instead, squirming away from the teasing fingers and tucking himself deeper into Nanami's arms in the process, increasingly wiggling as he tries to escape the light and ticklish brushes of Nanami's hand. "Ah! Kento-gege."

There's a slow smile spread across his face as Huaisang begins to laugh, turning his head to press the smile into his hair while Huaisang squirms in his lap. It's cute, just like he thought, to see and feel Huaisang falling apart at such soft, easy affection. His fingers continue to brush lightly against his ribs, teasing, tickling lightly and he makes Huaisang squirm and squirm in his lap.

But he doesn't last for too long, just tickling Huaisang until he's breathless before he stops and decides to move them forward. The fingers inside of him pull out alongside the plug and instead move to grip the base, pulling the plug out of Huiasang and setting it to the side next to them on the couch. Then he, easy as possible, lifts Huaisang up by the hips and then brings him back down with his cock pressing up into his hole.

He'll shift a little bit for the tip of his cock to catch Huaisang's hole and then he's dragging him down onto his cock, pressing up into him, filling him as he goes. He drops a kiss down onto Huaisang's shoulder and gives a pleased hum as he sinks deeper and deeper inside of Huaisang.

Panting when Nanami pauses for a moment, Huaisang melts back against him, shivering with little sparks of aftershocks from the tickling, his oversensitive skin sending phantom shocks up his nerves even while Nanami's fingers have stopped their teasing.

He yelps as Nanami draws the plug out of him, stretching his body around the bulb of it. The slick sound as it pulls free makes him blush, wet with lube and Nanami's seed. Without thinking, he reaches down between them as soon as Nanami lifts him, grasping Nanami's cock to help line him up.

Moaning as Nanami pulls him down, sheathing himself in Huaisang's warm channel, Huaisang arches his head back against Nanami's shoulder, gasping and whimpering at the feeling of how his body shifts around Nanami, making space for him.

"Master," Huaisang murmurs, writhing slightly in Nanami's arms as waves of sensation and pleasure crest and recede through his body, caught pleasantly in a mix of aftershock and anticipation.

That's better. God, that's so much better. It's ridiculous how desperate he gets for Huaisang, despite the fact they literally just fucked a bit ago. But his body aches for him in a way he hasn't ached for anything else, made him desperate and needy and feeling urgent with the way he wants to fuck Huaisang. And now that he's inside him again, it feels almost like he's able to think. To breathe. To feel grounded.

Huaisang squirms in his lap and leans against his chest. Calls him master and looks lost in the pleasure of having Nanami's massive cock filling him up once again. Nanami is pleased in response, turns his head to nuzzle his throat and murmurs softly.

"I'm here. Master is here. Feels good, huh?"

And then his hands will slide around Huaisang's lap, holding him steady by his thighs as he begins to move his cock inside of him again. It's a steady grind, his hips pressing up and rocking into him as he adjusts to the tight feeling of Huaisang around his cock. Yeah, that's good. Real good. Fuck. He'll continue moving, fucking up into Huaisang and closing his eyes as he savors the slick feeling of Huaisang around him.

"Mhm," Huaisang agrees gratefully, gasping appreciatively at how Nanami holds him in place like that and fucks up into him, using him like a toy, handling him like he weighs nothing. When he bucks in Nanami's grip, hips straining, his lower body doesn't move at all. Only his torso writhes while Nanami holds him where he wants him, filling Huaisang up with each thrust. "Yes. Feels so good. So happy to belong to you. My master."

One arm coils up over his shoulder, clinging to Nanami as best he can, while the other hand grips tight to Nanami's arm. He can feel the ripple of Nanami's powerful muscles under the skin with each shift, each thrust, and his body clenches in reply, achingly aroused by Nanami's strength and power.

Nanami buries his face in against Huaisang's throat then, just focused on clutching his thighs and fucking him hard and fast. If he could just bury himself inside of Huaisang and never come out, he would be satisfied. But the feeling of fucking him, of his tight, wet heat around him, it's all so satisfying that he can barely think, can barely breathe.

Harder, he fucks him. Initially, it was just a good, smooth fuck up into Huaisang, grinding into his hole. Now, he just holds him so tight and fucks him hard, fast, leaving bruises where his fingers grip Huaisang's inner thighs. He's his master and Huaisang is his pet and he will never ever ever have anyone else ever again. Just Huaisang. Only Huaisang. The only one he needs.

A frustrated, low growl spills from Nanami's throat as he shifts his cock to find Huaisang's prostate, pounding into it from underneath him and just completely taking him as much as he can.

Huaisang's cries rise and sharpen as Nanami's pace gets quicker. There's no longer any pretense of paying attention to the movie while Nanami is fucking him like this. He can't focus on anything else, overwhelmed by the onslaught as Nanami starts targeting his prostate. It's swollen from their earlier sex and from the plug teasing at him, already sensitive.

Squirming in Nanami's arms, he struggles against his boyfriend's grip, trying to shift the angle to ease up but finding himself helpless. Just like when he was being tickled, he thrashes and writhes, but he presses harder back against Nanami's chest, seeking protection with him even when Nanami's the reason he's feeling overwhelmed.

The sensations spill over into little orgasmic spikes, too much stimulation for his body to take but not quite enough build into a full orgasm. He bucks at each one, cries turning choked into whines and whimpers, struggling harder against Nanami's grip as he loses all control of his body. His fingers claw blindly at Nanami, scratching across his arm and shoulder, holding onto anything he can reach.

The scratches are most certainly going to leave marks for later, long fingernail marks across his skin from Huaisang grasping at him desperately while he's fucked. He'll likely ignore them until Huaisang notices and insists upon tending to them, which Nanami will allow just because he likes Huaisang being gentle with him at any opportunity.

But for now, his cock is rock hard and rigid as it slams into Huaisang over and over. He keeps his face buried within Huaisang's throat, his hair matted to his forehead from sweat and exertion. His hands keep clutching Huaisang by the thighs, holding him tight as he pulls back and slams upwards, dragging Huaisang down onto his cock with each thrust. The desperation he feels is maddening. They've only just fucked and yet here he is, needing to bury himself inside of Huaisang with an ache that can't quite abate.

It makes his heart swell as well, his love for Huaisang overwhelming and all consuming. He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to feel like this for anyone else, the way he feels for Huaisang, and he doubts he ever will. He just wants him — just Huaisang — and no one else, ever again.

Huaisang has never experienced the kind of overstimulation he gets from Nanami with any other partner. Even though he'd never gone all the way like this before, every other kiss had left him bored and yearning, craving something he didn't believe he'd ever get. Nanami blows so far past all his hopes and expectations that he constantly feels like he's dreaming, awed by his luck in having a lover like this.

His body is a blur of pleasure and sensation, so far overstimulated that he's practically vibrating with it, and his mind can't keep any thoughts other than a hazy feeling of love and trust. With Nanami, he can just surrender himself to the pleasure, feeling so utterly desired and safe, heart glowing with the certainty that he's pleasing Nanami and that Nanami wants him just as he is, sweet and yielding and needy.

Bucking suddenly as he comes, Huaisang makes a choked sound, body pulling taut and quivering as his mind goes white. It's so intense, the kind of orgasm that he only ever gets on round three or four, just a roaring tsunami of pleasure that seems to go on and on.

It's when Huaisang comes that Nanami's own orgasm is punched out of him. More thick ropes of come fill up Huaisang, adding to the slick wetness inside of him from his earlier orgasm. Nanami comes a lot, always has, and he knows Huaisang likes it, likes being filled up so much with his seed. So, he comes and he bites against Huaisang's throat, groaning helplessly against him as he thrusts over and over, just filling him as he rides out his orgasm.

They're so achingly compatible, it's hard to think straight when it comes to Huaisang. He loves him, loves being with him, wants to spend all his time with him. Nanami does want him just as he is, doesn't want anyone else but Huaisang no matter what. So, it feels even more perfect in moments like these, knowing he can just sink into the pleasure instead.

When he's done though, he keeps Huaisang sat on his cock, breathing hard against his skin and closing his eyes as he hugs Huaisang to his chest. He's so spent, so done, but he also doesn't want to let go of Huaisang for anything. So, he just sighs softly, happily, and nuzzles in against his throat.

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