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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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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."

Nanami is using his reflection in the window to right side his hair, smoothing it back into place as Huaisang talks. The solution he comes up with is a good one, and that brings a bit of relief to Nanami because it is something he can do. Now that he looks put together again, though his shirt is a bit more creased than he'd like, he turns to Huaisang and nods.

"I don't mind if people know I'm dating you," he says, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. He takes a few steps closer, enough to bridge the distance between them again. "You're my heart, I'm not going to hide you."

And then he kisses him on the forehead, sweet. Afterwards, he takes a step back and surveys the office. He'll go back to the window to open it a crack, leaving it so the room could air out. Anything else he needs can be fetched some other time, so he grabs his phone, makes sure he has his wallet and keys, then takes the coffee mug on his desk with him to leave. Before he goes, he seems to hesitate, wanting to kiss Huaisang again but knowing that might be too far for him. So, he just gives him a soft look before stepping out the door and into the hallway.

He heads to the break room first, to get coffee. It isn't long until someone strikes up a conversation with him.

Huaisang smiles warm and happy at that statement, gazing up at Nanami with hopeless adoration. His heart. He watches Nanami go, wanting to call him back immediately so that they won't be parted for a minute. This is his own plan, though, and he knows it's a smart one. So he gives Nanami a soft smile anyway, gazing after him even once the door closes.

It takes all his willpower to be decently patient, waiting several minutes until he figures Nanami has had time to do as he's instructed. Then he texts him, as promised, with his plea for help.

He hasn't moved while Nanami has been away, not wanting to actually try walking while he's feeling sore. Better to just wait, knowing that Nanami will come rescue him soon enough. His handsome knight in shining armor.

When Nanami returns, Huaisang winces and gives him a tragic look. "Oh, I'm sorry to be a bother. I thought you wouldn't mind if I let myself into your office ... I don't know how I was so clumsy."

It's a good thing Huaisang is quick to play act when Nanami arrives because the person he was talking to followed him back to the office after he got the text, nosy as can be. Nanami wanted to shake them off but more than that, he wanted to get back to Huaisang so he just lets the guy follow. Once they're at the office, when Huaisang speaks, the guy replies before Nanami can.

You're so lucky that Nanami-xiansheng is around to help you, Nie Huaisang! Otherwise you would've been stuck here!

Nanami gives a noncommittal "Mm" in reply but he doesn't linger, just moving towards the desk to set his coffee mug down (empty, thankfully). And then he approaches Huaisang. As he stands in front of him, his expression remains neutral but there is a bit of softness in his voice as he asks, "Do you want me to carry you? It might be embarrassing." The last part is only added to bolster his position as close friend of Huaisang instead of anything else. He knows Huaisang doesn't care to be embarrassed by Nanami's carrying.

"I am lucky Nanami-xiansheng is around," Huaisang confirms, cheerful and teasing as he takes on the task of distracting and routing their unwanted company. "Otherwise you'd have to carry me! Have you been going to the gym, Xuan-xiong? Because I have been eating an awful lot of pastries recently ..."

Returning his gaze to Nanami as his boyfriend stops in front of him, Huaisang lifts his chin with a fond smile. "Who's embarrassed? I'm helping you show off your muscles. I bet you'll get proposals from all the eligible men and women in the office tomorrow ..."

He reaches his arms up to loop around Nanami's neck as his lover gently gathers him up, glad that he has an excuse for how he winces a little in pain.

"Are you single, Xuan-xiong?" Huaisang goes on, cheerfully, putting one hand beside his mouth in a comedic stage whisper. "Do you want me to put in a good word for you?"

"Ah, no, no, thank you, Nie Huaisang, very kind of you but unfortunately my heart is dedicated to the softer sex," Xuan Xi laughs, following them out of the office.

"Right, of course, how could I forget," Huaisang sighs, having not forgotten for a moment that Xuan Xi is both single and straight. "My broken heart!" He pretends to swoon onto Nanami's shoulder, then straightens again with another laugh. "Not to be disloyal to my eternal devotion to you, Xuan-xiong," Huaisang says, "but my broken heart is feeling rather soothed by Nanami-xiansheng's very solid muscles."

He trusts that Xuan Xi won't take any of this seriously, because Huaisang flirts like this with everyone. That had contributed to Nanami originally assuming that Huaisang's interest in him wasn't genuine, he knew. It was a defense mechanism, Huaisang's technique of making himself likeable to (almost) everyone but also forgettable, easy to brush off and leave behind. It left him lonely, but it kept anyone from noticing he was lonely, kept his vulnerable heart well-hidden behind a cheery smile.

Nanami doesn't chime in on the conversation, doesn't think he needs to. After all, what would he say? Lie and say he's single, joke about liking Huaisang's flirting (which he does), give any attention to Xuan Xi when he doesn't need to. All of it seems a little frivolous to him so he focuses on lifting Huaisang up and moving to carry him instead. He doesn't give any mind to his office beyond carrying Huaisang and begins to carry him out the office and past Xuan Xi.

He'll give Huaisang all the time he wants to talk to the other man or anyone else they pass by in the office, to make the outrageous comments he wants to make and flirt with whoever he wants to flirt with. But his path is simple — to the elevator and then out the building. Eventually, they will reach the elevator and Nanami shifts his hand to press the button, calling it to their floor.

Soon, the elevator will come and Nanami will carry him inside, looking visibly relieved when they're alone again and pressing his face into Huaisang's hair, as if he needs to breathe him in to bolster his energy again. Mumbling softly, he speaks against Huaisang's temple.

"Wanna fuck you."

But unfortunately, he'll have to wait till they get back to his apartment. Which means he has to wait a whole drive back and everything! Ugh!

Huaisang's all energetic brightness as he chats with the coworkers that they pass, using his usual expertise to make himself liked and direct attention where he wants it. It's easy to deflect the topic away from how he's being carried like Nanami as if he's something precious, making it into something amusing but not worth deeper attention. Charm and deflection, his usual public persona.

He melts against Nanami the moment the elevator doors shut, body softening tiredly, and his eyes close to savor the feeling of Nanami's head pressed to his own. His arms tighten around Nanami in return, assuming that they're both feeling a little overwhelmed by needing to run a social gauntlet like that.

The words take him by surprise, eyes flicking open again in scandalized delight, and he laughs softly, legs kicking a little as his toes curl. He responds with an approving, hungry little rumble, catching Nanami's earlobe between his teeth and giving it a wicked tug and a flick of his tongue.

Straightening innocently as the elevator dings and the doors open, Huaisang schools his expression back to bland pleasantness as Nanami carries him through the parking garage.

He leans back without needing to be asked, trusting Nanami's hold to be steady as Huaisang stretches an arm down and dips it into Nanami's pocket. He knows which side Nanami keeps his keys on, and his fingers splay teasingly within the pocket, brushing against Nanami's hard cock before closing around the keys and drawing them out, unlocking the door and opening it so that then Nanami can set him safely inside. His breath catches on a tiny whimper as his weight settles onto the plug again, but he just flashes a smirk up at Nanami when their eyes meet.

While Nanami moves around to the driver's side, Huaisang sits up and scans the parking garage, confirming sightlines and that no one else is around in nearby cars. Confident that they're safe from prying eyes, Huaisang reaches for Nanami once he sits. One arm curls over the back of Nanami's shoulders to draw him in for a kiss, while the other hand drops to Nanami's lap, giving him a warm and appreciative squeeze through his pants.

His smile is positively wicked as he leans back in his seat again and buckles himself in. "Your neighbors probably are going to suspect," Huaisang comments, only half trying to contain his smirk and mostly failing. "It's going to be much harder to come up with cover story and misdirection for why you're carrying me up to your apartment with a raging hard-on. Again."

He could've said something else. Could've explained a bit that part of his desperate desire to fuck Huaisang is just a need for closeness, a need to never be separated from the other man. After watching him chat up and be so clever with everyone, knowing it's just a veneer between the world and the real Huaisang, it just makes Nanami want to bundle him close, press inside of him, and never come out. They're both so physical with their affection for each other, it makes it hard to be anything but.

He lets Huaisang grab his keys, growling a little under his breath at the touch to his cock, but then he'll focus on getting Huaisang situated inside the car at the passenger seat. When he whimpers softly, Nanami just pets his hair for a moment before pulling back. But once he's in the driver's seat, he's trying to shift his attention to, well, driving before he's suddenly distracted by Huaisang reaching for him.

They're kissing and Nanami lets out a low moan into it as he feels the squeeze to his cock, wanting so desperately to keep Huaisang's hand there so he can stroke him off but knowing that he wants to be inside Huaisang more than that. He breathes out roughly through his nose when the kiss breaks and blinks a few times, focusing on what's he has to instead.

The comment about his neighbors gets a huff of amusement from him though. Well. If they run into them again when Nanami is carrying Huaisang ... again, so be it. Just be happy he's in a committed relationship, will you?

"I think they're already aware with how loud you screamed after the last time they caught us," he muses aloud, starting the car now that he's a little more focused. "My walls are pretty soundproof but not that soundproof."

He looks amused though as he pulls out of the garage and takes off, beginning the drive back to his apartment.

Huaisang laughs, utterly unrepentant as he imagines Nanami's nosier neighbors looking scandalized as they overhear screams of pleasure resounding through the walls. "We'll have to find a proper house for you," he comments. There's a list of criteria ready at the front of his mind, something he's already half-consciously started compiling.

"For us," he amends a moment later, soft but heartfelt. Is it too early to propose moving in together? Oh well. Huaisang already spends almost every night in Nanami's bed. He still lives in Mingjue's estate, in his childhood rooms, because he can't bear to live alone. Moving into a place he's chosen himself sounds appealing, though, and he definitely wants Nanami to upgrade to somewhere nicer.

"Thick walls. A garage so you can carry me from car to bed without anyone seeing us." His voice is wistful as he imagines a nice big master bedroom, a spacious closet. A fancy kitchen filled with ... kitchen stuff. Appliances? Cooking things.

There's a glance over to Huaisang at the wistful tone, the idea of the two of them living together. It makes him happy to think about as well, his eyes focusing back on the road as he considers this too. The ability to come home to Huaisang every day, to sleep with him every night. He already sleeps with him almost every night but it's different, being able to actually live together.

"I have the money," he says simply, lifting a shoulder in a shrug. "Find a realtor, some houses, we'll check them out. I know you have a criteria."

For Nanami, he's pretty simple. He wants a big kitchen, somewhere to properly cook, and the rest of the house should be cozy, comfortable. Nice places to read and rest. He's sure Huaisang knows this about him though, so he doesn't need to voice it. Anything Huaisang would pick will be perfect. So, yes, that's a silent agreement that they should, in fact, move in together. He wants to share a home with Huaisang.

Huaisang's heart thrills happily at Nanami's response, the easy, straightforward acceptance that yes, of course, they should proceed with the inevitable. He's too happy to speak for a moment, but he reaches over and gives Nanami's thigh a squeeze so that Nanami will know without taking his eyes off the road just how much Huaisang appreciates this.

"Beautiful master bedroom, huge bath, of course," Huaisang says, voice soft and low, painting a picture with words as he let his heart spill out through his throat. "Tasteful office for you, lots of dark wood and a huge desk where you can get work done and then you can fuck me across the desk when I come in to distract you from your work. Library with lots of books and comfy squishy reading chairs. I'm going to fill my side of the library up with fantasy, romance, art history and porn, with a lot of overlap between those last two, and I'm not even a little bit sorry. Do you want a garden? I'm not gardening. But I can hire landscapers to do a nice low-maintenance zen rock garden unless you'd rather have something you can tend yourself."

There is a pleasant feeling in his chest as he hears Huaisang describe the house that he wants for them, the things that he wants to fill it with. So far, he likes everything described, especially the library. Huaisang knows how voracious a reader Nanami is and how much he enjoys the things that he gets his hands on. To have his own personal library would be really nice. The rest... the desk, yes. The garden? He considers it, if he'd like to spend some time doing that. But then decides —

"I'd rather spend that time in the kitchen. I... would like a nice one, where I can bake my own bread," that last bit is said rather quietly, as if he feels a bit shy about it. Which he does. He's never voiced his desire to bake bread before but it's something he's wanted to do, with it being his favorite food and all. The idea of being able to make a fresh loaf of the stuff whenever he wants, to experiment with all kinds of recipes, it's something he's looking forward to.

"I like the rock garden idea though," he says after a polite cough and getting his composure back. He wants all of that, rather desperately he realizes. They should go house shopping immediately, move in together immediately. He doesn't want to spend another day not living with Huaisang.

"Big kitchen," Huaisang agrees, smile warm and adoring as he watches Nanami go through what is a significant amount of emotional expression, for him. To anyone else, Nanami's expression might be blank and unchanging, but Huaisang knows him. The sweet shy hesitation makes his heart clench, wanting to protect and indulge that soft side of Nanami. "Bread stuff. And you've gotta bake me fancy pastries. Or any pastries, really, I'm not actually picky. I'm a little picky. But everything you make is good. If I'm picky, everything you make is way above my, um, criteria line?" Laughing at himself for babbling, Huaisang shakes his head.

"Rock garden. Something beautiful and zen. Maybe a koi pond, and I'll have landscapers come in once a week for that. What do you want for kink? Full luxurious dungeon or just a few good hard points in the bedroom adequate for suspension?" Not that they've ever done suspension. Huaisang blinks rapidly and backpedals, remembering that his level of comfort with BDSM topics may not be universal. "Not that we're going to do suspension or even--I'm so impatient, I've never done any kind of heavy rope play--but you could hang me on handcuffs or if you wanted a sex swing." He's making it worse. "And if you do want a dungeon I'm a no on a full St. Andrews cross or -- I'm going to stop talking."

Huaisang presses his hand over his face, fully red after every attempt to babble less had only gotten him deeper and deeper into kink-heavy embarrassment.

Okay, that's just funny is what it is. Huaisang's initial demand of pastries is something Nanami most certainly can do when they have their big kitchen, getting good at baking all kinds of things is exactly what he wants. So, Huaisang doesn't get an answer to that but he does get a soft, amused huff from Nanami which is really the equivalent of a laugh out loud from this guy, so there's a win.

But as for the next part, the kink part. That's all so shocking but... exactly what he expects from Huaisang that it even tugs a smile on his face, the more Huaisang babbles. So, there's a smile on his face, wide enough to show a bit of teeth as he lets Huaisang finish his babble before replying.

"Relax," he says, good-naturedly. Oh, his sweet Huaisang. "We'll put some hard points in the bedroom, yes. And let's outfit the basement to be dual-purposed. Not a full sex dungeon, but someplace for play when we want something a little more structured and private. How does that sound?" He's not entirely sure if that's possible. A private room in the basement they could use as a play room and... also a guest room? Maybe? He doesn't know, he figures Huaisang will figure it out though. He'll just give him the approval to do so.

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