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Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

Huaisang's been blissed out of his mind for the past two weeks, since he started dating Nanami. The minor catastrophe of losing heating while being snowed in was dramatic but survivable, and Huaisang's been ecstatic about Nanami's care and possessiveness since they've started their relationship.

He's let himself into Nanami's flat as he waits for Nanami to finish up his work for the day, bringing along his brush and ink as he works on a mural for Nanami. Huaisang still lives in the family estate, his room not far from his brother's, and neither Nanami nor Huaisang want to be within earshot of Mingjue for one of Huaisang's screaming orgasms, so they usually met at Nanami's residence instead. He'd secured permission in advance to paint on one of the walls, even though he's not sure if Nanami actually knows anything about Huaisang's painting skill and style. These past years, he's barely painted at all, chasing a series of dead-end relationships rather than focusing at all on himself or his hobbies.

The painting is a beautiful traditional-style Chinese Shanshui 山水 landscape, intricate detail emerging of snow-covered mountains. With Nanami's expertise in Jujutsu techniques, he might quickly notice that the painting radiates an energy like a powerful protective ward, even though there's no known precedent of crafting such a thing through a decorative painting like this. The rest of the Nie clan is known for their powerful combat techniques, tending toward raw power rather than precision, and Huaisang's brother Mingjue is a paragon of his ancestry. Huaisang's delicate paintwork might as well come from a different planet.

This is Huaisang's curse technique, something that he uses so rarely and that's so entirely useless in a fight that most of the closest people in Huaisang's life don't have any idea he can do it, much less that he does it with such mastery.

He lifts his head with a happy smile when Nanami enters, setting down his brush so that he can hop up and greet his boyfriend with a kiss, careful not to touch him with ink-spattered hands. He's got a smudge of black ink on one cheek, though he's simultaneously somehow managed to get not a fleck on his outfit, which is as casually androgynous as anything he wears. Similarly, his long black hair is ornamented with his usual absurdly intricate arrangement of braids and beads.

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Nanami 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.

Huaisang licks his lips at the sight of Nanami's cock thick and hard in front of him, eyes glued to it as Nanami moves and sits as requested, legs spread wide. His eyes close at the gentle caress to his hair, lashes fluttering with bliss at the gesture of affection. When Nanami lets go, Huaisang gives him a smile, hopelessly adoring as ever, before he returns his focus to his task.

Running his hands reverently over Nanami's thighs, Huaisang presses a soft kiss to the side of Nanami's cock, unable to resist even though he wants to tease a little before he gets to what he wants. One hand dips down to cup Nanami's balls, lifting them so that Huaisang can press a kiss to each, leaving glimmering pink marks on the skin. Then he trails his kisses down one of Nanami's thighs, leaving a scattering of pink lip-prints. When they start to fade, he pauses to pick up his lipstick again, reapplying with patient precision.

He's constantly aware of just how hard Nanami is, and he knows that he's going to pay for this later. All this teasing and getting Nanami more and more pent up means that Nanami's going to be feral the moment his control finally breaks. Nanami's expression may be blank and impassive, but Huaisang can read in every muscle how he's keeping himself so carefully contained. A single word from Huaisang, even just a look, and the leash Nanami has on himself will snap. It's a thrill to have this kind of power, to be so intensely desired and to have Nanami holding himself back, giving this moment to Huaisang. He can feel his pulse thrumming in his throat, beating hard against the leather of the collar as it grows warm from his skin.

Another pattern of kisses up the other thigh, another application of lipstick, and then Huaisang presses a few soft kisses up Nanami's cock. He's maddeningly precise about it, pausing between each one or two to assess his work, and placing a final kiss to the head. Then he sits back on his heels, reaching for his little purse again. This time, it's not the lipstick that he pulls out but his phone.

His eyes flick up to Nanami briefly to confirm that his boyfriend understands what Huaisang's doing and is fine with it. "Shall I send you the photos?" Huaisang asks, after snapping a couple shots of his 'artwork' on Nanami's dick. He's going to cherish these as-is, but it occurs to him that Nanami might need a few of the artist at work, so he switches to selfie mode and gets the framing right before he leans in and drags his tongue up the underside of Nanami's cock, catching a couple of photos of that (hopefully, since he continues without pausing to check) and then one of his lips pressed to the head in another kiss.

Handing the phone up to Nanami to encourage him to take a few more photos from his vantage point, Huaisang takes a moment to reapply his lipstick one more time (all flirty glances as he does so, the dyed wax dragging slowly across his lower lip) before he finally lowers his head to take Nanami into his mouth.

Sucking cock has always been a struggle for him. He has a small mouth, and he struggles to deepthroat most cocks, so he knows he's almost definitely not going to be able to take Nanami's hefty cock without patience and the perfect angle, and he's not even going to try from this position. His hands wrap around the base of Nanami's cock to help make up for what his mouth can't cover, ready to make up for his physical limitations with plenty of expertise and enthusiasm.

This is torture. A beautiful, wonderful kind of torture but torture nevertheless. Nanami's control is pulled taut, the inner beast inside him struggling against its chains as he tries to keep himself together and not just take what he wants from Huaisang. With every kiss, every pause to reapply the lipstick, every mark left by Huaisang, Nanami grows harder and hotter and needs to keep himself in check. He wants so badly, but he also knows better than to just take.

Huaisang is perfect, really. In everything he is doing, Nanami adores him. He wants to spoil him rotten, wants to give him love and affection and tell him how perfect he's being for Nanami. He wants to scoop him up, take him to the bed, and fuck him until he weeps. He wants so much. But he also knows that showing patience right now will give him a better reward for later. It will make all this even more perfect when they finally give in.

He worries for a moment about the photographs when Huaisang pulls his phone out, wonders if it's wise to get themselves on camera like this but he also trusts Huaisang to keep the pictures safe and to not use it against him in the future. He doubts they'll ever break up, so it's not like he can blackmail Nanami with them, but if anyone ever got into his phone... no, no, it's fine. So, when he hands the phone to Nanami, Nanami will take a few more pictures. And a video, recording the moment that Huaisang finally lowers his head to take Nanami into his mouth.

He watches as the tip disappears between Huaisang's small mouth, as he uses what he can to take care of Nanami. His hands wrapping around the shaft, his mouth swallowing past the tip just a little. Nanami ends the video then and sets the phone to the side, his hand reaching out to settle on the back of Huaisang's head as he takes in more of his cock.

"Don't choke," is all that Nanami manages to say, voice a little rough from arousal and eyes focused so intensely on the way he continues to suck on him. He doesn't want Huaisang to strain himself but he also just wants to fuck into his mouth like nothing else. Fuck. Fuck.

Huaisang is never as careful as he should be--he forgets his phone places and tends to trust to the good nature of the people he spends time with--but he's always been good with secrets. As much as he loves gossip, he never shares any information about anyone else unless it's something they're comfortable with having shared. He's so clever and observant, but he locks all his knowledge away inside the vault of his own head unless he can use it for something kind.

Eyes twinkling for a moment with amusement at Nanami's thoughtful warning, Huaisang bobs his head over his boyfriend's cock, savoring the weight and heat of him, the feeling of fullness as he takes him in as far as he can. He can take him in about halfway, with the head of Nanami's cock nestling against the back of his throat, and he presses forward just enough to feel the strain of it, the resistance as his throat refuses to open. It's never been a gag reflex that's a problem for him, but the sheer mechanics of the size of his mouth and throat. Still, he likes the thought of being able to take Nanami in to the hilt, and he lets his mind stray to the image of being laid out on a bed, head tipped back over the edge so that his neck is at the best angle for Nanami to slide in. Nanami jiggling his cock just slightly to coax past the resistance at the entrance to his throat, hand cupped around Huaisang's neck to help support him, to hold him in place, to feel from the outside how his throat stretched to accommodate Nanami's girth...

His hand squeezes tighter around Nanami's cock, wanting. Another time. Another item on the list of the dozens upon dozens of things he wants to do with Nanami. A thousand nights aren't enough. Ten thousand might be enough to do everything he wants once, and then they can start again.

He moves faster, bobbing his head hungrily, pushing himself even though he can't take any more from this angle. He wants to be able to take Nanami in to the hilt, to be filled with Nanami in every possible way. Belly round from all of his seed. Needy whimpers spill from his throat each time he lifts enough to allow sound, and they're choked again as his head dips down, throat stoppered by Nanami's cock.

Nanami isn't going to last long, is the unfortunate realization he has. He's too pent up, from the footjob earlier in the restaurant and now the blowjob here. He needs to come, needs to spill his load and give his body a reset before he's able to fuck Huaisang properly like he wants. He groans softly as Huaisang begins to suck him in earnest, begins to bob his head up and down and swallow against his tip.

Even the sound of Huaisang's needy whimpers get him riled up, wanting to give him what he wants, to fuck him mercilessly until he's spent and ruined. But he can't do that yet, not when he needs to feel his own release first, when he wants to savor the feeling of Huaisang's mouth on his cock.

His head falls back against the couch and he curls his fingers a little tighter into Huaisang's hair. His hips move as well, pressing up when Huaisang presses down, helping him swallow around his cock and giving him what he needs. He's starting to feel close, a groan leaving him at the sensation and then words.

"Mm, baby, I'm close."

Just a warning for now, he doesn't stop Huaisang from sucking on him or anything like that.

Huaisang's hungry for him, and wants desperately to taste him. He doesn't often get to taste Nanami, not when they both are so obsessed with the intimacy of full penetration. He doesn't want to let go of this opportunity, especially when his control over the situation is already tenuous.

Squeezing Nanami's cock once in reply and recognition of his words, Huaisang doesn't slow his movements, wanting to savor every last second of Nanami's possessive hand in his hair, Nanami's cock pressed against his throat.

One of his hands slides down from Nanami's shaft to curl around his balls, tracking the little pulses and spasms through his sac to help him know when to lift off so that he has his lips only just around the head, drawing his hands smoothly up Nanami's shaft to draw his orgasm out of him so that it spills across Huaisang's waiting tongue.

Sitting back as Nanami finishes, Huaisang opens his mouth to stick out his tongue, showing off the white slick of Nanami's seed spattered across it. He grins smugly once he's sure Nanami has seen it, and swallows, then dips his head to lap softly at Nanami's cock, cleaning up every stray droplet of Nanami's seed.

Ohhh, that's good. That's really good. It doesn't take too much for Nanami to reach his peak, to spill his load down Huaisang's throat and when Huaisang pulls off to show his seed on his tongue, it gets another rope of come spilling from his tip in response. So, when Huaisang lowers his head to lap at his cock, there is plenty for him to lick up and Nanami's hand curls a little more possessively into his hair as he watches.

It's only when he's done and pulled away from Nanami's cock that he lowers his hand, caressing his cheek lightly and breathing out softly. This is his boy, his sweet boy, and he loves him so much. "Do you want me to fuck you next?" He asks curiously, then tilts his head. "In your dress too or just in your collar?" He wouldn't mind fucking Huaisang in his dress, he knows it makes him feel pretty and it's quite a temptation to see him all dolled up like this but sprawled out on his cock as well.

But he'll wait to hear what Huaisang wants next as he continues to caress his cheek and stare at him with all the fondness in the world.

Huaisang smiles happily up at him, leaning into the hand on his cheek. His gaze is full of trust, letting his brief control of the situation melt away so that now he can just yield eagerly to his beloved. "Just my collar. Please, master," Huaisang begs, rising to his feet slowly so as to encourage that hand to remain on his cheek. Once he's on his feet, he cups his hand over Nanami's, savoring that touch and feeling so, so precious and valued. "Please fuck me. I need to be yours. I always need to be yours. Please."

His heart swells with love for his boyfriend, but his eyes stray downward, noticing the shimmer of pink from his lipstick on Nanami's mouth, on his throat and chest, and then downward from there. Grinning with delight at his 'art', Huaisang licks his lips, eyes sparkling playfully as his gaze flicks back up to Nanami's face.

It's easy then to shift up to his feet as well after Huaisang rises. He lets him keep his hand on his cheek for now before he's standing in front of him. Huaisang is still dressed while he's naked, which makes for an interesting dynamic, and he smiles softly at his boyfriend before leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. He is full of such deep affection that it's hard to want anything else, and when Huaisang asks to be fucked, he knows he can do that.

"You are mine," he says, reassuring. Then he pulls his hand away from Huaisang's cheek so he can crouch down and scoop Huaisang up in one steady movement, holding him in his arms as he moves to start walking towards the bed. He knows what they both need next, which is Nanami inside of Huaisang, filling him up with his seed as Huaisang writhes and thrashes underneath him. A good, hard fuck that will reaffirm their bond to one another. That's what he wants and indeed, what he will get.

Huaisang's eyes close blissfully at the gentle kiss, feeling wholly loved and so safe. Grinning wider at Nanami's words, Huaisang's eyes snap open again, bright and happy.

He hugs his arms tight around Nanami's shoulders, pecking happily at his cheek with a flurry of kisses. His feet kick idly, thrilled as ever to be carried. "I'm so proud to be yours. I love you so much, Kento-gege."

When Nanami sets him down, Huaisang turns and draws his hair to the side to reveal his zipper so that Nanami can lower it for him.

"I love you too, Huaisang," is the reply from Nanami, followed by a soft kiss to his forehead. He'll hold him tight as he makes the trip to the bed before setting him down and when Huaisang turns, pulling his hair to the side to show the zipper for Nanami to unzip, he does so. Carefully, he pulls the zipper down to the end which is near Huaisang's ass. He'll slide the dress off of him then, helping him strip down and when the he's stepped out of the dress, Nanami will step away with it for a moment. To hang it up, of course, because it's such a pretty dress and he wouldn't want it to be ruined.

When he returns to Huaisang, it's to help him remove his panties, pulling them off his hips and thighs, down his legs before letting them drop to the floor. It's then that he realized he forgot something and he holds up a hand to Huaisang for him to wait before walking away, back to where his suit rests on the couch. He'll dig into the pockets of the jacket for a moment before pulling out a tube of lubricant.

Then he returns to the bed, holding up the lubricant to show Huaisang what he just went away for. He jerks his chin towards the head of the bed, instructing Huaisang, "Lay against the pillows. I'll prep you." Before he climbs onto the bed and follows him there, settling between Huaisang's spread legs with the aim to start fingering him open.

Left in just his pretty white silk stockings with silvery embroidery near the hem and his little silver waist chain linked through his navel piercing, set today with a sparkling white crystal to match with the rest of his garment, Huaisang watches him go, chewing on his lower lip as he tries to cope with the intense surge of affection and lust he feels for Nanami. His eyes are dark and hungry with lust as he sees his beloved return, gloriously naked with his thick, heavy cock hanging between his legs.

He scoots up as instructed, leaning back against the pillows and spreading his legs wide. "Yes, master," he murmurs, happy and adoring. He reaches up to trace a finger along the edge of his own collar, heart fluttering for how safe he feels to belong to Nanami, to have such a doting dominant.

It's easy to do this, to squirt lube onto his fingers and spread Huaisang's cheeks and slide a finger around his rim to tease him open. He's done this so many times, hundreds of times at this point, and he likes it. He likes to take care of Huaisang, to make sure he is prepped and ready for the both of them. He even has a bit of a huff when Huaisang does it for himself, unless he is stretched out around a plug that Nanami put inside him.

It doesn't take long though, not with how often they fuck. Huaisang is already soft inside and Nanami can quickly get two fingers buried into him, scissoring him open gently. At the same time, he leans forward to kiss Huaisang, slowly making out with him as he continues to open him up and prep him for his cock. He needs three fingers, at least, to comfortably fit Nanami. But they've also done it in two when Huaisang's been really impatient.

Huaisang is always thrilled to have Nanami open him up with fingers or tongue. He dislikes having to finger himself, and only does it if he wants to surprise Nanami with a plug already in place. Now that their relationship has gotten so serious, Huaisang spends every night at Nanami's, unwilling to consider even a single night apart, and it's rare that he wears a plug that Nanami didn't put in for him.

He moans as Nanami's fingers slide into his body, thick and strong, and he rocks his hips up to receive them, eager to have Nanami deeper. His arms reach up, winding around Nanami's shoulders as he lifts his face into the kiss. Soft and needy noises spill constantly from his lips, groans growing deeper and more desperate as Nanami's tongue lays claim to his mouth. His hips rut up against Nanami's hand, trying to fuck himself on Nanami's fingers with his impatience to be filled. His heart pounds in his chest, aching for Nanami, wanting to be bonded with him in every possible way.

It's easy to just focus on opening up Huaisang, on getting those stiff muscles to soften under his touch, to stretch and tug open with enough room for Nanami's cock. Nanami just gives a soft hum as he's pulled in during their kiss, licking into Huaisang's mouth and savoring the touch of the both of them. He slips another finger into Huaisang's hole then, teasing and tugging him open with three fingers now and satisfied that he'll be able to get to fuck Huaisang soon.

He'll do this for another few minutes before he pulls away from the kiss, pulls his fingers out of Huaisang and presses a kiss to his forehead to soothe him from the emptiness. The needy, desperate noises Huaisang is making only add to his eagerness to fuck him and so, he reaches down for the lubricant to squirt more onto his fingers, lathering up his cock with the wetness before he settles between Huaisang's legs.

"Breathe for me, baby," Nanami murmurs quietly before he begins the slow and careful press of his cock inside of Huaisang's hole. Despite his fingering, Huaisang is still tight which is — honestly, incredible. Nanami breathes out roughly through his nose and begins to press in and in and in. It's remarkable how hard he is already despite only just coming a bit ago, but his attraction to Huaisang makes his refractory period near nonexistent.

Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

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