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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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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.

Huaisang melts back against him as they both finish, panting hard and completely boneless. He tilts his head against Nanami in return, savoring the sting of the bite on his shoulder and nuzzling his cheek against Nanami's hair. He keeps his hands curled around Nanami's arms, wanting to keep those arms curled around himself, but he's dazed and worn out from the multiple rounds of intense sex, and his head nods, sinking heavier against Nanami as he slips into a doze.

He knows that Nanami will take care of him, getting them both tidied up and into bed, and Nanami will rouse him as much as is necessary for that. But Huaisang's too worn out to think about anything, blissfully happy and warm from love and sex.

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