Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Huaisang gives a little whine as Nanami's fingers draw out, same as he always does when Nanami retracts fingers or cock or a plug from his body. But his eyes are riveted down to Nanami's cock, watching how his slick fingers coat that gorgeous, thick length. Licking his lips, still glossy with his pretty pink lipstick even though it's smudged from all the kisses and the earlier blowjob, Huaisang keens appreciatively as Nanami lines up again.

"Yes, daddy," Huaisang murmurs in return, a wickedly playful glint in his eyes amidst the white shimmer on his lashes. But that playfulness quickly is overwhelmed as Nanami pushes in and Huaisang groans, shuddering as Nanami breaches him. His legs stretch out, tangling loosely around Nanami and settling his feet on Nanami's hips in order to draw him in closer, wanting to embrace him in every way.

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Ah. He can't. The pet name is spoken and he has to take a moment to not let himself push for Huaisang to call him that again. It's always just a little too kinky for him to be called daddy, always makes him feel a little reckless as he chases after it. But no, he'll keep himself in control and just give Huaisang a wry look as he presses inside of him.

The legs around his waist, the feet pulling him in, it means his hips line up with Huaisang's easily enough. And after that, all he can do is grind in against him, his hands leaning forward to press to the mattress on either side of Huaisang's head while he positions himself to start fucking him. It's easy to lean into, pulling himself back out and then pressing in, a steady rhythm being built.

Then he's leaning in to kiss Huaisang again. To devour him. His hips continue to fuck into him heavily, a hand reaching up to clutch Huaisang's hair while he leans on his elbow of the other arm. It's a steady rhythm now, just fucking Huaisang over and over and over. This is his beloved, this is his pet, this is his baby. He'll give him everything he needs.

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Reaching up as Kento bends down to kiss him, Huaisang loops his hands lightly around the back of Kento's neck, one hand sliding up into his hair. He moans when their lips touch, hands curling briefly into a tighter grip with a surge of possessiveness and gratitude to have Kento this close again. His kiss is sweet and yielding, lips moving playfully and hungrily against Kento's. As the kiss deepens, Huaisang melts into moans, teasing occasionally at Kento with little dueling swipes of his tongue, but mostly caressing at him to invite him deeper, sucking at his tongue as hungrily as he'd sucked Kento's cock.

The hand in his hair draws a little fluttering sound of pleasure, neck arching a little as he nestles into the touch. He feels so loved, so prized. This is everything he needs, everything he's craved his whole life, and he's terrified that it's too good to be true, that any day his perfect crystalline bubble will burst and he'll be lonely and insecure again, moving through his days like a shell of a person. It feels like he's become himself again--more himself than he ever was before. He's painting again, styling himself more adventurously, moving through his life with confidence.