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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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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.

"Mhm," Huaisang says, agreeing easily because yes, that does in fact make perfect sense to him. "I'll set up something that works for scenes. Like that captive / tribute roleplay I mentioned wanting to do. Specific, more formal kinks when we want something. I've got some ideas." He drums his fingers on his thigh, mind already sketching out possible layouts, furniture, arrangements. Easy enough to design it for his own kinks. So far Nanami has mostly just reacted with immense enthusiasm to Huaisang's suggestions and hasn't requested much specific of his own, which makes it easier. They're extremely compatible, including in the way that Huaisang likes being more particular about things and Nanami's more accommodating, so Huaisang can just ... have things his way. "All right. I'll get started on looking for places right away, and we can start touring a few of them in the afternoons when you get off work."

It's not that Nanami doesn't have kinks of his own but honestly, he doesn't know what he likes beyond just a vague Huaisang shaped desire in his chest. He likes to be dominant, yes. He likes to fuck, yes. He likes to see Huaisang in skimpy lingerie and make him cry from overstimulation and eat him out and all sorts of things. But most of that is, again, Huaisang-focused. So, he doesn't know what he cares for objectively beyond just knowing he likes Huaisang.

So, it's easier to just react. If Huaisang wants to do a thing, he'll consider it and let him know if he likes it or not. He lets Huaisang make those decisions while he just chases after the pleasure it gives him. It means they are really compatible, with Huaisang's particulars and Nanami's lack of.

"Okay," he says, agreeing pretty easily to that. Huaisang will pick their house, Nanami will buy it, then they'll move in and it'll be... great. Really great. God, he's going to have to start thinking of when to marry Huaisang. He wonders what sort of wedding he wants. A spring one, maybe? He'd look beautiful in flowers.

Either way, it's about this time that they approach Nanami's apartment building and Nanami turns into the underground garage, driving to his parking spot to park. When he parks and gets out of the car, he'll go around to Huaisang's side with the assumption he still needs to carry Huaisang. He'll help him out of the car first before scooping him up, heading towards the elevators that'll lead them towards Nanami's apartment.

Huaisang winces as Nanami helps him up, a tiny whimper escaping from him, but he melts readily as Nanami lifts him up again. Nestling his head happily on his boyfriend's shoulder, Huaisang savors the feeling of being carried like this. It feels like such a win to have a boyfriend who can lift him so easily, and Huaisang is so immensely proud to have him, wanting to show him off everywhere. For now, it's unprofessional to display their relationship at the office, but soon enough everyone will know he belongs to Nanami.

"What do you want to do to me first?" Huaisang asks, murmuring the words softly against Nanami's neck. "You gonna eat me out to soothe my poor, abused muscles? Or are you aching for it so bad that you're just gonna pin me up against the nearest wall as soon as we're inside, tug that plug out of me and slide right back in where you belong, fuck me again while I squirm and beg?"

He leans over to press buttons for the elevator, then to unlock the door, but he keeps up his teasing murmurs along the way, nuzzling and nipping at Nanami's ear as he talks.

The teasing is killing him, just a little. They're lucky enough not to run into anyone on the elevator and it means Huaisang has free range to whisper all types of filth to Nanami that makes his flagging erection go stiff once more. He wants Huaisang, wants to fuck him, wants to take him, wants to do everything with him. He breathes out heavily through his nose then and just watches the numbers tick up and up as they ride the elevator.

Then they're walking through the hallway, at Nanami's apartment door and he lets Huaisang unlock and open the door for them, carrying him across the threshold and closing the door behind them. He'll let Huaisang lock it as well before he continues to carry him, this time straight in the direction of the bedroom.

"I'll eat you out," he starts, letting the pause settle for a moment before adding, "After." So, yes, he is absolutely going to fuck Huaisang right now before eating him out, desperately needing to be inside of him again after all that teasing and the emotional upheaval that was deciding to move in together. He needs the connection, the closeness.

He'll settle Huaisang onto the bed after that, gently, before standing at the side of the bed and lifting his hand to undo his tie. Slowly, he begins to start undressing himself.

Huaisang responds with a little fluttery whimper to the promise of Nanami eating him out, always eager for that and always especially surprised and grateful for Nanami wanting to give it to him. But the addition of one more word surprises a breathy laugh out of him, and he grins wide, shivering with delight and anticipation at how Nanami craves him like this. It feels unbelievable to be wanted like this. He keeps expecting Nanami to get tired of him, to realize that he wants someone more masculine, or someone of the cool kind of androgynous, all whip-thin and wearing little tailored vests. (Huaisang is immensely jealous and thinks that such people look incredibly cool, but when he tried on a tailored vest it only made him look comedically squat and didn't bring him even a little bit of joy.)

But here they are, and Nanami's so desperately hungry for him, as though the twenty-minute drive was an agonizing ordeal. Twenty years in the (ass) desert. Grinning as Nanami starts to undress, Huaisang licks his lips, shamelessly admiring the view.

Slipping his hands under the hem of his little sweater dress, Huaisang hooks his panties down and shimmies them over his hips, leaving on his dress as he works the panties down to his calves and then pulls one leg free so that they're left dangling from his ankle, offered out shamelessly in Nanami's direction.

It really is only Huaisang who gets to see him like this, who gets to know just how desperately hungry he gets for him. Even now, stripped down to just his slacks, he reaches out to capture Huaisang's ankle in his grip. Then he peels off the underwear with his free hand and — and holds the underwear to his nose and mouth, breathing in Huaisang's musk as he stares right at him. He sucks on the fabric for a little bit, mouthing at the taste of Huaisang's dripping hole and leaking cock.

When he's satisfied with that, he drops the panties to the floor and lets go of Huaisang's ankle so he can strip down the rest of the way, no hesitation in him. It leaves him nude a moment later and then he's crawling onto the bed, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs as he crawls over Huaisang's body.

"Mm, you're teasing me," he says, amusement coloring his voice. When he gets all the way over Huaisang, he leans down to press a kiss to his jaw, then lower to his throat. A nip follows, teeth scraping against Huaisang's throat.

Huaisang gasps with scandalized delight as Nanami so shamelessly breathes in his panties like that. His cheeks flame with embarrassment, awed but also flustered by how much Nanami hungers for him. Squeaking as Nanami escalates to sucking on the fabric, Huaisang lifts a hand to his face, fingers splayed as he half hides behind his hand. It’s not much of an effort, only just the tips of his fingers over his nose and mouth, and he doesn’t look away from Nanami, even as his shoulders lift and he tries to disappear into the mattress. He finds it so hot, but he also can’t endure that kind of focused lust without squirming.

It’s a relief when Nanami crawls over him, so Huaisang can dote on him in return, reaching for his boyfriend at once to hide his face against Nanami’s shoulder. “Yeah?” Huaisang responds, voice breathy with gasps and giggles as Nanami nibbles at him. He nuzzles at Nanami, embarrassment rerouting into a need to flurry affection on him. “I like teasing you. What are you gonna do about it?”

As Huaisang hides his face against Nanami's shoulder, Nanami just takes the time to kiss what parts of Huaisang he can reach. He's naked, stripped down, completely nude. Huaisang is still in his sweater dress but there's no underwear to stop Nanami either. So, his hands move to slide over his thighs, to push the dress up to his waist. In Huaisang's ear, he murmurs, "Fuck you, of course."

And that's when one of his hands reaches down between Huaisang's legs to pull the plug out of his hole. He tosses it to the side, careless about where it lands now, and drags Huaisang closer by the legs, pushing them to be spread wide. Then he settles between Huaisang's legs and angles himself so he can thrust forward and get the tip of his cock inside of Huaisang's hole. Once inside of him, he groans before snapping his hips forward and burying himself completely inside Huaisang.

Huaisang yelps as Nanami pulls the plug out of him. Arching up off the bed at the intense jolt of sensation and loss as his hole clenches around nothing, Huaisang doesn't even have time to process what just happened before Nanami's hauling him forward, making him squeal, legs flailing a little.

Breath coming in quick little gasps, Huaisang reaches for Nanami instinctively, seeking him for comfort and stability. Nanami is his rock, his refuge, even when it's Nanami tormenting him with pleasure and making him struggle against it.

Another little sound spills from him as Nanami's cock nudges inside of him again, giving him something to clench around. Overwhelmed and relieved, Huaisang lets out a little string of gasping whimpers which is promptly amplified into a scream as Nanami slams forward, filling him all at once up to the hilt. His hands tighten over Nanami's shoulders, nails digging in as Huaisang tries to get a secure grip on him.

Distantly, Nanami is aware of the fact that Huaisang is a little sore and run ragged from their earlier round in the office. That he should be more gentle when it comes to fucking into him. This is something that he knows, logically. In reality, he doesn't care when Huaisang's hole is so tight and delicious around him, feels so good with the way he clenches around his cock. Nanami breathes out harshly, eyes falling closed as he starts to pound into Huaisang over and over.

He doesn't even wait for him to adjust or to get ready for it. Instead, he's fucking him, hard and fast. Just completely ruining him. One of his hands reaches out to brace itself on the headboard, the other on the mattress while he just fucks him, mercilessly. His cock aches, so hard already with the teasing and the anticipation, and all he can manage is this.

Fuck, it feels good. So good. He can't even bear it.

Huaisang expects a little more gentleness, to get started, but he isn't ever entirely surprised to get immediate and merciless intensity from Nanami. It's a thrill (most of the time) to be used so roughly, especially since he feels entirely confident that Nanami won't ever actually hurt him. A little bit of bruising and some (near constant) soreness just leaves him with perpetual reminders that he's desired, that he belongs to someone, that he's got more good sex waiting for him the next time that Nanami sees him.

In this case, he figures he probably deserves it after all the teasing he'd done since their last round in the office. He'd made Nanami carry him, flirted with another man, let his hands and lips stray over Nanami, and filled his head with several more suggestions for kinks. It's only fair that Nanami's a little bit worked up. He clings to Nanami, partly to keep himself close so that Nanami's thrusts will have to stay deep and he won't be able to get the full range of motion each time he slams into Huaisang, but mostly because he likes clinging to Nanami, especially when he's overwhelmed.

Each thrust earns a little cry, hands scrabbling over Nanami's shoulders each time he loses his grip, nails leaving pink crosshatch patterns across Nanami's skin.

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