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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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.

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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.

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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.