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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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Huaisang is delicate and soft all over, the opposite of Nanami with his hard edges and firm muscle. Yet, it's so attractive to Nanami that he isn't sure he could even bear it. His scent reeks of arousal now, his cock filled out and hanging heavy between his legs as he watches each layer by layer be peeled off of Huaisang until he's finally nude on the bed and on offer for Nanami. He covers himself after and Nanami makes a displeased noise, reaching out to curl his fingers around the wrist covering his groin.

"You don't have to hide from me, promise," he says, hopefully soothingly, and then he pulls Huaisang's wrist back. When he pulls it back, he also presses inwards, setting his knee again on the bed on one side of Huaisang. He lifts his hand up to press his lips to Huaisang's wrist before pressing his nose to the soft flesh, inhaling Huaisang's perfect omega scent. Now that it's no longer sour with fear and instead heavy with arousal, it's nice. Perfect.

He's going to lift his other hand and start pushing Huaisang back onto the bed, following him as he pushes him down and crawling over his body. The wrist that he has in his hand gets pushed back as well, until Nanami has his arm pinned above his head and he's ducking his head lower to kiss Huaisang again, against the pillows.

Huaisang gives a nervous little whimper as Nanami starts to pull his wrist back, but he resists only the tiniest bit, allowing his husband to reveal his cock surrounded by a nest of dark curls and the slick folds of his cunt behind that, his wetness glistening on the soft hair that hides his rosy-brown folds. His knees close a little more as Nanami pulls his wrist away, still feeling so deeply nervous about being exposed. He's spent most of his life feeling like a disappointment--his father had been overt and explicit on that topic, while Mingjue had spoiled him while always trying and hoping to shape him into a strong alpha (or at least a beta) and sect leader, the model of a man as their father had seen it.

His breath hitches as Nanami kisses his wrist. Eyes wide and cheeks pink, Huaisang gazes up at him with yearning, wanting so much to be accepted and desired for who he is--especially by someone as perfect as Nanami--but dreading rejection.

Whimpering again as Nanami pushes him down and pins his wrist, Huaisang reaches for his husband with his free hand, curling it gently around the side of Nanami's neck. His trembling has returned a little as his insecurity has spiked, but the prospect of more kisses is utterly irresistible, and Nanami is so painfully attractive. Huaisang wants him so much that the yearning feels like a knife through his heart.

The trembling is noticed by Nanami, as well as the turn in Huaisang's scent as his insecurities blossom. It has him kissing Huaisang a little harder, as if by doing so he'll be able to shower Huaisang in the affection that he deserves. He doesn't know what else to do, he can't lie and say he's in love with Huaisang, can't pretend he thought about this before tonight, but he can be affectionate in his touch and show his earnest desire to be a good husband, a good alpha to Huaisang. That's what he intends to do.

He'll let go of Huaisang's wrist as they kiss, moving his hands to slide over the sides of his body and when he gets to Huaisang's thighs, he pushes them apart, spreading them a bit so they fall on either side of Nanami's hips. He'll lift them then to wrap around his hips, groaning softly at the feeling of Huaisang's legs around him. Breaking the kiss for a moment, he breathes out against Huaisang.

"Let me..." he starts in a mumble, before shifting Huaisang's body a bit as well as his own. He gets them prepared for missionary position, his body laying atop of Huaisang's and Huaisang's legs around his waist. Then he reaches between the both of them and grabs the base of his cock, pushing past Huaisang's small cock to his pussy, dragging the head of his cock along Huaisang's folds and biting his lip at the sensation.

"I've never..." he mumbles before trailing off, face going pink for reasons other than arousal. He looks up to Huaisang then, meeting his eyes and swallowing. "You're my first kiss, and my first time."

Huaisang's breaths come in quick little gasps as Nanami shifts them, but he doesn't resist aside from nervous little twitches, trying to close his legs again even once Nanami's tucked between them. He's so anxious about this, but he wants Nanami so much. His mind is incapable of forming full thoughts, reducing him to instinct, desire, and insecurity.

Groaning at the heat of Nanami's cock between his legs, nestled so intimately against him but not yet giving him what he needs, Huaisang rocks his hips up into the contact, whimpering with yearning. When their eyes meet, his lashes flutter in surprise, words failing to process. Nanami's so handsome and so powerful, and Huaisang assumed that he'd probably at least been to a brothel, or taken advantage of eager omegas throwing themselves at him in every town he passed. Nanami's words are so implausible that they don't make sense at first.

Hormones and emotions already have Huaisang choked up enough that forming words is incredibly difficult, and he doesn't know how he can possibly respond to that. It's his first time, too, if not his first kiss. But what matters right now is how much he needs Nanami. "Please," he begs, rocking his hips up again and gasping as the head of Nanami's cock slips into his cunt, sending a shiver of surprised pleasure through his whole body. "Need you. Claim me. Please."

It's when the head of his cock slips into Huaisang's cunt that he shudders, almost violently, at the sensation of being enveloped in his warmth. It makes him ache so badly, wanting more and so he doesn't delay anymore — not when his omega is begging him so sweetly for more, needing him to claim him, to take him, when he so desperately needs it. So, Nanami does what comes instinctively to him, he leans down and kisses Huaisang before snapping his hips forward and burying himself in Huaisang's cunt in one quick movement.

It's probably a little too quick a movement though. Huaisang is so tight around him, so terribly warm and wet and Nanami has to break off the kiss quickly to take a gasping breath. His hips rock into him, rolling slightly against him and he can't seem to stop moving as he keeps pressing into Huaisang, grinding into him deeply. Oh, this? This is what an omega feels like? This is what people have fought over, bartered for, done terrible, terrible things to take? He understands now, he understands.

"Huaisang..." he groans out quietly, eyes falling closed and he pulls back his hips so he can snap them forward again. Then he does it again, and again, beginning to fuck Huaisang in earnest as he growls softly in his throat and claims his omega.

The gentle kiss is so sweet that it takes him entirely by surprise when Nanami snaps his hips forward like that. Huaisang cries out, bucking up beneath him, stunned for a moment by the sharp sting of pain and the intensity of the sensation. Struggling beneath him as Nanami grinds deeply, stretching open his muscles and filling him deeper than he knew was possible, Huaisang whimpers, trembling with need for more and need for a reprieve.

He's fucked himself with toys before, and has a beautiful collection of carven stone phalli, catering to his own needs while dreaming of a mate. More often than not, he's imagined just this, with Nanami above him and murmuring his name, fucking deep and hard. Nanami's so hot, the heat of him like a brand inside Huaisang's body, simultaneously soothing and searing.

It feels so right, like he's finally complete. The aching he's felt most of his life--and acutely so for the past month--ignites into an inferno. Instead of feeling sated by getting what he needs, Huaisang's craving grows all the more intense, heart and body aching for his mate.

"Nanami," he whimpers, nails digging into Nanami's shoulders as he tries to hold on, tries to cling to him so that he won't be swept away by the onslaught.

It's hard to stop once he starts, hard to slow down as he fucks Huaisang hard and fast and deep. His cunt takes him in, swallows down every inch of his cock and Nanami can't help but groan helplessly. He can feel the way Huaisang's nails dig into his shoulders, hears the whimper of his name as Huaisang is lost to the sensation of Nanami's cock.

He kisses Huaisang again, deep and tender as he grinds himself into his cunt and swallows down his moans. He knows he's going to knot Huaisang, can already feel the urge in his gut and knows there's no getting around it. He growls softly in his throat, feeling more animal than human with how good it feels to devour Huaisang like this.

But there is one correction he has to give, breaking the kiss and breathing hard against Huaisang's lips. "Kento," he corrects. "Call me Kento." No one calls him Kento. He has no one close enough in his life to call him Kento. But if he's going to call Huaisang by his first name, he wants the same affection in return. He wants them to be equal partners here and he wants Huaisang to know that he's here for him for the rest of their life.

"Kento," Huaisang echoes back at once, repeating it reverently as he lays claim to the name. His husband's name. His mate. "Kento, Kento. Kento-gege."

Huaisang moans into each kiss, feeling like his whole body is flooded with heat and radiating waves of pleasure. His cunt clenches around Kento's cock, greedy for him, possessive of every inch. Even if he hadn't just learned that Kento had never had anyone else like this, Huaisang would be determined that he'd never have anyone else again. Huaisang wouldn't allow it, wouldn't tolerate anyone else in his husband's arms. This was his alone. Kento was his, and Huaisang felt dizzy with affection and longing, the depths of his infatuation yawning suddenly into a void so deep that it felt endless.

"My husband," Huaisang whispers, the next time Kento allows him a breath between kisses. He can feel pleasure surging and rising through his body, rippling in waves through his pelvic muscles, tightening twitches around Kento's cock even as his body grows more relaxed and inviting, as it becomes easier to take every inch of him. It's all too much, and Huaisang bucks suddenly as an orgasm slams into him, as sudden and violent as if he's run into a stone wall. His spine arches into a sharp curve, as far as he can bend, and holds there, quivering, as his a black depth of ecstasy consumes him for a few seconds, moans choked as he spasms.

As Huaisang comes, there's a low, deep growl from Nanami as the scent of his husband's arousal floods him. He buries his face in against his throat as Huaisang arches up, inhaling the scent from the source of his scent gland in his throat. He opens his mouth, biting onto it lightly, just to hold it in his mouth but not breaking skin just yet. He shouldn't leave his alpha bite on Huaisang before the two discuss it, not when they're mating like this, but the urge to clutch his throat in his jaw is abundant.

At the same time, he continues fucking into Huaisang. His hips thrust in and out, even as Huaisang comes, feeling his stomach and groin splashed with his orgasm as it spurts from both his pussy and his cock. Nanami does not mind this, just continues to fuck into Huaisang with eager thrusts, deep and filling. The low growl in his throat continues, possessive and wanting and he nuzzles in against his throat as well, even as his teeth stay clenched on Huaisang's scent gland.

The alpha in him is at the forefront, dictating his actions and what he does. He doesn't push it back, doesn't cram it down. Instead, he just gives into his instincts that tell him to take and so he takes. He takes and he takes and he takes.

As he starts to come down from his orgasm, Nanami's relentless pace is too much, too intense, and Huaisang struggles beneath him, trying to ease the pounding against his sensitive places. The growl makes him shiver nervously, the instinct of prey faced with a predator. Their species has always been both, hunting and hunted for food and survival.

It frightens him how much his instincts take him over, wiping out his other thoughts and desires. He wants Nanami to bite down, to claim him, to breed him. Nothing matters other than being a vessel for his mate. The desire fills him with heat and lust, even while a distant, tiny part of Huaisang thrashes against it, unwilling to be just a docile incubator for Nanami's offspring. As desperately as he wants to be claimed, he also wants to still be himself.

Soon enough, the overwhelmed feeling starts to build into need again. He feels so complete with Nanami inside him like this, satisfying a deep, lifelong craving. He can't live without this again. He needs Nanami again and again, needs this every night.

"My alpha," Huaisang whispers, clinging to him as Nanami batters against his inner walls. "My mate. My Kento."

The words he hears from Huaisang are soothing and wonderful. He's his alpha, his mate. This is his omega. The answering response is a growl, pleased and happy with the situation. His cock, thick and massive as it is, continues to pound away inside of Huaisang. His thrusts are a little sloppy, not practiced, but the thickness of his cock more than makes up for it with how he fills every single crevice inside of Huaisang.

He's never felt this satisfied before, never felt like he fits anywhere the way he fits right here in bed with Huaisang. He groans softly and leans in to kiss Huaisang again, tongue slipping into his mouth and licking into him. His hands move, curled into the sheets on either side of Huaisang's head as his hips keep moving inside of the omega.

When he pulls away from the kiss, his voice is a gasping thing as he breathes out. "Mine," in a deep growl, dipping down to lick at Huaisang's throat again, to chew lightly on his skin. Huaisang is his omega, his mate, and he has no desire to stop taking him anytime soon.

As Nanami's tongue slides into his mouth again, Huaisang moans like he's starving for it. His fingers sneak up into Nanami's hair, tangling through the strands and then plucking free the pin from his guan so that his hair spills down around them both, a soft golden curtain. He tosses the pin carelessly to the side, wanting to ensure only that it makes it off the bed and doesn't jab one of them in the ass when they roll over in the middle of the night.

A thrill spirals through him at Nanami's claim, heart and pussy both giving a clench of gratitude and desire. "Only yours," Huaisang vows breathlessly, tipping his head up as Nanami gnaws at his throat. Shudders ripple through him at each bite, and he tightens his thighs around Nanami's hips, possessive, as his hips lift into each thrust. He wants to be filled with him utterly, to envelop every part of his beloved. "Only ever yours. Need you so much."

It's overwhelming, it's intense, it's everything Nanami had ever craved in his lonely existence. He always knew he was an alpha and one day he would be given the opportunity to mate. He would only hope that any marriage he would have would be beneficial to both him and whatever family he married into. He knew he didn't have prospects, that no one would pay a dowry for him or make him pay one in return because of how little he owned. He was an orphan who wanted nothing more than stability and security. Being married to an omega who could give him that was beyond his wildest dreams.

And yet here he is, marrying the second young master of the Nie Sect. Him, a disciple with nothing but his reputation to his name. It really does put things into perspective. And now here he is, with an omega of his very own. Huaisang is a beautiful, perfect omega and his heart is already bursting with a fiery need for the other man as they make love here together. Only yours, Huaisang breathes out against him and Nanami lets out something of a broken whimper, a part of him cracking open at that and finding such warmth at the assurance he will never be alone again.

He wants to come. He wants to make Huaisang come again. He wants... to not stop either. He wants to fuck all the way through the night until the next morning. He's never had sex before but now, buried inside of Huaisang like he is, he can't bear to part. He whimpers again as he smashes his lips against Huaisang's and kisses him with a near feral need. One of his hands moves to curl against the back of Huaisang's throat while the other curls around his middle, holding him tight to Nanami's chest.

As the kiss breaks, against his mouth Nanami continues to pant. "Mine... mine... mine..." over and over, aching with a deep need and an emotional vulnerability that's left him feeling raw and selfish. He never thought he'd be here, he never thought he'd have anything this wonderful in his entire life. And now here he is, and here he has it.

Huaisang feels like he's floating. His heart flutters with bliss, aching with love for his husband. He feels so safe, so desired, and he never imagined that sex could be this good. All his fantasies, all his years of loneliness, and now he has all his dreams coming true.

"Kento, my Kento," he whispers the words, the softest of purrs in the reverence of how he says his husband's name. His arms curl gently around Nanami, fingertips trembling against his scalp as Kento's golden hair spills down around them both.

This time, his orgasm rolls through him in deep, lingering waves, making him tremble and arch against Kento's hold as his cunt squeezes possessively around Kento's thick, heated length. Wrecked little gasps spill from his lips, whimpers and little cries stuttering between his breaths.

There's such satisfaction in him in getting Huaisang to come, getting him to reach his peak and feel the flutter of his pussy around Nanami's cock as he fucks him through it. It feels so good, makes Nanami understand all those other alphas and how dumb and drunk they get on getting to bed an omega, how they'll do anything in order to impress an omega enough to bed them and do it again and again, over and over. This is intoxicating in of itself and Nanami can't imagine what it'll be like when Huaisang is in heat.

Oh, what an alluring thought that is.

Nanami shudders and he'll lean in to press his lips to Huaisang's scent gland, dragging his fangs across his throat and teasing him with the prospect of a bite. He knows he'll have to bite Huaisang later, to make this even more official, but he shouldn't do it while they're having sex. That would be irresponsible, and he knows better. Still, the temptation of it has his body reeling.

He doesn't stop fucking Huaisang, even after his orgasm hits him. Just continues to drive himself in him, over and over. He wants to knot him, he thinks. Wants to fill him with his come and knot his pussy and make it so they're unable to pull away from each other. The thought makes Nanami groan helplessly. God, being with his perfect omega wife is just... it's so good and any doubts or insecurities Nanami might have had about this marriage fade away as their bodies continue to move together.

Huaisang writhes beneath him, driven out of his mind by pleasure as Kento keeps fucking into him even after he comes. His body is oversensitive, nerves all ringing with pleasure until he feels like he’s drowning in it.

Gasps and whimpers and fragments of Kento’s name all blur together as they spill from his lips. He whines at the feeling of Kento’s teeth at his throat and tips his chin up to invite it, to offer himself. He feels wanted, claimed, and the feeling of rightness is something he’s never known before. This is where he belongs, this is what he’s made for. He’s Kento’s entirely, and he can’t believe that he’s so lucky as to have him like this.

It doesn't take long for Nanami to reach his own orgasm as a result. The scent of Huaisang is intoxicating, all too alluring. He's his mate, his fated mate, and he smells so good around Nanami as Nanami continues to fuck him. There's only the sounds of their soft panting and moans between them, the creak of the bed, the squish of his cock slipping into Huaisang's pussy. All of it together gets him to the edge far too quick for his liking.

But no, he needs to come, needs to knot Huaisang, needs to feel him utterly and completely. So, eventually, his hips do stutter and he lets out a whimpering noise as he begins to come, begins to fill Huaisang up with so much of his semen, hitting his womb with every pump of it and imagining what it'd be like to fill him with pups. And then his knot, swelling at the base of his cock as he thrusts into Huaisang once, twice, a third time and he slips inside of him fully. The knot grows larger then, come still spilling inside of Huaisang and Nanami whimpers again, burying his face against Huaisang's throat and feeling the other man wrapped around him so tightly.

Oh... oh heavens, this is incredible.

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