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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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.

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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?”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.