Nie Huaisang 聂怀桑 (
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marlowemuses2024-12-12 12:25 pm
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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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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.