marlowemuses | 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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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.

Caught in a fever that's so pure and true

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