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[eternalgrief]

Huaisang looks away from him and it's hard to believe that he really has a choice. The other had marked his body today and others had assaulted him and now ... He feels like crying but he can't allow himself that luxury.

"Restrain me."

He finally says because at least what he feels will be a reality.

[equivocations]

"If that's what you wish."

He doesn't waste time before moving in close, pulling Huaisang's hands behind his back. Lan Xichen briefly considered using regular restraints, but - no, he wants this to be special, and instead he traces a talisman over Huaisang's arms. The silk rope that winds itself around his wrists, his elbows, his upper biceps is impossibly soft - and yet equally as strong as it pulls his arms together behind his back. It causes his chest to arch out a little as a result, as though his nipple rings were on display, and he gives a hum of satisfaction.

"Now, do you want your pretty clit free?" He rolls the little cock cage between thumb and forefinger. "Or is being bred the only pleasure you need tonight?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang inhales deeply as his hands are pulled back, feeling what the other is doing and then the rope that is moving around his arms. There's practically no give to it and the way he's bound leaves him in a position that is basically presenting himself to anyone that sees him. He hates it but there's a relief in feeling like there's little he could do to fight that the reality of his situation is reflected in the restraints.

The other continues the humiliation, referring to his cock as a clit once more, he arches away from his touch as best as he could. He instinctively wants to say no. But his body is aching from the length of time it's been locked away and how much the other has pushed him since it had been put on.

"Yes," he mumbles, reluctant but the idea of being free of that cage some relief from the torture of it is too tempting.

[equivocations]

There's a small twinge of hurt, every time Huaisang draws away from his touch, and he considers - he knows they have other methods. He knows he could hum Huaisang to sleep every night, could twist his way into his mind and lower his defenses, soften him up to help him believe what Lan Xichen says, to help him accept the truth. He knows he could draw another talisman onto him tonight, aside from the tracking and contraceptive ones that are tradition, one that would slowly make him addicted to Lan Xichen's touch, make him feel nothing but pleasure from it, make him crave it when he is not there -

But he hasn't decided on those, not yet. For now, he smiles gently when Huaisang says he wants it free.

"That's my good wife," he murmurs approvingly.

He traces a talisman on the little cage, to undo the way he'd broken the lock, and gently removes it - only to coo over the reveal of his little cock.

"Look how cute you are. I wish you were better behaved, so I could give your lovely little clit as much pleasure as it deserves." He rubs his thumb gently over it, teasingly light. "It seems unfair, doesn't it, when this sweet little part of you is so honest. Look how well it responds."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bristles at the words, his jaw tensing but he tries not to react further than that. But as the cage is removed there's a whimper that escapes him. It's relief but there's also a strange overwhelming sort of feeling that comes with being freed from it. He presses his legs together though that really does little to hide his cock or to draw away ffrom the other's fingers teasing it. There's another choked sound as the little cock hardens almost immediately.

He bows his head in shame, cheeks red and keeps his eyes shut as he tries to stay quiet, tries to keep still. Before too long he's trying to take a step back to pull away from the other's hand on him.

[equivocations]

Lan Xichen drinks in the whimpers and choked noises, the little sounds of pleasure that Huaisang can't keep himself from making - any more than he can keep himself from hardening under his touch.

He doesn't follow Huaisang when he takes a step back, instead allowing his little cock to fall from his hand. He looks back up at Huaisang, humming thoughtfully.

"You don't want to come?" he asks. "Why ask for your cage to be removed if you didn't want to enjoy it?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang is a little surprised that he's allowed to pull away that Xichen doesn't keep a hold of his cock. He keeps his head bowed so he can't accidentally look the other in the eye. He knows that it doesn't make sense logically. He doesn't care though, he doesn't want to come at Xichen's hand even though he knows without the cage on it will likely be forced by the end of the night. For a brief moment he allows himself to think of coming at his brother's hand instead but he pushes it away. It hurts to think of Mingjue after his betrayal even if his body aches at just the idea of his touch even still.

"I don't like your touch," Huaisang says and even if his body responds to it it doesn't mean he wants it.

[equivocations]

"Hmmm." He steps in again, running his fingers through Huaisang's damp hair. "You've lied to me, Huaisang. I can't trust a thing you say. But I can trust this."

He cups Huaisang's little cock and balls, rolling them in his palm. "Your body is honest with me, even when your words are not. I think it's time you listened to it."

Perhaps he will start humming Huaisang to sleep. For now -

"As long as your cage is off, you're going to come." He starts rubbing his cock again. "And come. And come. And come. When you don't want to any more, you can ask for your cage back. When it's on, it will stay until you tell me you want to come again."

He backs Huaisang up, hand relentless, until they reach a padded bench and he can push him back to sit on it.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang scowls and looks up. The other should know better, should know that this is the truth that he doesn't want his touch. He wants to yell at him but instead he's biting down on his lip to keep from making a sound as the other teases his cock and balls, his hands curling into fists. Oh how his body aches, denied so long, teased to the brink so many times. His balls were especially painful, sensitive and aching to finally get release. He can't push the other's hand away as he rubs him, drawing precum to the tip of his cock quickly.

He glances behind himself as he's pushed back as if to make sure he doesn't fall even though he doubts the other would let him. There's a small sound of surprise when he's pushed back, landing a bit hard on the bench and he looks up at the other, trying to decipher exactly what his plan is.

[equivocations]

Ah, yes, there's that scowl. He wants to sigh at him, but, well. He supposes he can allow it, for now. While it's only them, while he's still in the process of fully claiming his lovely wife. Besides, no matter how he tries to protest, his little cock is already starting to drip for him.

"So wet for me," he murmurs. When Huaisang looks back up at him after landing on the bench, he only presses a kiss to his forehead, running his thumb over the tip of his cock again and again until it's slick with precum.

First, he's going to make Huaisang come for him. Then he'll finish getting him ready, and finally he'll call Mingjue back in, let him watch while Lan Xichen breeds him - let him join, if that's what he wants.

[eternalgrief]

"Shut up," Huaisang snaps but there's not enough bite to the words. It's humiliating that he can't control his body that it reacts even when he doesn't want it, he doesn't like what the other is doing to him and his body betrays him. He closes his eyes and he knows that he's going to come. His body is desperate for it and he can't control it.

His breathing is uneven and he's tense as the other works him over and drives him closer to an orgasm that won't take long at all to draw out.

[equivocations]

There's a playful little chuckle, as though they were lovers and he'd teased Huaisang just a little too much, to earn such words without much bite.

"Oh, there's no shame in it, my A-Sang. It's a natural response to your husband."

He uses two fingers to circle his little cock, now, crooked just enough that the motion would be more befitting if he actually was pleasuring a clit - and delighting in the fact that his bride is small and cute enough that the motion covers the whole of his cock.

"Look at you. Oh, you are perfect, A-Sang, how little and cute you are. How lovely you are, when you're desperate for me. Just as lovely as when you come for me."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang scowls at Xichen again but he doesn't repeat the words even if he really does want to. He doubts anything will make Xichen shut up and the words seem to give him too much satisfaction so he quietly takes the humiliation. The way he touches Huaisang, Huaisang knows is more how one would touch a woman and he feels his throat tighten even as his cock leaks more and he's so close after so long denied it doesn't take much to bring him to the edge.

"Shut up," Huaisang does finally say again but the words come out as a whimper as he tries to hold back the climax that's building, toes curling as the pleasure builds. He hates it.

[equivocations]

A wise choice - very little could stop Lan Xichen when he gets like this, crooning and murmuring praises laced with humilation, determined to make Huaisang feel pleasure no matter how much he protests it. His little cock is dripping over his fingers, now, making them slick as he continues to circle him.

He smiles at that whimper - he recognizes the signs, now, when his Huaisang is so close and trying to hold it back.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" With his free hand, he reaches out to gently tug one of his nipple rings. "Come for me, A-Sang."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang closes his eyes and he bites down on his lip harshly but that only muffles the whimpers an doesn't stop them completely. He shakes his head not wanting to admit it even if his body seems to speak loudly enough.

"Ah," he cries sharply when the other tugs at the nipple ring the other having left his nipples far too sensitive and the pleasure that it causes pushes him over the edge. He manages to bite down on his lip again to muffle the noise as he comes over the the other's hand, his hips rising instinctively.

[equivocations]

"There we go, sweetheart, there we go. Ah, you're so beautiful."

Oh, he loves seeing his bride give in, watching him submit to pleasure, no matter how reluctantly - particularly after he's been denied so long. He's already delighted with their new agreement, only removing Huaisang's cock cage when he finally asks to come, and putting it back on when he's begging not to come anymore.

When it seems like he's done coming, Lan Xichen crouches down, pressing a kiss to his tiny cock. "Such a sweet little clit," he murmurs, licking his own hand clean. "Always so slick for me, when you come."

His hands slide along Huaisang's thighs, over his knees and down his calves to his ankles. He tucks each ankle behind one leg of the bench, using the same method as he did with his arms to tie his legs to the legs of the bench.

"Let's get you ready." He collects a small box with a comb and some hair ornaments, and sits down on the bench behind him to start combing out his wet hair. As he does, he rests one hand on Huaisang's stomach, sending small bursts of spiritual energy to heal any lingering bruises or abrasions from the men who'd attacked him. When he's sure he's all healed up - he sends a different burst, causing both nipple rings and the plug still nestled within him to begin to vibrate gently.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang pants as he slowly comes down from the orgasm, twitching as the other continues to give his cock attention even if briefly it's too much. He looks away from Xichen, trying to ignore the humiliating words. And the fact that it's humiliating that his body can be forced to come by the other man no matter what Huaisang does.

There's no rebellion when the other moves to tie his legs as well, Huaisang keeping his head bowed so he wouldn't have to see Xichen. He wants to pretend none of this is happening, to retreat far into his mind but once the other is done healing him the energy changes. Huaisang whimpers a little as the vibrating start, starting to squirm and pull at his restraints.

"Stop."

[equivocations]

He has to break through first, he reminds himself when Huaisang won't look at him. That's what this is all about - breaking past his defenses, getting through his guard, and until he can let himself be loved the way Lan Xichen wants to. It'll take time.

"Shhh," he murmurs as he combs through Huaisang's hair. "Just relax, and let yourself enjoy it. Let yourself feel good."

His fingers part Huaisang's hair, carefully segmented it before he begins to braid it. He'd practiced, hundreds of times, and his touch is sure and gentle. He'd learned from Mingjue, how the wife of a high ranking Nie might wear her hair, and he recreates the braids now - though the ornaments he weaves in are entirely Lan, shimmering blue gems and elegant silver clouds.

[eternalgrief]

"No," Huaisang says stubbornly, even as the pleasure wracks his body. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut and he tries not to think about it, tries to put his mind outside of what's happening to his body and how it's betraying him. He quickly realizes what the other is doing with his hair and he feels his stomach drop. It feels like an insult in a way but he doesn't say anything, holds down vitriolic words for the time being. It's not as if he could stop the other from it.

[equivocations]

"Hmmm." He sweeps Huaisang's hair off of his neck so he can press soft kisses there, over the line of where his ribbon now sits around him like a collar.

"It will feel so good to give in, A-Sang. You know that, don't you?" His fingers run through his hair as he continues his braiding work. "When you finally allow yourself to be cherished, to be taken care of. When you become my partner, the mother of my children. You'll wonder what took you so long."

One hand leaves his hair, for a moment, to snake around and rest over his heart. His voice drops even lower. "You know we can make you, don't you? You've met Wei Wuxian."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang's eyes squeeze shut at the kisses to his neck, steeling himself so he doesn't shiver, doesn't seem to react even though the sensation it causes is a strong one.

"I won't give in," Huaisang murmurs stubbornly, his heart racing now and he tries to focus on his anger so he doesn't have to acknowledge the vibrations and the way his cock is leaking again.

"You can't..." He panics a little at the idea, terrified of losing his free will.

[equivocations]

Oh, he longs for the day when Huaisang will let him see how he effects him, when he'll show him whatever response he knows he must be hiding - when he makes him feel enough pleasure to break the admirable control he has over himself.

He nuzzles into the other's neck at his stubbornness, giving a soft, noncommittal hum. "I know you feel you must be strong. But you don't have to, not forever."

Another kiss is pressed to his neck. "We can. I haven't, I don't want to, but we can."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang swallows as the other kisses his neck again, wanting to jerk away from the other's nuzzling but he holds back. He doesn't want to make things worse. He feels panic growing and he has to focus on taking calming breaths.

"It wouldn't be real."

[equivocations]

His hand on Huaisang's heart slides along his chest, settling over his sternum instead. There is a part of Lan Xichen that agrees with him - that is why he'd tried to do it this way, to be soft and slow rather than break him right away - but on the other hand, have the Lan methods not worked for centuries? Is that not real?

He hums in consideration.

"What would make it real?"

[eternalgrief]

“If I chose it,” Huaisang answers but they both know he wouldn’t choose it. He doesn’t want this and none of it is actually real. He wants to arch away from his hand but that would only push him back against the other’s body.