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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.

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."

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.

"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.

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."

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.

"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.

"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."

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.

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."

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."

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?"

“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.

Ah. He kisses Huaisang's neck again. A fantasy, then - they both know Huaisang would not choose this, though it seems only Lan Xichen knows that he would not have gotten to choose anything.

"People in our positions do not get to choose their marriages. It does not make this any less our reality."

His hand dips lower, resting over Huaisang's abdomen.

"If you would never choose this, and only choosing it would make it real, then what does it matter if we make you give in or not?"

"You keep pretending as if this is a normal arranged marriage but it's not," Huaisang bites out, working his jaw. Normally there would be some choice, some opportunity to object not to be taken prisoner and forced to marry. He inhales sharply as the other's hand moves to his stomach and he can't help but think about what the plan is and how afraid he actually is of it, of a child being brought into this.

"You want me to really want you."

"It is for me."

He doesn't understand the difference. This is how all Lan marriages have been, and the arranged marriages that he's heard of in other clans - the Nie clan included - sound similar enough that he can't figure out why it seems to matter. A alliance between two clans to make them stronger, or an agreement after one clan has lost to another for the good of both clans, it's all the same to him.

"I do." He's uncertain, now - not that he wants Huaisang to really want him, of course, he wants that very badly - but he assumed Huaisang believed he was lying about that. "I want to make you happy. But you have declared it to be an impossibility."

Maybe Huaisang doesn't actually believe it but it's one of the many lies and manipulations that Lan Xichen puts out there. He'll hold him accountable to the things that he says even if he doesn't believe them. He lets out a shaky breath the way the vibrations keep him constantly stimulating maddening and making it hard to concentrate on anything at all. His body is just so close to the edge once more and he's trying to ignore it to push away the pleasure that's being forced on him.

"Then live with it as I have to live with this."

He hums softly, taking enjoyment in the signs that Huaisang is feeling pleasure, even if it's only that shaky breath. He's almost done with the braids now, but he doesn't finish just yet. He just runs his fingers through the rest of Huaisang's hair, touch gentle and tender, as he presses little kisses along the other's neck.

They are at impasse again - Huaisang insisting that he will never be happy and there's nothing he can do about it, when Lan Xichen knows very well that there are many things that could be done about it. It's only, well. There's a part of him that likes Huaisang's stubbornness.

"You don't have to live with it, my Huaisang. You can be happy, if only you'd give in." His hand on Huaisang's abdomen rubs absent circles, moving lower with each one, until his fingertips are just barely brushing his little cock.

Huaisang lifts his shoulders when the other's lips press to his neck, wishing he would finish instead of being distracted. If he wasn't bound he would have shoved the other away or gotten up to get away from the hand that's on his stomach because as he touched him there he could only think of being bred of his stomach swelling with this man's child and he doesn't want that becuase he's not sure how to love a child that's created against his will.

"I do not want to give in," Huaisang retorts and then bites down on his lip as the fingertips graze his cock and he arches upward against his control and if he wasn't biting down hard on his lip a moan would have made it's way out as well.

Ah, his bride is so lovely, when he both wants to wriggle away from and arch into his touch. How frustrating it must be for him, to have such warring desires within him - to insist on continuing fight this. Perhaps it could be said that he would be granting Huaisang a mercy, if he began to use Lan techniques to lower his defenses - if he made it easier for him to lower his guard to let Lan Xichen in.

"You will want to, after tonight," he murmurs.

His fingers spread, palm wide and warm - his hand is large enough that he can rest part of it on his lower abdomen at the same time as he's able to stroke his little cock with the tips of his fingers.

"Once I have fully claimed you."

Huaisang shakes his head. He refuses to believe it. He's being stubborn and unreasonable even, maybe, he's not sure anymore and it's so hard to think... He squirms as much as he can, but the teasing of his little cock and the vibrations still going not giving him a moment of respite push him over the edge.

He bites down on his lip as he comes again, trying to push the feeling of humiliation down as his body is forced to betray him once more.

"You're so beautiful, my love," he murmurs against Huaisang's neck, utterly delighted at the way he squirms before he's pushed over the edge once more. "You always get so wet for me, don't you? Your cute little clit can't help but crave my touch."

Soon all of Huaisang will crave his touch - and there's no better time to start than now, is there? Huaisang's already had such a long day that he must be exhausted, and with his body feeling so much pleasure, surely his mind must be feeling a little hazy.

His humming shifts a little, into something that's closer to a tune than absent soothing noises. It isn't a song made to twist into the mind and take root, nor to pry it open - no, nothing so rough, not for his A-Sang. It's only meant to soften, to make things feel a little less sharp, a little more content.

"I love how small you are, A-Sang. Such a perfect, tiny little cock - how afraid you must have been to show it to anyone."

Huaisang shakes his head, eyes closed as the other murmurs against his neck. He hates that it's true, that his body does react, does crave no matter how much he doesn't want it to but he'd never admit it. He couldn't. As the other starts to hum he knows what Xichen is doing but he can't fight it. Hi s mind is far too hazy, traumatized and exhausted from the earlier assault, from Mingjue's betrayal and the two forced orgasms already.

He shakes his head again but less, a quiet whimper slipping from his lips. "I wasn't afraid." He's never been that humiliated about it, not until Xichen emasculated him in a way he'd never experienced.

"No?"

He keeps humming as he slides his hands back up into Huaisang's hair, running soothingly through it before he continues braiding - all without stopping the gentle vibration from the plug or nipple rings.

"I heard stories, you know, among the Nie. About how you gave such pleasure to your lovers, almost always without ever revealing yourself." He hums again, voice dipping lower. "I know, A-Sang. I know you have had to hide your little manhood, that you have never been really appreciated for your cleverness, your creativity."

His hands sweep through his hair as his humming continues. "You don't have to hide with me. You want someone to take care of you, don't you?"

Huaisang lifts his shoulders again, wanting the other to stop touching his hair, it's far too intimate of an act and with the continued stimulation he's oversensitive and being touched at all is just too much.

"Do you believe everything you hear?" Huaisang says derisively. It's not that it's a complete lie but he's not afraid or ashamed, at least that's what he told himself. He'd just never needed to reveal himself to get what he wanted or give his partners what they wanted from him.

"I can take care of myself."

That too is a lie and they both would know it. Who knows what would have happened if Mingjue hadn't found him.

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