"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.
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.
He doesn't respond to that for a long moment, choosing instead to continue humming as he finishes doing Huaisang's hair. The sound echoes, just a little, filling the room as he puts a little bit more of his own spiritual energy into making everything feel softer. It lingers, even after he lets his voice fade out, as he ties off the last of the braids.
"And yet you are the one who keeps lying to us both."
His hand slides over the curve of Huaisang's hip, thumb rubbing into his hip bone.
"I'll make sure something like that never happens again. That I can find you, anywhere you go."
Huaisang doesn't say anything at all to that and his eyes close when the other's hand moves over his hip. He bites down on his bottom lip to keep from making a sound at the touch.
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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."
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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.
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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?"
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"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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"And yet you are the one who keeps lying to us both."
His hand slides over the curve of Huaisang's hip, thumb rubbing into his hip bone.
"I'll make sure something like that never happens again. That I can find you, anywhere you go."
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"You wanted that to happen."