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[equivocations]

His smile brightens when Huaisang accepts his offer - he does feel a touch of guilt, that the other has no idea what sharing spiritual energy could mean, for a Lan, but not too much. The other will enjoy it, after all, no matter how far he chooses to go with him.

Still, he'd noticed that Huaisang had tensed when he moved closer, so he stays where he is, holding out his hands for the other to take rather than grabbing for him. He'll start small, ease him into it.

"Is it too forward to tell you that I think you're lovely?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang does reach to take the other's hand and his other hand holds the blanket together to keep him covered otherwise as he looks at Xichen. There's probably no chance of the flushing ceasing anytime soon he decides so he'll just have to accept it.

"I like compliments."

[equivocations]

He holds Huaisang's hand with both of his, closing his eyes for a moment as he accesses his golden core so he can share some of his spiritual energy. It's barely a trickle, like this - it's hard to do, in this form - but it should be enough to warm him, at least.

Enough to give him a taste of it, before he gives Huaisang the real thing.

"You're lovely." He runs his thumb over Huaisang's hand. "Would you think me too bold if I asked if I could hold you?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang swallows as the warmth from the other's energy spreads through him. He's always found such things rather intimate and he usually avoids it when someone brings it up if not only because his own spiritual energy is quite weak. But he's appreciative of the added warmth.

His eyes widen at the question, he's still pleased with being complimented. A part of him is saying to be cautious but he's warmed by the other's energy and it draws him in and makes it easy to nod his consent.

"I'd... like that," he answers honestly.

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Lan Xichen isn't necessarily trying to feel out Huaisang's own level of spiritual energy, but he can't help but get a little bit of a sense of it as his own mixes in. It makes him worry, a little - such a lovely creature out all on his own like this, without the means to really protect himself?

He tugs gently on Huaisang's hand when he says he'd like that, pulling him into his lap. One arm wraps around Huaisang's shoulders, holding him close, and he lifts his hand to gently brush some of the other's hair out of his face. Having him so close like this - he loses his restraint, just a little, enough that one of his tentacles has slid around Huaisang's waist before he'd quite intended.

"My name is Lan Xichen," he murmurs. "Have you heard of us?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang lets out a small yelp when he finds himself on the other's lap, somehow surprised by it but not upset in the least. He lets out a breath as he settles there, the other holding him close and he's warm and... it feels nice and safe somehow. He doesn't think he should feel all that at ease...

Then the startling feeling of something moving on his waist when he can account for both the other's hands but he just swallows and finds himself not looking down yet.

Words spoken in a low murmur are sensual to him somehow and he almost doesn't pay attention to what Xichen is actually saying but... Lan Xichen echoes in his mind. He quickly recalls the legends, ones that he had dismissed even as a young boy and he was given to flights of fancy and more unbelievable things but the Lans? No, he'd never believed.

"I..." he trails off. He was about to tell Xichen that he didn't think they were real but he's realizing that... he might have been very wrong about that.

[equivocations]

He smiles when Huaisang settles in, when he doesn't push away despite realizing that Lan Xichen appears to have at least one too many limbs. Oh, he knew he'd chosen well - he can't wait, now, can't wait to see him writhing in pleasure as he fills him up.

"Yes," he whispers. "We're very real."

More tentacles spill out now, in his eagerness - one slides around each of his ankles, gripping tight, another pushes the blanket off of his shoulders, two more twist up Huaisang's arms.

"Don't be afraid." He leans in to kiss him, just a soft brush of his lips against the other's. "I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite."

How long has it been, since Lan Xichen mated with one of them? Long enough that he can't remember - long enough that he aches for it, now that he's started thinking about it, now that he has someone who's captivated him.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang shivers at the whispered words, words that are followed by the strange feeling of the tentacles that grip his ankles and others exposing him by pushing the blanket away. He instinctively wants to cover himself up but the ones that move around his arm keep him from moving too suddenly. His heart began racing and he can't help but feel some fear rising. Perhaps he expected something when pulled into the man's lap but this...

"I..." Huaisang starts again but he still doesn't finish any sentences stopped short by the kiss, the soft feel of the other's lips, the assurance that he won't hurt him. He squirms in his lap all the same testing if his limbs are free or if they're being controlled by the tentacles that had wrapped around them. He's not necessarily trying to get away, though.

[equivocations]

Oh, he does love the way he shivers - when it's like this, and not out of the cold. The fear is less appealing, of course, but Lan Xichen can easily sooth that away.

His tentacles move with Huaisang's limbs when he tests them, enjoying the way he feels squirming in his lap - he's not letting go, but he's not going to completely immobilize him. Not yet.

One more tentacle snakes up Huaisang's body, pressing insistently against his lips until it can push inside his mouth. This one is different from the others holding him - it's a little thicker, and a lot slicker. A thick, honeyed substance drips steadily down his throat.

"It'll keep your energy up, make you feel even better."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang relaxes minutely when he realizes he can still move but he also realizes that the other won't let go of him either. He doesn't have time to process it. He doesn't have time to fully process that the stories are true or what that could mean. He wiggles a little less as the tentacle presses against his lips urging him to part them. He almost refuses but there's something too tempting about it. He finally gives and parts his lips.

A quiet noise escapes him as it presses inside of his mouth, the tentacle far different than any cock he's had in his mouth, it's similar but very far from the same. He swallows as the substance that's not what he'd expect drips and decides to believe Xichen, although he wonders if there's more to it than that. He can't talk currently.

[equivocations]

He'd be right about there being something more to it. Really, it's a polite way of saying that it's an aphrodisiac, designed to heighten his mate's sensitivity and increase his pleasure - and designed to boost his stamina, so he won't get exhausted too quickly, to make him ready to receive Lan Xichen's eggs and his seed.

Another tentacle probes gently at his entrance. This one is slick as well, though the end is much more tapered. It allows it to slip easily inside the other's hole, wriggling a little as it tests how tight he is - how much Lan Xichen will have to stretch him open before he pushes one of his larger tentacles inside of him.

The one in his mouth starts to dip deeper inside, brushing up against the back of his throat before pulling back and then repeating again. When he's certain Huaisang has swallowed enough of it down, he pulls the tentacle out, some of the slime dripping down his lips as it retreats.

"How do you feel?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang arches as his entrance is teased, the tentacle sliding inside of him and his body clenches around it. He moans around the one in his mouth, then has to swallow again before it's moving deeper. Without thinking he reaches out his hand to grasp at the other's body gagging slightly at first when it presses against his throat.

The next time he's more prepared and he swallows, he's warming to the point he's starting to feel hot, his little cock hard and his hips rocking down on the tentacle that's inside of him but it's hard to figure out how to fuck himself on it effectively.

"Mm," Huaisang moans softly as the tentacle slips out of his mouth, licking at his lips but some of it still drips down his chin and he knows he must already look debauched but he doesn't care. He wants Xichen, no, he needs him. "Good...Hot."

[equivocations]

"Perfect." His voice is heated, and there's a faint echo as his grasp on his human form slips even further, but it hardly matters now. Huaisang is already reaching for him and trying to fuck himself on his tentacle - he's perfect, better than Lan Xichen could have hoped for.

"Ready for more?" he asks, his voice warm and teasing. More tentacles wrap around him, now, coiling up his legs and sliding around his waist and torso as though hugging him.

The tentacle inside him splits open, stretching him out at the same time as it spreads more slick aphrodisiac, preparing him for more. His little cock needs to be taken care of next - and Lan Xichen gives a little bit of a wicked grin as he stretches out the tentacle he might usually use to please a cock, one far too big for Huaisang's.

"Oh," he says in mock dismay as he holds the sucking tentacle up against his tiny cock. "No, this one won't do at all. I'll need to bring out something more suitably sized, for such a cute cocklet."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang doesn't full comprehend the changes that's happening to Xichen's form. He's finding it hard to think at all, nodding enthusiastically. "More, please," he says shamelessly, not caring if it sounds like begging. Already he's lost to the burning need and the pleasure, wanting more. There's no time to really think too hard about the experience, about the repercussions of what the other really wants him for. His hand drops to touch the tentacles that are wrapping around his waist, his breathing uneven. At this point he knows there is no getting away from Xichen even if he tried, even if he wanted to which he doesn't.

"Ah," Huaisang gasps, his body stretching to accommodate the tentacle inside of him and feels a new wave of heat and desire. His eyes are almost glazed as he focuses next on the tentacle the other is comparing his cock to. He quickly realizes what it's for and he whimpers a little at the comments referencing his cock. Very few people had seen his cock, it's a disgrace for a Nie heir he's been told and yet he can't help but be aroused by his current situation, by the other commenting on it. The aphrodisiacs' are quite effective.

[equivocations]

"How can I deny you when you beg so prettily?" The tentacle starts fucking in and out of him as he spreads him open, nice and slow, and he groans softly at the friction.

And again at those little whimpers when he comments on his cock.

"You like that?" He sounds utterly delighted. Of course, there's the aphrodisiacs, but he likes to believe that that they don't create desire, only heighten what might already arouse someone to a new extreme.

"Such a little thing," he purrs as he teases him with the sucking tentacle that's far too large for it, trying to fit it over his tiny cock only to have it slip free. He repeats it a few times, playing at giving him some fleeting friction and making it clear that it's just too small to fuck into anything. "What are we going to do with it?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang moans as he's held by the other and the cock is opening him up and every thrust seems to just make him want more instead of satisfying him. He would have focused on rocking into each thrust if not distracted from doing so by Xichen.

The sucking tentacle is far too big for his cock and he whimpers each time the other tries to fit it on him and it just slips away before he could get anything from it. There's a teasing of almost there and his hips rock up but it's no use when he's too small. He lets out a frustrated noise, licking his lips and he can still taste the slime.

As the other's asking instead of saying anything he moves his hand with the aim of just rubbing himself desperate for substantial friction.

[equivocations]

"Soon, little one, soon I'll give you what you need," he murmurs at those moans and frustrated noises. The tentacle he has inside him now is not meant for sustained fucking - no wonder his little mate needs more to be satisfied. Lan Xichen must admit he's utterly delighted at how well Huaisang is responding to him.

The tentacle wrapped around his arm tightens when Huaisang tries to reach for his little cock, pulling his arm behind his back. The other arm follows, and his tentacles wind together to pin Huaisang's arms behind him. "No, sweet one, I'll take care of you. You just sit back and let me."

His tentacles lift him into the air, cradling his hips and back to support him as the tentacle inside him spreads him open enough for three smaller tentacles to thrust inside him. These are much more equipped for quick fucking, and they thrust in and out of him at a brutal pace. Lan Xichen stands, a fluid motion that looks more like he pours himself upright - his human legs are gone, now, a mass of tentacles underneath his robes instead, though he still manages to maintain his human upper body.

Huaisang is at the perfect height for him to watch the way his tentacles fuck him, to enjoy the slick, lewd sound of them and delight in the obscene stretch of his hole. And to appreciate his little cock, hard and wanting and desperate for any kind of friction. He lets one of his smallest sucking tentacles wrap around his arm, twining about his fingers as he holds it up to Huaisang's face for him to see.

"I was going to use this on your nipples," he says thoughtfully. "But it looks like the perfect size for your tiny cock, doesn't it?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang tries to resist the tentacles as they pull his hands behind his back but once they're pinned he gives into it. "Please," he begs softly again and then there's a moment of shock when he finds himself in the air, his stomach jumping even if he does feel secure in the tentacles' hold on him. He doesn't have much time to think of it otherwise his attention moving to the three seperate tentacles presisng inside of him. His head falls back as he lets out a loud moan, trying to lift his hips into the fucking each thrust of them drawing out loud shameless noises. His cock aching for attention but with his hands pinned behind him he is at Xichen's mercy.

Glazed eyes look toward Xichen and the way the other moves is intriguing. He can hardly think straight about it, though and just stares at him as he continues to let the gasps and moans slip from his lips freely. His eyes are then drawn to the tentacle, smaller than the rest and he stares at it, biting his lip for a moment feeling a bit embarrassed at the explanation. Still he's desperate, his cock aching.

"Yes, it is," he admits, and it's true it looks like it would perfectly fit on his cock.

[equivocations]

He runs his hands over Huaisang's legs when the other begs for him, helping his tentacles to lift them up and spread them wider for him. Oh, he's lovely, and so wonderfully receptive - he can't wait to bury his egg laying tentacle in there and his cock after, to fill him up with the brood that Lan Xichen's been wanting for so long. Huaisang is going to make such a wonderful carrier for their children.

"Good boy." He kisses Huaisang, licking into his mouth and humming around the lingering taste of his own slick, and he lowers the little tentacle to fix the small sucker over the other's tiny cock as a reward for his honesty. It is indeed the perfect size to close around it, and the tentacle eagerly starts a rhythmic sucking motion in time with the rough thrusts of his other tentacles.

"Ah, you feel delicious," he murmurs against Huaisang's lips, a pleased shudder going through him. "Don't be embarrassed, Huaisang, it may be terribly small for a cock, but it would be a wonderfully engorged clit, wouldn't it?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang doesn't even feel vulnerable as the other maneuvers his legs, opening him up further and and exposing him all the more. There's just excitement and heat and need for it, for more. He still has no idea the depth of Xichen's intentions but at the moment he wouldn't have cared, he's too desperate for more, for pleasure that he would have likely agreed to anything to have more.

Huaisang mewls softly into the kiss pressing back into it and enjoying kissing the other. There's a gasp against Xichen's lips as the sucker covers his cock and it's intense and almost too much. His thighs instinctively want to press together. He whimpers into Xichen's mouth, scarcely able to breathe. He's flushed with both the pleasure and exertion but also the humiliation of the other talking about his cock like that. Still, he nods his agreement, it's true. His cock would be no good for fucking and yet it is very suited to be treated like a woman's clit. "Yes," he whimpers out loud.

[equivocations]

His little mate is so needy, driven desperate with pleasure and only wanting more - his aphrodisiac worked so well on him. Lan Xichen couldn't be more pleased at how compatible they are, and he drinks in the noises the other makes - the mewls and gasps and whimpers as he struggles between too much and not enough. He smiles against Huaisang's lips, knowing they're only just getting started.

He can't wait to see him completely fucked out and stuffed full, begging for more and crying that it's so much, that he can't take it, all at the same time. He holds his thighs open, refusing to let him squirm away from any of the stimulation.

"You're perfect, Huaisang." A fourth tentacle twists its way inside along with the other three, stretching him even wider - and this one angles sharply to drag against his prostate with every thrust. "Just made to be fucked and pleasured, aren't you? To have your greedy hole filled up?"

His little clit sucking tentacle rocks a bit, just to draw attention to the other's tiny cock. "You could never satisfy anyone else, with such a tiny offering, but oh, you're so good for me. Let me give you the kind of pleasure no one else could."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang enjoys being called perfect as much as he enjoys any other compliments, so there's a bit of a smile that makes it onto his face before it contorts in pleasure again as the fourth tentacle thrusts against his prostate causing his back to arch sharply. "Oh, fuck," he moans, breathing heavily and there's no time to adjust to that pleasure that rocks him again and again before the sucker on his little cock vies for his attention.

It's too much pleasure and if it weren't for tentacles that held him in place his body would be twisting, legs pressing together. As it is, his thighs are trembling. The humiliation should upset him but it just makes the heat grow for some reason and he nods, agreeing with every single word that Xichen says. He's far past wanting to defend himself or his pride, he just wants to feel more pleasure to give Xichen everything he wants as well.

"Anything for you," he finds himself saying.

[equivocations]

Oh, he notices that. So his little mate likes compliments, does he? Lan Xichen can do that. He can shower as much praise as he deserves on him - mixed in with the heavy dose of humiliation that he also seems to enjoy. Huaisang truly is perfect, isn't it? He watches intently as he arches up, thighs trembling and body trying fruitlessly to twist in his hold.

All of his tentacles seem to pulse with arousal when Huaisang says anything for you, and Lan Xichen kisses him again, long and lingering. "Accepted," he murmurs. "Oh, I'll take such good care of you, make you feel more pleasure than you ever thought imaginable, my pretty little A-Sang. Look how gorgeous you are like this."

He pulls the ribbon from around his forehead off - the only part of his clothing that is not a manifestation of his human form - and ties it gently around Huaisang's neck, settling the silver cloud right in the hollow of his throat.

His fingers run through the other's hair, then, soft and tender, as he kisses him again. "Let me see you come, sweet one, can you do that for me?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang notices the way the tentacles react and he's starting to understand them, maybe a little at least. He kisses the other back, hungry and needy. His eyes are only half open as he looks up at him, shuddering at the promise in the other's words, in being complimented again. He's still overcome with the pleasure from the tentacles inside of him and the one sucking on his little clit of a cock.

His eyes widen, though, as the ribbon is tied around his neck and it feels like there's a significance to that but he doesn't understand it, can't remember if there is anything in the legends he's heard about it. He can't think straight at all but he finds that he doesn't mind it, no matter what it means.

Huaisang nods in lieu of answering verbally, he's having a hard time forming words as the pleasure keeps mounting. He tilts his head up to kiss him again, hips rocking against the tentacles as much as he can. He's already on the edge and between the suction and the prostate stimulation and just not trying to hold on it's only a matter of seconds before he's coming with a loud and long moan.

[equivocations]

Still so needy for him. It's delightful - he can't get enough of his perfect mate. He doubts that Huaisang really understands what he's just promised him, but it doesn't matter. Not when Huaisang is so perfectly attuned with him, and Lan Xichen had every intention of making sure he doesn't regret agreeing to belong to him.

His little tentacle greedily sucks him down when he comes, milking every last drop from him, before it pops off with a wet suction sound - and nuzzles against his little cock one more time, almost affectionately.

"Look how pleasing you are." His hand drifts down, running his thumb over Huaisang's lower lip. "I've never gotten to milk spend with that one before, it's always been too small."

One hand reaches down to play with his little cock, just light brushes over it. "But now I have you, and oh, I want more. How much can your little cocklet give me, A-Sang? Perhaps I should make you come again, and again, and - but no, you'll run dry soon, won't you, with such cute little balls?"

His hand dips lower, palming them with a pleased groan. "I know what to do. Let's stopper you up, let it build up in you. How delicious will you be then?"