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[eternalgrief]

"How?" Huaisang murmurs and he's feeling aroused but he ignores it for the time being, still not fully awake and certainly not wanting to go into another round, not wanting to get even more full yet. He's still shocked at the roundness of his belly, at the weight of his breasts that certainly feel too full as well. His head tilts to the side and he exhales a shaky breath at the nuzzling.

He starts to shift as the other unwraps the tentacles freeing him somewhat and then gasping and pressing his thighs together instinctively when the small tentacle wiggles and he feels the insistent need to pee but also a rush of arousal.

"No," he shakes his head.

[equivocations]

"High cultivation and the healing magic of the cold springs," he replies, giving him a little smile. "A simplistic answer, I know, but I'm happy to go into the theories and mechanics with you when you're more settled in."

Oh, his mate looks so tempting like this, round with their eggs and full with the milk to nourish them. It's a struggle to keep pulling his tentacles back and to keep his hands to himself - though he can't resist helping Huaisang to sit up and get his feet on the ground.

"Of course." He presses a kiss to Huaisang's cheek, then slowly withdraws his flanged tentacle from his little cock. "My brother will be coming by soon. I want him to meet you and see how perfect you are."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang accepts the answer but he would enjoy learning more later. He wouldn't have the attention for it now he's sure. He gets to his feet and squirms a little as he stands. "Does... can you remove the other one?" he questions tentatively, flushing. He can't exactly walk freely or pee in private if the other still has the plug tentacle inside of him. He leans up to kiss him, though.

He blinks at the mention of his brother, and it makes him think of his own and he feels a flare of worry but he pushes it aside for the moment. He nods his agreement.

"I will... need to get dressed," he says softly looking around for his things.

"Where may I go to..." he's still flustered from having an accident he swallows. "Where can I pee?"

He has no idea where he is or where anything here is.

[equivocations]

"Ah - I forgot. I do so love being inside you, you feel so good." He smiles, pleased and fond, when Huaisang leans up to kiss him. His kiss lingers, for a moment, as though he can't quite bring himself to pull away - but he does, and he carefully withdraws the plug tentacle as well. By now, everything should have sealed itself inside Huaisang quite well, but he does love being inside him.

He misses it already, and he steals one more kiss.

"At the end of the room, the doorway on the left. Your clothes are drying in there - I'm afraid they're still quite damp. I have others you can wear, if you prefer, in the wardrobe you'll find on the way."

Admittedly, he doesn't like the idea of his Huaisang wearing clothes, but he'll acquiesce for his comfort, for the moment. Besides, there's a few lovely pieces in the wardrobe that he wouldn't mind seeing Huaisang in.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang is pleased at that, that the other loves being inside of him. He kisses him back earnestly but despite aphrodisiac he manages not to get too carried away. He feels strangely empty when the plug pulls out even though he is so full.

"Thank you," he says softly after another kiss. With the directions he moves to the door the other had indicated. He's quick to relieve himself but then he takes time to look down at his body, hands moving over the swollen stomach and then up to the swollen breasts. Even when they had emptied he had still... not lost the new shape but as they fill they were bigger, and much heavier. He cups one briefly, flushing at how sensitive it was even to such an innocent and brief touch. It makes him look so much more feminine and ... he feels emasculated, a bit humiliated by them.

Quietly he does leave the room and he moves to the wardrobe to see what there might be there. He's not eager at the idea of putting on damp clothes.

[equivocations]

Lan Xichen watches him leave, sighing contentedly and unashamedly enjoying the view. His mate is so beautiful, and already swelling with their children - oh, he has been so lucky. If only he could see his brother this pleased.

The wardrobe contains mostly women's clothing - like the rest of the room, they are of excellent quality, but fairly outdated. The few handful of things that are more styled after men's fashion are almost sheer - not quite so much that they wouldn't hide anything, but enough that they clearly weren't meant to be worn alone.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang frowns as he looks at the options. They're beautiful even if they're out dated and everything but that's not the biggest problem.

"They're... there's nothing normal?"

He finally asks.

[equivocations]

Lan Xichen finally pours himself out of bed, coming over to settle behind him. His arms slide around him - one at his shoulders, just above his breasts, the other over his stomach - and he hugs him back against his bare chest.

"They're not normal any longer?" he asks, slightly apologetically. "It's been a long time since I went down into your world, I only got what I thought looked pretty last time."

He drops a kiss on Huaisang's shoulder. "They would look lovely on you," he says earnestly, then can't help but teasingly add, "Though I much prefer you naked."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang swallows at the other's touch, the press of him behind and his arm so close to his breasts. His stomach felt sensitive but he brushes it off not paying it any mind as he stares at the options.

"I... most of these are women's," Huaisang says softly, flushing at the other's teasing. He normally wouldn't have been opposed to wearing female clothing but he's feeling particularly sensitive with the changes to his body, with all the humiliation about his cock.

The ones that weren't for women -- well, he certainly didn't want to meet Xichen's brother wearing them, they were far too revealing.

"I can't meet your brother naked."

[equivocations]

"You could," he teases again. One of his suction tentacles comes up to tease his little cock, just barely brushing up against it. "I'm sure he would not mind being greeted with such beauty."

The tentacle shifts, firmly attaching itself now so it can gently pulse around his tiny cocklet.

"Does it matter if they are women's?" he asks, the question genuine this time. "They are clothes, and you would fill them out beautifully."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang shakes his head immediately. He cannot meet the other's brother naked! He flushes still at the other's teasing and then a soft whimper escapes him when the tentacle tease his cock. He was about to bat it away playfully when it attached and ...Oh.

"Hng," Huaisang whimpers, the arousal that had been burning harder to ignore but he does his best.

"I suppose they'll do for now," he murmurs, his ears red and he reaches for one of them that's closest to Nie colors at least and he does now gently bat at the other's tentacle.

"Let me get ready."

[equivocations]

"You make the most delicious sounds."

He places a few more kisses over his shoulders, to the back of his neck where his ribbon is still tied, and then laughs softly as his little mate bats at his tentacle.

"Not even one before breakfast?" he asks playfully, letting his tentacle stimulate his tiny cock just a bit more before it pulls off - though it nuzzles against it forlornly before it pulls away.

"You're so cute." He hugs him tight for a moment, then shifts back to allow him to get dressed.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang enjoys the soft affections, and he thinks about the ribbon again but he doesn't even contemplate removing it.

"No," Huaisang says sternly, biting back a moan before the tentacle does eventually release him. His fingers brush over it before it pulls away completely, though.

He sighs contently into the hug and then starts to get dressed. It feels weird, the fabric on his breasts and the nipples that are hard and aching and so very sensitive and over the swollen stomach at least they cover him.

He reaches up to fix his hair and it's probably becoming clear that Huaisnag is a bit vain about his appearance.

[equivocations]

"Cute," he murmurs against Huaisang's skin when he's stern with him, smiling into him as he brushes over the tentacle before it pulls away.

He should probably milk his little mate before they meet Wangji for breakfast, lest he get so full it becomes even more uncomfortable, but he knows he'll get carried away if he does. Huaisang will tell him if he needs release, he assumes, so for the moment he enjoys the quiet intimacy of watching him dress.

One of his tentacles reaches out to nuzzle his cheek when he's dressed. "You look gorgeous."

Another tentacle, one split open to be able to manipulate objects, opens a drawer in a nearby table and brings over a small box. He opens it and offers it out to Huaisang - the back of the box is lined with a small mirror, and it contains a few combs and some hair pins and other adornments of a variety of colors and styles.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang feels awkward getting used to the new weight added on by how the other had filled him his center of balance completely off. He smiles and nuzzles the tentacle back -- wondering how this is is already seeming to feel normal to him.

There's a smile when he sees what's in the box, eyes brightening.

"Thank you," he says and he won't spend too much time on his hair, combing it out and simple braids for now and an ornament that matches his robes.

[equivocations]

He will have to get Huaisang more of them, if it makes his little mate's eyes shine so brightly. Lan Xichen wants nothing more than to please him, to keep him happy and content.

When Huaisang's finished - he presses in close behind him again, looking at his reflection in the mirror and letting his admiring gaze drop down over him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, turning him around so he can kiss him. "My brother will be so jealous at the lovely mate I've found."

He kisses him again, hands smoothing down his back and over the curve of his ass - oh, he can't wait to be inside him again, to fuck the delicious little noises Huaisang makes out of him, to getting him begging again.

But for now he pulls back with one last kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking him in close to guide him along. "Come - Wangji is making breakfast, I'll take you to him."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang closes his eyes as the other presses against him from behind, feeling a curl of desire and he does his best to ignore it even as the other turns him. He leans up into the kiss, one arm wrapping around the other's neck and he flushes, pleased with the praise.

"Mm," he makes a quiet sound into the kiss when hands venture lower, sparking his arousal more and he presses close to the other before whimpering at the press against his sensitive breasts and he pulls away from him enough so their bodies aren't so pressed together.

"Good, I'm really hungry," Huaisang admits, leaning against the other as they walk and feeling some excitement to meet this brother. He's going to have to bring up his own soon... Mingjue would worry when Huaisang doesn't make it to his destination.

[equivocations]

Oh, it's so hard to resist Huaisang when he flushes so fetchingly and gives such lovely whimpers. It's clear his mate is having to resist his desire, too, and it's with reluctance that Lan Xichen reminds himself he must make sure Huaisang is fed and hydrated first.

"I suspected you may be. Wangji is the better cook between us two, so I asked him to do so this morning."

It isn't far to the kitchen area - down a few hallways and out into an open room, where his brother is cooking. Wangji has taken partial human form, as well, similar to the one Lan Xichen is currently settled into - although his ribbon is still around his forehead. Wangji turns towards them when they enter, his eyes scanning over Huaisang - and lingering briefly on his rounded stomach and swollen breasts, on the ribbon around Huaisang's neck.

"Wangji," he greets. "This is my mate, Nie Huaisang. A-Sang - my brother, Lan Wangji."

Wangji bows politely. His expression remains almost unchanged, save for a faint twitch of his lips, but Lan Xichen knows his brother. He is pleased with what he sees, and he suspects he is indeed a little bit jealous - though of course, his brother knows he will share.

"Sit, please," Wangji says, gesturing at a low table. Lan Xichen knows he's added the please as a favor to him, to try to be more friendly. "Breakfast will be done soon."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bows to Wangji when they get to the kitchen and are introduced. He had gone a little pink at the way Lan Wangji had been looking at him but he manages to keep his reaction to a minimum.

"Well met," he says softly and does as he's told, sitting down at the table. It's a little awkward getting down and Huaisang finds his balance, one hand having ended up on his swollen stomach. He's still sore and uncomfortable but not quite as much as the day before.

Huaisang feels nervous, as he sits there, fingers rubbing the cuffs of his robes and he should have grabbed his fan so he could fidget with it.

[equivocations]

Lan Xichen hovers right beside him, ready to lend a hand - or a tentacle - if he looks like he needs support. When Huaisang settles down, Lan Xichen smiles over at his brother, and then promptly settles himself right behind his little mate.

He doesn't sit so much as pull in some of his tentacles and allow some others to fan out under him, but the end result is that he can press right up against Huaisang. His arms settle around him, gentle over the swell of his stomach, and his more dexterous tentacles pour Huaisang both a cup of tea from the pot on the table and a glass of water from the pitcher.

Wangji's eyes follow the movement, then look back up to Lan Xichen. "From the cold spring?"

"Yes," he answers, nuzzling affectionately into Huaisang's neck.

"Mn." Wangji turns back to finish cooking.

"He likes you," Lan Xichen assures him softly. "He's not very talkative, but he approves of me sharing our spiritual power with you."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang doesn't protest the other's hand on his stomach even if being so close and being touch has him struggling not to squirm. He leans back into Xichen as he watches the tentacles work to pour the tea and water. He smiles to himself for a moment before his attention is drawn to Wangji.

He feels a nervous twist in his stomach, because it's easy to assume the other doesn't like him or approve of him with that but it's as if Xichen had read his mind. Huaisang tilts his head to glance back at him and his voice is low when he replies "Are you sure about that?" he questions, reaching for the tea to take a couple sips of it.

[equivocations]

His tentacles wriggle a little, pleased at the way Huaisang leans back against him, and he rests his chin on his mate's shoulder.

"I know my brother. He likes you. If you let him, I'm sure he'll find a way to show it." He presses a soft kiss to his neck. "He's difficult to read, but he has a big heart, and he knows me, too. He only has to look at me to know you make me happy."

One hand on his stomach shifts a little, rubbing over it, and his arm presses up against his breasts as he does.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang lets out a shaky breath, his neck tingling at the press of lips. He nods slightly his eyes returning to the other's brother. He doesn't know what to make of him yet but he wants him to like him.

"I make you happy? I wouldn't have guessed," Huaisang jokes quietly and takes a few more sips of the tea before setting the cup down, just as the other's arm presses to his breasts. The cup trembles a little as he draws his hand away from it. He gently tries to nudge the other's arm away feeling them ache for touch and be far too sensitive for at the same time. They're so swollen and ache even just the rubbing of the robes against his nipples has been driving him crazy.

[equivocations]

There's a soft huff of laughter, breath warm against his neck. "Incandescently happy," he teases in return - although really, he does.

He frowns in concern when he sees that tremble, immediately worried, until Huaisang tries to move his arm away from his breasts. Ah. He cups one breast in his hand, gently getting a feel of it.

"Sensitive, or too full?" he asks quietly. "I thought I should have milked you before breakfast, but I knew I would get carried away."

Although, perhaps it is a good thing that he did not - Wangji will love how sweet his mate tastes, Lan Xichen is sure, and what better way to show Huaisang that his brother does like him?

[eternalgrief]

"Both," Huaisang answers, his voice getting quieter and his ears are red with the other talking about milking him -- and so close to another person! He's trying to keep his breathing even as the other cups his breast, biting his lip and the ache between his legs is more insistent.

He tries to swat the other's hand away again, his breathing getting more uneven each second that passes.