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[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The wardrobe contains mostly women's clothing - like the rest of the room, they are of excellent quality, but fairly outdated.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.

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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.

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?

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"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.

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"Cute." He kisses his red ear, nipping lightly at it, before he keeps kissing him, along the line of his jaw and down his neck.

"You don't want me to touch them?" he asks playfully at that swat, and he wickedly gives another little massage before he lets go, resting his hand on his stomach instead. His other hand slides lower, though, over the swell of his stomach and between his legs, where he rubs his tiny cock through the fabric of his clothes.

"Oh, but you should have some relief, my A-Sang. If not me-" He nips at his neck, just below the ribbon. "Perhaps you would let Wangji have a taste."

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang bites back a moan when the other massages his breast but the sound still is a bit too loud and he ducks his head. His breathing is heavy now, desire getting harder to ignore. He's about to protest that the other's brother is right there when the other starts to rub his cock, making him squirm, hands gripping the edge of the table.

"What!" he gasps a bit too loud, shaking his head and his eyes shoot quickly to Wangji. Is he listening to them right now? the other isn't being nearly quiet enough.

Still the way the other's nipping at him and rubbing at his cock it's harder to think straight at all.

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"You make the loveliest sounds." He mostly means the bitten off moan and the panting as he squirms, but his gasp is lovely, too.

Huaisang may sound a little scandalized, but he has not pushed Lan Xichen away, and he can tell his little mate is aroused. He keeps rubbing him through the fabric.

"Why not? You're so sweet, my A-Sang, he would love the taste of you." One of his little suction tentacles slips under Huaisang's clothes, attaching to one of his balls to suckle at it. "Do you not want him to show you how much he likes you? How pleased he is that I have such a perfect mate? Will you not allow us both to lavish you with attention?"

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Huaisang whimpers as the sucker slips under his robes and is on his ball. His hips raising slightly and vaguely he's thinking that it won't be long before the robes would be getting wet if they don't stop. He keeps a hard grasp on the table and shakes his head.

"He's your brother," he hisses and he swallows heavily, his eyes going toward Wangji to see if he's noticed them, if he's hearing exactly what Xichen is saying, noticing what he's doing.

His breasts throb with fullness and the desire to be touch and he's overwhelmed already and humiliated that this is being done in front of Wangji.

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If Wangji has noticed, he gives no indication of it. Lan Xichen knows he has, of course - he had excellent hearing, how could he not? - but he will wait until breakfast is finished, until it's the right time to speak up.

"And you are my mate." He sweeps Huaisang's hair back, kissing over more of his neck as he rubs his palm back and forth over Huaisang little cock, slow and steady. "Oh, don't worry, A-Sang - you are mine, and I am yours, and nothing will change that. But I share everything with Wangji, and he will take almost as good care of you as I will."

Another tentacle comes up to join the first, sucking at the other one of Huaisang's cute little balls. A third, this one slick with aphrodisiac, takes advantage of his raised hips to press at his entrance, teasing without going in.

"Do you not have a brother to share with?" His tone is part curious, part sad - he doesn't know what he would do without Wangji.