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[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.

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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?"

[eternalgrief]

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.

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Huaisang thinks that Wangji must not have noticed and he's relieved at that. His breathing is uneven as the other's lips continue as does the other's hand just rubbing and making him feel so close to the edge already. He's too easy when it comes to Xichen it seems. why can't he resist him at all? The weight of what the other's saying that he shares with Wangji, that he means to share Huaisang sinks in and he feels a little panicked and uncertain.

He manages not to make a sound at the second sucker on his sac but when the third tentacle teases at his still stretched and sensitive entrance he whimpers and then clamps a hand over his mouth to try and keep from making more noise. The aphrodisiac slime that rubs on him isn't helping him keep calm or quiet at all.

"I... I have an older brother," he finally says, his voice strained. He and Nie Mingjue certainly didn't share things this way -- even if Huaisang might have had a few secret fantasies, a secret wish that he'd been born a woman and that his brother would have just taken him as his wife. Being a wife would have suited him more than being a heir. But he says none of that out loud.

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He cannot get enough of this, of the way his mate responds to him. If Huaisang cannot resist him, then certainly the same is true for Lan Xichen - he wants him more than he can ever remember wanting anyone, in all his years. If he is being honest with himself- if he did not love Wangji so much, he's not certain he would be willing to share his A-Sang with him.

Wangji is the only one he will even consider it with, as long as they both know who Huaisang belongs to.

Well. Wangji and perhaps this brother of Huaisang's, if he would like, since it is only fair.

"But you do not share with him? You have never even wanted to?" It's hard for Lan Xichen to imagine having a brother and not sharing this with him, never knowing everything there is to know about him - but perhaps humans are different. "Trust me, my dearest one - has everything I said not been true, when it comes to bringing you pleasure?"

The tip of his tentacle presses inside him, twisting and searching until it can brush against his prostate.

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"I...we... we shared lots of things but..." Huaisang bites back a whimper. "Never lovers." He doesn't know if it's the aphrodisiac or what but his lips are lose and he whispers. "I've always wanted him. If I had been born a girl I think he could have taken me as his wife and I would have been so happy," he swallows admitting the thought he's had since he was small and never told a soul. He bites his lip, worry pressing forward at thinking about his brother but it's hard to say concentrated on it with the other stimulating him so thoroughly.

He holds back telling Xichen that he's close to coming, his whimpers getting louder as the tentacle presses inside. And when it does find his prostate he arches, moaning louder and if the other kept stimulating it he'd come in his robes in a matter of seconds.

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Oh. His tentacle inside him stills, just for a moment, though he doesn't pull it out.

"Thank you for telling me," he says quietly, sincere rather than the coy voice he'd used before. "You never have to be ashamed with me, A-Sang, there is nothing that could make me not want you. There is nothing that I would not want to give you, to please you."

Then his tentacle resumes moving inside him, though it doesn't quite hit his prostate.

"Would you like that, A-Sang?" he whispers as he keeps stroking him, back to coy. "You are mine, and I will not give you up for anything, but I will share you. Your brother will only have to take one look at you, heavy with our eggs, a child suckling at your breast, and I know he will want you more than anything. I'll let you have it, my A-Sang, have your brother be our lover, let you give him an heir."

Now he stimulates his prostate again, hard and fast, over and over again.

"Let me and my brother show you and yours how good it can be."

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Huaisang is bright red by this time and despite what the other said he's ashamed of the admission but it's a relief that Xichen still wants him. And a relief when the tentacle starts moving again even if it's not at the right angle and he tries to shift to get it to hit his prostate again even as he was trying to stop himself, Wangji is still there and they're doing this...

"I...don't know if he would," Huaisang shakes his head. A part of him more certain that Nie Mingjue would fly into a rage, his heart twists to think about it even if the idea of Mingjue enjoying it, of wanting him and being lovers with them makes him ache with desire. He doesn't answer for himself but he knows that Xichen already knows the truth.

"Ah," Huaisang cries out when the other starts to thrust against his prostate again and then louder as he arches and squeezes around the tentacle as he comes.

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"I do," he murmurs. "Not to worry, dear heart, I'll see to it. My little mate deserves everything."

He certainly deserves to come after that. Lan Xichen wants Huaisang to feel comfortable talking about things like that, to be willing to tell him what he wants even if he thinks it's shameful - to not be afraid that Lan Xichen will not want him. He strokes him through his orgasm, whispering against his neck about how good Huaisang is for him, how lovely he is, how Lan Xichen cherishes him.

He's still rambling when Wangji sits down at the table with a large pot of congee, spooning it out into bowls.

"Xiongzhang. You let him come already?" There's a minor note of reproach in his voice, but Lan Xichen just smiles at him.

"He deserves a reward for his honesty, does he not?" He turns his smile on Huaisang, kissing him for a moment, before looking back over at Wangji.

"Have a taste, then, Wangji, while I feed him breakfast." One of Lan Xichen's dexterous tentacles picks up a spoon of congee and brings it up to Huaisang's mouth.

At the same time one of Wangji's tentacles curls into the neckline of Huaisang's clothes - but he stops there, looking at him for confirmation first.

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Huaisang is trembling a little after the orgasm, his breathing heavy as the other keeps whispering against his neck. He hopes, though when the other had said that about his brother that he wouldn't use any unsavory methods... would he be going home?

His gaze lifts for a split second as Wangji joins them at the table. His face goes red and he bows his head, embarrassed at being talked about like that. The realization his admission had been heard not only by Xichen but Wangji as well. He kisses back even if a bit shyly this time.

"I can feed myself," Huaisang says as the other brings a spoon to his mouth but he barely has time to stay on that topic before the other's tentacle is curling against the robes. He sucks in a breath and then he's slowly nodding, embarrassed but he doesn't want to disappoint Xichen.

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No more unsavory means than Lan Xichen used on Huaisang - though of course, Huaisang's was different, because he's Xichen's mate. Mingjue will only be visiting, either here or if he and Huaisang go visit Huaisang's former home.

"But I like doting on you." He pouts a little at Huaisang, but it's mostly playful, and his tentacle does offer him the spoon to take rather than trying to feed him again.

Wangji looks pleased - or at least, Lan Xichen can tell he's pleased, though there isn't much obvious change in his expression. His tentacles pull down the front of Huaisang's clothes to expose his breasts, and then he makes a sound of approval. The tentacles split open into a trio of smaller tentacles, clearly meant for gripping, and he kneads both breasts a little as though trying to get a feel for how full they are.