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[equivocations]

"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.

[eternalgrief]

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.

[equivocations]

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.

[eternalgrief]

"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."

[eternalgrief]

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.

[eternalgrief]

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.

[equivocations]

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.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang takes the spoon. You have a mate who likes to have some independence, Xichen! He manages to take a bite before the other has exposed his breasts. He flushes and sets the spoon down, whimpering as the other starts to knead his breasts. Breasts that were very full and with the kneading one of his nipples started to leak. He could scarcely think of eating with this attention but he forced him to concentrate and bring another spoonful to his mouth.

He didn't dare look up up at Wangji but the flush was moving down his neck and over his chest some.

[equivocations]

He smiles when Huaisang takes the spoon, nuzzling into his neck. Yes, it seems he does - he will have to remember that, and make sure his mate has enough of interest to do so he doesn't feel smothered.

"Disobedient," Wangji comments at the leak of milk, as though Huaisang intentionally did so without permission. "No wasting."

One of Wangji's little suction tentacles comes up to suck up the trickle of milk, and his expression flickers with a hint of approval. "Good."

Assessment done, Wangji attaches his milking tentacles to Huaisang's breasts and begins to milk him. Where Xichen's had been gentle but insistent last night - Wangji's are rougher, suction sharp and quick.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang's eyes flash at being called disobedient but he he scoffs a little at the admonition. Still he bites his lip when the other sucks up the trickle, giving him praise. He has to forget all about trying to eat when the other starts to milk him. He bites his lip even harder at the way it feels when the other does it. It's rough and where it had been an oddly and thoroughly pleasurable experience with Xichen this had a shade of pain added to it.

He squirms against Xichen, finally letting himself whimper. He's getting harder despite the embarrassment, despite the fact that it hurt just as much as it felt good. His head turns toward Xichen, nuzzling at him and wanting to bury his face away from sight.

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There's a little, pleased smile at the way Huaisang scoffs - he likes his fiery little mate, likes the flashes of stubbornness and sweetness he's seen. He's going to enjoy learning how to best take care of him and make him happy.

It's pleasing on an even deeper level that Huaisang turns to him for comfort, squirming and whimpering. He wraps one arm around his stomach, and encourages him to tuck his face into his neck with the other, allowing him to hide his face as he strokes through his hair.

"Is it too much, my dearest?" he asks softly, nuzzling into Huaisang's hair.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang does press his face into the other's neck, the stroking in his hair is comforting even if the hand on his stomach reminds him that he's still far too full. All of that is difficult to focus on though with the harsh sucking on his nipples. He whimpers against Xichen's neck but even with that and the growing arousal there is relief in the milk being relieved from him.

"Mmhm," he whimpers a little against his neck, his nipple sore and his body aching for release now again and still hungry. There were too many things demanding his attention.

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"Not to worry, I'll take care of you." He presses a kiss to the top of his little mate's head, nuzzling into him for a moment longer before he looks up.

"Enough, Wangji - let him finish breakfast first, then you can drink your fill."

Huaisang is having their children, after all, he needs to get his strength up - and he needs Xichen to have a softer touch with him, until he gets used to all of this. Until he ends up begging for more rather than thinking it's too much.

Wangji looks unimpressed, but he obeys, detaching his milking tentacles. Xichen immediately replaces them with his own tiny suction tentacles - though he doesn't do anything with them, just letting them attach to Huaisang's nipples to prevent milk from leaking out and spilling over his clothes.

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang breathes a sigh of relief at Xichen's words even if it means there will be more from Wangji before long. He's still embarrassed to be shared this way. He keeps his gaze lowered and draws his head up. He would have covered himself again but the other's tentacles were so quick to attach that he didn't have time. There's at least the relief that they aren't sucking and the tender nipples get some relief. He still doesn't know what to make of how Wangji had made him feel. Between his legs he's aching but he ignores it.

He's quiet as he reaches for the spoon and takes a few bites before drinking more of the tea and avoiding looking at Wangji at all costs. His free hand presses between his legs as if trying to alleviate some of the tension and need for stimulation without really stimulating himself all that much, just a hard press of his hand.

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Ah - his little mate is so adorably shy. Xichen can't wait to see him come out of his shell more as he gets used to living here. Perhaps he should invite Huaisang's brother sooner rather than later - a familiar face may help him adjust.

There's a little smile when he notices Huaisang press his hand between his legs - not like stroking a cock, but more as he would if he needed to relieve some tension to a pussy and clit. "Such a perfect mate I have," he murmurs, gently pushing aside Huaisang's hand with one of his tentacles. "Here, allow me."

The tip of his little flanged tentacle slips back inside Huaisang's tiny cock, and then the tentacle itself coils up, applying just a little bit of pressure as Huaisang's hand had been.

"Would you like to see the gardens today, A-Sang? The blooms should be lovely, and the birds starting to re-emerge now that the storm has passed. Or perhaps you would like to go into the nearest town, and I can purchase you more modern clothing and adornments?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang whimpers a little when the other is replacing his hand with the tentacle. He squirms as it presses inside of him and then there's just enough pressure to give some stimulation but this way it feels all the more teasing and his ears go pink as he tries to focus on eating the food that Wangji had prepared. He's a little more hesitant to drink now with the tentacle pressed into his bladder, knowing how that could escalate.

He swallows a spoonful of the congee and he doesn't really have to think about his answer. He loved gardens but he's also eager to get more modern clothing to wear but... He squirms a little and looks down at himself.

"I...can't... looking like this," for people to see him with a swollen belly, with breasts? It would be humiliating. He's a man and yet looking at him in this situation no one would see him that way.

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Cute. He can't help pressing tiny kisses to the pink tips of Huaisang's ears, soft and affectionate.

He frowns a little at Huaisang's answer. If his mate truly didn't want to go into town, of course they wouldn't - he could always go alone, if he needed to, even though he would much prefer to have his mate by his side. But he doesn't like the idea of it being because of the way Huaisang looks.

"Why not? You are lovely, can you not see it?"

[eternalgrief]

Huaisang shook his head and he sets the spoon down, flushing all the more. "People wouldn't see me as a man," he says quietly. Mingjue would be ashamed of him, regardless of what Xichen thought, Huaisang knew it. He struggles to even see himself as a man currently between the changes to his body and the way that Xichen has spoken to him, has touched him...

Even now, there's a tentacle pressed inside of his cock like a cock would press inside of a woman.

"And if anyone were to recognize me..."

Huaisang shook his head and his appetite has waned -- not quite sated but the desire to eat fading and he fingers the tea lightly without drinking.

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Oh, no. His heart aches for his little mate, apparently so concerned about this. He looks up at Wangji, a silent communication passing between them, and then his brother stands and gives a bow.

"I will go fetch more water from the cold springs."

The pitcher is only half empty, but Xichen still appreciates the effort, as Wangji leaves them alone to discuss things.

Xichen turns his attention entirely on Huaisang, arms wrapping around him and hugging him close. "Can you help me understand?" he asks quietly. "Are you afraid they would think poorly of you, or do you think poorly of it yourself?"