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Mingjue's shock fades when he sees the panic in Huaisang's expression and the way he struggles in the tentacles holding him. Anger fills him instead, and his fury is clear in his expression as he steps inside and closes the door behind him.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Lan Xichen gently strokes his hand through Huaisang's hair, eyes going soft and tender as he looks down at him. "I can assure you, he is enjoying himself very much."

He looks back up at Mingjue. "A-Sang loves you very much, Mingjue. I would do anything to make him happy, and I must admit - I have quite an appreciation for you as well."

One tentacle drifts down, brushing against Huaisang's swollen breast - he breaches the sealing talisman for just a moment before he puts it back in place, just enough to let a trickle of milk out from his nipple before he stops it to prevent any more relief. And oh, he was right - Mingjue's gaze follows it and he swallows roughly at the sight.

"Won't you join us?" Lan Xichen asks, voice as smooth as silk.

Almost as if he isn't quite aware of it, Mingjue's stalked towards them, unable to take his eyes off of Huaisang. He should be angry, he should be furious - he only has Lan Xichen's word that Huaisang wants this, after all, and how can he trust him so quickly? But this is almost like a fantasy come to life, Huaisang swollen with child and breasts filled with milk, on offer for him, and he wants it.

He finds himself standing right in front of Huaisang, and he reaches down to cup one of his breasts in his hand. He gives it a rough massage, as if testing that it's actually real, and lets out a soft groan at the soft give, the way he can feel how full he must be. Mingjue can't resist giving a little pull of his nipple, fruitlessly milking him even though nothing can come out at the moment.

Huaisang feels himself panicking more seeing his brother's expression change to fury. There's nothing he can do, he can't even say anything to his brother. There's only Xichen to speak for him, his breath is labored, harsh through his nostrils and he has trouble meeting his brother's eyes at all and ends up keeping his gaze lowered. For a moment... Huaisang thought he would get some relief but it's just a trickle and he whimpers around the tentacle, arching more but to no avail.

He doesn't expect his brother to agree and as he comes closer, Huaisang braces himself for his anger, for a strike -- he doesn't expect the calloused hand on the tender swollen breasts. He whimpers, the massage a little too rough for how sensitive and full the were and for the fact that no milk could escape. He whimpers and arches into the other's fingers when they pull at the sensitive nipple, his toes curling and a wave of need straight to his groin. His eyes were tearful when he finally looks up at his brother, desperate and full of need the aphrodisiac has him nearly mad with lust, along with how every part of him seems to need release, hurts with being denied for this long.

"Please," he seems to whimper around the tentacle in his mouth.

Mingjue's breath catches when Huaisang finally meets his eyes. The sheer need in them, the lust that he's sure is reflected in his own eyes - the feeling that he should be protecting Huaisang from - well, himself wars with the urge to give into having what he's wanted for so long. What they've both wanted, it seems. His touch on Huaisang's breast gentles, though he still pulls mercilessly at the little nub, enjoying the way it makes him whimper and arch.

"How did you-?" He looks up at Lan Xichen. The anger is almost entirely gone, now, replaced with desire and - intrigue, he supposes. How is it possible, that this being could come into their lives and make this happen?

Lan Xichen smiles at him. "High cultivation and the power of our cold springs. He was already quite compatible with me, it only adjusted a little to make him able to carry and care for our children." He strokes through Huaisang's hair again. "I am conscious of the fact that I have taken your heir from you by making Huaisang my mate, Mingjue. I hope to rectify that - the next time we mate properly, we would like you to be there to fill Huaisang with your seed so that we might give you an heir."

All right, technically Lan Xichen hadn't specifically told Huaisang that was the plan he had in mind, only that he would make sure that Huaisang could have what he wanted - but he doesn't think Huaisang will object. Still, he pulls the tentacle from Huaisang's mouth so he can speak for himself, at least for the moment.

"Is this really what you want, A-Sang?" Mingjue asks quietly.

Huaisang is still reeling from seeing his brother here, from his brother's reaction and how much it makes him stirs the desire in him even more as if that is possible. He nearly sobs as the other continues to abuse the nipple, his breasts aching needing to be milked and every part of him needed release. It needed more, more and more. He needed more. He needed Mingjue. Could he really have him too?

He can scarcely follow the conversation, taking uneven breaths as he tries to focus but he does... he does hear the part about an heir, about them mating with Mingjue. How is that possible. His heart jumps. He had always dreamed of giving Mingjue an heir but it also terrifies him now for reasons he's not even sure of. He gasps out when the tentacle slips out of his mouth, knowing he's nearly drooling a little as his chin gets wet. He tries to stop that as well, to look less of a mess for his brother.

"D...Da ge..." his voice is rough, his throat having been abused for some time now and it takes a minute or so to focus on the answer through the haze of desperate need, wanting to just beg him for his cock.

"Y..yes," he looks up at him, pupils blown and he struggles a little against the position he's being held in, starting to get uncomfortable. "p...please."

If Mingjue hadn't already been mostly convinced before, the way Huaisang pleads with him when he says yes would seal it. If this is what they both want, and whatever being Xichen is has been able to arrange it, then why not take advantage of it?

"I accept," Mingjue agrees. Technically, this means that his heir will be part Xichen's, too, he supposes, but he finds he doesn't mind that so much.

"I hope you both can forgive me for the display," Xichen says softly, stroking Huaisang's hair again before he tenderly cups his cheek. "But I love him, and as I said, I would do anything to make him happy."

Mingjue's gaze roams over Huaisang, then he looks back up at Xichen. "How long has he been like this?"

Xichen smiles, just a little bit wicked. "Over a day without coming or being milked, almost a full day without release of any kind. He is in your hands now, Mingjue, when you give the word his denial will end."

Desire surges through Mingjue so strongly that it almost consumes his expression, and he switches breasts, massaging it teasingly as though trying to stimulate the flow of milk before toying with the nipple.

"Would you like to fuck him now, or do you want the first time to be when he is ready to give you an heir?" Lan Xichen waits for a moment, but when he can see Mingjue watching Huaisang and looking indecisive when faced with how desperate he is, he adds, "A-Sang is also very skilled with his mouth."

Mingjue's eyes go even darker with desire, and he runs the thumb of his free hand over Huaisang's bottom lip. "Are you, didi? Can you show me?"

Once the conversation is not direct questions toward Huaisang it becomes hard to focus once more and he just reacts to Xichen's soft touches to his hair, his cheek. He feels his brother's eyes and his body demanding so many kinds of release he could scarcely know which one he needs most.

As the other switches breasts there is some milk that leaks from his nipple and Huaisang sobs softly, arching, begging with every fiber of his being for some release. At his name being said he forces his mind to focus on what's being said. He stares at Mingjue at his eyes, absorbs his words.

He nods, eagerly brushing his tongue out and curling it around the other's thumb, sucking the tip in just a hint of what he's capable of what he's willing to do to pleasure his brother.

"Please, da ge.'

As though the last of Mingjue's reluctance is completely drained out of him when Huaisang sucks at his thumb and pleads for him, he lets out a deep, throaty groan and pulls his hands away to fumble with his clothes. It takes no time at all for him to open up his robes and push down his trousers, freeing his cock, already hard and dripping. Still, he doesn't yet feed it between Huaisang's lips, instead stroking over it a few times as he takes Huaisang in, gaze caught on the dribble of milk leaking from his nipple.

"Do you have clamps?" Mingjue asks, his lust blown eyes meeting Xichen's, and oh, it seems he and Mingjue are even more aligned than he'd imagined.

The thought of what he and Mingjue can do with Huaisang together, images flashing through his mind of how they can overwhelm him completely, sends a jolt of arousal through him - enough that the smaller tentacle in Huaisang's little cock pulses and releases a spurt of spend directly into his bladder.

"Yes," Xichen manages to get out, one of his tentacles digging around in a drawer and pulling out a box with a selection of nipple clamps, holding them out to Mingjue. "The ones in green have have thin plug that will stop him up."

Huaisang already has drool on his chin but perhaps there is more as he sees his brother's cock. It's everything he's imagined and he's dreamt of tasting it of having his brother wreck him in every way for years. He nearly whines when he doesn't get it immediately and instead the other speaks of clamps. And as they are brought out and Xichen mentions ones that would plug him a quiet sob escapes Huaisang who is desperate for release.

The other's spurt in his already too full bladder having him squirming.

"No, please," he begs. Please allow him some release, even if he is far past being able to say as much.

There's no mistaking the extra drool, or the way that Huaisang looks at his brother's cock, and Lan Xichen can't help but be satisfied with how this has turned out - which means for the moment, he lets Mingjue run the show entirely. He stays where he is, tentacles plugging up Huaisang's cock and hole, and keeping him tied in place for Mingjue to do what he pleases.

Mingjue selects the green ones that Lan Xichen pointed out, unmoved by Huaisang's pleas - no, that's not entirely correct. He's clearly moved by them, since the begging makes his cock twitch and, impossibly, grow even harder, but he doesn't hesitate before he fastens the clamps over his brother's nipples, the thin plugs sinking in to stop him up.

"Not until I'm ready to drink you dry," he tells him, in a very similar tone of voice as he used to tell him not until you've finished your training today. He gives both of the clamps a tweak, and then leaves one hand on one of his breasts, massaging over it, while he uses the other hand to guide the tip of his cock to his brother's lips.

"Show me how good you are with your mouth, and then you can have release."

Huaisang sobs as the clamps are applied to the swollen and sore nipples, the thin piece plugging them and making the need to have them milked all the more acute. He begs again even though when Mingjue has made up his mind, Huaisang knows there is literally no changing it. He can hear it in the way the other speaks to him and it takes a moment for the meaning of those words to hit him.

Mingjue is going to milk him but with his mouth? Huaisang whimpers, tightening around Xichen's tentacle that is pressed inside of his ass. "Da ge," he whimpers as the other teases the clamps, his painfully swollen breasts. His eyes are on his brother's face as the other's cock is finally close enough.

He eagerly wraps his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth deep at first and then pulling back to swirl his tongue over the tip, moaning as he tastes him and then starts to bob his head. He's eager to earn his release but he's fantasized about his brother's cock for so long and now he finally has it.

Lan Xichen gives a little groan as Huaisang tightens around him, eyes dark with desire.

"Oh, he likes that," he says, gaze raking over Huaisang for a moment before he looks up at Mingjue. "I can feel him clenching around me so tightly, he must want more."

Mingjue grunts as Huaisang takes his cock in so deeply, another pleased little noise when he pulls back to just taste him. Huaisang is good at this, and Mingjue can feel himself being pulled embarrassingly quickly towards the edge of release as he bobs his head. "Is that true, A-Sang?" he asks, part to regain some of his control and part because he wants to know, wants to keep up this back and forth play he and Xichen have going. "What do you want more of?"

He massages Huaisang's breast even more purposefully, rolling his clamped nipple between his fingers in a mimicry of milking him. "This? Or this?" His other hand settles around the back of Huaisang's head, holding him in place as he pushes his hips forward a little, forcing more of his cock inside - then he pulls back again, because he does want to hear what his brother will say.

Huaisang is eager and the built up years of desire are pouring out without any hesitance between aphrodisiacs and the availibilty of what he's longed for being right there. He doesn't stop bobbing his head as he looks up at his brother, listening to the both of them talking above him. And then Mingjue talking to him.

Everything he thinks but he doesn't want to pull himself away from his brother's cock. He gasps in pained pleasure as the other works his breast, the nipple clamp making his throb and the way his body is desperate to let the milk release. He sobs around Mingjue's cock even as the other holds his head, as he anticipates it a moment before it happens the other's hips moving forward and his mouth pliant in accepting more of his cock.

He tries to lean forward even as Mingjue pulls his cock away his lips already starting to get a bit swollen as he stares at his brother. He should be ashamed to be seen like this, to be so desperate and yet he can't muster that. All he has is desire and needs.

"Both, I want both, da ge." His body is trembling around Xichen and he is thankful for his support or he would surely be crumpled on the floor.

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