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He cradles him close as he thinks it over, then presses little kisses to his ear when he shakes his head. "Thank you for agreeing to tell me," he says quietly.

Lan Xichen keeps cuddling him, one hand stroking softly through his hair, but his tentacles start moving faster, fucking into him in earnest now. "My beautiful A-Sang, you could not be more perfect if you tried."

He kisses his ear again. "Do you want to come one more time?" he asks, voice low and conspiratory. "Or do you want to wait and let us build you up for a while first?"

Well. They're going to build him up without letting him come for a while anyway, but he'll let his little mate choose if he wants one more orgasm before they do.

Huaisang can't talk anymore as the other starts to fuck him harder, faster. He reaches out to grasp the edge of the table, his fingers digging in and he's aching to come. He's aching to pee as well given that he'd already drank a good deal of water. He's panting as the other speaks, and the answer to him is obvious.

"I need to come," he says quickly. "Please, I need to come."

Wangji will say that Lan Xichen is spoiling Huaisang, letting him come so often - but Huaisang is not Wangji's mate, and Lan Xichen will do as he likes with him.

There is no enjoyment in denying Huaisang, after all, if it does not come along with giving him pleasure, and he wants to convince his little mate that he can properly take care of him. That he can trust him, can trust that everything he does will feel good. Besides, the tentacle fucking into him is one of his that most strongly feels the sensation, and it's building him up as well.

So he pulls the flanged tentacle out of his tiny cock, instead reaching down to rub it with the pads of his fingers. "I love the way you feel when I touch you like this," he murmurs, sounding a little breathless. "Your little clit feels so perfectly swollen and heated, I will never get enough of it."

Huaisang gasps as the flanged tentacle is removed, his body tightening around Xichen other one. His voice itself is like an aphrodisiac and he arches, rocking his hips into the other's touch. He can't even complain about him calling it a clit -- not when he's making him feel so good.

It takes barely anything more and he's coming, crying out Xichen's name and clenching around his other tentacle. He lets out a quiet sob and just as quickly his bladder releases as well, leaving his robes a mess, his thighs and Xichen's hand a mess as well.

He moans softly when Huaisang clenches around his tentacle, the stimulation enough to give him a surge of pleasure as his tentacle spills into him - it's an aphrodisiac, the honeyed liquid filling him up more. For a moment, he watches his stomach swell a little more, his tentacle still plugging him up, but then it absorbs into him and the swell goes back down, probably giving him some feeling of relief.

"Oh, you're exquisite like this."

Lan Xichen quickly realizes that there's more than just come on his hand, though, and when he looks down he can see that his little mate has made a mess of his fine clothing. A thrill of arousal goes through him - oh, he likes that, likes that Huaisang felt so good he lost control, and the heat of desire is probably obvious in his expression.

"Oh, A-Sang, didn't you say this wouldn't happen again?" He doesn't sound disappointed, though, only teasing. "I better keep you plugged up, to be safe."

He slips his little flanged tentacle back into Huaisang's tiny cock - and can't resist fucking it in and out of him a few times. With as heightened as his arousal is from Huaisang not being able to control his bladder, it only takes a few thrusts before his small tentacle is spilling into Huaisang's little cock as though it was a pussy, filling his bladder with thick aphrodisiac.

Wangji chooses that moment to come back with a full pitcher of water from the cold springs. He sets it down on the table, then gives Huaisang a once over, mouth set in a firm line before he looks back up at Lan Xichen. "Xiongzhang. You have many responsibilities. Please allow me to assist you in disciplining your mate."

Which is Wangji's way of saying that he thinks Lan Xichen is too soft, of course, though he would never be so bluntly disrespectful.

Huaisang gasps as the other releases inside of him and he knows immediately what it is, that it's only going to make him more desperate. He looks down at him, the way his stomach swells even more and he still wonders at how it's possible he already felt like he could burst as it is. But it doesn't stay swollen more at he exhales a sigh of relief. He bites his lip, the embarrassment is creeping in now that the pleasure of both their releases is ebbing somewhat. He knows what he had done and he whimpers as it's obvious that his lover has noticed too.

"I'm sorry," he whines as the tentacle slips back into it. He grasps at Xichen as it starts to fuck him, tears in his eyes even as the other spills inside of him with the aphrodisiac which there's an odd sensation of it being spilled in his bladder that makes him squirm.

He's squirming when Wangji comes back and his eyes widen at the sight of him, going bright red with humiliation at being found like this, the mess he'd made obvious. His stomach twists nervously at the suggestion of disciplining and he looks at Xichen quickly, eyes a bit wide.

Lan Xichen delicately raises one eyebrow at his brother, unimpressed with his commentary on how he's treating his mate - but then, Wangji does have a point. Lan Xichen is aware that he is soft, and with Huaisang, well. He finds himself wanting to be even softer still.

He nuzzles into his hair when his little mate turns to look at him like that. "You have only to tell me, if you don't like it," he murmurs into Huaisang's ear. "And I will stop it at once."

Of course, considering the amount of aphrodisiac that Lan Xichen had just pumped into his stomach and his bladder, it's not going to be hard to turn him on, but that just means if he doesn't like something enough to cut through the haze, it's even more important for him to stop it.

He lets Wangji turn Huaisang around in his lap, then, so his little mate's back is pressed against his chest and his front is facing his brother. Wangji pushes Huaisang's clothes up over his hips, baring his lovely hole and his cute little cock - both plugged up with tentacles - and with his dress still pulled down in the front to let his breasts spill out, the fabric reveals more than it covers. Wangji's sucker tentacles fix back over Huaisang's breasts, latching roughly onto his nipples and beginning to milk him again.

Huaisang whimpers at the soft words against his ear. He knows he can trust Xichen but he also knows that now he can't trust himself. He can't trust his body and that scares him. It scares him as Wangji comes near, feeling his touch as he's moved. Trembling, humiliated as he's exposed to the other, only more so with his dress pushed up, leaving not only his breasts exposed but everything else. He shifts in Xichen's lap, whimpering again.

No words come out before those tentacles are back on his nipples, too hard, Wangji's milking rough and painful making Huaisang arch and cry out. He presses back into Xichen. His hand reaches out, searching for his fingers trembling when he finds it curling their fingers together.

He doesn't understand this, why Xichen wants to let his brother do this or how even when it hurts it feels good too, that he can't demand that this humiliation stop. The milk flows and some of the ache from being too full starts to subside but the roughness doesn't really let him enjoy the relief.

Lan Xichen presses little kisses to the spot behind Huaisang's ear when he whimpers and shifts in his lap, and he eagerly lets Huaisang take his hand when he reaches back for it. He reaches out to take Huaisang's other hand, too, lacing their fingers together and giving both of them a soft, reassuring squeeze.

"My little mate is so perfect," he whispers. "I know we are different than what you're used to, and this must be confusing, but you're doing so well, my love. It's all right to just let yourself feel good."

Wangji makes a content noise as he continues to milk Huaisang, his suckered tentacles draining him rough and quick, as though he cannot get enough of the taste of him. It's not long before one of Wangji's thicker, knotted tentacles bumps up against Huaisang's entrance and the tentacle Lan Xichen already has in him.

"No," Lan Xichen tells him. "You'll upset our eggs if you fuck him too roughly."

"Mn," Wangji agrees, pulling his tentacle back. "I will fuck the human's pussy instead."

One of Wangji's smaller tentacles brushes up against the one Lan Xichen has plugging up Huaisang's tiny cock, and Lan Xichen gives an approving hum as he withdraws his own.

It's replaced immediately with Wangji's tentacle - a little bigger than the one that had been in there previously, but not so big that there's too much of a stretch. Though Wangji's hum of disapproval and the way he purposefully wiggles his tentacle back and forth gives an indication that might change soon. "Too tight. I will stretch your mate for you."

Huaisang tries to focus on the soft attentions from Xichen, the way the other's lips press to sensitive spots, holding their hands together and it grounds him some even through the haze, the pain, the fog of aphrodisiac induced lust and frantic need. He whimpers as the milk starts to run dry and the sucks on his nipple become more painful and he has to focus on not twisting away from them knowing somehow that would only make Wangji want to do it harder, longer and rougher.

Starting to say no, to try and beg when he feels the tentacle against his entrance he finds he doesn't have to, that Xichen intervened. The next words however were shocking. He wants to argue with Wangji. It's not really a pussy! He's not a woman! He chokes back a sob when it's Wangji's tentacle pressing inside of him instead of Xichen's. His bladder is far too full, given half a second more without a tentacle plugging him he would have had another accident. The urge to relieve himself is strong.

Huaisang shakes his head, whimpering. It's not meant to stretch! It's already been stretched beyond it's limits, hasn't it?

"Please," he begs.

Wangji gives a little scoff when Huaisang shakes his head, clearly unimpressed, and he immediately pushes one of his thicker tentacles past his lips to plug up his mouth. He'd chosen one coated with aphrodisiac slime, and it drips down Huaisang's throat.

Lan Xichen rather likes it when his little mate begs, but he allows it for now, squeezing Huaisang's hands again and pressing soft little kisses along the curve of his neck. In a counter to the way Wangji is fucking roughly into the slit of Huaisang's tiny cock, the tentacle twisting in on itself and slowly stretching him out more, Lan Xichen's thick tentacle inside of his ass starts to fuck him gentle and slow, rubbing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him.

"We'll make you feel good," he promises, nuzzling into him. "Just relax, my love, let yourself go."

Wangji's suction tentacles fix themselves on Huaisang's nipples even more firmly as he starts to run dry, trying to draw out every last little bit that he can. "Not much milk."

"It hasn't been long. My little mate needs time to build up production." One of Lan Xichen's thinner, more flexible tentacles snakes around each of Huaisang's breast, gently squeezing and rolling as it to stimulate the flow of more milk.

Huaisang whimpers as his mouth is filled by one of Wangji's tentacles. His eyes closing as more aphrodisiac drips down his throat and he nearly coughs around the other but he manages not to, to swallow instead. He already feels so full and drained at the same time and his body is alight with desire and yet exhuasted. He tries to focus on the feeling of Xichen's kisses, the support of him right behind him making him feel safe even as Wangji has his way with him. The way Xichen's tentacle moves has Huaisang whimpering more around Wangji's tentacle, hips rocking as much as they could and as his mate continues to hit that sweet spot his body tightens again and again around him, and has tears running down his face. It's almost enough to forget the pain at his breasts, sharp and demanding his attention.

It feels insulting somehow, though, he's not sure why when Wangji comments on his milk. He can feel the judgement and the sense that maybe Wangji doesn't think he's good enough. He shakes his head ever so slightly when Xichen kneads the tender breasts wanting to beg for a break even as they fuel the overwhelming arousal and need. The haze of lust making his thoughts harder and harder to hold onto.

Wangji's tentacle fucking his tiny cock still is uncomfortable, the way it feels like it's pulling him open. His hips wiggle, torn between moving into Xichen and getting away from Wangji so all he is accomplishing and squirming.

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