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[equivocations]

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."

[eternalgrief]

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.

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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.

[eternalgrief]

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.