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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.

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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.