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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 4 months

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Day 2 of @niecest-weekend-2023

“Mmmm, Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang purred when Nie Mingjue appeared in the doorway, dishes in hand. “You are so good to your didi.” Nie Huaisang's smile was like the cat's when it got the canary, and even though his brother's face didn't change much, he could see the first signs of pleased embarrassment.

“Don't push it,” Nie Mingjue growled. The younger man still lazing in the bed just smirked; his brother's angry behavior never really worked on him. He would give in the grumpy growls and loud orders when needed, but when it was just the two of them, he knew there was nothing hurtful Nie Mingjue would do to him. His brother was a big softie, just for him.

“But Daaa-geee,” he whined, “you really are so good for your weak and helpless didi! You make your didi feel loved and adored. You are so good at being the best Da-ge in the whole world!”

The blush spreading on Nie Mingjue's face, starting at his ears, then covering the tip of his nose, was even more delicious than the breakfast he put down on the bed. Who cared about sweet congee, savory soup dumplings and perfectly fried meats and vegetables when he had his strong and huge brother being so sweet.

He wanted to bite into something other than the tender pork or the crunchy bamboo shoots.

But not yet. His Da-ge woke up early just to bring him his favorite dishes. First, food, then he could say thank you in his own way.

He looked up to his brother, helplessly blinking with deliberately huge eyes he knew his Da-ge could never say no to. “Feed me?”

“YOU…!” Nie Mingjue roared, and Nie Huaisang made himself to wince. His brother stopped, looking stricken.

“I'm sorry,” Nie Huaisang whispered with a convincing pout on his face, “I’m trying, but it hurts to move my arms…”

“If you'd practice more, your arms wouldn't hurt! You never listen to me when I tell you to go to saber practice! You would deserve to not only feed yourself, but to go out and hunt your food for yourself!” Grumbled Nie Mingjue.

His words would have been more convincing, if he wouldn't have sat down next to Nie Huaisang, grabbing the tray of food into his lap to choose the best bites for his beloved didi.

Nie Huaisang sniffed pathetically just for a good measure, and while Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes, he also pinched a piece of pork between the pair of chopsticks, lifting it to Nie Huaisang's lips. Was it really surprising that the Second Young Master never listened to any of the verbal or nonverbal threats when he had years of evidence that Nie Mingjue would never hurt him? No, not even just that; he had evidence that Nie Mingjue would do anything in his powers to spoil and pamper him rotten.

He opened his mouth, letting his brother put the pork into his waiting mouth, then deliberately licked the chopsticks as Nie Mingjue pulled them away. The meat was perfect, just the way he liked it.

“Good?” Nie Mingjue asked with a strange edge in his voice.

“Mmm,” the younger man nodded. “Yes, Da-ge! Thank you, Da-ge!”

“Hm,” his brother huffed, pretending to be unaffected, but Nie Huaisang knew it better. He could see how proud the older man was to be able to provide for his didi.

Honestly, every time Nie Huaisang whined and pleaded, and pretended to be weak and powerless, was for Nie Mingjue's sake. His big brother needed to be needed, and if he wanted to take care of somebody, why would he need to look for somebody else, when Nie Huaisang was there, ready to be the pampered spouse of a Sect Leader he was born to be? He was nice like that; self-sacrificing, even!

“Don't get used to it,” mumbled the flustered Sect Leader, putting another bite of food into his didi's waiting mouth.

Nie Huaisang shook his head, lying through his teeth, “No, of course not.”

After everything was gone, Nie Huaisang laid back on the bed, yawning lazily. “Thank you, Da-ge, you made your didi very happy!” He made sure he had his brightest smile on him, so the wince he made would be even more prominent. “Ouch.”

“What happened?” Nie Mingjue asked worriedly.

Biting into his lips, Nie Huaisang said with a pout on his face, “My feet hurt.”

“Didi…”

“Da-ge!”

The Sect Leader sighed, kneeling down next to the bed. “If you'd just listen to me once…”

“Yes, Da-ge,” murmured Nie Huaisang, both of them knowing not meaning it. He lifted one dainty foot, placing it into his brother's hands, who immediately dug his thumbs into the arch, finding the most painful points. Nie Huaisang leaned his head back against the bed, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure. Nie Mingjue massaged his feet and calves so perfectly, his hands pulling out indecent moans out of the pampered Young Master.

“You are so good for your didi,” he said softly. “You deserve a reward, don't you?”

A whine torn from Nie Mingjue's chest. Nie Huaisang leaned forward, taking his brother's chin into his palm, watching as the embarrassed blush spread.

“A-Sang,” his brother whispered, broken.

“Not yet,” he purred, patting lightly on his brother's cheek, then leaned back. Nie Mingjue complied to the unsaid order, and continued rubbing the smooth skin.

“Ah! Ahhh, yes, more…” Nie Huaisang hummed with pleasure, his toes curling as his brother pressed and stroked all the way from his toes to his knees.

“Demanding brat,” grunted the kneeling man, never stopping his movements.

“Your demanding brat,” grinned Nie Huaisang, pleased and proud of the fact.

“Indeed…” Nie Mingjue muttered, changing from one foot to another. It could never stop excite Nie Huaisang how different their bodies were. He was tiny and graceful, while his brother was huge and strong, and this contrast was even more prominent. Even with Nie Mingjue kneeling on the ground, he towered over his didi; his hands could cover Nie Huaisang's tiny feet. He could easily break the younger man, he could hurt him and tear him apart, and yet…

There he was, obeying every demand of Nie Huaisang. The power he held over his brother was a heady feeling, humbling too. Too bad he was never humble in his life.

“A-Jue!” Nie Huaisang moaned, feeling his brother's tongue sliding over his foot from heel to toe. Nie Mingjue took his didi's big toe in his mouth, sucking on it before biting down just hard enough to be felt, but not breaking skin. “Da-ge…” his voice was hoarse, wishing his brother's mouth would engulf another part of him.

“You are so good,” Nie Huaisang moaned. “You are such a good Da-ge, you can have your reward now!”

Nie Mingjue purred, “Didi,” unwrapping the lazy Second Young Master from his night robes. Nie Huaisang didn't move much, he let his brother do the hard work.

His cock was fully hard and leaking, ready for Nie Mingjue to take his reward. The older man pulled his brother closer, spreading his knees so he could have more space, then glanced up, asking for permission.

“Good Da-ges deserve their rewards. Go for it!” Nie Huaisang allowed, and his brother didn't need anything else. Hot lips closed around his aching cock, licking and sucking, making Nie Huaisang melt in the flames of his passion.

“Touch yourself while you suck me off,” Nie Huaisang ordered, his voice trembling like his legs around Nie Mingjue's head. His brother brought one hand off of his knee, down to his own cock. Nie Huaisang's heels dug into broad shoulders, trying to get his brother to come closer, urging him to speed up. He was gasping for breath at the pleasurable feeling; his Da-ge was always so good at taking care of him. He was so close, teetering on the edge of coming, his back arching, body trembling as he kept himself from coming too soon.

“Make me come before you come and when I recover, you can ride me,” rumbled Nie Huaisang. His brother moaned, and the sensation from the hot mouth and the sound's vibration pushed Nie Huaisang over the edge. He came, deep down on Nie Mingjue's throat.

“Ca- can I…?” breathed Nie Mingjue, and Nie Huaisang nodded, knowing exactly what his brother wanted. The older man stood up, towering over Nie Huaisang, and after a few strokes, he came over his didi's body. Not needing to be told what to do next, he bent down, licking aways every drop of his own cum.

The younger man yanked his brother over him; the heavy body pressed him into the bed. It felt delicious to know Nie Mingjue could suffocate him or crush him with his body, but would never do that. Indeed, Nie Mingjue was already bracing himself on his arms to lessen his weight on his brother. Leaning forward, Nie Huaisang pressed their lips together, kissing the older man deep, tasting the mix of their cum. They parted with a wet sucking sound, noses brushing together as both tried to catch their breath.

“Didi, my didi…” murmured Nie Mingjue, as they settled down, him laying on his back and Nie Huaisang curled up on his chest.

“You make me feel so good. You are always so good for me,” Nie Huaisang murmured sleepily.

“Don't get too used to it, you spoiled brat,” Nie Mingjue grunted, running his fingers through his didi's hair.

Nie Huaisang grinned cheekily and lied, “I would never!”

“Brat.” Nie Mingjue's voice was more fond than annoyed, as Nie Huaisang hid his face in his chest, trying to merge them together.

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 4 months

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A thank you for @jaggededges123 for organizing the Niecest Weekend. Thank you, it was so much fun to write with them, and I'm sure it will be even more enjoyable to read what others came up with. 💕

Incoming call: Bane of Existence 💚

Of course, Nie Mingjue thought with fond annoyance, picking up his phone even though he was in the middle of a time-sensitive task.

“Daaa-geee,” the irritating voice of his spoiled didi sang. He could almost see him leaning against the locker, playing with his waist length hair, bringing attention to his gorgeous locks.

“What do you want,” he grunted. He knew what he wanted; he already closed the documents and powered off his laptop.

His didi needed him.

“Why are you like this with me?” Nie Huaisang pouted. “I could be in big trouble, I could have been kidnapped or hurt or on my deathbed! You would have been forever guilty if it would have been your last words to his beloved didi!”

“Didi.” The warning in his tone was obvious.

A put-out sigh, “You are no fun. Can you pick me up? Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng had to leave for some family stuff. It's cold outside. Pleeeeeeaseeeee, don't make your didi freeze to death!”

Nie Mingjue nodded to his secretary, leaving in a hurry. Of course, he didn't want Nie Huaisang to freeze; he never wanted his didi to experience any hardships in his life.

It didn't mean Nie Huaisang had to know he was already on his way. “I told you a thousand times that you should get your driver's license,” he grunted, falling into the argument like pulling up an old and faded shoes - shoes he didn't want to throw out even if it inconvenienced everybody. Nie Huaisang would never get his driver's license because Nie Mingjue would always drive the spoiled brat everywhere and anywhere, but his pride would never let himself acknowledge it. So, the argument stayed.

“But Daaa-geee,” Nie Huaisang whined. “You know I don't want to. You'd have me do something I don't want to? So cruel! I should run away from such a cruel da-ge…”

Nie Mingjue shook his head. His didi was so dramatic.

“Besides, you will always be there for me,” Nie Huaisang said, painfully truthful. Yes. Nie Mingjue would always be there for him.

“Ten minutes,” he noted as he pulled up the familiar address, noting the quickest route there, and hung up.

It took eight minutes and thirty-two seconds to get there. But who was counting?

He drove up to the familiar figure lounging around the entrance and rolled his window down.

“Your carriage awaits, Princess,” he teased his brother, who grinned mischievously. His didi was a sight for sore eyes. Always so pretty, only seventeen, but looking like the most gorgeous model ever existing. Nie Mingjue wasn't sure who that was, but he was sure that his didi was even prettier. His long hair fell like a waterfall over his shoulders, leaving his slender neck bare.

His didi was the prettiest.

“Come here,” he murmured. There was nobody around. Good.

Nie Huaisang stepped towards the open window, leaning against the car.

“How was school?” Nie Mingjue asked, already knowing the answer. His didi always got into trouble with his friends; if they wouldn't have been a godsend, finally helping Nie Huaisang to experience what a normal friendship was, he would have forbid him to be with them. Those boys were good boys, smart and from a good family, but they were Trouble with a big T.

“It was fine!” Nie Huaisang smiled innocently, his pale face flushed with lie. He was so good at lying and manipulating others, but Nie Mingjue could read him like an open book.

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue snorted. “So, no trouble, right?”

“Yup, no trouble at all!”

Nie Mingjue raised a skeptical eyebrow, but nodded. “Good boy,” he said, and grinned. “You deserve a reward then, don't you?”

Nie Huaisang blushed bright red, looking around as if there would be somebody around them. Nie Mingjue was more careful than that. Nie Huaisang shuffled closer, leaning in to peck Nie Mingjue’s cheek, waiting for one in return. As if Nie Mingjue would be satisfied with a familiar little peck.

He cupped Nie Huaisang's cheek, who immediately leaned into it, his eyelashes fluttering closed. What a good didi he had. Pulling his precious jewel close, he pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue inside Nie Huaisang's mouth. His didi moaned shakily, yielding immediately, letting him explore the inside of his mouth. The kiss was quick, but scorching hot, wet, and tasted sweet like sugar and candy and everything nice.

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang whispered, naked want in his voice.

“Later, didi,” Nie Mingjue promised. “Come, get inside,” he said, his eyes barely able to look away from those pink lips swollen and shiny after their stolen kiss.

“Yes, da-ge.”

The drive was uneventful; Nie Huaisang was never one to sit still when he was bored, but could be the most patient person when he wanted something.

They got home without any incident. His patient little didi pretended, he wanted nothing, that everything was fine. He dressed in comfy shorts as if it wasn't freezing cold outside, and his favorite see-through shirt he stole from Nie Mingjue, and chatted his brother's ear off.

Nie Mingjue hid his smirk, switching on the TV. If his didi wanted to play like this, he would indulge. He had and always would indulge his dramatic little brat.

“I'm not sure about football,” Nie Huaisang pouted, throwing a pale leg over Nie Mingjue's. It was another old argument between them.

“I never told you to choose football. I told you to do sport! You chose it because of the Jiang boy,” Nie Mingjue reminded his didi. All he wanted was his brother to do something, to move and not just laze around like the pampered princess he was.

“But Daaa-geee,” his didi whined, dramatically throwing himself into Nie Mingjue's lap. “I wanted to join to a team where I at least knew somebody!”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue patted his didi's head.

“I should just give up sport. I will never be good at anything.” Nie Huaisang took Nie Mingjue's hand away from his head, taking it into his palms to play with it. Nie Mingjue was always in awe of how smaller his didi was compared to him. He wasn't tiny, not exactly, but next to Nie Mingjue, his jewel was itty-bitty, perfectly bite-sized.

“You will do no such thing.” If there was one thing he wouldn't give, even for his didi - ESPECIALLY for his didi - was this. “What about self defense? Or dance? You always liked to dance,” he offered as a potentially fun alternative.

Nie Huaisang poundered, one perfectly manicured finger tapping his lower lip, bringing his brother's attention back to that perfect bow. “Maybe…”

“Uh-huh,” Nie Mingjue sighed. That was his brother's scheming face.

“Thank you, Da-ge! I know what I will do!” He sang, smacking a big kiss on Nie Mingjue's cheek.

“I'm already afraid,” he grunted, teasing.

“You are mean!”

The pout on Nie Huaisang's lips was begging to be kissed. Though, Nie Mingjue didn't want to give him the satisfaction yet, so he held himself back. His hands grabbed his tiny brother's tinier waists, pulling him properly to his lap. Their breath mixed, the touch of Nie Huaisang's tights around his drove him wild.

“Am I?” He asked, one hand pressing into soft skin.

“The meanest,” Nie Huaisang whispered, his eyes burning, teeth digging into his lips.

Nie Mingjue petted his jewel's back, caressing, until he released the tension in his body, until he was breathing heavily, squirming in his lap.

Nie Huaisang whined, hips rolling, seeking more friction. It was hellish to ignore his own hardness, but anything for his didi. “So, so mean to your beloved didi!”

“And how can this cruel da-ge prove that he can be nicer to you?”

“Oh!” Nie Huaisang breathed. “Touch me, da-ge! Touch me and tell me I'm pretty!”

Nie Huaisang's words were Nie Mingjue's orders. “The prettiest! So lean and gorgeous! Your skin is better than the softest silk,” he whispered, his ha da gripping Nie Huaisang's thighs. He knew he wasn't a poet, he wasn't the best with words unlike his brother, but if his didi needed compliments, compliments he got.

Nie Huaisang gasped, melting against his brother's body. “And?”

“And you are a miracle, such a smart boy wrapped in the prettiest package. You are everything anybody wants. My beloved didi… so soft and perfectly handful everywhere.” His hands settle on Nie Huaisang's hips, squeezing the lovely love handles he was obsessed with. His little didi was so soft, little chubby, and the extra meat on Nie Huaisang's stomach and thighs always made him lose his mind. They were so different - one huge and muscled, the other tiny and pleasantly plump -, yet they fit together perfectly.

Nie Huaisang made a small broken moan, rutting against Nie Mingjue's stomach.

“Da-geee!”

“Impatient little brat,” he grunted fondly. He touched and groped and caressed the beloved body. His didi was panting, horny beyond belief, and he could barely hold back himself anymore. His cock was straining against his pants, uncomfortable and aching, so hard for his perfect little jewel.

“I'm dyiiiing! Hurry uuup!” Demanded his beloved brat. He gave in; one hand slid under the shorts, finding his brother's hardness. Broken little sounds came from Nie Huaisang as Nie Mingjue worked on him, his palm engulfing his slender cock. Nie Mingjue hid his face into his didi's neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the soft skin.

Drunk on his didi, his hips moved on their own accord.

He wants to take Nie Huaisang, against the table, on the floor, thrown across the edge of the couch, it didn't matter, but he was too pent up for that. He was far too gone to be patient enough to prepare Nie Huaisang, and there was no way he would hurt him.

Next round, yes. But now he just wanted to come. He wanted to paint his pretty princess white with his cum, wanted to make him cry as his hand helped him through completion. Then, he would eat him out; lick him until he'd scream, taste him and spread him wide open. He would make him come on his tongue, then he would fuck him. He'd fuck a third orgasm out of his didi, maybe even a fourth, until he wouldn't be able to speak and move. He'd render his didi a mindless doll, just the way he craved it.

He gritted his teeth; the lightest touch of his didi's dainty little finger on his foreskin, and he almost ended then and there. Nie Huaisang nudged away his hand on himself, replacing it with his soft ones, barely covering part of it. His fingers were too small and his grip too loose, but it felt so deliciously sinful.

They worked on each other, their harsh breathing and the wet noises of their enjoyment loud in the silent room. His didi's little whining moans were the only music he needed in his life.

Nie Mingjue's muscles were straining from the pleasure he didn't allow himself to chase. Nie Huaisang was his priority - always.

One of his hands were around Nie Huaisang, the other gripping into his plump ass. His mouth couldn't part from his didi's delicious skin, covering his neck and throat with little bites and purple hickeys.

“So pretty, so delicious and all of this miracle, just for me.”

Their rhythm changed, both desperately chasing their orgasm.

“I'm coming! Da-ge, I'm coming!” Nie Huaisang whined. He already looked fucked out; saliva dripping from open lips, eyes rolling back. He was gorgeous. And only Nie Mingjue's.

His didi was addictive. His pretty little cock and tight hole, his soft belly and lovely neck, his desperate mewls and demanding orders - everything that made Nie Huaisang into Nie Huaisang was perfect.

At last, Nie Huaisang's orgasm shudders through him, eyes clenched and toe curled. His whimpering little sounds and delirious expression was enough to push him through the edge. Nie Huaisang's pleasure was his pleasure.

They cuddled close, panting and slowly going down from the high. He didn't want to move, and why would they? They had all the time in the world to be like that, legs and arms intertwined, hearts beating at the same rhythm, breathing each other in and closing anything else out.

“I meant what I said. You really are the prettiest, most perfect jewel. You are amazing didi,” Nie Mingjue confessed.

“And yours,” Nie Huaisang added, self-satisfaction and smugness coloring his voice.

“Mine.”

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