openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

"Don't get used to it," Huaisang sighs, very carefully lowering the both of them down onto the roof. As soon as they're sitting he takes his arm off of him and passes back the bottle of wine. "I don't do a lot of martial arts."

"That ain't no martial arts I've ever seen," he says once they're sitting. He takes a very long drink. "But I've only seen the white guys in real bad pants and no shirt being all sweaty on tv."

He doesn’t look surprised to hear that. Martial arts are probably fairly simple without a golden core.

“You saw people flying on their swords, so what‘s a hop to the roof?” He smiles and unwraps the second pot of wine.

"Guess you're right."

He reaches for the wine, stomach fluttering a little as he turns the movement into a kiss.

His eyebrows raise as Aaron’s lips meet his, but then he quickly presses back. Chastely though, nothing too overwhelming.

Aaron isn’t like him, which means he has to be patient if he wants more. And Huaisang can be very, very, very patient. He does, however, reach out to touch his hand.

Fortunately, Aaron has been completely and utterly charmed by him. The wine doesnt hurt, either. So the touch to his hand turns into clasped fingers and Aaron presses the kiss, closing his eyes to bask in it a while.

Huaisang feels himself melt slightly into the kiss. It’s not that he hasn’t had kisses recently, but those had been transactional. This, clearly, was not. It was real affection, plain and simple.

He very carefully takes Aaron’s clasped hand and places it on the back of his head.

Careful of the braids, he threads his fingers in Huaisang's hair, letting the kiss itself linger.

He doesn't push for anything more, just enjoys his gentle kiss.

When he does pull away, it's without a word and he finally reaches for the wine.

He'd let Aaron unweave his braids, gladly. If he grew his hair he would braid a crown into his golden head. He sighs softly when Aaron pulls back, grabbing a pot of wine for himself and lying back against the tiles, one leg crossed over the other.

He's content to stay quiet for a while, lying back on the roof beside him.

He does take his hand.

"Don't think these are the same stars," he remarks idly.

His heart leaps right into his throat as Aaron touches his hand.

"No? Maybe not," he says, nose scrunching. "They're beautiful though, aren't they? And so clear."

"Yeah. We ain't got views like this, even at home. The lights make it hard to see anything," he explains, his other arm thrown behind his head.

It’s a kind of thing that Huaisang knows happens in big cities — he recalls that all the lights of Qinghe blocks some of the views of the star.

He slides his fingers across Aaron’s knuckles.

“One of the benefits being stuck high up on a mountain.”

He turns, propping himself up on his elbow. "It's so fucking dark. How do you know some goddamn monster isn't going to sneak up on us here?"

“Arrays,” he answers, still looking out at the stars. “Complex arrays and tailsmans. There are some that have been in place since before my father was sect leader, but I’ve strengthened a fair amount.”

He turns and places his chin on his hand, grinning, “And I can safely say that I know what I’m doing.”

"Well, that is certainly a relief."

He rolls his eyes, mostly playful. "Invisible fences and barriers for invisible monsters."

“I could take you on a night hunt, but I wouldn’t want you getting frightened and running off.”

Also, ew. Night hunts. Not his scene.

Aaron shakes his head. "I just walked up a mountain on a fucking donkey, man. All I want to do is take a long fucking nap."

“Then you shouldn’t sound so eager to see a monster or a ghost,” Huaisang huffs teasingly.

He studies Aaron’s tired, but still youthful and very handsome face, and reaches out to run the tips of his fingers down his cheek.

“If you’ve finished I’ll walk you back to your rooms.”

He closes his eyes at the touch. "Yeah. Let's do that. Tomorrow we can talk."

Huaisang brushes his fingers along his chin and then gently across his lower lip. He waits just a beat before sitting up and finishing off his bottle of wine.

“Back down I suppose. Ready?”

"Guess so."

He lets the butterflies in his stomach settle before he stands up and holds fast to him.

He repeats the very graceful motion of a solid leap, this time going down and landing softly onto the paved stones below of the courtyard. He lets Aaron go with a gentle smile, quickly retrieving his fan from his sash as he leads them back towards the quest quarters.

Aaron follows behind, still holding the wine in one hand. He drinks it as they cross into the guest quarters, and he sets it on a table.

"Guess we don't have an early wake up?"

Huaisang shakes his head. “Hell no, this isn’t Cloud Recesses,” he laughs, because it’s a very funny joke to anyone who isn’t Aaron.

He steps into the threshold, but not beyond it. “Sleep as long as you’d like. The servants will deliver breakfast in the morning. When you feel like having company, ask them to send you to me.”

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