openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

Good, he doesn't have to fucking say it. Instead, he unties the robe, letting the ties fall, dragging his hips closer to him.

"Yeah? Guess I will eventually. You and your braids and this robe and that goddamn fucking fan."

He finds the trousers underneath and slides his thumb under the top hem, leaning in to kiss him as he does so.

He makes a fetching scene if he does say so himself, sitting on the grand Nie throne with his folded fan tapping against his palm as he listens to trade agreements and smaller clan tiffs. And he's glad that Aaron would agree, and even more relieved that he thought to wear his silk drawers and tunic with the embroidered hems. His heavier robes slide over his shoulders, but he doesn't let them fall to the ground quite yet.

Huaisang cups the back of Aaron's head and brings him close, nipping at his lips and trying to ease the sash off of his waist. "You'd look pretty in silver," he sighs.

"All those light colors," he drawls, trailing his fingers along Huaisang's newly exposed shoulder. He lets the other man do as he wish, the sash falling from his clothing with only minimal effort.

"You make me look like a goddamn angel."

"Aren't you?" His fingers trail through his golden hair. "You can't keep your secret from me, you're from heaven. I want to adorn you with precious things and then slowly taken them off of you, debauch you like the demon I am."

Aaron looks up at him, into his face, and makes a decision. He trusts this man. It's a difficult admission to make, considering his past, but they aren't just playful banter. They're actual friends and the first person that he trusted with his secret outright.

It's not really a difficult decision once it's all laid out in front of him.

"Maybe I'll let you do that."

Knowing Aaron’s background, knowing what he’s asking, his heart melts when he gives him his answer.

He surges forward and kisses him again, walking Aaron back slowly around the low furniture and towards the bed.

He follows his lead, taking a few steps back until his knees knock into the bed and he sits down with a bright laugh.

Then his hands are on Huaisang again, desperate to feel skin under his fingers.

Huaisang crawls over him, settling easily on top of Aaron’s lap. He lets him explore, though keeps his outer robe on so he could continue looking like a coquette.

It's a lovely choice, he must say. But he slides his hands along his shoulders and around to the back of his neck.

"You are so goddamn pretty," he purrs, hands trailing down between his legs.

He smiles softly as Aaron’s hand continues to drift. His eyelids become heavy as he’s touched, fire in his belly at the slow exploration.

“Tell me just how pretty you think I am.”

"Prettier than anyone I've ever met," he says, finding his cock with his fingers. He strokes him gently through the outside of his trousers as he looks into his face. "Like somethin' out of a dream."

“I might be a dream, baobei,” he sighs, arching his back as he’s touched. “Or you might be the dream. Ah…your hand…I can’t stand to not feel you. Push me down and help me out of your trousers.”

"Beg me for it and I'll think about it," he says with a little laugh. He's surprisingly alright taking orders, but he is going to challenge them. It's cathartic to say no, even though he's going to do it.

He gently pushes him down onto the bed.

Huaisang reaches up for Aaron’s inner tunic and trousers, stroking along the body underneath the fine cloth. “Can I see you?” he breathes, letting the ability to control himself slip away slightly. He trembled, gasped, stared at Aaron like a feast just out of reach.

It's all in the asking. He nods, shrugging out of his tunic and sliding the trousers down from his hips. He's warm to the touch, all fire in his skin as he takes Huaisang's hand and kisses it.

"I want to taste you," he purrs, fingers trailing along the outer robe Huaisang so wisely kept on.

He catches Aaron’s hand in his, hungry for him, and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, inviting him to share in the feast. He groans and bucks his hips gently.

Oh God.

Those lips around his fingers are divine, and he catches a soft moan before it can get too loud.

He leans down and kisses his neck, sliding Huaisang out of his trousers. He wastes no time, taking him into his mouth.

He's not gay, but he can suck cock like a dream.

Huaisang's eyes widen slightly as Aaron's mouth engulfs him. He's by no means small - proportional, he'd say - and Aaron's taken him down without a moment of hesitation. Not a choke or a gag or a sputter.

He sighs and caresses his hair, keeping himself still for the time being.

"Do I taste like you'd imagined? I bet you're delicious too."

He can't exactly answer, occupied as he is, but he does dig his fingers into Huaisang's leg, closing his eyes. He moans deep in the back of his throat, rising up just enough to flick his tongue against the tip.

He imagines their walk, the way people looked at him. He's desperate for the braids in his hair and the touch of his hand.

And that fan.

Huaisang doesn't need Aaron to answer, he's already determined the answer for himself. He gasps into the air as Aaron tongues the underside of his cock and along his swollen head, practically seeing stars already.

"Will you let me rock into your mouth, Aaron? You feel so good, baobei, let me enjoy you, please."

It's the asking that does it. The asking, the small care, makes something unclench in his chest.

He rises up again, gives him a nod, and takes him into his mouth again, prepared for the movement.

He feels a surge of affection for him, and cups his head tenderly as he begins to gently thrust up into his hot, wet mouth. He'll take care of him. He'll be gentle and sweet and appreciate him thoroughly.

One hand grips the blankets tightly, tugging them closer to him as he moans out again. He makes sure that Huaisang can hear him. What's the point of being quiet, after all?

One day he’d love to have Aaron on his back, hands in those golden strands as he fucks his mouth. He imagines how gorgeous he’d be, all the sweet noises he’d make, the tears at the corners of his eyes as he used him so well—

Huaisang grips in Aaron’s hair a little tighter as a warning, thrusting up a little faster. “If you don’t want me spilling down your throat, you’d best move your head, baobei.”

Aaron does move away, hand replacing mouth as he kisses his lips, letting him taste himself.

He's aching himself and he moans in want.

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