openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

He can't help grabbing his hair and tugging, wanting to see what he looks like mussed and disheveled.

Aaron does fuck him hard, losing himself almost immediately.

Huaisang arches with a low, throaty moan, scalp tingling where Aaron's tugged on it. He wants him to unravel his braids and take down his guan -- he could be such a pretty picture for him.

He feels Aaron spill in between his legs and he gasps sweetly.

The taste of Huaisang in his mouth, the feeling of his thighs around him, the sight of his pretty ass in the air with his braids spilling around him...it's more than enough. He sits back, hand on his chest as he breathes.

And despite the soft chuckle he makes, he feels a rush of emotion he wasnt expecting. Shame. Anger. Everything tied up in the Bishop's fucking voice.

But the bigger voice is his own. It’s relief.

He wipes his face before Huaisang can see the tears there.

Unaware that Aaron is having an emotional moment, he slowly turns to sprawl across the bed, his legs wet from Aaron's efforts and his own exertions. He's also aroused again, that golden core of his working overtime once he began feeling Aaron's hips rocking into his.

Finally he sees the tears in Aaron's eyes, and quickly sits up to hold his shoulders.

Aaron pushes him away, shaking his head. "I'm fine," he insists. "I'm not being a pussy. Just - "

He frowns.

He has no idea what he means, ‘being a pussy’, but he can guess. He sits back and gathers his hair from around his shoulders to one side.

“But you liked it.”

"Yeah, I did. That ain't the problem."

He shakes his head. "I just - been a long time since I did. Like it, I mean."

He nods gently, concern giving way to understanding. It’s been a long time since he was given a choice and enjoyed it.

Huaisang shuffles forward, sliding his arms around Aaron’s shoulders and pressing a very soft kiss to his lips.

Aaron returns the kiss, letting himself fall into it again. "You ready to go again already?"

He smiles against his jaw, where he’s busy planting kisses to his skin. “I am. But you don’t have to be. I’m happy to take care of myself.”

"Can I watch?" he mutters, toying with his hair. "Be more fun that way."

"I wouldn't ask you to turn away," Huaisang replies, lying back against the bed and pulling open his robe once more. His robe slips down one shoulder, a couple of braids escape from his headpiece, and his cock, eager and swollen, leaks against his thigh. He knows exactly what he must look like to Aaron -- he's more than happy to put on a show for him.

Give him something to think about during the daytime.

He starts by sliding his hand slowly down his own chest, cupping a pec and massaging a nipple into a stiff peak.

Aaron's seen porn before. He knows what this looks like. But seeing it in person, being able to reach out and touch him? That's fucking amazing.

"You are a goddamn exquisite piece of work. Like someone painted you to make you perfect."

He slides his hand along the inside of his leg, unable to help brushing his fingers along that enticing cock.

He's spent a long time trying to craft himself into this exact person, something delicate and pretty but quietly powerful when he wants to be. He arches his back as Aaron touches him again, running his hand down his stomach and through the thick hair leading down to his cock.

"You haven't seen me painted yet," he purrs, taking himself into his hand.

"I prefer seeing you like this."

He keeps his eyes on Huaisang's hand, watching the way his fingers wrap around his swollen cock, imagining those fingers on himself.

He smiles and bites at his lip, stroking himself slowly, rubbing at the tip of his cock with his thumb.

“Won’t you kiss me? I’m thinking of you, after all.”

"No," he breathes. "No, I want you to be desperate for it."

He wants to devour him, but that can wait until later. After this show.

Oh, he's going to play games with him. Huaisang loves games, especially ones that feed into his character of spoiled sect leader.

"Oh, you're so cruel to me," he gasps. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the tip of his thumb, using the slick to slowly massage the head of his aching cock.

He follows the thumb from tongue to tip with his eyes and he doesn't notice how his own lips part and he practically moans in want.

"It's not cruel. If I was cruel, I wouldn't do anything at all."

"Aiya, don't joke about such things," Huaisang babbles, hips starting to thrust up into his own hand. "Do you know what I'm thinking about?"

"Tell me," he mutters, idly planting a kiss on the inside of his thigh.

Oooh, that's cruel, having Aaron's hot breath on his thighs, so close and yet so far. He whimpers softly and squeezes the base of his cock, trying to keep himself from spilling so soon. "I'm thinking of what it will look like when you fuck me and fill me. I'm thinking of all the noises you'll make when I have your cock in my mouth."

Aaron lets out a quick breath, but those words fill his head with so much noise that he feels a little faint. So he leans down, stopping his words with a deep kiss.

Huaisang comes as soon as Aaron’s lips touch his, tongue flicking up to meet his as he rocks and groans and finally pulls away to whimper.

Aaron rests his cheek on Huaisang's chest, spreading his fingers against his ribs.

"Whoa..." he mutters, as if that might encompass all his feelings.

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