Aaron/Huaisang

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's nightfall by the time Aaron finally sees this "Impure Realm" that they took him to. He's hungry. He's filthy. He's thirsty. And there's nothing around him that's familiar. He has cigarettes in the pocket of his jeans and nothing else of his own. No note. No information.

Only the vaguely unsettling feeling that he's been deposited somewhere...wrong.

These people look like Huaisang. The robes, the way they move...it's familiar enough that, before they could unsheath their swords, he's throwing his hands out, asking for Nie Huaisang to their complete bafflement. But they loaded him up and took him. Goddamn.

Hopefully they sent someone ahead.

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[threedontknows]

He tilts his head with a groan, giving Aaron more access to his neck. "I didn't realize you were so insatiable. A man could get used to this."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Eh, I like what I like," he says, squeezing him gently. He has never, in his life, been this intimate with anyone. He's not surprised to find himself so attached to him.

"Water's gettin' cold. I'm gettin' out."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang could just reheat the water, but he’ll let Aaron go with a soft smile. He needs to wash his hair anyway.

“Are you going to dress for bed?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"With what clothes?" He asks, finding something that is probably a towel, using it to dry his hair.

He is, quite obviously, no longer shy in front of Huaisang.

[threedontknows]

"You could wear the shirt and trousers that go under the robes," he suggests, casually reaching for the rice water to pour over his hair.

But he hopes he doesn't dress. He stares with a half-smile, combing his fingers through his long hair.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He dries his hair and puts the towel back. "Don't really want to sleep in those. Guess I'm going without."

[threedontknows]

"Guess so," he smiles, reaching out of the bath for a comb. He untangles his hair carefully, looking at Aaron with dark eyes, before finally getting out of the bath and reaching for his robe.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron rolls his eyes and sits on the bed again, watching the way he moves, the way his hair falls over his shoulders. "You gotta braid them again in the morning?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang nods and sits down beside him on the bed. "It won't take me very long. I have to look presentable."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He reaches out to touch his hair, then threads his fingers through it. "So I can mess 'em up?"

[threedontknows]

“If that’s what you want,” he murmurs, pulling his fan out from his sleeve. Where he was actually carrying it will remain a ~mystery~.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron makes his choice. He kisses him soundly, trying to pull him back on top of him. "This is what I want," he complains.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang easily fits himself against him, pressing hips against hips and pillowing Aaron’s head under his arms as he returns the kiss. His damp hair slips annoyingly over his shoulder, and he pushes it back with a soft huff.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Don't," he mutters, gently tugging on the ends of his hair. "I like it."

His favorite part of him.

Well, former favorite. Certainly on the list.

[threedontknows]

He could have guessed that Aaron was fascinated by his hair; he was always playing with his braids or petting his head.

“Guess what I like about you?” he murmurs, kissing along his throat.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"No," he mutters, pulling away with a smirk. "Tell me."

[threedontknows]

“Your eyes,” he answers easily. “I’m going to write poems about your eyes. And your smile. That mouth, those lips….”

He sighs dramatically.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's cheeks turn pinkish and he draws him close but doesn't kiss him yet.

"That ain't one thing."

[threedontknows]

"I'm greedy, I can decide on just one thing," he pouts, resting his chin on his chest and looking up at him with big eyes.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, yeah, I can tell," he laughs, utterly enchanted by him. "You going to go to sleep or what?"

[threedontknows]

"You're the one who pulled me into bed, baobei! Yanked me down on top of you, started playing with my hair."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah," he tells him and there's a slight hardness in his tone. Just barely. Just below his playful laugh. "But now I want to just get some sleep."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang gives him one last pout, but rolls of him and flops beside him into the bed. "We should probably sleep, it's been a long day and you're properly exhausted by all the fun we had together."

He pulls up the blankets and lays his head on Aaron's shoulder.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah. We should." It's a surprising answer to him, but he tries not to show it.

Aaron stays awake a long while, still stroking his fingers through Huaisang's hair. He closes his eyes to try, but he's restless, feeling a bit too vulnerable.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang had sensed that Aaron needed some boundaries drawn up, which he's more than happy to provide so long as he doesn't get pushed away. He doesn't want that, he really likes Aaron.

He closes his eyes and nestles himself up against Aaron, arm draped loosely around over his stomach.