openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

The whimper goes right through him, right down to his already weeping cock. "Ah -- ah." He feels like yelling already, Aaron feels so good, so that bodes well for everyone at the inn.

Spurred on by that soft cry, he goes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, like he can memorize every tight movement. He raises his head, meeting his face.

Dark eyes stare back into Aaron’s, loving and deep as he leans up and steals a kiss. “Ah, too slow,” he whines softly, canting his hips back into his. “Please, baobei, move faster.”

"In a second," he whispers. "You feel so good."

But he isn't heartless. He grasps his cock in hand, stroking him off as he moves.

Huaisang doesn’t mind not being touched; what he really wants is Aaron to keep going. He wants to get to the point where they both wring orgasms out of each other all night; he wants to be fucked, and then fuck him with body still full of his spend.

Ah, but there’s time. He needs to remind himself of that; there’s time for those things.

For the moment Huaisang settles on cultivating with him. He raises his hand to Aaron’s chest and unspools the qi from his golden core, letting it push into Aaron and sink into his veins and tendons.

It's not meant to last. He wants to go slowly now, but his own body, and the magic being pushed into him, have other plans. He eventually lets him go, but in return, he grabs at the blankets and fucks him faster, snapping his hips against him as he pants softly against his neck.

Huaisang's body thrums with energy, cycling his qi through Aaron's body and then letting it trickle slowly back into him. He groans; the feeling is sharp and clean, and he arches with a low cry with every time Aaron drives into him.

On one particular thrust he pushes his heels into Aaron's lower back and comes, gasping and screaming his name as he sees stars behind his eyes.

Aaron has never been...appreciated in such a way and so he follows shortly after, almost catching himself by surprise.

He's left panting, giving him a passionate kiss instead of words.

Huaisang doesn’t let him go as they kiss, licking into his mouth and groaning sweetly. He keeps his legs hooked around him, wanting them joined for as long as possible.

It's only when he can't stand it, when he's too uncomfortable, that he pulls away and out. "God," he moans softly.

"Which one?" Huaisang gasps, rolling onto his side with a quiet little sigh. He still feels so full and so warm; it's been a long time since he's been this satisfied.

"Mine," he mutters in reply, falling down beside him, wrapping his arms possessively around him so he can press kisses along his shoulder.

"Your god sounds terrifying," he hums, letting himself lean into Aaron's embrace. He could feel himself getting hungry, and imagining the breakfast they would have in the morning. Maybe another bath. And more shopping.

Aaron has no such thoughts in his head. He's just static. Like everything's faded out of existence and he's left with only a faint part of himself. He closes his eyes, hands light on his skin.

As Aaron hums Huaisang smiles to himself. Precious man, he wants to spoil him rotten. He can start by sending a little soothing qi into his body, letting the warmth wash over the both of them.

He sighs happily.

Aaron's not exactly in a position to refuse that. He drifts off to sleep, settling into bed comfortably beside him.

And, for once, Aaron actually sleeps in.

Huaisang, despite all popular beliefs, is in fact a morning person, he just doesn’t leave his room until much later. He wakes before Aaron does and slips out of the room, fetching water for a bath and a servant to deliver food. He wants everything ready for when Aaron does wake.

Aaron wakes with a jolt, realizing that he had slept in way past his time. He looks around, sees the bath and the food, and sighs. "Shit. You let me sleep?"

Huaisang’s already sat at the table, chopsticks in hand as he looks through a book. He smiles up at Aaron and has a bite of his pickled turnips.

“Of course I did! You needed the rest.”

"Guess so."

Self conscious in the light of day, he finds his robes and dresses quickly, tripping over the hem as he joins him at the table.

"Never learned how to use those," he says, clearing his throat as he gestures to the chopsticks.

He wish he wouldn’t be so shy; Huaisang thinks he’s gorgeous, and wouldn’t mind looking at him in the light of day. But he understands, and he can be patient.

Oh, but Nie Huaisang can be patient.

“Should I feed you?” he smiles.

"Fuck you," he snorts. "I can figure it out."

He picks up his own, studying Huaisang's fingers, and makes a few clumsy attempts before he gets something passable.

Oh, but it would have been so fun to feed him. Maybe later, if he can find some melon at the market. Then he'll suck the juices off Aaron's lips and --

Huaisang clears his throat and goes back to eating and flipping through his book. "We should spend another day out here."

"Yeah? Your people gonna be alright without you?"

He isn't looking forward to the walk back anyway.

"My people are self-sufficient. They only need me for major decisions, not the day-to-day."

He has good people he trusts doing all the rest.

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