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 called him 'His Excellency'. He knows Aaron is clever enough to understand what the title means; he's incredible. Wonderful!

Huaisang hums softly and rocks up into his mouth, careful not to hurt or overwhelm him.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He takes him deeply, learning how to move his tongue to make him writhe, learning what makes him squirm.

"Fuck," he breathes, taking a break to worship him with his tongue.

[threedontknows]

He does enough with his lips and tongue, lapping at him like the sweetest dessert, that Huaisang steadily begins to come undone. He cups Aaron's face, a soft exhale of warning escaping his lips, before his hips buck and his back arches as he spends.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron moves away, just watching Huaisang's face. "You're so beautiful."

[threedontknows]

He brings his arm up over his head, sleeve covering everything except for the exhausted smile on his face.

No, Aaron is the the beautiful one. Exotic and bright-eyed and lovely.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron leans down and kisses his stomach, his hips, then his lips. "You awake now?"

[threedontknows]

"I was never not awake," he laughs, grabbing him in a quick embrace. "Just lazy! But yes, yes. I'm much better now."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Good. Now you can get my breakfast."

He flops away from him and onto his back.

[threedontknows]

Of course he was going to get him his breakfast after getting his prick sucked like that! Huaisang respects the work of all artists.

He closes the hangings around the bed and invites the servants in to bring in their tea and food and his correspondence. He thanks them with a softly polite bow and returns to Aaron with a bun in his mouth, a bowl of melon in hand which he then holds out to him with a smile.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits up and takes a bite out of the bun in his mouth instead.

"Thanks."

And the melon is snatched as he lies on his back, bowl on his stomach.

[threedontknows]

Devious little…

Huaisang sighs a little dreamily and lies down beside him, picking up pieces of the melon and indulgently feeding Aaron.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron shrugs with a playful grin, accepting the melon as it comes.

"You gonna do this when we get back?"

[threedontknows]

“If you’ll let me,” he smiles, feeding him another piece of fruit.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Depends," he laughs, taking his hand. "Maybe I'll graduate and you can come to my fucking awesome room."

[threedontknows]

He laughs softly. "I think maybe...I could be happy with you anywhere." He gestures with his other hand. "That doesn't mean I won't complain."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Maybe. But I'm happy with you now."

He pushes himself up. "I'm gonna take a walk while you're working this morning."

[threedontknows]

"Visit the Eastern garden if you can," he smiles. "It's my favorite."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Sure," he laughs, getting out of bed so he can dress properly.

[threedontknows]

Not to mention he personally had the gardens rebuilt after his brother had succumbed to his illness. The Impure Realm looks as beautiful as it once did years and years ago when he was young, as was appropriate for a great clan.

He finishes his bun and sits down at the table to get a little work done in the morning. "Your robes are hanging behind the divider."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He brushes his hand along Huaisang's shoulders as he passes, taking paper and a pen with him as he walks out.

He sits outside in the Eastern Garden, the paper in his lap, working on a new poem.

[threedontknows]

Nie Huaisang waits until Aaron is actually out of sight before he covers his face with his hands and laughs to himself, giddy and a little lovesick.

Answering correspondence is so much nicer with something to look forward to. He takes care of business and then rises a few hours later, ready for lunch with Aaron.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron doesn't return for lunch. He's lost himself in the gardens, in his words, legs crossed as he leans back against a tree.

[threedontknows]

Nie Huaisang doesn't mind getting a little air, but the gardens of the Impure Realm are vast and winding. He uses a little trick - a little bit of a location spell to find the general area where Aaron is roaming. He follows the little sparkling butterfly on to where Aaron is currently enjoying himself.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron glances over at the light footsteps. "Hey," he says with a smile. "Oh shit, what time is it?"

[threedontknows]

He sits himself down beside him and produces a bundle of lunch - to go! "Time for you to eat something," he says, handing over some roasted meats and steamed pancakes.