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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[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron laughs deeply in his chest, a soft sound that he doesn't bother hiding. And with Huaisang nice and hard, he fucks his mouth on his cock.

[threedontknows]

The only sound Aaron gets is the sound of his brush on the page and letters folding and opening. The distraction is helping him to stay harder longer, though he reaches down again with his free hand to cup the back of Aaron's head and guide his pace a little.

At the sound of a knocking at the door he doesn't even bat an eyelash. "Enter."

"Your Excellency," a quiet Lan disciple says. "I don't mean to bother you, but I wanted to go over some of the details of the banquet."

Huaisang pushes his fingers through Aaron's hair. "Please, I'd love to know what the Lan has in store for us."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron pauses only a moment, but Huaisang's words are in his ears. He's silent but moves faster against him, defying the pace that's been set for him.

His fingers grip his legs, digging nails into him.

[threedontknows]

Oh, someone came to play. Huaisang smiles and listens to the Lan disciple discuss seating arrangements and the flow of courses and lectures. It's a Lan banquet, of course there would be a lecture.

He twists his fingers in Aaron's hair and tugs. "And the nature of this lecture?"

It's a dangerous game.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Huaisang isn't dismissing him, which means that he wants this little game to go on. Aaron raises up slightly at the fingers in his hair, but he continues to move, hollowing out his cheeks.

Who cares about a fucking lecture?

[threedontknows]

He allows the Lan disciple to go on and on for a while before he dismisses him, waiting until the door shuts again before sitting back so he can look down into Aaron's face. "Is your jaw tired yet?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits back with a grin.

"Why? Do you want to fuck me on your desk?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang strokes his wet cock slowly from base to tip, looking down into Aaron's face with a downright lecherous look. "I would. Get on the desk."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron crawls out from underneath the desk. He considers his position, but there's something dirty and fun about this. Something quick.

He lowers his trousers and leans over the desk, pushing aside parchment and ink bottles, giving his ass a wiggle.

[threedontknows]

He should be proud of Aaron for being such an unabashed whore for him. He sighs as he brings out the bottle of oil and sinks his fingers into him. He’s hot and tight and Huaisang wriggles and pushes until he’s able to stroke against his prostate.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He moans, pushing back against his fingers.

"Did you soundproof the place?" he gasps out.

[threedontknows]

“No,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss his lower back. “Should I?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He turns and looks over his shoulder at him.

"Might be a good idea."

[threedontknows]

Perfect, beautiful Aaron. Huaisang pulls back and brings a paper talisman out from his sleeve, drawing a quick symbol in the air and slamming the talisman with some force to stick against the wall.

“There, now you can be as loud as you want,” he hisses, three fingers entering Aaron.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron cries out as he does so, not expecting it just as quickly after. But he doesn't bother keeping his voice low.

"God...just take me..." he begs.

[threedontknows]

He growls low as he digs his hands into his hips. "Be nice and loud for me, Aaron." He starts to push inside of him, going nice and slow so that Aaron feels every inch.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He grips the table and cries out, as much for himself as it is for Huaisang. It makes him feel good, spurs him on, and Aaron gets to let out all of the emotions that he keeps tucked away in public.

[threedontknows]

Aaron knows exactly why he wants to hear him cry and whine and gasp — it’s that loss of careful control that he loves so well. He bottoms out inside of him with a low sigh, then begins to rock, quick, sharp thrust of his hips snapping against Aaron’s.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron yells out once he's all the way inside, grabbing at the table with his fingertips. He finds purchase in the edge of the table and rocks back against him, aching for the hard, rough fuck.

[threedontknows]

He hisses happily as he buries himself inside of him over and over, hand sliding up to grip the back of his head. Huaisang pulls his head back and leans over him, nipping at his shoulder. "Mine."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yes," he gasps, breathless as his head is snapped back. He pushes back into him, toes curling as Huaisang hits him in just the right spot. "Yours, all fucking yours."

[threedontknows]

"I can have you on your knees or across this desk whenever I want. And do you know why?" He flicks his tongue along his earlobe and gives a particularly hard thrust inside of him. "Because you want it too."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron laughs but it's a strangled sound as that last thrust pushes him almost to the edge. He digs into the desk again.

"Then fuck me like I want it," he demands.

[threedontknows]

He laughs, low and in the back of his throat, pulling himself back to grasp Aaron’s hips tightly. He bucks into him hard, once, twice, then begins to fuck him at a grueling pace, barely giving Aaron time to catch his breath.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He comes undone almost immediately, crying out as he climaxes once and then again only a moment later from the continued pressure inside of him. He's wrung out and exhausted, but he begs for more.