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]

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.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang absolutely isn't ready for Aaron to slow down yet. He sits back onto the pillow, pulling Aaron down with him and bucking his hips up to make the bigger man bounce on his cock. "That's it, that's it, nice and face."

[creeksidealtarboy]

With him dictating the pace, Aaron leans back, arching his back as he rocks on him. He turns his head, twisting so he can kiss him properly.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang cups his head and pushes his tongue into Aaron's mouth, feeling himself tighten from his inside out. He pulls back with a soft gasp and covers Aaron's cock with his hand, rubbing in quick circles despite him already having spilled twice as he spends inside of him.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron rests back on his shoulder, panting and wrung out but Huaisang, as always, coaxes one more out of him before he grips the back of his neck.

"No more," he begs with a laugh. "Fuck...no more..."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang jerks a few more times inside of him, kissing Aaron again slowly. "Mm. You just feel so good..."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He slumps back against him, panting, trying to suck in a deep breath, trying to control his breathing.

"Fuck you," he laughs.

[threedontknows]

"Maybe later." He kisses down his neck, then adjusts the robes back around Aaron's shoulders. "When we've recovered. We have a banquet to attend."