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 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."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He groans and pulls himself away from Huaisang. "Do I have time to nap?"

[threedontknows]

He takes a moment to fix himself, then takes up the brush and goes right back to work. "You do. You can call for a bath too, if you'd like."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron kicks him gently with his foot. "I will, dammit."

[threedontknows]

He laughs and reaches out with his brush to swipe at his arm. "Go then! I've got work to do, and if you stay here you'll just distract me."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pulls himself up to stand. "You're so fucking mean."

But he happily finds his way to the bed.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang waits a beat and then smiles to himself, twisting the paintbrush in his mouth before getting back to work.

He does pause in his work after a while to check on the progress of the bath and some light snacks before the banquet, which soon gets delivered as soon as his request is heard.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron nearly sleeps through the bath, but he hears the water and pushes himself up to actually enjoy it. Then it's back to bed, but he lounges there a while instead of sleeping. If there's one thing he's learning, it's how to simply enjoy being.

[threedontknows]

Aaron's earned being absolutely pampered. Huaisang occasionally stops his work so he can admire him lounging about in bed and soaking around in the bathtub.

When he finishes up his work he slinks back into the bed with Aaron, head laying on his legs.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Oh, are you finished being busy?" he laughs.

[threedontknows]

"I'm finished not getting attention," he tells him, curling up a little closer to him.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Mm, then let me put another braid in your hair and tell you how pretty you are," he laughs.

[threedontknows]

"Oh, yes, please," he smiles, sitting up eagerly. He pulls a pouch from his belt and reaches in to find his cherry-wood comb, handing it over to Aaron and waiting for him to begin.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pulls the comb gently through Huaisang's hair and starts to braid. He's still practicing, but it's better.

"Write you another poem. 'Silken strands of midnight grace,
Your long black hair, a tender embrace.
In moonlit whispers, it weaves a spell,
A cascade of love, where beauty dwells."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang practically purrs as Aaron pulls the comb through and says such pretty things to him. He leans back slightly, then turns his head to press a kiss to Aaron's cheek. "Do you love me or my hair?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Just your hair," he answers with a laugh. "Nothing else. Maybe your ass."