openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

That's his man.

"The Lan are known for their bland food, but at least they keep it hot. It's as decadent as they're willing to go." He chuckles. "You know, they have a place where they soak their wounds. The waters are supposed to heal flesh faster, and of course it's ice cold, because they couldn't even have a hot spring."

Aaron groans.

"I want to go home," he laughs. "And get drunk with you properly."

Home.

Huaisang melts at the thought. Their home.

"Tomorrow evening we can go home, my love. You can be patient."

"Guess so," he laughs and flicks a bit of water on him. "But can you?"

He casually reaches out and grabs Aaron by the front of his immaculate robes, pulling him towards him with a surprising amount of strength. He plants a hard kiss on his lips, gently licking at his lips to get him to open up to him.

Aaron laughs and tries to pull back, but he doesn't actually mean it. "You're going to get me all wet!"

As soon as Aaron speaks he pulls him down again and pushes his tongue into his mouth, taking what he wants because he absolutely can. He does allow him to move back so he doesn't take a dunk in his bath water, hand wandering slowly down the front of his robes.

"I can be patient. Years, if need be, but thankfully we don't have to wait that long."

Aaron scrambles back with a laugh. "Your Excellency, you're gonna hurt yourself like that. Here. Let me." And there, sprawled back in the floor, he pulls his robes apart and slides his trousers down.

"So thoughtful to your zongzhu," he purrs, taking a moment just to watch him undress himself. "Are you going to give me a show?"

He shrugs. "If you consider this a show. You're the one in the bath," he reminds him. "Tell me what you want."

He twists so he can put his head into his propped-up hand, raking his eyes along his body lecherously. This is a show, one fit for the chief cultivator.

“Lick your fingers and touch one of your nipples. Slow.”

Aaron glances down, flicking his tongue against his fingers, then, with deliberate effort, drags that hand down to his chest, along one of his nipples. He circles it, moaning softly. "I'm already hard again," he whispers.

He can certainly see that Aaron's becoming excited again. He sighs softly, tracing the long, sculpted lines of his body with his eyes.

"If I keep telling you what to do, would you be comfortable with that?"

He has to be certain; Aaron's heart is in his hands.

Aaron couldn't love him more than he does in this moment. "Yeah," he assures him. "I trust you." He can back out at any moment. He can get up and walk away and Huaisang would be disappointed, but he wouldn't make it Aaron's problem. He wouldn't take it out on him.

That makes the difference.

He smiles warmly, momentarily breaking character for their little game. He'll fight every day to continue to earn that trust.

"Tell me to stop if it's too much," he tells him gently. "You know I will."

And then he becomes the lofty, self-important chief cultivator again, lying back again in the tub with his gaze firmly trained on him.

"The other nipple now. Cup your tit for me, show me how pretty you can be for your zongzhu."

He sits up a little more, moving towards the tub, and takes a moment to press a kiss to his cheek, an acknowledgement of the love between them, and rises up to his knees, doing exactly what he says. He moves his hand over, flicking his tongue to his fingers first, and squeezes the nipple there for him.

“Oh,” he sighs, mouth watering slightly. He wants to take that pink nipple into his mouth and suck and suck until he’s whimpering. Huaisang smiles and shifts a little uncomfortably in his tub.

“Now your cock. Take your cock into your hand and stroke yourself exactly like you enjoy being touched.”

He slides his hand down his stomach, between his legs, and wraps his fingers around his cock. Gently, he strikes himself, tugs and lets a small groan escape.

Gods, yes. Yes. He worries his lower lip with his teeth as his hand disappears underneath the water, cupping and massaging his cock against his palm. "More. Think about me as you make yourself nice and hard."

Aaron can see him touching himself and he smiles, biting his bottom lip for a moment, stroking himself into hardness as he starts to rock into his hand. "I'm aching already," he whines.

"I know, my treasure," he coos, "I know. You can stop that now. I want you to suck on your fingers. Get them nice and wet and slick, my darling."

Aaron feels an odd thrill at the command and he can't help a little grin as he pulls his hand away and sucks his fingers down. He makes it a bit of a show for him, closing his eyes and letting out a soft moan, imagining them inside of him.

He hums quietly, pleased and aroused and desperate to tackle Aaron to the ground and have him. But he's patient, so patient, and he shifts again in the bath so that he's sitting on both knees, chin propped on top of his arms on the side of the tub. "Do you think you're wet enough to fuck yourself with your fingers?"

His eyebrows raise and he leans back, sliding his fingers between spread legs. "I'd rather you fuck me," he purrs.

"I'm going to fuck you senseless, but first I want you to fuck yourself," he says, smiling in mock innocence. "I want to see what you can do to yourself."

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