openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

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."

Aaron pushes a finger inside of himself with a half-laugh, raising his chin as he feels the oh-so-familiar pressure. But this time, with Huaisang watching, there's an entire other element to it and it makes him dizzy.

He sighs happily, brushing damp hair from his face so he can see Aaron more clearly as he pleasures himself. He won't make him wait very long before he has him, but this is just too delicious to pass up. "That's perfect. Stick your hips out a little, I want to see how much you're aching."

"I ain't a fucking contortionist," he manages to gasp, but raises his hips slightly, showing off his cock. He's aching so much that he's dripping, fit to burst.

"But you're doing such a wonderful job for me!"

He finally decides to take pity on his poor love, stepping out from the tub and quickly pinning Aaron back onto the floor. He kisses all along his neck and down to his nipples, ravenous in his appetite for him.

He raises one arm over his head and sighs happily, raising his hips up towards him. "Fuck..." he breathes out, biting back a moan.

He bites and sucks at one nipple until it's hard and swollen, then moves onto the other one while his fingers dig into Aaron's muscly hips. He pushes him down and continues leaving bruising marks into his skin, groaning softly as he finally leaves him to slick up his fingers and prick.

Aaron gasps a little when he leaves him, but he quickly leans back again, raising his hips for him. He knows how to give him a little show, now that he knows what he's getting.

Gods, he's so breathtaking. He openly stares at him, sinking in between his legs and taking Aaron's cock into his hand. He locks eyes with him as he caresses his length, getting him inadvertently slick with the oil.

Aaron groans. "I thought you were going to fuck me," he mutters. "I'm open already. You'll feel amazing."

"I just can't help but touch you." But he wants to have him, his own ironclad patience wearing out completely as Aaron writhes and groans. He grabs Aaron's hips hard enough to bruise and sinks himself into his ass, gasping softly as the velvety heat envelops him.

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