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 reaches up for Aaron’s inner tunic and trousers, stroking along the body underneath the fine cloth. “Can I see you?” he breathes, letting the ability to control himself slip away slightly. He trembled, gasped, stared at Aaron like a feast just out of reach.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's all in the asking. He nods, shrugging out of his tunic and sliding the trousers down from his hips. He's warm to the touch, all fire in his skin as he takes Huaisang's hand and kisses it.

"I want to taste you," he purrs, fingers trailing along the outer robe Huaisang so wisely kept on.

[threedontknows]

He catches Aaron’s hand in his, hungry for him, and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, inviting him to share in the feast. He groans and bucks his hips gently.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Oh God.

Those lips around his fingers are divine, and he catches a soft moan before it can get too loud.

He leans down and kisses his neck, sliding Huaisang out of his trousers. He wastes no time, taking him into his mouth.

He's not gay, but he can suck cock like a dream.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang's eyes widen slightly as Aaron's mouth engulfs him. He's by no means small - proportional, he'd say - and Aaron's taken him down without a moment of hesitation. Not a choke or a gag or a sputter.

He sighs and caresses his hair, keeping himself still for the time being.

"Do I taste like you'd imagined? I bet you're delicious too."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He can't exactly answer, occupied as he is, but he does dig his fingers into Huaisang's leg, closing his eyes. He moans deep in the back of his throat, rising up just enough to flick his tongue against the tip.

He imagines their walk, the way people looked at him. He's desperate for the braids in his hair and the touch of his hand.

And that fan.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang doesn't need Aaron to answer, he's already determined the answer for himself. He gasps into the air as Aaron tongues the underside of his cock and along his swollen head, practically seeing stars already.

"Will you let me rock into your mouth, Aaron? You feel so good, baobei, let me enjoy you, please."

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's the asking that does it. The asking, the small care, makes something unclench in his chest.

He rises up again, gives him a nod, and takes him into his mouth again, prepared for the movement.

[threedontknows]

He feels a surge of affection for him, and cups his head tenderly as he begins to gently thrust up into his hot, wet mouth. He'll take care of him. He'll be gentle and sweet and appreciate him thoroughly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

One hand grips the blankets tightly, tugging them closer to him as he moans out again. He makes sure that Huaisang can hear him. What's the point of being quiet, after all?

[threedontknows]

One day he’d love to have Aaron on his back, hands in those golden strands as he fucks his mouth. He imagines how gorgeous he’d be, all the sweet noises he’d make, the tears at the corners of his eyes as he used him so well—

Huaisang grips in Aaron’s hair a little tighter as a warning, thrusting up a little faster. “If you don’t want me spilling down your throat, you’d best move your head, baobei.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron does move away, hand replacing mouth as he kisses his lips, letting him taste himself.

He's aching himself and he moans in want.

[threedontknows]

He tastes his own bitterness on his tongue, on Aaron’s tongue. He spills over his fist, head turning so he can bring his sleeve up to his mouth as his orgasm shatters his resolve.

Gods, the golden-haired man with eyes as bright as the sky. He undid him completely.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron moves his hand and spreads his fingers on his chest, pressing down onto him as he bites his lip.

"Aw, fuck, you look even better like this."

[threedontknows]

He gasps for air, hips still rolling slightly as Aaron continues to touch and kiss him. He reaches for his hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth, once more tasting himself, this time on Aaron’s pretty fingers.

He rolls his tongue slowly and looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron buries his face in his pretty neck, biting him right where the skin is most sensitive.

"I could do that every goddamn night," he mutters.

[threedontknows]

He answers with a soft hum of agreement; he very much would like to do the same.

Huaisang finally pulls his head back, letting Aaron’s fingers go with a soft ‘pop’. “Would you like to fuck my thighs? They’re soft…and I can squeeze tightly.”

He smiles innocently.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron looks unsure for a moment. Not because he doesn't want to, but because he's never done that before. But his desire, hot and fiery, sweeps through him and he nods.

"Yeah, alright."

[threedontknows]

To illustrate further, Huaisang turns onto his stomach and raises up his robe. His legs push together good and tight for him, hips wriggling playfully.

“I’ll make you feel good. Come here and fuck me.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits back, running his tongue along his hand, stroking himself with it. Then he pushes his cock between Huaisang's legs and -

Oh goddamn. That is very good.

He moans softly, grabbing his hips, pushing himself between his legs.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang holds his breath as Aaron crawls over him, exhaling softly as his cock slides in between his willing thighs, bumping against his more sensitive, more intimate parts.

“Yes,” he groans, grabbing at the sheets and pushing back up against him. “Fuck your gege good.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He can't help grabbing his hair and tugging, wanting to see what he looks like mussed and disheveled.

Aaron does fuck him hard, losing himself almost immediately.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang arches with a low, throaty moan, scalp tingling where Aaron's tugged on it. He wants him to unravel his braids and take down his guan -- he could be such a pretty picture for him.

He feels Aaron spill in between his legs and he gasps sweetly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

The taste of Huaisang in his mouth, the feeling of his thighs around him, the sight of his pretty ass in the air with his braids spilling around him...it's more than enough. He sits back, hand on his chest as he breathes.

And despite the soft chuckle he makes, he feels a rush of emotion he wasnt expecting. Shame. Anger. Everything tied up in the Bishop's fucking voice.

But the bigger voice is his own. It’s relief.

He wipes his face before Huaisang can see the tears there.

[threedontknows]

Unaware that Aaron is having an emotional moment, he slowly turns to sprawl across the bed, his legs wet from Aaron's efforts and his own exertions. He's also aroused again, that golden core of his working overtime once he began feeling Aaron's hips rocking into his.

Finally he sees the tears in Aaron's eyes, and quickly sits up to hold his shoulders.