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 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.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron pushes him away, shaking his head. "I'm fine," he insists. "I'm not being a pussy. Just - "

He frowns.

[threedontknows]

He has no idea what he means, ‘being a pussy’, but he can guess. He sits back and gathers his hair from around his shoulders to one side.

“But you liked it.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, I did. That ain't the problem."

He shakes his head. "I just - been a long time since I did. Like it, I mean."

[threedontknows]

He nods gently, concern giving way to understanding. It’s been a long time since he was given a choice and enjoyed it.

Huaisang shuffles forward, sliding his arms around Aaron’s shoulders and pressing a very soft kiss to his lips.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron returns the kiss, letting himself fall into it again. "You ready to go again already?"

[threedontknows]

He smiles against his jaw, where he’s busy planting kisses to his skin. “I am. But you don’t have to be. I’m happy to take care of myself.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Can I watch?" he mutters, toying with his hair. "Be more fun that way."

[threedontknows]

"I wouldn't ask you to turn away," Huaisang replies, lying back against the bed and pulling open his robe once more. His robe slips down one shoulder, a couple of braids escape from his headpiece, and his cock, eager and swollen, leaks against his thigh. He knows exactly what he must look like to Aaron -- he's more than happy to put on a show for him.

Give him something to think about during the daytime.

He starts by sliding his hand slowly down his own chest, cupping a pec and massaging a nipple into a stiff peak.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's seen porn before. He knows what this looks like. But seeing it in person, being able to reach out and touch him? That's fucking amazing.

"You are a goddamn exquisite piece of work. Like someone painted you to make you perfect."

He slides his hand along the inside of his leg, unable to help brushing his fingers along that enticing cock.

[threedontknows]

He's spent a long time trying to craft himself into this exact person, something delicate and pretty but quietly powerful when he wants to be. He arches his back as Aaron touches him again, running his hand down his stomach and through the thick hair leading down to his cock.

"You haven't seen me painted yet," he purrs, taking himself into his hand.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I prefer seeing you like this."

He keeps his eyes on Huaisang's hand, watching the way his fingers wrap around his swollen cock, imagining those fingers on himself.