openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

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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From:

creeksidealtarboy

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

From:

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.”

From:

creeksidealtarboy

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

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

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.

From:

threedontknows

He smiles and bites at his lip, stroking himself slowly, rubbing at the tip of his cock with his thumb.

“Won’t you kiss me? I’m thinking of you, after all.”

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"No," he breathes. "No, I want you to be desperate for it."

He wants to devour him, but that can wait until later. After this show.

From:

threedontknows

Oh, he's going to play games with him. Huaisang loves games, especially ones that feed into his character of spoiled sect leader.

"Oh, you're so cruel to me," he gasps. He brings his hand up to his mouth and licks the tip of his thumb, using the slick to slowly massage the head of his aching cock.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

He follows the thumb from tongue to tip with his eyes and he doesn't notice how his own lips part and he practically moans in want.

"It's not cruel. If I was cruel, I wouldn't do anything at all."

From:

threedontknows

"Aiya, don't joke about such things," Huaisang babbles, hips starting to thrust up into his own hand. "Do you know what I'm thinking about?"

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"Tell me," he mutters, idly planting a kiss on the inside of his thigh.

From:

threedontknows

Oooh, that's cruel, having Aaron's hot breath on his thighs, so close and yet so far. He whimpers softly and squeezes the base of his cock, trying to keep himself from spilling so soon. "I'm thinking of what it will look like when you fuck me and fill me. I'm thinking of all the noises you'll make when I have your cock in my mouth."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron lets out a quick breath, but those words fill his head with so much noise that he feels a little faint. So he leans down, stopping his words with a deep kiss.

From:

threedontknows

Huaisang comes as soon as Aaron’s lips touch his, tongue flicking up to meet his as he rocks and groans and finally pulls away to whimper.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron rests his cheek on Huaisang's chest, spreading his fingers against his ribs.

"Whoa..." he mutters, as if that might encompass all his feelings.

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threedontknows

Woah definitely sums up all of Huaisang’s. He sighs softly, pausing in the middle of combing his fingers through Aaron’s hair to make a motion towards the wooden bath in the corner of the room. Seconds later, the water begins to steam.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron sits up slowly, eyeing the bath. "Did you do that?"

He hadn't seen much of his magic, save for jumping atop a roof, so he's a little astonished to see it in action with this little move.

From:

threedontknows

Huaisang just nods. “Just a talisman to heat the water,” he says, carefully sitting himself up. “I can do other more impressive things. Want to see a little?”

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"Can you show me when we're in the bath?"

Yes. We.

From:

threedontknows

Of course we. Or at the very least, Aaron in the bath whilst Huaisang dotes on him.

"I can."

Huaisang rises from the bed and finally takes off his outer robe, hands reaching up to undo his hairpiece and let his braids down. His head hurt sometimes with the weight of each braid he'd added, but it always reminded him of all the braids Mingjue never got to have.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron helps him out of his robes, sliding his hands along his shoulders and donw his back, following the braids with his fingertips.

"Are the braids special or something?"

From:

threedontknows

Huaisang takes a moment to massage out the coils of braids, unweaving them in preparation for a nice bath. "Nie family tradition," he tells him quietly.

Not the sect tradition, but his father's and mother's and his brother's tradition. If he ever had a child, they'd wear the braids as well.