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]

He takes Aaron’s thumb into his mouth and slowly sucks, staring back up at him with the most wanton look he can possibly manage. He licks the pad of his finger and raises his hips again, grinding against Aaron.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron grips his chin with that same hand, grinning down at him. "That ain't an answer," he teases, letting him go so he can lean down and kiss his neck.

[threedontknows]

“Do you want me?” Huaisang asks, completely breathless. His fingers grip into his back, leaving little marks of pressure everywhere he lingers.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah," comes a very brief, very breathy answer.

[threedontknows]

He really wants him. Huaisang raises his head and kisses along his bare shoulder, then bites gently. “Good, because I want you to fuck me.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits up quickly, staring down at him again, trying to ascertain if he's being fucked with or not.

"Alright," he finally decides.

[threedontknows]

He is definitely not fucking with him, he wants to be fucked. He wants Aaron to fuck him open and claim him roughly, he wants to be soothed with a kiss and filled completely. He wants to fill him back in turn, every inch and piece of him, until he glows as brightly as his sun-colored hair.

“By the washtub there’s a small bottle of oil,” he smiles. He’d left it there on purpose.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Oil? For - oh yeah. Right."

He and Alex had never fucked properly before, after all, but it's not exactly a science.

"Get comfortable," he tells him, sliding off of the bed and reaching for the small bottle. "You planned this, huh?"

[threedontknows]

“I maybe laid some of the groundwork,” Huaisang says, sliding his robe off his shoulders and tossing his aside. He lays back against the bed and adjusts his hair a little, wanting to look pretty for Aaron. “But the rest was just luck.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"This is one - " he turns around, sees him splayed out like a delicious feast, and has to pause.

"Uh - this is one fucking manipulation I'll allow from you."

He leans down, kissing him soundly.

[threedontknows]

It was an innocent manipulation! One with only very good intentions behind it that would find Aaron bedded.

But thankfully his charms seem to distract Aaron, and he slides his arms around his neck to drag him down and kiss him back, legs hooking around his hips.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's ready for him already and as he's dragged down, he slides a finger inside of him.

[threedontknows]

He molds himself against him, perfectly relaxed as Aaron pushes that first finger inside. He whimpers sweetly, not from the pressure but from his own impatience. He wants him now.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron bites gently along his jaw, pressing another finger inside. He is just as impatient, just as needy, and he rocks his hips against Huaisang's in desperation.

[threedontknows]

Aaron’s cock ruts perfectly against his thigh, Huaisang raising himself up to meet each thrust of his fingers inside of him. Normally he likes to lie back and let people lavish attention on him, very much a spoiled consort, but not this time. This time he’s groaning and gasping for him, hands digging into his arms to drag him closer and closer.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron groans deeply in need and sits up, pulling his fingers away and, after spreading the bit of the oil, replaces them with his cock. He drives in slowly, back arched as he presses his forehead against Huaisang's chest.

"Oh god," he mutters.

[threedontknows]

Aaron may have been moving slowly, but finally getting stretched open and filled by him brings tears to Huaisang's eyes. He gasps and hooks his legs together.

Oh, hell, he didn't put up a silencing talisman. Everyone was going to hear Nie-zongzhu screaming tonight. Ah well. He's not going to muzzle himself just to make everyone else comfortable.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It doesn't take long for Aaron to find his rhythm. He gasps softly, digging his feet into the bed and grabbing his hips for purchase. "Fuck!"

He actually whimpers a bit.

"Fuck."

[threedontknows]

The whimper goes right through him, right down to his already weeping cock. "Ah -- ah." He feels like yelling already, Aaron feels so good, so that bodes well for everyone at the inn.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Spurred on by that soft cry, he goes deeper, his movements slow and deliberate, like he can memorize every tight movement. He raises his head, meeting his face.

[threedontknows]

Dark eyes stare back into Aaron’s, loving and deep as he leans up and steals a kiss. “Ah, too slow,” he whines softly, canting his hips back into his. “Please, baobei, move faster.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"In a second," he whispers. "You feel so good."

But he isn't heartless. He grasps his cock in hand, stroking him off as he moves.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang doesn’t mind not being touched; what he really wants is Aaron to keep going. He wants to get to the point where they both wring orgasms out of each other all night; he wants to be fucked, and then fuck him with body still full of his spend.

Ah, but there’s time. He needs to remind himself of that; there’s time for those things.

For the moment Huaisang settles on cultivating with him. He raises his hand to Aaron’s chest and unspools the qi from his golden core, letting it push into Aaron and sink into his veins and tendons.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's not meant to last. He wants to go slowly now, but his own body, and the magic being pushed into him, have other plans. He eventually lets him go, but in return, he grabs at the blankets and fucks him faster, snapping his hips against him as he pants softly against his neck.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang's body thrums with energy, cycling his qi through Aaron's body and then letting it trickle slowly back into him. He groans; the feeling is sharp and clean, and he arches with a low cry with every time Aaron drives into him.

On one particular thrust he pushes his heels into Aaron's lower back and comes, gasping and screaming his name as he sees stars behind his eyes.