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 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.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron has never been...appreciated in such a way and so he follows shortly after, almost catching himself by surprise.

He's left panting, giving him a passionate kiss instead of words.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang doesn’t let him go as they kiss, licking into his mouth and groaning sweetly. He keeps his legs hooked around him, wanting them joined for as long as possible.

[creeksidealtarboy]

It's only when he can't stand it, when he's too uncomfortable, that he pulls away and out. "God," he moans softly.

[threedontknows]

"Which one?" Huaisang gasps, rolling onto his side with a quiet little sigh. He still feels so full and so warm; it's been a long time since he's been this satisfied.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Mine," he mutters in reply, falling down beside him, wrapping his arms possessively around him so he can press kisses along his shoulder.

[threedontknows]

"Your god sounds terrifying," he hums, letting himself lean into Aaron's embrace. He could feel himself getting hungry, and imagining the breakfast they would have in the morning. Maybe another bath. And more shopping.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron has no such thoughts in his head. He's just static. Like everything's faded out of existence and he's left with only a faint part of himself. He closes his eyes, hands light on his skin.

[threedontknows]

As Aaron hums Huaisang smiles to himself. Precious man, he wants to spoil him rotten. He can start by sending a little soothing qi into his body, letting the warmth wash over the both of them.

He sighs happily.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's not exactly in a position to refuse that. He drifts off to sleep, settling into bed comfortably beside him.

And, for once, Aaron actually sleeps in.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang, despite all popular beliefs, is in fact a morning person, he just doesn’t leave his room until much later. He wakes before Aaron does and slips out of the room, fetching water for a bath and a servant to deliver food. He wants everything ready for when Aaron does wake.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wakes with a jolt, realizing that he had slept in way past his time. He looks around, sees the bath and the food, and sighs. "Shit. You let me sleep?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang’s already sat at the table, chopsticks in hand as he looks through a book. He smiles up at Aaron and has a bite of his pickled turnips.

“Of course I did! You needed the rest.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Guess so."

Self conscious in the light of day, he finds his robes and dresses quickly, tripping over the hem as he joins him at the table.

"Never learned how to use those," he says, clearing his throat as he gestures to the chopsticks.