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 can tell when the playing has ceased with Aaron. He pulls his arms back and sits up, smiling as he goes to fetch those robes he'd fetched for him.

"Here." He pats the silk and goes to look through his stash of wine, giving Aaron privacy if it's needed.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Every time Huaisang reads him so well, every time he responds appropriately, Aaron falls a little more for him. He follows him to the wine and pulls him into a kiss, a silent show of gratitude.

[threedontknows]

He's surprised by the affection, as he was the last time Aaron woke him to fuck. But he's grateful too, and kisses him back gently in return.

"Go get changed," he says softly, bumping their foreheads together sweetly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, alright."

He doesn't mind changing in front of him now and he slips into the silken robes with a laugh.

"Fuck me...I want to take these with me when we go back."

[threedontknows]

He finds the bottle of wine he'd been searching for and pours himself a cup, slyly eying Aaron over his shoulder as he changes. "We should take a whole wardrobe."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"They ain't got this kind of stuff in the clothes place," he points out. "It's not so bad. Whatcha got?"

[threedontknows]

"Not as fine as these." Nothing's as fine as his collection of robes.

"Rice wine, some of the best. Here." He pours another cup and hands it to Aaron. "Just drink a little so I don't have to carry you to bed."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He takes the cup and steps back. "What if we drink it in bed?"

[threedontknows]

“Pleasure-seeker,” he laughs, and links his arm in Aaron’s to happily walk him back towards the bed. He slips into it, leaning back to indulge in silk robes and a little wine and a good-looking man in his bed chamber.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, I'm starting to get used to it," he laughs, trailing a hand along the back of his neck.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang closes his eyes slightly as Aaron's fingers graze along his neck. "I can teach you everything I know."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Nah, man," he laughs. "You can keep being the master of it. I just - well, maybe it's not so bad to let you do shit for me."

[threedontknows]

“Oh?” He smiles a little, curling up against his side. He slips his drink with one hand and the other slides along Aaron’s thigh underneath the robe. “Are you too tired to let me do something else for you?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He sits up, his heart immediately speeding up.

"I - uh. Guess not," he tells him, drinking his wine to cover up his own anticipation.

[threedontknows]

His fingers trace along his inner thigh until he finds the coarse hair between his legs, petting and stroking his fingers through in admiration. “Good, because I’ve been wanting to do this for a long while now.”

It’s one of his favorite things in the world, in fact, and he’s very, very good at it.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Do - what?"

He glances down, following the trail of Huaisang's fingers between his legs until they're covered by his robes.

[threedontknows]

He's got such pretty legs. So strong and well-defined. He traces along the lines of his pelvis, the crest leading back down to his hair again, then carefully parts his robes and leans down to nuzzle the root of his cock. His tongue flicks out to lap at him slowly, from base to tip, sighing in satisfaction.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Oh."

He leans back, stroking his hand through Huaisang's hair, gasping a little at his tongue.

"God..."

[threedontknows]

Aaron isn't fully hard yet (though even if he was it wouldn't be a problem), so Huaisang easily takes the length of his cock into his mouth. He inhales through his nose, feeling drunk off the scent of him, and lavishes him with his tongue and a little bit of suction.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He feels himself actually harden in Huaisang's mouth, growing stiff and uncomfortable, and he grips his hair a little in his fist.

[threedontknows]

He pulls back enough to catch his own breath, then takes him right down his throat with a happy little whimper. Oh, gods in heaven, it's so good. He rocks a little into the bed, his own cock hardening.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron lets out a soft gasp. Holding his hips still and letting Huaisang set the pace.

He grips the bedsheets tightly with his other hand, toes curling.

[threedontknows]

He groans again and begins to guide Aaron's cock in and out of his mouth. He grabs one of his hands and guides it into his hair, encouraging him to use his mouth a little.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron does start to rock against him then, biting back a moan. "Huaisang," he gasps. And it's true - he really is that fucking good. Aaron feels himself unraveling.

[threedontknows]

He grinds against the bed in response, looking up at him through wet lashes to watch him struggle against his careful self-control.

Mine, he thinks. I’m the only one allowed to see him this way. Only me.

He pulls back his mouth once it’s apparent Aaron is right on the edge, stroking him quickly to make him spend over his lips and chin.