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]

"I'll be merciful," he says, and not just because he's in a little pain from how hard he is. He slides his fingers out from inside of him, pausing to admire his handiwork for a moment, then slicks himself and presses against his ass.

He doesn't push inside, not yet. He stares down at him first, how needy he looks, how ethereal, and then carefully begins to breach his body.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron reaches up, grabs onto his shoulders, and then, when he pushes inside, he wraps his legs around him to hold him tightly inside. He doesn't want him to move yet, doesn't want him to do anything other than stay right there so he can see him.

"Kiss me?" he asks - begs.

[threedontknows]

Oh, so gladly. Huaisang leans down and steals Aaron's breath away, sliding his tongue into his mouth as he pushes forward and buries himself inside of him. He continues to kiss him as he begins to pull his hips back and snap them forward, fucking him with his tongue and his cock, surrounding him entirely.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron has never felt so completely and wonderfully possessed and owned and wanted and adored. He can barely keep up. Even though it's Huaisang in control, he never once feels pressured. He knows, even now, that if he told him to stop, he would immediately.

And so he holds him close, fingers pressed into his shoulders as he matches his rhythm.

[threedontknows]

He feels so good, so hot and tight, Huaisang knows that if he pushed himself he could go on like this for a while, maybe wring out a few climaxes from his partner while he took his pleasure.

But he doesn’t want to overwhelm Aaron, not so soon. He wants to enjoy him as they both are, momentarily free of the Barge and finally alone.

He raises himself up to grab his hips, angling Aaron so that he can drive his cock good and deep to him and reach that spot inside.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron raises up with him, meeting each movement with a gentle rocking of his own, moaning Huaisang's name. He doesn't have anything else on his mind now. Just to raw, intense pleasure coursing through him, electrocuting his mind, running down his spine like lightning.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang's still determined to overwhelm Aaron in every way possible. He begins to unspool his qi, letting it wind its way from his body into Aaron's. It circulates through him, winding slowly, lighting every nerve on fire, and then finds its way back to Huaisang's own core.

He gasps softly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

By now, he's started to realize what he's doing and he grips Huaisang's arms tightly, letting himself succumb to the feeling of the warmth and the sparks inside of him. He dissolves into his touch, begging him for more.

[threedontknows]

He starts to see sparks behinds his eyes as he grips Aaron’s hip and drives into him harder, his breath coming in soft pants and groans as he watches the man underneath him.

“Together,” he says with a gasp, “together.”

Huaisang gives Aaron another finally wave of qi, the same energy that had been passing back and forth between them, letting Aaron have every little bit he has left to spare.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He nods, though there really isn't much he can do to control himself at the moment. Not with the qi, not with the movements, not with anything. He squeezes his arm tighter, gasping aloud as the only warning before he crashes into a release he didn't know he could have.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang follows a few short moments later, keening Aaron’s name as he spills himself inside of him.

He falls onto his arms, panting with his head leaning over Aaron’s chest.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He wraps his arms weakly around Huaisang and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang groans quietly and drapes himself over him, hair falling every which way like a blanket.

[creeksidealtarboy]

After a moment, once he's able to recover, he sighs. "There still water in that tub?"

[threedontknows]

“There is,” he says, voice slightly muffled. He raises his head up and makes a half-hearted motion in the air, sending a spell towards the tub.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron untangles himself from Huaisang and stumbles towards the tub, stepping in and sinking down into it.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang flops over onto his back, turning his head ever-so-slightly to watch Aaron lower himself into the tub. He smiles.

Oh. He wants to take care of him until the end of time.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I know you're staring at me," he drawls, closing his eyes as he leans his head back against the edge of the tub. He just wants a good soak.

[threedontknows]

“Of course I am. You’re beautiful, like a walking poem.”

He huffs and flicks his hair back from his face, turning onto his back to relax into the bed.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"'O, how much more doth beauty beauteous seem, By that sweet ornament which truth doth give! The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem, For that sweet odour which doth in it live,'" he recites idly, rubbing at his face.

[threedontknows]

Actual poetry. Huaisang feels himself melt into the bed.

“Anxiously chirps the cicada.
Restlessly skips the grasshopper:
Before I saw my lord
My heart was ill at ease.
But now that I have seen him,
Now that I have met him,
My heart is at rest.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I haven't heard that one before," he comments lightly. "I like it."

[threedontknows]

“Of course you haven’t, it’s from my country,” Huaisang tells him with a yawn. “Do you only read poetry, or do you write it?”

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I read stuff from other countries!" he protests.

"But no. I haven't written any in years. Used to have notebooks full of em."

[threedontknows]

He smiles a little to himself and pulls a blanket up over his chest. Aaron can crawl into bed with him when he's done -- hopefully naked.

"Write me a poem."