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 swirls his tongue over the head of his cock in response, pulling back with an obscenely wet sound. “I’m not teasing, I’m going to have you right here on the floor.”

Huaisang extends a hand and calls for a bottle from the shelf, smiling as it hops down and lands in his palm.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits up and reaches for his hand. "Nah, let me do it," he mutters, pulling the bottle away from him.

[threedontknows]

He hands over the bottle of oil and sits back, spreading his legs as he watches Aaron with a smile.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron spreads a bit on his fingers and slides two inside of himself, groaning deep in his chest.

"Goddamn," he moans. "This what you wanted?" It's certainly what Aaron wants.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang whimpers softly at the sight, watching as Aaron's fingers disappear inside of himself. He must be so tight and warm. "Hm...how does it feel?"

He crawls over him again, lowering his head down to his chest and circling his tongue around a nipple.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Ah, don't make me think of pretty words right now," he complains. "It ain't fair. I just - would rather it be you."

[threedontknows]

"I'd rather it be me too, but you're so pretty, Aaron. How is it that you're so pretty?" He nips softly at his skin. "Are you loose enough? Do you want it to be my fingers now?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"No, I want it to be your goddamn dick," he tells him, hissing a little at the feeling of teeth on skin. He removes his fingers and tightens his grip around his shoulder.

[threedontknows]

He pushes in between his legs and kisses him deeply, groaning softly into his mouth as he finally breaches Aaron's body.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron digs his heels into the ground, raising his hips up to meet him. "Fuck," he moans, gripping his hand.

[threedontknows]

"Is it everything you wanted?" he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to Aaron's temples once he's inside of him up to the hilt of his cock. He doesn't move his hips yet, choosing to stay perfectly still. "Does it feel so good?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"What? Getting fucked on the floor?" he hisses. "Yeah. It'd feel better if you moved."

[threedontknows]

He refuses to let Aaron sass him. He hooks one of Aaron's legs over his hip and holds tight, thrusting very shallowing into him. "No, my cock. Doesn't it feel good? Or should I go back to using my tongue?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron shakes his head, keeping his legs tight around him. "Fuck no," he groans. "It feels so fucking good and if you use it right, I'll mark your pretty throat so everyone knows what you do in here."

[threedontknows]

As though they couldn't guess what their sect leader gets up to in his own private rooms! But he loves the idea of Aaron marking him up, and so he happily draws his hips back and snaps them into him. He does it again and again, groaning low as he indulges in the tight warmth of Aaron's body.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He groans loudly, Huaisang filling him up so much, stretching him open, driving him crazy.

"A-Sang," he gasps. "Yes. Just like that." He grabs at him, tries to pull him down, wanting to get at his throat like he promised.

[threedontknows]

A-Sang. A-Sang, A-Sang, A-Sang. He whimpers softly and leans down, sliding his arms up under his shoulders to hold him tightly. "Yes, please, please, Aaron. Please, my baobei."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He bites and sucks at his neck, pulling away to inspect his mark as he moans deeply. He worries at the same spot, rocking his hips against him.

[threedontknows]

Oh, how he wishes he didn't have a golden core. He wants to wear these marks around like a badge of honor, like the prettiest necklace anyone's ever owned, but he knows they'll disappear before the night is through. But for now he thinks about Aaron marking him for life and fucks him harder and faster.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He marks him and marks him, glad to see them while they last, but soon the rocking of Huaisang's hips is too much and he sits back, his hand on the man's chest. "Do that - that fucking thing with your magic," he begs him with a nervous sort of laugh.

[threedontknows]

He couldn't possibly say no to him. "It's qi," he says, only a little breathless despite the quick movements of his hips. "Spiritual power. I'm sharing it with you, pushing it into you--"

He lets out the softest groan as he begins to unspool his qi and move it through Aaron's body.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He wants to argue that he knows what it's fucking called when he's not being fucked into the floor, but those words don't come to him. He just sucks in a breath, feeling it wrap around him, feeling the heat building in his belly.

[threedontknows]

He purposely pushes more of that qi into him, cycling it through his heart, trying purposely to overwhelm him in as many ways as possible.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He bucks up into him, moaning deeply as he loses himself, spilling between them with a cry of Huaisang's name.

[threedontknows]

He fucks him through, loving the way it feels as Aaron spills himself over his stomach and his hips, continuing to push qi through him to keep his orgasm going.