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'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.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He actually cries out as the orgasm doesn't stop, and but catches his breath after a moment. He digs fingers into him. "Keep going," he begs him. "Don't stop. I know you can last."

[threedontknows]

He gathers Aaron in his arms and starts to move his hips faster, groaning sweetly as he nuzzles against his neck and bites softly. "I'm going to fuck you until you spill again," he purrs.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He doesn't know what he has in him. He doesn't know how he can actually build up again to a release, but it happens. Huaisang hits him in the right spot and, breathless, he feels himself growing hot.

"Fuck, fuck..." He holds him tightly, moaning into his ear.

[threedontknows]

"I've got you, my sweet baobei. I've got you." He pours more of his spiritual energy into him, more and more, groaning as the heat builds in him. He loses himself in the heat of Aaron's tight body, his pretty moans, the way he holds onto him.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's exhausted when he falls back with his eyes closed. Panting, he tugs Huaisang's hair gently, pulling him down as best he can.

[threedontknows]

His hips only slow when he's finally spent the last of himself. He lays himself over him and brushes his fingers through the damp, golden strands of Aaron's hair.