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]

"Not yet," he says, smiling as he drags his tongue down his abs to the trail of soft hair leading from his navel. He tastes and savors, fingers lightly dragging down his stomach and over his hips.

But Huaisang wants to do something different this time around, and so he turns and lays down beside Aaron on the bed. "Bring yourself up here."

[creeksidealtarboy]

Confusion briefly crosses his features, but he sits up. "Why? What are you going to do?"

[threedontknows]

He looks up at him through his dark lashes, reaching for his hips to guide him over his chest. "I want you to fuck my mouth."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"You whore," he teases, but straddles his chest, guiding his cock into Huaisang's mouth.

"Oh...fuck. You are....perfect. What am I supposed to do woth you, huh?"

He slowly rocks into him, finding his rhythm.

[threedontknows]

He would love to be Aaron's whore. He would adore nothing more than to be available for Aaron's use whenever he felt like, to stop big important sect business and fuck or be fucked by his Nie Fu Ren.

Huaisang relaxes his jaw and takes him down to the root, sliding his hands up along his thighs.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He props himself up against the wall and lets out soft noises as he rocks his hips into him. "What should I think when I see you next? Dressed up, telling people what to do, when you've had my cock in your mouth and begging for it?"

He ducks his head, gasping. "Goddamn you."

[threedontknows]

Tears prick at the corner of his eyes as he catches Aaron's thrusts, his prick sliding down his throat, coating his tongue with the taste of him. He has to slow his breathing, his cock aching painfully in the chilled air.

He continues to hold onto his thighs just for purchase, whimpering and silently begging him for more. Yes, yes, he's a whore just for him, he's powerless when it comes to Aaron. Please, more...

[creeksidealtarboy]

He loses himself for a moment, feeling warmth building in his belly. He aches for him, begs silently for him, and tugs at his hair as the only warning before he spills down his throat.

[threedontknows]

He can feel his cock twitch against his tongue, his muscles tighten and his hips beginning to move in that erratic sense that tells him Aaron’s about to fall apart. He swallows him down greedily, pulling back when his mouth is mostly cleared to catch his breath and admire him from this vantage point.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron sits back, off of him, and flops against the bed. "Oh, you look fantastic."

[threedontknows]

He licks his swollen lips slowly, looking over at him with a satisfied little smile. "How much work would you like to do today?" he purrs, reaching out to touch Aaron's face. "Do you want to bounce on my cock a while, or would you like me to have my way with you?"

Both options would be heaven.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pushes himself up and cups his face in his hands. "I trust you, A-Sang. I want you to have your way with me."

[threedontknows]

He leans up and steals a kiss from him, nipping at his lips as he hooks his arm around his waist and flips him down onto his back. He presses forward, his hardened cock pushing against his thigh and the cleft of his ass as he continues to kiss him senseless.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron falls backwards and drapes one arm over his head, over the pillow, digging his feet into the bed and raising his hips slightly, eager for him. He bites his lips, laughing through the kiss. "I'll give you my whole self," he pants. "I love you."

[threedontknows]

"I know you will," he murmurs against his mouth, pushing his hips forward slowly. He catches against the rim of his ass but doesn't push in yet, not wanting to do anything before Aaron's open and relaxed for him. "All I need to do is ask, isn't that right? I just need to ask."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He clenches his jaw as he comes close, then whines a bit when he doesn't push in. He knows he's not ready, he knows that it's too quick, but he wants it.

"Yes," he grumbles. "Yes, yes, you have to ask and now you've asked, so do it."

[threedontknows]

"No."

As impatient as he can be, Huaisang takes the time to slick his fingers and press one inside of Aaron, feeling the hot channel clench around him as he begins to fuck him slowly.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He grips the pillow above his head and rocks slowly against his fingers, letting himself get used to the sensation.

"Ah, just like that..."

[threedontknows]

He laughs softly and pushes a second finger inside of him, wriggling them gently until he's able to brush ever-so-slightly over his prostate. "Like this?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"You could go harder," he moans, raising his hips, not meaning to sound so needy. But when he feels like he's on fire, just having him there, his voice can't help but be a little broken.

[threedontknows]

"I could..." he says, hooking his fingers and continuing his gentle strokes. "But then I couldn't watch you like this."

[creeksidealtarboy]

He whimpers, rocking against him still, cursing in the same breath as he moans.

"You're such a shit," he laughs breathlessly.

[threedontknows]

He is, and he knows Aaron loves it. He continues to caress and massage his prostate, trying to bring him to climax again. "Does it feel good? Is it too much?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

He feels himself burning, boiling, lava running through his veins. He doesn't even hear Huaisang's words as he finishes, crying out a desperate plea.

[threedontknows]

Only when Aaron is clenching around his fingertips and bucking up into his hand does he relent, but it’s only to then replace his fingers with his throbbing cock. He makes himself at home inside of him, holding onto his knees as he rocks and buries himself over and over again.