openmisc | Aaron/Huaisang

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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From:

creeksidealtarboy

"No. But I guess I will be," he laughs. "So what are we gonna be doing today?"

He pulls his foot from Huaisang's hands and gently pushes him down with his toes, sitting up to look down at him.

From:

threedontknows

Huaisang laying down on a blanket of his own dark hair, hands reaching out to caress down Aaron's chest. "There'll be a banquet tonight once the rest of the cultivators have arrived. In the meantime I'll have business to attend to -- correspondence, mostly."

He smiles innocently, though his gaze is wicked. "It gets cold here in the mountains. You could hide under my desk and keep my cock warm in your mouth."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"I could," he says, spreading his fingers along his chest, leaning down to kiss him. "I bet you won't last long enough to finish a single letter."

From:

threedontknows

He kisses him back, slow and filthily, pulling back with slow tug on Aaron's bottom lip with his teeth. "That's not a smart bet."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"But it is a fun one," he tells him, flicking his tongue against Huaisang's lips, pulling back. "Should we find out?"

From:

threedontknows

He nods enthusiastically and gets to his feet, reaching for Aaron's hand so he can bring him to the writing desk. "I hope you're not too tired."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"For sucking you off under your desk? Not at all."

He grins, curling up underneath the desk, eager for him. "What if someone comes in?"

From:

threedontknows

"Hide yourself, but don't stop."

He sits down at the desk and pulls open his belt and inner robes, not bothering to get himself hard knowing that Aaron is going to do it for him.

"Even if you are seen no one will dare say anything to me."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

"Yes, Your Excellency," he says in a shitty sort of voice, but laughs as he leans in, taking him into his mouth. He wants to get him hard, wants to feel him stiffen against his tongue.

From:

threedontknows

Aaron’s mouth is a delight, but Huaisang keeps his cool as he gathers his pages and brushes to start his work. He gives Aaron’s hair a soft pet, he’s getting good and hard in his mouth, and then begins reading his correspondence.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron takes his time at first, flicking his tongue along his head, running it down his shaft. He reaches up to use his hands, sucking delightfully at the tip, then takes him deeply in earnest.

From:

threedontknows

The teasing doesn’t get a vocal reaction from Huaisang, but his body responds readily. He hardens until he aches, fingers clenching his brush as Aaron starts to use his hands.

When he finally takes him down his throat he lets out a soft gasp, nearly writing off the page but quickly righting himself.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron laughs deeply in his chest, a soft sound that he doesn't bother hiding. And with Huaisang nice and hard, he fucks his mouth on his cock.

From:

threedontknows

The only sound Aaron gets is the sound of his brush on the page and letters folding and opening. The distraction is helping him to stay harder longer, though he reaches down again with his free hand to cup the back of Aaron's head and guide his pace a little.

At the sound of a knocking at the door he doesn't even bat an eyelash. "Enter."

"Your Excellency," a quiet Lan disciple says. "I don't mean to bother you, but I wanted to go over some of the details of the banquet."

Huaisang pushes his fingers through Aaron's hair. "Please, I'd love to know what the Lan has in store for us."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron pauses only a moment, but Huaisang's words are in his ears. He's silent but moves faster against him, defying the pace that's been set for him.

His fingers grip his legs, digging nails into him.

From:

threedontknows

Oh, someone came to play. Huaisang smiles and listens to the Lan disciple discuss seating arrangements and the flow of courses and lectures. It's a Lan banquet, of course there would be a lecture.

He twists his fingers in Aaron's hair and tugs. "And the nature of this lecture?"

It's a dangerous game.

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Huaisang isn't dismissing him, which means that he wants this little game to go on. Aaron raises up slightly at the fingers in his hair, but he continues to move, hollowing out his cheeks.

Who cares about a fucking lecture?

From:

threedontknows

He allows the Lan disciple to go on and on for a while before he dismisses him, waiting until the door shuts again before sitting back so he can look down into Aaron's face. "Is your jaw tired yet?"

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron sits back with a grin.

"Why? Do you want to fuck me on your desk?"

From:

threedontknows

Huaisang strokes his wet cock slowly from base to tip, looking down into Aaron's face with a downright lecherous look. "I would. Get on the desk."

From:

creeksidealtarboy

Aaron crawls out from underneath the desk. He considers his position, but there's something dirty and fun about this. Something quick.

He lowers his trousers and leans over the desk, pushing aside parchment and ink bottles, giving his ass a wiggle.

From:

threedontknows

He should be proud of Aaron for being such an unabashed whore for him. He sighs as he brings out the bottle of oil and sinks his fingers into him. He’s hot and tight and Huaisang wriggles and pushes until he’s able to stroke against his prostate.