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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[creeksidealtarboy]

"Oh, are you finished being busy?" he laughs.

[threedontknows]

"I'm finished not getting attention," he tells him, curling up a little closer to him.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Mm, then let me put another braid in your hair and tell you how pretty you are," he laughs.

[threedontknows]

"Oh, yes, please," he smiles, sitting up eagerly. He pulls a pouch from his belt and reaches in to find his cherry-wood comb, handing it over to Aaron and waiting for him to begin.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pulls the comb gently through Huaisang's hair and starts to braid. He's still practicing, but it's better.

"Write you another poem. 'Silken strands of midnight grace,
Your long black hair, a tender embrace.
In moonlit whispers, it weaves a spell,
A cascade of love, where beauty dwells."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang practically purrs as Aaron pulls the comb through and says such pretty things to him. He leans back slightly, then turns his head to press a kiss to Aaron's cheek. "Do you love me or my hair?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Just your hair," he answers with a laugh. "Nothing else. Maybe your ass."

[threedontknows]

"My pretty clothes?" He lays his head back on Aaron's shoulder, looking up with him with flirty eyelashes that he unabashedly bats at him. "My charming smile? The way I make you come over and over on my cock?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Nope," he says with a grin. "Just your hair and your ass. That's all you're good for." He leans back and pulls Huaisang on top of him. "I should eat you out before you go in front of everyone. You can sit there and be still and remember the feeling of my tongue on your ass."

[threedontknows]

He easily slides over Aaron, letting his hair fall over his chest. "You should," he sighs dreamily. "You should get me good and loose and then keep me open for you. Keep me open just like that all evening."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"And you know that I'll just fuck you until you're begging afterwards," he says, reaching up to tuck Huaisang's away for a moment.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang smiles despite the rising heat to his cheeks. “Know it? I’d be counting on it.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He hums. "How much time we got?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang’s grin turns wicked. “Enough time for you to fuck the most powerful man in this universe.”

And to wash and dress again after!

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Good."

He sits up and pins Huaisang down, hands at his wrists. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like I could fuck you three times a day, every damn day."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang sighs softly, raising his hips up gently into Aaron’s. “I feel like you could. I wish you would. Every day.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He leans down and kisses him, slipping out of his robes and finding bare skin to kiss.

"You wouldn't get anything done..."

[threedontknows]

He slides his fingers along the back of Aaron's neck, looking at the patterns in the ceiling. "What if that's exactly what I want?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"But Your Excellency, I would hate to pull you away from your work." He kisses down his stomach, leaving a little bite mark on the inside of his thigh.

[threedontknows]

"I'll make you my work," he hisses, arching of the bed. "You'll be my focus. Forget the cultivation world, I'll devote myself to you."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Hedonist," he mutters, spreading his legs and parting his ass, flicking his tongue against the tight muscle there.

[threedontknows]

"I don't think that word translates." His legs fall open and he reaches for the sheets around his hips, letting out a soft, almost whiny groan. "But I can guess it means wanting too much."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I'll tell you later," he mutters, pushing his tongue against that tight ring of muscle.

[threedontknows]

He doesn’t relax right away, though his leg does come to slide over Aaron’s shoulder. “Your tongue is a dream.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

He laps eagerly at him, flicking his tongue against him, hoping to feel him twitch. He groans, wanting more and more.