openmisc | Pagan/Huaisang

Pagan/Huaisang

"Ah! No, no. I don't need to send the messenger. Just let me go," he tells the guards at the gates, waving them away as he walks straight through with his sword at his side, his entourage behind him. They walks in with their white robes, though Pagan is in red and black, and he breathes in the Impure Realm. He hasn't been here since the death of the Nie clan leader, but he's been aiming to check on their newest leader. It's been a dark time for them, for all of them, but he still feels more than a twinge of affection for the boy.

Well, man. He's been a man for several years now, but it doesn't seem like anything has changed.

Still, he promised he'd continue to offer support, so he walks on, ignoring the protests of the guards.

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Pagan returns that kiss, lying down with him and sliding a hand up his back, underneath the shirt, touching skin there rather delicately.

"Just like this," he purrs softly.

He can't remember the last time he's been kissed like this, let alone touched and touched with the kind of reverence Pagan is currently showing him. He kisses him again, slow and deeply, parting to change angles and move his own hand around his neck.

Pagan isn't seeking to undress him right now. They can be happy here, in this moment, with mouths and hands. Explorations that don't have to go beyond whatever this is at the moment.

"I said I'd court you," he reminds him. "And I will."

Huaisang kisses Pagan's lips again, smiling in gratitude. He can't keep the look out of his eyes, that genuine, sincere, smitten look that's all him and none of the mask. "You said you'd court me," he repeats, laying his head on his chest, "what comes next?"

"What do you want?" he asks, brushing his fingers through formerly braided hair.

He crosses his arms on Pagan’s chest and tucks his head on top, considering the question even though he already knows the answer. “I want to be fucked well tonight,” he starts casually, “and then tomorrow I want you to show me some of your favorite places in the mountain and your palace. The day after that you’ll give me another gift, and then we’ll see from there.”

He hums a little at that, reaching forward to kiss him. "Ah, you have this all planned out. So. Tell me what you like."

“Are you that flexible, Pagan-ge?” he says with a quiet laugh. “What if I said I wanted to fuck you? Would you be willing to bend over for me?”

He hums. "Didn't say I'd do it. Just wanted to know." Pagan leans forward to kiss him gently, passionately. "If you want to fuck me, you'll marry me. That's the only way I let it happen."

Nie Huaisang raises himself up again to kiss him back, nipping playfully at his lower lip as he pulls back. “I’ll bear that in mind,” he smiles casually, his heart speeding up in spite of himself.

Huaisang combs his long fingers through Pagan’s hair. “I don’t mind when things are a little rough, but I’d like something sweet tonight. Are you able of being sweet?”

Pagan practically purrs under that touch and kisses him again, sliding an arm around him, holding him close, starting to undress him underneath the blankets.

"Are you capable of accepting sweet?" he murmurs in return.

“You’ve seen me act,” he reminds him. “I can be sweet when I want to be, I’m sure I can accept it as well.” He helps Pagan take his tunic off, shimmying out of it with a smile. The clothes are fine though, and he’s careful as he sets it down onto the floor of the hut.

He’s slim but surprisingly muscular under all those heavy, Nie robes, and once he’s bare-chested he sneaks his arms up under Pagan’s clothes.

Pagan gently smooths his hands along Huaisang's shoulders, guiding his hair to fall just so as Pagan leans in to kiss him. He strips out of his own tunic, draping it along the bottom of the bed. "There is nothing I want as much as this moment," he tells him. "You are the loveliest vision."

“Wait until you see the rest of me.”

Huaisang preens at the compliments, the attention, all the pretty words and gentle caresses. His own fingers wander over Pagan’s chest, over firm muscles and flicking at his nipples playfully. “You’re a pretty sight yourself,” he tells him earnestly, head dipping to touch his lips to his shoulder.

"I don't want to wait," he says and sits up to bare him completely. "I can have patience in a moment."

Nie Huaisang falls onto his back with a surprised little gasp, though quickly recovers to help Pagan out with his clothes. He raises his hips to pull down his trousers, cool air hitting his skin despite the furs covering their body.

He’s half-hard already, cock nestled in dark hair that properly shows off his true age. He smirks softly and hooks a leg around Pagan’s hip.

He raises up, raking fingers down his chest, admiring his chest, his hips, and that hair that looks so enticing. He combs fingers through it and gently grazes his cock.

"Oh, you will ruin me for others," he purrs playfully, leaning down to capture his mouth in kiss.

He hisses softly, hips pushing up into his hand automatically. He takes Pagan's head into his hands and kisses him firmly, biting his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. He pulls back with a soft groan, "that's the idea. You'll never want anything else, just me. You'll crave me."

Pagan pulls back and sucks on a spot on his neck, raising a red welt, brief as it is. "Then you don't get to have anyone else, either. I give myself to you, then you fucking cherish it, just as I will you."

He exhales softly, eyes closing as Pagan leaves a mark on his jade skin. "I cherish beautiful things, Pagan," he reminds him quietly. "I'm possessive over my beautiful things."

He pulls him close and kisses him again, ravenous for him. His hand trails down, brushing against his cock again so he can coax it into hardness.

Huaisang’s hips raise into Pagan’s hand, his quiet gasps and moans getting swallowed by the kisses. His body is eager, and his cock quickly responds to the touch, growing hard and swollen and leaking from the tip.

He finally manages to turn his head away to catch his breath, making a quiet, keening noise as Pagan continues to touch him. There’s no acting here; it’s been so long since he had anything that wasn’t fast and quick and paid for.

"Gorgeous," he purrs, watching his face, leaning forward so he can nip and bite at his jaw. "As beautiful as the moon, Premika."

He keeps working him, doesn't stop his hand, wanting him to feel every movement.

Oh, what does that word mean? He loves it, the way it seems to fall off Pagan’s tongue, just as much as he loves the feeling of teeth scraping along his jaw.

Despite his insistence on his reputation as a delicate flower, his stamina is just as good, if not better, than most cultivators his age. He rocks into Pagan’s hand and grips his bare shoulders, back arching off the bed as he feels himself build and build.

Pagan is primed to go with him all night if he needs to. If they want to. He keeps up the pace, catching his mouth in kisses and sighs, in a soft moan of want and desire.

"If I could capture this moment forever, I would," he mutters.

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