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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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.

He agrees; he doesn’t want this to end too soon, not when they’ve both been so eager for this kind of companionship. Huaisang bites at Pagan’s lip and smiles breathlessly, hand sliding down to hold Pagan’s wrist.

“I’m plenty hard,” he says quietly, slowing him down. “Why don’t you touch me somewhere else?”

"Because I want you to spill yourself here, right now between us, while I have your face, your eyes. Will you show me how beautiful you are unburdened?"

He leans down to kiss his chest, take a nipple in his teeth playfully. "And then I will worship you again, even more. Everywhere."

He doesn’t know if he is beautiful unburdened, if when the mask is gone he’s still something worthwhile, but he believes Pagan. He believes that he’ll worship him all night, and that it’s sincere.

Huaisang hisses softly as Pagan’s teeth scrape one of his dark nipples, a laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Yes, yes,” he says, “I’ll show you. Try and keep up with me, old man.”

He laughs, cackling, leaning down and pressing kisses to his neck and jaw, still moving his hand again.

"Let me see you," he demands with a grin.

“So used to getting your way,” he gasps, clearly unbothered by the demand. There are some people who can’t perform when being closely watched; Nie Huaisang is not one of them. He revels in it, lying back and raising his hips over and over again, knowing that Pagan is watching his every move.

He comes with a sharp intake of breath, keening softly as he spills over Pagan’s hand and his own stomach.

Pagan, for a moment, wishes he could memorialize this moment. He looks beautiful, undone and flushed, and Pagan pulls his hand away, aching for him.

"I will put my tongue on every part of you that makes you squirm," he promises, starting at his collarbone.

Huaisang whimpers at the feeling of Pagan’s tongue on his collarbone, slightly overstimulated but thoroughly enjoying himself. “Will you let me touch you while you lap me up?”

"Unless you'd rather I bind your hands," he laughs, not sitting up, not leaving from his spot. He nibbles lightly on his throat, then kisses down along his chest.

“We can play that game another time,” Huaisang smiles, glad to get a chance to touch. He caresses down Pagan’s arms and along his strong back, his skin warm and rich next his own pale color. He’s so strong, yet he’s being so careful and almost gentle with him. He’s not above being treated like a fragile, beautiful thing, so long as he has attention lavished on him.

He treats him fragile for now, but his cock is hard and aching for him. He will make him squirm, but not yet. Now, he kisses along his jaw and mouth, down his throat to his chest, running his tongue over a ripple.

"We have quite a bit of time for games ahead."

The promise of more later - quite a bit of time - goes straight to his cock. He whimpers quietly as Pagan teases an already-hard nipple, fingers digging into his shoulder.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you must be aching right now. I’m so tight, so hot. Are you thinking about how good I’m going to feel around your cock?”

Pagan's teeth capture his nipple, gently pulling and letting it go with a pop. "I am. I'm thinking of how you'll squirm and move while I press you into this cot."

He continues down, his fingers combing through the coarse hair between his legs.

He hisses softly, cock slowly hardening again as Pagan’s teeth tweak his sensitive nipple. He’s squirming already, the touches of his fingers and teeth making him hot to the touch.

“You’re so confident,” he teases, cupping Pagan’s head and sliding his fingers through his hair. “I’m going to make you squirm.”

"I look forward to it." He takes his cock in his mouth, just briefly, just as a tease, before he pushes his knees up and to the side.

All so he can push his tongue inside of him to taste him properly.

Nie Huaisang spreads his legs for Pagan and hooks one over his shoulder as he feels his tongue - his tongue - push inside of him. A laugh escapes his lips, surprised and amused and horribly aroused, and then turns into a pleased groan.

“Oh, Pagan,” he breathes. He can’t quite bring himself to tease him or exchange any of that playful banter from before. “Have you been thinking about this the whole day?”

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