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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"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?”

"No," he tells him, pushing his tongue into him again, moaning deeply in his throat. "I've been thinking of more than this for a week."

More than a week! Huaisang almost feels a little dizzy at that revelation. Why did he wait so long to return Pagan’s advances? It seems silly now - more stupid than self-preserving.

Huaisang drops his hands to the bed and twists his fingers into the blankets, sighing as he starts to see stars.

Pagan laps him up, hips aching against the bed, and he finally just sits up and presses a kiss to his neck. "I will die if I don't have you soon," he laughs, pulling Huaisang's legs around him.

“I don’t really relish the thought of killing someone in that way,” he smirks, hooking both legs around him. “I’m ready. Fuck me now, Pagan-ge. Please, before I die from want!”

It was all he was waiting on. He sits up, guiding himself inside with a loud moan.

A string of profanities leaves him as he shudders, biting his lip against the urge to drive himself inside completely.

Huaisang holds onto Pagan’s hips and helps guide him home, sighing contentedly as he feels the ache of being stretched and filled. Pagan’s cock fits him perfectly; it’d somehow both new and familiar, as though he was made to be fucked by this man.

Maybe he was. Maybe this is what he’s needed, to be with someone who’s always known him.

He slides his hand over his shoulders and pushes on his lower back with his feet, wanting him fitted against him.

Pagan uses his free hand to raise Huaisang's hips up a little, pushing all the way inside of him. And once he's there, all the way, he sighs, leaning down to kiss him properly. He doesn't move, doesn't rock. He enjoys this moment here, where they are together, completely together, and Pagan's inside of that tight heat.

He kisses him back, slow and with enough intent that he can trace his lips and teeth with his tongue. He exhales into his mouth and squirms impatiently underneath. “Ge-ge,” he whines, trying to raise his hips up. “Please.”

"No," he murmurs. "No, because you asked for slow. And sweet. And I'm going to worship every moment of you." He pulls out and slides back inside of him, gripping his shoulders tightly.

He sighs when Pagan pulls himself away, then whimpers and groans as he pushes himself all the way back inside. “Oh gods, oh…”

Nie Huaisang hooks his legs around Pagan’s hips, drawing him close. He can’t argue with him, he knows he’ll throw his words right back at him again. “At least…at least tell me how good I feel.”

"You're so tight. And hot."

He moans. "I'm going to lose myself completely in you." He leans down to kiss him, rocking his hips into him "I would keep you here forever if I could."

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