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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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."

Huaisang’s moans grow louder with each thrust of his hips. “Would you keep me forever?” he sighs, holding on tightly to his arms and then around his neck. “Ah - would you, would you keep me like a prize, Pagan? Like a beautiful token? You could have me whenever you wanted…in your throne room, maybe…”

He grows a little more desperate. "Yes," he moans. "I'll make the entire palace mine and have you everywhere. I will ensure everyone knows who you are."

Huaisang laughs breathlessly at the thought, his back arching off the bed as Pagan drives into him deeper. He feels a sharp jolt run through him as his cock brushes against something deep inside of him, stars bursting behind his eyes. "Oh, oh, Pagan, oh!"

Those noises are perfect. No longer is he coherent enough to think of what he might do in the future. All he has now is this man's tight heat around him and the feel of him in his arms. He can't keep himself contained any longer. He ducks him harder then, still slow, still deep, but with force that makes even Pagan cry out.

Huaisang quickly joins him in the inability to speak past low, guttural groans and sighs as Pagan fucks him good and deep. He clings to him, feeling him hit that spot inside of him over and over, and begins to unspool qi from his golden core to feed into the man joined with him.

The bed creaks and the wind howls, and Huaisang lets his head fall back with a sharp cry.

Pagan feeds him back in return, merging them in more ways than the physical. He captures his mouth in rough, bruising kisses. He reaches his climax, his peak, and spills himself inside of him.

Huaisang moans a little more quietly as he feels Pagan fill him up, his mouth still pressed against his jaw and hungry for more kisses. He grabs his face and kisses him again, just as harshly, flipping him onto his back and taking his place on top. “I’m not done,” he warns him, then lowers back onto his still-hard cock to ride.

He laughs to himself, hearing the wind howl outside as he relinquishes his place on top.

"I had hoped you would want more," he growls.

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