Pagan/Huaisang

[crab_rangoon]

"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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[crab_rangoon]

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.

[threedontknows]

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.

[crab_rangoon]

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.

[threedontknows]

“I hope you can keep up,” he exhales, hissing softly as he gets the angle just right. He gives Pagan just a moment or two before he’s moving his hips, rising up and down and taking what he pleases from him. Gods, he feels so good.

[crab_rangoon]

"Use me however you want," he moans. "I'm yours."

And there's nothing in his mind except the shape of this mon on him. Pagan slides his hands between his legs, feeling where they meet, then gripping his hips with tight fingers.

[threedontknows]

He feels Pagan’s fingers touching where his cock is currently stretching him out and groans low in his throat. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” he sighs, bearing down on him slowly. His hands splay across Pagan’s chest while he moves up and down, staring down at him with a wry smile.

[crab_rangoon]

"It does," he purrs. "You know exactly what you're doing, hm? You know just how to move." And he rocks up deeper inside of him.

[threedontknows]

“I do,” Huaisang tells him, pushing more of his qi back into Pagan, hoping to rouse him again. “But I’ve never had so fine a cock as yours. It’s like playing the most beautiful instrument.”

He smiles and leans over him, locking eyes with him as he fucks himself on him harder.

[crab_rangoon]

He moans deeply, right in the back of his throat, hooking an arm around his neck. "It is. And you make the most wonderful music."

He takes his qi and winds them together, like plaiting a rope, like stringing fine silk.

[threedontknows]

Pagan's qi fits against his in just the right way, a little heavier and darker, deeper and richer in a way that suits Huaisang's light and airy spiritual energy. It twists together and cycles through his core and dantians, pulling a gasp from him each point the combined energy hits. He feels it light him up from the inside out, and after another moment he throws his head back and spills over Pagan's stomach.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan grabs hold of Huaisang's hips and holds him there as he rocks into him, as he starts to throb against his cock. It takes only a moment before he pushes into him, spills into him, and moans deeply.

"Kiss me," he demands.

[threedontknows]

He whimpers softly as Pagan comes inside of him again; he can already imagine doing this every night, finding a new place in the palace to get fucked within an inch of his life. He falls forward onto Pagan's chest and kisses him in between quick, sharp breaths, fingers finding his pectoral and pinching his nipple cheekily.

[crab_rangoon]

He pulls out of him so he can wrap an arm around him to pull him against his chest. "You - will be my undoing," he mutters, kissing him deeply. "I want to wear you out every single night."

[threedontknows]

It sounds like a promise to him, and in his post-fuck haze he feels like he can almost believe it and his own little fantasies. Every night with Min Pagan. Every night spent with another person who truly sees him.

He kisses him back and flicks his tongue against his lips as he pulls back. "I hope you can keep giving me as good a show as you did tonight."

[crab_rangoon]

He hums playfully at that. "I hope you give me a enough inspiration for the same sort of show as you did tonight." He sits up and kisses his ear. "Do you want to get clean?"

[threedontknows]

Huaisang laughs quietly and leans against him, nodding softly. "I should. As much as I like the feeling, I won't in the morning."

He'll complain. Loudly. Frequently.

[crab_rangoon]

He holds him close and walks over to one of the walls, pulling back a curtain to reveal a tub. The water in it is cold now, but a few flicks of his fingers and a sign creates the warmth of the water.

[threedontknows]

He raises his eyebrows, not surprised by the fact that he has a tub of water waiting but pleased by the sight. He gathers his hair and twists it into a rough plait, walking to the tub and helping himself to the hot water.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan reaches out a hand, offering him the help if he wants it, then drops down beside the tub, dangling his fingers in the water. He searches out the cloth so he can wash his own body.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang soaks a moment, waiting expectantly for Pagan to join him. "You don't want to share my water?" he asks, looking over his shoulder at him.

[crab_rangoon]

"I didn't realize I was invited," he purrs, leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple.

[threedontknows]

He reaches up to hold him, arm slinging around his head. He pulls him down and kisses him on his lips. "You're invited," he tells him, cheeky smile. "Unless you're too good for my bath water."

[crab_rangoon]

He crawls into the tub with him, grinning as he wraps an arm around him with a giant splash. "I suppose I thought you would believe your bathwater too good for me."

[threedontknows]

He smiles as Pagan gets into the wooden tub with him, unabashedly pleased to have his company. "I am spoiled, but not in the ways you'd think," he tells him, easing himself into his lap.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan happily settles his arms around him. "Of course not," he laughs gently. "Tell me how you like to be spoiled."