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

[threedontknows]

“While I like things…” he begins, reaching for the jar of rice water on the floor, “I like attention so much more. I want company and adoration.”

After all, he was a very lonely child. Beautiful things are wonderful, but people are even better.

[crab_rangoon]

He smiles a little to himself, pressing gentle kisses along his shoulders. "I know you do," he mutters. "And that you shall have in spades."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang shudders with each kiss, laying his head back against his chest with a lazy smile. "That's all I want. Your complete and utter adoration."

[crab_rangoon]

"Is that all?" he murmurs. "Well, fortunately, my adoration is limitless."

His hand snakes around slightly to tweak his nipple between his thumb and forefinger.