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]

"Yes."

He finishes the last braid and sits back, trailing his hands along his shoulders. "I kissed you in the atrium because I wanted to know. Not because I am some lecherous old man," he says with a curl of a smile.

"And you showed me then. And with the tiger - you were firm and compassionate and strong."

He slides an arm around his waist. "I have missed a compassionate touch, it's true, but i want you to be happy."

[threedontknows]

This time Huaisang doesn’t try to pull away from him. He leans back into his arms and lets his hair fall over his shoulders, the strain on his scalp immediately easing.

“You are a lecherous old man, Pagan-ge,” he corrects him, smirking softly. “But I’m not repulsed by it. You and I are a lot alike, I’ve always known that.”

[crab_rangoon]

As Huaisang leans back, Pagan holds him closer, pressing kisses along his neck. "We are. But if you are not repulsed, then surely you are attracted? Show me, A-Sang. I can keep you warm here or the blankets can. Which does you prefer?"

[threedontknows]

“I’d prefer both,” he tells him, because of course he’s still a little spoiled. He twists his head with a coquettish smile, the rest of him slowly following as he practically settles himself in his lap. He presses his hands against his chest and tilts his head back, inviting the kiss this time.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan breathes him in, kissing along his neck, and then leans over so he can capture his mouth in a kiss.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang doesn’t freeze or go still this time. Instead he melts completely, slender fingers sliding up his chest and then burying themselves in Pagan’s hair. He kisses him back once softly, then immediately deepens it with a tightening of his hand.

[crab_rangoon]

He leans into the kiss, sliding an arm around his waist. Huaisang is smaller than him, so Pagan moves around him in the bed so he can face him properly.

[threedontknows]

He lets Pagan move him as he likes, though once he’s properly face-to-face he climbs into his lap and wraps both legs around his waist. Nie Huaisang doesn’t do things by halves.

[crab_rangoon]

He lowers his hands and cups his ass through the soft fabric, pulling him close so he can kiss him deeply, hungry for him. The wind is howling outside and some snow blows in underneath the door, but the structure is sound and the fire is warm.

[threedontknows]

He groans back into his mouth, tongue fighting playfully with Pagan’s as he tries to taste and explore and claim him for himself. He feels the wind whip under the door and he pulls back with a few soft gasps for air, attention towards the rattling of the wooden hut.

Huaisang raises his hand and utters an incantation, sealing the door with a firm blast of air emanating from the center of the room.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan laughs a little at that, pulling him close. "You cannot handle the cold, A-Sang? Come under the blankets with me and I will keep you warm."

[threedontknows]

"It isn't the cold, it's the tigers," he says, grinning softly at him. And maybe the villagers; he doesn't want to be inadvertently disturbed while he's having himself a good time.

He snuggles back into Pagan's chest and goes back in for another kiss.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan returns that kiss, lying down with him and sliding a hand up his back, underneath the shirt, touching skin there rather delicately.

"Just like this," he purrs softly.

[threedontknows]

He can't remember the last time he's been kissed like this, let alone touched and touched with the kind of reverence Pagan is currently showing him. He kisses him again, slow and deeply, parting to change angles and move his own hand around his neck.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan isn't seeking to undress him right now. They can be happy here, in this moment, with mouths and hands. Explorations that don't have to go beyond whatever this is at the moment.

"I said I'd court you," he reminds him. "And I will."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang kisses Pagan's lips again, smiling in gratitude. He can't keep the look out of his eyes, that genuine, sincere, smitten look that's all him and none of the mask. "You said you'd court me," he repeats, laying his head on his chest, "what comes next?"

[crab_rangoon]

"What do you want?" he asks, brushing his fingers through formerly braided hair.

[threedontknows]

He crosses his arms on Pagan’s chest and tucks his head on top, considering the question even though he already knows the answer. “I want to be fucked well tonight,” he starts casually, “and then tomorrow I want you to show me some of your favorite places in the mountain and your palace. The day after that you’ll give me another gift, and then we’ll see from there.”

[crab_rangoon]

He hums a little at that, reaching forward to kiss him. "Ah, you have this all planned out. So. Tell me what you like."

[threedontknows]

“Are you that flexible, Pagan-ge?” he says with a quiet laugh. “What if I said I wanted to fuck you? Would you be willing to bend over for me?”

[crab_rangoon]

He hums. "Didn't say I'd do it. Just wanted to know." Pagan leans forward to kiss him gently, passionately. "If you want to fuck me, you'll marry me. That's the only way I let it happen."

[threedontknows]

Nie Huaisang raises himself up again to kiss him back, nipping playfully at his lower lip as he pulls back. “I’ll bear that in mind,” he smiles casually, his heart speeding up in spite of himself.

Huaisang combs his long fingers through Pagan’s hair. “I don’t mind when things are a little rough, but I’d like something sweet tonight. Are you able of being sweet?”

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan practically purrs under that touch and kisses him again, sliding an arm around him, holding him close, starting to undress him underneath the blankets.

"Are you capable of accepting sweet?" he murmurs in return.

[threedontknows]

“You’ve seen me act,” he reminds him. “I can be sweet when I want to be, I’m sure I can accept it as well.” He helps Pagan take his tunic off, shimmying out of it with a smile. The clothes are fine though, and he’s careful as he sets it down onto the floor of the hut.

He’s slim but surprisingly muscular under all those heavy, Nie robes, and once he’s bare-chested he sneaks his arms up under Pagan’s clothes.

[crab_rangoon]

Pagan gently smooths his hands along Huaisang's shoulders, guiding his hair to fall just so as Pagan leans in to kiss him. He strips out of his own tunic, draping it along the bottom of the bed. "There is nothing I want as much as this moment," he tells him. "You are the loveliest vision."