He traces the pads of his fingers along Aaron’s muscles, his pecs and his tight and firm stomach, murmuring softly in admiration until he’s kissed again.
It's just the little push he needs. He takes the belt in his fingers and fumbles with it a moment, untying it so he can push the robes from his shoulders.
Huaisang doesn’t help him; Aaron needs to be in control here, at least for the time being. He’ll make it easier for him, shrugging his shoulders so that first, more ornate robe falls away.
There’s a lot Huaisang does for himself with clothes alone. Add height, add presence, add grace and shape and form. He’s a slight man underneath it all, a little more curvy than muscular. Mingjue got all the muscles in the family, Huaisang got his mother’s hips.
But he knows he’s attractive, and happily shrugs off everything down to his thin trousers, waiting for Aaron’s approval.
His chest is smooth, though there’s just the peek of dark hair trailing from his navel and disappearing until his trousers.
“So are you.” He smiles softly and rests a hand on Aaron’s slim waist, leaning sweetly into his embrace and raising his chin to ask silently for a kiss.
He won’t take over, but there’s no harm in guiding him gently.
Aaron happily takes the guidance, but he pulls away after a quick moment. "Hang on," he mutters, climbing off the bed and kneeling down, taking out his cassette player. He finds what he's looking for and lets Pearl Jam start playing.
It drowns out the voice in his head that directs his motions, tells him what to do and where to touch.
Huaisang pouts slightly and pulls back, settling back on Aaron’s legs so he can open up his trousers with the oddly-rough fabric. He takes his time, dipping his fingers into the little dips in his pelvis, the pretty way his hair seems to swirl.
He’ll paint this too one day, all of it.
Huaisang forces himself to sit back so he can tug the rest of the fabric down and off.
Huaisang clicks his tongue, sitting on his heels to admire the very pretty man lying beneath him. He's stunning, thick thighs and strong legs, soft, round-looking ass that he could just spend hours tracing with his fingers. And the rest --
He really likes the rest.
He hops to his feet and takes off the final layer of trousers, then slides back into the bed with him and burrows quickly under the covers.
Aaron's progressed beyond trying to hide the scars that cover his backside and up to his back, but he stays lying where he is for a moment, waiting for Huaisang to join him.
And when he does, Aaron holds him close, hands wandering, mapping him out with eager fingers, even as he kisses him.
He fits himself against Aaron easily, matching touch for touch, kiss for kiss. He rubs against him with chest and arms and hips, fingers grazing against those scars with only the slightest hint of hesitation. He wants to know who did this to him, but secretly he already thinks he knows the monster responsible.
He turns Aaron onto his back and slides himself over him, settling between his legs so that their more intimate parts are touching.
Aaron needn’t search too hard, Huaisang happily and vocally expresses his pleasure at being touched. He groans and sighs, angling his hips to encourage him further.
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