Aaron Stampler/Roy (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
creeksidealtarboy) wrote2023-07-11 05:48 pm
creeksidealtarboy) wrote2023-07-11 05:48 pm
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It'll be better than good, it'll be amazing.
Huaisang moves back with widening eyes, watching as Aaron removes his shirt and rather unabashedly drinking in his appearance.
For him?
He reaches out too slowly to brush his fingers down his chest.
For him?
He reaches out too slowly to brush his fingers down his chest.
He swallows hard, nervous but not afraid, eager for what comes next.
He lets Huaisang touch him, but only until he dives in and kisses him soundly again.
He lets Huaisang touch him, but only until he dives in and kisses him soundly again.
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.
“You can take off my outer robe, if you want.”
“You can take off my outer robe, if you want.”
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.
Aaron appreciates that more than he can articulate, though he is quite silent at the moment.
He kisses his neck as the robe falls away and brings him close. Then he hesitates on his inner robe, looking up with a questioning glance.
He kisses his neck as the robe falls away and brings him close. Then he hesitates on his inner robe, looking up with a questioning glance.
He nods encouragingly, taking his hands and putting them onto that second robe. “Until I match you.”
He doesn't say a word as he undresses him, finally taking in a breath as his hands meet bare skin.
"Always wondered what you looked like," he mutters.
"Always wondered what you looked like," he mutters.
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.
But he knows he’s attractive, and happily shrugs off everything down to his thin trousers, waiting for Aaron’s approval.
Aaron touches him with open reverence, hands trailing down along his chest and hips, trailing kiss along his shoulder.
"You're the kinda guy people write poetry about," he mumbles.
"You're the kinda guy people write poetry about," he mumbles.
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.
“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.
It drowns out the voice in his head that directs his motions, tells him what to do and where to touch.
He’s never heard this kind of music before, and he pauses to listen for a moment.
He moves and makes space for Aaron to come back to him.
He moves and makes space for Aaron to come back to him.
He returns with a smirk, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him down on top of him playfully.
"Take mine off?" he suggest softly.
"Take mine off?" he suggest softly.
“And how can I do that from on top of you?”
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 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.
Aaron wiggles his hips a little, letting his jeans and the boxers underneath slide off of him.
He's not shy, but nor is he forceful, letting Huaisang touch and look as he pleases.
"Your turn."
He's not shy, but nor is he forceful, letting Huaisang touch and look as he pleases.
"Your turn."
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.
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.
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.
He turns Aaron onto his back and slides himself over him, settling between his legs so that their more intimate parts are touching.
Aaron's never been allowed to take his time here, and he slides his hands along his back, feeling the soft skin there with a smile.
He reaches down to touch him properly, watching his face for any gentle encouragement, any small hint that he wants this just as much.
He reaches down to touch him properly, watching his face for any gentle encouragement, any small hint that he wants this just as much.
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.
Aaron's quick to kiss him, wanting nothing more than to see him fall apart. He pauses only to run his tongue along his palm and touch him again.
"Like that?" he whispers in the darkness, the music soft in his ears.
"Like that?" he whispers in the darkness, the music soft in his ears.
When he pulls back Huaisang whimpers, but is quickly shut up when he feels Aaron’s hand on him again.
“Like that,” he encourages, hand sliding over Aaron’s arm. He dips his head and presses kisses to his chest and along his collarbone.
“Like that,” he encourages, hand sliding over Aaron’s arm. He dips his head and presses kisses to his chest and along his collarbone.
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