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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Encouraged by that, he raises his head, hand still moving, staring at the ceiling as Huaisang's hair falls around him, brushing his arms.
Huaisang stills Aaron’s hand a moment, sitting up to remove the final adornment - his silver hairpiece - which he places aside and then lays back down over him, hair and braids unwinding completely.
He takes hold of Aaron’s hips and presses himself down against him, letting heat slide against heat.
He takes hold of Aaron’s hips and presses himself down against him, letting heat slide against heat.
Aaron gasps a little as Huaisang presses against him, but he lets it happen, rocking his hips against him.
It’s a little more lazy this way, a little more indulgent, so therefore one of Huaisang’s preferred positions. Especially being able to look down at Aaron, enjoying his facial expressions, the way he reacts as he moves faster or slower against him.
He reaches for one of Aaron’s hands and holds it tightly in his.
He reaches for one of Aaron’s hands and holds it tightly in his.
Aaron links their fingers together, eyes closed, letting himself get lost in the sensation between them. It builds a fire in his belly, so much that he bucks his hips against him harder.
Oooh, that's so nice. Huaisang whimpers softly and brings Aaron's hand up to his mouth, kissing the tips of his fingers before sucking one into his mouth.
Aaron shudders at that exquisite vision and lets out a soft groan as he loses himself faster than he anticipated, Huaisang's name on his lips.
He doesn't mind that it will be over quickly; for a first time this was incredible, sweet and soft and a little desperate. Perfect for Huaisang, who digs his fingers into Aaron's hips and spills over the two of them with a little shudder.
Aaron wraps his arms around him loosely, but he's far too much in his own head to focus on anything else at the moment.
But the music is playing and he groans, finally realizing the song is certainly not appropriate to the moment, and he gently pushes Huaisang off of him. For some reason, this is a sticking point for him.
But the music is playing and he groans, finally realizing the song is certainly not appropriate to the moment, and he gently pushes Huaisang off of him. For some reason, this is a sticking point for him.
Huaisang falls backwards onto the bed with a quiet little whine. "Why are you leaving me?" he whimpers. "You're supposed to hold me after something like that."
"I will, I will, but not when fucking Black is playing. It - ruins the mood."
He quickly flips the cassette off and then crawls back into bed with him, gone no longer than a few seconds.
He quickly flips the cassette off and then crawls back into bed with him, gone no longer than a few seconds.
That's better. Huaisang twists until he's able to wrap himself around Aaron like a human blanket, very much happy to play the role of spoiled brat.
"The mood," he repeats quietly. "And what mood is that?"
"The mood," he repeats quietly. "And what mood is that?"
"I don't know. Chill?" he laughs. "That song's about - uh - about a guy being in love with a girl who isn't in love with him anymore. Doesn't seem right."
Now that Aaron explains it, he's absolutely right. A song like that wouldn't fit the mood at all.
He lays his head against his chest. "What sort of song would you pick instead?"
He lays his head against his chest. "What sort of song would you pick instead?"
"I dunno," he laughs. "Nothing that Pearl Jam makes. Lots of their stuff is real sad. Or about fucked up families."
“I like the singer’s voice. It’s unusual.”
He closes his eyes a little, enjoying the way they fit together on this small bed.
He closes his eyes a little, enjoying the way they fit together on this small bed.
"His name's Eddie Vedder," he mutters, holding him close. "We can listen to 'em more later."
He is not going to let him go.
He is not going to let him go.
“After we sleep,” he exhales, trying not to outright purr at being held like this.
"Yeah, sure."
And he reaches over, flipping out the light before he settles in to sleep.
And he reaches over, flipping out the light before he settles in to sleep.
Alright.
Anything I should watch out for?
Anything I should watch out for?
He's crafty, and I think he's armed. He'll carry his sword hidden on his robes if that's the case.
Just wait until he's vulnerable, then hurt him. I don't care how.
Just wait until he's vulnerable, then hurt him. I don't care how.
That's alright.
I've got a knife and I don't give a shit if he kills me. I'll make him suffer.
I've got a knife and I don't give a shit if he kills me. I'll make him suffer.
I care if he kills you. Don't let him kill you.
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