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.
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.
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.
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 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."
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He reaches for one of Aaron’s hands and holds it tightly in his.
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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.
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He quickly flips the cassette off and then crawls back into bed with him, gone no longer than a few seconds.
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"The mood," he repeats quietly. "And what mood is that?"
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He lays his head against his chest. "What sort of song would you pick instead?"
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He closes his eyes a little, enjoying the way they fit together on this small bed.
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He is not going to let him go.
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And he reaches over, flipping out the light before he settles in to sleep.