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[creeksidealtarboy]

[Aaron turns over to look at him properly?]

Yeah? Like what? Do our taxes and pay our mortgage? Maybe we can cut the lawn? Yell at the 'kids these days?'

[threedontknows]

[Only about two of those actually register for Huaisang, but he gets the joke and continues to pout.]

Aaron! I came all this way and you just want to stare at a screen! You don't care about your A-Sang.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"A-Sang? That a nickname?" he wonders, but Huaisang has his wish. Aaron's attention is fully on him now.

[threedontknows]

"Mmhm." He smiles back up into his beautiful blue eyes, now trained exclusively on him. "A diminutive of my name. Huai Sang. My brother used to call me that."

And Jin Guangyao, and Lan Xichen. All his older brothers at one point.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron's smile is genuine.

"Can I use it?"

[threedontknows]

Nie Huaisang doesn’t even hesitate. “Yes,” he says, popping up quickly. “Yes, please!”

Just Aaron, and only Aaron.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Good. That enough attention for you?" he laughs, reaching over to thread his fingers in Huaisang's hair.

[threedontknows]

“Never enough. I’m starving for attention.”

He leans his head into Aaron’s hand and hums softly. “I’ll fade away.”

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron thinks about it and kisses him instead, threading his fingers in his hair and pulling him close.

[threedontknows]

Success! Huaisang eagerly kisses him back, holding onto his shirt in case Aaron gets any ideas about pulling away from him too soon.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He pulls him down onto the bed, kicking the blankets down. "You just have to do this, you know," he laughs. "I can't resist."

[threedontknows]

"I know you can't," he sings, falling forward and batting the controller out of his hand. "But I didn't come to visit you just to be ignored."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Maybe you have to put in some work, too," he points out, rolling fully onto his back.

[threedontknows]

He can do a little work when it's for something he actually wants, and eagerly sits himself up so he can run his fingers under the hem of Aaron's shirt. "I've been working since I arrived."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, and now you get paid for it," he says, leaning forward to kiss him again, wrapping a hand around his wrist.

[threedontknows]

That's exactly what's happening. He moans happily and guides Aaron into a deeper kiss, momentarily losing himself in the feeling of Aaron's tongue and lips sliding against his.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron wraps his arms around Huaisang, holding him closely in place, burying him underneath the blankets.

[threedontknows]

From underneath the blankets and sheets Huaisang laughs, suddenly feeling transported back to his youth again. It's all play and carefree nonsense, but it's not the flood's doing this time. It's Aaron's. It's all Aaron's.

[creeksidealtarboy]

Aaron enjoys it, too. There's no obligation, no pressure. He adores this man and he wants nothing more than to make him feel good.

He puts his hands on him, kissing him, running his fingers in his hair.

[threedontknows]

Huaisang lets his hands roam idly over Aaron's body, eventually finding their way back under his bulky shirt. His fingers are a little cold and he apologizes with a quiet laugh as he tries to warm them against his skin.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He yelps a little and sits back, taking Huaisang's hands from his skin and wrapping his hands around his fingers.

"You brat," he teases.

[threedontknows]

Yep, he sure is! He chuckles and leans forward to try and kiss him again, this time very sweet, almost a little delicate brush of his lips against his.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He kisses his fingers. "There. Try again."

[threedontknows]

Huaisang pushes his fingers back underneath Aaron's shirt, trailing along the dips between his muscles and over the curves of his abs and pecs. He smiles up at him as his fingers find one of his nipples and gives it a cheeky little squeeze.

[creeksidealtarboy]

He doesn't push him away. He just leans in to kiss him, opening his mouth to him again. With his hands on him, all he feels is warmth.