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[threedontknows]

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.

[creeksidealtarboy]

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.

[threedontknows]

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."

[creeksidealtarboy]

"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.

[threedontknows]

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?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"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."

[threedontknows]

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?"

[creeksidealtarboy]

"I dunno," he laughs. "Nothing that Pearl Jam makes. Lots of their stuff is real sad. Or about fucked up families."

[threedontknows]

“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.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"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.

[threedontknows]

“After we sleep,” he exhales, trying not to outright purr at being held like this.

[creeksidealtarboy]

"Yeah, sure."

And he reaches over, flipping out the light before he settles in to sleep.