But haven't you heard / hearts turn to dirt

[fanoperator]

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The war between the Jin Sect and the Nie Sect had gone on for months, a bloody and exhausting battle of attrition. Lan and Jiang had stayed out of it, which was a kind of mercy. Everyone knew that if they took sides, Lan Xichen would support his dearest friend and Jiang Cheng would support his, and it would only spread the bloodshed. Huaisang was grateful that they were left out of this, and yet he often longed for that support and comfort.

Things had only gotten worse when Jin Guangyao had begun bringing in mercenaries. He had coin to spare where Huaisang did not, able to rely upon rich grain fields and a larger populace. Terrain and skill allowed Huaisang’s men to keep them at bay, and yet. It felt like it would only be so long.

The day’s battle had been exhausting and demoralizing in the worst way, a group of mercenaries sent forth to batter at a weakness in Huaisang’s defenses. It had taken mere minutes for Huaisang to spot the strategy, and after hours he still had no solution. The mercenaries were sent on a suicide mission, that was clear, but what was also clear was that they would succeed. They were meant to die and the breach in the border would leave the Nie Sect weak. He would have to fall back inside the very walls of Qinghe. Any peasants left outside would be killed or captured. Any peasants brought inside would starve slowly under siege. It was inevitable.

Huaisang wanted to sob, but he forced himself to think, considering hypotheticals again and again, but it was always the same answer. The walls would breach. They would fall back. They would starve.

He couldn’t change those facts, and that was what delayed him for hours seeing the one thing he could change.

The leader of the mercenary band was the one they called the Scourge. It seemed like he could kill hundreds of men on his own. His blade moved lightning-fast, though he was no cultivator. And he would die like the rest today. That was the only comfort in the tragedy of the day.

All at once, Huaisang saw how to change the pattern.

He sent his orders swiftly, commanding the breach to be surrendered, to fall back sooner, to let the mercenaries live. All that mattered was risking everything on one play which would introduce a new variable.

His men brought their captive in to Qinghe bound in silvery nets of energy. Qinghe was reinforced and the gates had been closed, accepting that awful fate, but Huaisang had a new variable brought to kneel before him in his throne room.

Heart pounding with nerves to be a prey animal facing down such an obvious predator, Huaisang lifted his chin and fanned himself idly, pretending calm in the face of his deadly captive. “So you were the price Jin Guangyao was willing to pay in order to seize my lands.”

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[doul]

Doul is far from civilized, and he suspects that might be a part of the appeal. He lets Huaisang explore his old ink and even older injuries before leaning into the kiss. As he continues to hold him up against the wall, Doul moves to slip his thigh between the other man's legs to make sure that he has something to press himself against.

"Too many layers." He might complain, but there's no annoyance behind his words as he tugs aside undergarments and robes. "I just want to suck your cock, not hide in a tent."

[fanoperator]

Huaisang laughs delightedly at the grumbling about his complicated robes. Wiggling in Doul's grip, he helps to arch and lift himself in order to help get those clothes off. "No respectable sect leader would ever leave his bedroom in fewer than nine layers of clothing."

Grinding himself shamelessly against Doul's thigh, Huaisang whimpers again with want. His hands roam lower, cupping around Doul's cock and stroking at him through the fabric. "Uther Doul."

Finally the last of Huaisang's silken garments drops away, leaving him bared to Doul's view. He's slender and soft, skin unmarked by scars or ink aside from a few stray ink stains on his fingers from his perpetual writing and painting. He has light musculature on his arms and chest from the minimal daily Nie Sect exercises he performs, but his belly is soft and padded from his love of cakes.

[doul]

Now that's a fine sight. Doul isn't one to smile easily, but there's a shift in his expression that is something not wholly unlike a smile as he quickly drops to his knees and nuzzles against the soft curve of Huaisang's belly. A kiss, maybe two, and he makes a sound of quiet and profound contentment.

"Yes." He lets one hand skim up his side for balance and because he likes the contrast of his rougher, darker skin against the other man's. Nosing lower, he keeps pressing kisses down the edge of one hip, to the vee of his legs.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang gasps at the nuzzle to his belly, smile blossoming with joy at Doul's obvious admiration. It makes him feel so desired, exquisitely beautiful, and he relaxes against the wall, settling a gentle hand into Doul's hair.

The kisses make him squeak and giggle at the rasp of Doul's scuff against his sensitive skin. He quivers a little but is careful not to move, not wanting to discourage Doul from continuing. "Ah! Yes. Please."

His cock is already hard and eager, pretty and pink and demurely sized, rising from a soft nest of dark hair.

[doul]

It is always a pleasurable thing when reality lives up to expectation and that simple joy is clear on Doul's face as he leans in to nuzzle and lick at the head of Huaisang's prick. A thoughtful hum and then another lick, the broad curve of his tongue running up the underside.

There's a sound that's almost a sigh as he takes his time to explore and taste. He'll obey any request, but without guidance, he's going to go slow and relish the experience.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang's never seen anyone quite so pleased to see his cock, and he flushes shyly as he watches Doul's explorations. He's used to being teased for his size, either gently or not-so-gently. Gasping and shivering at Doul's kisses and licks, Huaisang keeps his hand gently tangled in Doul's hair, fingertips quivering and tensing every so often as Doul's mouth finds a sensitive spot. "Ah! Uther Doul. I do like you best on your knees."

[doul]

Why would he tease about that? Huiasang's size is just perfect. If anything it means it's ever so much easier for him to lick and suck.

"Pink as the curve of a seashell." He breathes out warm praise and looks up, almost soft around the edges (or as close as he ever gets). Doul doesn't say that he likes being on his knees, but it's not difficult to guess.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang's eyes widen a little in surprised pleasure as he realizes that Doul's praising his cock as pretty. He agrees, but he's not used to hearing it. "Are you a poet, my mercenary?" he asks, shivering at the warm breath against his skin, still damp from Doul's kisses and licks.

Cupping Doul's cheek in his hand, Huaisang smiles warm and fond down at him in return. "All this time we've spent on strategy. Perhaps we'll have to spend more time on poetry from now on."

[doul]

Eyes fluttering shut, he leans into the touch and breathes out slow and steady before speaking gently, "Ah, honey is on my tongue, and I saw you as I passed last night, framed in a sky of gold; through the sun's fast paling light, you were my lord of old."

Which is to say, he doesn't write poetry to be shared, but he is well versed in the classics.

There's another sound, almost a whine of impatience as he kisses, then licks at the head of his prick.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang whimpers at the recitation, knees faltering slightly, just as affected by the poetry as the caress of Doul's tongue. The romanticism hooks him. Even though he knows he shouldn't fall for a mercenary, a foreigner, someone whose loyalties are blatantly offered to be bought and sold, and Huaisang still doesn't have the prize that Doul wants, he can't help it. The poem's hook sinks in, and he's caught. Besotted.

"Uther Doul," he begs, all neediness and yearning. He wants more, and yet he's too entranced by Doul's reverence to hurry past it.

[doul]

If he's begging, the least Doul can do is to turn his head to better bite and suck a mark on the soft skin of his inner thigh. One hand on his hip to hold him steady, another teasing over his balls, and he wants the bruise to sting, to stay there for a day or two. Once he's satisfied with his work, he returns his focus on Huaisang's cock.

Another lick over the head, a smug smile. "Honey on my tongue, my lord. Hmm?" He doesn't wait for an answer before taking him in his mouth.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang gasps at the bite, throwing his head back quick enough that there's a thud and a dull ache when his head hits the wall behind him. He quivers, needing that hand holding him steady. He moans loudly, the edge of it quavering with a whine, and he's forgotten entirely about trying to stay quiet. His attendants know well that the library needs to be left private right now.

Eyes closed with bliss, Huaisang whimpers again when Doul's mouth releases, leaving his skin tingling with aftershock and the knowledge of a pending bruise.

Moaning again as Doul takes him onto his tongue, Huaisang's hand tightens a little on Doul's head while his hips cant forward, taking Doul's mouth fully so that the head of his cock nestles against the back of his throat and Doul's nose is pressed into the soft tangle of Huaisang's pubic hair.

[doul]

With his own wordless sound of desire, Doul is clearly more than willing to let Huaisang fuck his mouth. He shifts where he's kneeling, barely moving at all, but he's aware that he's hard in his trousers and the seam was pressing too much or not enough.

If he could speak, he'd ask for more.

[fanoperator]

Flushed and shivering at the sound Doul makes, at the eager way he responds, Huaisang starts rolling his hips forward with more control, gently fucking Doul's mouth. He locks his eyes on Doul's face to make sure he's not overwhelmed, but there's not a lot that needs deepthroating, and Doul's breath is never blocked for more than a couple of moments at a time.

Gasping with soft, sweet desire at how Doul offers himself up like this, Huaisang lets himself get a little bit lost in it. He hasn't taken a lover in so long, and with the exhaustion of the war he's barely had the time to tend to himself.

Always quick to finish, Huaisang manages a bare dozen thrusts before he spills himself across Doul's tongue, releasing without bothering to warn or ask permission because of how Doul had asked for honey.

[doul]

Maybe it's his own post-war stress coming out to play, but there's a definite soft, almost floating feeling somewhere in his chest. He's not overwhelmed, except in the best possible way and it's an effort not to get too lost in it. If he's very lucky he'll be permitted to do this again and again. There's a greedy little part of his heart that wants to keep at this until he really can let go and just drift.

When his lover comes, he swallows down without any complaint and keeps his now soft prick warm in his mouth until he's told to do otherwise.

[fanoperator]

Eyelashes fluttering as Huaisang returns to his senses, Huaisang smiles down at Doul with dazed pleasure, gently caressing his cheek in admiration of the sweetness and devotion. He didn't expect any of this from his rough mercenary. It makes him seem almost soft, this desire to offer himself to Huaisang's pleasure.

"Well done," he murmurs, warm with affection.

A light foot lifts between Doul's legs, gently pressing the top of his foot into the waiting bulge.

"Show me," Huaisang commands. His hand on Doul's cheek is light, but he doesn't pull him back just yet, wanting to see how gracefully Doul can get his trousers open without releasing his mouthful.

[doul]

Looking more than a little dazed, Doul swallows and is aware that he's going to start looking a mess soon. Perhaps he likes it? Something to think about when he's not shivering and carefully, ever so gently working to get his trousers properly undone, opened down the fly, and shoved low enough that he can tug his dampened small-clothes along with.

The wicked scar that curls over his side and his hip continues here, down over his thigh. Nearly lost some very important anatomy there, but his prick remains - hard, visibly leaking rather a lot, and of a perfectly average size.

He does not whine, but there's a soft 'wuff' of sound.

[fanoperator]

Licking his lips with desire as he watches Doul struggle and then expose himself, Huaisang nestles his foot gently under Doul's cock, letting Doul's balls rest upon his toes while the head of Doul's cock bumps Huaisang's ankle. "Perfectly serviceable," he murmurs, fondly teasing, and then finally pulls Doul's head back, hand tangling a bit harder in Doul's hair.

Bending down, he delivers a sweet kiss to Doul's lips, then straightens up again and releases him. "Go on," he urges, turning around and arching his back a little to present his ass. Bracing his arms against the wall, Huaisang glances over his shoulder with a coy smirk. "Didn't you say you wanted my thighs?"

[doul]

He leans up into the kiss and makes a small, bereft noise when it ends but that sadness passes quick enough when Huaisang turns and offers himself. A little less than steady, Doul stands and pushes his trousers down further, moving to lick at his hand before slicking up his prick and moving to stand behind the other man.

"I did. I want to come between them." As he presses Huaisang up against the wall, his voice is a rumble and there's no hiding the way his cock juts between them. He's already slipping in place when he asks permission, "May I? Or only when you allow it?"

[fanoperator]

"You may." Huaisang shivers with pleasure at the feeling of that rough, warm chest against his own, pinning him against the wall in a way that makes him feel protected and desired. "You'll find that I'm very generous with orgasms, but I may require you to pleasure me to three or more orgasms, so you may have to ... choose your pacing to make certain you don't disappoint. Hopefully you're quick at recovery."

Grinding his hips back against Doul to invite him, Huaisang lets Doul choose his pace and angle. Huaisang's far more interested in wiggling playfully in his arms, enjoying the solid strength of the muscles surrounding him.

[doul]

"Quick enough and greedy enough." Doul doesn't exactly growl, but there's a low, rough noise as he slides his cock between Huaisang's thighs. "And for you? I want to. I ...ah, I am happy to be used as needed."

Hell, he could cut that sentence down to 'happy to be used' but that might be a bit much.

There's a certain angle that he's able to find which makes his skin tingle and spark. He's able to hold their bodies together, to reach down and tease Huaisang with one hand while using the other to hold them against the wall.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang gives a whimpery little sound of approving desire at the response and that almost-growl.

Clenching his thighs around Doul's cock, Huaisang flexes his muscles in careful ripples of tension and release, helping to milk that hot length pressed between his thighs.

This is already everything he wants, and the promise of for you is exquisite. He loves knowing that he's special to Doul, that he has Doul securely wrapped around his finger. He's aware that mercenaries aren't loyal by nature, but he earnestly wants to keep this one.

"Good. I like you greedy." Shuddering pleasantly at that teasing hand, Huaisang grinds into the touch, feeling caught but also so safe in Doul's strong grip, caged in his arms. "When you're done, you're going to lick me open and then fuck me again and again until I'm satisfied."

[doul]

That sounds lovely and Doul rumbles, pleased and further aroused by Huaisang's suggestion. He's looking forward to seeing just how much it will take to wear the other man out. It may not be easy, but the good things in life never are.

When he comes, he's quiet and possessive. Low rumbling, a need to rub his face against Huaisang's skin. He needs to taste, touch, and ensure that he's fully and as thoroughly satisfied as possible.

[fanoperator]

Huaisang gasps and giggles with pleasure at the tight squeeze of Doul's arms, the ticklish scratch of his stubble against Huaisang's sensitive skin, the hot spatter of seed against the back of Huaisang's balls and the inside of his thighs as Doul comes.

Eyelashes fluttering closed with bliss, Huaisang makes a low little hum of contentment, then nudges softly at Doul. "Lie down on your back."

[doul]

Doul will do whatever he's asked, but he moves a little slower when lying down. He wants to keep touching Huaisang and will nuzzle or kiss any part that comes close.

"Stay?" Blink, slow blink. "I'd like that."

'Please' isn't something he like to say, but there's a measure of interest or desire that is apparent.