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But haven't you heard / hearts turn to dirt

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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?"

"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.

"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.

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."

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.

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 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.

Huaisang blinks a bit swifter, but he follows Doul down without any hesitation. Once Doul's down on his back, Huaisang straddles him, ever so lightly pinning down Doul's upper arms with his shins. Gentle fingers slide into Doul's hair, gripping tight, and he smiles warmly down at him. "Of course stay. Didn't I say that you're to lick me open and then fuck me until I'm satisfied?"

Thighs spread wide, Huaisang slides forward a bit, straddling Doul's head and lifting his own cock and balls lightly as they drop down Doul's seed upon him. "Go on, now. Look at the mess you made. Better start cleaning me up."

"You did," he says softly, followed by a noise of satisfaction as he's delicately pinned in place. Doul leans up and in, moving to lap up his spend and just enjoy the experience of being so close. If he was clever, he'd be careful not to get greedy.

And is is clever, but maybe he can leave his good sense at the door just for a little while. He hums, a low rumble of sound, and realizes that he can't reach up and pull Huaisang closer. It's a tragedy, but he'll survive.

Huaisang's legs pin down Doul's upper arms, but he leaves Doul's hands free to touch, and it wouldn't be hard for those hands to stray to his hips, to grip possessively.

Gasping and laughing with pleasure at the kisses and licks that he receives so eagerly from his lover, Huaisang arches at the low rumble against his sensitive skin and that tickling rasp of Doul's stubble. "Doul!" he cries out, bright and happy, hips bucking a little as Doul's tongue teases him.

If he can touch and hold on, that's exactly what he's going to do. Not so hard that he'll bruise Huaisang, but certainly enough to keep him exactly where he wants to be.

He's not about to respond with commentary, rather he'll just smile and get back to his task. Next time, he wants to be on top, pinning him down so that he can eat him out for as long as he wants. See if he can make Huaisang squirm and cry out.

Whimpering and quivering with pleasure as Doul cleans him up, Huaisang rocks his hips into it, urging him to keep going. "Open me," he commands, shifting to put his entrance to Doul's lips. "Make me come on your tongue and then fuck me while I'm still quivering from it."

It's been some time since Doul has done such a thing, but he remembers what his previous lovers had enjoyed. He spreads Huaisang's cheeks wider and leaves a broad, hot stripe up and over him. Working him open is a slow process and he is not always gentle - a sharp toothed nip to his cheek.

If he can wriggle a hand free, he'll start to see if he can press in alongside or after his tongue.

Huaisang moans at the first bold stroke of Doul's tongue, then yelps at that bite. Giggling in the aftermath of the bite, Huaisang grips tight to his lover's hair, holding him in place while he grinds his hips down to seek more.

Whining a little as Doul's hand moves away from his hip, Huaisang gasps as that hand finds a new purpose. It's been a long time since he's had anything but his own fingers or his carved toys inside of himself, and it feels better than he remembered. Whining plaintively as Doul works him open, Huaisang bucks and writhes above him, shamelessly giving himself over to his pleasure.

Shameless is a good look for Huaisang and Doul hopes to see if from another angle a bit later. Perhaps even with some of those carved toys in play. (It's good to have goals.)

It's worth noting that while Doul has his flaws, and they are many and varied, no one has ever accused him of lacking focus. He makes a noise, a sort of gasp, and licks in, slicking the rim of his arse and around his fingers as they press in.

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