But haven't you heard / hearts turn to dirt

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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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[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.

[fanoperator]

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."

[doul]

"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.

[fanoperator]

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.

[doul]

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.

[fanoperator]

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."

[doul]

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.

[fanoperator]

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.

[doul]

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.

[fanoperator]

Keening happily as Doul's fingers slide inside of him, Huaisang grinds back against them, making constant sweet little noises to urge him on. "Keep going. That feels perfect. Ah! Uther Doul. I like you like this. Putting that clever tongue of yours to good use."