Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk

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Frustrated at his lack of progress, Huaisang wanders aimlessly through the halls. He empties his mind, taking turns at random, letting his feet carry him where they will. The most important thing is to be truly aimless.

A man with a tendency for "aimless wandering" who keeps wandering into important corridors, knocking over important records, and forgetting to announce himself outside of doors where important conversations are taking place, well, that man's an enemy who needs to get murdered. A man with a tendency for aimless wandering who tends to get lost and show up in the horse stables or the laundry far more often than he turns up anywhere strategically important, well, that man's just an idiot. No need to worry on the rare occasions that he wanders himself somewhere with secrets. No need to guard one's conversation in front of him.

Huaisang scratches at his head with his closed fan, thinking about his conversation with Meng Yao rather than where he's going. There'd been a stranger in the room when he'd entered. A foreigner, taller than anyone else in the room. And Meng Yao hadn't dismissed him, not even for Huaisang's antics.

Third brother, I don't know what to do, there are monsters popping up in the forest south-west of Qinghe. Can you send some of the cultivators from the watchtowers you built? Isn't that why you built them? No, of course I don't mind your cultivators crossing into Qinghe territory, why would I?

Third brother, the Nie Sect has still not rebuilt from the war and there are not enough generals to teach the new recruits, what will I do? Can you send some of your generals to help to teach them? No, of course I don't mind having Jin Sect cultivators in the heart of Qinghe, why would I?

Yes, of course we'll provide the Jin Sect with steel from the mines at a discount. Barely more than the cost of mining. I'm happy to do it, third brother. You do so much for us.

Third brother, my second cousin says that he needs money for a new roof but there isn't money in the treasury, what should I do?

Finally Meng Yao sent him away as Huaisang's problems became more and more petty and foolish, and Huaisang went back to the rooms where he always stayed when he came to visit Meng Yao. And Huaisang was so often in need of his dead brother's sworn brother's guidance that he spent almost as much time in Lanling as he spent in Qinghe.

And he, of course, had a tendency for aimless wandering. Which was just as well considering he had no plan. 

His first plan had ended in tragedy. His other efforts had garnered some gems of information, but it wasn't enough. Years had passed, and all he had was the word of a maidservant and an elderly prostitute. That wasn't nearly enough to bring down the most honorable and powerful man in the cultivation world. He needed someone stronger. He needed Wei Wuxian, but there was no use wishing for the help of the dead.

Mulling over his own helplessness, Huaisang had genuinely no idea where he was when he turned a corner and walked into a warm, solid chest.

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Huaisang looks back at him with a grin at that line, very pleased and impressed with Loki's smoothness, even though he doesn't really believe that he himself outshines this room. Years of being outshone and forgotten by his friends has left Huaisang insecure, accustomed to being the one that people settle for because he's easy, not the one that people choose.

"Sounds like you've had too much to drink," Huaisang teases in return, but it certainly draws Huaisang away from his side and back over to Loki. He tugs at him, bringing him into the next room, which is a bedroom. There's a kneeling desk set up with a painting in progress, and it matches the room, not Huaisang. It's a beautiful piece, artfully done, showing a red-winged bird and a peony in bloom, all soft prettiness but with limited feeling, compared to the absolute mastery of the artwork on the fan Huaisang carries.

This room shows a little more of Huaisang's genuine clutter, discarded fans that don't match the carefully crafted aesthetic, outfits that didn't get selected, a bag of candies left sitting open, but even so it's limited. Huaisang tends toward tidiness, accustomed to the streamlined efficiency of the Nie Sect, but there's a boisterousness of his nature that isn't contained so strictly in the bedroom compared to the outer room.

Stepping close, Huaisang presses up against Loki, taking hold of his shirt and tugging playfully at him. "Shall we spend the rest of our evening in serious conversation?"

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Not having yet realized that the fan is likely Huaisang's own artwork, Loki notes the painting in the bedroom with a momentary curiosity before his attentions are brought once again to the man to whom these rooms are assigned in the first place. His eyes sparkle with amusement at Huaisang's question, and Loki's expressive eyebrows do a dance full of suggestion on his forehead.

"Only in the sense that I am seriously interested in making you laugh, moan, sigh. But I do not think the entire conversation need be serious, no." Loki laughs, arms wrapping around Huaisang's waist, and leaning down with every intention of capturing Huaisang's lips with his own.

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Huaisang laughs happily at the flirtation, leaning up on his tip toes to bridge a little of their height difference. His hands slide up Loki's chest to curl around the back of his head, gently welcoming him down as he meets the kiss.

Heart fluttering with pleasure, Huaisang makes a soft sound of yearning into the kiss, grateful that he hadn't been misreading the flirtation. He'd been achingly lonely for years, isolated from companionship both by the nature of his position and from his absolute paranoia after his brother's death, not allowing himself to be genuine with anyone.

But Loki was a foreigner, uninvolved in his brother's murder from years ago, unlikely to stay for long, and he needed nothing from Huaisang but companionship. Huaisang knew he had to be wary of the possibility that Loki was Meng Yao's creature, but he'd kept his foolish, helpless mask in place for years, only ever letting it down around a tiny handful of his most trusted ministers. He doubted that a honey trap would be able to crack what paranoid, scheming, murderously brilliant Meng Yao himself never had.

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One of Loki's hands moves from Huaisang's waist in order to cup the other man's chin, tilting his face just so in order for Loki to deepen the kiss. The soft, needful little noise Huaisang makes goes straight to Loki's cock, honestly, and he gently nips at the other man's lower lip.

"Before I get to far ahead of myself," Loki interrupts (with more than a little resignation at himself for the timing), "I want to know if there's anything you'd rather I not do this evening." Which is also a very neatly arranged opportunity for Huaisang to tell him what he would prefer.

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Huaisang moans as Loki deepens the kiss, hands tightening in Loki's hair as he presses himself up into it, needy whimpers getting more frequent as the kiss continues.

A little whine escapes him as it breaks, but he cuts that off quickly, flushed and panting as his gaze flicks over Loki's face to make sure that it's not displeasure with him that made the kiss break. His grin returns quickly at what he sees, leaning comfortably against Loki's chest and taking a moment to consider his response. His fingers trace idle patterns against Loki's shoulder, and he licks his lips thoughtfully, savoring the taste of Loki on his mouth.

"I like being indulged," Huaisang murmurs. "Spoiled with pleasure and attention. Talk as dirty as you want, but make me feel desired and valued, not cheap. I like being ... fucked. And it's ... been a while." Ducking his head shyly as he admits that, Huaisang bites down on his lower lip, taking a moment to recover control of his insecurity so that he can continue. "Aside from that, um. I don't like ... messy things. I mean, semen's fine. But even that I'd rather have it in me than on me unless it's getting cleaned up promptly."

Cheeks flaming as he tenses up, insecurity spiking badly enough that he can't manage to lift his eyes above the level of Loki's throat. The certainty that no one desires him makes it cripplingly difficult to state his preferences rather than to just adapt himself to please a partner, and he's immediately terrified that he's ruined his chances if Loki's displeased by any of Huaisang's requests.

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Huaisang's tensing, the fact that the other man won't look him in the eye after what Loki considers a quite fair and reasonable list of desires and dislikes, speaks volumes to the demigod. He tilts Huaisang's face towards him once again, and gives the other man a soft but intense kiss, full of promise.

"Clean up is not a problem," Loki promises, because he, too, doesn't tend towards indulging in mess for the pure sake of messiness... if there's no purpose or point, then why bother being all sticky? Plus you know. Magic. Speaking of which, he wiggles his fingers a little bit. "And I thank you for letting me know what you like. What are you feelings on markings? From kisses, or bites, nothing that could be seen by anyone who would not see you... disrobed, hm?"

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There's no resistance as Loki lifts his chin, happy to yield to a gentle touch. He gives another longing sound at that kiss, leaning up again and opening his eyes with trust showing again.

"Yes, please." Huaisang's eyes flick down only briefly in shyness before he manages to hold Loki's gaze again, entranced by his dazzling blue eyes. "Don't break skin. Otherwise anything concealed beneath my clothes is fine."

Regaining some of his former boldness, Huaisang's clever fingers start seeking the fastenings of Loki's clothes, trying to figure out how the exotic foreign clothing can be removed. His own apparel is mostly tied shut, easy to unravel each layer by pulling the bows loose, but there are layers aplenty--he wears an outer mantle, outer robes, inner robes, trousers, undershirt (which is really just another thin silk robe, tied to one side), and under-trousers. "May I leave marks on you in return?"

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"I would be deeply wounded if you did not." Loki is not dressed in the fashion of the region but he is beginning to rethink that decision; there is something very satisfying about unwrapping Huaisang much like one would unwrap a gift. His own clothing is fastened and secured by a variety of belts and other such things, but Loki is well accustomed to helping uncertain or unfamiliar hands through the process.

Eventually the clothes are done away with, for both of them, and Loki takes a minute just to gaze at Huaisang's body. The beauty of it, for the man is definitely beautiful. "Gorgeous," Loki murmurs, hands trailing down the side of Huaisang's chest. Such fair skin will easily bruise and Loki decides to put that hypothesis to the test immediately, leaning down and worrying a small mark at Huaisang's collarbone.

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Huaisang blushes happily at the compliment, chin ducking but not quite as far or for as long as before. His eyes skim hungrily over Loki's body in return, hands having brushed frequently over skin while he helped to undress him.

He reaches out for Loki's cock, fingertips caressing lightly over the skin. Gasping and then laughing with bright, breathy laughter as Loki's mouth closes on his collarbone, Huaisang grips a little tighter. His touch is still careful and reverent, but clearly more distracted now. "I'm also--ah--ticklish. Did I mention that?"

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Loki breathes out a pleased hum at Huaisang's touch. "You did not. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?" Not everyone has the same feelings about being tickled, after all, and Loki would like tonight to be an overall good time for Huaisang. "Would you prefer a rougher touch?"

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"Good. Arousing." Huaisang's fingers keep moving over Loki's cock, exploring and appreciating the length of him. "I don't mind a bit of roughness, but I like the tickling. Just so long as you know that I'll get distracted."

Letting go of his cock for now, Huaisang takes Loki's hand and guides him over to the bed. He pauses for a moment to take a clay jar of perfumed oil from a chest at the bedside, then sits back on the bed, beckoning to Loki to draw him down.