102 » i can't find myself after all they did

[spiralabyss]

[ The traveler's birthday was, of course, a cause for great celebration.

How often does one get the chance to celebrate the birth of a hero, after all? In an attempt to satisfy all of the many people he's met — the many people throughout Teyvat who have grown to love him — Aether spent the morning in Liyue and the evening in Mondstadt, but that worked perfectly well for Kaeya, whose idea of gaiety involved making the poor boy sample every single cocktail offered at the Angel's Share. Now that it's legal, he'd teased, I need to make sure you've experienced every delight that adult life has to offer.

Honestly, he wasn't even being subtle at that point. It's a mark of how naïve Jean and Amber can be that no one thought twice about what he was really saying.

Anyway, Aether had... curious reactions. The traveler was clearly faking inebriation from the start. Real beginner drinkers usually remark on the burn of alcohol, the odd taste of it; Aether seemed more than familiar with the complex smoke of whiskey, the sweet subtleties of wine. He didn't actually start to get drunk until about the fourth or fifth cocktail made. By the seventh, he was feigning sleepiness, pretending to fall asleep on Venti's shoulder, but Kaeya knew better. He probably could have gone on drinking for the next few hours.

But Diluc had looked Kaeya in the eyes, sharply, and told him to stop messing around and get the boy to bed.

The captain could have thanked his brother in response.

Well, barely legal or not — and while Kaeya wouldn't mind the former at all, or not is what he suspects at this point in time — he's more than happy to sling a "sleepy" Aether over his shoulder and walk him back to the Knights of Favonius headquarters to rest. Margaret spots them on the way back and giggles; Kaeya stops rubbing his thumb over Aether's hipbone then, puts up his usual sterling mask, asks her how business is doing at the Cat's Tail, wishes her a good night. The minute she turns around, he's sliding his fingers over the curve of Aether's waistline again, fingers slipping past the golden trim on his waistband to invade the line between the traveler's thigh and groin.

The minute they get into a dark bedroom in the Favonius barracks, Kaeya deposits Aether on the bed there, pausing to brush his golden hair out of his eyes. ]

You're awfully cute like this.

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[ Aether isn't actually so drunk that he can't walk, of course... but Kaeya seems to enjoy it, so he's playing it up.

His birthday was a good one, all things considered. The Qixing and the various people in Liyue who know him didn't exactly get together to celebrate, but Ningguang and Keqing both sent gifts, and then he went to watch a play with Zhongli, who — though he was not rude to the other theatergoers — enthusiastically whispered in his ear the whole time about this and that. Childe, much to Aether's own surprise, presented his favorite sparring companion with a selection of trinkets and lunch at the Liuli Pavilion. Then, of course, Aether traveled to Mondstadt, where Amber had planned a cheery party at the Angel's Share...

And Kaeya had spent the evening plying him with alcohol, seemingly all the more pleased the more he drank.

The traveler lets the cavalry captain feel him up all the way back to the Knights of Favonius building, his jaw setting as he struggles not to laugh and squirm beneath the man's fingers; he lets himself be deposited on the bed, his legs bent at the knees and askew just so. When he looks up at the man who carried him back from the bar, there's something faintly coquettish in his expression. ]

You like it when I'm obedient, don't you?

[ Hmm, he actually is slurring a little. Perhaps he's not quite as sober as he himself thought he was... but if he's still awake, he can't be all that sloshed. He knows himself quite well in that regard. ]

I knew you were the kind of person who likes to get people drunk before you take them home.

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So rude. You make it sound like you expect me to use your unconscious body.

[ Not that Aether is entirely wrong. Kaeya would never do anything like take advantage of someone else's inebriation (well, maybe), but... there's actually something very pleasurable about seeing the traveler all laid out beneath him like this. All that alcohol has stained Aether's cheeks and lips a pretty pink, making his pale skin stand out all the more strongly against his golden hair. It's a good sight. So slender and strong and open to Kaeya's touch — really, Aether wears defiled innocence as well as a bride on her wedding-night.

Yes, there's just such a special satisfaction in the way that Kaeya can place his hands on Aether's knees and just watch those those long legs spread for him. It's every bit as heady and intoxicating as power.

This isn't the kind of night where he wants to be in charge, however. (Honestly, Kaeya rarely ever wants to be in charge.) He sinks into the mattress beside the traveler for a moment, just letting his hands wander with no particular plan as to where he wants the evening to go. ]

Do you really have such a low opinion of me?

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I'm here with you right now, aren't I?

[ It's not a direct reply, no, but the implication is this: his opinion of Kaeya can't be all that low if he's willing to let the man touch him like this. (Alternatively, his opinion of Kaeya is exactly that low, but he doesn't have the self-respect he needs to push the cavalry captain off of his body and walk out of this room.) Stretching slightly, arching his spine like a cat's as he squirms beneath Kaeya's touch, Aether lazily unclasps his pauldron and breastplate from his body. The belts that hold everything together fall apart over his chest; just the faintest bit spitefully, he leaves them for Kaeya to deal with. ]

You should get those clothes off. You have too many metal bits.

[ They all have too many metal bits, but Kaeya is especially pointy. Aether hooks a finger into the metal ring — more of a pentagon, really — at his collar, pulling him down for a kiss. Not an especially messy one — the angle of their union is a little too difficult for much tongue — but it's a heated one, full of promise. Despite his disaffected attitude, he wants this badly.

Releasing Kaeya's neck after a moment, Aether lets his arm fall against the mattress as he looks up at his lover for the evening, catching his breath. ]

...And now that I think about it, I don't think you've ever let me see you completely nude.

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Is that what you want for your birthday present? Me, stripped naked? Or should I be all wrapped up with a little bow?

[ Aether has a point, though: it's true that Kaeya's never been very inclined to take everything off, even in the bedroom. Sometimes he keeps his shirt on; other times, his pants. There was one occasion where they fucked messily enough that Kaeya took most of his clothes off, and all of Aether's — but he still had his gloves on after all was said and done, almost as if he wasn't comfortable without at least one article of clothing between them, one last line of demarcation.

Nudity is an easy enough thing to provide, though. Oh, sure, Aether has to ask for it, and Kaeya will have to brace himself for the unpleasant tang of vulnerability — but he's not unwilling to step up to the plate. If it's something Aether genuinely wants and costs little to provide? Sure. Fine. ]

I could think of so many more things I'd rather give you.

[ Mischievously, and perhaps with just a touch of mock disappointment, the cavalry captain sighs and starts stripping the traveler of his accoutrements, sliding his shirt up past his nipples once his cape and cowl and too-many-belts are removed. He doesn't even try to resist temptation; unhesitating, the knight lowers his mouth, pressing gentle kisses against the deliciously soft skin of Aether's chest. ]

The eyepatch stays on, though.

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[ He's expecting it, but still, the heat of Kaeya's mouth pressed up against his cool skin makes Aether moan softly at the back of his throat. His fingers tangle in Kaeya's soft blue hair, implicitly encouraging, holding the knight close, and almost lovingly so. If he tipped his mouth downward, he could press a kiss to Kaeya's hair. ]

I — nnh — wouldn't dream of asking you to give up your secrets.

[ He does lean a little closer, but only to breathe deep of the man's refreshing scent: something silky and elegant, faintly floral, yet clarifying as the air on a winter day. It's addictive. He's not sure he can get enough. He wants to know what the smell of Kaeya's cologne is like when it's mixed with the heady scents of sex and sweat. Suddenly greedy for more than just these kisses to his chest, Aether reaches down and tips Kaeya's chin upward with a guiding finger, pressing the knight's mouth to his lips instead.

The kiss is hungry and wanting and tastes of all the drinks he imbibed at the Angel's Share. Just as Kaeya likes it: a pretty, freshly legal young thing all wrapped up in the adult pleasure of alcohol. ]

Go on, then. Show me exactly what you'd rather give me. It's my birthday. I want everything.

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[ Death in the Afternoon tastes even better on the inside of Aether's mouth, warmer and sweeter when it's mixed with the taste of his tongue. Kaeya is not, by any means, the type of person who readily lets himself relax, but it's a mark of how often they've been doing this that he allows himself to close his eye, leaning heavily and hungrily into the traveler's touch. Any more needy, and someone might think that he's been tamed.

Anyway, freshly legal doesn't quite seem like the right descriptor when he's more than certain that Aether has been lying to him all this time, but he'll let himself enjoy the illicit thrill of kissing his pretty and delicate lover anyway. Pulling away in good time, Kaeya rocks back onto his shins and unclasps his vest, pulling it off his shoulders in a motion that can only be described as slightly feral. It's not that he's so worked up that he can't help himself — it's just that this is how he is when he's in bed. ]

Then strip.

[ He'll do the same, as requested. Tossing his vest to the floor — honestly, he is usually very particular about how his clothes are treated, but fuck it, it doesn't matter right now — Kaeya starts on his shirt, too, eyeing Aether with a glint in his icy iris. ]

And roll over onto your stomach when you're done.

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[ The command to strip was something Aether more or less expected, but the command to roll over... He has to wonder what Kaeya is playing at. If he just wanted sex, wouldn't it be easier to ask Aether to get on his knees and lift his hips?

Regardless, it's easy enough for Aether to take off his top from where it's been pushed up around his neck, then to remove his loose-fitting trousers. He assumes from the rustling behind him that Kaeya is doing the same; as fun and sensual as it is to strip the clothes off a lover, it's just faster to remove one's own clothing.

Completely nude, bared for Kaeya's enjoyment, Aether thinks about undoing his braid before deciding that it'll be easier to leave it in for the time being. He wonders what the man expects of him; he doesn't actually think that he's anything special to look at when he's naked. Humming softly, he poses on the bed for a moment before doing as he's told and rolling over onto his belly, coquettishly swinging one leg at the knee as if in coy 'come-hither' seductiveness. It does have the benefit of making his pert ass tighten just the barest bit. ]

There. Like what you see?

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Oh, more than anything.

[Maybe half of the reason Kaeya asked Aether to turn around was so that the traveler didn't have to see him awkwardly peel himself out of his extremely tight pants — which are very sensual in daily life, but decidedly unsexy when it comes to taking them off. Still, it works every time. The important thing is that when Aether finally looks over his shoulder with his cute little leg bent for Kaeya's enjoyment, the knight-captain is fully bared as requested, his cock already hard and at attention as he slides himself over Aether's body and settles it firmly between the cheeks of the traveler's cute ass.

He's not a monster, of course; he doesn't intend to just shove himself in. He is going to enjoy the view, though —, and the feel of him, the silky smooth expanse of Aether's supple skin. The knight's hard cock is just there to enjoy the soft warmth of Aether's sweet little butt as — it isn't too hard given their difference in height — Kaeya reaches out and slides his palms all up and down Aether's back, feeling up his sides, his shoulder blades, his arms.]

You're so small and delicate... It's so hard to resist the thought of just picking you up to squeeze.

[His voice teasing, Kaeya takes Aether by the shoulders, his thumbs already working at the tight knot at the base of his neck. It's not sex he wants, not just yet. He's going to be so thoroughly attentive to Aether tonight that the traveler will beg to be fucked.]

Just relax. I want you to lie back and enjoy yourself.

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Mm? Ah... sure...

[Aether's not sure what he expected — Kaeya's slicked-up fingers sliding into him, maybe? Or the wet heat of his mouth, or maybe something even more crass, like a rough, hungry squeeze to his buttocks. He certainly didn't brace himself for... this. The hands massaging his neck and shoulders feel familiar yet odd at the same time; after a moment, the traveler realizes that the cause of the disparity compared to what he's used to is that Kaeya has removed his gloves. It feels so strange, to be touched by Kaeya and not feel those leather gloves.

This is strange. This is new. Making himself more comfortable on the pillow — this is perfectly fine for him, as he wasn't quite at full arousal anyway — Aether hums a little softly, allowing a soft gasp to escape him when the knight-captain's hands dig deeper into a particularly pernicious point of tension between his shoulder blades. Oh, that hurts, but it feels so good to feel loosened up afterward...]

...I didn't know you knew how to do this.

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I have a great many talents you'll be delighted to discover in good time.

[In the public space of the Angel's Share, or in front of the other Knights to any capacity, that statement from Kaeya would be gentle: a little teasing, a little mysterious. Here, in private, he lets his voice go low, laden with filth — promising much more than a simple kneading of Aether's muscles and a good-night kiss. If all goes as planned — and most things go according to Kaeya's plans — the little traveler won't even be able to walk out of this room tomorrow morning. Kaeya is going to make sure of that.

But: one thing at a time. It's tempting to slide forward, to just rock gently into the friction afforded by Aether's soft asscheeks, but for now, the Cavalry Captain will mind himself. He rolls his thumbs in gentle circles, long straight lines, loving butterfly-wing patterns over the expanse of Aether's back. With the traveler pinned beneath him, he can feel the tension slowly easing out of Aether's shoulders and spine, which is good, and fulfilling — even a little rewarding. Quite unable to resist the temptation, Kaeya leans down and presses a kiss to the back of Aether's neck.]

Feeling good?

[He hardly needs to ask, but it's nice to hear his little lover's voice.]

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[Good? Aether feels better than good: loose, liquid, sinfully relaxed. He's so pliant that he simultaneously wants more and yet is so perfectly content with his lot in life that he wouldn't ask for a single thing to change (save Lumine's safe return to him, of course). The traveler is happy to just lay there and absorb every loving press and knead and sensual rub to his shoulders, every touch from Kaeya's perfect fingers. He sighs faintly, allowing a soft moan to escape him when he feels the captain's lips touch his neck.]

So good. I don't know what I've done to deserve this...

[Yes, yes, he knows — he didn't have to do anything: it's his birthday, and this is his birthday massage. Still, it's difficult to suddenly abandon the emotional framework wherein everything Aether does is with some understanding of give-and-take, and even though he knows that this is probably going to end with him repaying Kaeya tenfold in sexual favors of one sort or another, he still can't help but wonder what he owes.]

Do you want one in return...?

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You don't have to worry about things like that just yet.

[When he thinks he's done as much as he can with Aether's delicate spine and shoulders, Kaeya slides back some inches on the mattress, resting his weight on his knees so that he can sink his greedy hands into the traveler's pert rear and plush thighs instead. For such a small frame, and despite the way he wears loose-fitting trousers that keep his assets well out of view, Aether really does have such a delicious body. The way his ass provides just enough resistance for his fingers to sink into is just so exquisite...

Well, this isn't about playing with the booty, fun as that may be. Slowly and deliberately, Kaeya's fingers sink into Aether's thighs, parting them just slightly, thumbs sinking into the deliciously tender flesh of Aether's inner thighs. For how much of the traveler's body is lean muscle, he's awfully soft here... which tells Kaeya that maybe Aether could use a few lessons in how to ride him good and proper, to tighten up the muscle here a bit, but he doesn't really mind the traveler being on the softer side. So silky, so creamy...]

Watching you unravel like this is enough of a treat as it is.

[Oops, have his fingers slid a little bit further upward than necessary? Aether's glutes probably don't need massaging, but it is a little amusing to watch his little pucker twitch with the movement, so...]

Don't you ever stop thinking about the give-and-take of things, "partner"?

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[He can feel Kaeya's fingers just — just squeezing him, just probing and squishing and gripping his ass, exposing his entrance to the cool air and then hiding him from view again. It's lewd, is what it is... and a thousand times more embarrassing than it would be if Kaeya were just knuckle-deep inside of him, loosening him up.

It's not as though this is their first time together, and again, it's Aether's birthday, but the traveler finds himself blushing furiously, burying his warm cheeks into his cool pillow. What on earth does Kaeya think he's doing?!]

Are you just staring? [His voice sounds strained and far away, even to himself.] You could just put something in if you're going to do that...

[He's ignored Kaeya's question, but can anyone blame him? He feels like a piece of meat just being manhandled... and it's not entirely unpleasant, actually, but still!]

You're such a degenerate...

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I could, couldn't I? [He can't help but let his smile creep into his voice, even as his hands continue massaging and playing with Aether's juicy ass.] But I'm not going to. Not yet.

[Kaeya's not bothered by Aether's failure to answer his question; it only means the traveler is starting to get impatient and losing his focus, which is exactly what Kaeya wants tonight. Never mind that it's Aether's birthday, and that this should be an opportunity to spoil him — what's the fun in giving him what he wants if he doesn't explicitly say that he wants it?

Oh, Kaeya's got a little bit of a sadistic streak, sure, but Aether should be more than familiar with that side of him by now. Aether should know full well that questioning the captain like that only gets him to double down.]

Maybe I should have a taste of you, hm? Lift your hips up, stick my tongue in... [A breathy chuckle.] You like that, don't you? You squirm when I use my tongue. I think you love being eaten out, Aether, and you just don't want to admit it.

[For a moment, Kaeya's hands go still, possibly just to make the traveler think that his torment is over — but then they move back up to Aether's sensitive shoulders as the knight leans in and lowers his voice to whisper filth into the traveler's ear.]

I like looking at your cute little hole, Aether. I like it a lot. What I like the most about fucking you, besides how tight you get and how sweetly you beg... is that I can watch my cock pull in and out of you while you slur your words and turn into a mess. It's so big, but you take it so well...

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[Aether isn't easily flustered by any means, but hearing all this filth breathed directly into his ear stirs him up like nothing else. He buries his heated cheeks into the pillow he's resting on — some part of him wishes it smelled like Kaeya, but it doesn't smell of anything in particular, the sheets in the barracks are cleaned too often by Noelle to develop scents — and tries to suppress a whimper. Or maybe it's a frustrated growl. He can't quite tell the difference when he's so thoroughly embarrassed.]

You — you don't have to say things like that!

[Oh, but it's put all sorts of colorful images in Aether's mind, hasn't it? He's never actually been able to get a very good look at Kaeya's cock when it's pulling in and out of him, but he'd love to be able to, would love to see it the way the captain gets to see it. Maybe with mirrors, someday? Tonight, at least, the traveler can lie back and shake and shiver as he tries to resist the impulse to tell Kaeya to just put it in already. He's already hard.

Desperate, and hoping that the knight won't notice even though he knows full well that the knight will notice, Aether slowly starts bucking his hips into the mattress, relishing the slightest bit of friction he can get from rubbing the tip of his cock against the sheets. He hates how shameless and easy he is, how obviously he's being played. How is it that Kaeya's got him this hard just from some lascivious groping and a few sweet nothings in his ear?]

You're not doing a very good job of catering to me, if this is supposed to be my birthday present...

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[He may whine and he may bitch, but Aether's exactly as worked up as Kaeya likes to have him, if he's gotten to the point that he's trying to frot himself against the mattress. Just to torment him a bit more, the Cavalry Captain hums, drawing his fingers over the backs of Aether's thighs and squeezing them a bit more, his thumbs getting dangerously close to the traveler's sweet little sack, though he's nowhere near as close to his cock as Aether must want him to be.]

I think I might be spoiling you a little too much, Aether. You can't hold out just a little bit longer?

[It's a turn-on, though. It's incredibly arousing to see their city's fair-haired hero already this impatient for his fingers or his tongue or his cock — and all without all that much poking or prodding on Kaeya's part. And, true, he's probably only this impatient because the knight has rewarded him far too fast and frequently in the past.

What's a man to do but continue spoiling his lover? If it's pleasure Aether wants, it's pleasure he'll get. Just on Kaeya's terms, and no one else's.]

Be a good boy and turn over for me, then. I promise I'll make you very happy.

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[Aether really and truly thinks about defying this order just to put Kaeya in his place and remind him that he isn't a pet — but he's so worked up, and the knight is being so deliciously gentle, that Aether figures it won't hurt to be sweet and compliant just this once. Just this once. He swears he won't make it a habit.

(It's absolutely going to become a habit.)

A childish and lazy part of him wants to keep hugging the pillow beneath him, but Aether sighs, rolling over onto his back, revealing that his hard cock is fully erect and wanting, dripping at the tip and thoroughly ready for use. But he knows Kaeya too well to think that the man plans to ride him tonight. Indeed, his cock probably isn't going to see much use at all given how resolutely Kaeya's been refusing to touch him. The rest of his body is, of course, equally open to touch, from his adorable little nipples down to his toes, which curl rather cutely when Kaeya's one eye falls upon them.]

Is this what you want...?

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Mm-hmm. Very good.

[The sight of him... it's enough to make Kaeya's blood sing with the need to take him and conquer him, though he knows, for his own pleasure, that he's going to wait a while yet to do that. He wants to draw this out. He wants to wait until Aether is so jittery with the need to taste pleasure that he's only thinking of how Kaeya's cock feels inside of him.

The Cavalry Captain usually tries not to show his hand before he's played it, but he swallows on a pang of thirst in his throat despite himself. The recollection that it's the traveler's birthday has him in its thrall. Sure, it's not as if they haven't had sex before — he ruined that for himself, really, spoiled this moment because he just couldn't wait to sink his teeth into the traveler — but Aether is legal now, and even if laws don't mean all that much to the knight who's always willing to break them in the process of enforcing them, it still counts for something. It's special. Something to celebrate.

It matters enough that he wraps his hand very generously around Aether's reddened member, stroking it with a practiced hand before he lowers his lips and licks a path up his shaft, too. He's not quite at the point of giving Aether a blowjob, but this is probably far more attention than the traveler himself expected, considering how thoroughly he was being teased earlier.]

Don't come too soon now, birthday boy. [It's a joke, really; he doesn't mind at all if Aether comes all over his face.] There's so much more I want to show you.

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That's — nngh — easier s-said than done —

[It's so sudden and so indulgent that Aether has to fight the impulse to just give in to whatever Kaeya is doing to him; he feels so good, so good that he has to swallow on a visceral pang of saliva in his mouth when all the sensation from his cock runs through his body, making him squirm and whimper. What is Kaeya doing? It might be Aether's birthday, but he never makes things this easy, this sweet...]

Why are you... doing this...?

[It's not as though he wants the man to stop, but Kaeya's tongue swaths him in loving heat, complementing the haphazard movements of his fingers — it makes Aether claw at the sheets again, squeezing the fabric tightly between his knuckles as if that might make it easier to hold back the urge to spill all over Kaeya's lips. He takes a shuddering breath, trying not to sound as desperate as he feels.]

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[Aether's unraveling. Good, Kaeya thinks, through a pleasant haze of alcohol that is finally starting to set in now that he's had a minute to process all the cocktails he'd knocked back at the Angel's Share. It's nothing the Cavalry Captain can't handle, but it makes him more reckless than usual, which is something most people don't pick up on, since he does a good job of making it seem as though he's always reckless.

Suddenly hitching his breath in his throat, Kaeya changes his mind capriciously, abruptly wrapping his lips around Aether's length after all. A few swift and steady bobs orient him, and then he doesn't need the thumb and forefinger wrapped around the traveler's base to keep him in place; loving and diligent and impossibly generous, Kaeya moves up and down over Aether's cock, swallowing and hollowing his cheeks in a way that leave the traveler no choice but to coat the knight's tongue in sweet, heady cum.

Just a little more, he thinks. Just a little more. But it's never enough, really, and he knows he's kidding himself. The thought of being able to deflower Aether all over again has him firmly in its grasp.]

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[Oh, it's so easy to give in, to let Kaeya taste the sweetness of his surrender. The Cavalry Captain's hands are pinning Aether's thighs to the mattress, holding his hips in place so that he can't escape even if he tried — though it's not as though he would. Why would anyone want to escape such paradise, such bliss?

The traveler's protests melt like morning frost into frigid waters; soon, only delicate moans and whimpers escape him despite that he was desperately asking why only a moment ago. Over and over again his hips buck, thrusting into Kaeya's hot, wet mouth, the way the knight-captain's tongue keeps sliding up and over and around and under and left and right and right there right there against the impossibly sensitive tip of his cock, and he doesn't actually realize that his hands have slid into the roots of Kaeya's hair until he feels himself squeezing those navy-blue strands into the sensitive spaces between his fingers. He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, and it feels so good —]

K-Kaeya —

[He thinks he knows what it is now; he thinks he understands. It might be the birthday, or the drinks, or something else, but what Kaeya wants tonight is to shatter him, leave him senseless. It's not his place to know why; it's just his place to submit and enjoy it. The questions, the protests — they'll do nothing for him now.]

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[Kaeya swallows every little jolt of Aether's body, all the way down to the hilt; it's not as though the traveler's cock is small, but it's a delicate little thing, and all too easy to slip it past the resistance in his throat until it's snugly cushioned against Kaeya's voicebox, pumped dry by the incessant wiggling and twitching and flicking of Kaeya's tongue. Aether comes to pieces in Kaeya's mouth and it tastes like heaven, tastes like a dream. And Kaeya, Kaeya's the sort of man who likes it dirty and sordid and selfish — but sometimes, it feels so good to be perfect for someone else.

He remembers being eighteen. There had been a merchant from Liyue, all gorgeous curves and long legs at the bar, and Crepus had been cold in the grave maybe some two or three months. Diluc was gods-only-know-where, and if he'd been in a better frame of mind at the time, maybe Kaeya wouldn't have bothered. But they talked; she was interested. Through their conversation, he'd made sure she wouldn’t ever be back to Mondstadt. She was on her way to Fontaine for a four-year apprenticeship, or something like that; he didn't know, he didn't care. It was sloppy and awkward and messy, and she'd teased him for looking better than he was. Left in half-disgust. And afterward, the ache in his body had been satisfied, but the ache in his heart still felt like ice in his chest.

He doesn't want it to be like that for anyone else. Doesn't want it to be like that for Aether especially. He comes up with Aether's cum still in his mouth — smirks and smiles, swirls it around in his mouth like a heady cocktail before making a show of swallowing it down. His Adam's apple bobs with the movement.

Like this, it's perfect. Like this, Aether can be eighteen, even if he isn't, and Kaeya can be his fantasy, even if he isn't.

Only slightly breathless, Kaeya says nothing for once. He doesn't tease, doesn't gloat. Instead, he just leans down, bringing the traveler's taste to the traveler's tongue, and every kiss feels like absolution for the guilt of sins too old to be pardoned.

He finds Aether's hands with his fingers. He pins the traveler down.]

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[He doesn't like it when Kaeya plays him like a fiddle, but Aether can't help but admit that his arousal spikes at the sight of the man despite the fact that he just came; the sight of what he's spilled into Kaeya's mouth is just too lovely to resist. Pure, creamy white contrasted against the pink of his tongue and the red of his mouth and the tan of his skin — it's enough to make Aether swallow with unbridled thirst even as he watches Kaeya swallow his seed.

The traveler is a man, despite all appearances. He has needs. He has wants. He likes to submit, but he wants to make Kaeya submit just as much. If he could have his way, he'd grab hold of Kaeya's hair and thrust messily into the Captain's mouth until he really had his fill.

Before he can do that, though, the knight is upon him, kissing him and pinning him against the bed despite that he's already lying back, boneless from his release. Aether doesn't resist; he's realized by now that Kaeya doesn't want him to resist. It's his birthday, and this is his time to relax and enjoy himself. And maybe Kaeya has a reason to want birthdays to be special — maybe maybe maybe.

Aether doesn't think about it. Can't, given how good he feels. He closes his eyes into the kiss, coming down from the high of his orgasm, his mind pleasantly hazy, his body deliciously spent. But he's not drained, not by a long shot — he can't do much with his arms, given that they're being pinned down, but he hooks his ankles around Kaeya's back, "pinning" Kaeya down in his own way.

It takes a long, long moment — a good long moment to enjoy the soft wet silk of Kaeya's tongue flicking and licking over his own — but when they finally, finally part for breath, gasping softly and heaving with need, Aether wrests one of his wrists free, brushing his thumb lightly along the knight's bottom lip.]

...Satisfied now?

[He knows the answer can't be yes, but he wonders if Kaeya is himself aware of how he's acting. It's not an unwelcome sight on him, but it's oddly manic.]

[spiralabyss]

[Aether tastes like heaven on Kaeya's tongue — all the more so when the knowledge that the traveler must be able to taste himself fills Kaeya with an exceptionally perverse pleasure. The knight has never before felt the desire to please and corrupt so acutely; he wants to drown Aether in ecstasy, wants to slowly coach the traveler through doing increasingly filthy things, "teach" him even though he knows full well that the traveler doesn't need teaching.

Still: why not, for just one night? Why not indulge this fantasy to its fullest extent? Who but Aether would let Kaeya use his body like this, with such strangely selfish and reckless abandon? Anyone else, they'd let their egos get in the way. They'd expect him to be charming and sparkling and full of witty repartee even in the middle of this. The traveler, on the other hand, doesn't ask questions.]

...Not by a long shot.

[Fiercely, he kisses Aether one more time, then presses his body down against the traveler's, letting out a relieved breath he's slightly ashamed of. It's easier for him to ignore that he's hard when he's trapped in his obscenely tight pants, but as things stand, he's been aching for some time now, and he thinks he's nearing his limit. He buries his face in Aether's neck, licking a short stripe along the traveler's collarbones; his cock moves smoothly back and forth over the blond's silky thighs, seeking friction and release.]

Meant to tease you a bit more, but — [A shaky laugh, a grateful groan; he thinks he might be able to come just like this, if Aether pressed his thighs together and let Kaeya go wild...] I don't think I can hold back any longer.

[His expression steels over just the faintest bit, his gaze icy when he looks into Aether's patient eyes and finds the audacity to demand more. He releases the traveler's wrists.]

Get on top. I want to see every inch of you.

[ironwind]

[Get on top, Kaeya says, and despite the fact that Aether doesn't think of himself as particularly submissive, some primal instinct makes him obey, has him straddle Kaeya's surprisingly shapely hips and tease the head of the knight's cock with his thighs. The man is so strikingly gorgeous, all the more so now that he's unraveling ever so subtly and a touch of color is darkening his tan cheeks. Coquettishly, Aether rubs his fingers over the wet slit at the head of Kaeya's cock, teasing him all the more, as if the veins bulging and throbbing out of his cock aren't indication enough of how badly he wants release.]

Do you want me to ride you?

I wanted — [He bites his lip. It's too late; he's already said it, and Kaeya's clearly at his limit, wants to come already.] I wanted you to... to finger me until I came.

[He hastens toward an apology, blushing faintly — this despite the fact that Kaeya's already made him come, and done far more filthy things to achieve it, besides.]

I mean, I'll do whatever you want right now, but...

[spiralabyss]

[ He did decide that he wasn't going to hold back any longer, but — hearing Aether actually ask to come one more time sends a new flare of need rushing through him, the burn hotter and finer than that at the bottom of any glass of whiskey. It makes Kaeya's cock throb so hard that he actually hisses with arousal, and as much as he wants to just slam the traveler's hips down over his own and churn Aether's insides until he tastes sweet release, he's a gentleman first and foremost. How can he refuse when he's been asked so nicely?

And so, with a sigh that almost turns into a faint growl, Kaeya pulls down on one of Aether's arms, hard enough to make the traveler collapse into his chest; wrapping one arm around the outlander's shoulders so that he can't get away, he works his fingers in past Aether's entrance and curls his knuckles in just the right way — he could finger-fuck Aether hard enough to make him cry, he knows, but he's working a gentle, steady pace in spite of how hard he himself is at the moment.

It's almost enough to make him grit his teeth. Just long enough until he comes once, he tells himself. Just once — ]

You dirty whore.

[ It's half-breathed and even a little delirious; he's impatient, can't wait, curves and thrusts his fingers even faster. There's a sense of empowerment to this, too, though; he feels vaguely as though Aether is just a toy for him to play with and use, and it's so gratifying, the thought that he only needs his fingers to get Aether off. ]

You've wanted this from the start, haven't you?

[ironwind]

A-Ah — I've wanted —

[Aether wants to agree, to admit to it — he wants to concede that he's Kaeya's dirty little whore — but he can barely even think once the captain's fingers are curled inside of him, milking his prostate in a way that makes his cock throb every time his insides are pushed and prodded. If the knight wanted to, he could just as easily be rough, but he's fingering Aether in just the way that he needs to get off — this isn't about Kaeya's pleasure, but Aether's, and the traveler can't recall anyone else in all the worlds who ever treated him so well as he closes his eyes to keep them from rolling back in pleasure as he moans and pleads —]

W-Wanted — this — [Kaeya's fingers curve just right, and he gasps, he throbs] — Kaeya...!

[That's it, that's all he needed: just the steady pulse of Kaeya's long, slender fingers inside of him for a few seconds. That's all it takes to send him spilling over the edge, dripping his eager juices all over the Cavalry Captain's delectably toned abdomen, melting into a haze of pleasure he normally never lets his sharp mind sink into.

Yes, this is it — this was what he wanted.]

K-Kaeya...

[spiralabyss]

[Aether will have to forgive him just this once.

Well, and maybe a few more times after this, too.

Feeling the traveler squeeze tight around his fingers is just more than Kaeya can take right now; he's already aching with need, so much so that a fine mist of sweat is beading over the back of his neck despite the way he usually runs cool and unbothered, and there's nothing he wants more than to be sheathed inside Aether, feeling that tight wet heat around the veins throbbing in his cock instead of his bare fingers. Cursing under his breath, Kaeya impatiently finger-fucks Aether through his orgasm for a few glorious seconds before he decides the traveler's had more than enough — and he'll have some more after this, anyway.

It's time for him to have a little taste of pleasure, too. Gripping the traveler's hips, Kaeya positions Aether over his cock and then sinks gratefully into him, breath hitching when the traveler's opening takes the tip of his cock and then slides blissfully down. Oh, if that doesn't feel heavenly. Kaeya rocks his hips once, sending rays of pleasure arching through his head; the breath he takes is ragged and bestial, barely human. It could belong to a creature of the Abyss.]

Ngh... You're so tight...

[Smug laughter punctuates that statement — but he's been more than patient enough, he thinks. He wouldn't do anything if he thought Aether would actually be in terrible pain, of course, but he knows the traveler is nowhere near that limit. Heedless of the Honorary Knight's recovery — whether he's still riding out the last waves of his orgasm or he's too sensitive to be fucked — Kaeya slowly starts to fuck in earnest, bouncing the traveler up and down on his lap, letting out ragged little gasps each time Aether's impossibly silky insides rub up against his cock just right.]

Nngh — hah, yeah...

[ironwind]

[Aether's barely off the high of his orgasm when he feels Kaeya slip and hilt inside of him just right, and it's all so overwhelming that he feels himself keening before he hears the sound of his own voice. The long, grateful moan that escapes him despite his best efforts isn't anything that he recognizes from his own throat, but the hot, demanding pressure of Kaeya's cock inside of him prevents him from lingering too long on that embarrassed thought.

Then suddenly he's moving, or rather being moved — Kaeya's thick cock is sliding in and out of his body, making him feel hot and unbearably hard again despite the way he's just come — and it's all Aether can do to just wrap his arms around the Cavalry Captain's broad, tan shoulders and cling to every wave of pleasure as it comes. The hot, wet gasping of Kaeya's breath against his ear has him feeling outrageously desirous, dizzy with need. He isn't sure how to convince himself to let go.

He doesn't even mind the way that he's being used.]

Kaeya — [a little sigh, a breath of his own, and then he squeezes, just the barest bit, to see if he can make Kaeya spill over] — do you feel good...?

[spiralabyss]

Good...?

[He could almost muster a laugh for the absurdity of the question. Aether is being so ludicrous that he simply meets the traveler with a low chuckle, another eager roll of his hips that sends ecstasy trickling down his spine. The feeling of at last getting friction around his aching cock feels impossibly sweet; it's almost so good that Kaeya swears he can taste it, every bit as intoxicating as the last bit of Death After Noon at the bottom of a glass. He would be a fool to let his guard down entirely — but in the moment, he lets himself indulge the delirious impulse of slamming his cock into Aether over and over and over again, letting primal instinct take over in a way that he rarely allows.]

I feel better than good... Amazing, even...

[Experience tells him that he ought to go slow and steady, take Aether apart in a gentle and meticulous fashion, but in the moment, selfishly, he doesn't want to. Aether is just so damn tight, so tight and wet and eager, and the traveler looks at him with those needy, honey-gold eyes and he's letting his breath fade into ragged gasps and he just wants to burst —

— so he does, quickening his pace to a breakneck bucking of his hips that might be almost painful if not for the way he knows he's hitting Aether's sweet spot, his one uncovered eye solely fixed on the slight part of Aether's lips as he fucks into his lusciously welcoming body, both hands wrapped around Aether's slender waist, handling him like a toy.

He comes with a shaky gasp —]

[ironwind]

[— and Aether wraps his arms tightly around him to accept it, nails digging into Kaeya's shoulders as he takes in every last drop of the knight's release.

Better than good. Amazing. It's so reassuring to hear Kaeya of all people say something like that — so comforting to have the knight pressed into him, gasping quietly for breath and squeezing his waist; the traveler has already come so many times tonight, but he already feels another orgasm welling up from the tight knot of pleasure in his belly. Kaeya's hips are slowing to a halt as he's overwhelmed by his orgasm, but even so, he's fucking Aether so hard that the traveler's entering that exquisite realm of extended orgasm where it feels like he's coming again and again and again...

Aether surrenders once more, whimpering softly as he shivers and comes. The thin white rope of cum that emerges stains Kaeya's tan skin, but the traveler pays that no mind as his lips latch on to Kaeya's neck and he sucks a sweet little hickey into it, right where his collar will cover it up later, and leave them both a secret they can keep together.]

Mmn...

[Satisfied, and perhaps venting just ever-so-subtly about the way he was used like a toy, Aether comes up from the lovebite with a smug smirk on his face, boneless and fucked-out and happy.]

...Satisfied now, I take it?