![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
119 » running low on serotonin in these empty moments
[The Rite of Descension is, of course, not Liyue's only holy day surrounding Rex Lapis.
There are a number of other rites and rituals throughout the year. The Rite of Intonation. The Rite of Innocence. A lesser-known one is the Rite of Abundance, which stopped being celebrated in its most ancient form long ago. In the olden days, certain old texts claim, young men were offered to Rex Lapis that he might partake of their virility and strength. The interpretation of these words have now become a point of contention for many Rex Lapis scholars and historians. Was this a form of human sacrifice? Did Morax have these young men undergo divine trials? Or was this some sort of tournament, perhaps, not unlike the Crux Clash of the modern age?
The Tianquan, in her infinite wisdom, knows the truth. Celebrating the Rite of Abundance in public became taboo a long time ago, and so the rite now happens in secret, behind closed doors and among the most trusted aides of the Qixing.
How unfortunate, then, that in the wake of Rex Lapis's "death," all of the Tianquan's most trusted officers are women. Moreover, the only two men who are not contracted adepti but still know that the god now walks among mortals are... Aether the traveler, and the Eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia.
Anyway.
All of this is just to say that...]
There are a number of other rites and rituals throughout the year. The Rite of Intonation. The Rite of Innocence. A lesser-known one is the Rite of Abundance, which stopped being celebrated in its most ancient form long ago. In the olden days, certain old texts claim, young men were offered to Rex Lapis that he might partake of their virility and strength. The interpretation of these words have now become a point of contention for many Rex Lapis scholars and historians. Was this a form of human sacrifice? Did Morax have these young men undergo divine trials? Or was this some sort of tournament, perhaps, not unlike the Crux Clash of the modern age?
The Tianquan, in her infinite wisdom, knows the truth. Celebrating the Rite of Abundance in public became taboo a long time ago, and so the rite now happens in secret, behind closed doors and among the most trusted aides of the Qixing.
How unfortunate, then, that in the wake of Rex Lapis's "death," all of the Tianquan's most trusted officers are women. Moreover, the only two men who are not contracted adepti but still know that the god now walks among mortals are... Aether the traveler, and the Eleventh Harbinger, Tartaglia.
Anyway.
All of this is just to say that...]
no subject
Not that he's especially nervous.
Anyway, surely it can't make too much of a difference? When the time comes, the pair of outlanders don the embroidered robes that have been provided to them for this purpose, pleasantly warm and scented from the bath, and make their way to the adjoining room, where —
— Zhongli lies chained to an altar for their purpose, ready to be used and sated by his attendants for the evening.
The truth is this: Rite of Abundance is merely a ceremony meant to satisfy the god's sexual lusts.
Well, it's convenient that they all know each other, one way or another. At ease and more comfortable than he might be if he were being asked to do this with a stranger, Aether is the first to approach, daring to stand by the altar and sweep a finger along the former god's jawline.]
Hello, Zhongli.
[As easy as if they aren't here for the explicit purpose of fucking him until he's had his fill. Aether's eyes flick up toward Childe's face, then back down to Zhongli's mouth again, which he traces with a curious finger.]
The restraints are an interesting touch.
no subject
Well. Perhaps he would have to speak with Ganyu, or some of the other Qixing some other time. In the end, it's not as though he doesn't need this. It's a bit embarrassing, perhaps; there are parts of himself that would be inconvenient to have known, and though they've promised that no one who doesn't already know his true identity will learn such, that... isn't a very large pool of individuals.
So in the end? He's not shocked to see Aether or Childe. Perhaps slightly surprised that the harbinger was still here, but still. Long fingers curl in their restraints, his body stretched out comfortably over the altar. Really, this may be the one time he could have gone without some of the... traditions. The restraints, at least, are set on movable bases to let the outlanders position the ex-archon as they please.]
Aether, Childe, welcome.
[He can smell the aphrodisiac on them, and it has no less of an effect on him. Though maybe it's something in the immediacy with which Aether steps forward and his finger trails along his jawline that has his severe nature softening already, just a little bit. The restraints? Well, those simply keep him relatively docile. Given the fact that his tail practically sweeps off the altar, swaying curiously, and his fingers are tipped in short claws? Not unwarranted.
The traveler's fingertip is warm and welcome against his lips, and his eyes close to cover his sharp gaze.]
Well. Speaking normally, such precautions are necessary. They have changed somewhat since their addition, I admit.
[There's something in the edges of his voice, a tinge of curious want that slithers down his spine from ever stronger aphrodisiacs (equally traditional, equally unnecessary much of the time) he'd been exposed to.]
no subject
In a sense, he supposes this could be seen as fulfilling his mission, if not for the Events of Osial's Summoning. That had not been a very good day for him, and it had been some time (read: a few days, really) before he'd seen fit to re-join Zhongli on his strolls throughout the city or for their occasional meals together; meals which he tended to bill to the Northland Bank out of either habit or spite, it was hard to say which.
For the Traveler, who had done virtually nothing wrong, Childe still kept him at a close enough distance, ever-eager for their second bout at a moment's notice. It's why, when they'd both been invited - though firmly encouraged was a better term - into the building for the preparations for the Rite, it was Aether's presence that kept Childe from simply laughing and washing his hands of the whole affair. Perhaps he was still a little bitter about things, but ultimately, and especially after learning of what this particular Rite entailed, the Harbinger decided to stay.
It was especially made much more appealing by the bath and the aphrodisiacs, but he imagined there would be time enough for that later. In no time at all they're led to the next room, and Childe has just imagined he had deciphered the scents clinging to the robe he's wearing before he catches sight of what lays waiting for them, and he abruptly stops in his tracks.
It wasn't as though he hadn't known that they were there to, essentially, fuck Zhongli stupid, but seeing the former Lord of Geo himself chained to an altar was different matter entirely. His body's reaction is essentially a reflex, the stirring heat in his cock giving rise to a fresh wave of arousal, and Childe - for all that he dislikes scheming, and plotting behind the shadows - finds himself struggling to keep himself under control and his desires managed in the face of it.
Aether has already taken a step forward, and the Harbinger attempts to affect a nonchalant air as though he isn't affected by the sight in front of him at all. ]
... Funnily enough, I don't think I've heard of this particular Rite in your lectures before, Zhongli. [ If his voice sounds a little breathier, his eyes a little more intent and focused, specifically on the chains binding the man to the altar, hopefully no one comments on it. ] Though I suppose you are, as ever, a man of many secrets...
no subject
[Aether's response is somewhat protective, perhaps even accepting of the Geo Archon's secrecy and shade. But there's just the barest edge of coldness to it, too: in truth, the traveler doesn't necessarily disagree with any sense of lingering bitterness Childe might have over that whole ordeal. He made a conscious effort to forgive Zhongli after the Jade Chamber incident — he chose to have faith — but in his heart of hearts, maybe their starlit traveler also felt used and betrayed and lied to. Maybe he was frustrated, in the end, to see the god he'd almost learned to trust willingly hand over his core to the woman who had stooped so low to steal another's.
It doesn't matter now. He doesn't show it. The traveler doesn't show much of anything, actually, which is a bit impressive considering that even Zhongli himself seems affected by the scents of incense and flowers in the air. Aether stays calm — so unruffled that one would hardly guess that he had Childe between his legs in the bath only a minute ago. He doesn't linger long on the restraints, which are probably meant to protect him and Childe as much as they might excite the god held in their shackles, or on the changes in Zhongli's appearance. Curiously, Aether slides his fingers up and over Zhongli's horns in a gentle caress, and that's as much comment as he has for the clawed hands, the swaying tail. His lips flatten in thoughtful contemplation.]
Oh, that's right... the traditional greeting.
[Lithe and graceful, Aether leans closer, close enough that his breathy, soft voice tickles the sensitive depth of Zhongli's eardrum.]
"We are honored and humbled to attend you tonight, O Lord of Geo."
[If Childe is going to hang back for now, Aether figures, he may as well be the first to make his move. He seats himself upon the altar, punctuating the greeting with a kiss for Zhongli's lips — only a chaste one, convincingly affectionate, gentle and warm and reminiscent of a starlit evening.]
How would you like us to be of service, Rex Lapis?
[But that's just the way Aether is: always with his eyes on the objective, always thinking of whatever it is he needs to do.]
no subject
He'd like to say that he's above it all. That his actions don't cause him any distress - they were all in the best interests of Liyue, after all. There are many things, strewn across his history like blemishes on a precious stone, some shallow and others deep. Where Childe is concerned, perhaps the feeling is slightly less guilt - the two were using each other from the beginning, and the harbinger should have known that from the start - but it is still there. And it's something he doesn't want to talk about. Now, or likely in the near future. The final contract of Liyue might have been penned, but Rex Lapis maintains more than his city.
Ah, but that's a tangent. His thoughts are wrangled back by Aether's movements, the familiar softness of his voice, calm with the stormy undertone of cool water and rumbling thunder. He can muster no blame, and he knows how it must feel to have watched his half-explained actions play out.]
... Ah.
[It's almost nothing, and to most that's all it would be - a soft noise that perhaps suggests indifference or even dismissal. From Zhongli, it is a tiny fissure in his normally impeccable resolve, a brief glimpse of what lies beyond rock and dust.
Under normal circumstances, those words would nearly be enough to unwind him. Here, he isn't certain how much of them reach beneath the surface of his voice. Even the press of lips, convincing in its affections and setting into place a feeling of longing, speaks to him of something else.
Rex Lapis has to remind himself that the two chose this. They could have refused, in the end. This ritual, after all, is strictly optional - he might even argue that it is a relic from a harsher time, when ever more immortals and threats roamed the land.
... He really should keep his mind on the present, though. There'll be precious little time to think further once the carefully-concocted drugs kick in.]
... You may be surprised to know that I am rarely asked that.
[He wishes, oh, he certainly wishes that his hands were free, that he could somehow use himself to convey what he can't say. Alas, that isn't his lot now. Briefly, Zhongli thinks he'll be relieved if they can tear his focus away from everything.]
Rather the contrary - though the Rite of Abundance is done in the name of Rex Lapis, it is in truth a gesture of goodwill and understanding between God and Man.
[It should have been expected, at least, that he would fall into his normal habits. Rex Lapis is no less short-winded than Zhongli, a habit borne of the need to set contracts and define one's life with clarity.]
I believe, under the current circumstances, I would like you both to act according to your own desires, whatever they may be. I may have lost much of my power, but I am still quite sturdy.
[There's a very heavy weight to those words - he knows what he's offering, after all. Even if there's a limit to how much they can do here, where certain acts would draw the attention of the Qixing lest something truly dire should happen to their God, it is an unbalanced offering on its own. Balanced with the weight of his own transgressions, though? Perhaps it's a little less so.
And really, it isn't as though he won't enjoy it if they decide to vent their frustrations a bit.]
no subject
He knows he should also offer the traditional greeting, but it still feels, to an extent, like this isn't something they're actually going to do. Without the circumstances of the ritual, Childe imagined he would have had both Aether and Zhongli separately at some point, and while he has no issues about the pair of them together it just feels... very surreal. And perhaps that's where his issue lies.
His eyes do a quick once-over of their surroundings, momentarily able to forgo thinking about the way his blood burns like embers under his skin, how despite the fact that this situation is exceedingly bizarre, how he'd tasted Aether only a little earlier the sight of the pair of the two men in his life is enough to stir his arousal further. He can take Zhongli's invitation for what it is - an apology, a peace offering of sorts - without any doubts as to some hidden meaning behind his words, because both he and Aether are two people that have been granted a glimpse of Childe's true nature and continued to linger.
And, really, when he thinks about it, that's more than enough for him to forgo the eccentricity of the entire "ritual" and move to Zhongli's other side as though blocking him from moving away from Aether's attentions - as if he could, chained as he is like that. Childe doesn't seat himself upon the altar, instead leaning up against it, and watches the blond play along with the instructions he'd been given.
The kiss is almost too chaste, Childe thinks feverishly. They can do better. After all, it was an invitation, wasn't it? ]
Comrade. [ He begins, and although his eyes have darkened with a mixture of uncertainty and the effects of the drug he'd sat in for an hour, there's still an edge of clarity to them, like he knows exactly what he's doing. ] You're being too formal. I know you can kiss better than that. Or do you want me to give you a few pointers?
[ Aether's long hair is caught up easily when he reaches for him, winding fingers around the end of his braid and tugging him gently over. His gaze slides to the side, glancing at Zhongli, and if his fingers tighten a little in golden strands perhaps neither of them will say anything to it. ]
no subject
[The smile that steals over Aether's lips is almost innocent, but the traveler is anything but as he feels Childe's fingers tighten in his hair. Maybe he ought to be more fearful of the Harbinger's tendency to verge on losing control, but he's never been especially frightened; he almost encourages it, in his own way. Tenderly, he leans close and claims Childe's lips, giving Zhongli quite the show: the way the Harbinger and the traveler kiss is much more filthy than the chaste kiss of reverent respect he'd given Zhongli as a gesture of goodwill. Teeth, tongue, the wet mouths of beasts; their tongues slip and slide until a string of saliva connects them as they part for breath, and Aether looks dazed in a way that evokes how he might look if he were fucked and spent silly. His eyes are still bright and alert, though, and he laughs a little breathlessly.]
Mmmmm... Do me a favor, comrade?
[The moniker sounds so foreign in Aether's voice instead of Childe's, but the traveler lets one of his hands rest on Zhongli's cheek, turning the god's face towards his own.]
Loosen him up for me. I'm going to have him first.
[It's less about ego and more about the sheer fact that, though Aether's no slouch in the size department, Childe is obviously much bigger than he is, and it'll just be a better experience for Zhongli if he has Childe after he has Aether.]
In the meantime... I'll give you something worth watching. You'll be good for me, won't you, Zhongli?
[So saying, the traveler leans into claim Zhongli's lips soon after, kissing him in much the same filthy, dirty way, all sound and sensation and sensual perversion. He is, after all, an otherworldly creature who seems to be skilled in everything; is it really a surprise that he's good at this, too?]
no subject
Ah, but that's unimportant. It's as unimportant as the sudden thought of just what Aether would look like, at another time, in another place, if such a thing were to happen. Confident and strong, and Zhongli wonders what it would have been like if he were here at his prime, thousands of years prior.
Honestly, for a man who deals in contracts and tradition, he's found himself with far too many thoughts on what might have been. It's unlike him, and he's sure he should stop that.
Sure, anyway, when he's not caught in the sight of them both, and then more caught by Aether's form standing over him. It's impossible to turn away, and not at all just because of the burning touch of skin on skin. He exhales a soft laugh at the question, a movement that makes him realise he'd bitten his lip at some point.]
I suppose that depends on the cost of disobedience, doesn't it?
[He doesn't feel the need to elaborate any more than that, even if Aether wasn't claiming his lips again. Of course, this early on he's not as affected by the various aphrodisiacs, not lost to want and obsession. If he's going to balk, even playfully, it'll be now.
As for the kiss? Well, he's no slouch there either. Chains rattle again in another attempt to reach out as he returns the kiss in all of its filthy perversion, without a shred of shame. After all, it's only really filthy and perverted in the narrow view of mortals, isn't it?
There's no surprise to him that either man is good at this, though. They're both immaculate at what they do, and that... is only somewhat biased of him, honestly.]
no subject
So when Aether invites Childe to "loosen him up" - and honestly, hearing those words come from the Traveller (who is still remarkably good at playing coy despite showing Childe firsthand what his mouth was capable of) is something he's still getting used to - Childe actually thinks a moment over how he wants to do this. Zhongli is splayed out before them completely at their mercy, and he wonders over why the Qixing had ended up pulling him, a disturber of the peace, into their rites and ceremonies. They probably didn't even really need to tell anyone of Zhongli's true identity; he's sure there's a number of people in Liyue who wouldn't want a go at the beloved Wangsheng Funeral Parlor consultant.
Perhaps they were of the understanding that the Traveller would keep him in line. It's terribly insightful of them.
As Aether and Zhongli trade kisses in front of him, kisses that steadily grow in intensity and hunger, Childe turns his attention to the spread of Zhongli's legs and the chains keeping him bound. He wonders, vaguely, how violent the god's sexual desires go that he had to be restrained in such a way. Zhongli had said they were "precautions", but there's a part of Childe that wants to cut the man loose, see if that would finally convince Zhongli to give up the rocky façade he'd put on, shatter the impeccable veneer of composure the former Archon wore at all times. What he wouldn't give to see even a shred of the Morax from his glory days during the Archon War.
He comes to a decision and settles himself in front of the former Geo Archon, callused fingers working to haul the other's unblemished legs onto his shoulders. Teeth nip a trail down the inside of one smooth thigh and he's easily able to find the part in his robe. There's a heat burning beneath Childe's skin that only grows in intensity as he noses at the juncture of leg and hip, lips trailing around the base of his cock before dipping down lower, lower.
Zhongli's scent only fuels the hunger he feels, the unmistakable desire to consume, and the brunet only gets a warning in the flat end of Childe's tongue licking a wet, warm stripe over his hole before he plunges it inside of him. ]
no subject
Hahaha... It's good when he does that, huh?
[Aether knows it well, after all, the way it feels to be spread out and pleasured by the warm wet heat of Childe's tongue in his ass. Childe must know it too, the way Aether whimpers and begs for yes and more and deeper and ngh right there, the way he loves feeling wet and eager and loose afterward — but now it's Zhongli's turn to get lost in that exquisite mouth Childe's got, and Aether's turn to get lost in Zhongli. Patient, Aether pulls back from the messy kiss he's got Zhongli tangled up in, pausing a moment to tweak Zhongli's nipples, though that isn't really his interest so much as a passing fancy.]
I like it too. Love it, even. He's so good with his tongue...
[Aether's soft voice, so at odds with the filthy picture he's painting, is slow and dreamy and evocative, all the better to conjure up new images for Zhongli's imagination. Humming in consideration, Aether thinks about palming Zhongli's cock with his hand while Childe works, but it seems like more fun to make him wait. Make him whimper, maybe, if they can coax one out of the deep rumble of his voice.
Calmly, Aether stands atop the altar — it must be admitted that he isn't very tall, but the advantage of this for their purposes is that this brings his cock just about the right height for Zhongli's mouth. Just as calmly, though with fearless confidence, Aether takes hold of a fistful of Zhongli's hair, turning the god's mouth towards his prick.]
His cock's even better. But you'll have a taste of mine first. [He smirks, then rests a guiding hand on Zhongli's chin, prompting him to part his lips.] I want to see how you look when you're nice and sloppy and slutty for both of us, Zhongli.
[So saying, the traveler doesn't waste much more time before he starts trusting into Zhongli's mouth, taking full advantage of the god's draconic mouth: wet and hot and wanting, like the gaping maw of a beast.]
no subject
A sharp noise escapes his lips when Childe's tongue dives into his hole, and suddenly no amount of squirming is enough. Aether speaks, warm and affectionate, and he can imagine the smaller man in his own position, struggling to keep that pretty poise he always has.]
Ah... hahah... I could certainly... get lost in you both.
[He should probably be worrying about his own poise though, shouldn't he? The blond tweaks a nipple and he's just sensitive enough that it makes him jolt, muscles squeezing briefly against Childe's tongue.
Fresh warmth claws its way up through Zhongli's senses and into his thoughts, and it leaves him almost giddy with growing want. After all, a tongue is a poor substitute for the stretching he wants, and his own tongue shifts restlessly in his mouth with the open-ended pictures the traveler paints. If they dally much longer, they might just break down all of his stoic demeanor.
But Aether moves first, and Zhongli's gaze tracks him almost dangerously - well, it could be dangerous if not for the circumstances. The traveler isn't very tall, but Zhongli has always thought that somewhat charming - it fits him somehow, as though he would be something else at any other height. And his cock, more importantly in this moment, smells divine, perched just out of reach but maybe if he should really strain to turn and lean forward. He'd spoken of disobedience and prices, but... he's fully aware that he's unlikely to act out.
Far be it from Zhongli to hinder his friends' actions, for all he's kept to himself. Fingers tangle in his hair and his breath hitches, head turning obediently at their urging. Almost, he's almost close enough.]
I wouldn't be satisfied without pleasing you both.
[Naturally, there's more he might say after - Zhongli can be quite verbose even in the best of times - but things happen so quickly. A hand rests on his chin and his lips part, giving rise to a tongue a little slimmer than its first appearance as it flicks out to brush the other's skin. It's much longer than before, too.
That fact will become immediately obvious when Aether's dick slides into his mouth and the former archon nearly whines at the taste, tongue shifting and twisting to feel along its length and wrap partly around it. Somewhere between the two men, Zhongli's chains rattle again as hands try to reach for hips.
He really does taste wonderful. The scent of their bath still tinges his senses, but it's subtle compared to the salt of his skin and the faint bitterness of pre-cum on his tongue. There's no hesitation in Aether and it's a relief for the God, mouth opening wide in his need. Here and there, fangs threaten to graze his skin, especially as Zhongli works actively to make his mouth as warm, wet, and tight around the blond's prick as he can.
His gaze is hot and needy, and if he really tries, Zhongli thinks perhaps he can see the gentlest line where the sun meets the traveler's clothes normally, soaks into his ever-bared stomach. Aether is a tease in that on a good day, at least of need and fondness and a hint of giddy delirium have a say. In another circumstance, the God thinks he still might have ended up fooling around with one or both of his companions anyway.]
no subject
Truthfully, he didn't need aphrodisiacs to help get him going. Despite the nature of his relationship with Zhongli - or perhaps because of it - there'd always been something there, something dancing just at the edges of his senses, a hunger for things he couldn't put names to. Combined with Aether's natural allure, the otherworldly, exotic air he gave off in specific circumstances and the beauty of his movements in combat, he can imagine they both present an ethereal, erotic image that he'd be content to use for nights when he only has his hand for company.
Thinking about that now, however, isn't doing him any favors, so he'll focus on what he can; namely, the way Zhongli opens up around the insistent press of his tongue, the way his thighs tremble where Childe has them resting over his shoulders, the muscles pliant but firm beneath immaculate skin.
Aether is right in complimenting his tongue; Childe is definitely no slouch in that regard, seemingly content to spend as much time as possible between Zhongli's legs under the guise of getting him ready. He rolls the flat of his tongue over the former Archon's inner walls, curling, lapping at his insides before pulling back with a ragged huff of breath and paying generous attention teasing the edge of his rim with the tip of the wet muscle. Insistent pressure gives way to hungry presses inside him, and Childe ensures that Zhongli keeps his thighs firmly pressed against his head while he works.
It's something of a guilty pleasure of his to do this, he thinks. Perhaps it's the one indulgence he'll afford himself that isn't fighting or killing, and it's by far a much healthier alternative.
Childe works at Zhongli, licking and sucking and nipping occasionally until he can feel spittle dribbling over his chin, at which point he'll pull away only enough to swipe himself clean before lapping at the mess he's made of Zhongli and plunging his tongue back into him again. ]
no subject
You both look — [a little gasp, a shift in his weight, as Zhongli's throat seems to clench tight around him as if to wring him dry] — so good like this... nngh, Zhongli, your tongue —
[Even their calm and collected traveler can't be calm and collected all the time, it seems. Slowly, Aether starts to unravel, lost in the eager squeeze of Zhongli's unnaturally long, narrow tongue over his cock, the blissful hot wet slick of it, as he makes full use of the Archon's deliciously tight throat. His breath comes faster, his sweetly boyish voice strained as it gives way to lewd little gasps and pants, and if Childe or Zhongli look at his soft thighs they'll see that he's trembling, a telltale sign that he's about to come.]
Zhongli — the way you feel —
[It's incredible, indescribable, and even the danger of accidentally grazing himself on one of Zhongli's sharp fangs doesn't give him pause. When Aether finally comes, it makes his slim little belly flex taut with pleasure; he tried to pull out just slightly but didn't make it, such that his cum is staining Zhongli's lips, one drop of thick semen daring to roll down Zhongli's chin.
Gasping for breath, murmuring incoherent words of affection, Aether finishes the job he half-started and pulls out, a string of saliva still connecting his cock to Zhongli's lips for a moment.]
no subject
There's still something very him about the action too, from the way his fingers are so gentle even in his hair to the way he leans in, speaking so sweetly. He praises Zhongli's tongue and the Archon is contented to give him more of it, even as his body twitches and trembles at Childe's persistent tonguefucking. Honestly, it gives the man a little more focus to not completely be unwound by said tongue, a pleased hum on soft lips as the traveler unravels, bit by bit.
His fangs are a careful consideration, and if Zhongli tilts his head from time to time just to make sure Aether doesn't come to actual harm. He's close, the Archon thinks, and he wants to taste him with bone-deep impatience. So, when he finally does, his throat flexes to swallow it, a heady, sharp growl escaping his throat.
It's a good look, his eyes ablaze with want and with cum staining reddened lips. He hardly even notices the drop of semen rolling down his chin. Instead, Zhongli moans as Aether pulls out, letting his tongue slide between his lips and curl, another strand of saliva stretched between his mouth and his partner's cock. Despite all his swallowing too, there's a lingering glimmer of pearly white on his tongue.]
Ah... you taste even better than I imagined.
[He doesn't speak until those little strands break on their own, and his voice is thick and slurred with pleasure, cock dripping pre-cum liberally onto his stomach. It's a miracle he can speak at all, with Childe's tongue working him into a frenzy as it is.]
no subject
He wonders what that says about himself, that he's on his knees in front of said whore giving him his tongue.
Childe manages an upwards glance once it seems like Aether has completely finished, and the strand of cum connected to Zhongli's lips is enough to make heat clench in his belly and cock throb where it lays neglected between his legs. There's a spike of childish jealousy that Zhongli gets to taste him like this, but given the nature of their current situation he imagines he won't be the only one indulging for very long.
Still, it doesn't stop him when, after a few more moments of laving attention against the man's insides, tongue rolling in insistent, languid pulses deep inside of him, toying with the rim of his entrance - Childe pulls out with a wet smack, nosing along Zhongli's inner thigh before pressing a furtive kiss there.
It's an apology of sorts for the two fingers he immediately rams inside of the man knuckle-deep, probing his insides and curling. While he does this he looks up to Aether and speaks brightly, conversationally. ]
I think he's loosened up enough for you, Comrade. Do you think you can get it up again so quickly, or do you need a helping hand?
no subject
[He's catching his breath, a little more loudly than is usual for him; a little shaky on his knees after he's come, Aether settles onto the altar as well, taking a seat beside Zhongli where the god is chained up for their use.]
A little... little help would be appreciated.
[The traveler opens his eyes after a moment and lazily watches Childe fingerfuck Zhongli into oblivion, which is already doing wonders for his arousal. They're both so beautiful, and Childe is so obviously skilled at what he's doing, Zhongli so obviously enjoying himself... it makes Aether want to indulge in both of their bodies, even as his cock is hanging, momentarily spent, between his legs. Well, if nothing else, he's got youthful stamina. He gives himself a few lazy strokes of his fingers, sighing as he tries to work himself back to full hardness.]
Well, if you can even manage a spare hand. You look occupied.
[An appreciative groan escapes him when Childe's fingers find an exceptionally good spot and Aether can see Zhongli's cock twitch, his tail tremble. Affectionately, and with his non-occupied hand, Aether gives Zhongli's tail a loving few pets.]
Gods, you make that look so good...
no subject
chains rattle as the harbinger's fingers ram into him, a sharp, needy sound escaping his lips as they probe and curl. the Archon's eyes close for a moment as he endures the sensation, knuckles teasing his rim enough that it draws an almost pup-like whine from him.]
Ah... you two are...
[beautiful. the word sticks in his throat, not because it's embarrassing but because he's been enduring Childe's extremely talented tongue and now that's been upgraded to his fingers, stirring up the already excessive need pooling in his gut. letting Aether fill his mouth was hardly going to be enough for the god, was it?
his gaze slides to the smaller man when a hand pets over his tail. it elicits a small shiver and a breathy, shuddery sigh, lips curling slightly.]
Do I? I suppose you're lucky I'm so -- ah! -- easily visible, then.
[his legs shift against their restraints too, and he has to content himself with letting the thick muscle of his tail curl around Aether's wrist. it makes it easier to tell he's trembling far more than he even appears.]
You-- [his breath hitches then, as his gaze slides to Childe, perched triumphantly between his legs.] You weren't joking... you're both entirely too good... haha...
no subject
[ Case in point - he switches his fingering hand to the one furthest from Aether, reaching over with his other to gently take the blond's cock in hand. He doesn't exactly pull him over by it, but the gesture is pretty reminiscent of a little dick-tug, and with a grin levelled at the Traveler that could only be described as mischievous he's craning his head over to lave the head of the other's cock with the flat end of his tongue.
In this, it seems, Childe has some experience. It's definitely an exercise in multi-tasking since his focus has a bit of a struggle adjusting to having both his hands and mouth occupied at the same time, but it's something he adapts to with the sort of seamless grace expected from a warrior accustomed to changing up his tactics on the fly, usually in the midst of a good battle.
It's hard to tell which he prefers more; his tongue pillows Aether's cock nicely as he bobs his head over him, lapping up the remnants of cum over the head of his dick, doing a remarkable job of both cleaning the blond off and ensuring he remains slick and ready to fuck Zhongli without further prompting. His fingers crook and curl, grinding the pads against the bundle of nerves deep inside the Archon at a pace that might have been more brutal to anyone unaccustomed to having something up their ass, but was probably just right for an immortal Archon. His palm makes muffled, sharp smacks as he fingerfucks him thoroughly and, eventually, adds another before stretching them out in Zhongli's tight passage.
Caught between them like this seemed to suit Childe's tastes just fine, and it's easy enough for him to fall into something of a push and pull rhythm between Traveler and Archon. ]
no subject
[It's remarkable, how quick Childe settles into his rhythm, tugging playfully at Aether's cock before his mouth closes over it and sinks him into mind-melting pleasure. The traveler wants to keep his eyes on the way Zhongli's being so violently fingered and split open for his future use, but he can't help himself when the Harbinger in front of him is being so damn lewd: letting out a long, needy sigh, Aether rests one hand atop Childe's head as the man's head bobs eagerly over his cock, cleaning him up and getting him all lubed up again, watching his own cock disappear and reappear past Childe's lips with hypnotic rapture. It feels so amazing that it would be incredibly tempting to let the Eleventh carry him to completion, but... no, no, that wasn't the focus here, now was it?
Aether shakes his head for a moment, tugging gently on Childe's rusty red locks as he tries to focus on the sloppy wet sounds coming from Zhongli's tight ass.]
Alright — alright, that's enough. [Another little tug, to encourage Childe to ease off.] Feels amazing... but you have to stop before I come.
[That gentle hand that's been sweetly petting Zhongli's tail suddenly grasps it, squeezing and tugging just slightly as Aether tries to recover his wits and put himself in more of a position to fuck Zhongli as he rightly deserves to be fucked.]
How do you want him?
[He's still talking to Childe and not to Zhongli, as if the Archon's just become a plaything for their use.]
In my lap, if you want to suck him off? Or on all fours so you can use his mouth, too?
no subject
lucky him, voyeuristic as he can be. perhaps later, he could curl about them both and just watch, sated and bemused.
but not right now. not as Aether grasps his tail to squeeze and tug and his tight hole clamps down on the invading fingers, teeth bared in a wanton little growl. for all his reluctance to be honest about himself, the Prime Adeptus is terribly honest. aside from the way his tail curls and tugs back against the traveler's arm in muted want.
they may or may not appreciate the effort he's giving in keeping quiet (moans and gasps aside and unmuffled), but he's definitely making it. impatience is starting to bleed into his senses, and while he's adept at controlling it? between the drugs addling his mind and the tit-for-tat chatter between the two, it's... difficult.]
no subject
Hmm... I can't help but feel a little concerned about his teeth. [ He says, with the bright, conversational tone of someone not quite so worried about the pain of a bite and more intrigued about the pleasure of it. ]
I think he's had enough fun for one day. Put him on his knees, Aether, where he belongs.
[ There's definitely more than a hint of smug relish in his words; perhaps it's less to do with Zhongli's pleasure and more to do with meting out a little punishment for everything that had happened in Liyue. Who says he can't be a little petty from time to time? If it were a grudge, they'd know. ]