119 » running low on serotonin in these empty moments

[ironwind]

[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...]

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[ironwind]

[Aether's partners are both silent, mouths occupied and doing excellent work fr it, but that only gives the traveler more empty air to laugh breathlessly as he thrusts in and out past Zhongli's lips. He feels good and heady and powerful, tall for the way he's standing over them both, but the fingers fisted in Zhongli's hair are surprisingly gentle despite the way he's lording over the Lord of Geo, and he isn't being excessively rough. Not his style, even if he's been invited to do whatever he wants.]

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.]

[geocash]

[It's not his style, and isn't that sweet? Aether looks best this way, probably, in his element and perched over his partner. Zhongli thinks he would think so even if that partner wasn't he himself.

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.]

[acutabove]

[ Close as they are, it's easy to hear the moment that Aether cums into the Geo Archon's mouth, hear the gasps of breath and affectionate words he grants the man in the aftermath. Childe even thinks he can both hear and feel Zhongli swallowing around it, drinking it all down like an obedient whore instead of the man responsible for carving Liyue's geography with his bare hands.

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?

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Nnnh... hah...

[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...

[geocash]

[Zhongli's thoughts feel exceptionally fuzzy as Childe's tongue toys with his entrance, slick and hot and impossible to ignore without something else to focus on. listening to Aether as he catches his breath, shaky and beautiful next to him, helps a little, but not much. for a second, he thinks maybe he'll have a moment's reprieve.

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...

[acutabove]

I have two hands for a reason, Traveler.

[ 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. ]

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Can't — [a ragged gasp, a grateful moan] — can't ever underestimate you, huh...?

[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?

[geocash]

[in some measure, Zhongli is glad he's not the only target of Childe's wonderfully unfair actions. it doesn't help, but it does give him something else to focus on as the sharp, grinding press of fingers against his prostate threatens to unwind him. his cock drips with want even as the Archon's gaze slips downward, past the swell of it and the curve of the Harbinger's arm, down to where he can just see his head bobbing.

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.]

[acutabove]

[ Childe moves along with the tug like a dog on a lead, sucking obscenely loud around the tip of Aether's cock in one last affectionate gesture, cheeks hollowing around him before he pulls off with a wet pop and a swirl of his tongue to gather any seeping pre-cum. His fingers finally still, then twist to spread Zhongli wide around them, and at Aether's question he glances over to the bound Archon in consideration. ]

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. ]