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[ironwind]

[Anyway, it's not as though Aether doesn't understand. What happened to him in Mondstadt and Liyue was a fluke. Being chosen by a whimsical god as his new champion and hero? Falling into the snare of a wealthy and powerful Fatui Harbinger? Aether got lucky both times, that's all, and this here in Ritou is far more like the kind of treatment he's used to. This is how the world works most of the time: it turns on haggled coin, bartered goods, secretive favors. As an often powerful, occasionally powerless outsider from another world, this is what Aether knows best.

He knew it was going to come to this the moment Beidou suggested she would crack Thoma's skull in if he pulled any moves on the traveler, but it's fine: he doesn't have any intention of telling Beidou what's happened. They've worked out an agreement, he and Thoma. As long as the "fixer" is going to be helping him get settled in Inazuma, Aether's more than happy to pay him back in favors — but the traveler has little more than his body and his blade to offer, and Thoma seemed much more interested in the former than the latter. Oh, he's surely interested in both, Aether knows that, but one is clearly more personally fulfilling to him at the moment.

Personal fulfillment takes the form of Aether getting on his knees while they're all staying at an inn sponsored by the International Trade Association — something Aether wouldn't have known about or been introduced to very easily without Thoma's help, so isn't it only right that he pays the "fixer" back with a bit of good head?]

So, tell me, Thoma...

[Paimon's in the other room, fast asleep, which is just fine for Aether's purposes. It means he can be a little more vulgar than usual. He finishes extracting Thoma's cock from the man's undergarments, letting his warm breath ghost the tip as he teases, not quite putting his mouth where Thoma likely wants it just yet.]

The agency girl. Did you fuck her, too?

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[ritoufixer]

[ Truth be told, if he preferred to make less idle threats that was more than just utilizing Ayaka's clan's name, he probably would have taken up the offer of Aether's blade in a heartbeat. While he imagined the Traveler would want to lay low at first, he doubted there were few even in Inazuma who had heard tales of his heroic deeds. With how Beidou had gone into detail at length, not needing much more than a drink to ply her lips, it was fairly obvious that Aether was on another level entirely, despite his unassuming appearance.

If Thoma hadn't known the true measure of his worth he probably wouldn't look twice at him (though maybe he would, because Aether looked lovely enough even without the mantle of his heroics hanging over him, all slim limbs and long, braided hair painting a picture of someone that doesn't belong in Inazuma, like a wayward breeze bringing with it scents and sounds of another land from across the sea).

Thoma hadn't expected Aether to be completely agreeable to his terms - or to even grasp his subtle implications - but here they were. And honestly, he could hardly argue against it, not when Aether looks so beautiful on his knees in front of him, delicate fingers draped over his cock in such a way Thoma imagines would make a good painting. It's an outlandish thought by Inazuman standards, but he is not from this land and so it could be forgiven, he thinks. Maybe Aether's smart enough he's caught on, too, but it's not a terribly hard thing to guess. Like Aether, Thoma doesn't look like any of the locals. If pressed, he might answer - for a price, of course.

Long fingers thread through Aether's hair in encouragement, and when he speaks his voice is breathy and a little amused. He hadn't thought he'd been discreet, especially since Aether had been right there when they'd made the little transaction. But also he wasn't one to kiss and tell so he'll hold back on the details - for now, at least. ]

I... didn't take you for the jealous type. [ There's a long lock of Aether's hair that fits perfectly around his fingers when he twirls it. His knuckles brush against the blond's cheek in a gesture that could be taken as affectionate, but coupled with the way he's looking down at him is more like someone admiring a particularly beautiful piece of art. ]

I'm afraid if you want the details, that will cost you. I don't think you should rack up too many debts while you're on Inazuman shores, so... [ And here his hand slips around, cradling against Aether's face before going to cup over the crown of his head again and gently encourage him down. ] ... maybe you should focus on what's in front of you, first.

[ironwind]

Oh, no. I'm not jealous. It's just... market research.

[If Aether were more haughty, he might be tempted to chide Thoma for being impatient: can't rush perfection, and all. That being said, the traveler's not nearly so prideful as that, and the hand atop his head doesn't really bother him. Honestly, he likes it, much as it pains him to admit it. It feels gentle, even affectionate — guiding rather than rough, and he's always braced for rough even though he likes to indulge in affection.

He'll lean in and tease Thoma some more, for a time. It'll be easier to move up and down the man's cock if he's nice and slick, so Aether drags his tongue generously over the fixer's length in a move that's more visually stunning than rich in sensation. All the way up, then all the way down, and then slightly to the side, and all the way back up again...

Thoma might get impatient. It's not nearly enough — but doesn't it feel so good, so nice, when Aether's diligent tongue starts licking and teasing the very tip of his cock, laving insistently at his slit as if chasing the taste of his precum? Isn't it so close to being what Thoma wants, when those picture-perfect, pretty lips close just so around the head, sucking lewdly at just the tip?

Aether works at this for a time, deliberately trying to wrest reactions out of the fixer, but then in the end he pulls off with a soft pop, breaking into a devilish smirk.]

If someone thinks your "services" are worth two million Mora... maybe I should charge more.

[He looks up, his eyes gold and bright as a predator's in the dark as his gaze locks on Thoma's green irises, and then he lowers his mouth again.]

Give me an honest review, won't you?

[Saying that, Aether licks his lips and then surges forward in earnest, wrapping his lips around Thoma's cock once more with demanding suction before he neatly takes the man all the way to his base, his throat tight yet yielding, impossibly pleasant.]

[ritoufixer]

[ Thoma wasn't really sure what to expect, choosing to write off the confidence that Aether fishes out his dick with as a byproduct of enthusiasm rather than experience. Perhaps that's ultimately what will prove to be his undoing; that he considers this beautiful lad in front of him inexperienced and unaware of his own attractiveness when it's very obvious from the beginning that Aether has experience in spades.

That and how pretty he looks with his tongue dragging over Thoma's cock. It's a paltry appetizer for the main course, but that's fine. Cultivating friendships with the people of Ritou took time, after all, and Thoma's used to waiting for large pay offs. Sometimes sooner rather than later depending on how well he laid on the charm, or how lonely any of his acquaintances usually were. Even in the dim light filtering in through the window, bathing the room in furtive moonlight as though to emphasize the sordid acts going on within, Thoma can see how enthusiastically Aether laps at his cock and catches him right at the moment he dips his tongue into the slit, lashes brushing against his cheek as he works.

It isn't nearly enough. Not by a long shot, and Thoma groans at the admission. He's being teased. It's like he's gone into a battle unarmed, completely unprepared for the extent of Aether's abilities, the level of skill he puts into sucking cock. He feels like he's being toyed with, like he's being batted around between the paws of an especially mischievous cat, and he can't quite find it in himself to be upset at the idea.

If this is what Aether's like when he's playing with him, he can only imagine the pleasure when the Traveller gets serious.

When the blond pulls off of him for a moment, eyes bright and heated, he finds himself utterly entranced by the sight for a few breathless moments. Aether can probably tell in the way his cock throbs between them, his appreciation for the sight in front of him showing in the bead of pre-cum quickly gathering at the tip of his dick. The cold air is almost unforgiving in comparison to the warm heat of Aether's tongue and Thoma breathes out a long, soft sigh when the Traveller deigns to speak again. ]

Actually, it would be closer to one million, nine-hundred ninety-nine, four hundred mora... [ He comments, and surreptitiously shifts his knees a little wider apart. If Aether takes that as an invitation to press in closer than he already is, all the better. ] But I've already told you, it really wouldn't have been that much --

[ And then Aether drops his head again, lips wrapped around his dick and swallows him down to the root, and Thoma's lips part first in surprise and then in pleasure, his spine immediately arching and hips thrusting into that warm, tight heat. He doesn't mean to dig fingers into Aether's scalp and push him down, holding him there, but he also can't stop himself from doing so, either, because Aether is sinfully good at this and Thoma thinks he's never seen someone more eager to deepthroat him than the Traveller is right now.

It's different from the coquettish licks and kisses, shy natives of the city lipping at his cock in attempts to pay him back for the times he's spent with his head buried between their legs. He'll never turn down a blowjob, but with Aether - oh, he might just have to see how many more debts the Traveller can rack up while he's got him in Ritou. ]

A-ah-- [ And if Aether had any doubts about how much he was enjoying it, surely he could hear the strain in his voice as he fights not to cum too quickly. ] You're -- you're really good that that -- [ He'll thread his fingers through the lad's hair over and over, pulling it away from his face and leaning back so he can get a glimpse of those golden eyes looking up at him, see the way his cock stretches those impossibly pretty lips. ]

Maybe I should be the one paying you...

[ironwind]

[Does Thoma like to watch? That's cute, Aether thinks, and he likes to be seen, so he's more than happy to put on a show. If this were purely about getting Thoma off, the traveler would surge forward and just keep going and going and going until the Kamisato clan's chief retainer spilled every drop of his seed into his wet and wanting mouth — but Aether already knows that this isn't just about paying Thoma back. He wants to enjoy this, too.

So the traveler slows down, gives Thoma a little bit of room to breathe and recompose himself and just bask in the hot knot of tense pleasure that must be throbbing in his groin. Patiently, Aether moves at a more moderate pace for a few moments, though this will only give Thoma more time to really feel the way the traveler slowly moves his tongue in tantalizing spirals around his cock, really take the time to just relax and marvel at the way Aether flicks his tongue with insistent kitten licks to the tip of Thoma's cock, as if to urge the fixer into flooding his tight little throat with delicious cum.

Aether pops off for breath after a few long, luscious moments of swathing Thoma in utmost comfort, and his voice is deliciously husky and raspy when he speaks, thanks to the way Thoma's cock has been cushioned in his throat —]

You are just so cute when you're enjoying yourself.

[— but then he dives back down, and this time with a vengeance. This time, he's not going to let go until he makes Thoma cum, no matter how rough the fixer is with him; this time, he wants to get past the man's composed exterior — see how beautiful he looks when he's stripped bare of his playful pretenses.]

[ritoufixer]

[ the slower pace is just what he needs to stave off his impending orgasm, but there's a desperation mingling with the relief he feels, the kind that's just shy of edging. while he's not sure if that was Aether's intention he finds himself thinking he wouldn't be very surprised by it, especially considering he hadn't thought the Traveler to be this good at sucking cock when he'd first laid eyes on him.

Thoma could have had Aether pay him back any kind of way. the Traveler could have pretended not to notice the occasional glances Thoma had thrown his way, the lingering of his gaze on the peeks of bare skin Aether tempted him with. but he hadn't, and that was why they were here now, wasn't it?

the smallish kitten licks exacerbate the feeling of pleasure building in his gut, his cock throbbing and beading pre-cum liberally now, giving Aether something to lap up as he continues to lave him with little spirals and flicks of his tongue. his legs, spread as they are around Aether's smaller frame, tremble with restraint. he's doing his damndest not to cum, less so because he doesn't think Aether can handle it, but more because the blond is pulling off of him to speak --

-- and that gets an airy, breathless little laugh, one that ends on a questioning "cute" before it twists up into a groan when Aether dives back in, immediately swallowing his cock back into that wet, tight heat and sucking him off like this is the only thing he knows how to do. Thoma has to actually cover his mouth with a hand, the rough, husky groan of pleasure practically pulled out of him with the suction of Aether's mouth, and he roughly fists a hand in the blond's hair as he feels his thread of control thin just a little.

it shouldn't come as any surprise when his hips pull back with a stutter - and then just as quickly surge forward, fucking against Aether's mouth in short, filthy pulses, his cock throbbing insistently as it makes its home in the soft plushness of the Traveler's throat. his voice escapes him in a low rasp, a murmur of "close" that's just barely heard over the new sound of Thoma fucking the blond's mouth open a little wider, and both hands make their way to Aether's head, now, if only to cradle his head in his hands to try and cushion him for the next series of short, jerking thrusts. ]