There it is — what Aether wanted from the start. Something like avaricious pride is roaring victorious in a corner of his heart, triumphant at the thought that he really gets to have Xiao like this, really gets to see Xiao like this. Aether's breath catches and his stomach shudders a little as the handsome yaksha moves his lips, his tongue, his teeth — Xiao's movements are slow and clumsy, but earnest, and the traveler can tell he'll learn quickly, can tell that this might be dangerous for him, down the line. If Xiao ever learns that he can make Aether quiver and call his name every night, that he can slip into the traveler's bedroom anytime he's in Liyue — if Xiao ever learns that it will feel just as good to claim him as it does to please him — that will be dangerous.
Aether is many things, but he's not the sort to resist pleasure when it's offered to him. The smug satisfaction that seizes him when someone recognizes his name or his face or knows him by his countless good deeds — that's the source of the smirk that spreads over his lips as he sinks into the pleasure Xiao is offering him. He lets out a long sigh, sinks into the pillows, and Xiao's mouth feels even better than he thought it would. So good. He's self-aware enough to know there's something vile in it, too — in taking full advantage of a man who has always made it clear that he doesn't mind being used, even as he tries, fruitlessly, to delineate boundaries between himself and those who use him.
Aether knows it's vile, so he tries to apologize in other ways. Lavishes Xiao in the attention and the praise that he's aching for. He murmurs faint, encouraging things, carding his fingers through Xiao's scalp, blatantly admiring the bright green underlayer that's normally hidden by Xiao's darker green locks.]
That's it... That's right. That feels good, Xiao...
[Aether likes it. Xiao's arms feel warm and secure around his hips, and he sinks into the feeling, shivering slightly as the dull, throbbing ache between his legs begins to knot into something thicker and hotter in his belly. His thighs shift slightly against Xiao's shoulders; the break of his voice turns into a whimper.]
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There it is — what Aether wanted from the start. Something like avaricious pride is roaring victorious in a corner of his heart, triumphant at the thought that he really gets to have Xiao like this, really gets to see Xiao like this. Aether's breath catches and his stomach shudders a little as the handsome yaksha moves his lips, his tongue, his teeth — Xiao's movements are slow and clumsy, but earnest, and the traveler can tell he'll learn quickly, can tell that this might be dangerous for him, down the line. If Xiao ever learns that he can make Aether quiver and call his name every night, that he can slip into the traveler's bedroom anytime he's in Liyue — if Xiao ever learns that it will feel just as good to claim him as it does to please him — that will be dangerous.
Aether is many things, but he's not the sort to resist pleasure when it's offered to him. The smug satisfaction that seizes him when someone recognizes his name or his face or knows him by his countless good deeds — that's the source of the smirk that spreads over his lips as he sinks into the pleasure Xiao is offering him. He lets out a long sigh, sinks into the pillows, and Xiao's mouth feels even better than he thought it would. So good. He's self-aware enough to know there's something vile in it, too — in taking full advantage of a man who has always made it clear that he doesn't mind being used, even as he tries, fruitlessly, to delineate boundaries between himself and those who use him.
Aether knows it's vile, so he tries to apologize in other ways. Lavishes Xiao in the attention and the praise that he's aching for. He murmurs faint, encouraging things, carding his fingers through Xiao's scalp, blatantly admiring the bright green underlayer that's normally hidden by Xiao's darker green locks.]
That's it... That's right. That feels good, Xiao...
[Aether likes it. Xiao's arms feel warm and secure around his hips, and he sinks into the feeling, shivering slightly as the dull, throbbing ache between his legs begins to knot into something thicker and hotter in his belly. His thighs shift slightly against Xiao's shoulders; the break of his voice turns into a whimper.]
I — mmm, you're so — so good, like that — Xiao —