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Diluc likes working in Angels Share on Saturday. It is busy so he can see how prosperous his business is. But, he can also observe all the people from Mondstadt enjoying his hard work from a safe enough distance. It is never as busy as Friday. Diluc has been there when Charles works the tap. He is very grateful for all his hard work. It is no easy task dealing with these drunks.
The most difficult drunkard without a doubt is, can you believe it, Barbatos themselves. Diluc knows the drill. That damn bard is there every time he is behind the counter. He causes a commotion, drinks till he can’t walk straight and passes out before there is any talk of payment. Every now and then another patron or his equally annoying brother takes care of it, but Diluc thinks it's time to properly confront him one on one. Besides Kaeya isn’t even here tonight, but who cares where that plotting man is on a Saturday night.
Diluc wants to approach Venti slumped over in a corner brabbling drunken nonsense with a tune to anyone willing to listen. But before the redhead can reach him he dodges a flying beer mug. The patrons seem to be riled up this week.
That braided-hair bard can wait for now. He always stays till around closing time anyways, so he’ll get to speak a word with him eventually. Diluc will occupy the rest of the night with keeping peace, well what you can call peace in a setting like this, and thinking of a way to really make the bard pay. He won’t have a single mora on him. But even if he did, that alone simply won’t do.
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It is becoming more and more silent in the tavern. Most people have left Angels Share save for a few men who have divided the sipping of their drinks strategically over the course of the night and are now finishing their cups with idle chit chat.
With a joined laughter, that insinuates their Saturday night isn’t over yet, the last people leave. Now there is only Venti left who has put an end to his poetry and lays on the side of his face, surprisingly on a different table but at least not on the floor.
Diluc sometimes feels a little bad when he hears stories of ways people have come across him after a drinking spree. Upside down in a flowerbed, or slouched down near his statue going on about a friend from the past appearing to be sobbing softly.
But most of the time he is just being a nuisance. And that is none of Diluc’s business. But the lack of pay is. He cuts the one sided tension with a sigh and walks towards the final patron. ‘It is closing time Venti, shouldn’t you be leaving.’
Venti immediately seems to sober up. Diluc often wonders if archons can even get drunk or maybe decide to but, in like the way they can change their appearances, they can change their state of inebriation. But probably not. This drinkard is probably just immune by now. How pitiful.
‘Ah master Diluc I haven’t had the chance to heh converse with you the entiiire night! Heh…. How are ya?’
‘I am not interested in your idle chit chat. I have things to get done, you know. You are holding me up.’
Venti rubs his eyes and straightens his back. ‘Is it that late already. Time flies when you are, heh well, not conscious. I’m sure Kaeya can uh…’ Venti notices the empty tavern. And the mad owner of said tavern tilting his head and crossing his arms. Diluc hears Venti muttering under his breath ‘...even Jack wow uhhh… uhuhm well Diluc like you said, I’ll leave ya to it, lots to get done, right.’
‘Not so fast, bard. I believe we have some unsettled transactions hm? You noticed we're alone, why don’t we settle this now.’
Venti isn’t dumb enough to attempt an escape. He knew he could never avoid this forever. He could abuse the Anemo power he still has left but maybe he should face the facts for once. The dilemma is making him less intoxicated all to his dismay. Whatever punishment Diluc has in store for him can just slide in from one ear to the next for now. What will it be: community service, cleaning duty on his property, put on a ridiculous suit of Favonius night armor, or maybe take over one of Charles' shifts. To be put in his shoes.
A dream honestly but with his lack of self-control: Impossible. And being so close to wine without getting a taste would be real torture so he won’t bring it up even to tease the impatient winery owner.
Diluc crouches down to eye level. ‘I don’t want your money bard and I don’t want your talented little voice. You have been a pain in my ass for one too many times.’
Venti’s mind goes blank. He stops wondering about a possible punishment and stares at the man who will do the punishing. He has never heard the redhead speak in such a tone. It is almost… dominant? Like, did this serious-acting guy just say ‘ass’. He would laugh if he didn’t feel so… well he isn’t sure what, but it isn’t fear. Venti is just drunk enough to respond. But whether that's good or not is yet to be decided.
‘Well bartender, I guess I deserve real punishment then. If not money and not my angelic voice and poetry. What would the renowned master Diluc see fit?’
What Venti didn’t expect was to see Diluc smile. And not just any smile: a devious smile.
‘Funny you should ask, bard. I have been thinking that maybe the best way for you to get rid of your little intoxication problem is to stop drinking alcohol altogether.’
Venti admits he was scared but he can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous proposal. Him without wine is like Montstadt without wind. Diluc may know his real identity but he doesn’t know the real reason he drinks. In all seriousness he can’t take away his remedy for heartbreak.
Maybe Venti should be scared. He has admittedly indeed been a real ‘pain in the ass’. Is he really serious?
‘We- well if you mean that, then I guess I’ll promise I’ll put in more effort into paying for my drinks. I’ll even drink one bottle less. When you’re here at least.’
‘Your sweet talk can’t get you out of this. Like I said, I don't want your voice.’
Venti starts to sweat. His emotions are heightened from the large amounts of alcohol but still. ‘Okay, okay 2 less bottles. 3 even. And I’ll get a job.’ Venti doesn’t mean it really but he needs to plead something. He falls to his knees and clings to the unmoving body legs of the unforgiving bartender in the most pathetic way.
Venti could cry. Again heightened from the influence of the alcohol. He could hypothetically always get a drink from elsewhere but right now his whole world seems crushed.
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Diluc can’t even enjoy this. This man is the epitome of pathetic. But he is wrong. He’s not that cruel. Well, he could be, but he has been busy the whole night thinking of a way for him to ‘pay’. Diluc thought of, maybe not the best, but the most fun option. So he could get something out of it too. Now, Diluc wouldn’t say that his Archon is the most attractive person in the world. He's definitely not ugly, but his actions weigh down his hotness significantly. Imagine being with someone that reeks of alcohol all day. But ever so often having such a cute man all to himself shouldn’t be so bad.
‘Stop whining, bard. I won’t take away your stupid wine.’
Diluc sees the drunkard look up at him with forced tears and a pouty look. ‘Y-You won’t?’ He really is a mess, but it does something to him. He can’t describe the feeling but he just wants to let Venti know he isn’t to be played with.
‘No. I have a better idea. What better way to get rid of your alcohol problem than to just make you addicted to something else.’*
Venti looks confused. Perhaps the cutest expression he can make with his dough eyes.
‘Wha-what do you mean? There's nothing better than your wine.’
‘We’ll see about that. If have somethings from me you can enjoy~’
Venti is puzzled. What is Diluc suggesting? He doesn’t like alcohol but is full of trauma himself so maybe he has found another way to cope? **
Before the scrambled brain of the archon can put one and two together, he hears an unusual sound. A sound you shouldn’t be hearing in a tavern. Not the creaking door, the strings of a lyre or the clinking of wine classes.
Venti knows, but can’t believe it. He hears the sound of a zipper and as he looks up a shadow casts over him. He can’t see the unimaginable expression on Diluc's face as it is blocked by his slowly hardening veiny and twitching dick.
Venti gulps and feels a daunting taste of lingering alcohol in his throat. But that taste will soon be replaced. What has he gotten himself into?
-
Diluc’s face turned into a smug smile as he unzipped his pants. His face feels almost a little too similar to how Kaeya looks when he has a stupid plan, but he blocks that out of his head quickly and focuses on the submissive man near his feet.
He can see the bard all helpless despite the thick meat covering his face. The cold air made his shaft twitch and the lack of touch over the long week has made him grow hard a little too easily with the thought of what he’ll be using this good for nothing drunkard for in the after hours.
‘Like what you see, bard. Get a taste and I’m sure you’ll be addicted in no time.’
Diluc is not the most sexually active person so he doesn’t get to behave like this often nor does he think he is very good at it. But he can entertain a drunk person at least, he hopes.
He is no stranger to being in charge. But the thought of being dominant in such a sexual context still turns him on greatly. He decides to push his limits. Try to talk ‘sweet’ for a change and make sure this bard is all over his aching manhood soon.
‘I may have loads of alcoholic drinks stored in my wine cellar in the basement, but you should know I have other things stored down here too. You’re just gonna have to work for it this time. Put that drunk mouth to good use for once.’
-
Venti thinks Diluc can work on his dirty talk. Really, jokes, right now. But all thoughts leave his head when he takes a good whiff of his musk. Venti fears the winery owner may be right. He might find himself a new problem. His brain turns off officially as he puts his salivating mouth on the enticing length. He can hear grunting from the touch. Already, he barely did anything.
The tip is thick and throbs as it almost fills his small mouth. Luckily Venti knows how to work it.
Venti tries to take in more before he is pushed off the delicious length. He lets out a disappointing whine.
‘Ngh don’t worry, bard, you’ll get your fill. Let's just move to a more comfortable place first where you can enjoy all my body has to offer properly ’
-
Diluc walks up the stairs to the attic reserved for passed out patrons. Venti followed him like a lap dog searching for his comfortable place near him. There is his full consent I guess. That is important but Diluc didn’t expect less when the bard took him in his mouth without much persuasion downstairs just now.
He is slightly ashamed of the fact he already felt like he could burst already when just his tip was surrounded by those seductive alcohol slicken lips. His tongue wasted no time and started serving his touch starved body part, so he must be in for a treat.
He could have thrown him over a table just fine, but he needed to buy a little time. Now that he knows what to expect from the smaller man, he could maybe hold himself back a bit more. So he can enjoy this more thoroughly.
But a bed may still be better suited if he wants to make Venti pay with his body properly.
However the resting place isn’t much to write home about. It's a simple bed in an empty room. There is a cabinet with a first aid kit and some more bottles of wine. Diluc isn’t sure if he can find a condom in there but why bother. This little brat may also need a new substance to get addicted too.
Diluc enters the room as he takes off his pants and sits at the foot end of the bed. Venti doesn’t need any commands and joins him in between his hairy sturdy legs.
Diluc grabs the man’s chin, forcing him to make fierce eye contact. ‘Not so fast, bard. This is a big deal. Not everyone is so lucky to be in this position. Show me some appreciation. Tell me why you should be allowed a taste, hm?’
Venti’s eyes show disappointment. He whines, lips quivering. ‘I-I’ve been bad, master Diluc. I want to repay you, make you feel good.’ Venti stares at the veiny girth, red pubes at the base, and a pearl of precum at the tip. ‘B-but, I also want it for me. It looks so tasty. M-maybe even better than your whine, and that's already so heavenly. Please master Diluc. Please let me get a taste~’
Diluc smirks, seeing the bard so submissive on his knees. He is too cute, when he is desperate. ‘Flattery will get you nowhere. But I see your point.’ Diluc grunts, spreading his legs wider as he leans back a bit ore on the bed. ‘ Very well. I could use some relief after having to deal with your drunken nonsense for so long. Time to repay me slut. So… if you really want it that bad, beg for it. Maybe I’ll consider it~’
Of course Diluc wants that man wrapped around his aching length, but he has quickly discovered that teasing him is too much fun. His eyes pleading, and his mouth salivating. He wants to enjoy this all night long. He starts stroking his length, making Venti even more needy. So he does what he needs to.
‘Ah~, please master Diluc. Please let me taste it. I want your huge dick so bad. Want it between my lips, and in my throat. I want to choke on it, till I feel your delicious brew from your balls down my gullet. Please, Please, master. Pleeeaaasse~’
‘That's more like it…’ Diluc smiles wide as he spreads his legs invitingly. ‘...get to it then, you slut. Work hard for your drink and I’ll decide if it's enough when you’re done.’
Venti’s doesn’t need to be told twice. He stretches his jaw and puts the dickhead in between his lips. But he doesn’t wait this time to adjust. He puts a hand near the base, the other on the heavy ball sack as he makes his way down.
He gulps and chokes as he takes in inch by inch until he has taken more than half. But he knows his limit. This is far from his first rodeo. You can suck a lot of dick when you have lived for as long as he has. You learn a thing or two. He starts bobbing his head. He hollows his cheeks and jerks at the base. Contently humming around the thick intrusion.
Diluc feels that experience, as he grips the sheets, feeling waves of pleasure already. ‘Fuck~ bard, you ngh know what you’re doing. Such a cock hungry slut you are mmh♡~’
Venti’s sucking grows more frantic. Lewd audible slurping sounds conjure from the pleasurable act. Venti’s lips trace every pulsing vein of the twitching dick. It fills his mouth so well and the salty taste of precum on his tongue stirs something wild in him. He begins moving up and down harder, throwing his tongue into the battle for the master’s release. But it won’t take much longer.
‘Agh, fffuck, I-I’m cumming. G-get a taste bard, but not too much just yet nghh~’
With force Diluc pushes Venti off his dick, saliva stringing from his slick tongue to the throbbing tip. Diluc pumps his dick just a few times before he releases his sticky cum for the Archon to indulge in.
He climaxes with a groan and gritted teeth. Aimed right at the wide open mouth, Venti manages to catch most of it. The rest shooting in ropes, stretching from his chin to his forehead.
Diluc wanted to hold back, but he feels like he is releasing so much already from a simple blowjob. But maybe not as much as he expected with the lack of release over the last week. At least that is what he wants to think and that's what he’ll tell Venti. Don’t want to give me all the satisfaction just yet. Besides, he wasn’t planning on stopping at one round anyways. Maybe he needs to be a little rougher with the boy.
Venti is ready to instantly swallow the first serving of hopefully many tonight. But before he can he feels a hand on his throat.
‘Not so fast slut, Your mouth job was fine, but you could do better. Do you think you deserve my treat?’
Venti lets out a strangled whine. He can feel the taste of cum on his tongue and wants to eat it all up already. Why is his master so cruel? And why is he getting hard from it?
Diluc notices and presses his foot hard on with a deep chuckle.
‘So you like it rough huh. And it seems you’re enjoying my special supply too. Pathetic to see you so eager. Whatever, slut swallow it and lick me clean after, M’kay.’ Diluc grabs Venti’s messy braids before he can act. ‘And do it properly this time.’
Venti whines and grabs his shaft and eagerly starts licking its sides with fast and long strokes. Then he puts the tip in his mouth again, swirling his tongue. He slurps up all the residue from under his foreskin. He pops his mouth off and jerks the rejuvenated cock trying to get the leftover drops from this round out of him, sucking on his slit.
‘Ngh, you’re really worshipping my dick after just one taste huh. Already fucking addicted. Fuck, you’ll make a good little cock slut for me. Get on the bed, on your back, head where I can reach it. I’ll take charge for the next round. But I’ll think you’ll find it delightful~’ A wicked gleam in the winery owner’s eyes. He is starting to enjoy this power dynamic too much.
Before he knows it, Venti is in the desired position. His head hanging off the bed and his mouth open wide. Strings of saliva connecting his lips and traces of his cum still on the insides of his cheek and under his tongue. Venti’s tongue hangs out and his throat contracts as he swallows around nothing. Lewd high-pitch sounds escaping his empty steaming cavern. Diluc has to fix that.
The red head mumbles under his breath about how slutty and eager the drunkard is, but quickly lines himself up. Venti extended his lips forward to get an early taste. He’ll get much much more than a taste. It’s the best position to get his dick as deep in his slut as possible. He puts his hand on his hip and starts to enter him again.
Diluc groans as he moves to that halfway point again. He stops there and pulls out an inch or two slowly moving in the wet warmth. Venti swallows around the intrusion, and is eager for more.
Diluc exhales through his nose with a laugh when he feels the bard's hand travel up his leg to his behind. He clings to him trying to make him go deeper accompanied with a desperate moan. ‘Hint taken, slut. You asked for it~. You’ll take all of me in your slutty tight throat and you’ll like it.’ Diluc grabs Venti’s braid again, pulling them up, stringing them tight and basically using them to aid him further and further. It slides in wonderfully, like a slip and slide. All the way till his full balls plaster on his forehead to cover his teary-eyes.
He feels him gagging hard around him, spit seeping through the cracks. Breath speeding up as he hastily starts breathing through his nose as his airway gets plucked. He goes in to the hilt and a bulge appears in his throat.
Diluc groans and shudders, while Venti just straight up shakes from the straining invading feeling. All from pleasure of course as Venti, moans and tries to steady his breath. Diluc enjoys his moment, engulfed completely by warmth before he pulls back making it easier on the man beneath him. His face is still tomato red and sweating bullets.
‘Fuck your throat feels heavenly bard. Good thing I just came or I’d be shooting inside so fast already. But don’t worry, I’ll take me time throat fucking you nice and good~♡.’ The strong man shows he means business as he now gently puts his hands on the smaller man’s throat as he thrusts the lower half of his length in and out of his mouth.
‘Keep massaging my dick and you’ll receive your fill again. Deep inside, I’ll guarantee that. No ngh drop will be wasted this time~~’
Diluc feels lost in pleasure, but still his mind is also occupied with other things with his dick in the throat of his number one patron.
For example the lack of gag reflex on the man. Yes, he is still choking on his length like any other person. But perhaps on purpose. Venti isn’t a normal person after all. So he can’t help but wonder how many times he has been in this position before. Countless times before. He has carried the title of hungry cock slut for centuries. And he earns that title well.
‘Fuck bard. Your mouth knows how to nggh please a man. I'm getting close again. Be sure to drink down everything. Enjoy my semen the way you consume bottles of my wine~’
Diluc's mind grows hazier as his climax approaches. Besides his wild thoughts, he still takes the time to ponder about his future with Venti. He just came up with this ‘punishment’ on a whim, but he wouldn’t just do this with anyone. But for some reason he knew there was a good chance the Archon boozhound would be cooperative. That he might actually enjoy this. And his theory has proven true.
As those doubts leave his mind he only thinks of feeling good. His balls tingle as he approaches the edge. He’ll discuss their status later. For now only pleasure should be on their minds as the smell and songs of sex fill up the empty space of the attic.
‘Fuuuck, I’m cumming again. Fucking drink it all up bard. Your new nghh favorite. Swallow your master's juice. I’ll poor it all down your tight nughh fucking throat Aaagh~♡
Diluc doesn’t hold back anymore. This time an even thicker load of his hot seed flows down the archon’s gullet. Seethed inside, the tight throat drains his balls, sucking it all down as it collects in his belly.
Diluc’s grip tightens keeping the bard in place as he eagerly sucks the soul out of the winery owner. It makes him tremble ever so slightly in his dominant stance as he continues unloading till every drop is gulped down.
With an exhausted groan Diluc basically slips and slides out of the mouth and stumbles back slightly. That felt like nothing he experienced before. Like a perfect fit.
And you’d think Venti would be a mess. But despite his throat aching a bit, he lays there tongue out again upside down. He grins wide, eyes rolled back with a euphoric expression on his sweaty face. One of those refreshed exhales escapes his mouth like his thirst was just quenched. He wipes his mouth before lifting himself up playfully with ease. He looks back to the perplexed gentleman whose dick leaks a bit still, but remains half hard.
Venti crawls on his knees on the floor and grabs the dangly rod and kisses the dickhead, before licking up the last drops again. Looking up at Diluc with a satisfied grin.
‘That tastes great master Diluc. Thanks for the drink ehe~♡’
Diluc shakes his head in slight disbelief before grinning wide. He picks Venti up, wrapping his hands around his slender waist as Venti wraps his legs around his without a second thought.
Their lips meet while they are tangled. A moment of brief passion between the mindless lust. But both are hungry for more. And the main course is long overdue.
Diluc throws him back on the bed, staring at the slutty man with fire in his eyes and a smirk. ‘I can’t believe it. Who knew you could have such a lust for something else but booze.’
Diluc joins Venti on the bed, grabbing his chin pulling him into another momentary kiss. They melt into it as his tongue. ever so dominant, explores the bard’s mouth. ‘mmh, you don’t taste half bad either, bard. But let’s see now how you taste here huh.’ Diluc grins again, yanking Venti’s shorts down and circling his rim teasingly. ‘You’d like that?’ Venti nods eagerly with a cheeky smile. ‘Fuck, hate that I can’t resist your stupid little face. Very well then, you seem as energized as ever. But I’ll need to recharge. So don’t mind if I indulge a bit further~.’
Diluc kisses the smaller man from his jaw to his neck, pausing to suck on it slightly. He goes down to his shoulders, his nipples. Lots of gentle kisses to his soft belly till he arrives at his penis. The size ,incomparable to his own. He pumps it, while giving it just a few licks.
Then he pushes Venti’s legs up getting a good look at his hole. He pushes the tip of one of his digits in just to get a feeling. And no surprise, this hole has no tight ring. Plenty of men, and who knows what else, have had their fun here. He doesn’t feel threatened though. Solely based on this night, he thinks his size could carry him over lack of experience compared to the sluttiest archon ever.
‘Your eagerness is sickening, though commendable. First things first let's fully get you out of these clothes.’ They work together to discard the clothes. Venti tries to steal some kisses. Seems he wants to be intimate too. That’s how he shows appreciation perhaps, because he has been uncharacteristically quiet besides minding his p’s and q’s.
Diluc lifts Venti’s bottom, draping his legs over his shoulders. He holds him just far enough till he can stuff his face full off his pale hairless pale buttocks.
Just a whiff of it, makes him want to bite and chew on his rear end and hole.
And so he does as he covers the perky hole in his saliva. Soon after he inserts his tongue inside of it. Venti only moans; loud, not holding back at all. Which luckily isn’t necessary. He repeats the winery owner’s name, covering his flushed face with his wrist and squirms. His upper body tossing and turning in the bed, while Diluc keeps his bottom halve steady as he continues to feast.
When he pulls back he is panting like a beast. Venti would squish him between his thighs keeping him in place, but he was caught off guard by the master’s skillful mouth muscle.
And besides, he wants to get to the main event. Wants Diluc to give him a real reason to scream as he is filled with his thick girth he has had the pleasure of lubricating with his mouth.
Diluc puts his ass down. Before he pulls away he kisses and bites into Venti’s cute round cheeks. Venti giggles in response, meeting Diluc’s ravenous gaze with one of eagerness and lust.
Then Diluc maneuvers himself properly between Venti’s soft legs, compared to his hairy ones.
He pulls Venti till he's on the edge of the bed. Diluc puts his hands under his knee pits. His dick hard and twitching slightly.
Venti’s body equally as excited. His butt is pale and moderately cute and petite just like the rest of him. And his pink hole is puckering in anticipation.
Diluc awkwardly leans forward to grab lube from the drawer of the nightstand. He covers his dick with a nice coat and smears some on the bard’s rim too.
He leans forward ready to line himself up.
Just then some realizations do kick in. He is about to have penetrative sex with Barbaros, THE Anemo archon. But whatever. To him, he is just some annoying drunkard bard who he is collecting debt from. But it's obvious from his stamina and the longevity of his erection that he is living in some kind of sex fantasy of his.
Diluc shakes the thoughts away. Now he just needs to get laid properly.
And the way this cute ass displayed before him wiggles sends him over the edge. He needs to be inside him.
‘Don't just stand there Master Diluc. Didn't you say you needed to punish me. Mmh please, didn't you say I was going to get addicted to your cock. Well, then get to iiitt-taaaaaahhh~♡’
Venti screams in pleasure as Diluc pushes his hips forward forcing his dick in more than halfway in one brutal thrust. To Diluc’s surprise there is no sign of pain or discomfort in the lewd sounds already coming from Venti. And the fit is snug and warm. No need to adjust.
‘Aaah Diluc yeeesh finally~~’ Venti moans arching his back. A big elated smile on his face. Just as if he was given a bottle of wine.
‘Aah Diluc hurry. More, mmh please more.’ Venti squirms all giddy and excited. In this missionary position he can’t do much but beg for him to move. Diluc holds his ankles, but quickly leans forward covering the boy. He puts his hand under his body and on his shoulders. He grunts as he easily slides in further.
A quivering exhale escapes his mouth as he goes balls deep. The warmth he has secretly yearned for enveloping him fully. And Venti is eager to make it clear. ‘Aaaah Diluc yes. So deep. Your thick cock is all in meee, mmh. Come on move, hurry, ruin me, punish me.’
Diluc scoffs at the pathetic words of the bard. He wished he could edge him more. Make him beg till he sobs. But his body is betraying him. His dick is twitching within the warm walls of his anus.
He’ll just have to assert dominance some other way. By fucking this bard stupid, pound him in the mattress and pump him full of his cum he will grow more than addicted for.
Diluc rises again holding Venti’s hips. He moves out before plunging back in forcefully. Of course Venti isn’t short of a slutty moan when the redhead hits his prostate with ease.
‘I’ll show you bard. I’ll fuck you into submission till you can only beg for my services and special drink. No more alcohol for you, time to get addicted to my dick~’
Venti doesn’t care how corny it is. He is full of arousal and pleasure when Diluc instantly starts creating a delectable rhythm.
Slapping noises fill the air together with high pitch moans of ‘please’ and ‘yes, more’ and deep grunts and growls.
‘Aah Diluc, Master mmhh~♡ your dick is touching every… right…placeeeaaaahh. Please…harder….faster… AAAHHHA~♡’ Venti’s words get punctuated by Diluc’s forceful thrusts, connecting their hot bodies and coloring his pale cheeks red.
Then Venti extends his hands looking up at Diluc in heavenly bliss. ‘mmmh Diluc feels so good. So rough, Punish me. Give me your cum. I need it more than any other drop of alcohol.’
Diluc looks at the fucked out man under him, he clasps their hands. Using this joined grip to give long hard thrusts in his hole. Dilcu smirks at him, but his face contorts into a pleasurable scrunch as he feels the loose hole gripping him tighter. When he drags out he feels it clamp onto his length as if trying to hold him in. And when he thrusts in he squeezes tight trying to milk him.
Trying to crush the intrusion like grapes to supply his hole with his new favorite whine.
Diluc hates how it is so effective.
His thrust grow sloppy. He feels his dick and balls tingle. Diluc grips Venti’s body tight as if he is scared he might run away. He needs him right here. Good and ready as he gives him a thick dose of his new drug.
‘Ffuck, I’m getting close. Gonna take it all slut? Every thick drop.’ Diluc increases speed for the final stretch. Venti shuts his eyes, biting his lip with anticipation. ‘Take it all. All for you made special nngh from me aahg to you. FUck, here it comes. Here… ngh it comes AAAAHHHhggh~’
Both men moan loud as Diluc pushes in all the way. Clawing in Venti’s flesh, holding him in place as his eyes narrow and his balls empty. Thick globs of cum flood the tiny body in quick succession. Venti moans in satisfaction as the hot thick substance fills him up. ‘Aaah yes, fuck yeah. I feel it, Master’s juice. All… in me mmhh.’ Venti’s body shudders as he suddenly climax freely too, covering his body in his own spunk.
It all happens fast and Venti’s hazy eyes no longer glaze over as soon as Diluc’s sturdy build collapses on top of him. He quickly pulls himself up staring in the fucked-and-filled man’s bright aqya eyes, both sharing a look of lingering lust. ‘You enjoyed that?’ Diluc asks, whipping away his bangs plastered to his forehead. Venti nudges his hand catching his breath. A definable happy expression all over his face. ‘Why do I even ask. You’re a real cum slut, knew it when you took my first load. Established now that you’re filled with the third. Mmh but we’ll make it official with the fourth. I can’t get enough of your body.’ Diluc kisses away Venti’s smirk. His dick still hard inside him.
Diluc pulls out, gripping Venti’s legs yanking him towards him. He flips him on his stomach and without hesitation plugs him right up again. Venti’s moans in suprise. He is about to say something but his words get shoved back in his throat when he is pulled upwards by his braids. His back arching as Diluc leans to whisper in his ear. ‘Be a good slut and keep that pretty mouth shut for now.’ Diluc licks Venti’s ear, before thrusting in and out slowly, continuing to hold him up by his small braids, while he reenergizes a little. Enough to properly ravage his fuckhole again.
‘Mmh This really was the right choice to teach you a lesson bard. I’ve been enjoying myself greatly. I’m not even mad at the fact you might even like this more than me. But I guess that happens when you’re packing heat. And this was meant to make you like my semen more than those tastless drinks anyway. Mission accomplished for sure~. Let’s finalize this new partnership shall we~~’
Dilcu smirks as he picks Venti up. Reaching for his knee pits pushing them up to his chest. As he’s partially held up by the thick rod in his anus he finds himself both folded and lifted. Completely impaled by the dick he can’t get enough off.
The tall man pulls him in a full Nelson position. Sitting on the edge of the bed. Arms snaking around his legs, his hands behind his neck so Diluc has a tight hold to keep him in place. He seethes inside and only moves out a couple inches, making quick thrusts to his innermost parts, hitting his prostate repeatedly.
Venti’s tongue lolls out as he feels his breath escape him. Whiny yelps of pleasure being pounded out of his throat whenever he lands balls deep.
Vertically pounding in his frail body already sensitive from his first serving of thick white wine. But there is more that can fit in his glass. They both know it.
But soon Diluc’s arms grow a bit tired. He grunts with a breathy laugh. He kept his slut quiet for a while, but it’s time to end this. Make him scream and beg for the final blow. ‘Let’s fill you up with one last batch of delicious Ragnivindr semen shall we. After, you're officially mine~’ Diluc growls in the submissive man’s ear who whines in response.
The strong big man basically lifts the small frame of his dick by gripping his knee pits again. With a drawn out whine the intrusion slowly escapes the needy hole puckering and twitching around nothing. But not for long.
Still folded, Diluc places Venti back on the bed on his back. The bard whines from the remaining contortion as he is pulled into a mating press with Diluc’s big body locking him in place right on top of him.
His eyes roll back as his huge dick now disappears vertically from above in his soaking hole. ‘AAaahhh Master Diluc. Its sooo much, please… Need your cock. It’s all I need from you master. No more drinks. Fuck me in the mattress. Make me your cum slut. Just fuck me, don’t stop and give me your tasty hot cum deep in my hungry hole. I need it MAster mmhlmm’ Diluc shuts him up with yet another kiss. ‘I will. But I do love to hear you beg. A true slut indeed’ Diluc chuckles deeply as he drags his dick out of the sloppy hole. As the tip hangs out Diluc looks deep in Venti’s pleading eyes. His teasing comes to a halt as Diluc thrust back in deep. Venti screams as his back arches slightly. Diluc bites his lips, his eyes rolling too from the unbelievable good feeling this intimate position provides.
Their bodies connect and melt together as the final round commences with thunderous clapping of skin meeting skin. Moans escaping and being swallowed by hungry lips. Both men are on the same page. Both men want the same.
‘Fuck slut, you feel so good. Squeezing me so tight. I'm hitting your pleasure spot over and over. You’re pathetic little moans turn me on so hard. Makes me want to fill you to the brim so bad. Give you all the cum you crave and deserve.’ Diluc blabbers on as he moves in and out with reckless abandon. Molding the warm hole permanently in his shape only for him to use as long as he lives. He grunts in pleasure unable to stop expressing his desires:
‘I’ll keep you full and satisfied from now on, I’ll make all your troubles disappear with my dick. Come meet me whenever your hole grows needy for a good filling. You’re mine now.’ Diluc’s mouth works faster than his brain. He barely comprehends the foolishness he’s spewing in the heat of the moment. He? the recluse tycoon. The secretive and brooding savior of Monstadt only acting at night and preferred to be left alone during the day? Him? Who has been appalled by Venti’s display of drunken foolishness the first time they met? The heavenly hole of an archon can really make you say crazy stuff.
After his outburst of confessions, he feels filled with determination and another strange tingly feeling. He can’t decide what it is right now as he feels a tingling somewhere else. Namely in his groin as he feels his final climax approaching.
‘Fuck bard, Im gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, deep inside, make you quench your thirst once and for all.’ Diluc’s thrust went sloppy again, his rapid pounding slowing down. His body grows weaker as he basically lets himself fall down. He embraces Venti’s body tight, stretching his legs and hole to the limit. He squeezes his body as his teeth grit and as a response his dick is being squeezed wonderfully as well. Ready to drain the final pour. ‘Fuck aah ready? Gonna… nghh, cumming, take… ngh every last droP nnghAAHHH~’ Then the faucet opens and he releases his special brew. Impossibly deep inside the Anemo archon’s thirsty sluthole.
The thick rod pulses making quick work of delivering another fresh serving making sure it replenishes the bard to the fullest. His flat tummy is poured full of more hot cum. It makes Venti feel quenched and nurtured as if he can’t live without. This might be a real problem. But now that he has what he never knew he craved, there is no need to worry. He feels his mind go stupid. Filled fourth time and fully fucked till his brain is mush. Only thinking of cum, more cum.
All out of breath Diluc throws his messy head of hair back, pulling out slowly. Venti’s legs seem almost permanently locked in place giving Diluc a great look at his dripping job well done. Another great night of satisfying customers with his drinks.
Diluc feels his dick stiffen again as he sees the desperate bard scoop the cum from his dripping hole into his hungry mouth. Has he created some kind of insatiable come eating monster? After just one night too. He might need to bottle his semen too at this point, just for him. Plug his gaping hole with a wine bottle and let it do its work.
Diluc shakes his head, pushing his ridiculous post-nut thoughts away. He laugh by exhaling through his nose when he sees the pathetic display unfold. Maybe they should call it a day. He’ll save some lust for himself. The bard did good. He at least paid him back for tonight.
He approaches the bed and scoops up the filthy bard in a blanket. When he feels the warmth of the man’s embrace, Venti realises just how tired he is. He snuggles in the redhead’s chest and closes his eyes. ‘T-thank you for the drinks, m-master ehe..mmh…’ And out like a light.
Diluc can’t control his heart from fluttering seeing the man’s cute expression. What has he gotten himself into? When did lust turn into… love? No. Not yet. right?
His face does look rather kissable. His desires get the better of him and he places a soft peck on his cheek, and his cheeks turn ever so slightly pink, when he notices the smile of the sleeping man in his arms grow a bit wider.
Not love, right? Whatever it is, he does think he wants to do this again. And maybe again, and again.
And after fucking the bard into submission just now, he is sure that its mutual.
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Venti is brought somewhere to rest but Diluc has to return to take care of the last things in the tavern. He is exhausted but still tries to push himself to fulfill his duties. What would Charles think if he saw how he left the place?
He is drunk on sex but not drunk in the way he can’t function properly. Though it takes a couple misses before he can get the key in the lock. Only to find out he never locked it. If they do it again, which is the plan I guess, he needs to maintain himself a little more.
He steps inside and gets to work. He isn’t even done drying two glasses before he hears the one voice he would not want to hear tonight as footsteps approach the door, Diluc didn’t even close this time.
‘So Mr. Diluc seems like I’m not the only one who gets around. And completely sober too. Well at least one of you was. Don’t you feel an ounce of shame.’
And just when he thought it would be a quiet rest of his night.
Diluc doesn’t fall for his brother's irritating words. He is shocked the man isn’t throwing up somewhere in an alley. But then again Kaeya has been known to be quite the moderate drinker.
Diluc keeps his composure and answers.‘We both know that discussing our sex life is beyond how close we are. Despite the fact you love to talk about it when you've had a few. Let's have ThaT conversation, shall we.’
‘Hehe, hint taken. Just like your little bard buddy I only let loose like that when I drink. But I also know from experience that I keep control of any situation I’m in despite the amount of alcohol involved. Don’t worry I’m not accusing you of any scandalous action or taking advantage of ‘‘opportune’’ moments.’
Diluc remains silent for a second. With nothing more to say for himself he thinks this enough for tonight. He sighs and puts down the glass he has been drying for a bit too long now.
‘Just get lost, it's late even for you.’ Diluc isn’t at all planning to go out tonight as his other persona and is a bit tired himself. It’ll be a long walk to Dawn Winery, he should be heading there as soon as he can.
Kaeya has taken all the hints thrown at him and is halfway through the door until he hears parting words from his dear brother
‘ I’ll see you next ti- I mean, goodbye.’ Diluc clears his throat after that freudian slip. He really should hit the hay soon.
‘Heh, see you around Diluc.’ Kaeya is happy for his brother. That grumpy man deserves to let loose a little too. And who knew he was that kinky. But he is right. He isn’t trying to delve deep into his family's sex life. But maybe just maybe he’ll hear some new tease material from Venti the next time they drink. His pov must have been interesting.
If only Kaeya knew that Diluc isn’t some helpless stiff mess in the sheets. But he’ll surely hear the shocking juicy details from Venti. As soon as he is able to walk properly again.