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The silence of the deep night was interrupted by muffled sounds coming from the depths of the house. Even in the long corridor leading to the bedroom, quiet whimpers mixed with wet squelches and stifled moans could be heard from behind the closed door.

Venti’s head was pressed against the wooden foot of the bed, his legs folded under him in a pitiful attempt to hide his own arousal. His body was covered only by a thin shirt that was a little too big on him, almost falling from his shoulders, revealing the flushed pink nipples.

His mouth ached as he tried to keep it as open as possible, Morax’s thick cock pressing into the wet of his throat. As he pressed deeper, Venti choked, instinctively raising his hands and clutching the other’s clothed thighs in an attempt to gain some leverage. That only granted him a displease huff.

“Hands.” Morax said firmly, his own gloved palm stroking the line of Venti’s tense jaw.

Venti looked up, his eyes glistening defiantly for a moment. Then, he swallowed down, trying to relax his throat as best as he could and lowered his hands, obediently resting them on his knees. Morax gave his head a pat, then moved his hand to the back of his head and pressed again. In his other hand, he held a lightened cigar, the smoke coming from it not doing Venti any favors. With another thrust, he pressed Venti’s face into his crotch so close, his nose itched from the coarse pubic hair.

There was another fit of coughing accompanied by a few stray tears falling down Venti’s pale cheeks. Morax only relaxed his hold a little bit but didn’t let him pull away.

“Breathe through your nose.” He instructed, running his hand through the soft black hair.

Venti almost wanted to scoff at the words. Yeah, easy for him to say. He tried, though, taking a deep breath through his nostrils, feeling a new gust of air mixed with tart tobacco smoke filling his lungs. He felt Morax’s head pressing against the sensitive walls of his throat and his jaw ached so painfully from how open it was. But he couldn’t complain. After all, this was his idea.

Don’t get him wrong, he gave Morax plenty of blowjobs before. But all those times he had to help himself with his hands, never being able to take all of Morax’s length into his mouth. And Morax was pretty content with it. He never complained and always seemed like he enjoyed Venti’s mouth quite a lot. After all, Venti never failed to make him come.

Still, it wounded Venti’s pride. How could it be that the most talented part of him, his wonderfully skilled throat, the instrument with which he made a living for himself couldn’t even properly satisfy his dear husband. Those thoughts never left Venti’s head and his desire to give Morax every part of him eventually overpowered the voice of reason. And that’s how Venti ended up in Liyue, almost begging Morax to fuck his throat without mercy. He promised that he could take it. But right now, chocking on Morax’s cock, feeling his throat contract convulsively around the warm shaft, Venti wasn’t so sure.

Morax waited a few seconds, listening to Venti’s muffled breaths. Then, he put his hand to the back of Venti’s head, keeping him in place. This was the only warning Venti got before he started thrusting. Venti chocked again, digging his nails into the delicate skin of his own thighs in an attempt to ground himself. He breathed through his nose again, his mouth filling with saliva as Morax sped up, his heavy balls hitting against his chin. Venti flushed at how wet his face was, both from tears that now spilled constantly from the corners of his eyes and the saliva that trickled down his throat, soaking the hem of Morax’s shirt he was wearing.

He looked up, watching as Morax’s face changed into an expression of pure pleasure, his cheeks a little flushed. He was still fully clothed, his shirt only undone by a few buttons. The belt buckle pressed a little painfully into Venti’s cheek, which probably would leave a bruise. Venti wanted him to stay dressed. He didn’t know why, but the image of him being almost naked and ruined in contrast to Morax being fully dressed made him hard. Even now, as his throat was pounded mercilessly, Venti squeezed his thighs together just to get some relief.

His head was spinning. Venti wasn’t sure if it was due to the lack of air, or the smoke he inhaled, or the arousing adrenaline of the situation, but he liked it. He felt himself smiling almost giddily around the cock in his mouth. Morax seemed to feel that, glancing down with a smirk.

“You like it?” He asked, his voice low.

Venti let out a whimper at another harsh thrust.

“Good boy.”

Morax groaned, tilting his head back. He reached to the low table and put out his cigar. Then he shifted, putting both of his hands on the bedding, trapping Venti’s head with his thighs. In this position, the back of his head rested against the mattress, head thrown back to grant the easiest access to his throat. Venti squirmed a little, realizing that right now, he couldn’t move anywhere even if he wanted to. He curled his legs up in anticipation.

“Hold on a little more, baobei.” Morax said, patting his cheek a little too gently for the situation. “I’m almost there.”

With that, he thrusted deeper, making Venti choke and squirm under him. His hands involuntarily squeezed Morax’s thighs again, scratching against the fabric of his pants, but he didn’t seem to care anymore. Right now, he seemed too focused on fucking Venti’s face. And when he said fucking, he really meant it. He fucked his throat as if it was his hole, fast and relentless, not paying attention to the squelching and choking sounds. In this position Venti couldn’t see his face, but he knew that his eyes were probably closed, lost in pleasure.

Venti choked again, this time unable to catch a breath. He felt like he was suffocating, clinging desperately to Morax’s knees, thighs, back, wherever he could reach. Morax’s pelvis pressed against his face with a harsh rhythm and Venti though that it’s good that he’s a god. He wouldn’t want to have to explain to everyone why the lower part of his face is bruised.

Just when Venti felt like he couldn’t take it any longer, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull as the air ran thin and hands falling helplessly at his sides, Morax groaned, pressing his hips forward one last time, not leaving Venti any room to move away as hot liquid trickled down his throat. He didn’t even have to swallow, Morax’s seed trickling straight into his stomach.

When Morax pulled away, Venti fell onto the floor, his chest heaving in a desperate attempt to inhale as much air as possible. He coughed wetly, not caring that saliva from his mouth and chin trickled onto the wooden floor. He was shivering, his whole body shuddering as he tried to catch his breath. He felt a tell-tale stickiness between his legs.

Morax kneeled next to him, carefully putting his hand on his back.

“Are you alright?” He asked, tucking Venti’s damp hair behind his ear to look at his face.

“Water.” Venti said, although whatever came out of his throat could hardly be called a voice. More of a wheeze.

Nevertheless, Morax understood him clearly and quickly stood up. Before Venti could come to his senses, his was already moved to a sitting position, his back pressing against the bed as Morax poured some water into his mouth. It was cold and Venti sighed in pleasure, feeling his irritated throat soothe just a little bit.

When he emptied the glass, he glanced at Morax, who looked at him with eyes wide, full of concern. Venti snickered and reached out his hand to caress the other’s cheek.

“I’m fine.” He said quickly, before Morax could come up with some foolish ideas, such as being worried that he hurt him. Although his throat still hurt when he tried to speak and his voice was unusually quiet. “And I liked it, really. Did you?”

Morax exhaled in relief. He took Venti’s hand in his own and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss against the soft skin.

“You were amazing, darling.” He shifted, picking the other up to put him on the bed. Then, once he carefully put him down on the cool, soft sheets, he placed a gentle kiss on his reddened lips. “So good for me.”

Venti blushed.

“I’m glad I made you feel good.” He muttered, snuggling against Morax’s warm body. “Although… I doubt I’ll be able to give this to you very often. I can’t afford losing my voice. A man’s gotta eat, you know.”

“If it was up to me, you wouldn’t have to work at all.” Morax grumbled, pulling him closer. “But of course. You know that I only do what you wish. I’ll be happy with whatever you give me. And we’ll get you some soothing medicine for your throat first thing in the morning.”

Venti smiled, closing his eyes, feeling himself drifting to sleep. Finally, he was satisfied with himself. His pride bloomed inside him once again. Truly, his throat was the greatest wonder of this world. In all of the senses.

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“Stop fidgeting.”

Venti let out a pitiful whine at the harsh words. He tried, he really did, but it felt like it was hours. He tried to concentrate on the paper lied out in front of him, his unfinished poem nowhere near finished as his hand struggled to hold the pen. A droplet of ink fell on the parchment, leaving a blurred dark spot on the words.

“Concentrate.” Morax said behind him, squeezing his hip. “You wouldn’t want your precious work to be ruined, now, would you?”

Venti dropped his head on the table with a groan. He genuinely couldn’t care less about this stupid poem of his. Definitely not right now, when he was sitting on Morax’s lap, hips pressed against his pelvis, hole stretched from the hot cock buried deep inside of him. They’ve been sitting like this for Celestia knows how long and it felt like an actual torture. Venti’s legs were aching, his whole body shuddering with faint but constant pleasure. He fidgeted again, feeling the buckle of Morax’s belt press against the tender skin of his buttocks.

He turned around, hoping that the pitiful look in his eyes would soften this cruel man. But Morax wasn’t even looking at him, his whole attention on the book in his hands. Venti trailed after his eyes, mortifyingly realizing that he was actually reading. How could he stay so calm while Venti was withering like a cat in heat?! If anything, that was just utterly insulting. Here he has him, the one and only beautiful and amazing Anemo Archon, sitting on his lap, on his motherfucking cock, and he couldn’t even bother to at least flush or something?!

Venti felt a surge of anger rising up his throat, his hand curling into fists as his face went red. Morax, ever so attentive, seemed to notice the change in the mood immediately. Just as Venti was about to unleash a very angry speech, he felt a hand in his hair followed by a harsh push, forcing him to face the parchment again.

“Don’t try to throw a fit now, that won’t work.” Morax said calmly, pressing the lost pen back into Venti’s hand. “I won’t let you off before you finish this, remember?”

“To hell with this poem!” Venti exclaimed, trying to shake his hand off his hair, but to no avail. “Just fuck me already! I always have more inspiration when I’m freshly fucked, you know that.”

“But, darling.” Morax nuzzled into his neck, biting it lightly, making Venti let out a quiet whimper. “That would be no fun.”

Venti’s breath caught in indignation.

“You-” He pressed his hand into Morax’s chest in an attempt to pull away. “You perverted old lizard! All you ever do is torture me.”

Morax laughed, attempting to kiss him but Venti pulled away again.

“Get your hands off me, I’m leaving-”

The gloved hands grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks almost painfully. Turning his face, Morax forced him to look right into his eyes, which now glistened with that dangerous gold that immediately made Venti’s legs feel weak.

“Don’t you dare. Or I’ll lock you up in here for a week and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

Venti whimpered, his neck getting redder as Morax continued speaking. He shuddered at the low voice whispering in his ear, involuntarily tightening around Morax’s cock. His legs were shaking and eyes welling up with tears. He felt Morax’s hand circling around his throat, the long serpent tongue licking away the tears from his face. That was enough for him. Venti’s whole body shuddered, he arched his back, letting out a whimper as, finally, a mind-blowing orgasm washed through his body.

“Came just from that, little bird?” Morax chuckled, reaching out his hand to gather the white droplets from his pants, wiping them against Venti’s naked thigh. “And who’s the pervert here?”

Venti didn’t answer, his ears ringing as the aftershocks rocked through his nerves. As he came down a little, he realized, with another full-body shudder, that Morax was still inside and it didn’t look like he was planning on moving anywhere.

“Now,” Morax said, taking back the pen and placing it into Venti’s unwilling hand, forcing him to curl his fingers around it and take it into a proper position. Then, he straightened his back, leaned back in the chair and went back to his book. “Back to work.”

Venti felt like he was about to cry.

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Morax should know better than to drink with Barbatos. Every time he tells himself that he won’t but every time Barbatos pays him a visit, he just can’t say no. After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t like a nice drink or two. But he just wanted to avoid certain situations.

Such as this one.

Morax cursed under his breath as he carried the passed out Wind God in his arms through the darkness of the grove. Morax wanted to stay at his residence but Barbatos insisted on going to this new place which has the best rise wine in all of Teyvat. Obviously, it was terribly expensive. And, obviously, Morax was the one paying for it. And, even more obviously, he was the one who had to carry Barbatos all the way back. What a pleasant experience.

Of course, carrying Barbatos wasn’t that much of a chore. He weighed almost nothing, just like a feather. Besides, he was so adorably nuzzling against Morax’s chest. He really couldn’t bring himself to be mad at this precious creature in his arms.

He walked through the garden and back into the residence, immediately catching Cloud Retainer’s gaze on him. She looked at him and the green lump in his hands with a usual hint of disapproval in her sharp eyes. Then she shook her head and retreated to her chambers.

Morax walked down the corridor, listening with a soft smile as Barbatos muttered something in his sleep. He wondered what he was saying, once again regretting that he wasn’t very good with Mondstadtian. When he finally reached his chambers, his put carefully put Barbatos on the bed, allowing himself to take a quick look.

Barbatos looked dazzling today. His hair was free of braids this time, dark lock falling on his shoulder, the emerald tips glistening brightly in the moonlight. Succumbing to Morax’s persuasions, he agreed to wear the hanfu today. It was Morax’s favorite, the one he requested to be tailored specifically for his beloved. It was emerald green, made out of finest fabrics with a few silver embroidered patterns. Barbatos wasn’t used to wearing such expensive clothing. After all, he found it to be pretty impractical. With his style of life, it wouldn’t take long until he ruins it. Which is why he was a little uncomfortable wearing it. But sometimes, when Morax asked sweetly enough, he agreed. And he was always so happy when he did, because Barbatos looked absolutely mesmerizing.

And right now, in the faint moonlight, clothes crumpled and slightly pulled up, eyes closed and cheeks pink, he looked even better. His legs were visible now, his soft skin white like milk, the back of his thigh invitingly clean. Morax felt his mouth almost watering of the thought of peppering that unblemished skin with bites and kisses. As Barbatos moved slightly, the robes pulled up even higher, revealing his legs almost fully. There were just a few centimeters of fabric covering his crotch.

Morax forced himself to look away. He turned around, taking a step towards the closet when a hand curled around his wrist, followed by a quiet:

“Where are you going?”

He looked back, finding Barbatos still laying there, his eyes half closed as he struggled to focus on the man before him. Morax smiled and sat on the bed, caressing his face and leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

“I was just about to go change and the come back to you. Sleep. I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Don’t leave.” Barbatos whined, curling his hands around Morax’s neck and pulling him closer.

Before he could register it, they were kissing passionately, bodies pressing against each other as soft gasps and moans slipped from their lips. Morax felt himself tarting to get hard and tried to pull away, but Barbatos locked his legs on his hips, forcing his pelvis to press against his crotch, feeling his arousal through the thin fabric.

“Morax.” Barbatos breathed out, rubbing against him. “Fuck me.”

“My dear, you’re about to fall asleep again.” Morax replied, gathering all his will to control himself. He could see how sleepy and tired his beloved was.

“’m not.” He mumbled, although still unable to fully open his eyes.

“You should go back to sleep.”

Barbatos whined, arching his back, his hands scrambling to keep Morax in their hold.

“But I’m so horny. You have to do something about it, you must, you can’t just leave me like this.”

He was still obviously drunk and needed to sleep it off. Morax understood that. But it was so difficult denying him when he begged so beautifully.

“Fine.”

Barbatos beamed and pulled him into another kiss. He tried to take off Morax’s shirt, his hands still unruly from sleep fumbling with the buttons. Morax gently pushed his hands away.

“You want to stay dressed?” Barbatos asked, batting his eyelashes almost innocently.

“I’ll make you feel good.” Morax said, pulling up the other’s robes and taking off the undergarments in one swift motion. “And then you’ll go to sleep.”

With that, he closed his lips of the wet head, sucking on the hard cock in his hand. Barbatos’ breath hitched and he thrashed a little too lazily against the sheets, obviously discontent with such outcome.

“N-no!” He moaned as Morax sucked harder. “Not like that!”

There was a harsh slap followed by a surprised yelp. Morax pulled away, caressing the already reddening skin of his buttocks.

“Don’t act up and take what I give you.”

Barbatos looked at him and gulped, but obediently laid back down. He whined quietly as Morax continued to suck him off, taking the full length in his throat and teasing the leaking slit on the tip with his forked tongue. Barbatos arched his back, thrusting his hips against the warmth of the other’s mouth, gripping the sheets in his hands.

“Morax…” He breathed out, weaving his fingers through long locks. “Feels so good, ahh, don’t stop, please-”

It didn’t take him long. Only few minutes later Morax felt him shudder, hand gripping his hair a little tighter, followed by a high-pitched moan and warmth spilling inside his mouth.

Morax swallowed, licking the sensitive tip a few more times, making Barbatos tremble and try to move away. When he finally pulled away, Barbatos slumped against the sheets, his chest rising as he tried to catch his breath. Morax looked at him with a chuckle. Just as he thought, he already was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Sleep.” He placed a kiss on Barbatos’ temple, tucking the damp hair behind his ear. “I’ll be with you shortly.”

Barbatos only nodded and yawned, his eyes immediately shutting close. A few moments later he was fully snoring. Morax chuckled, carefully taking off the hanfu from his heated body and moving to the closet.

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Venti looked in the mirror, absentmindedly tracing the blemished skin with his fingers.

It looked like there wasn’t a single place left untouched. His thighs were covered in bruises that suspiciously looked like a handprint, the inner part stinging with bitemarks. His upper body didn’t look any better, hickeys and bitemarks left everywhere, from his stomach to neck. Even his arms weren’t intact. There were bruises right under his chin from where Morax grabbed him earlier.

Venti sighed, reaching for the concealer. He wasn’t sure if it was possible to cover it all, but he could at least try to conceal the visible places. He was lucky his shirt had a pretty high collar, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do with all of this.

It was useless asking Morax not to leave these many marks. Even if he promised to try and hold himself back, eventually he just ended up gnawing at his neck all the same. Something about dragon nature, Venti assumed. The need to claim and mark as his own. Truthfully, Venti found it quite adorable. He loved to see Morax losing himself to his primal desires, feeling the pain mixed with scorching pleasure whenever the sharp teeth closed on his thin skin or clawed fingers gripped him a little too harshly.

He loved it all, really. It was just a nuisance to cover up. And Venti was a pretty public figure, at least at home, to walk around like that.

Venti heard the door open behind him and turned around to find Morax standing in the doorway. As usual, he woke up much earlier than Venti and already started with all of his important stuff, something that he called a duty of an archon (Venti had no idea how signing a thousand of contracts a day helps the nation, but if Morax thought of it as important, it probably was). He was fully dressed, hair tied properly, hands in gloves. He definitely didn’t look like he just had the wildest sex the night before.

Venti huffed in annoyance, looking back at himself in the mirror. He didn’t even get dressed yet. His hair was still a mess. And he still didn’t quite figure out how to cover up all those marks, that now started to get that bluish tint.

“How are you feeling this morning, darling?” Morax said, stepping closer and caressing his hair.

Venti moved away from his hand.

“I feel fine but look at this!” He gestured vaguely at his own half-naked body. “I’m bruised all over.”

“I think you look as beautiful as always.”

“Well, for you! In the others’ eyes I’m just indecent.”

“If it concerns you so much, you might as well just not go anywhere today.” Morax said with a grin, leaving a quick kiss on Venti’s cheek.

Venti huffed, waving him away.

“As if! You knew that I have to return to Mondstadt today and did it on purpose. I know you too well.”

“Dearest, why do you think so little of me?” Morax replied with a feigned sadness in his voice. Venti scoffed.

“I see right through you, old man. Now get your hands off me and stop bothering me! I’m trying to cover this up.”

Morax obediently stepped away and sat on the bed, staring intently at Venti’s back. Venti tried not to pay him any more attention and came back to making himself looking at least a little bit presentable.

About half an hour later Venti looked at him reflection, critically examining the braided hair and freshly ironed clothes. His neck was covered in a thick layer of concealer, but if you looked closely, you could still see the distinct marks on the skin. Venti sighed and tried to pull his collar up a little higher. All this time Morax didn’t say a word, calmly sitting on the bed and watching Venti’s every move. Finally, Venti turned around and asked him:

“Do I look okay?”

“You always look amazing, dear.” Morax predictably replied.

Venti rolled his eyes.

“I mean can you see…” He lifted his chin and gestured at his neck. “This?”

Morax tilted his head, staring at Venti’s neck intently. Then, he stood up, placing his steady hand on the back of Venti’s neck, making him throw his head back. Venti shuddered at the sudden harsh touch.

“I think you covered it up very well.” Morax said, a weird glint in his golden eyes. “A little too well for my liking.”

And before Venti could register the meaning of the words, he bit into his neck. Venti yelped, pushing against Morax’s chest but to no avail. He felt the sharp fangs pierce his skin, making him let out a choked scream, his legs immediately going weak. He scrambled to hold onto Morax, his mind suddenly foggy as Morax bit down even harder. Venti could feel something hot trickling down his neck and onto his collarbones.

It felt like it took forever but, finally, Morax pulled away. Venti looked at him with teary eyes, warmth spreading in his stomach as he watched him hungrily lick the blood away from his lips. Absentmindedly, Venti reached towards his neck and touched the new bitemark. When he pulled his hand away, he saw red droplet on his fingertips.

The fogginess and arousal left as quickly as they came, making place for gradually boiling anger. Venti looked back at Morax, at the satisfied look on his face. He looked way too pleased with himself. Venti’s face twisted in anger.

“You old perverted lizard!”

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It’s been about a year since Barbatos fell into another long slumber.

Morax had no idea how long it would take this time. He already got used to it after so many centuries together, but it didn’t mean that he stopped missing him every time. Today, the longing became way too unbearable.

Not knowing what to do with himself. He uselessly wandered the halls, mindlessly flipping through books, answering the questions of the adepti and servants automatically. He had no mood for anything, because everything reminded him of his beloved Wind God. The garden in which Barbatos so frequently spend his leisure in, playing the flute or writing new poems. The library, which always amazed the younger god with its magnitude and content. His favorite tavern, which they visited so frequently whenever Barbatos graced him with a visit. Even the streets of Liyue reminded him of the cheerful wind that use to float around, cheering the citizens.

Finally, later in the evening, Morax returned to his bedroom. Their bedroom, he reminded himself. He couldn’t count the times Barbatos spent the nights in this room over the last centuries. It became his long time ago.

Morax sat down on the bed with a sigh, looking around the bedroom, reminiscing how Barbatos would braid his hair every morning, sitting in front of the dressing-table. Suddenly, his eyes caught the closet in the corner of the room. This closet wasn’t his. It was placed here specifically for Barbatos, although he rarely used it. He didn’t leave much clothes in Liyue, preferring to travel light-weighted, and even if he did, he used Morax’s closet most of the time. Still, Morax knew that there were some of his belongings in that closet.

Morax pondered for a few moments, then stood up and walked towards the closet. Just as he thought, there weren’t a lot of clothes in there. He saw a few crumpled shirts, an old hat, a clock and some sort of green ribbons tangled up in the corner. Morax pulled out one of the shirts, noticing an old red stain on the collar. The memories of that day came back to him.

That day Barbatos got so carried away while performing a song, that he spilled half of his glass on the floor, a few droplets landing on his shirt as well. Morax wanted him to give to the laundress upon returning home, but then both of them got carried away in the bedroom, the shirt was thrown somewhere under the bed in the moment and Morax no longer thought about it. And now here it was. Turns out Barbatos just threw it in here when he woke up, probably wanting to wash it later but successfully forgetting.

Morax smiled at the memory, carefully touching the soft fabric. It was cold and he imagine how warm it would’ve been if he just took it off Barbatos’ body. Morax pulled the shirt closer, burying his face in the hem. Surprisingly, after so many years, it still had that unforgettable scent. Cecilias, apples and a bitter note of wine. That’s how Barbatos smelled.

Morax inhaled deeper, his heart beating faster as more memories flooded his mind. How he buried his face in the crook of Barbatos’ neck, pulling him closer. How his scent changed slightly whenever arousal took over him, the wine undertone becoming more noticeable, making Morax feel like he was drunk. How long that scent lingered on his pillows and sheets after Barbatos left him in the morning. This scent was almost gone from his bed by now, and every night Morax clang to the remnants of it, in hopes that it would linger just a little longer.

Morax felt stupid just standing there in the corner of his own bedroom, smelling the other’s shirt but he couldn’t stop. His pants suddenly felt tight and Morax realized that he just got hard from the mere smell. He chuckled under his breath. How desperate he’s become after all this time, feeling so much desire at the mere smell. But it’s been so long… Who can really blame him?

Leaning against the wall, the shirt still in his hand, Morax reached into his pants, closing his fist around his shaft. He held the shirt up to his face again, feeling himself hardening the more he inhaled. He felt drunk, his head spinning.

“Morax…”

He closed his eyes, imagining that sweet voice. How he’d wish that were his hands on his body right now. He could imagine that it’s him, but that’d be no use. Barbatos’ hands are smaller, more agile. He always knew how to get Morax off without any effort. Sometimes Morax felt like he could just come from the sound of his voice alone.

He sped up, his breath catching as he felt himself getting close ridiculously fast. Absentmindedly, he realized that his claws might’ve ripped the shirt in a few places. He didn’t care. As the knot in his stomach became tighter, his breath more rigged and more groans escaping from his throat, all the could this about were those two emerald eyes looking at him and thick, black curls scattered on his white sheets.

Morax came with a loud moan, barely keeping himself upright. He caught his breath, looking at the white beads of cum on the wooden surface of the closet. How embarrassing…

A sudden gust of wind got Morax out of his post-orgasmic stupor. He turned around, only now realizing that he didn’t close the window. Now there was a draft in the room.

Morax laughed bitterly, dropping the ruined shirt on the floor.

How he missed him.

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“What?!”

Venti flushed bright red, looking at Morax with wide eyes.

“Did I-” He tried again, embarrassed to even repeat it. “Did I hear you right?”

“You heard me correctly.” Morax nodded, looking a little too calm for such conversation.

“But… On your face?”

Morax chuckled, taking Venti’s hand into his.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear.” He murmured, kissing him softly. “I only wish to make you feel good. Do you want me to?”

Venti bit his lip, feeling his face becoming even redder. Despite that, he timidly nodded. Morax smiled, placing his hands on his knees and lifting him up a little.

“Let’s move you, then.”

Venti rested his hands on the headboard of the bed, trying desperately not to fidget as Morax’s hands gripped his thighs harshly, almost forcing him to lower his hips. In this position, Venti’s pelvis was right above Morax’s face, making him shiver out of embarrassment.

“Are you sure this is fine?” Venti said, his voice trembling.

“Of course, it is.” Morax replied once again. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Venti inhaled and, very carefully, lowered his hips. He still couldn’t allow himself to sit fully, holding his weight by his knees. But Morax wasn’t having any of that, harshly pulling him down and making his legs give out. Venti’s breath hitched and he blushed furiously, hiding his face in his palms. In this position, he was actually sitting on Morax’s face. Venti thought he’d die of embarrassment right there.

But then Morax gripped his ass, spreading the cheeks and revealing the twitching hole that was right above his mouth. Venti felt the warm breath against the sensitive skin. Then, without any warning, Morax’s tongue breached his hole, immediately pushing in deeper. Venti’s body gave a full shudder before uselessly collapsing against the headboard.

“Morax!” Venti exclaimed, clenching on the other’s tongue a little too tight.

“Relax.” Morax said again, pulling away for just a few moments and then immediately putting his tongue back.

Venti whimpered as Morax’s long and flexible forked tongue fucked into him. Morax’s serpent-like tongue always made Venti’s legs feel weak, but ne never thought that feeling it in that place would be this good. It was much thinner than his cock, but longer, reaching to the places inside Venti could never reach himself. He noticed how long Morax’s tongue was before, definitely not human. When they kissed, Morax could reach deep into his throat, making Venti’s legs weak and throat sore. He never thought how it could feel inside the different end of him.

The tongue massaged the sensitive walls, sliding in and out, elastic muscle pressing against his prostate constantly, making his hips sway. If it wasn’t for Morax’s strong hands still holding him, Venti probably would’ve collapsed sideways by now. It felt so weird having Morax licking him there, so deep inside. But for some reason, it felt so fucking good. Venti pursed his lips, trying to stifle a moan from escaping his throat as the tongue pressed against his sensitive spot once again. He panted, gripping the headboard so tightly, his knuckles became white. Involuntarily, he started moving his hips a little, fucking himself on Morax’s tongue.

The sounds in the room were obscene. The wet squelching between his legs made Venti grimace a little, thankful that the house was big enough and walls thick enough for no one to hear. Morax sounded like a feasting animal, shamelessly slurping and groaning as he licked his hole and bit his sensitive skin. Venti could feel his saliva all over his groin and inner thighs, knowing that if he looked down right now, Morax’s whole face would be wet. His own cock was pressed against Morax’s check, leaking more and more precum at every touch and leaving transparent drops on his face.

“Morax…” Venti whimpered at another long drag of that tongue inside. “I can’t- I’m so close.”

Morax only dripped his thighs tighter, bringing his ass so close to his face, Venti didn’t know if he was still able to breath down there. Then, he pressed the tip of his tongue right against his prostate, rubbing the sensitive walls with the forked tip hard. Venti almost sobbed, as an intense orgasm took over him, making him squeeze his thighs, almost suffocating the man below him. He came, thick ropes of cum spilling on Morax’s hair.

Venti wasn’t sure how long it’s been, but it felt like he was cumming for a few minutes now. When he finally came to his senses, his body still shuddering and breath hitching, he threw his leg over to one side and tried to sit on the bed. Instead, he ended up planting head first on the bed, legs tangled in the sheets.

Morax chuckled, sitting up and wiping his face with the blanket. Venti flushed as he looked at the giant wet spot that appeared on it, burying his face in the pillow. His legs were still shaking and he felt like he’d die if he looked Morax in the eyes right now. But, if he were to be truthful with himself, he had to admit that he never felt quite this good before.

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Barbatos was always loud in bed.

It wasn’t just moans and screams (those Morax enjoyed very much). Barbatos loved talking, too. At any moment, no matter how intense everything was, he never stopped talking. Whether it was just describing his feeling, or praising Morax for how good he felt. It could just be some incoherent mumble whenever he was about to come. His mouth was never closed.

In the very beginning of their relationship, Morax thought that it was just the nerves. He thought that maybe Barbatos felt awkward, so he tried to distract himself with talking. But as time passed and they got used to each other, nothing changed. So, Morax figured out that perhaps that’s just how Barbatos always is in bed. And he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. He enjoyed every sound that fell from those lips. Most of the times, at least. It was just that sometimes he felt like it was a little overboard. There were moments so tender and intimate, that Morax just wanted to bask in the sound of his heartbeat. But Barbatos continued talking, ruining that fleeting, fragile moments. Those moments happened very infrequently, but every time after that Morax felt annoyingly dissatisfied.

Morax knew that he should’ve probably talked to him about that. After all, they always discussed every aspect of their sex life with each other, quick to share what they liked and what they didn’t. But for some reason, Morax felt like that topic would be a bit too sensitive. He didn’t want to offend his lover or make it seem like he thought of him as annoying. He knew how much Barbatos cherished his voice and how proud his was with his skilled tongue and eloquent vocabulary. Asking him to speak less felt almost blasphemous.

So, Morax found other ways. Whenever the moment of their passion peaked and he felt like there was no room for conversation anymore, he would either press Barbatos’ face into the pillow or shut him up with a harsh kiss, effectively reducing all the excessive noise. But, while being a very effective and pleasurable method for both of them (Barbatos mentioned that he quite liked it), it wasn’t long-lasting. Barbatos needed to breathe, so Morax could only hold him like that for a few minutes before letting him go, allowing him to gasp in some air. After that, the words continued flowing like before.

He didn’t have to think about it for too long, though. The solution found him by itself.

Morax always loved strolling in different, curious parts of Liyue. That day, he wandered into a shop with quite specific goods, one that would make any young noble lady in Liyue faint. He looked around the stalls with curiosity, some items catching his attention. He wasn’t planning to but anything. He thought that if the were to decide to spice things up in the bedroom, they should choose the instruments together. He just noted some stuff for himself, to maybe acquire in the future.

But just when he was about to walk out, one particular item caught his eyes. It was a short leather strap with a small black ball in the middle and adjustable fasteners on each end. Morax irked an eyebrow, stepping closer to take a look. Immediately, a merchant appeared next to him, asking with a welcoming smile.

“Are you interested in this little thing, sir?”

“Indeed.” Morax replied, with a curt nod. “Could you tell me if this item brings any discomfort to the person wearing it?”

“Oh, not at all.” The merchant shook his head, taking the gag into his hands and demonstrating him the straps. “That is the softest material you can find. Touch it yourself, see how soft it is. No chafing or irritation, guaranteed. The ball is small enough to not cause any splits on the lips but big enough to muffle any noise.”

Morax bought it without a second thought and then threw it somewhere in his bedside drawer. He wanted to discuss that with Barbatos some other time, but forgot about it. Only months later, in a heat of a moment, when Barbatos was riding his cock and muttering something endlessly in his shoulder, did he remember about it. Carefully, he stopped the motion of the other’s hips with one hand and lifted his face by the chin with the other, making him look him in the eyes.

“Baobei, there’s something I want to try.”

Barbatos blinked, looking at him with eyes clouded with pleasure. It seemed to take him some time to register what he was saying. Then, he nodded, a hint of curiosity on his face.

“Alright.” He said, voice hoarse. “What is it?”

Morax reached towards the drawer, making Barbatos whimper at the sudden shift. He blindly rummaged through the drawer, hoping that he didn’t throw it too far away. Finally, he felt the soft leather and pulled out the gag, letting Barbatos see it. The wind god frowned at the sight of it, his lips parting in confusion as a silent question appeared on his face.

“A gag?” He said, almost increduosly. Then, something in his expression shifted, and he looked at Morax with something akin to hurt. “Do you not like my-”

“No.” Morax cut him off fast before he came to any conclusions. “I love your voice more than anything. I just… wanted to experiment. See how it’s like. Only if you want to, of course.”

Barbatos bit his lip, taking the gag into his hand and carefully examining it. He looked a little relieved at Morax’s words, but there was still slight concern on his face. He kept silent, continuing to look at the thing in his hand. Morax already started to regret that he brought it up, but before he could say anything, Barbatos replied, his voice small.

“We could try, if you want to.”

“But do you want to?”

“I’m never opposed to experiment.” Barbatos said, shrugging and handing the gag back to him. “But if I can’t speak, how should I tell you if I don’t enjoy it.”

“You could tap the bed.” Morax said, taking him off his cock and putting him on the bed. Then, he tapped three times against the sheets. “Like this. Or against my arm, so I don’t miss it.”

“Your arm is fine.”

“Alright, then.” Morax positioned himself between Barbatos’ legs. “But tell me immediately if you feel uncomfortable or it hurts.”

“I will.”

Carefully, he put the gag on, slipping the ball into Barbatos’ mouth and fastening the straps, not very tightly but just so that it wouldn’t fall off. Then he pulled away, looking him in the eyes, carefully examining every emotion.

“Alright?”

Barbatos nodded. Morax took a deep breath, feeling how his cock, that already softened a little during their conversation, came back to life at the sight of Barbatos with a gag in his mouth. He moved closer, pulling his legs apart wider and positioning himself right in front of his stretched hole. Then, without further words, he pushed in, fast and to the whole length at once. Barbatos let out a muffled yelp, clutching his shoulders.

He started moving right away, knowing that Barbatos was already stretched enough from when he was riding him just a few minutes ago. He groaned at the feeling of tight walls enveloping his cock, pulsating around him. Barbatos arched his back and bucked up his hips to meet his thrusts, his usual loud moans reduced to whimpers and sharp inhales.

Morax slowed down a little and reached out, cupping the other’s face and stroking his stretched lips, right where they enveloped the gag. He pressed against the smooth black ball, making it go a little deeper into his mouth, making him let out a muffled moan.

“Does it hurt?”

Barbatos shook his head, hugging him with his legs to bring him closer, urging him to continue. Morax didn’t need to be told twice. He took a fast, almost rough rhythm. He took Barbatos by his legs, putting them on his shoulders and almost folding him in half. Barbatos could only lie there, small sounds escaping his lips with every harsh thrust. He gulped but the gag made it difficult for him, a thin string of saliva running down his face from the corner of his lips. Morax leaned down and licked it away, making Barbatos shudder and whimper with pleasure.

It didn’t take long. Morax was already pent up, so he wasn’t surprised when he felt himself getting close so soon. He gripped Barbatos’ thighs harder, thrusting deeper. Barbatos clenched around him.

“Are you close?” He whispered against his lips.

Barbatos nodded.

Morax couldn’t hold back any more. With a few final thrusts, he buried himself to the hilt and bit into Barbatos’ lips, sucking and licking around the gag. With a groan, he spilled inside, feeling Barbatos tighten as his own orgasm took over him. His cries vibrated through the gag and against his lips, reducing to quiet whimpers as he came down from his high.

Morax pulled out slowly, watching as his seed spilled unto the sheets from the gaping hole. Then, he reached to unfasten the strap, taking the gag out. There was a thin string of saliva between the swollen red lips and the wet ball. Barbatos took a few deep breaths, licking his lips.

“Did you like it?” Morax asked him carefully. “Nothing hurts?”

“I’m fine, Morax. My jaw hurts a little, though” He replied, massaging his face. “Not as bad as when I give you a blowjob, anyway.”

Morax chuckled.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Although…” Barbatos plopped down on the bed, stretching his back. Then, he looked at Morax and smirked. “Next time, I’ll use it on you. I’m not the only one who talks too much.”

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“Morax!”

Venti screamed as another wave of pleasure shot through his body, making his thighs shiver and toes curl. He strained his hands, tugging at the silk around his wrists. Morax thrusted deep inside of him, holding his legs, leaving him no room to move away from the scorching touch.

He wasn’t sure how many times he came already. He lost count after the sixth time, when Morax forced an orgasm out of him with just his fingers. After that, while Venti laid boneless and twitching on the sheets, he pushed his cock back inside, continuing to fuck him relentlessly, ignoring all his miserable whimpers and cries as pleasure mixed with pain.

His body felt like one big sensitive spot, every touch felt like his skin was burning. Morax fucked his roughly, bit into his skin and slapped his ass, not stopping for one second. Venti’s arms hurt from the uncomfortable position of being tied to the headboard. The pillow under him was drenched in his tears, sweat and saliva. His hair was tangled, his braids long gone as those hands gripped the dark strands and pulled on them to reveal the pale skin of his neck.

Terrifyingly, with another thrust, Venti felt another orgasm coming up, his whole body tensing as he struggled against it. It hurt so bad, but he couldn’t stop himself from weakly thrusting up his hips in return, taking Morax’s cock deeper. Another harsh thrust, right into his abused prostate, and Venti screamed, arching his back. He looked down, watching through teary eyes as his tired cock spilled just a few puny drops of cum.

“Good boy.” Morax murmured, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. Venti sobbed, nuzzling against the soft touch.

Morax pulled out slowly, reaching for the bedside table and taking a pen. Carefully, he took Venti’s leg and drew another thin line on the back of his thigh. Venti looked at it, trying to count them, but his vision was blurry. Thankfully, Morax helped.

“Nine.” He said, kissing up his thigh, biting lightly at the thin skin of his knee.

Venti let out a shuddered breath. He thought it was more.

“How about one more?” Morax said, taking Venti’s flaccid cock in his hand, stroking the painfully sensitive head and teasing the slit.

Venti cried out and shook his head, desperately trying to get away from the touch. But Morax’s grip on him was too tight.

“What’s one more?” Morax continued talking, finally letting go of his aching length. “You can do that, right, baobei? One more time for a pretty number.”

As he was flipped over onto his stomach and put on his knees, ass in the air, Venti could only slump against the damp sheets and give in. He felt Morax slide into him and cried at the intrusion, his walls so sensitives and hole so fucked out, making it all feel way too intense. Venti buried his face in the pillow, tears spilling once again on the already drenched fabric.

Morax held him by his hips and fucked him hard, forcing his knees apart. At this point Morax was just holding him in the air, because there was absolutely no strength left in Venti’s legs. If Morax decided to let him go, he’d probably just fall on the bed. Morax continued pounding into him without mercy, groaning at the feeling of that whole pulsing around him, the sensitivity making Venti clench down on him with every thrust.

“How are you still so tight?” He panted in between the thrusts. “So good for me.”

Venti could hardly hear what he was saying. It all was too much. Morax’s cock felt so big and hot inside of him, it felt like he’d pierce his stomach with another thrust. He couldn’t even feel his hands or legs anymore, all of his senses coming down to that one sensitive part inside of him, that was constantly ravished and made his body weak.

It felt like he wouldn’t be able to wring anything out of himself anymore. His cock wasn’t even hard, uselessly bouncing between his legs. Venti thought that maybe Morax would just take pity on him and come already. Instead, Morax moved his hand down and took his cock into his hand, starting to stroke him in time with the thrusts.

“Wait!” Venti screamed, his whole body spasming at the overwhelming feeling. “No, don’t touch-”

But Morax didn’t listen to him. Instead, he quickened the pace, his hand never stopping, too. Venti felt the knot tightening in his abdomen, but something was different this time. Despite Morax’s efforts and his own feeling of painful pleasure, he was sure that he still wasn’t hard. So why did he still feel like he was about to come.

Venti whimpered, cried and almost wailed in Morax’s relentless arms, but the torture didn’t stop until, finally, Venti let out an almost animal-like howl and his whole body twitched, spasming and shivering. His hole clenched so tightly, that Morax had no other choice but cum too, spilling deep inside.

Morax breathed heavily. He looked at his hand, noticing with a surprise that it was fully dry. He pulled out and flipped Venti’s boneless body to lie on the back. Just as he thought, there was no new cum on his stomach. His cock still slumped lifelessly against his abdomen, red and twitching.

“Huh?” Morax hummed, with a satisfied grin. “A dry one? That’s new.”

There was ringing in Venti’s ears. He didn’t hear a word Morax was saying. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt the tickling of the pen against his skin, Morax drawing the final, tenth stroke. As he was drifting away, he felt Morax’s breath against his face and a gentle kiss on his temple.

“Good boy.”

Venti slipped into the darkness.

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Morax inhaled sharply as thick, soft fabric covered his eyes, pulling him into the darkness.

“Alright?” He heard Barbatos asking. He nodded.

That was unusual for him, but Morax tried not to show his nervousness. Never in his life had he given control to anyone. To willingly give himself into someone else’s hands and giving away the ability to see would be unimaginable for younger him. But Barbatos wasn’t just someone else. If there was a person he could trust unconditionally, it would be him. Morax could trust him with his life.

Still, he couldn’t help but tense at the sudden soft touch against his skin. Not being able to see and only feel what Barbatos was doing made all his nerves ten times more sensitive.

“Relax.” Barbatos said, hot breathing against his neck.

Morax had to keep himself back from placing his hands on the other’s hips and squeezing the soft skin. He’d promised Barbatos that today he’ll give him full control. “And no hands”, Barbatos added with a sly smile. So, now he had to grip the sheets as Barbatos bit into his neck, licking and sucking on the skin. Then, he moved his lips lowers, leaving fluttering kisses on his chest. Sharp teeth closed around his nipple, tugging and making him moan quietly. He heard a soft giggle.

“So impatient.” Barbatos said, wrapping his hand around Morax’s hardened arousal. “Already so hot and wet, and I barely touched you.”

“Barbatos…”

“Fine.” He huffed, letting go off him and raising his hips. “But only because I also can’t wait anymore, with you being such a beautiful sight.”

Morax felt the weight lift from his body, followed by the sound of naked feet against the flower. Judging by the sounds, Barbatos probably walked towards the dressing table and was now rummaging in it. Morax gulped, sinking into the sheets, immediately realizing what he was looking for. His cock twitched with anticipation.

After what felt like ages, he heard steps again and the mattress bent under the weight.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Barbatos said, leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek.

 Morax couldn’t help it but tilt his head to kiss him on the lips. Barbatos didn’t protest, letting him pull him closer as he fumbled with the bottle of oil. After a few moments, Morax felt a slippery touch on his cock. Barbatos moved his hand up and now, thoroughly oiling his shaft. Morax breathed out into his lips at the feeling.

He heard the rustle of the sheets, his mind giving him an image of Barbatos positioning himself, legs on both sides of his body, hips right above his cock. He had to gather all his will to not grab him by the hips and sink him down in one swift motion. Instead, Morax had to wait as Barbatos lubed himself up and then, guiding his cock to his entrance, carefully sat down.

Morax gripped the sheets as the tight warmth enveloped him, making him ground and buckle up his hips. Barbatos put his hands on his chest, squeezing the sternum to balance himself while he tried to take him fully, whimpering and moaning at the feeling. Morax mentally cursed that stupid blindfold that prevented him to see his expression. Finally, he went down completely, sitting on Morax’s hips and squeezing around his cock. Morax could feel his thighs trembling with strain and soft whimpers falling from his lips.

“Do you need help, dear.” He said kindly, but with a hint of mockery in his voice, one that Barbatos distinguished immediately.

“Shut up.” He said and started moving.

Barbatos raised his hips rapidly, the cock moving in and out of his body with loud squelches. Morax moaned, his own hips trembling and hands squeezing the sheets to hard, he might’ve ripped them. It was weird, just lying there and doing nothing. Slowly, Morax moved his hands, trying to place them on the other’s hips but Barbatos took him by the wrists and pinned them down.

“No touching.” He said, moving his hips in circular motion. “You take what I give you.”

Morax groaned but gave it, sinking back into the sheets and throwing back his head at another move of his hips. Holding back wasn’t an option right now, as without his vision and an ability to touch, all his senses focused on his cock and the tight heat around it, clenching down on him and making the knot in his abdomen grow tighter.

He heard Barbatos moaning on top of him, his hips losing the rhythm as he too crept closet to his peak. A few more thrusts and, almost simultaneously, they both moaned into each other’s lips and came, Morax deep inside and Barbatos on his stomach. Not waiting to catch his breath, Barbatos pulled him into a hot kiss, whimpering as Morax continued to spill his hot seed inside of him.

Still sitting on his cock, Barbatos pulled off the blindfold. Morax blinked a few times, his eyes getting used to the dimly lit room. Then, he looked at Barbatos, who looked almost drunk with satisfaction, his cheeks red and chest rising up and down with his rapid breathing.

“I love you.” He said, pulling Morax into another kiss.

For the first time, Morax thought that maybe losing control wasn’t that bad.

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Venti was always curious about the dragon side of Morax’s nature. And while he often witnessed those parts of him in bed, such as the horns, the fangs and claws, and the long, forked tongue, there was still a part that Morax kept hidden even from him.

Venti found out about it by accident. One day, flipping through another random book he found in Mondstadt’s library out of boredom, he stumbled upon a pretty erotic story about a half-dragon man. That book revealed to him peculiarities of dragon nature he never heard of before, even from Morax. Naturally, he had to confirm.

He seemed to shock Morax with his question a little.

“Where did you hear of it?” Morax cleared his throat, taking a sip of his tea. His neck was a little red.

“Doesn’t matter.” Venti dismissed the question. “Is it true?”

Morax pursed his lips and sighed.

“It is.” He replied finally, his voice strained.

“But how? I’ve only ever seen you with…” Venti stuttered, suddenly a little embarrassed. “You know, one.”

“I change my form for your comfort.” Morax said simply.

Venti frowned at his words.

“Don’t be stupid. You know that I’d love every part of you.” He took his own cup, staring down at his reflection in the liquid. Then he added, a little quieter. “Maybe I want them both.”

Morax choked on his tea, looking at him with widened eyes.

That’s how Venti ended up sitting on Morax’s lap in the dimly lit bedroom, trying to keep his hands from shaking too much with anticipation. At first, he wanted to lay on his back but Morax took him by the hips and made him sit on top, claiming that “it would be easier this way”. Venti gulped as his mind started to visualize that “it”.

He fidgeted, his bare cock twitching and leaking precum on Morax’s stomach. He watched as Morax took another breath in. He said that he needed to concentrate to return to his true form but it was taking way too long. Venti thought that a few more minutes and he’ll fall asleep out of boredom.

Finally, he felt the elemental energy change. Morax’s nails turned into claws, scraping the skin on his thighs. Then, he glowed slightly and let out a growl. Horns grew on his head. He opened his eyes, revealing the vertical slits instead of his usual gold pupils. Venti gulped and, slowly, looked behind him.

His eyes widened at the sight. It was just like that book described: two big cocks, one just like the one he was used to, a human one, and the other dark brown, with a golden head and golden square patterns, tracing down to the base. Venti reached out and carefully touched the new one. Just as he thought, it was full of elemental energy. Just from touching it, Venti’s fingers tingled at the reaction. He felt pressure in his lower abdomen at the thought of how it would feel inside, reacting with his Anemo.

“Let’s take it slow.” Morax said, taking him out of his reverie. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Venti nodded, absentmindedly.

When Morax said slow, he really meant it. Venti realized it as he was sitting on Morax’s lap after what felt like hours, fully sheathed on his human cock and twitching in anticipation.

“Morax.” He whined, moving his hips a bit for some stimulation. “Enough, I’m ready.”

Morax hummed, reaching his hand behind him and tracing his stretched rim with his finger. Then, carefully, he pushed one finger in, alongside his own cock. Venti’s breath hitched at the burning stretch.

“Still too tight.” Morax shook his head. “We need to stretch you more.”

Venti almost sobbed. His cock was already so painfully hard. H ejust wanted Morax to finally fuck him. But he knew that if he wanted the real thing, he’d have to be a little patient.

Venti’s ears reddened at the wet squelching sounds as Morax pushed one finger in, then two and finally three. This whole time all Venti could do was clean to his shoulders and try to relax. The stretch still wasn’t painful but, combined with the cock inside of him, a bit overwhelming and uncomfortable. Finally, when he was able to move his fingers freely, Morax seemed to decide that it was enough.

He pulled out the fingers, leaving Venti clenching around his cock. Suddenly, it felt like just one wasn’t enough. Venti whimpered, hiding his face in Morax’s neck, as Morax opened a new bottle of oil and poured it onto his golden dick.

“Relax.” He said, leaving a chaste kiss on Venti’s cheek. “Take a deep breath in.”

He pulled out. Then, he took both his cocks and guided them to his entrance, catching at the rim and pulling at it. Venti obeyed, breathing in deeply. It quickly turned into a sob as Morax pushed inside, stretching his rim beyond anything Venti felt before. He dropped his head, spilling tears on Morax’s shoulder. It was too much. With their size difference, it was almost hard enough taking Morax’s respectable in size cock. Now, it was just painful.

“Shh.” Morax soothed him, patting his back. “Hurts? Should I take it out?”

“No.” Venti sniffled, raising his head to look him in the eyes. “I can take it, keep going.”

Morax didn’t look reassured but pushed deeper. Venti bit his lower lip and the stretch, whimpering and crying out as it went deeper. Finally, he was fully sheathed on both shafts. He was breathing hard. Looking down, he realized that he left deep scratches on Morax’s shoulders.

Venti was about to open his mouth to tell him to move when, suddenly, a strong tingling feeling washed through his body, making him yelp in surprise. His thighs shook as he tried not to collapse on the bed, only holding up thanks to Morax’s strong hands. He looked down, seeing his elemental tattoo on his chest glowing and pulsating.

“Oh, Celestia-” He screamed as another wave of elemental reaction washed through his body.

Morax groaned, probably feeling it just as intensely as him. He took his ass in his hands and starting move him up and down, fucking him on his cocks. Venti threw his head back and fully screamed as that feeling, mixed with the pleasure from the stimulation on his prostate that was now constant. It was so, so much. There was no pain anymore, the intensity of the feeling replacing all the discomfort.

It was wild, almost animal-like. He’d never seen Morax lose control like this before. He was growling and moaning, using him like a sex toy as he fucked into his hole. All Venti could do was try to hold onto his shoulders, limbs weak from the stimulation. He felt tears running down his face, full-on sobbing as he was fucked. The tattoos on his body glimmered, his Anemo answering strongly to the Geo buried deep inside of him.

The orgasm came too quickly, although Venti was happy that it id. He wasn’t sure if he could take it any longer. It didn’t even feel like an orgasm. Suddenly, the room lit up, turquoise mixed with golden, as both of them screamed. Venti felt like his whole organism shut down for a moment, so intense was the feeling. Feeling Morax spilling inside of him felt as if his whole body was getting filled with Geo, his own Anemo clashing with it, making him see stars.

Morax fell on the bed, taking Venti with him. As he lay on Morax’s chest, trying to catch his breath and listening to his lover’s insane heartbeat, Venti came down from his peak. His body felt boneless. He caught the side of the room, noticing that everything was scattered on the ground, as if there was a storm inside. The window was fully blown off its hinges.

Slowly, Morax pulled out. Venti didn’t even have the strength to make a sound. He closed his eyes, feeling Morax’s seed dripping out of him in thick spurts. Yeah, he thought to himself. We’re definitely doing it again.

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Venti stared at the cock in front of him, a little confused with the sudden change in position. Just a few moments ago he was lying under Morax, writhing as he peppered his body with kisses. Suddenly, Morax flipped them over, manhandling him into lying on top with his face in front of Morax’s cock and his ass at Morax’s face.

“What..?” He was interrupted by his own moan as Morax pushed his tongue into his hole.

Venti dropped his head and squeezed his eyes, letting his legs spread open as Morax licked his rim and then thrusted inside again, pushing against his prostate and making him squirm. Venti lifted his hips for easier access but, suddenly, Morax stopped. Before Venti could ask what happened he felt a hand in his hair and then his face was pushed against Morax’s leaking hardness.

“Why should you be the only one to feel pleasure?” Morax asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Venti huffed, shifting a little closer to grip his cock. He left a few fluttering kisses at the tip, licking the slit and gathering the salty precum on his tongue. He licked down the whole shaft and kissed his balls, moving back up. Finally, he closed his lips around the head and sucked.

Morax groaned, spreading his cheeks and returning his tongue to where Venti wanted it the most. Venti shuddered at the feeling of that long, wet tongue slithering inside of him, sending shockwaves through his sensitive walls. He moaned, the vibrations from his throat making Morax throw up his pelvis and push deeper into his throat.

Venti choked at the sudden movement, and pulled away for a moment, catching his breath. He whimpered as Morax continued to lick and suck on his rim, making his legs weak.

“Don’t stop.” Morax said, taking him by the hair and guiding his face to his crotch again. “Let’s make each other feel good and cum together.”

Venti couldn’t say no to that, especially with Morax’s tongue so deep inside of him and his mouth stuffed full with Morax’s thick cock. Unable to hold back his quiet moans, he started bobbing his head up and down, sucking on the head, making Morax groan and grip his ass harder. His unbraided hair stuck to his face, getting wet with his own saliva. Venti huffed, trying to tuck it behind his ear with one hand while the other jerked off the neglected part of Morax’s cock which Venti couldn’t fit into his mouth.

Morax continued to thrust in deeper, his thin and flexible tongue pushing against his prostate, making him squirm. He bit lightly at the soft flesh of his ass, making Venti yelp in surprise. Chuckling, he returned back to the pink entrance, circling it with his tongue and watching as the tight ring of muscles twitched at the touch.

Venti felt like there wasn’t enough air in the room. His head was spinning from both the pleasure he was receiving and the heavy feeling of Morax’s cock on his tongue. A few more pushes of the tongue and deep swallows, and both of them shuddered, reaching their peak. Venti gulped around the cock, obediently swallowing all the cum and feeling his own spill down Morax’s neck. He let the softened cock fall out of his mouth and, throwing his numb leg over Morax’s torso, slumped on the sheets, breathing hard.

When he turned around, he found Morax licking the cum off his finger with a hungry glint in his eyes. Venti felt his spent cock twitch at the sight. They definitely won’t be satisfied with just one round tonight.

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“One.”

Venti whimpered as a heavy hand landed on his ass, making his jolt as sudden pain shot through his body. Morax held him by his waist, not letting him fall off from where he was lying on his stomach across Morax’s lap. The delicate skin burned, and Morax’s firm voice wasn’t making it any better. His gloved hand caressed the reddened spot before he raised it again. Venti braced himself for the upcoming pain.

Slap.

Venti whimpered again, gripping the fine fabric of Morax’s pants.

“Two.”

The skin tingled. Venti opened his mouth to say something, only for the next slap to land right after, making him choke on a scream.

“Three.”

“Morax-” Venti tried again, reaching behind himself in an attempt to catch Morax’s hand. “Wait, let’s just-”

“Silence.” Morax cut him off, twisting his arm behind his back and holding it with one hand.

Immediately, he landed another hit. This time, Venti couldn’t hold back a pained wail. He trashed in Morax’s hold as the pain made his body shake, eyes starting to tear up. But Morax held him too firmly to move even a milimeter.

“Four.”

Venti sobbed.

“Morax-”

The next three slaps came one after another, not giving him even a second to brace himself. Venti sobbed, burying his face in the cushion.

“Seven.”

Morax petted his ass once again, his fingers creeping into the crack and circling his rim, making Venti tense at the feeling of the rough fabric against his irritated skin. But he kept quiet, now knowing better than to open his mouth for something other than a moan. He breathed out in relief when Morax pulled his hand away from his entrance, only to tense immediately after as the hand was raised again for another strike.

The next few minutes the room was silent, only the sounds of slaps and muffled cries following the calm voice, methodically counting after each hit. Venti felt tears streaking down his face. His throat ached after all the screaming and crying, hips and ass hurting like crazy, making him whimper at every little movement. He wailed again as the hand landed on his ass with a loud slap. Merciless, Morax grabbed his cheek immediately after, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. Tears ran faster down Venti’s face.

“Twenty-five.”

Venti breathed heavily, nose stuffed from the crying, and lips parted. His face was wet with tears and saliva that trickled down his chin. His whole lower half felt like it was on fire. He was sure that by now his ass was bright red. When Morax finally relaxed his grip, he sobbed in relief. Morax’s hand sneaked under him, caressing against his tense stomach before going down and gripping his cock. Venti bit his lip to hold back a moan.

“You’re doing better than I thought you would.” Morax said, lazily pumping his cock. “Already leaking so much but not whining about it. Good boy.”

Morax held him by his hair to make him raise his face, leaving a gentle kiss on his cheek. Venti sniffed, his heart racing at the praise. Does that mean that that’s enough?

But before he could rejoice Morax pushed his face down and adjusted his position on his lap, making him lift up his hips for a better angle.

“Five more and I’ll let you come.”

Venti widened his eyes in shock.

“But you just said-”

Slap. Venti yelped, dropping his head against the cushion again, his legs trembling.

“Twenty-six. One more for speaking without permission.”

“Asshole-”

Another slap. Tears spilled from his eyes again, wetting the grey fabric beneath his face.

“Twenty-seven. Three more for that.”

Venti didn’t dare to open his mouth again. But every slap started to get more painful that the previous one. He was shaking, his butt hurting mercilessly. He flinches slightly at every hit but tried to keep his hips steady. He pressed his free hand against his mouth, trying to at least not scream so loudly as pain became almost unbearable.

“Thirty.”

By now Venti was full-on sobbing against the cushions, lying limply as his body twitched. He felt like his whole body would give out the second he moves a muscle. Still, his cock remained hard, leaking and twitching against Morax’s thigh, adding on to the level of discomfort.

Another slap. Venti whimpered again.

“Thirty-one.”

Faster, Venti thought to himself. The faster it ends the better. He wasn’t sure how long this torture lasted for, but it felt like hours. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to come anymore. But, as if in spite, Morax slowed down, holding his arm in the air as if waiting for something. Venti squeezed his eyes, ready for the slap. He waited and waited for the slap that now didn’t seem to be coming. But just when he allowed himself to relax his shoulders, wanting to turn around to look at Morax, two consecutive slaps landed on his ass. Venti screamed.

“Thirty-three.” Morax said, his firm voice the only thing Venti heard through the ringing in his ears.

The information settled in his mind slowly. Thirty-three. Only one more to go. He could take it. What’s just one more? Slightly lifting himself up on shaky arms, pushing his hips a little higher, Venti exposed himself for the last hit. Morax chuckled in approval and raised his hand again.

Venti closed his eyes, preparing himself. His skin burnt and his ass was probably bloody-red right now, but that didn’t matter. Only one more and this will be over. He took a deep breath.

His mind, clouded with pain, didn’t register the touch right away. Belatedly, Venti realized that his arm was released from the grip. Then, Morax’s now free hand sneaked down his spine and touched his ass, spreading his cheeks to expose his hole. Venti didn’t understand at first but when he did, it was already too late.

“Morax, wait, don’t-”

Harsh slap landed on his hole, making the tight rings of muscles twitch in pain. Venti wailed, hot tears spilling down his face. He sobbed loudly, thrashing in Morax’s arms. It felt like Morax put all his strength into this last hit. Venti thought he blacked out from the pain for a moment, because when he came back to his senses, Morax’s hand was on his cock, jerking him off rapidly.

Venti didn’t even have strength to say anything or try and break free from the hold. He didn’t even have the energy to scream, only letting out pained wheezing and ragged breathes as Morax forcefully led him to his orgasm. When Venti spilled, he didn’t even feel the pleasure from it, the pain overshadowing all his senses.

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Before Venti could get back to his sense and recover just a little bit, he was roughly pushed on the bed, face down. He struggled to raise his head and say something but the moment he opened his mouth his head was pushed into the pillow, his weak words muffled.

Morax didn’t say anything and steadily held his head, forcing him to lay down on his stomach and ignoring all his squirming as he uncorked an oil vial with his free hand. Venti froze when the cold oil dripped down his burning ass and between his cheeks. His overly sensitive hole tightened at the frightening realization of what was about to happen. When he felt lubed fingers circling around his rim, his stomach dropped and eyes widened as he exclaimed:

“Morax-!”

But before he could form any coherent word, Morax pushed two fingers at once, making Venti scream as pain shot up his spine. His lower half was still burning, at that last hit was so harsh, it left his hole red and puffy, making every touch hurt. Being stretched out so roughly right after that definitely wasn’t very pleasurable. Venti felt his eyes welling up with tears as Morax continued to push his fingers deeper, scissoring them inside and irritating the aching skin even more. Venti sobbed, pressing his face into the pillows to stifle convulsive cries.

Morax leaned towards him, pressing a soft kiss against his face, so contrasting with his harsh movements down there.

“Shh.” He cooed at another pitiful cry. “Just a little more.”

He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch. Venti whimpered as his hurting rim squeezed around nothing, unsure what was more painful: having those fingers inside or feeling nothing except that dull soreness down there. Morax, completely merciless towards his suffering, roughly dropping his hand down his ass and gripping his cheek, digging his claws into the irritated, delicate skin. Venti wailed, voice raw and desperate. Weakly, he tried to push Morax’s hand away but his hand was pushed away like it was nothing. Morax gripped harder, and new tears rolled down Venti’s face.

All the fight left Venti’s body at once. He slumped helplessly against the bed, silently crying from the pain as Morax poured more oil onto his hole and positioned himself against his entrance. Everything hurt so bad already, Venti thought it couldn’t get worse. But when Morax pushed inside, hands still gripping his red ass, he felt like he was split in half by a burning iron rod. Venti screamed and reached out his hand again, scratching Morax’s forearm with his short nails. This time, Morax didn’t even pay attention to his useless attempts. He sheathed himself inside fully in one go, stretching his rim until the pain made his legs shake.

“Does it hurt?” Morax whispered against his ear, licking and biting at his earlobe.

Venti nodded vigorously. Morax chuckled and stretched his back.

“Good.”

The rhythm he set was unbearable. Somewhere deep, there were echoes of pleasure as Morax brushed against his prostate, but that was overshadowed by the pain he felt all over his lower body. The skin on his ass, still aching and probably even ripped in some places from the harsh spanking, combined with the harsh intrusion without a thorough preparation made him feel like his body was about to break. Despite that, the sheets under his hips were so wet, they stuck to his skin. There’s no way I came from that, Venti thought to himself. I didn’t even feel it.

As Morax continued pounding in his ass, Venti felt like his conscious was starting to sleep. The room tilted, his vision got dark at moments. Venti felt like if he takes just a bit more, he will die. He squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering quietly at every thrust. And right before he fully fell into the darkness, he felt Morax’s hot seed spilling deep inside of him.

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Damn, he’s big.

That was the first thought in Venti’s head at the sight of the Geo Archon. The god towered above him, making Venti feel small like never before. Of course, he knew that this new body of his wasn’t exactly big, it wasn’t even a medium by human standards, not even talking about gods (and Venti had seen some gigantic gods before). But none of them were as impressive as Morax.

The first time Morax talked to him, Venti had to force himself to look him in the eyes, instead of the muscular chest (who could blame him, it was right in front of his face). The fabric of his robe tightened around his sternum, leaving nothing for the imagination. Never before in his life had Venti wanted to bury his face in someone else’s chest.

When Morax sat down, his thighs took all the space, muscles rolling under the tanned skin. Venti looked down at his own naked legs, realizing that they didn’t even take a third of the space Morax’s thighs did. Something weird shifted in his stomach at the thought, something Venti couldn’t understand yet.

The first time Morax took Venti’s hand in his, he almost fainted. The difference in their palms was astonishing. Compared to Morax’s hands, rough from constant fighting with calluses from wielding weapons, Venti’s hands with only a few small marks on his fingertips from the strings of his lyre looked way too delicate. His hand was completely lost in Morax’s grasp, his long and thick fingers having no troubles closing around his whole palm. The sheer strength in that hold made Venti shudder: he could probably break his hand if he just closed his fingers a little tighter.

Morax could lift him up with ease. Whenever Venti was acting a fool, Morax would simply pick him up and throw him over his shoulder, not even taking a breather, as if Venti weighed nothing. Venti could sit on top of him with ease, his slender hips fitting perfectly on the width of Morax’s shoulder. They could walk like that for hours and Morax wouldn’t complain. Once, he told Venti that carrying him was just like carrying an empty purse.

One time, Venti managed to make Morax agree to have a dance with him. Which he immediately regretted, because his legs failed him the second Morax put his hands around his waist. Venti froze when he realized that Morax’s thumbs nearly closed on his belly as the rest of the fingers met each other at the small of his back. His throat went dry and he excused himself to get some water. He ended up jerking himself off in the bathroom.

The first time Venti saw Morax without clothes was when they went swimming together. When Morax took off his shirt and revealed his perfect abs and wide ribcage, Venti thought he might start salivating. His upper half of the body was covered with the same golden tattoos as his arms, tracing down his stomach and under his pants. Venti gulped at the sight of a thin trail of hair that went all the way down. When Morax took off his pants, Venti turned around and dived in the water. He was sure that if he sees what’s down there, he’d probably die on the spot.

That was partially true. When he saw Morax’s cock for the first time, he got scared for his life. He never knew that thing could be that big. It wasn’t even big, it was literally gigantic. Venti estimated the size, realizing with a quiet panic that it was about the size of his forearm, both in length and width. He knew that Morax won’t have a normal human cock, but to this extent? There was no way that thing would fit inside of him.

He was wrong. It fit perfectly well. A little painful and making it hard to breathe, but so perfect. Venti never thought his body would be so compatible with Morax’s. But the way his cock fit inside his tight hole, the way his hand held both of his wrists above his head, the way Morax’s body covered him wholly as he fucked him into the matrass made Venti wet with desire. From that moment, he knew that nothing will ever make him more satisfied than the sheer size of his lover.

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Morax froze, his eyes wide as he sneaked his hand under Barbatos’ shirt and felt a lacy fabric against his fingers. He looked up, seeing Barbatos’ sly smirk.

“Surprise.” He said giggling.

He yelped as Morax immediately threw him on the bed. He started almost ripping the clothes from his body, making Barbatos chuckle at the impatience. The buttons on his shirt teared off and fell on the floor.

“Careful with my clothes.” Barbatos protested, fumbling to take off his shirts himself before Morax ripped them off, too.

Once all of his clothes were out of the way, Barbatos fell back on the sheets, arching his back and presenting his body in all of its glory. Morax’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of him. His flat chest was partially covered with a translucent lacy baby pink bra, embroidered flowers decorating the area around his hard pink nipples which were visible through the mesh. The panties made out of the same material, which bulged slightly in the groin area, tightly wrapped around the crotch, the material pressing against Barbatos’ small cock. It seemed to be already semi-hard and leaking, a small wet spot occurring right where another flower was embroidered.

Mesmerized, Morax flipped him over, looking at the ass cheeks that were covered with nothing, only a thin piece of fabric buried in the crack of his ass. Morax pulled at the thong, making Barbatos arch his hips and let out a small whine as the rough material of the mesh pressed against his cock. Morax abruptly let go of the thong, letting it slap back against Barbatos’ hole. He snuck his hand under him and into his bra, squeezing at his chest.

“What a beauty you have here, darling.” He mumbled, placing kisses all over the delicate skin.

Barbatos giggled, pushing his hips back and grinding his ass against the bulge in Morax’s pants.

“You like it?” He said, looking back with a sly spark in his eyes. “I got it special for you.”

“Oh, I’m loving it, baobei.” He said, flipping Barbatos back and hungrily eyeing the reddening nipples under the translucent lace.

“Try not to rip it. It was quite expensive.”

Morax smirked.

“No promises.”

He dug his teeth into the clothed nipple, making the lace rub against the sensitive bud. Barbatos let out a soft moan, sinking into the sheets and sticking out his chest for better access. Morax bit and sucked on his nipples like a hungry animal, thoroughly salivating all over the lace, almost drenching it. He put his hand on Barbatos’ crotch, palming at the warm, wet spot in the front of the panties. His leaking head seemed to be right at the flower and Morax pressed his thumb against it, making Barbatos whine under him.

“There’s no use worrying about keeping this cute thing intact.” Morax said, palming his clothes cock. “Because I’m not planning on taking these off when I fuck you. You will be coming into these pretty panties and I’ll make sure to thoroughly soil them with your delicious fluids.”

Barbatos didn’t answer, only gasping loudly at another rough tug on his nipple. His two buds were now painfully red, the lace darkened with Morax’s saliva. The thin fabric of his panties bulged harder, that cute cock threatening to break free from the hold of the lace. Morax carefully adjusted the front, not letting it free itself.

Digging his teeth back into those pretty nipples, Morax blindly reached for the bedside table, a little distracted by the cute sounds Barbatos was making under him. When he finally found the small vial of oil, he rapidly spilled about half of it on his hand, his teeth still torturing Barbatos’ chest. Finally, he pulled away from him, leaving Barbatos gasping and panting on the crumpled sheets.

With one hand he gripped Barbatos by the hips and easily flipped back on his stomach, pulling him closer by the pelvis and making him raise his ass. He pushed aside a thin pink strip of fabric, revealing a hole of practically the same pink color. He circled his finger against the rim, amused at the sight of the muscles twitching at the cold touch. He had no patience today, definitely not with that sight in front of him. His own cock was painfully hard in his pants. So, without much consideration, Morax pushed inside two fingeres, immediately starting to move them inside, thrusting and scissoring, hastily stretching the tight walls.

Barbatos fell face first on the pillow, his twitching and eyes watering at the slight pain from the rough intrusion, rim burning at the stretch. He whimpered at the harsh thrusts, pushing his hips back. But Morax wasn’t trying to making him feel good right now. He merely stretched him out to accommodate the hole for himself. Morax continued to thrust his fingers, now three of them, into that tight heat with obscene wet squelches. With his free hand he loosened his tie and unzipped his pants, taking out his aching cock.

He took out his fingers abruptly, making Barbatos let out a high cry as his hole squeezed around nothing, legs shaking and trying to keep him upright. Morax took him by the hips, helping him stay up as he aligned his reddened head with the wet, slightly opened entrance. Barbatos under him whimpered with anticipation, rubbing his hole against Morax’s cock.

“Always so impatient.” Morax chuckled, pulling him into a kiss and simultaneously pushing inside.

He sheathed his cock inside fully in one go. Barbatos cried out into his mouth, his sounds muffled by the long tongue in his throat. His eyes rolled into his skull as he trembled on Morax’s cock, his little body struggling to take such length. Morax took pity on him, stopping for a few moments to let him adjust. He pulled away, licking the tears from Barbatos’ cheeks and palming at the lace on his chest.

Finally, Barbatos gave a small, pitiful sob and pushed back his hips.

“Move.”

He didn’t need to say it twice. Morax starting moving that very second, immediately setting a brutal, punishing pace. Barbatos once again buried his face in the pillow, letting out a high-pitched cry as Morax’s cock brushed against his prostate. Their hips met with a wet slap, Morax thrusting deeper with every move of his pelvis, making Barbatos lose his mind. It didn’t take long for his trembling hand to reach towards his neglected cock that painfully rubbed against the lace, attempting to free himself from the pressure. But Morax grabbed him by the wrist, roughly wringing his arm behind his back.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Morax whispered against his ear, biting the earlobe. “You will come into these pretty panties. And no hands.”

Barbatos whimpered but obeyed, slumping back against the sheets and taking the brutal thrusts. Morax pulled on the thong, taking the thin strip of fabric between his fingers and using it to drag Barbatos deeper on his cock. The pull made the front part of the panties tighten around the crotch, making Barbatos wail at the painful pressure on his cock. Morax paid it on mind, continuing to fuck into that warm tightness.

Barbatos under him twitched and screamed, his hole tightening around Morax’s cock. Morax slowed down a little bit, touching the wet spot in the front of the panties. Just as he thought, Barbatos just came. He palmed at the softening cock, making Barbatos whimper.

“Good boy.” He said, renewing the thrusts. Barbatos cried out, hole twitching with oversensitivity.

Morax paid him no mind. His own arousal fogged his thoughts, making him chase after that primal desire to fuck. He gripped those plush hips, making Barbatos’ lower half fall on the bed too, pressing him down against the sheets with all of his weight. In this position, Barbatos’ cock rubbed against both the lace and the silk sheets. He sobbed, tears spilling down and onto the pillow that was now drenched with his tears and saliva.

Morax grabbed his chest again, teasing the nipples with his fingers. His claws ripped through the mesh, leaving tiny bleeding scratches on the skin. He fucked harder, every thrust of his hips almost punishing. Once again, Barbatos whimpered and tightened around him, coming for the second time, but Morax didn’t stop for one moment.

By the time Morax got close to his peak, Barbatos came about two more times. He was nothing more than a sobbing mess under him now: chest and neck red with hickeys and bites, the bra ripped, one strap untied, letting one cup fall down and reveal the tortured nipple. The panties were now fully drenched, sticky with cum. His ass was red from the constant contact with the rough fabric of Morax’s pants.

Morax groaned, pulling on the thong one last time and, finally, spilled deep inside. Barbatos whimpered quietly as the warm seed filled him up. Panting, Morax pulled out, sitting back on the bed. His chest was rising as he watched his seed spill from the fucked out puffy hole. Morax reached out his hand and pushed his fingers inside, not letting his seed leave that pretty hole.

He pulled on the elastic band of the panties once more, and abruptly released it, letting it painfully lash against his heated skin. Barbatos let out a muffled yelp.

“I’ll need to buy you more of these.”

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Venti’s voice broke on a high note, his legs trembled as he tried not to fall. The crowd at the tavern all looked at him, whispering with a hint of concern. Venti felt a hand on his shoulder, and saw Kaeya standing behind him.

“Are you alright?” Kaeya asked him, lowering his voice.

Venti nodded and chuckled, trying to make his voice sound as casual as possible.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Might’ve had a little too much to drink tonight.”

“You don’t usually get drunk easily.” Kaeya replied, sounding unconvinced. “And you’re all flushed. Maybe I should take you home-”

“No, no, I’m fine.” Venti shook his head furiously. “I have a whole crowd waiting for my wonderful songs tonight and I can’t let them down. I can continue performing.”

Kaeya pursed his lips, but didn’t push. He handed Venti a glass of water and patted him on the shoulder.

“If you say so. But if you feel unwell, tell me or Diluc, okay?”

Venti nodded again. When Kaeya turned around, he could finally take a deep breath. But just when he reached for his lyre, a shock of pleasure shot up his spine again. Venti tried not to glare too much at the foreign gentleman who was sitting at the darkest corner of the tavern. His face wasn’t visible from there, but Venti knew that he was smirking with satisfaction right now.

That old lizard…

At first, Venti was happy that Morax came to visit, because he doesn’t do it very often. He was full of joy when he took him on a tour around town this morning and when they had a quckie in his small apartment right before his planned performance in the tavern. He definitely wasn’t expecting that right after cumming inside of him, Morax would push a small geo construction into his hole. It was thin but pretty long, and built in such a way that Venti wouldn’t be able to take it out by himself because of its thick base.

They experimenting with this thing before. That geo construction listened to Morax’s every command, which meant that he could move it or send vibrations through it at any possible second. It was thin but pretty long, with a small dent right where it would touch Venti’s prostate inside. He also manipulated it so that after he put it inside of Venti, it would thicken significantly at the base, making it almost impossible for Venti to take it out himself. He needed Morax to turn it back into that its original form to slide it out of himself.

It was amazing. Venti loved how it vibrated inside of him, at the highest rate being able to bring him to an orgasm in mere seconds. He enjoyed writhing on the bed under Morax’s hungry gaze as his tattoos lit up with every use of his geo energy.

But he never would’ve thought that Morax could do this to him on public. But Morax was relentless, deaf to Venti’s pleas to take it out, because, goddammit, I have a performance! Morax only looked at him with firm eyes and Venti knew that he had no choice but to obey. That’s how he ended up here, in the middle of a crowded tavern, trying to hold onto his lyre with shaky hands and keeps his voice steady while his underwear was soaked. He was grateful that his shorts were pretty baggy, so the public didn’t see just how aroused he was.

He managed to go through another song almost perfectly. The vibration inside of him was pretty mild but still very tangible. Thankfully, Venti was a professional of his art. So, the public erupted in applauds as he bowed gracefully, trying to ignore how crossing his legs made his weeping cock even harder.

It was time for him to take a break. He walked to the counter, politely waving off all the people who wishes to talk to him. He stood next to the high chair, knowing better than to sit down. The bartender praised his performance and gave him a glass of cider. Venti took it with sincere gratitude, hoping that alcohol would make this just a little more bearable.

But just when he was about to take a sip, the geo construction in him vibrated with a higher frequency, making him choke and splutter. He coughed, feeling the vibrations intensifying. He almost fell on the floor, legs weak, but managed to hold onto the counter.

“Venti!” The bartender exclaimed. “What happened? Are you feeling okay?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.” He barely managed to force the words out of himself and hurried towards the door on the far right.

His legs barely held him but he managed to make the whole way. As he walked right beside Morax, who still was smiling and slowly sipping his wine, Venti threw a pleading look at him. But Morax just smiled back at him.

When the door of the bathroom finally closed behind him, Venti allowed himself to let out a quiet whimper. Rapidly, he lowered the hem of his shorts a little, breaking free his leaking cock. His knees were shaky and he lowered himself on the floor, arching his back at the intensity of the vibrations. He didn’t even have to touch his cock. An orgasm took over him in less than ten seconds, making his toes curl and bite his lip to stifle a scream. He looked at his hand that now was sticky with cum. Then, a terrifying realization that the vibrations still didn’t stop came to him.

This will be a long night.

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Venti woke up with a terrible pain in his back and a nasty sticky feeling between his legs.

He groaned and rolled over, feeling the damp sheets sticking to his naked skin. He reached out his hand, realizing that the other side of the bed was empty. He cracked his eyes open and stretched, basking in the sunlight. From the looks of it, it seemed like it was noon already.

Venti didn’t remember when exactly he fell asleep this night. Last thing he could recall was lying face down in the bed, Morax fucking him into the matrass and cumming for fifth time. He probably blacked out at some point, or maybe both of them did, because Morax didn’t change the sheets.

Carefully getting out of the bed and standing on shaky legs, Venti wrapped a blanket around himself and walked to the kitchen. Just as he thought, Morax was there, cooking something at the stove. It smelled great. Venti leaned against the doorframe, staring at his naked spine.

Morax was only wearing pants. His back and shoulders were covered in small scratches that Venti didn’t remember leaving last night. To be fair he was too lost in the pleasure to notice anything, really. Morax heard his footsteps and turned around with a soft smile.

“Morning, darling.”

“Morning.” Venti yawned, taking a step closer and wrapping his hands around Morax’s torso.

“You’re cold.” Morax chuckled, putting his hands on top of his.

“Warm me up, then.”

The very next moment he ended up on a counter, his lips captured in a hungry kiss and the blanket falling off his shoulders and onto the floor. The arousal came back quickly between the kisses and moans, a little too quickly after such an exhausting night. But Venti didn’t care about the pains in his back anymore or the weakness in his limbs, definitely not when Morax spread his legs open and positioned himself between them, his hard cock rubbing against the inside of his thigh.

There wasn’t even any need to prepare him. He was still open and wet from the night, so it was no trouble for Morax to slide back in. Venti moaned into his mouth, his hips cramping sweetly as he felt that wonderful fulness again. Morax started moving right away, fucking him into the counter and biting into his neck, making him throw his head back and almost hitting the dresser.

The rhythm was wild and the morning bliss made his body so much more sensitive, so it didn’t take long for Venti to tighten up and cum with a whimper, gripping Morax by the shoulders. Thankfully, Morax followed right after, groaning into his neck. Venti grimaced at the feeling of new portion of cum spilling inside of him, mixing with the already dried up one that he should’ve definitely clean already. When Morax pulled out and put him back on the floor, some of the sum dripped out of his hole and onto the floor.

It smelled like something was burning. Morax cursed under his breath and hurried to take the food of the stove, his pants still half down. Venti chuckled at how ridiculous he looked.

“I’ll go to the shower.” He said, uncomfortable at how sticky it was between his legs.

“I’ll help you.” Morax replied, immediately dropping the burnt food in the sink.

Venti rolled his eyes but let him go to the bathroom with him.

He shouldn’t have. Because Morax ended up fucking him against the wall in the shower, having him on his dick as Venti tried to rinse off the shampoo from his hair. And he was still inside when Venti was brushing his teeth, lazily thrusting into him as he held him up by his hips, making Venti tremble.

Thankfully, they took a small break and Venti managed to get some breakfast. But then, Morax ate him out right on the table and then fucked him while he tried to do the dishes. Then, he carried him to the living room where he took Venti on the sofa three more times and Venti gave him a blowjob.

By the time they returned to the bedroom, it already got dark again. Venti fell on the bed boneless, his hole continuously spilling Morax’s seed. He was sure there was a trail of cum on the floor from when Morax carried him from the living room to the bed. Venti stifled a moan when Morax pushed inside once again, letting him fall back onto the soft pillows. None of them had any strength left now, but it was still nice to lazily fuck like that. Venti trembled as he felt another dry orgasm. Morax spilled inside him again.

He slumped on top of Venti, his cock still inside. Venti’s mouth was dry and his stomach empty, but he didn’t even have the strength to say anything. At the back of his mind, he realized that Morax was already snoring. With a small smile on his lips, he fell asleep, too.

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Morax groaned and struggled against his restraints as Venti once again raised his hips and let Morax’s cock slip out of him right when he was about to come.

“Barbatos, dammit!” Morax cursed, his cock angry red and leaking from the neglect.

“Patience, dear.” Venti murmured against his skin, kissing him on the neck and licking the bulging vein right under his jaw. “Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

Morax glared at him, those golden eyes glinting dangerously as his hands tugged on the ropes that tied him to the headboard of the bed. Seeing him like this, fully naked and sitting with his back against the headboard, hot cock big and hot between his legs as he was unable to move made Venti’s heart race faster. He knew that if Morax decided to, then he could easily break free from the restraints and push him face first into the sheets, fucking him however he wished. But he didn’t, deciding to obey Venti this time and it was so precious of him, that Venti couldn’t hold back the urge to pepper his face with kisses.

Morax groaned again but leaned into his touch, his breathing staggered as he tried to keep his cool. It was the third time that Venti denied him an orgasm and he was obviously at his limit. But Venti wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t play a little more. Slowly, he sat back down on Morax’s cock, feeling his tight walls hugging that straining shaft as he moaned into his mouth. He already came once a few minutes ago, using Morax’s dick as his own sex toy, which only made Morax glare at him fiercer.

Venti started moving his hips back and forth, skillfully rubbing his prostate against Morax’s cock, feeling him twitch inside of him. Morax dropped his head on his shoulder with a low moan and bucked up his hips, desperate for any friction at the point. Venti chuckled and placed a kiss on the top of his head, gripping his hair and bringing his face to his chest. Morax understood the hint, immediately wrapping hips lips around Venti’s hard nipple. Venti bit his lip in pleasure.

“Ah, so good.” He muttered, dropping his head back with a moan as Morax bit his nipple. “So good for me, darling.”

Morax didn’t answer, continuing to obediently suck on his nipples. Venti petted him on the head and started riding him faster as a reward. He felt his husband tense under him as his cock was finally stimulated properly, making him squeeze his eyes at the feeling. Venti chuckled at his pathetic attempts to move his hips to meet him. He moved up and down, looking with amusement at how Morax groaned and moaned with every move of his pelvis. His own cock got hard again and Venti definitely wouldn’t leave himself unsatisfied, definitely not when he had Morax like this.

He started moving faster, moans slipping from his own lips as he held unto Morax’s shoulders for balance. He felt Morax’s breathing hot and wet against his collarbone, his neck and shoulders tense as he seemed to approach an orgasm. Venti was close, too, but he didn’t want to let him get off so quickly, even for his own sake. So, right when Morax’s moans became louder and his hips started trembling, Venti lifted himself up again, leaving Morax cursing and shivering under him.

“Just hold on a little longer, alright?” He whispered gently, repositioning himself higher, so that now his cock was right in front of Morax’s face. “Make me come and then I’ll let you come, too.”

Morax took him into his mouth without a second thought. Venti moaned and held onto the headboard as Morax started to suck him off with passion, making his legs tremble. He knew that he won’t hold on much longer this way but he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. Not when Morax mouth was so warm and good around his cock.

Venti moved his hips, fucking into Morax’s throat without care, selfishly chasing his own pleasure, but Morax didn’t seem to mind. He opened his mouth wider and closed his eyes, moaning as Venti continued to fuck his face. His voice sent vibrations through Venti’s cock, making it impossible for him to prolong his orgasm. Pretty soon, Venti was moaning and cumming into his mouth.

Trembling, he fell back down on the sheets, mesmerized at the sight of Morax swallowing down his seed without a protest, looking at him with hungry eyes. His cock was still as hard as ever between his legs, leaking thick beads of precum all over his stomach. Venti felt boneless after that second orgasm but he couldn’t leave Morax unsatisfied after he did such a great job at pleasuring him.

So, whimpering at oversensitivity, he slipped back onto Morax’s cock and began to move, eager to get an orgasm out of him even if his own body screamed with painful oversensitivity.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Morax to let go. Considering how pent up he was, it was a surprise he didn’t spill immediately when Venti sat on his cock. It took him a few minutes to give up, moaning loudly as thick spurts of cum spilled inside of Venti. Venti squeezed his eyes, feeling that familiar warmth inside of him. He pulled away a little bit and took Morax’s face into his hands, kissing him deeply.

“So good for me.” He said, untying the ropes with shaking hands.

Morax smiled back at him and bit into his neck.

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The first time Morax called him a good boy while fucking him Venti shamefully came right at that second. Morax only looked at him with wide eyes but didn’t say anything, for which Venti was very grateful.

Then, a few months later, when Venti was giving him a blowjob, it happened again. Morax, fully relaxed and lost in pleasure as Venti worked between his legs, muttered under his breath a quiet:

“Good boy, taking me so well.”

Venti choked as he suddenly came into his pants, completely untouched. Something feral glinted in Morax’s eyes in that moments and Venti swallowed nervously, knowing that it won’t lead to any good.

The next time he and Morax shared the bed, the Geo Archon started with that right away. He whispered all sorts of nice things as he undressed Venti, complimenting his body and how well it fit against his own. That made Venti wet almost immediately. Morax didn’t stop there, whispering all sorts of praises into his ear as he prepared him and then fucked him, especially gently this time. He talked about Venti’s voice, how his moans were like music to his ears. When Venti tried to hide his flushed face in his elbow, Morax carefully put his hand away.

“Don’t hide your pretty face.” He whispered, looking Venti in the eyes.

Venti trembled, spilling onto his stomach.

But while that was embarrassing enough, the worst was when one day, when Morax was balls deep inside of him, he randomly started mumbling stuff like:

“Your hole is so good for me. So tight and warm.”

Venti flushed bright red, reaching out to shut him up with his hand but Morax just pinned his hand down and continued.

“Such a nice little hole.” He whispered, smirking as Venti tightened up at the praise. “It’s like it was made just to take my dick.”

Venti sobbed into the pillow, shameful at how hard his cock got at this obscene commentary. He wanted to tell Morax to shut the fuck up and get off of him, but instead he hugged him by the shoulders, bringing him closer and pushing up his hips to meet the thrusts as Morax continued to whisper dirty things into his ear.

That night, Venti had the best orgasm ever.

After that, Venti started to slowly accept the part of him that got wet at any slight praise from Morax. Whether it was an offhand commentary after his performance about his great skill or a dirty compliment about how pretty his dick was, it always made Venti feel weak in the knees. With time, he got used to it. Morax gradually started to use it on him more often until it just became a normal thing for them.

At one point Venti felt like he won’t ever be able to come without Morax whispering sweet praises into his ear. Which is why one time, when they were having sex and Morax just stayed quiet, Venti looked at him with confused and frustrated eyes. Back then he was still too shy to ask him directly, so he just hoped that Morax would come around by himself. But it didn’t happen and Morax just came inside of him, still keeping quiet this whole time.

As Morax sat on the bed and cleaned himself up, Venti lied in bed on his stomach, his cock still hard. He couldn’t even come like that, and he knew that Morax noticed it, too. He didn’t know what Morax was doing but it irritated him so much, he wanted to throw a pillow into that ridiculously muscular spine. He wanted so bad to at least rub himself against the sheets for some relief but he was too bashful to do it in Morax’s presence. So, he just waited until he’d get up and go to the shower.

But Morax continued sitting there, testing his patience. And just when Venti felt like he couldn’t take it anymore and already was considering just touching himself like this, Morax turned around and said with a sly smirk:

“You were a really good boy to me today.”

Shamefully, Venti came just like that, smearing the sheets with white droplets and muffling his whimper into the pillow. There was a ringing in his ears but he still heart Morax’s satisfied chuckle.

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Venti tried not to giggle to loudly as they stumbled into the empty nave of the cathedral. The whole city was asleep by now, the sisters have left to go home a long time ago. A single guard was snoring at the main gates, sitting on the cold ground and leaning against the wall. The entirety of the church was devoid of people and completely at their disposal.

Morax held him tightly in his arms, his hot body making Venti’s head spin. Both of them were pretty drunk after their well-spent evening in the tavern. It even seemed like Morax was tipsier than him, which Venti shamelessly decided to use for his own gain tonight. A sober Morax would never have agreed to this naughty idea of his. Even now, the reasonable part of him still tried to take over, making him pull away for a second and ask:

“Are you sure this is fine?” Morax looked at him, his hungry eyes absolutely not supporting his own words. “Maybe we should go to your place, instead?”

Venti rolled his eyes and pulled him closer by the neck.

“Isn’t the church a house of god?” Venti whispered into his lips. “I can’t do whatever the hell I want here. And right now, I want you.”

That was enough of a confirmation for Morax. As if on switch, his reasonable side vanished, leaving only that hungry, drunken state in control. Venti loved when Morax was drunk like this, on both alcohol and the passion of the moment. In that state, he lost his head so much faster, giving in to every whim of his. Now, again, he only smiled giddily and bit into his lips, almost fully picking him up into his arms and trying to hold himself steady on his legs. Venti giggled into his lips, letting out a staggered breath as Morax tripped over his own foot, still managing to hold both of them up.

Morax sat him down on an empty altar, right where his Holy Lyre used to be before Barbara hid it as far away as possible. His hands, so big and strong, immediately started to tear off his clothes, all the previous hesitation leaving his mind the second his teeth found their place on Venti’s neck. He rubbed his arousal against the thick fabric of Venti’s stockings like a dog in a rut. Venti tipped his head back, giving Morax a better access to his delicate skin. In this position, he looked right at the beautiful frescoes on the ceiling, the golden domes that the choir echoed against during the morning mass. He imagined all of those mortals gathered in this very nave for a saintly worship, only to see their reverenced god lewdly moaning and spearing his legs for some foreigner. The sister would probably faint at such a scene.

Venti looked at the fresco that depicted his own self. The God of Freedom, patron and protector of Mondstadt, wrapped in a snow-white flowing clothing and with an exalted, angel-like expression on his beautiful face looked at him almost condemningly. Venti grinned maliciously, as if taunting the holy figure, demonstratively loudly moaning at the feeling of groping hands on his body. His head was spinning with delight at his own blasphemous vagary. Blasphemy towards oneself, what could be a more egregious act of freedom? Venti moaned, smiled and laughed, reveling in this feeling of absolute permissiveness, intoxicating freedom.

He got so lost in his own head that he didn’t even register the moment when Morax got rid of his short and stockings. He returned back to his body only when two fingers entered his body, making him shudder with his whole body and let out an abrupt scream. His cry echoed throughout the hall. Morax was crude with his movements, ignorantly stretching the hole for himself. It hurt, almost to the point of tears, and Venti liked it.

“Look at you.” Morax whispered hoarsely, scratching his naked chest with his tears and brushing his sharp fangs against his nipples. “What a miserable, dirty little god you are, one that loves a big cock in his hole. What would your followers say?”

Venti trembled, feeling already three fingers moving inside of him now. He couldn’t respond, only being able to hold onto Morax’s shoulders and moan miserably, lamenting at the fact that he couldn’t even scratch the other’s shoulders because of the jacket that still fully covered his back.

Morax abruptly took out his fingers, making Venti all but curl up into himself, pulling up his knees towards his chest from the sudden pain and an uncomfortable emptiness inside. A heavy gloved hand landed on his chest and pressed down, making Venti lay on his naked back on the cold marble. The altar was too narrow and small even for him, so he was grateful that Morax had tight grip on him, holding him up with one hand and not letting him fall. Using his free hand, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

Venti let out a hitched breath at how boorishly and offhandedly Morax spat into his palm, hastily spreading the quickly-drying saliva on his dick and positioning himself against the newly tightened entrance. How outraging, purely insulting that was, as if he’s some kind of harlot he picked up for an hour in a tavern. Venti felt himself getting even wetter.

Morax pushed inside roughly, forcing the whole length in right away, only stopping for a moment to admire the little trembling body fully impaled on his thick cock. His eyes fogged with a drunken desire. Gold glimmered in those irises as they landed on a slight bulge in the lowest part of the abdomen. Mesmerized, Morax reached out his hand, pressing and feeling the outlines of his own cock inside. Venti cried out at the feeling, letting a few stray tears fall from the corner of his eyes.

“Just imagine, what would the sisters think, seeing you like this? Or your beloved deacon?” Morax whispered, slowly starting to thrust his hips into the tight hole. “What would they say, seeing your holy body tremble, tightening around my cock and struggling to take it?”

Venti whimper at a harsh thrust into his poorly prepared body.

“Hurts.” That’s all he could manage to say, feeling more tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“Endure it.” Morax said, his voice firm and cold as he continued to push inside, ignoring the tears. “Aren’t you a god, the great Barbatos? I’m sure the maginifcent Anemo Archon could bear a little bit of pain. Or is he so pathetic, that he’s ready to spill his holy tears merely from a cock inside of his tight hole?”

Venti shook his head, sobbing from such words. It was so filthy, so profane. Those harsh, insulting words made him tremble. Venti never felt such pure euphoria before.

Morax started fucking him almost brutally, forcing him tight hole to open up for him, to let him in. Venti screamed, wriggled under him, but to no avail. He was fucked like a sex toy, like a mere cock sleeve in his own fucking church, under the holy frescoes of his own divine self. Suddenly, it was as if he wasn’t even a god, all of his grandeur, if such even existed before, was trampled, only leaving this filthy image of being used. Venti moaned and smiled giddily, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He felt so light, he wanted to laugh from the ecstasy of it.

Yes, he thought to himself, this is freedom. Absolute, unlimited.

His moans and the slaps of skin against skin echoed it the perfect acoustic of the nave, replacing the holy choir. It was so wrong, so impure. So intoxicatingly liberating.

To hell with Celestia, his godly throne, his gnosis. To hell with the church and the holy images. All he wanted was to be fucked by Morax’s fat cock, right here and right now, brutally, foully. So that if anyone saw him like this, they’d knew how free he truly was. No labels or limits. Just his own desire.

That orgasm was so intense, Venti thought he blacked out for a moment. He whimpered when Morax pulled out, watching as their mixed cum dripped from the altar to the floor, ultimately desecrating that holy place. Although, could it even be a desecration if it’s his own fucking cum. Wouldn’t that make it holy cum?

Venti giggled as Morax started to carefully wipe off the cum from his stomach and the altar and continued giggling all throughout the process of Morax putting back his clothes and picking him up into his arms.

“I think you should definitely go to bed now.”

The next morning, when Venti woke up Morax wasn’t there. That didn’t upset him much. He knew that Morax would leave in the morning and he probably didn’t want to wake him up.

When he went outside after an hour of trying to make himself look proper, he realize that he missed the morning mass. He walked past the church, the crowd dispersing already. Then, he caught a glimpse of Dahlia standing at the foot of his statue, glaring at him. At first Venti thought that he was mad he missed the prayer. But that happened before, and Dahlia never got upset about it?

He walked over to him, wanting to know what was up with him so early in the morning. And nearly choked when Dahlia shoved his stocking into his face. Ah, and he was wondering why he couldn’t find it in the morning.

“Are you out of your mind?” Dahlia hissed at him, taking him by the hand and leading him away from the crowd to hide in a shadow of a column. “You should be happy I was the one to find it. What would happen if one of the sisters did? Scandal!”

“Dahlia, calm down.” Venti grimaced, still a little hangover. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not big of a deal?!” Dahlia spluttered in indignation. “In your own church?! Can’t you and your Liyuen friend just take it somewhere else?”

“Exactly, my own church.” Venti said with a smile. Seeing that Dahlia didn’t appreciate the joke, he sighed. “Fine, won’t happen again. I promise.”

Dahlia still frowned.

“And I’ll compensate you with a nice bottle of Dandelion Wine today. How does that sound?”

“Two.” Dahlia said. “And don’t miss the prayer next time. And I’ll sign you up for the next choir rehearsal.”

“Oh, come on!”

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The first time Barbatos started crying during sex, Morax almost had a heart attack. Considering it was their first time, too. He thought he’d done everything right and Barbatos said that he wasn’t in pain. So why was he crying so hard, hiding his face in the pillow and staining in with tears?

In all his lifetime, Morax had a lot of partners. And, despite watch those common folks’ tales say about it, he was almost a gentle and courteous lover. He always made sure that his partners were comfortable and always made sure that they don’t experience any pain. Even in the most passionate moments, he has never seen a single tear spilling onto his sheets.

So, when he saw that small and gentle Wind God, who so let him take his virginity with so much pure trust, was just silently weeping in his bed. Morax immediately stopped and pulled out, taking his face into his hands and looking at him with concern. Barbatos opened his eyes, still filled with tears. He looked confused and a little disappointed.

“Why’d you stop?”

Morax blinked.

“You were crying.”

“I was?” Barbatos raised his hand to his face and wiped away the tears. “I didn’t notice.”

“Did I hurt you?” Morax asked, evident concern slipping into his usually stoic voice.

“No…” Barbatos shook his head, confused.

“Then why were you crying?”

Suddenly, the young Wind God flushed, his face becoming almost as red as a tomato. He averted his eyes, looking at some invisible spot on the wall.

“I just never felt so good before.” He mumbled, still not daring to look at Morax.

Something flipped in Morax’s stomach at those words. Barbatos was crying because he made him feel this good, because of all the feelings his inexperienced body was going through. For some reason, it made his cock even harder. Morax never noticed such tendencies in himself before. He knew his desires very well, but he never wanted to see his partners in tears. But that night, he had the best orgasm ever, still looking into those beautiful, teary eyes.

He grew used to it with time. During the following few times they shared the bed, he still stopped whenever he saw tears, just to check. But Barbatos always reassured him. He quickly learned that that’s just how Barbatos was in bed: extremely sensitive and emotional, crying from both the pleasure in his body and the love he felt for his partner. And every time Morax’s orgasm was just mind-blowing.

Even after all these years, Barbatos still cried every time they made love to each other. His eyes never stayed dry, always spilling adorable tears to the pillow, the sheets or Morax’s face. Morax loved licking them away, relishing at the salty taste on his tongue. He basked in the realization that it was him who did it, made him cry from pure pleasure.

One time, he asked Barbatos to wear makeup during sex, just to see how the eyeliner trickling down that face in black lines, leaving spots all over the sheets as he pushed Barbatos’ face down in all sorts of different poses. Seeing that makeup that Barbatos tried so hard to put on just ruined like that made his cock become hard over and over again. That night, he fucked Barbatos all night long, up till the dawn, not giving him a second to catch his breath. And by the time he finally let the poor god slump against the dirty sheets, his whole face was covered in faint black streaks.

After that, Barbatos started to put on makeup for him pretty frequently. But only behind the locked doors.

The most beautiful tears, in Morax’s opinion, were the ones Barbatos spilled whenever his mouth was stuffed with Morax’s cock. Fucking his throat was extremely pleasurable when he could see tears streaming down his face non-stop, mixed with snot and saliva as he desperately tried to inhale at least a small portion of air while the fat cock literally choked him. It was simply adorable, seeing him like this. Morax always had to hold himself back from cumming into that throat at the sight of the very first stray tear.

Maybe it was weird to enjoy the sight of his loved one’s tears so much but Morax couldn’t bring himself to care. Definitely not when Barbatos’ body twitched under him, another orgasm washing over him as more tears spilled into the pillow. In any case, he will kiss every single one of those tears away.

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“Barbatos, now is really not the time-!”

Venti pulled his closer by his tie and pouted his lips.

“You never have time!” He exclaimed, trying to sound as plaintively as possible. “You promised to spend more time with me now that you’re retired but all you do is work. Again!”

“Darling, I swear, I’ll be with you in the evening, but right now I have a client to meet-”

“How soon will they come? Maybe we will have time to…”

Venti slipped his hand lower, squeezing Morax’s hardness in his palm with an obvious hint. Morax cursed under his breath and pulled his hand away rather forcefully.

“Barbatos.” He cut off, his voice firm. “I said later.”

Venti opened his mouth to protest again but a knock on the door interrupted him.

“She’s here already?” Morax looked at his watches with a frown. “Earlier than expected. You should leave now.”

Morax slightly nudged him towards the partition that led to the back room. Venti looked at him with almost sincere bitterness. Morax sighed and cupped his face in his hands, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Baobei, don’t be mad at me. I’ll finish in a couple of hours and then you’ll have me all for yourself for the rest of the day and the whole night. How does that sound?”

Venti was quiet for a few moments and then slightly nodded.

“Fine.” He said, heading towards the backdoor.

Just as he touched the handle, Morax politely called in the client. Venti smirked impishly and, without thinking much, swiftly sneaked under the table at the very last second (blessed be his wonderful powers). Morax opened his mouth, a surprised sound stuck in his throat as he looked down with wide eyes.

“Good day!”

Morax cleared his throat and straightened his back.

“Good day, miss. Apologies for keeping you waiting. Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you, xiansheng.”

Venti couldn’t see her face from down there but she sounded like she was pretty young. The voice was nice, too. She was probably pretty. There was a small sting of jealousy at that thought. Not really paying attention to the conversation anymore, he placed his hands on Morax’s thighs and quietly unzipped his pants. Morax tensed under his arms but his voice remained professional and he kept his eyes straight up.

Slowly, Venti took his cock into his hand and gave the tip a tentative lick. Morax, who was just listing the types of their services, stumbled a little but immediately continued. Venti smiled and took the head into his mouth, teasing the slit. Morax’s hand that was resting on his knee squeezed into a fist.

“So, about the funeral procession. How much will it approximately be?”

“We have different prices depending on what exactly you’re looking for. I can offer you the standard package-”

His voice cut off as Venti took his whole length into his mouth, sucking hard and bobbing his head very diligently. Morax moaned quietly, immediately hiding it behind a cough.

“I apologize. My throat is quite parched.” He said, taking a glass of water with a slightly shaking hand and taking a small sip.

“That’s alright. So, about the package?”

“Yes, so this package includes…”

And he continued on about the coffins, the memorials and blah, blah, blah. Venti didn’t listen. He had a far more interesting job down there. He sucked properly, making sure that Morax felt as much pleasure as possible. Thankfully, he knew his body well enough to know just where to suck and lick to make his thighs tremble. He was careful not to make any noise, although it was hard not to slurp with such length in his mouth. But he managed.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Venti heard stifled sobbing.

“I just don’t know how we can afford all this.” The lady cried, blowing her nose. “My grandpa always wanted nice funeral but the price is just unimaginable…”

“I am deeply sorry about your grandfather. Please, have some water” Morax said, his voice so sincere. Yet, he hand moved from his knee to Venti’s head, tangling his fingers in the dark curls. “We offer certain discounts depending on age and circumstances of the death.”

He took a brochure out of his desk drawer and handed it to the lady. He was gripping the paper a little tighter than necessary.

“You may take a look at it and think about my proposals. You can come back tomorrow, after you think everything through. Just schedule at the front desk.”

“You’re so kind, xiansheng.” The woman mumbled, sounding a little sheepish now. Venti gave another harsh suck.

“No problem, really. I’ll be happy to see you tomorrow.”

A few more polite words of goodbye and the door finally opened, then closed again. Venti pulled away and let out a relieved sigh.

“Ugh, finally…” He said, already about to get up when Morax pushed his head back into his crotch.

Venti raised his eyes, confused, Morax’s warm cock pressing against his cheek.

“You really think we’re done here?” Morax looked at him with that dangerous gold in his eyes. “I won’t let you go that easily after what you just pulled off.”

The next few hours, Morax ruthlessly fucked his throat, his office closed earlier. And after he was done, he left Venti there lying on the floor, with cum and saliva dripping down on the floor from the corner of his mouth as he desperately tried to catch his breath.

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“Venti, long time no see!”

Both Venti and Zhongli raised their head at the sudden loud voice. Zhongli looked at the new face in front of him. Dirty blond hair, face and arms covered in scars, a truly impressive figure. He was sure he’s never seen this man before. Venti, on the other hand, beamed at the stranger and almost jumped up from his seat in excitement.

“Varka!” He exclaimed, reaching out to give the man a hug. “It’s so nice seeing you here tonight.”

Varka? So that was the great Grandmaster of Mondstadt, huh? Zhongli thought he’d look slightly different. That middle-aged man looked just the same as any ordinary drunkard adventurer from Mondstadt.

 “I haven’t seen you in a month.” Varka said, inviting himself to sit at their table just like that. “Where have you been?”

“Liyue.” Venti replied, taking a sip of his wine. “I had some work there and decided that it’d be nice to catch up with some… old friends.”

Zhongli scoffed at the words. Varka looked at him for the first time this evening, as if only now noticing him sitting next to Venti.

“So, I’m assuming your friend here is one of them?”

“Oh, right. How rude of me not to introduce you to each other.” Venti exclaimed. “This is mister Zhongli. He’s a very respectable man in Liyue and my… very close friend.”

Zhongli squinted at him but kept silent, while Venti continued.

“And this is Varka, the Grandmaster of Mondstadt. He’s also my very close friend.”

“Very nice to meet you, mister Zhongli.” Varka smiled, extending his hand to him.

“Likewise.” Zhongli replied, shaking his hand politely.

Venti seemed to be very satisfied with that interaction. He smiled at Zhongli almost approvingly and went back to his conversation with Varka.

“So, how’s work recently? Been busy?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Varka laughed with a wheeze. Zhongli really didn’t understand what was so funny. “Just yesterday we had an emergency with some nasty abyss monsters in the border. I managed to fend them off, obviously, but got myself a few new scars. Look!”

And he pushed back the color of his shirt, revealing his naked chest that had a few fresh cuts on the rough skin. Zhongli was surprised at such rustic manners. He knew that people of Mondstadt had different cultural norms than what he was used to but he never thought that they’d be so crude. Venti didn’t see to be bothered by it, though. He tilted his head and tenderly patted Varka’s arm.

“Aw, my warrior.” Venti cooed at him. “You’re always so brave. I can’t thank you enough for your hardships for the sake of Mondstadt.”

Zhongli choked on his wine. He stared back at Venti with wide eyes, unsure if what he just heard wasn’t his imagination. But Venti didn’t seem to think much of it and calmly went back to sipping his wine.

Varka suddenly looked flustered, which was a little weird look on such a man. He chuckled but it didn’t sound natural and his eyes wandered around the tavern, as if he was trying not to look at Venti too much.

“So, mister Zhongli.” He started, clearly eager to change the topic. “What brings you to Mondstadt?”

“I’m just accompanying my dear friend for a few days.” Zhongli replied, trying not to sound to bitter at that word. “I haven’t been to Mondstadt much so I thought a small trip would be nice.”

“And you definitely thought right!” Varka said, lifting up his glass in a cheer. “Mondstadt is truly a wonderful land, a sight to see. All at the grace of our lord Barbatos, of course!”

Zhongli could swear that Venti just blushed a little. His jaw tensed.

“Surely, a beautiful land.” He said, pointedly looking at Venti. “But for me, nothing tops the beauty of Liyue.”

“Okay, okay.” Varka laughed, raising his hands in a conciliatory manner. “Let’s not waste our time with such discussions. After all, for each soul a motherland will always be the dearest.”

“Agree.”

“But…” Varka continued, contrary to his own words. “There is one thing with which Mondstadt definitely wins over Liyue. Can you guess what it is, mister Zhongli?”

“I’m assuming the wine?” Zhongli replied blankly.

“Close, but no! That what Mondstadt is proudest of are our wonderful bards! Especially this one right here.” He winked at Venti, who only smiled and laughed at the compliment.

Zhongli once again pointedly looked at Venti but he didn’t meet his eyes.

“You’re flattering me, Grandmaster.” He said, his voice almost shy.

Zhongli gripped his glass so tight, his knuckled became white.

“No lies were spoken.” He calmly said. “You really are a master of your art.”

“Let’s drink for that!” Varka exclaimed, raising his glass. “But I see your glasses are almost empty. Let me go ahead and order a new bottle, the very best one you can find. A treat from me, of course, for our foreign guest and the most beautiful bard.”

“You’re so considerate, Varka.” Venti smiled, watching his retreating figure.

When Varka was out of their sight at the bar, Zhongli took Venti by his hand and pulled him out of his seat.

“Barbatos.” He said with a cold smile. Venti gulped nervously. “A word.”

Venti’s knuckles were white as he gripped the sink, desperately trying to stand on his shaky legs as Morax roughly fucked him from behind. The door to the toilet of the tavern was pretty thin, so Venti had to use all of his strength to try and keep his voice down.

“Why do you enjoy doing this to me?” Morax hissed in his ear, licking his earlobe with his prolonged tongue.

“That was nothing, I swear…” Venti sobbed at another harsh thrust. “Varka is a dear friend…”

“Bullshit.” Morax pulled him by the hair, making Venti let out a stifled whimper. “Aw, my warrior, you’re so kind.”

He felt Venti tense at the sneer in his voice.

“I don’t sound like that.” He tried to protest but he’s voice was so weak, he sounded pathetic even to himself.

“You most certainly do, darling.” Morax replied, his claws gripping into the plush skin of his hips. “Going around, blushing and flattering your eyelashes at him. What, do you wish it was his cock fucking you right now?”

“N-no…” Venti shook his head desperately. “He’s like a child to me, my child, a child of Mondstadt.”

“That’s not how you act around children, Barbatos.” Morax said sternly, leaving a harsh slap on Venti’s ass, making him sob. “Fucking slut, all you ever think about is getting fucked by someone’s fat cock.”

He thrusted his hips harder, making sure that his cock pushed in deeper that before. Venti dropped his head against the sink, his hands and legs shaking.

“Y-yours…” He mumbled under his breath.

Morax pulled him by his hair, forcing him to raise his head.

“Speak clearly, I can’t understand you like this.”

Venti tensed at that commanding tone.

“I only want to get fucked by your cock.” He said, tears running down his face at his hole stretched around Morax. “Only you, always, my heart, my love, my husband.”

“Don’t flatter me with your sweet words now, it won’t get you anywhere.” Morax replied, his voice steady and harsh.

He fucked into Venti with special cruelty, making sure that he wasn’t touching his most sensitive spots, only chasing his own release. Venti sobbed at such treatment but obediently held himself open for his thrusts.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

“Venti, are you there?” Varka asked.

Venti froze under him. Morax chuckled quietly and bent down to his face.

“What are you waiting for?” He whispered, licking his tears away. “Answer to your knight.”

Venti glared at him but obeyed.

“Y-yes.” He said, trying to keep his voice steady. “I just didn’t feel good-”

At that very moment, Morax started thrusting again, slow and deep. Venti’s voice cut off as he tried to muffle a moan.

“Are you alright there?” Varka’s voice sounded a little concerned. “Do you need help?”

“Do you need help, baobei?” Morax sneered at his ear.

“No, I’m fine.” Venti forced out the words from his throat. “Just go, I’ll be with you shortly.”

“What about mister Zhongli?”

Venti cursed under his breath at another harsh thrust.

“He, um…” He started, trying to gather up his scattered thoughts. “He just went out for a smoke.”

“Oh really?” Varka replied. Thankfully he sounded convinced. “Alright then. I’ll wait for you at the table.”

“Okay!” Venti’s voice broke at the end but he hoped that Varka didn’t hear it.

They heard steps and Venti finally let out a sigh of relief. Almost immediately, he choked on another moan as Morax started thrusting again. His moves became slightly chaotic, rhythm swaying and Venti realized with a hint of relief that he’s almost there.

Morax gripped his hips tighter, fucking him without a second thought now, clearly chasing his own releasing. Venti’s own cock dangled between his legs uselessly, aching at the neglect but he knew better than to touch himself now, when Morax was so mad at him.

“Tell me.” Morax whispered into his ear again, making Venti shiver. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.” Venti breathed out. “You, you, only you, forever…”

His voice became pleading, almost desperate. Morax smiled triumphantly and came inside with a deep groan. Venti squeezed his eyes, feeling his seed spilling deep inside of him. His own cock was still hard and leaking, aching for release.

Morax pulled out of him, letting go of his hips and watching coldly as Venti fell on the floor, panting.

“Get yourself cleaned up and come back to the table.” Morax said, zipping back his pants and walking out of the bathroom.

Venti wiped away his tears, feeling Morax’s cum spill out of his hole and on the floor.

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Venti tilted his head, resting his cheek on his palm as he listened to Morax with a dreamy expression on his face. His low, pleasant voice so enveloped his consciousness that it was impossible to concentrate on the words. Absentmindedly, he remembered that Morax was telling him a story about some ancient god that once resided here before Morax came and killed him. Venti genuinely couldn’t care less about some dead god right now.

“Barbatos.” A stern voice pulled the young god out of his reverie.

Venti startled and looked back at Morax.

“Yes?” He asked innocently.

“Were you listening to me just now?”

“Of course.” Venti laughed lightheartedly.

Morax didn’t seem to believe him.

“What did I just say, then?”

Venti nervously shifted in his seat, fidgeting with the glass of wine in his hands.

“Something about…” He started, avoiding Morax’s gaze. “How strong and scary you were during the Archon War.”

Morax sighed and shook his head disapprovingly.

“Why do I even bother? You clearly don’t listen.” He said and Venti’s heart slightly ached at the disappointment in his voice. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Morax. “I should just stop talking, then.”

“Please, don’t!” Venti exclaimed, gripping his hand. “I love when you’re talking. Continue, please.”

Morax looked at him with a surprised expression at such a sudden outburst. Still, he sighed and continued his story.

Venti smiled, closing his eyes and relishing at the sound of his voice again, now trying to catch every word. Morax’s stories were always pretty interesting, after all. Maybe, he’ll write a song about this one someday.

When they started sleeping together, Venti quickly realized that he missed Morax’s voice in bed.

Morax, unlike him, was mostly quiet in bed. The most Venti could get out of him were a few groans and moans now and there, but even that wasn’t frequent. At first, Venti wasn’t really sure what exactly he wanted from Morax. Then, one day he found an interesting book in Mondstadt’s library.

It was a romance book, but Venti had never read such a thing before. It contained the most intimate parts of the characters’ love life. And that was where Venti found a new term for him: dirty talk. He wasn’t sure if that was exactly what he was looking for. But late at night, when he was alone in his room, he tried to imagine it to himself. Morax talking into his ear while his cock thrusts inside of him, whispering all sorts of dirty things only for him to hear. His voice, hoarse and low, always so stoic and stern but with a subtle hint of gentleness. Venti shamelessly spilled into his hand after only a few minutes.

He had to work up his courage to talk with Morax about it. It was difficult, considering they were just at the very beginning of their relationship. He was still pretty coy in bed, unsure of how he should be acting. But the desire grew, leaving him aching and unsatisfied even after the most intense sex. He just had to tell Morax about it eventually.

He mastered up the courage at a pretty inconvenient time. He was sitting in Morax’s lap, riding his cock as Morax bit into his neck. Everything was just perfect until Venti muttered:

“Talk to me, please.”

Morax pulled away from his neck and looked back at him, confused.

“What?” His voice was hoarse and even that alone made Venti squirm and his cock leak.

“I want to hear your voice.” Venti explained, wrapping his hands around Morax’s neck and bringing him closer, their lips almost touching. “I love your voice so much and whenever you talk, I just can’t think straight and all I want is for you to fuck me while you whisper sweet nothings into my ear with that amazing voice of yours.”

Morax looked at him with wide eyes.

“Barbatos, I-”

“But you’re always so quiet in bed.” Venti continued, now unable to stop everything that bottled up after all this time. “And I just want to hear you more.”

“Oh.” Morax replied. “I didn’t know that. You should’ve told me sooner.”

“I wanted to but I never- I don’t know, I was embarrassed.”

“Well, if you wish it, then I can try.” Morax said with a smile, placing his hands on Venti’s waist. “But frankly, I never did such… things in bedroom before. What should I say?”

“Just whatever.” Venti replied, starting to move on his cock again.

Morax still looked a little confused. He groaned at the feeling of Venti’s tight heat around him and opened his mouth. Venti’s heart fluttered at the anticipation of his sexual fantasy finally coming to life. And then Morax blurted out:

“The weather is pretty nice today.”

Venti laughed so hard, he almost fell off his dick. He continued laughing hysterically as he slipped off and fell on the bed. Clutching his stomach and wiping off his teary eyes, he looked at Morax who blushed slightly.

“I think you need some practice.”

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Venti hummed a simple song, swinging his legs carelessly as he sat on the side of the bath, waiting for Morax to fill the tub with hot water.

His whole body ached pleasantly and his mind was blissfully empty, so much that he didn’t even hear a word Morax was saying until he scooped him into his arms and placed him into the water. Venti let out a satisfied sigh, immediately relaxing and lying in the bathtub until only the part of his face above his nose remained visible above the water.

Morax knelt next to the bath on the ground and started to carefully untangled his braids. Venti leaned his head towards the touch, borderline mewling at the feeling of those long fingers massaging his scalp. His hair fell into the water and spread around his face like some sort of turquoise jellyfish.

“How are you feeling?” He heard Morax’s voice above his ear, gentle and soft.

“So good.” Venti replied, straightening up his back a little and stretching his neck. “But so tired. My whole body hurts.”

He got Morax’s eyes on his face and couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Morax always looked so adorable when he felt worried or guilty.

“Stop with that look, I’m fine!”

“Maybe, I went too far today…”

“Are you kidding me?!” Venti threw up his hands, splashing the water all over Morax’s face and suit (that he was still wearing for some reason). “That was the best sex I’ve had in years.”

Morax still didn’t look very convinced. Venti sighed and cupped his face, pulling him closer and leaving a chaste kiss on his lips.

“I’m fine, Morax.” He said firmly. “If I didn’t like something, I would’ve told you. You know that. At least you should, after all those centuries. Now, stop acting stupid and wash my hair!”

Morax smiled and kissed his forehead with so much gentleness, Venti thought his heart would just melt right there.

Soon, the room was filled with a pleasant scent of Venti’s usual shampoo, a nice mix of apples and cecilias. Morax buried his face in Venti’s wet hair, breathing in the scent and making Venti let out a drowsy giggle. The cozy atmosphere and the feeling of warm water relaxing his aching muscles made him feel sleepy. His eyes became heavy and he didn’t mind closing them as Morax started to rinse off the foam from his hair.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was already in the bed, the sheets fresh and cool. He was wrapped in a heavy blanket and that definitely didn’t help him fight the sleepiness. There were fingers in his hair, massaging his scalp with slow, careful movements. He raised his eyes and saw Morax half-sitting in the bed, looking at him with loving eyes.

Venti didn’t want to fight the urge to snuggle closer to him, burying his face in his side, right under his arm. His body was warm and smelled the same as him. He wasn’t sure when Morax managed to wash – he thought he only slept for a few minutes.

“You’re so warm.” He mumbled, rubbing his face against the other’s skin.

Morax smiled and leaned closer, leaving a few kisses on his hair, forehead and cheeks. Finally, he kissed his lips.

“You should go to sleep, darling.” He said, adjusting the blanket around Venti’s body. “Your eyes are closing on their own.”

“Mhm.” Venti rubbed his eyes. “Let’s go to the fields tomorrow.”

“Whatever you wish, darling.”

Morax returned to playing with his hair, as Venti drifted back to sleep, still feeling the smell of apples and the warmth on his skin.

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Venti noticed it at a very early stage of their relationship.

First of all, Morax rarely took off his shirt during sex. At first, Venti didn’t pay much attention to it, thinking that it might be a personal preference or something. Besides, he also liked the contrast between them when he was fully naked and Morax dressed. It made him feel some sort of way.

The second thing that he noticed was that whenever Venti caressed him, whether it was before or after sex, with his lips or hands, Morax never let him go lower than his collarbones. The are of his chest (which was exceptionally tantalizing – he had a great physique!) was always under restrictions for Venti. And whenever he was about to ask, Morax always distracted him with something else.

He began to really think about it after one situation that happened in their bedroom. At that moment, they were together for almost a year and have tried multiple different things in the bed. That day, Venti was riding him, slowly moving his hips. The rhythm was lazy as it was already after they both came a few times. Fully relaxed and lost in his head, Venti inadvertently placed his palms on Morax’s chest for some leverage. He didn’t even notice how his fingers landed right on the areola of Morax’s nipples as he slightly squeezed the pecs. Suddenly, a strangled moan came from underneath him and he felt a recognizable warmth spilling inside of him. He looked at Morax, who was flushed and breathing heavily, and a hint of understanding started forming in his head.

Later that day, lying in bed at Morax’s side, he asked about it.

“Why don’t you ever let me touch your chest?” He glanced at Morax, who suddenly visibly tensed. “You always bite and play with my nipples but never let me do the same. That’s unfair.”

Venti thought that Morax blushed a little.

“That’s because it’s not pleasurable for me.” He answered curtly and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Venti called bullshit immediately. Morax definitely didn’t dislike his nipples being touched. Perhaps, he liked a bit too much. It took Venti a few more tries to realize that Morax was just super sensitive there.

He started probing carefully. An accident touch when he helped Morax with his tie, brushing the tips of his fingers over the nipples through rough fabric of the shirt. Or rubbing his face against his chest in a hug. Accidental touch of lips against the bare chest during sleep. Every single one of these small antics made Morax shudder and let out a breath.

And every single time there was a growing bulge in his pants.

Venti started to wonder why Morax rejected this type of pleasure. He knew him well enough by now to realize that it was just because he was a control freak. It took him quite sometime to get Morax not to control everything and relax at least a little bit in everyday life, but in bed it was still a huge issue. Even when Venti wanted to just pleasure him and give him a quick blowjob after a long, tiring day, he still tried to guide the rhythm and control all his movements.

With this, if Venti actually decided to touch that sensitive part of him, he’d lose control immediately, turning into a total mess under Venti’s lips. He’d probably cum too fast, too, considering how quickly he did it when Venti just touched him accidentally. It was probably an embarrassing thought for him, to cum this early.

But for Venti, it became a fixed idea. Every time they had sex, that was all he could think about. He had to control himself from biting into that chest that was right in front of him. He even started fantasizing about it, quietly touching himself to an image of Morax, flushed and coming undone as his lips sucked on those brown nipples. It was kind of embarrassing but he couldn’t help it.

His patience and self-control ended at one hot, summer day, when both of them went to swim in a lake to fend off the heat. They sat in the water, wet and hot, lazily making out under the burning sun, Venti on Morax’s lap, hands wrapped around his neck. He pulled away for just one second to catch his breath and his eyes lingered on Morax’s figure, going a little lower than he intended.

His chest, glistening on the sun and covered in droplets of water, perked nipples almost staring back at him. The image was a bit too tantalizing, and his own stockpile desire made it impossible to resist the sudden impulse.

In just a second, his lips closed around one nipple, his hand raising up just as quickly to capture the other one between his fingers. Morax let out a surprised moan and looked down at him with a bewildered expression. He put his hands on Venti’s forearms, as if trying to push him away, but there was no force in his touch.

“Barbatos, what are you-” He cut himself off with another groan as Venti lightly bit on the sensitive bud.

Venti expected him to push him away an, genuinely, it wouldn’t be a problem for Morax. Instead, he just gripped his arms tighter, his claws digging into his skin as he slightly arched his back towards the touch. Venti hummed approvingly and continued with his ministration, periodically changing his hands and moving his mouth to another side, licking and biting with passion.

It probably took less than a minute and, truthfully, Venti didn’t expect Morax to be this sensitive. Suddenly and very quickly, he tensed under him and Venti felt him spilling onto his thigh. Carefully, he pulled away, leaving a final lick at the reddened nipple, watching with satisfaction at how Morax shuddered just at the touch.

Venti smirked, looking at the image of Morax, panting and flushed, his eyes still fogged and disoriented with pleasure. He felt kind of proud of himself: that was the first time he made Morax cum without hands. He will definitely use that again.

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Venti couldn’t hold back a happy smile at the feeling of Morax’s hands around him, his lips peppering his face with tiny kisses.

His heart ached, leaving him almost breathless at how happy he was right now, feeling those familiar, loving hands around him, that scent against his skin and those eyes looking into his own with so much tenderness and love, he felt like he was about to cry.

And he actually did let a few tears fall down his cheeks as they stumbled into their old house, the image of it so painfully nostalgic. A few centuries can do a lot to a house, can reduce all the previous coziness and the feeling of home that used to thrive in there before. Truthfully, some of the furniture was replaced, walls repainted, floors fixed (all of that was probably done a few times by now). He could see that Morax took care of this place, even though he said that he didn’t really live here this whole time.

Couldn’t, he told him. Too painful.

Venti tried to wave off all those thoughts. Those centuries they’ve spent apart didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that they were finally here, together and Morax held him in his arms the same way he did all those centuries ago. As if nothing changed and they’ve seen each other just yesterday.

But things did change, and Venti could feel it. It was sensible through everything in here: Morax’s careful, almost desperate touches, the way his eyes didn’t dare to leave his face for one second, the silence that was so unusual for them. Both of them felt like if they tried to speak, their voice would just give out from all the emotions and they would just end up crying on the floor like a total mess of a pair that they were.

The bed was new, too. Venti suddenly felt so upset about it. Back when they spent every weekend here together, he used to carve all sorts of nothing into the wooden frame, doodles of flowers and animals, some music notes that came to mind. He knew that Morax probably wanted to keep it, too. But it was impossible – the tree simply turned into dust after all these years.

Never mind, he thought as Morax carefully put him down on the new bed, I’ll carve some more.

He felt Morax’s lips on his neck and let out a quiet sigh, dropping his head back for a better access. Back then, all those years ago, Morax would leave painful bites and hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, not leaving a single patch of skin unmarked. That was how both of them liked it. But right now, there was no place for such things between them: centuries apart made them hungry for each other’s tenderness and soft touches, leaving room only for making love, not sex.

Their old habits will come back, surely. But later, when all the tears have dried and no more painful longing left.

They moved slowly and quietly, none of them wanting to ruin the moment with noise. Only their shared breathing could be heard in the silence of an old house. Clothes dropped onto the floor layer by layer until both of them lay bare, feeling each other’s warmth. Their lips never left each other, meeting in tender kisses, only interrupted for a few short moments of breath.

Venti’s hands were shaken and his throat felt tight. Morax took his hand into his, leaving a small, tender kiss on the back of his palm and pressing it against his chest. Venti could feel his heart beating under his palm. He raised his eyes and found Morax’s golden irises. Morax kept looking at his face, as if Venti would disappear the moment he looked away. His eyes glistened with silent tears.

At that very moment, for the first time after he woke up, had Venti realized the weight of his absence on this old, terribly strong god. The Morax he knew never cried, never pitied himself and certainly never missed anyone. This Morax, however, was made out of ages of grief and yearning. Everything in him was soaked in sorrow – his eyes, his hands, his posture. Even the way his lips trembled as he left another kiss on his skin.

Venti thought of all those years he’d spend alone and suddenly realized how unfair it was. He was sad, yes, but he was asleep this whole time. To him, it was like no time had passed. For Morax, it was long centuries of longlines and despair. Venti could only imagine how he suffered, not even knowing whether his beloved would wake up. If it was Venti in his place, he’d probably lose his mind.

“My dear, are you arlight?” He heard Morax’s gentle voice, a hand stroking his cheek.

He felt something wet on his face. He didn’t even realize that he started crying from all those thoughts. Once again, he felt so ashamed of himself. Morax, who was the one who truly suffered, was holding on for the sake of not upsetting him. Venti knew that he wanted to cry just as much as he did, maybe even more. And yet, Venti couldn’t help but cry for him, too.

A weak smile appeared on his face as he looked at Morax’s ever so worried expression. He reached out his hand and cupped Morax’s cheek, tracing his thumb under his eye. His heart flattered at how Morax instinctively titled his head towards the touch.

“I just love you so much.” He finally said, his voice breaking at the end as new tears choked him. “And I’m so sorry I left you.”

“Don’t apologize, pelase.” Morax dropped his head, resting his forehead against Venti’s, their noses almost touching. “Neither of us could foresee it. And neither had a choice.”

Venti sniffed, letting his hands hug Morax by the neck and bring him closer.

“Let’s not dwell on the past anymore.” Morax continued. “I haven’t felt your warmth for so long. Let me cherish this moment without any sorrow.”

He hid his face in Venti’s neck and Venti could feel a few drops landing on his skin. He only pulled Morax closer and left a chaste kiss on his forehead.

It took them so long to get to the culmination of the night, both of them getting to distracted by each other’s touches, lost in the pleasure of kisses and hands on skin. They caressed each other and neither of them wanted to let go, even for a second.

When Morax finally entered him, it was a little painful. Even after all those hours of careful movements of Morax’s fingers. It almost felt like it was his first time all over again. Five hundred years really does make a change. He didn’t care about the pain, though. The feeling of finally having Morax here with him was more than enough to outweigh it. And Morax was extremely careful, too. Just like he was during their first time.

They moved slowly, not wanting for this moment to be over. They didn’t even want to reach an orgasm this time. They just wanted to feel each other again, as close as possible, in their very own heart. Every slow thrust, every quiet moan and a touch of hands screamed I’m here, I’m with you now, I’m not going anywhere. When they came, both of them felt a taste of salt in their kiss.

The night was young and quiet, the bed disheveled, a part of sheets dangling from the bed onto the floor. Morax was laying in bed, his hand caressing those silky black hair. Venti was sleeping on his chest and for one terrifying moment, Morax thought that he won’t wake up again. He almost tried to wake him up right there.

But then, he felt his heartbeat under his palm. Slow and steady. Normal. Not the shallow one he used to have during his slumber. Morax’s own heart that just almost stopped in his chest renewed its rhythm. Finally, he relaxed and allowed himself to close his eyes, feeling Venti’s presence in his arms.

I won’t lose him again.

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They tried experimenting with their powers in bed before.

With Morax’s ability to create geo constructions of all shapes and forms, they had quite some fun in the past. Surprisingly, most of the time Barbatos was the initiator of such experiments. Morax really enjoyed the, too. It gave him a lot of control and he definitely enjoyed watching Barbatos moan and fidget in the sheets with a vibrating geo construction in his hole.

Barbatos’ powers, on the other hand, left less room for creativity. The closets Morax got to his displaying some sort of his divine power was when he let out his wings, which didn’t happen very often. That left Morax thinking: what can you really do with, well, air? No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn’t come up with any use for a gust of wind in a bedroom. Perhaps, it could tear their clothes off but that wasn’t very interesting.

Until, one day, when he was taking a bath, he got struck by a sudden idea. It was absolutely insane but could satisfy one of his greatest kinks, if used correctly. Barbatos wouldn’t agree though, he thought.

And just as he thought, the moment he brought it up, Barbatos almost choked on his wine.

“Hell no!” He said, shaking his head violently. “Why do you think I never use it? It’s dangerous and unnecessarily violent.”

“Darling.” Morax tilted his head. “I’m immortal.”

“You can still get killed. And, you need air to breathe, just like any other living being.”

“But that’s the point!”

“No!” Barbatos repeated firmly. “I’m not doing that, don’t even ask.”

Morax moved closer and placed his hand on top of Barbatos’.

“Dear.” He said, looking him into the eyes. “I always do whatever you ask for in bed.”

“But that’s different!”

“How so?”

Barbatos groaned and dropped his head on the table. Then, he looked back up at Morax with a serious expression.

“You will tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

Morax couldn’t hold back a victorious smile.

“I still feel weird about this.” Barbatos muttered as he lowered himself on Morax’s cock.

Morax couldn’t hold back a groan at the feeling of those tight walls around him but he had to gather his thoughts.

“It will be fine, dear.” He said, putting his hands on Barbatos’ hips. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

He lifted himself up on his elbows and reached for a kiss, which Barbatos happily accepted.

They continued fucking as they usually would, Barbatos moving his hips, trying to keep a steady pace as Morax held him by the hips, helping his movements. They breathed and moaned into each other’s lips, kissing until that familiar light-headedness from the lack of air came back. Morax smiled drunkenly, feeling his pleasure starting to reach its peak. That’s when he carefully pulled Barbatos out of the kiss, pointedly looking into his eyes.

“Now?” Barbatos asked, panting.

“Yeah.” Morax replied, just as breathless.

“Alright.” Still, he seemed a little worried. “Just make sure you’ll let me know if something’s wrong.”

“I will.” Morax kissed him again. “Just hurry up, darling. Before I cum.”

Barbatos nodded, straightened his back and closed his eyes. At that same moment, the whole room lit up in Anemo turquoise color. Suddenly, Morax couldn’t breathe anymore.

His throat tightened at the lack of air, his whole body tensing right away. It felt like he was being choked. Barbatos opened his eyes slightly, looking at him with an expression of worry mixed with excitement. He started moving his hips again and Morax got lost in his senses.

He always loved this feeling of breathlessness during sex. For some reason, it always made his sensations so much more vibrant. The way his head was spinning while his cock was stimulated in all the best places was just heavenly.

This felt different, however. He felt like he just lost all of the control, completely at the mercy of his lover. If someone told his younger self heard that he allowed that puny wind god choke him, moreover, he was the one who asked for it, he’d probably smite them right there. This was new. Not bad or unpleasurable but an unknown feeling. And it was too good.

Barbatos picked up his pace and the air in the room grew thinner and thinner with every second. Morax’s throat and lungs started to burn, almost painful now. His cock was aching for release as that hole squeezed around him, making him wheeze out a breathless moan. His thought started to drift away.

And just when he felt like he was about to faint, his eyes rolling back, his body was pierced by an electrical shockwave. The orgasm took over him completely, his ears ringing and his vision going black. He never experienced such pleasure before. He came so hard that he didn’t even notice that the air was back.

He coughed, taking a few rapid breaths. He felt hands on his face and opened his eyes, seeing Barbatos’ worried face.

“Are you alright?” He said, his voice trembling. “I think I overdid it.”

It took Morax a few long moments to catch his breath, but when he did, he cupped Barbatos’ face and pulled him into a kiss.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” He said with a wide smile. “Thank you darling.”

Barbatos let out a relieved sigh and flopped down on the bed next to him.

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Venti looked at the geo construction in Morax’s hands. It was golden and built like a small stick, thin and not very long.

They both came to the idea almost at the same time. Venti read about it in another spicy book from Inazuma he got his hands on during his travels. When he told Morax about it, he said that he’s been thinking about the same thing. Perfect harmony, really.

But now, looking at it in real life, it was kind of scary. Morax made it exceptionally thin and he could modify the size at any moment but that didn’t make Venti feel any better. That thing in his hands just looked threatening. He could feel the pain between his legs already.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Morax said from where he was sitting between his legs.

Venti looked up at him, seeing how his lips were still moist from saliva. Morax ate him out like only a few minutes ago, and now Venti’s hole squeezed around nothing, begging to be fucked, and his cock, heavy against his stomach, was leaking with precum. But they had to get through the toughest part first.

“I don’t want to stop.” He said. “Just make sure that you go slow. And be gentle. I don’t want to lose my cock.”

Morax chuckled and reached for the bottle of oil. Venti took a deep breath, looking at his hands lubricating the rod and then spreading the oil over his head. He let out a quiet moan at the feeling of hands on his aroused cock. But that arousal quickly faded into the background as Morax aligned the rod with his tip, aiming at the leaking slit. It was cold and suddenly looked way too big. No way it could fit inside his cock. He curled up his legs in an involuntary fear.

Morax leaned closer and placed a calming kiss on his knee.

“Relax.” He said, petting his trembling leg. “Tell me if it hurts and you want to stop.”

Venti nodded and squeezed his eyes, feeling Morax starting to push it in. Honestly, he thought it’d be more painful. The feeling of something alien stretching the small hole in the tip of his cock wasn’t very pleasurable. Venti had to fight the urge to close his legs immediately, staying still for his own sake. He didn’t want to hurt himself.

The deeper it went, the weirder he felt. The stretching started to balance on painful when the rod got it to about a half of its length. There were beads of sweat of Venti’s forehead as he tried to breath, his legs trembling with strain. He looked at Morax’s concentrated face, suddenly wanting to laugh at how serious he looked, but the overwhelming feeling between his laugh made him forget that thought. For a moment, he really thought that it wouldn’t fit and they just had to with half of it.

But then, Morax gripped his cock tighter, almost painfully, and pushed the road all the way in. Venti’s mouth opened in a silent scream as pain mixed with pleasure overloaded his senses. He arched his back, almost kicking Morax in the process. He could feel the other end of the road, that was deep inside of his cock right now, press into his prostate. It felt so weird but so good at the same time.

Venti looked down through his teary eyes. His cock was hard, red and glistening with oil. At his head, where there used to be a slit, was a little golden ring, that was already covered in slimy precum. Venti dropped back his head and let out a pitiful whine. His cock twitched at the movement.

“Are you alright?” Morax asked, kissing his cheek.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Venti said, sniffling. “But so weird. I feel like my cock is about to explode or something. And it presses so hard against everything inside, I can’t bear it.”

“Do you want to take it out?”

Venti shook his head.

“No. I don’t think it feels bad, I’m just not used to it. You can start fucking me and then we’ll see.”

Morax didn’t have to be told twice. Pretty soon, his lubricated cock was pressing against Venti’s hole and thrusting inside in one slow, careful push. Venti arched his back and screamed at the intrusion. Morax stopped deep inside of him, his cock pressing against his prostate from one side and the rod from the other.

“Ah, what the fuck-” He moaned, blinking away his tears. “I feel like I’m being fucked from all sides.”

Morax chuckled and started to move his hips, slowly at first. Even that was enough to reduce Venti to a sobbing mess. Now, that thing inside of him definitely made him feel good. There was still a sense of discomfort but it wasn’t that tangible with everything else his body was feeling. And when Morax quickened his pace, his cock stretching his hole and hitting his prostate over and over again, he thought he’d cum right that moment. He probably would have, if it wasn’t for the rod preventing his release.

Venti was already full-on crying with overwhelming pleasure, but Morax probably thought that it wasn’t enough. He reached out his hand and took Venti’s painfully hard cock into his hand, starting to move it up and down against the shaft. Venti let out a desperate sound and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the touch.

“Morax, wait-” He said, breathless. “That’s too much, please-!”

His voice broke in a scream as he felt the rod starting to move inside of his cock. Morax was holding it by the ring, pulling it out slightly and pushing it back it in synch with the movements of his own cock in his hole. Venti’s whole body trembled with oversensitivity. His mind reeled at the thought that he was getting fucked from both the front and behind.

He couldn’t last long like this. Everything was just too much and Morax’s cock continued to press against his prostate at the same time as the road. An orgasm was literally milked out of him at this point and yet he couldn’t come, not with that thing blocking the way. His hips cramped at a new surge of pleasure.

“Morax, take it out!” He screamed, weakly hitting Morax’s arms.

Immediately, Morax pulled out his cock. Venti wailed in despair.

“No…” He said, weakly pushing his hips back up, asking for cock.

“You asked me to take it out.” Morax laughed, kissing his face.

“Not your cock, you moron!” Venti pushed his face away. “That thing in my cock. I want to cum!”

Morax slipped back inside and Venti mewled into his lips at the renewed feeling. He took his cock into his hand against, this time not moving but pulling at the ring tauntingly.

“What’s the magic word?” He said with another harsh thrust.

Venti dropped back his head, sobbing. It felt like his whole lower half was on fire. His cock and balls ached with desire to cum. There was no room for pride anymore.

“P-please…” He said quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Morax smirked and fucked inti him with deliberate precision, hitting his prostate again and again. He pulled at the ring. Venti felt the stretch again and then, sharply, Morax removed the rod from his cock in one pull. Venti screamed. The cum shot from his cock in thick stripes, his body trembling violently. His orgasm lasted so long, Venti almost thought that he blacked out. His cock continued squirting cum longer than usual, to the point until it was almost painful.

He heard Morax groan and then felt him spilling inside of him. When Morax pulled out, Venti didn’t even want to move. He couldn’t move. His body felt like a jelly, his hole fucked out and cum leaking out of it, his cock flaccid and spent. There was a sense of discomfort between his legs, the slit on his tip hurting a little.

“Are you alright?” Morax said, carefully wiping him off with a wet towel.

Venti whimpered when he moved to clean between his legs.

“A bit of discomfort here and there…” He said, stretching his arms and legs. “But I’ll be fine.”

He took the geo rod into his hand. It was still kind of slimy and wet.

“This thing really was worth a try.”

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Venti let out an annoyed sigh as he tried to brush off the twigs stuck in his wings.

He was sitting next to a lake, under a shadow of a tree he crashed into a few minutes ago. He fell on the foliage, broke off the branches and scared away all the local squirrels, and now his hair and wings were covered in small pieces of wood and leaves. He quickly managed to get this mess out of his hair but the wings were more of a problem. The twigs got stuck between his feathers and he could only reach a part of his wings, while the little feathers on his back remained a mess.

He reached behind his back in an attempt to pull out a particularly annoying twig that was scratching painfully at his back. He could reach out and slightly tug at it, but he couldn't pull it out. He groaned, ruffling his feathers in anger.

“Do you need help?”

Venti flinched and turned around, looking at the Geo Archon standing in the shadow of a nearby tree. He was leaning against the trunk, hands folded on his chest as he looked up and down at Venti.

“Um…”

Venti suddenly realized how stupid he must’ve looked right now. All ruffle up, hair and wings a mess, knees covered in bruises and face in dirt. It wasn’t like him to be easily embarrassed but with Morax it was a bit different. They didn’t know each other for that long and he was the first fellow archon Venti has met. The only one, for now. He couldn’t help but want to give at least a little bit of a nice impression with this overly serious, genuinely intimidating god.

He tried to smile as cheerfully as ever, though.

“Ah, Morax!” He exclaimed, standing up. “What are you doing here?”

“I should ask you this question.” Morax replied. “I sense a sudden change of elemental energy in this region and, naturally, had to check. What are you doing here? I told you to notify me of your arrivals.”

Venti tried not to show his irritation at those words. He was a free spirit, he could go wherever he want and he definitely didn’t need Morax’s permission! But it was his land, after all, so he agreed to his condition for now, for the sake of maintaining a good relationship.

“Sorry.” He said, trying to at least look a little bit guilty. “It was more of a whim, you know. Just wanted to visit and forgot about all those… conventions.”

Morax looked at him discontentedly, as if he wanted to give the younger god a few reprimands, but held himself back. Instead, he gestured at him and asked:

“What happened to you? Did you fight someone?”

Venti awkwardly brushed off his clothes and chuckled. It was a really embarrassing story to tell but, looking at the way Morax’s eyes pierced through him, he couldn’t lie.

“It’s a stupid story, honestly…” He sighed and reached for his hair to try and make it look a bit better. “I was just flying, you know, as I usually do. And I got distracted by some beautiful sights of your region. I mean, I’ve been here only a few times, it’s still so new to me!”

“So, what happened?”

Venti lowered his head, feeling his cheeks reddening as he muttered:

“I flew into a flock of birds.”

He raised his eyes to see Morax’s reaction, kind of expecting him to laugh. But he remained as calm and stern as ever. Venti wondered if anything could amuse this man.

“Anyway, then I lost control and fell into that tree.” He continued, flopping back on the ground. “Those birds are fine, by the way. I did scare a lot of squirrels, though”

Morax stayed silent for a few moments. Then, he let out a huff, that sounded way to similar to a stifled laugh. Venti thought that it was just his imagination.

“What kind of god even…” Morax started, shaking his head. Then, he looked at his wings and something akin to sympathy glimpsed in his eyes at the image of their state. “Do you need help with this?”

Venti was a little lost. They weren’t really close, they only talked like two times before. So why is this great Geo Archon, the conqueror of gods and whatnot, suddenly decided to help him? Maybe he just looked so miserable to provoke pity even in this ancient rock.

He looked at his hands and muttered, quietly:

“I mean, if you can, it would be great.”

Morax didn’t respond, only took a step closer and lowered himself on the ground next to Venti, right behind his back. Suddenly, Venti became all too aware of how bare his back was in this outfit.

Morax’s hands touched his feathers with an unexpected tenderness. Venti couldn’t hold back a surprised sound at how he carefully pushed one wing out of the way, starting to take out the twigs and leaves one by one. Venti hugged himself with his free wing, trying to distract himself from the feeling of Morax’s hands behind him.

Morax didn’t simply pull out the twigs: he was smoothing and petting his feathers, trying to make them look neat again. When he moved to the area near Venti’s shoulder blades, he periodically touched the bare skin there. Just a soft touch, probably accidental, but Venti couldn’t help but shudder at the feeling. Before that, he never noticed how sensitive his back was.

To be fair, Venti still didn’t know a lot of stuff. For example, he also couldn’t understand why this situation suddenly felt so awkward. It was just a friend (although he wasn’t sure if he could call Morax that yet) helping him out in a tough situation. Should be fine, at least by human standards that he’s seen so far. Soldiers in the battlefield back in the day used to tend to each other similarly. So why did he have this funny feeling in his stomach?

He wanted to turn around and look at Morax, see what kind of expression he had on his face. Probably the same emotionless one, as usual. But in this position, it felt like Morax was breathing in his neck, so if he turned around, their faces would be too close. He felt himself blushing again.

Morax stayed quiet as he continued the work and Venti didn’t speak, too, which was unusual for him. But with the way his legs trembled and shoulders shuddered at Morax’s every small touch, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, an embarrassing sound would come out and then he’ll just have to exile himself from Liyue forever.

The worst thing was, Morax didn’t hurry. Instead, his movements were thorough, deliberate. Venti thought that he just asked to be polite, then would pull out a few twigs just for the formalities and leave. Instead, he brushed away every little leaf, got rid of all the chunks of dirt that got stuck in the feathers and made them look presentable. His movements were so slow, as if he was trying not to hurt him.

When, finally, he was done with the second wing, the moment he removed his hands Venti pulled his wings closer and moved away, hugging himself with the soft feathers. That way, his whole front was covered by massive white wings.

“Thank you.” He muttered, looking back at Morax.

The Geo Archon, for some reason, looked like he was upset with something. But that expression lasted for just a second and then Morax came back to his stony usual self.

“If you’re done, then let’s go. Since you’re here already, we can share a drink. I remember that was of your liking.”

Venti flushed even redder and frantically shook his head.

“No, I-” His voice cracked. “I just remembered that I have to go home. You can go first and then I’ll leave. I just need a few more minutes to catch my breath.”

Morax looked a little surprised. Venti would be surprised at himself, too. It wasn’t like him to reject a drink.

“Very well, then.” The Geo Archon said, although his voice sounded weird. “I’ll see you next time, Barbatos.”

He lingered for a moment, looking at Venti up and down again. Venti fidgeted at his gaze. There was something unknown in those golden eyes of his and it made Venti feel weird.

Finally, he turned around and left at a leisurely pace. Venti’s eyes followed his silhouette until he fully disappeared from view. Only then did he let his wings fall on his sides, revealing his front. He looked down, blankly staring at an obvious bulge in his shorts. He sighed, still feeling that tingling sensation in his abdomen.

He might need to borrow some more books on human anatomy from the library.