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Diluc observes the passage of time by the noise in his bar. Venti’s rancorous singing and demands for dandelion wine usually means the night is young. When the group of knights start dancing, sounding like elephants tramping the upper floor down, he knows it is past midnight. When he stands stoic behind the counter and can hear the squeak of his cloth against the glasses he is polishing, he knows it is time to round up the stragglers and close up business.
Diluc puts down his cloth and glass and patrols his tavern. Sleeping men are shaken awake and guided to the door. He hails passing knights outside to escort the ladies home. Though they are fools, they have their uses. He passes rags over table tops and slides chairs back into place before slipping to a hidden corner and surveying his most difficult customer.
Diluc kicks the leg of Kaeya’s chosen seat: “Get up.”
The knight rouses, slumped over in slumber. He yawns, stretching like a panther in a tree.
“All right, all right, keep your pants on.” Kaeya flicks his hair out one open grey eye and smiles up at him. Diluc bristles.
“Lug your alcoholic behind out of my tavern and don’t come back,” he orders.
Kaeya plays with his glass instead, fingers slipping round its empty rim. As with everything he does, it is sensual and languid, a euphemism. (Diluc knows exactly what he can do with those fingers.) He rips his eyes away, loathe to look into that familiar face. “Begone.”
Tink. Kaeya taps the glass instead. Diluc snatches it from him.
Kaeya laughs and levers himself to his feet. “Maa, maa. I’ll do as you wish.”
Up on his feet, without bracing against the table, he sways forward, takes a step, and totters backward. Even a whole table away, Diluc can nearly taste the liquor wafting off his breath.
“You’re drunk,” Diluc snaps. “Blithering fool.”
Kaeya laughs, groping for support of a wall and missing by exactly five inches. “It was good wine. Say, can’t I stay here instead? I know you have a spare room here upstairs.”
“That’s for staff only,” Diluc hisses, placing the glass down. “I won’t have you fouling it up.”
Despite his harsh words, he dips a shoulder under Kaeya’s arm and bodily hauls him toward the door. He won’t have the knight bumbling into his tables like the drunken idiot he is. A hand cups his cheek, pats him to twist his face to the side. Kaeya dips his head down, locks eyes.
“Then, come over to my place.”
Diluc considers dumping the man on the floor. The trek to the knights’ headquarters is long and winds up stairs, impossible to navigate drunk, in the dark. He decides to pass Kaeya off to a passing knight. Let his subordinates drag him home.
“I won’t go with anyone but you~” Kaeya singsongs. “I’ll camp on the doorstep of your tavern- imagine the headlines tomorrow, ha ha!”
He would. Frustrated, Diluc whirls around and drags Kaeya to an innocuous wooden door carved into the far wall. “Damn you.”
The door is locked but Diluc has the key in his pockets. He finds it, unlocks the door, hauls Kaeya in and dumps him on the bed. The room is small and slightly stale. It contains only a bed, chair, adjourning toilet and lamp. It is set up as a place of temporary rest, for when he closes late and doesn’t want to trek home to the winery. Kaeya rolls over indolently and bats his eyelashes. “Master Diluc, a drink if you please?”
Diluc snorts and throws the key ring onto the tiny bedside table in exchange for an empty glass. He ducks into the toilet to fill it at the tap. Shutting the water off, he hears a tell-tale ka-chak.
Diluc runs back out. Water sloshes over his hand. Leaning against the door, key twirling on his index finger, Kaeya smiles. “Too easy.”
Diluc is tempted to toss the cup of water at him. He slams it down instead, marches up to Kaeya, stares him in the eye: “Unlock the door.”
Kaeya winks at him, stepping up till they’re chest to chest. “No.”
Diluc shoves him aside roughly and examines the door.
“I’ll just break though.”
A chiselled chest presses up against his back. Diluc stiffens.
“Ah, but how will you explain to the repairmen? Come, spend some time with dear old Kaeya.”
Diluc growls. “Get your hands off me.”
Kaeya pushes forward, trapping him against the door, arms reaching round to cup him through his pants. Diluc twitches. Kaeya pulls at his earlobe with his teeth. “You’re so dishonest, Master Diluc.” His palm rubs the tip of Diluc’s stiffening erection.
“You’re insufferable,” Diluc grits out. He bucks backward but Kaeya catches him, presses a hand to his belly to force him against the knight’s swollen cock. Kaeya grinds the tent in his pants to Diluc’s plush ass.
Kaeya humps him there, against the door, fingers pulling at Diluc’s cock through his pants, his own erection a heavy weight on his back. Diluc leans into the door, will wavering. Kaeya blows into his ear and Diluc shudders.
“Let me sweeten the pot a little,” Kaeya says. “Here’s a deal. Lets make a bet. If I win, you have to do me exactly one favour- anything I ask. If you win, well-“
“You’ll leave me alone. One month. I want to see neither hide nor hair of your insolent ass.”
“One week.”
“Three.”
“Two and a half.”
Diluc nods, then leans his forehead against the door, panting as Kaeya sucks a line down his neck, clever hands fondling his balls.
Kaeya humps into him again. “Two and a half weeks of solitude it is. Now, the bet- I bet that I can make you cum five whole times tonight, before I do.”
Diluc scoffs. “Starting tomorrow, do not show your face at this tavern.”
Kaeya pouts against his neck. “What, don’t think I can do it?” He pulls away, fingers going to the clasp of his cape. “I’m quite talented, you know?”
“Talented in pissing me off.” Diluc pushes himself off the door and shucks off his heavy coat, pulls his gloves off, then tends to his cravat. By the time he starts on his shirt buttons, Kaeya has already slithered out of his cape and jacket. The knight captain steps forward, using nimble fingers to speed up Diluc’s state of undress. He dips into the shirt opening, fingers teasingly brushing a scorching line down Diluc’s abs.
Diluc tries to shrug off his hands: “Undress youself.”
Kaeya laughs. “But you have more buttons done up than I.”
Nevertheless, he makes quick work of his blouse and pants, laying back on the bed to watch Diluc.
“I’m not a stripper,” Diluc snaps, kicking off his shoes. “And take off your underwear.”
Kaeya smiles and palms himself. “That eager for my cock?”
Diluc tosses his pants at him. Kaeya pulls the cloth off his face and whistles lowly. Diluc flushes hotly. The strap of his underwear digs indecently into his crack and the skimpy red lace barely contains his erection.
“You’ve been wearing that all day?” Finally, Kaeya kicks off his boxers. He lounges back, cock in hand. “Good boy.”
Diluc shudders, fighting to keep his hands pinned by his side. He feels vulnerable. Exposed. Kaeya’s gaze feels like a red-hot laser. His hands reach out to weigh his balls. Diluc feels humiliated.
“Get on with it,” he snaps.
Kaeya tuts, weaves a hand in his low ponytail and yanks. Diluc grimaces but obediently folds to his knees. His hands clasp together behind his back and he arches, knees spread wide, on display the way Kaeya likes to have him.
“Not such a good boy, I think,” Kaeya says, smile in his voice. “That’s alright, I’ll teach you to behave.” A booted foot nudges under his chin, forces his gaze up. “I think you need a good fucking. What do you think, baby?”
Diluc’s mouth goes dry. “Yes sir,” he says.
The boot slides out from under his chin.
“Stand up.”
Diluc does so. He keeps his eyes to the floor.
“Come here.”
He steps closer to the bed. Tanned hands reach for him, wrap the red lace of the thong around his dick and jerks. Diluc’s hands clench around air. He wobbles. Up and down, Kaeyas hands twist around his cock, teasing out precum. Diluc can’t stop his hips from jerking. He bites his lip. Just as the pressure starts to mount, Kaeya releases him. Diluc humps the air futilely, whine slipping from his lips.
“You know how I want you to touch yourself now?” Kaeya asks. Diluc nods.
“Then, touch. Do what I did.”
Diluc eagerly fists his dick, wraps it in lace, and fucks up into his hand. Fingers pinch his thigh.
“Slower.” His master commands. “Take your time.”
Diluc slows his pace, gasping. Everything feels heightened by the slow drag. The lace scratches at him lightly. He fists himself from base to tip, twisting slowly. His puffy cockhead throbs. He wets his panties with his arousal, and it clings to his shaft. He pants, fists his cock again and again.
The moment he gets a rhythm going, gets bold enough to press the pad of his thumb against his slit, Master bids him to stop.
“Kneel,” Kaeya says, lone eye glinting, “and thank me for letting you touch your little cock.”
Diluc releases his cock and falls to his knees. Kaeya’s foot taps impatiently. Diluc bows over it. “Thank you, sir.” He lowers his head and presses lips to leather, kissing his master’s feet. He remains in place, tongue flicking out to gently caress the leather in tiny, kittenish licks.
“Well done,” Kaeya says. “Now stay on your knees, pretty boy. I’m going to fuck your throat.”
Diluc sits up, heart leaping. He stays knelt at Master’s feet. A hand wraps around his jaw and tilts his head up. Diluc lets his mouth fall open, tongue lolling out. A thick cock hits his cheek. Kaeya is big, as long as he is thick, with a big cockhead Diluc struggles to take in him, wrapped with veins he’ll feel pulsating against the walls of his asshole. Drool pools on his tongue. He breathes in deep, anxious to taste it.
Kaeya holds his penis in one hand and Diluc’s face with the other. He takes sadistic delight in dragging it around the redhead’s face, drawing a map with the shining stain of his precum. Several time he slaps the turgid flesh into his lips, watching Diluc’s tongue stretch to lick it.
“My cockhungry baby,” he coos, finally passing the tip between Diluc’s eager lips.
“Mmm!” Diluc hollows his cheeks and sucks. He swirls his tongue against the cock, lapping at the glans, pressing against the slit. Kaeya sighs and fucks in with shallow rolls of his hips. He pats a gentle hand to Diluc’s head. “Good little puppy…”
Diluc bobs his head enthusiastically. He loves the heavy weight on his tongue, the prod of cock against the back of his throat. The salty taste grounds him. His hands reach up to brace against strong thighs and he swirls his tongue around.
Kaeya groans, languid movements deepening to hilt himself balls deep in the kneeling Diluc’s throat. “You’re humping the ground like a dog,” he laughs. Distantly, suckling on dick, Diluc realises his hips are canting. This movement drags his cock slightly against the taut fabric of his lace panties. The frictions brings him relief. He hums an affirmative around Kaeya’s cock.
Kaeya groans appreciatively. His thrusts deepen, bringing his crotch flush against Diluc’s nose, balls slapping off his chin. Diluc gurgles, throat seizing. Kaeya only fucks him harder. The sensation of cock wedging his jaws open and taste of penis on his tongue makes Diluc twitch in his panties. He grinds forward desperately, balls tightening.
Kaeya brushes a finger over his jawline. “Are you going to cum this early into the game? Are you going to be a sweet boy and give Master what I want?”
Diluc groans in frustration, mouthing at Kaeya with renewed fervour. The endearments only go straight to his dick, winds him up further. Kaeya chuckles, still shaking his hips leisurely. While Diluc trembles and twitches, Kaeya is perfectly at ease denying himself his own orgasm. Cupping Diluc’s cheeks lovingly, he pulls him forward on his dick until Diluc’s nose is buried in a thatch of coarse blue hair. Diluc seizes around him, eyes rolling back. He whimpers, hands flying to his cock not to stroke himself to completion, but to stave off his peak. Kaeya tuts and nudges them aside with a foot. Unable to help himself, Diluc jerks against him.
“Gonna come, baby?” Kaeya’s voice is sweeter than honey. “Come all over Master’s dirty shoe?”
“Mmm-mmm!” Diluc thrashes, humps Kaeya’s boot and falls apart. Diluc’s mind goes blank. The only thing he’s aware of is the thick cock heavy on his tongue. Cum spurts into his pretty red panties, filling up around his dick. It oozes out the sides of it and slides onto Kaeya’s shoe.
“Dirty boy,” he clicks his tongue and sighs. “Well, that’s orgasm number one.” He tenderly brushes Diluc’s fringe off his forehead and drops a kiss there. Below, he toes Diluc’s softening penis to get him hard again. Kaeya pulls him off his dick and Diluc whines, suctioning his lips to it one last time before letting go.
“You love sucking dick so much,” Kaeya chuckles. “How adorable.” He pats the space on the bed beside him and Diluc shakily clambers on. Kaeya strokes the small of his back, plucking at the thong. Diluc jumps when the string snaps against his crack.
Kaeya tuts his displeasure: “You’ve ruined the lovely lingerie I got for you.”
Cock flagging, mind clearing, Diluc grunts. “So just buy a new one. It’s your fault anyway.”
He jumps as Kaeya reaches in the soiled panties and gives his shaft a tug.
“Bad boys have to be disciplined,” Kaeya warns. Diluc falls silent. “I was going to be lenient, but I think you need a reminder of your place.” He picks the redhead up and dumps him back on the floor. Diluc grunts at the rough handling. Kaeya plants a foot against his cheek.
“Clean up your mess.” He instructs. Diluc trembles in rage. He shakes Kaeya’s foot off. “You-“
The calvary captain strikes him. Taken by surprise, Diluc’s head snaps back and he sprawls onto the floor. A boot plants itself in his face, grinding him gently into the floor.
“Colour.”
Diluc lies dazed on the floor. The foot nudges him. He pulls himself together enough to answer. “Green.”
Kaeya sneers down at him, grey eyes glacial. “Clean. It. Up.”
Laid flat on the floor in the position his master put him in, Diluc reaches trembling fingers out to cradle the cum-spattered boot to his lips and flattens his tongue to it. Diligently, silently, he laps, licks and sucks his cum off Kaeya’s boot. Only when it is shiny with saliva does Kaeya move his foot away and lean over Diluc’s prone body. “And what must we say?”
“I am sorry, Master.” Diluc casts his eyes down in supplication. Kaeya bends over and strokes his hair. Diluc closes his eyes and luxuriates in that simple touch. All the tension seeps out his body. If he had a tail he’d coil it around Kaeya’s wrist, purring. As it is, he bumps his head up into his master’s touch.
Kaeya’s hands remain soft, plying him into position, pulling him to his feet and shuffling him to the side of the room. Kaeya cracks open a dusty screen and leads Diluc outside with a firm hand. The barkeeper shivers. The cold air of the dark night is sobering. It brushes goosebumps over his exposed skin and pinched his nipples into pink, pointed nubs. In the pale moonlight of the early morning, the roads feel dead and leached of all colour. Still, Diluc begins to struggle, anticipating watchful eyes of knights on patrol. Firm arms sneak around him and pin his arms to his side, long tapered fingers caging his dick. Diluc whimpers. He realises his mistake. The stillness of their current surroundings allows his voice to carry. He stiffens, eyes darting around, expecting the neighbouring houses to flick on their lights and see him naked, aching. His bare feet scuff the dirty tiles of the balcony nervously.
Kaeya hushes him. “No one is around. Remember darling, I don’t share. As long as you keep quiet, no one will see you out here on display like a whore.” His hands give Diluc’s cock firm hard strokes. Diluc’s hips chase the sensation, fucking him up into the man’s loose fist. Kaeya bites into his neck warningly, sucking a mark that will last for days. He brings both hands to Diluc’s hips and slides the thong down. He crouches down and strokes each calf to signal Diluc to lift them up and has him stand naked and exposed, leant against the railings, bare cock jutting out between the bars.
Kaeya stands fluidly, crowding his lean form against Diluc’s back, kissing up the other side of his neck. Diluc sighs, arches into him. Wadding up the ruined panties in a hand, Kaeya stuffs them in between Diluc’s parted lips.
“Mmmnnf!” Lace fills Diluc’s mouth and he tastes his own release on his tongue.
“I’m just helping you, baby.” Kaeya’s hands trace the rim of Diluc’s hole. His finger is wet and slick from what must be lube. “Remember, don’t make a sound. Don’t want nosy knights coming round to watch your slutty body put on a show.”
He teasingly drags his nail into Diluc’s asshole, barely breaching it before retreating. He does this several times, winding Diluc up till he pants into his mouthful of fabric. “If you’re uncomfortable, do you know what you must do?”
Diluc slides his hand up Kaeya’s wrist and pinches the inside of it twice in quick succession. “Good boy,” Kaeya breathes into his ear. Diluc’s cock jumps. “Keep your hand on me.” Achingly slow, Kaeya presses a finger into Diluc’s fluttering hole. The lube drips from his fingers and slides down Diluc’s crack. He shivers. The finger twists. It pumps in, out. Kaeya fucks it in past the first knuckle, circles it in Diluc’s asshole. Diluc’s breaths stutter.
“God, just feel you,” Kaeya laughs sultrily, “You’re eagerly sucking me in.” He pushes all the way in to the second knuckle. Diluc breathes shakily, untended cock bobbing. His hands squeeze Kaeya’s arms. In response, Kaeya rocks his finger in a rhythmic slide against Diluc’s inner walls. He fucks in fast, pulling out slow. Diluc’s hips thrust against the railing, bouncing his weeping cock into nothing but air.
Kaeya fucks his finger in again, other fingers reaching to fondle Diluc’s balls, making him whine lowly. On the balcony, bathed in silvery moonlight, he works Diluc’s asshole open. “Ready for a second one?” Diluc’s hole eagerly clenches, and he drips drool around his lace gag. Kaeya chuckles and languidly pushes the tip of his ring finger in. This time, he slides it all the way, pausing in increments to feel Diluc opening up around him. Then, fingers of one hand buried deep, he reaches up and tweaks a neglected nipple. Diluc whimpers, back arching.
There, out in the open for all to see, Diluc slowly falls apart as he is fucked on Kaeya’s fingers, choking back his moans as his nipples are abused. His belly slides against the railing and his cock bobs in the gap between the railing bars, raining precum down below to be stepped on by the morning crowd. The jerk of his hips become more and more desperate. His cock is swollen, veins pulsing. The poor, neglected cockhead is so puffy and red it is nearly purple. He desperately wants Master to touch him.
“Mmm- mmh!” Diluc gasps around his sodden panties in his mouth.
Kaeya scissors his fingers. Diluc’s head falls back onto Kaeya’s shoulder, body spasming.
“Are you gonna cum here?” Kaeya whispers into his ear. “Right off the balcony and into the street? Everyone is gonna walk past and trample on the stain of your cum and they’ll know that Diluc Ragnvindr is a dirty. Stupid. Little. Cumslut.”
Diluc’s back bows to breaking. He imagines soldiers, the flower shop ladies, the bards and citizens, all walking past, thronging crowds looking up and seeing his dick, cum spraying like a whore with fingers up his ass. Kaeya slams a third finger in him. With a muffled scream, white sputters out the tip of Diluc’s swollen cock. As he humps the railing, it sprays down onto the cobblestone below. The patter of droplets hitting the ground makes him spurt harder, shaking in Kaeya’s arms.
Eventually, the flood of sensation does retreat, and Diluc’s softening cock hangs pathetically twitching, still drizzling spunk. Kaeya scoops him up off his feet and retreats back inside. He puts Diluc down on the mattress like an artisan assembling a diamond piece for display and disappears into the bathroom. Weary red eyes track him as he saunters back out, wet towel in hand.
Kaeya pulls the saliva-soaked panties from Diluc’s mouth and slides one of his bare feet into his lap. “Got to take care of my baby,” He coos, wiping Diluc’s feet. “You did so well.” Diluc drops his head to the mattress, lets his mind float away at the ticklish wet swipes at his feet.
When Kaeya is done he tosses the towel into the same direction as the discarded panties. “That’s orgasm number two! Can you keep count, or do I have to mark it down on your thighs?”
Diluc musters up enough energy to roll his eyes. Kaeya laughs and pats a hand through thick red hair. Leaning down, he gifts Diluc’s cock with a kiss, and a lick. The half-soft shaft stiffens. Diluc groans as Kaeya takes him into a hand again, working his cock till it’s standing. His own penis stands proudly flushed, so hard it rests against his belly and stains it with precum.
Kaeya removes the curtain ties from the curtains and lets the drapes fall shut as he winds the cord expertly around Diluc’s wrists. Completing the knot, he pushes Diluc’s legs up into his chest and kisses him hard. “Stay spread out here like that for me baby.”
With a wink, he pushes off the bed and unlocks the door. He walks off whistling a jaunty tune. Breathing hard, Diluc licks his lower lip on the spot where Kaeya bit, legs curled up and spread apart, presenting his cock and hole. His hands jerk where they are tied to the bedposts. He waits obediently.
Kaeya comes back with a thin metal rod. Diluc recognises it- it’s a metal cocktail stirrer from his bar. A protest rises to his lips. Kaeya cuts him off.
“Hey, you sterilise your instruments, right? Because your cocktail stirrer is about to become a cock stirrer.”
Diluc looks at him like he’s crazy.
“Colour.”
“Yellow,” Diluc snaps. “Kaeya, what the fuck?”
Kaeya presses the metal tip to his penis. Despite himself, Diluc twitches. “Now now, don’t shake it till you’ve tried it.”
Kaeya had planned this, Diluc realises. From the moment he stepped into the bar, right up to this moment, teasing the hole in Diluc’s dick with his own metal stirrer. Diluc turns his face away. Kaeya catches it with a hand and turns him back, staring down into his eyes. “Let me put it in baby. You’ll feel so good.”
Diluc wavers. Kaeya strokes his cheek, coaxing. He slides the cool metal up and down the readhead’s cock. “My pretty baby needs to feel good, don’t you?”
Diluc gives a minute nod. Kaeya kisses him. “Good boy.” Diluc relaxes into the kiss.
Kaeya takes the rod and prods it around Diluc’s cockhead, getting him used to the sight and sensation. Slowly, a hand on his cock and a hand on the cocktail stirrer, he prods it down into Diluc’s urethra. Diluc breathes, deep, tries to relax, and to his surprise it passes into him with ease. He unwinds a little, hands clenching above his head. Kaeya sinks the metal deeper into him. Diluc doesn’t dare to shift, dick held still in Kaeya’s grasp, asshole clenching around nothing. He gasps. The sensation is foreign- something within him in a place he hadn’t thought possible.
Kaeya pushes the stirrer the deepest it will go and Diluc’s cock seems to come alive, set ablaze from the inside. He cries out as Kaeya eases it slowly out. When he thrusts it back in, the swizzle of the rod rubs deliciously on the inner walls of his cockhole, making Diluc throw his head back and cry out. It’s almost too much.
Kaeya sinks the rod in and leaves it there, stepping away and admiring his prize. “You’ve come twice already. This should help you out.” He flicks the protruding metal spoon and Diluc sees stars. He moans. Nebulae dance behind his closed eyelids. Kaeya places his hands around his dick.
The pressure builds quickly, despite how slowly Kaeya pulls and pushes the rod through his most intimate, most vulnerable hole. Diluc chokes on a sob, legs kicking out. He jerks his bound wrists against the rope. Ah, he’s crying. Kaeya, distorted through his tears, smiles down at him, delighted at the state he’s in.
Kaeya twists the rod speared through his shaft and Diluc keens. His dick drools precum, easing the slide of the cocktail stirrer, and Kaeya pumps it just a bit faster. Diluc chokes, head thrashing from side to side. He needs to cum. Needs it. The pressure builds to bursting and Diluc screams raggedly because it has nowhere to go. The metal sits snug in his cumhole, plugging him shut.
“I need to cum, wanna cum, wanna cum!” He sobs. “Take it out Master please please please.”
Kaeya continues to push the rod through Diluc’s urethra. “I will, as soon as you tell me one thing.”
“I love you,” Diluc whines. Drool leaks out the corner of his mouth and tears stain his cheeks. “I’m yours, I love you, Master.”
Kaeya twists the rod again.
“Kaeya please!”
He pulls the rod out.
With a shrill scream, Diluc shoots cum all over himself. White splatters on his chest, paints over his face and lands in his hair. He shakes so hard the bed frame rattles. Shot after shot spurts from his penis and flows over his dick. A translucent puddle forms beneath him on the mattress. He slumps over, drooling, insensate.
Kaeya whistles lowly, licking the tip of the metal tool. “You came so much baby. Number three.”
While Diluc lays twitching against the headboard, Kaeya digs through the bedside table’s drawer. From it, he retrieves a smooth rock phallus. It is amber in colour and shines with the faint tell-tale glow of true jade. Kaeya lewdly sucks the tip into his mouth.
“What an expensive toy you have, baby. Have I been neglecting you? Is that why you need a fake cock for your little hole?”
Kaeya weighs the jade in his hand, brings it to his own dick. He laughs. It is the exact length of his erect dick, even curving the same way. “So you missed my cock so much you have to make do with a cold rock copy.” He teases Diluc. “I wonder, just how will the merchant you commissioned react if I told him you’re the one who begged for him to carve this massive fake penis?”
Diluc moans lowly.
Kaeya advances on him, this time with their belts, and loops them around Diluc’s legs, folded at the knee. He thrusts the dildo in-between, making sure to fuck it along his wilting cock. Diluc flinches at the cold, balls tightening. “Nngh,” he croaks.
“I know it’s cold baby.” Kaeya sounds apologetic but his lips are curved, smiling sadistically. “I have to heat it up before it goes in you.”
He watches Diluc’s face with intense focus, slicking the false cock through the copious cum staining Diluc’s body. Kaeya leans in and presses kisses onto Diluc’s thigh. He starts near his asshole, clenching for cock, and moves higher up until he reaches his ankle, biting and sucking and licking all the way. Diluc’s dick hardens again, bobs against his abs. The jade heats up, from the combination of being grasped tight within Kaeya’s grip and the filthy grind against Diluc’s turgid cock. Then in a move that has Diluc thrashing, panicked against his bonds, Kaeya slides the cocktail stirrer back down into Diluc’s shaft.
“N-no!” Diluc gasps.
Kaeya kisses him right over the asshole. Diluc whines. Kaeya drags the jade cock hard against him. The metal tool in him is driving him crazy. Diluc fucks up against the jade, impromptu sounding rod clinking against another hard surface.
“Nnn. I can’t- I can’t.” Diluc sobs, straining against his bonds.
“Colour.” Kaeya demands.
“Y-yellow.”
Kaeya kisses him, hand pumping faster, building up the pressure in Diluc’s plugged cock. His tongue swirls in Diluc’s mouth, fucking him there in an imitation of what he’s doing with the jade cock and Diluc’s.
When he leans away Diluc sobs. Kaeya passes the dildo against Diluc’s asshole, catching on the rim. Diluc arches his back, whimpering.
“Please,” he whispers, reduced to a writhing cocksleeve. “Please.”
Kaeya thrusts the dildo in and pulls the rod out and Diluc arches his back and sprays cum everywhere so hard it splatters the wall of the bedroom. His screams are hoarse, his hips shaking and legs trembling so hard he looks like he is going into a fit. Kaeya pulls the dildo half-out, then slams it back in against a spot that knocks the breath out of Diluc, has him seeing stars. Though he just came, his legs shake like he is about to come again.
Leaving the dildo pressed into him, Kaeya pumps the tip of one finger in alongside the jade. Then another. Diluc is loose from orgasm, rubber-limbed and compliant. Kaeya works in a third finger as Diluc gasps, yanking at his bonds, trying to pull away from the constant pressure against his prostate.
Kaeya pulls his fingers out and finally, finally, presses the tip of his cock against Diluc’s rim. Slowly, he presses in. Diluc’s eyes roll back and he shakes. Kaeya rolls his hips and the bulbous red cockhead goes in with an obscene pop.
To his surprise, Diluc’s mouth drops open in an “o” and bent in half, he squirts cum over his lidded eyes, high nose, and noble cheekbones. He’s so spent it comes out nearly transparent, drizzling onto his tits.
Beyond aroused, hardness aching, Kaeya presses the entire length of his cock down Diluc’s ass, sitting back to watch that dildo-filled hole greedily swallow him as well. Fucked stupid, Diluc has no words left with which to beg. He mewls, like a bitch in heat. With the overly-large dildo still stuffed up Diluc’s ass, Kaeya folds him in half and sets a bruising place. He hammers in with his cock, spearing Diluc mercilessly on his length, fucking in so hard the bedframe slams against the wall and chips off flecks of paint.
“That was five,” he groans to Diluc. “Lovely thing, I win the bet.” He reaches down, tugs at Diluc’s cock one last time. “’M close,” he grunts, “Come one last time. You can do it baby. Come one last time for me.”
Overstimulated, tears run down Diluc’s face. Kaeya licks them off his cheek, tastes salt and the bitterness of cum. He jerks his hips, thrusts stuttering. “Coming! Ah- coming!”
They come together, Diluc sobbing into a dry orgasm, Kaeya shooting thick white ropes of cum into Diluc’s belly, bloating it. He jerks his hips, milking every last drop, fucking his cum in with a squelch squelch squelch.
Satisfied, breathing hard, Kaeya pulls his still-twitching dick out. Reverently, he pulls the dildo out too, and gets up to dump it in the toilet sink. He picks up a towel and wets it, returns to the bed and wipes the cum from Diluc’s body and face. Some of it has already dried, crusting over in pretty red strands.
Diluc groans lowly and laboriously rolls his head over to face his lover.
“Get some sleep,” Kaeya kisses his cheek. “Don’t open the tavern tomorrow, sleep in with me.” Diluc grunts and laces their fingers together. Smiling, Kaeya curls up beside him.