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Roughness wasn’t Xiao’s personal favorite. No, he would much prefer to give his lover his pleasure with slow rolls of his hips and deep kisses, to prove he was more than just some beast who only knew violence. That, and to ensure he didn’t wake up the very next morning aching terribly. But Aether was a desperate, impatient lover. He much preferred to rut his hips into Xiao like an animal to take his pleasure, punching the very breath from his lungs, dizzying him until all he could do was shut his eyes and let Aether take all he had, pressing his body close like he was some kind of doll, made specifically for such a purpose. Perhaps there was some solace in being treated as nothing more than an object for Aether’s pleasure—it meant that he only had to think about following orders and being good. And Xiao felt as though he would die if he couldn’t be good. Which was exactly why he refrained from ever complaining about his lover’s wishes.
He gave Aether his pleasure as fast and hard as he could manage, regardless of his own discomfort, if only to listen to those pretty moans from his lover, to feel those hands gripping his thighs so hard they were sure to bruise. At the very least, Xiao got a little bit of what he wanted when Aether pressed in as deep as he could go, and he was filled to the very brim with Aether’s seed, claiming him. It was nice to feel like he belonged to Aether—to be completely, utterly, and wholly his. Today was no different.
Aether lay on his back somewhere among the islands within his teapot, the grass tickling his bare skin; he could hardly care, though, for above him Xiao was riding him with a great fervor, staring down at Aether with hooded eyes and panting hard. For Xiao, the tension between his legs was unbearable; his senses screamed at him to press a hand between his thighs and take his own pleasure even as he plunged himself down at too rapid a rate. He wouldn’t dare, though. He would give Aether the sun and the stars before he ever even thought about taking anything.
Aether’s grip on his thighs was wonderfully harsh, digging into his flesh and ensuring Xiao would remember this for days to come. Then, once the bruises faded, Xiao already knew Aether would be coming to him again with the urge to be buried deep inside him. It only had him fucking himself on Aether faster, wanting nothing more than for Aether to cum deep inside and leave him so beautifully full. Thankfully, Aether was already close beneath him, bucking up against Xiao with each drop of his hips. When Aether did cum, he dragged Xiao’s hips as close as they could physically go with a groan, his hips shaking and rolling up into him. It was Xiao closing his eyes and whimpering, his thighs squeezing together around Aether’s waist.
And then it was over, and the grip on his hips was gone, replaced instead with slow rubbing over his aching skin. Aether dropped his hips back into the grass with a worn-out sound. “What a good boy,” he breathed, and something wonderful fluttered to life behind Xiao’s ribcage. Good boy. He would do anything if only he could keep being Aether’s good boy forever.
Aether helped Xiao off of him, as though he wasn’t perfectly capable of lifting himself up on his own shaking thighs so he could kneel somewhere away from Aether while they both recovered. That tension still pulled between Xiao’s legs, the heartbeat in his own clit driving him mad. It was shameful, really. He couldn’t even give Aether what he wanted without being so demanding himself. Of course, Xiao never once voiced what he wanted, for his love’s needs came first, always.
Even so, Aether sat up, and he shifted to kneel as well, mirroring Xiao. “You didn’t cum,” he said, almost fretting over it.
Xiao shook his head. “It is all right,” he claimed, like so many other times before. He was fully prepared to descend over Aether once more and kiss him into a dizzied state, lull him into a slumber, so he wouldn’t have to look upon Xiao in his shameful state as he relieved himself.
“That hardly seems fair, doesn’t it?”
“You know that I am happy so long as I can satisfy you,” said Xiao, even as his thighs squeezed together as tight as they could manage to try to relieve any of that tension. “That is the extent of my desires.”
With a sigh of some sort, Aether held out an arm. It seemed he had other plans today. “Come here, love,” he said, all too gently. Xiao wasn’t all that far away—Aether could practically drag him by the arm if he so pleased. So why was he leaving it up to Xiao? No matter what, he would obey, always. So, he inched forward until his knees were brushing against Aether’s, and a gentle hand found his hip. The opposite hand pressed just below his navel, and those maddening fingers slowly delved lower, lower. When his fingers finally found Xiao’s clit, they did not give him the relief he craved—rather, they slowly brushed a feather-light touch over it, making his thighs want to squeeze together around Aether’s hand, his hips wanting to buck into the touch. It had his breath leaving him, his eyes screwing shut, his perfect posture failing. Shameful little thing that he was. “Aw, you’re so pent-up,” cooed Aether. Even with such an observation he did not once think to give Xiao the pressure he needed, torturing him. “You poor thing. You know that all you have to do is ask, right?”
Xiao remained silent. He would never take, not from Aether. And so his torment continued, that ever-gentle brush of Aether’s fingers over his clit never quite giving him what he needed. He wanted more than anything to reach out and touch, to clutch at Aether’s arms while his love stripped him of his sanity. But the shame in being selfish kept Xiao’s arms perfectly at his sides, his fingers pressing into the grass as his chest heaved with his rapid breaths. If this was kept up any longer he was sure to burst into tears.
And then, the contact was gone. Xiao was hoping to be able to breathe some sigh of relief, to relax his thighs because at least his love was no longer tormenting him. But no, instead his hand left where it was placed obediently in the grass to reach out for Aether, letting out a shameful whine as he did.
In an instant the light, slow brush over his clit returned, and Aether was laughing: an amused, fond sound. Then, Aether pressed his body closer, and he kissed the corner of Xiao’s jaw. That was fine, he supposed—it would not drive him to desperation. But then Aether’s tongue poked out and ran along the same area, then down, dragging hot across his neck and making Xiao whimper. It drew too much heat between his thighs, and even he could only stand so much.
A hushed word had Aether halting his attack, and he moved back up to kiss Xiao slowly. “Yes?” Aether murmured against Xiao’s lips once the kiss broke. “All you have to do is ask, Xiao.”
A helpless little sound tumbled out of him. When Aether’s hand left his hip to instead rest gently against his cheek, Xiao crumbled. “Please,” he whispered, his face burning. “Please, stop teasing me.”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes,” pleaded Xiao. “More than anything.”
“See?” Aether kissed him once, twice more. “That wasn’t so hard. What a good boy you are.” And so the hand between his legs pressed ever so slightly harder, and Xiao melted, forgetting all about keeping himself quiet in seconds. The pace did not pick up at all, but either way it had Xiao panting and whimpering, gasping and whining in his desperation. One restless hand even braced against Aether’s upper arm as the heat between his thighs grew and grew, getting ever closer to snapping, but not quite enough. It had Xiao whining for his release, digging blunt nails into Aether’s arm as his thighs pressed together around Aether’s hand. “I want you to ask for what you want, when you want it,” said Aether, just a little too firmly for Xiao to be able to refuse. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Y-yes, yes,” breathed Xiao, nodding furiously.
“Can you tell me what you want now?”
“Aether,” Xiao whined, but Aether didn’t let up, merely rubbed in slow circles over his clit until it was sure to break him. Finally, Xiao caved, pressing his eyes shut to try to save himself some of the embarrassment. “I want you to let me cum,” he shakily pleaded. “Please—I’ll do anything.”
“What a good boy.” With the heat between Xiao’s thighs pulled as taut as it was, it took hardly a few seconds of those maddening fingers rubbing over his clit faster for the tension to snap. Xiao came undone with a startled moan, shaking as the tide of pleasure washed over him and took him under. When Aether didn’t let up on his ministrations, Xiao slumped into his chest, gasping and moaning as the pleasure didn’t stop, turning instead into electricity spiking through his nerves. His hips shook, and a clawing grip on Aether’s arms had the stimulation finally coming to a halt. It left Xiao panting, his muscles spasming in his thighs. He was easy to mold as wet clay as Aether lifted his chin and captured his lips in a kiss that stole his very breath from him. He was clutching at Aether by the time the kiss broke, like he held Xiao’s very life in his hands. “Can you lie back for me?” Aether murmured against his swollen lips.
Without thinking about it too much, Xiao obeyed, allowing his love to lie him back into the grass, keening at the slow circles being rubbed into the junctures of his hips. Of course, it took a few seconds for it to click, and Xiao propped himself up on his forearms to stare up at Aether. “S-surely you don’t intend to let me take more,” he protested. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Aether to bathe him in his wonderful stream of pure pleasure, but he worried that taking once was already far too much. He was already thinking of ways to make up for such selfishness. “One was more than enough—I promise.”
“But I want to watch you come undone over and over again,” claimed Aether, far too innocent for such words. “I would very much like to see what you look like when you forget who you are and make a mess all over yourself.” Aether paused. “Unless you really don’t want more. Then we can stop.”
Xiao found himself shaking his head. “No,” he whispered. “I-I want to keep going.”
Aether smiled down at him, so bright nothing could rival him, and Xiao felt himself melting just a little. “May I kiss you?” he asked Xiao, oh so gently.
“You may.” And Aether kissed him, and he fell right back into the grass. Xiao’s arms came up to wrap around his back, trying to pull him as close as possible. Their chests met, their hips slotted together—Aether pried Xiao’s mouth open with his tongue, and a shaky sound was pulled from somewhere in Xiao’s chest.
It was like this for quite some time, and Xiao found himself sinking deep into it all—into the arm beneath his back and the hand in his hair and the tongue entangling with his. He could stay like this forever. But then it ended, and Aether’s lips found Xiao’s cheek, then the other—his nose, his forehead, his jaw, his temple and brow, anywhere and everywhere he could reach.
“Aether,” said Xiao like a complaint, but even he could not stop the smile that grew across his face, nor the soft sound that bubbled out of him like a laugh. Oh, he could bask in this for eternity. For once, Xiao was allowed to just lie back into the grass and feel Aether’s lips on his body, giving his full attention to each mole and scar and making time to cover Xiao’s jaw, his neck, his chest and arms, down to his belly—seemingly Aether’s personal favorite with the amount of time he spent there, holding his waist and delighting in his stomach fluttering with each gentle press of his lips to the skin there. He kissed Xiao’s hips, all over his thighs, his calves, even down to his ankles. Xiao thought that maybe he didn’t even need to be pleasured by Aether in order to feel complete and utter bliss. The safety of those lips on his skin, loving him and owning him, had no comparison.
“You’re beautiful,” said Aether as he returned to Xiao’s stomach, “you know that?”
Xiao let out some kind of laugh. “Am I?” he hummed. Vanity was not accepted when he guarded Liyue—he could never afford such a thing when there were always ever higher priorities to attend to. In fact, he could not remember the last time he paid serious attention to his own reflection in a pool of water, let alone gazed into a mirror intentionally. But, with no duty left to carry out, perhaps he would allow himself to be taught vanity, if his lover was his mentor. “I’m afraid I don't quite understand. Would you care to show me how beautiful you think I am?”
“Oh, would I ever.” Aether kissed Xiao’s stomach once more, just to feel the muscles fluttering and convulsing inward beneath his lips. Then, he trailed lower, lower, laying open-mouthed kisses into Xiao’s navel. Lower still as he gathered up Xiao’s thighs in his hands and spread them far enough apart to kiss at the insides of them. Then, Aether’s lips came closer to Xiao’s cunt, making his heart pound with just a few gentle kisses on either side of it. Xiao melted when Aether’s tongue dragged over his clit, and he couldn’t even fight down the groan that tumbled out of him. If he had intended to be quiet, there was absolutely no hope for it. Aether was maddening with his mouth; his tongue swirled around the bud that hardened all too quickly, lapped at it like he was starving, and it had Xiao’s mind steadily fizzling away into nothing but pure bliss. Desperate, panting sounds were let out into the open air with no end to them. When Aether dragged his tongue flatly over the expanse of his cunt he sobbed, and when that tongue pressed inside him his back arched high off the grass and thighs squeezed tight around Aether’s head.
It dizzied him when Aether focused that maddening tongue on his clit once more and pressed two fingers into him, curling up right away into that spot that made him drool. Xiao’s hands found Aether’s hair, tightening into fists as his peak came closer and closer. Aether was groaning against him, almost like he was encouraging Xiao to lose himself. If it was being freely given, then Xiao supposed he could get away with being selfish once more. It only meant he would really have to make it up to Aether, ensure he was left just as dizzy and dumb as Xiao felt right now.
He pressed Aether’s face against him when his peak crashed into him, sobbing at the white-hot pleasure that spiked up his spine, shot into his hips, boiled within his belly. His eyes drooped when his orgasm passed and the stimulation left him, replaced with soft kisses to his thighs and navel and gentle hands righting his limbs for him, as he was certain he’d gone completely limp with no hope of being able to move again.
“I think…” Xiao grinned lazily at him, humming at the warm palm against his cheek. “I have fallen in love with you all over again.” Aether froze above him, gaping down at Xiao with wide eyes and parted lips. Then, a bright smile broke out across his pretty features, and Xiao only felt himself sink deeper. Aether kissed him, and Xiao sighed contentedly against him. He pulled Aether down over him and it was only then that he noted that one of Aether’s hands was still sticky with both of their spend, as well noted the hardness pressing against his hip. “You’re so good to me,” he breathed against Aether’s lips.
Xiao was not well versed in the art of taking, but if there was one thing he knew best it was how to give. So, as he kissed him, Xiao gently grabbed onto Aether’s hips, and he rolled his own hips up, delighting in that low groan it drew from his lover. And so Xiao kept it up, until Aether was rutting against him with hushed, desperate noises. Only when Aether’s hands clawed into him did Xiao urge him to still, because there was nothing he wanted more than for Aether to cum buried deep inside him.
And when Aether pushed into him, still sensitive and twitching from his orgasm, it had him keening. Xiao’s eyes were fixated on where they were connected. Already he was panting, and Aether hadn’t even moved yet.
“How do you want this?” he asked Xiao, rather than grab his hips and pound into him.
Xiao frowned, confusion etching into his brow. “This is about you,” he claimed, all but pouting at the suggestion of daring to take more pleasure. It was only fair that Aether used his body in whatever way he pleased after giving Xiao so much. Xiao wasn’t sure how much more he could bear to steal from his love.
“Xiao,” said Aether, and he brushed Xiao’s hair out of his face. “I want to do what makes you feel good.”
He only hesitated for a few moments, but then he reached up and held onto Aether’s upper arms. “Take me slowly,” he said, unable to stop his voice from trembling. “A-and—go deep. I want to feel as much of you as I can.”
“Do you want it hard?”
“No.”
“Okay, love.” Aether kissed him so slowly as he pulled out, and he wrapped his arms around Xiao’s middle when he pushed back in, just as gentle and deep as Xiao had only dreamt of.
“Yes,” Xiao breathed, his eyes fixating on Aether above him. Aether thrust into him again, just the same as before, and it had him mewling. Each and every time Aether thrust into him he reached so deep inside Xiao, so much so that Xiao was certain he could feel it in his stomach, and when Aether’s cock angled up inside him he saw stars. Xiao wrapped his arms around him and pulled him as close as he could manage, burying his face into the crook of Aether’s neck as he gasped and whimpered. This was the reason Xiao preferred this to roughness: time seemed to still like this, and for a little while it was only him and his lover, bodies writhing together in the throes of pleasure, both moaning softly and whispering praises into one another’s ears. With his face buried into Aether’s neck like this, Xiao felt so very safe, so very loved. He could close his eyes like this and let himself take everything his love had to give him.
When the heat between Xiao’s thighs became too much to bear, he released one arm’s hold on Aether and slotted it between their bodies, lurching up when his fingers found his clit. Helpless noises were lost against Aether’s neck as Xiao rubbed over his own clit, and his thighs squeezed around Aether’s hips. By now Xiao was downright incoherent, uttering things that he thought were breathless praises and pleas for his release. It was here that Aether opted to lift himself up, holding himself up over Xiao as he languidly fucked into the wet heat. Xiao fixated on Aether above him, his mouth open around gasps and moans. One of Aether’s hands left where it was planted into the grass, and instead he gently gripped Xiao’s jaw, coaxing him to keep looking at Aether above.
“I want to watch you make a mess,” Aether murmured, sounding just as breathless as Xiao felt. “Won’t you cum for me?”
That was all it took; Xiao couldn’t bear to let his love down. His hand picked up, contrasting with the slow thrusts that reached so deep inside him. And then—all that he could manage was a muted squeak as his climax hit him once again. His eyes screwed shut, his hips bucked and rutted against Aether’s own, and his hand kept working. In seconds Xiao’s breath returned to him, and the absolutely broken sound that erupted out of him was to die for. Aether fucked him through it, grinding deep into him each time he thrust in.
Aether soon stilled, and he wanted more than anything to remember this image forever. Xiao’s eyes were closed, his brows furrowed, and his mouth was open around labored breaths and overwhelmed little noises as the last shocks of his orgasm washed through him; his hand was now pressed flat into his belly, and his back was arched high off the ground. When he finally eased back onto the grass with a tired noise, Aether released his face and made to pull out of him. But that only had panic setting in for Xiao, and he reached out to hold Aether’s hips, halting his retreat.
“Please,” he said, his voice worn out by now, “keep going. I-it is my favorite part of this, you know. When I get to feel all of you inside.”
“Oh, Xiao.” In an instant Aether was hunched over him, laying an open-mouthed kiss into the side of his neck, then sucking hard, sure to leave a bruise of ugly red and purple for all of Liyue to see. Xiao would have it no other way. “You can’t just say things like that,” he said into Xiao’s skin. “I’ll go crazy.” Then, he was raising himself again, holding himself over Xiao with one straight arm so he could brush Xiao’s hair out of his face once more. “How do you want it? Same as before?”
“Please?” Xiao asked him so, so softly, and Aether decided right then that he would like to give Xiao the world.
“Of course. Anything for you.” He kissed Xiao once again as the previous pace resumed. Xiao clung to him, hooking his arms up around his shoulder blades and splaying his hands flat over the nape of his neck. His forehead knocked against Xiao’s, and the two of them practically swallowed up one another’s hushed sounds. Kiss after kiss after kiss soon became nothing more than panting and groaning into one another’s mouths and lazy tangles of tongues.
When Aether whispered into Xiao’s ear that his peak was upon him, Xiao pushed lightly at his chest. “Move up,” he said, softly. “I want to see your face when you cum.”
Aether could never refuse him anything, and so he straightened his arms and rose up once again, bracing his palms against the grass as his hips kept working. He wanted to close his eyes, not quite used to being observed while he was in the throes of his own pleasure. Xiao tentatively reached up, but his hand was steady when it laid against Aether’s cheek. Without much thinking at all, Aether turned his head just enough to be able to press a light kiss to the heel of Xiao’s hand. It only took a dozen or so more of those languid thrusts for his hips to stutter and for his arms to nearly fail him when his own orgasm crashed into him like a wave that washed over him and dragged him beneath the surface.
Xiao watched his eyes screw shut and his jaw drop, listened to him helplessly pant and groan as it all washed over him. That beautiful heat blossomed inside him, filling him up so much that it just about ached. He had never been filled twice in one sitting before—he wondered how it would feel when he was filled with so much cum that it rounded his belly.
When Aether pulled out he was panting, and he planted a short kiss on Xiao’s lips. “Hey,” Aether murmured against his swollen lips. “I want you to give me one more.”
“More?” repeated Xiao, winded. He felt he might go mad if he was pushed through even one more.
“Just the one. And then we can be done. I promise.” Aether shifted to instead press a kiss to his brow. “Can you do that for me, love?”
Xiao was nothing if not a good boy for his love. He nodded, staring at Aether’s collarbones. “Y-yes,” he whispered. “I can do it.”
It was overwhelming when Aether’s fingers circled his clit once again. It took no time for Xiao’s hips to twist away from the stimulation after so many orgasms, to the point that Aether had to press him into the grass with his free hand to keep him still. Helpless sobs tumbled endlessly past his lips, and Xiao was half certain that he might have heard himself insist that it was too much—far too much—as he clawed at Aether’s working arm. Although, he couldn’t be so sure of himself when Aether did not let up. Something about being denied his mercy, being pushed and pushed and pushed until it quite possibly shattered him, drew an unnecessary amount of heat between his thighs. It felt like forever until Xiao felt that his climax was upon him once again, and he wasn’t entirely sure that it wouldn’t knock him right out. Even so, Aether continued, rubbing over his clit and watching his every reaction as he slipped further and further into madness.
Xiao couldn’t actually remember what happened between the tension snapping into blinding pleasure and finding himself in that mansion, lying in a bed with his limbs entangled with Aether’s. When he blinked his eyes open, there was his love, peering right back at him. In an instant, a gentle hand found his cheek.
“You doing okay?” Aether asked him softly.
Xiao nodded, still groggy. “I’m all right,” he murmured.
“You had me worried for a bit there,” said Aether.
Xiao hummed. “Apologies,” he said like a sigh. “I am not used to such treatment. But…it was good. I am quite content.”
Aether pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around Xiao’s waist and pressing a gentle kiss into the side of his neck. Xiao felt himself drifting right back into sleepiness. “Yeah? It was good for me too.”
Another, sleepier hum. “That’s good.” Xiao curled himself around Aether, taking free liberty in wrapping his legs around Aether’s waist and burying his hands in Aether’s hair. “Words cannot express how deeply I love you.” Another kiss against his shoulder had Xiao drifting right back into that dizzy haze in his head, and soon enough he was sinking down into a deep, dark sea of sleep.