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The green-clad bard is well known in Mondstadt for his delicate voice and playing style. His songs are easy on the ear, and his form easy on the eyes. His soft features, emerald eyes and infectious laugh is enough to bring a smile to anyone’s face. It’s rumoured that his charm has even moved the ever-stoic Diluc Ragnvindr. His slim fingers are often seen strumming a tune on his well-loved lyre, his gentle voice melodically drifting through the breeze.
Right now, those fingers are tightly gripping the sheets of a bed in Wangshu Inn, his melodic voice spouting out cries of pleasure. The vigilant yaksha was perched above him, an uncharacteristic smirk playing at the corners of his lips. He ran a hand down Venti’s fair skin, tracing the archon markings on his chest and thigh. His other hand was busy with the bard’s hole, spreading him open in ways that made the usually composed composer unravel completely.
Having the mighty archon of Mondstadt squirming under Xiao drastically gave his ego a boost. He brought his lips down to Venti’s neck, leaving a trail of nips and kisses in his wake, making the one below him let out more noises that, despite his beautiful singing, greatly outdoes any other sound he could make in Xiao’s opinion. Xiao was holding back his urge to completely destroy the god, to break him from the inside. His resolve was slipping however as Venti gasped out his name in a whimper. Not ‘Xiao’ but:
“Alatus…”
It had been many a moon since he had been called by that name, and the breathy way it was uttered caused a wave of heat to rush to his lower area. He trailed his hand back up to grab Venti’s chin, tilting his adorably round face up to look at him. The bard’s hair had fallen out of its usual braids and his face was redder than the hair of the pyro archon, eyes unfocused and watery as Xiao’s digits continued their relentless pace in and out of him, filling the small room with lude sounds. Venti’s eyes were begging him to quit the foreplay and fuck him.
Xiao planted a tender kiss on his forehead, contrasting to the current situation. He slowly dragged his fingers out of the god, savouring how the walls clenched on them and resisted the movement. He brought his fingers to his mouth and made sure Venti watched as he sucked the slick off them, his smirk never faltering.
Venti dragged him down with a pout and kissed him, tongues swirling in a dance only lovers know the steps of. Venti’s legs kicked up and settled around Xiao’s waist, trapping him between his thighs. The bard’s lips were stained with the taste of wine, as they so often were. Xiao had never enjoyed the feeling of being drunk, but he would happily get drunk on Venti every day if he could. When they broke the kiss, the archon was looking up at the adepti with pleading eyes.
“Use your words, Lord Barbatos.” It was a bad habit of Xiao’s to refer to all the archons as either lord or lady, something brought upon by his nature of serving the Geo Archon. Though Venti usually became all awkward and embarrassed when being referred to by his title, with Xiao it was always different. Like that name was a blessing rather than a curse from Celestia and he’d do anything to hear the loyal adepti utter it like he always does.
“Please Alatus…” Venti nearly sobbed the words. He felt so hot and bothered and needed a release, he needed the yaksha inside him. “Please fuck me until I forget everything! Please!”
Xiao became aware of his throbbing cock, precum leaking out of the slit as he felt his resolve crumbling again at Venti’s words.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I’m a god, I’ll be fine!” The soft giggle lasted for a moment before it was replaced by a needy whine.
Xiao gave in, gripping the underside of Venti’s thighs and pressing them forward, folding him in half. This earned a small squeak from the bard. Though Venti was splayed on the bed, messy and unkept, in the eyes of anyone with taste he looked majestic. The tips of his hair, his eyes and his archon markings were emitting a soft glow, bathing the god’s delicate skin a light teal tone in places. He’s smaller than people expect, ribs clearly showing in places. It’s no surprise considering that he lives on wine and the odd apple, he is an archon after all and has no need for food as mortals do. However, it still does take its toll on his form.
Another whine from Venti paired with his hips rising to meet Xiao’s made the last of his self-control dissipate. He gripped Venti’s waist to keep him pinned to the bed – likely hard enough to leave bruises – and lined himself up. This rewarded an excited noise from the bard. Without warning he pushed in, bottoming out within seconds. This caused Venti’s back to arch almost painfully off the bed, head thrown back and eyes wide with unshed tears from the sudden fullness.
After barely a minute, the archon’s hips began to roll against Xiao’s, seeking friction. Taking this as the all clear, Xiao began with slow thrusts, relishing every gasp and moan that spilled from Venti’s pretty lips. The way his walls clenched so perfectly around the adepti’s cock caused the latter to let out a grunt.
‘P-please Alatus…’ Venti begged, arms wrapping around to claw at Xiao’s back. He could barely speak around the moans that clogged his throat. ‘I need more…’
‘I don’t want to break you.’ In truth, he did. Venti’s consent was more important. It was with great difficulty that he pushed past the sensation of himself deep inside the warm tightness to focus on Venti’s face.
‘I want you to break me...’ It was more said as a breath, his eyes needy and pleading.
The combination of the words and how it was said let Xiao put his worries to rest. He stopped his thrusts and leaned forward; his mouth next to Venti’s ear. The bard shuddered.
‘Don’t regret this.’ He said in a low, almost dangerous voice. He leaned back again, tightening his grip on Venti’s waist. There would definitely be bruises.
Without warning, he snapped his hips against Venti’s again and again, pounding into him relentlessly and relishing the way the walls quivered around him. The moans bordering on screams that left the archon’s lips rushed from Alatus’ ears straight to his dick. He was drunk on the feeling of the god, only wanting to hear his cries and nothing more.
Venti had leaned forward and sunk his teeth into the place where his neck and shoulder connected in an attempt to muffle himself. Xiao felt the sharp pain and trickle of hot blood but this only caused him to increase his pace again, showing no mercy. Not long after, he felt the bard spasm with his release. Xiao let out a grunt as he was squeezed and didn’t stop his thrusts.
Soon Venti was clawing at his back, tears streaming down his face and babbling something incoherent from the overstimulation. His body was flushed and he was glowing, his eyes rolling back into his head and back arching so far, you’d have thought it was trying to ascend to Celestia. His delicate soft skin was dotted with love bites and hickeys. He was completely fucked out, the ecstasy sending him further than Celestia on a high he wished to never fall from.
‘I wonder what the people of Mondstadt would think if they saw their precious archon reduced to a moaning slut on my cock.’ He practically spat out the word slut, emphasising it. He wasn’t entirely sure whether or not Venti currently had the ability to comprehend his words, but he seemed to react positively to his voice either way.
It wasn’t long before Venti came a second time, Xiao following in close suit. He would’ve pulled out but as the god came his walls tightened to the point that Xiao couldn’t have gotten out even if he tried. He let the other roll his hips back a bit to ride out his high before pulling out, cum leaking from his hole. Both were panting and Xiao let himself fall back onto the bed. Venti wriggled over to rest his head on the adepti’s chest, passing out mere moments later. They could clean up in the morning.