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Cyno was reeling. He had just come home from patrol duty around Sumeru City, looking forward to fixing himself something simple and nice he'd take to his couch before enjoying his evening by sorting through his TCG collection, but his plans for the night had abruptly hit a wall when he had come face to face with a familiar ahoge peeking over the back of his couch.
"What are you doing here?" Cyno asked without ceremony, putting his spear down against the wall.
He saw the ahoge sway as Alhaitham reacted to his words, and Cyno quickly stepped around the couch to face him. As expected, the man had a book in his hand, one leg crossed over the other, glancing up at Cyno.
"Kaveh brought Tighnari over" was all he gave for explanation, teal eyes flicking back down to his book. They were not moving along the words though, so Cyno figured he was faking it.
"So?" Cyno put his hands on his hips "Who said I have to let you stay over?"
Despite Cyno's words, this predictament wasn't exactly uncommon. Alhaitham had gotten into quite the habit of breaking into Cyno's place for the most incredulous reasons. When it wasn't Kaveh having his boyfriend over, it was Alhaitham needing a change of scenery to read his latest book in, or the Scribe supposedly basking in the soothing calmness of the place as he drafted up yet another report.
The one constant was that every single time he was over, the evening ended with the two bodies wrapped up in a hot embrace on Cyno's bed. While it was a nice means to take the edge off another stressful and exhausting day for Cyno, he still couldn't shake off the annoyance he felt for the other man.
"Tighnari's your friend, it's your responsibility" Alhaitham eventually supplied, continuing his pretend reading under Cyno's ever annoyed glare.
"Get real!" Cyno snapped and yanked Alhaitham's book out of his grasp, throwing it across the room. It ended its flight against a bookcase, falling to the floor in a light thud.
Alhaitham raised his now empty hand to rub at his temple, lips curled down into a scowl at the sight of his book lying open on the floor, some pages undoubtedly damaged from the rough treatment it had been put through. He had had such a hard time securing that physics book as well, visiting every library in Sumeru on foot due to the Akasha's shutdown, until he eventually ordered it straight from Liyue. He had just retrieved it from Port Ormos that morning and had been looking forward to starting it, then Kaveh's unbashedly loud whorish moans had made any reading utterly impossible, and now Cyno had just thrown it across the room like it was worthless trash.
Alhaitham's fingers itched with the need to make the little brat repent for his action. He quickly decided to act on these urges and reached out to Cyno, smirking when he felt the smaller man shudder around the two steady hands enveloping his own over his hips, looking down into Alhaitham's dark eyes.
"Very well." He said "Since you're being such a nuisance, I will bestow you my unreserved attention" He elaborated before easily pulling Cyno down onto his lap, the shorter man letting out a surprised gasp as he was forced into straddling Alhaitham.
Cyno's cheeks took on a pretty pink hue, hands bracing themselves over Alhaitham’s broad shoulders. He tried not to dwell on how well his body fit perfectly over Alhaitham's thighs, the familiar feeling of the strong legs under him spurring him on to relax in the embrace. A shiver ran down his spine at the feeling of the Scribe's hair grazing over the sensitive skin of his neck, nose nudging along the skin before he found a spot he liked and licked his lips-
"Ah!" Cyno moaned in surprise when a hot mouth clamped down on the soft skin of his shoulder, right where it met his neck. He shuddered in Alhaitham's lap, a rush of heat pooling in his belly as the Scribe sucked at the skin, making wet noises whenever he swiped a tongue over the new bite. That patch on his shoulder felt like scorching fire to Cyno, the stimulation having him writhe a bit, grinding down against Alhaitham's crotch for some kind of relief to his growing erection. But the thick layers of clothes between them were decidedly unsatisfying.
Before he could voice his demand that the other take off his clothes, Cyno found himself flipped to his front across the couch, two large hands curled tightly around his chest right under his armpits as they manhandled him exactly how Alhaitham wanted him to be. Cyno whimpered as these big hands ran down his chest, long fingers grazing at his pert nipples before trailing downward to his small waist, clenching down then as though getting a feel of the narrow figure of Cyno. The shorter man didn't need to look down to know Alhaitham's fingers were meeting each other at the end around his tiny waist, and he couldn't supress the rush of hopelessness he felt at the sensation of being so utterly dwarfed.
One hand remained on his waist, holding him in place, while the other continued its exploration down Cyno's body. Fingers brushed past his hip, then hooked into the band of his shorts before slipping them down easily. Cyno breathed as the ambiant air hit his bare ass, expectfully tensing up as he awaited Alhaitham's touch there.
First, there was the palm of a big hand fully encasing then fondling one bubbly asscheek, the edge of fingertips grazing along Cyno's lower back. Cyno whimpered, leaning back into the touch, willing Alhaitham to stray lower, spread his cheeks, rub at his entrance.
The hold on his ass went away instead, and before Cyno could muster the words to complain, it came back crashing down with a loud smack.
"Haitham!" Cyno cried out, jerking up in shock at the sudden spanking. The hand on his waist forced him to hold his position, all he could do was crane his head back to look at the Scribe. "What's your deal?!" He angrily hissed, and if Alhaitham didn't know better he'd be expecting angry cat ears to pop out of his scalp.
He looked down at the cheek he had just hit, gently stroking over the red imprint his hand had left on the skin. Quickly enough, he saw Cyno relax back into his grip, the tension in his body readily melting away as his shoulders dropped, face digging into the armrest.
Alhaitham would have basked in the view of a fully relaxed and content Cyno sprawled on the couch, but the corpse of his book flashed at the edge of his vision. And so he raised his hand again, and struck him with the same power.
"Fuck you!" Cyno cursed, uselessly trying to cant his hips away "What the fuck?!" He threw him a hot glare over his shoulder then, not accepting Alhaitham's gentle rubbing as a tacit apology anymore.
Alhaitham grinned to himself at how prettily the tan skin had taken on the shape of his hand, his cock stirring in his pants as he imagined Cyno would be feeling the sting on his ass for days after this.
"This is punishment for damaging my belongings" Alhaitham evenly replied, groping at the sore skin, relishing the shudders that wrecked through Cyno's body at the rough touch.
"You're shitting me, you're the one with no notion of private prope-" Cyno's words died on his tongue as yet another painful slap met the skin of his ass. He whined, shifting under Alhaitham's grip but the other wasn't letting go of his hip.
"As I said," Alhaitham repeated in a commending tone "This is punishment", he stressed the words with another hit on the pretty red cheek, revelling in the way it tensed right before his palm landed. "As such, you'll lie tight and keep your crass mouth shut, and hopefully your bratty attitude will give way to submission and compliance."
"Fuck off!" Cyno squirmed, uselessly attempting to kick at Alhaitham with his legs "I will kill you" he threatened, and Alhaitham registered the dangerous red glint in his eyes. Cyno was serious in his threat.
That knowledge spurred a bigger grin on Alhaitham's features, bordering on straight up sadistic as he tightened his grip on Cyno's waist "Oh, Cyno" Alhaitham shook his head amusedly "Have you not registered the situation you are currently in? Your words hold no weight when you're pinned underneath me."
He spread out his hand then, spanning the entire stretch of Cyno's middle with one palm "See? You're clearly no match for me, so won't you spare me the cringeworthy attitude?"
"Nev-" That big hand slapped his ass again "I will nev-" Cyno tried, but his words once again broke off as another hit landed. He whimpered, tears welling up at his eyes from the pain and shameful arousal that was building up inside him, each further hit sending a bolt of heat to his dick that was quickly becoming alert to the situation. He couldn't believe his treacherous body was revelling in being spanked raw by Alhaitham.
That didn't go unnoticed by Alhaitham. The Scribe quickly picked up on the way Cyno gradually leaned into his touch rather than pulling away, almost anticipating his hits as he arched his back, bending himself into a beautiful dip as he raised his bright red ass, pretty erect dick peeking through the gap between his small thighs, dripping precum at the tip.
Alhaitham smirked at the view. He hadn't quite expected that Cyno would be getting off on this. But he could work with that, he mused as he kneaded at the sore skin of his ass, getting a thrill out of Cyno's gasp of pain. "It seems you've understood your position now" Alhaitham taunted with a string of three slaps in quick succession, Cyno's cries filling in the silence. "I have to say, having the General Mahamatra greedily shove his abused rear at me for me to spank doesn't quite befit the image I had of you." He chuckled, cock filling out as he admired how Cyno's (upper) cheeks flushed bright at his words, body trembling in his grip.
"Pretty" Alhaitham's hand crashed down again, lower, grazing along Cyno's balls, earning a mewl from Cyno, "Submissive" he did it again, putting most of the weight of the slap against his rim this time. While his fingers were there, he spread the left cheek apart, revealing Cyno's tight hole to him "And breedable. That's how I like you" He concluded, shamelessly staring at the other's entrance.
Cyno whimpered under him, reduced to nothing but small needy noises as the man above him did as he pleased with his now pliant body. He heard some shuffling behind him, and he braced himself for another delicious hot slap over his ass, but what he felt instead was a warm nimble muscle teasingly prob at his hole, lapping around it before dipping just inside.
The sensation sent Cyno's dick twitching, yielding a content squeak out of him. He hungrily grinded his ass back into Alhaitham's face, the other's nose bumping along his rim. He could feel the smug curl of the Scribe's lips against his hole, but couldn't find it in himself to argue, submitting to the long tongue driving its way inside his body instead, shuddering and dripping precum down the couch as it licked at his innermost parts.
"So good, fuck..." Cyno whimpered, shedding tears of pleasure as his walls readily opened around the warm tongue, Alhaitham licking at him with intent as he probbed around for that one bundle of nerves he knew should be around...
"Ah! Gonna come, fuck!"
Here.
One stroke of his tongue against it was all it took for hot insides to grip down on him, Cyno's cock twitching as it came untouched on the couch in two or three spurts. He felt the other shudder around him as he didn't let up on his lapping, twisting his tongue inside Cyno for a few minutes after that to ensure he was properly slicked up.
"Hnng…hurts… " Cyno whined, trembling on Alhaitham’s tongue, nerves crying out in sheer sensitivity under the Scribe’s unrelenting assaults.
All that filled the room for the next few minutes were Cyno’s needy little noises along with Alhaitham’s slurping sounds. In that stretch of time, Alhaitham took notice of Cyno’s small cock giving valiant twitches, powering through its refractory period as fresh precum oozed down the length, blending in with the sticky mess already on the couch. The Scribe smirked at the sight, and, once he deemed Cyno wet enough to take him, slipped outside, successfully avoiding Cyno’s greedy walls clamping down in an attempt to trap him in.
"Did you like my tongue so much?" Alhaitham chuckled, and, for good measure, struck his hand down Cyno’s mostly spared left cheek, teal eyes darkly clouding over as he relished the full body shudder that rocked through Cyno at the sudden touch.
"A-as if…!" Cyno bit back, skinny thighs trembling as he felt two big hands cover up his ass, thick thumbs digging into either side of his rim and spreading the cheeks apart, revealing the slicked up entrance to Alhaitham.
"Your slutty cunt tells a different story" Alhaitham teased him, pulling the cheeks further apart, eating up how well he had opened up Cyno for him.
Cyno blushed, electing to ignore the violent twitch in his cock at the lewd choice of words "Fuck you" he gritted out, instantly regretting it when Alhaitham sighed behind him and let go of his ass. He braced himself for an impact that never came, ears perking up as he heard the sound of a zipper going down. Then he felt a familiar hand going back to pull his cheek to the side and a thick girth nudge along his entrance, grinding into it, tip barely popping in.
Cyno arched his back, tried to rock back into Alhaitham, but the man dodged every attempt, pulling away whenever Cyno's hole barely caught on his dick. After more unsuccessful attempts at eating up that cock, Cyno groaned in frustration "Come on Haitham! You know you're dying to fuck me" Cyno reached back with his own hand to spread his other asscheek -he bit back a hiss at the painful sting-, presenting a tentalizing meal to the man behind him. He heard Alhaitham's breath catch in his throat and was about to smirk triumphantly but the Scribe spoke up.
"Beg."
"What?"
Alhaitham leaned in, the fat head of his cock barely edging into Cyno's hole as he hovered over Cyno's body to speak right into his ear "Beg for me to fuck your pretty cunt full, Cyno." Cyno flushed, shaking his head against the armrest.
"Go fuck yourself" He snarled, expecting Alhaitham to give up on his bullshit and get on with it, but instead what he got was the loss of that delicious weight over his hole, ass desperately clenching around nothing. "You disappoint me, Cyno." Alhaitham sighed, the hot hand on Cyno's ass going away as well "When you're fucking yourself to an half-assed orgasm after this you had better remember you brought it upon yourself" He heard Alhaitham shuffle behind him, and looked back to see the Scribe sitting up from the couch, underwear pulled back up, still tented by an obvious erection. Cyno thought he was going to cry, hopelessly watching the cock he longed for so much slip from his grasp.
Before Cyno could catch himself he had put his head back down on the couch, his free arm reaching back to pull his other cheek apart, "No, no don't go please!" He shamelessly begged into the armrest, bending his back to put his ass high up, letting Alhaitham see how he was starving for it "Please Daddy, stuff my pussy full of your big meaty cock." The pitiful words flew out before Cyno could even think about it, desperate to get Alhaitham to change his mind and give him the fucking he needed.
Cyno's shoulders slumped with relief as he sensed the couch dip below the added weight of Alhaitham's knee, the Matra jerking as he felt a hot hand fully covering his, thumb rubbing along his exposed hole "How can I reject such a pretty request from my little slut?" he smirked, tugging his underwear down enough for his cock to jut out.
Cyno happily mewled as finally that huge cock was nudging into his hole, the tip readily sliding inside, further stretching Cyno around the thick limb. Strained moans came from Cyno as he clawed at the couch, entirely focused on the burn in his ass as Alhaitham forced his insides open around his cock.
After several more inches fed into Cyno, Alhaitham finally bottomed out, pelvis pressed flush against the skin of Cyno's ass, white contrasting nicely with the darker skin.
Cyno whined, reaching down to his navel to palm at his tummy, making out the bulge of Alhaitham's cock through the skin "S-so full..." he was drooling onto the armrest, lips permanently open around heavy gasps. Having his stomach stretched thin around Alhaitham's cock was strangely grounding to him, he realized, he felt claimed and owned by that heavy stretch deep in his guts.
He felt the bulge recede as Alhaitham pulled out, before the skin molded itself back around the girthy cock when he thrusted back inside. Tears welled up at Cyno's eyes, his hand over his belly not missing a single reshape of his insides.
He jerked a little when he felt Alhaitham's hand curl around his over his belly, the taller man leaning down to slur into his ear in a deep, husky voice "Remember how freaked out you were when you first swelled prettily around my cock, Cyno? Crying on my cock, begging me to pull out?" Cyno nodded, tears trailing down his cheeks "Now though, you can't get enough of this can you? Stroking that belly bump each time we have sex, you long to be swollen and heavy with babies don't you?".
Cyno's shoulders jerked at that, a yearning high pitched moan slipping past his lips, and Alhaitham let out a surprised hiss as the warm insides instantly squeezed down on his cock. He felt a hot liquid hit the hand that was on Cyno's belly and realized the other had come from the mere promise of being knocked up.
"...I will take that as a yes." Alhaitham continued rocking in and out of Cyno's hole, flicking his eyes down to watch how the greedy little pussy wrapped perfectly around his girth. He used his large hand to rub at Cyno's tummy, right where the head of his cock pressed in, "I make do on every promise, Cyno. And that includes breeding you full of our kids".
Cyno moaned as Alhaitham's thrusts grew slower but delved much deeper, reaching uncharted depths as though he was looking for a womb to penetrate and dump his seed into. "H-haitham..." Cyno turned his head to look back at Alhaitham, teary red eyes silently begging him to draw closer and kiss him.
Cyno's small hand that was shaking next to his head was readily filled with Alhaitham's large one before the Scribe leaned down to take his lips into a hot, messy kiss, not pulling away even when Cyno's teeth grazed across his tongue after a deep thrust. Their tongues mingled together, kiss only breaking when a strained moan came from Cyno as Alhaitham brushed along his oversensitive spot with every roll of his hips. Alhaitham busied his mouth with Cyno's nape instead, nipping into the flushed skin before licking it wet and clamping his mouth around it, sucking hard along with his continuous thrusts.
"Haitham, fuck, I'm...!" Cyno trailed off, small body jerking under Alhaitham as he came for a third time, useless cock coming dry, already wrung out of any cum. His hand was still clutching at his belly, impatient for the hot sperm to fill him up. "Please breed me Daddy...Want your children..." He found himself whimpering, shamefully biting into his lip as he blushed brightly.
He heard Alhaitham take in a sharp breath at that, before he bucked his hips into him one last time and froze still, finally unloading his sperm inside Cyno's willing tummy, swelling him up with his heavy potent load. Cyno moaned at the sensation of hot spurts stuffing his insides, pussy greedily clenching down on Alhaitham's cock to ensure he wouldn't miss a drop before he slipped out.
"Don't pull out please...need it to take..." Cyno sobbed out, his lithe frame shaking. He was a bit hazy from his high, walls closing down on Alhaitham's softening cock to keep him in, make sure Cyno remained plugged full of his fertile seed.
He feverishly blinked as a large, warm hand cupped his scorching hot cheek, helping him come down from his daze. "Shh it's okay Cyno, I'm not going anywhere" Alhaitham promised softly, sliding out of Cyno despite the other's weak whines of protest, before wrapping a tight arm around Cyno's middle and maneuvering him over his lap as he sat back against the couch, quickly stuffing up his leaking hole again with his half hard cock.
Cyno clamped his arms around Alhaitham's shoulders and mewled contentedly against his ear, red eyes fluttering shut as he basked in the sensation of being full and heavy with thick, potent cum, belly bulging prettily with it under the soothening strokes of Alhaitham's fingers.
They stayed like this, slowly nodding off in each other's arms.