"Aether, you smell wonderful," Venti abruptly remarked, inclining toward the table, the troubadour had requested that he go with him to the bar to unwind in the wake of a monotonous day at the celebration, Paimon, his voyaging buddy had remained in the great tracker with Sarah at his refusal to endure the modest poet.
"Much thanks to you, I assume." His fingers clung to the container of apple juice that had been given "Expert Diluc's orders," Charles had disclosed to him when he had would not give him wine regardless of Venti's conspicuous objections. as well…
"Please, I'm not so much as a human," the green eyed murmur, his cheek leaning against the table, "you shouldn't stress over that"
"In any case, you don't have the Mora to pay more," he scoured at him, a sharp demeanor framing on the archon's young face that immediately loose.
"You win, this round and we go
it's fine… "
Said and done, Venti completed his container and leaving the cash to Charles they left, the poet, as he said himself, was not influenced by liquor, his talking and strolling were ordinary regardless of having completed three entire jugs of tooth wine. of Lion.
Diverse thing for him, he feels dazed, suffocated or more all, hot.
He feels awfully hot right now, wheezing for air feeling choked, his body becoming heavier and tumbling to the side of the troubadour who holds him firmly.
"You don't look generally excellent," says the inverse, sinking his nose into his hair, a profound murmur getting away from his lips "in spite of the fact that you smell so lovely Aether" the archon's voice was abnormally profound notwithstanding his puerile appearance "maybe, I should take you where you are remaining, wouldn't you say, voyager? A hand squeezed to his midsection as He could feel the minstrel's warm breath rose on his cheek.
The Inn where he was right now remaining was near to the passage of the city, when entering the secretary on the job welcomed them amenably, Venti felt his pockets until he tracked down his key appearance it cordially, the young lady benevolently guided the heading permitting the versifier toward take it.
The entire time he clung to Venti, his nose waiting on the weak fragrance he radiated, it was sweet, amazingly fond of the skirt of cloying. He clung to the troubadour as intently as he could without understanding him until they went into the room.
There was an interior snap as the entryway shut behind them.
"V-Venti, much obliged for bringing me." He leaves, yet the hand that holds his midsection doesn't release, the thin fingers diving into his uncovered skin. "V-Venti?"
"Goodness my dear explorer" Venti's arms boldly encompass him as his nose sinks into his throat "I thought it was only your looks, however your fragrance is likewise dazzling."
"I-I need you to go, please Venti." He feels himself biting the dust, his breathing revives and his heartbeat takes off hazardously, his hands delving into the troubadour's articles of clothing.
You had even requested a particular space for a daily schedule.
He heaved as he felt different's lips on his skin, wet kisses spreading down his neck to his jaw, the minstrel's hands slid down his back into his jeans and boldly kneading his butt, allowing the dampness to spread further.
He slapped Venti's shoulders, however there was no point, he wound up lying on his back while the inverse grinned fiendishly, eliminating his shroud and setting it to the side on the bed.
Allow me to figure my dear voyager, didn't you anticipate it? The minstrel's wicked hands slithered up his midsection stroking the uncovered skin, up to the stitch of his top and under it, slim fingers squeezing his areolas. "Nobody anticipates it, e-he. I'm right around 3,000 years of age my dear Aether, I have figured out how to control my pheromones
B-yet…
You additionally overwhelmed me, yet you trusted in — at long last his top was totally lifted, his areolas noticeable all around while Venti dealt with playing with them
you figured I wouldn't discover, that I was a beta and I wouldn't feel your fragrance, yet I did And I love it, I love it as much as apples or wine. "He murmured, stooping and taking the correct areola between his lips.
he groaned profoundly, his mental soundness was gradually lost among strokes and kisses, his hands clung to the sheets as the warmth expanded and his thinking lost in warmth of desire.
He doesn't have the foggiest idea how long passed, yet it was convoluted for his body, Venti was without a doubt a barbarous alpha, playing and ridiculing him, strolling his fingers shamelessly through his passage, playing with his part and pressing so he didn't come, kissing close of your organ and delicately covering your teeth without entering the skin.
He saw himself asking for him, shouting to him through tears perceiving how the other didn't quit denoting his skin as he scoured against his body, his stain trickled and saturated the sheets under him, his pieces of clothing had flown some time in the past, totally presented to the archon.
"Aether," Venti sat up between his legs, his dressed part brushing against his passage. "May I know something?"
- E-eh? Decently well, he zeroed in on the archon, the green tone of his twists heightening alongside her look.
On Morax the thin fingers squeezed his glans, squeezing gently on the urethra making his body shiver I should know whether he had a go at anything, he may appear to be so guiltless however that old winged serpent is really deserving of doubt.
"Z-Zhongli?"
"That is the thing that he calls himself ... whatever." The archon pulled out his hand rapidly, testing his sanity, spreading them wide as he took a gander at his passage. "I realize he hasn't done anything to you, that old mythical beast has a preference for smelling his couples in any event, for one evening, there is no hint of their aroma so… "Venti kissed his tummy while unfastening her undergarment and jeans, an anemo mark framed marginally in the space where the archon's lips had kissed — I'll set aside the effort to check you as mine.
His eyes enlarged and a void was created in his stomach, Venti's part was similarly just about as misleading as the archon himself, swollen and red, he could swear that it was maybe double his and both he and the archon shared statures.
He's an alpha, he reminds himself, yet at the same time unnerved.
The versifier murmurs cheerfully as he controls the tip to its passage, squeezing the glans to dampen it, he moaned in pain at that, his body tense and his eyes didn't leave there.
"Please my dear explorer, I need you to unwind or it will hurt," he supported as one of his hands touched his skin beginning with the anemo blemish on his midsection. "Be a decent omega and get me," the dark haired man murmured as he moved toward his lips.
The kiss was eager, Venti had taken his part and started to rub covering his urethra and making a point to stay away from any hint of semen. He attempted to pull away when the archon squeezed, yet he halted him, one hand sticking him hard against the bed as he proceeded, tears depleting from his eyes as he could feel the alpha moving inch by inch until it was totally sheathed inside.
"You are so warm," Venti heaves, putting his temple on his chest, the sweet smell escalates in the room. "I can swear that you are adjusting to me, ah, you are a complete appeal.
"A-Alpha ... D-It harms," he stammered, his green eyes sparkling splendidly at his words and a wicked grin was brought into the world between his lips.
"Goodness, my sweet omega is out of luck, is that it?" Utilizing his arms, Venti rose marginally to be eye to eye, a slight development of his hips made the alpha part move inside him. "You need me to proceed, right?" You need me to ride you and top you off, is that right? Do you need my doggies within you?
Unfit to answer he just figured out how to gesture, he could swear the glimmer in the archon's eyes heightened before green pushed back hard.
The archon's lurches were practically creature, the thin hands you would ordinarily see holding a container of wine and playing the harp presently delving into his skin violently as he dressed him.
He couldn't fend his voice off, his hands pulling at the bedclothes searching for something to clutch, his legs influencing noticeable all around as the alpha proceeded.
The entire room sank into wet sounds and watery groans, Venti's sweet fragrance had covered the whole room and now his faculties were miserably numb.
The bed squeaked under them and I could swear there two or three thumps on the entryway yet it doesn't make any difference, he can't consider something besides the archon pushing his part through his passageway making his stain stream down his thighs, the wet sound arriving at your ears.
He opened his eyes with sickening dread and shock when he felt it, Venti's bunch hitting his passage, attempting to dive into it, he attempted to get up, however the alpha had pushed him, the archon had been savage enough to stick him against the bed as he entered, similar to his hands were held by the poet and as the bunch was at last pulled in.
he groaned and cried feeling the growing and hardness that assembled them, as the troubadour kept on moving his hips while gasping, red cheeks, as the canines came out as he gave the last blows.
Crushing his body with his Venti wound up coming, a practically ludicrous measure of seed filled him to the edge.
His head fell on the cushion as he felt the warm semen start to flood his internal parts, as he gradually recaptured his mental soundness, he attempted to relax, however the grasp on his hands was firm practically like shackles.
"Aether," Venti called, his voice was profound and fairly rough, the archon's brilliant eyes gazed at him. "My explorer, I'm upset for this," he said and before he could even pose an inquiry he was pushed once more, a moan of shock it got away from his lips as the poet thrusted back at him with trouble.
"W-Espe-Agh!"
Venti felt like a creature at that point, his bunch had not brought and he proceeded down to charge, his entire body moved to the sound of the archon. I can just perceive how it got hazardously near his neck and how everything abruptly obfuscated over.
.: OoO :.
He snorted depleted, his body felt totally drained, three appalling days of his warmth, he feels his gut swollen and he can swear that even a slight paunch had shaped, he moved marginally feeling the two arms of the guilty party wrap him all the more firmly, a quiet breath To his back.
"... Venti," I call, yet nothing, the archon just covered his face further into his back. "Venti," he attempted again and nothing, he took a full breath. "Barbatos, awaken," he nearly yells, yet his voice is dry and he can scarcely lift his head. voice.
The Anemo Archon squinted lethargically, a delicate grin decorating his face.
— Great morning ~
"No decent morning, are you an archon or a creature?" He snarls irritated, the poet simply smiles sitting down close to him, he can't sit up in his shroud.
In the event that you need it to be a creature ...
No! Ugh, I can't move, "he grumbles, dropping down," everything harms and, ah, I couldn't say whether Paimon is OK ...
"He should be with the proprietor of the motel," the archon remarked smoothly, his hand tranquilly touching her stomach, he snarled at that.
Quit doing that! He grumbles and the minstrel simply chuckles proceeding, a devilish look trying him to stop him, yet he realizes he can't on the grounds that he can scarcely move a finger — you better not ...
"Is it true that you are on tape?" — Venti remarked smoothly, his hand kept on touching his paunch with a slight grin — Don't stress explorer, despite the fact that I would cherish for you to convey my young doggies, I realize that this isn't the time, a benefit that he is an archon, wouldn't you say?
"In the event that you can dispose of the mating mark possibly and accept it as something to be thankful for," he snarls, yet Venti simply lets out a generous chuckle dropping to his side.
"That is incomprehensible dear Explorer, since I'm eccentric and I don't need another person to have you" I kiss his cheek "I don't need another moronic alpha encompassing you, searching for your consideration, simply have eyes for me, alright? Another kiss and the troubadour smoothly left.
"Ugh… " he let out a profound moan, suffocating in the sheets realizing that from now into the foreseeable future there would just be huge issues with his, presently, alpha.