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Even with the slow build up, you’re absolutely correct in thinking that Laios would be more than attentive in the reactions you gave. As you said, “locked in”, most you’re getting from him is the random shiver of excitement he gets from eliciting a new sound from you.

The first time he heard you moan, it felt like a breakthrough to him! Playing with your dick, he would brush his fingers along the underside and watched your face with blown pupils- examining how your hips would stutter the closer he brushed against the tip, using the tip of his finger to pressure down a soft prod. Inhaling deeply when the head of your dick let out a faint sheen of pre.

Your dick was his favourite to play with, whether it be because he was someone who was good with his hands, or because of his oral fixation. During your ‘experiments’, he would simply lay your dick in his mouth, not doing anything but keeping himself suctioned to you. The desperation that painted your cheeks red was not something that went unnoticed. Sometimes, your dick would soften just a tad in his mouth and he would softly suckle to keep you hard- creating a whine in your throat.

Other times, with you in his mouth, he swirls his tongue around it- feeling it pulse and twitch in his mouth when he lapped over areas. Even prodding his tongue softly in the slit of your head- his mouth following you as you tried to escape the feeling of his hot mouth.

Much to his dismay, he had to experiment with spitting out your load to see if you cared about that at all- and to his surprise, you did! When he swallowed, you gave him a soft smile and caressed his cheek. In contrast, when he spat it out in a towel beside him or got up to the bathroom to spit it out, you seemed almost pouty. Still, you pet his head but it wasn’t a caress- really, he would be swallowing regardless but it was interesting to see that you actually cared about that part.

NOW! THE ASS PLAY, this was more specific, he knew it wouldn’t be as easy to observe proper results if you weren’t comfortable, having to learn the ‘art’ of preparation he made it a point to have an abundance of different methods to prep you.

It started out with lube, it took far more work and with his hands not used to using specific muscles and joints he also realized he needed to find a way to strengthen his own fingers and wrists. But, he enjoyed watching your legs twitch and try to close on him while he did no more than stroke his fingers around the ring of muscle.

During this, he would actually ask you inquiring questions- if you felt anything, what you felt, and when/how long it usually took for it to feel good.

You could be making the most lewd noises and faces, clutching the sheets beneath you with tears streaming down your face and while he would make note of it and glance at you from time to time- his real focus was on the way your ass sucked up his fingers, how your walls clenched down on the digits, when you bucked your hips or would grind down on his hand. When removing his fingers, he’d watch in a methodical satisfaction seeing how your ass clenched around nothing, seemingly hungry and desperate for more.

Once in awhile, he would try toys on you. Despite not being his favourite because he couldn’t actually feel you- it was a worthy experiment and did give him some good information. How easily overstimulated you became, how your legs would shake and your body quivering with the vibrations that came from some of them. Butt plugs having loosened you up throughout the day and making his prep less extensive (but oddly enough, he did not like that aspect.) Really, toys were just a fun novelty thing to try for him. He wasn’t all too sure how he felt about them when it was just him playing with your body but he did make mental notes that it may be fun in the future to play together. For now, they’re in the bottom of his drawers- it wasn’t as fun for him and he noticed that you didn’t enjoy the less personal touch. Toys are cold.

Sometimes, he would experiment with foreplay. Like massaging your thighs, feeling up and kneading your ass, or thrumming his fingers on your hips and pelvis. He would also experiment with playing with your nipples, seeing if you had any reaction to it- he knew nipples were sensitive but just how sensitive were they? Laios loved to trace lines where he could feel your ribs, whether you’re a plush and plump man or not, feeling the cage under your flesh and massaging against them was interesting to him. The same goes with your back, he would trace all up and down your spine- observing which areas you reacted to, was your tailbone a pressure point that he could get a reaction from? Did the vertebrae’s that met the back of your neck tickle?

Kaeya was absolutely smitten with the older brother of Barbara, soft gentle smiles as he helped Lisa around her Library when he wasn't at the church with his sister.

He was just so perfect and innocent.

"My my, If it isn't the church's prettiest deacon" Kaeya said smoothly as (name) stepped into the knights building, dressed in the male counterpart clothing of his sister albeit less idol themed "ah! Mr Kaeya it's a pleasure to see you again!" (Name) said with a slight blush as the handsome man sauntered over to (name), eyes doing filthy things to the poor man "what are you doing here though, Lisa is gone book collecting with the traveller"

"Well you see, I actually came to see you!" (Name) said cheerfully much to the blue haired man's surprise"really and why is that?"

"I...wanted to see if you possibly wanted to get lunch with me" (name) was a mess at this point as Kaeya took a moment to process this saint like creatures words but apparently he took too long because (name) looked a little heartbroken "O-oh I must have misread the signals, I'm very sorry Mr. Kaeya, L-lets forget I said anything..." (Name) said chuckling nervously as he turned to walk away only to be pulled back by Kaeya "now now, I never said no did I? Who could deny such a request"

(Name) was a goner at this point, his sister's didn't tell him what to do if he said yes!

"O-ok!"

The two went out and soon the day became more than just lunch, somehow (name) ended up pinned between the wall and Kaeya as the tanned man ravished his neck and hands slowly took apart his clothes while his leg rubbed against (name)s crotch "so fuckin' pretty, the prettiest little thing in the country" Kaeya said deeply as he let (name) tug at his hair, the sweet angel was most definitely a virgin.

"You want me to take you? Ruin you for anyone else?"

"I-I...please Kaeya...."

That was the first time he heard (name) say his name without 'mr' stamped infront of it and Kaeya would be a dirty liar if he said it didn't go straight to his cock "lemme take you home, your first time shouldn't be in a grimy alleyway"

(Name) let himself be led to kaeyas home and let the blue eyed man strip him down on Kaeyas bed "god, I might just keep you here... Serve my cock and be my little fuck bunny" Kaeya said almost thoughtfully as he imagined (name) in bunny ears and a cotton tail and groaned.

Another time.

He needed to focus on the shy baby boy before him, a red blush looking away with a painfully hard cock he tried to hide.

All for the taking.

Keaya stripped down and watched (name) carefully as the sweet Deacon gave into temptation "touch yourself for me" Kaeya commanded and (name) blushed heavily as he looked at the other "don't you want to be my good boy?"

That seemed to do something, Kaeya keeping that in his memory for later as he watched (name) shyly nice his hand down and stroke his cock, letting out soft moans as he looked away and his his mouth behind his hand.

He wanted to be a good boy for Kaeya so badly.

He like Kaeya so much it hurt, the thought of being bad for him oh (name) wouldn't allow it.

"Don't cum yet bunny" Kaeya said as he moved his hand the the base of (name)s cock "you only get to cum on my cock alright?"

"O-ok..." (Name) said obediently as he let Kaeya manhandle him, every touch seemed to unlock more and more of (name)s inner slut as he was settlled ass up as Kaeya licked his virgin hole "ah! No! That's dirty!" (Name) said panicked and kaeya just pulled his ass closer to his face "looks good to me" he mumbled before eating (name) out, keeping a tight grip on the beautiful shaking man's cock to keep him from cumming.

He'd cum on Kaeyas cock and it alone.

Using his spare hand he fondled (name)s glorious ass and spread it for better access as he continued his meal, the sound of (name)s beautiful melodic moans sent shivers down his spine.

They were so needy

So desperate

Like the call of a siren

And he was a foolish sailor

(Name)s ass had loosened enough for Kaeya to introduce his fingers and God he could tell already that even with prep his bunny was gonna be tight.

Three fingers and he still felt like a tight fuck toy.

"You sure you want this, you can always back down" Kaeya said softly to his bunny as he turned him over, (name) teary eyed and looking at him so desperately "p-please be gentle"

"Of course baby, don't wanna tear this cute little ass"

Kaeya grabbed some oil beside his bed and rubbed it on his cock, smiling all cocky as he guided his cock inside the others messy little hole.

He was right.

Even with prep his ass was still tight as hell "f-fuck!" (Name) squeaked out and Kaeya felt his brain short circuit as he took in (name), the sweetest and most innocent man in all of mondstadt just swore.

He didn't even think that was possible honestly.

"God you're so fucking hot"

Kaeya slowly pulled his cock out to the tip before thrusting harshly in, creating a slow deep and rough pace as (name) quickly came undone, already fucked out and begging for more.

Who knew he would be such a little cock whore?

"God baby, you're so good" Kaeya said pulling (name) into a soft kiss, continuing his thrusts as he slowly heated the kiss up, swallowing all those cute noises he produced as Kaeya dominated the kiss and (name)s mouth as he explored his newly conqored territory.

"P-please..." (Name) begged as he clung helplessly to Kaeya "please what? I'm no mind reader" Kaeya said as his hips snapped slow and hard, taking his time to make (name) his hungry little cock whore line he was destined to be. "F-faster..." He mumbled looking away with a heavy blush only to make a choked sound when Kaeya gripped his waist and began absolutely pounding into him "see? That's not so hard is it baby?"

(Name) couldn't even reply as his world was rocked, Kaeya taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking and biting roughly, before moving and leaving Hickeys wherever he so desired.

(Name) was his, he could do whatever he wanted with his slutty body.

(Name) was completely cock drunk as he let Kaeya take what he desired and in return he took what Kaeya gave him.

"Fuck baby, I'm close you gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good boy and cum for your Kaeya?"

(Name) could only nod as Kaeya continued his work, strong grip bruising his pretty skin as he felt himself draw close.

Kaeyas hips stuttered as he climaxed into (name), pulling out and watching his cum leak out "messy boy"

"'m sorry..." (Name) mumbled as his body vibrated and tingled, coming down from his high as his body was covered in sticky cum "my, even after sex you're still such a polite boy"

"I-is this--- are we--" (name) struggled to find words as Kaeya chuckled and kissed him sweetly "I don't think I could ever let something so wonderful like you go, are you alright with that?"

"I like that..." (Name) smiled softly as they began softly kissing "sleep now darling, I will be here when you awake"

The past couple of weeks were hectic. You had asked Al Haitham if it was okay for him to train you, help you get better with a sword. The sudden reasoning was because you’d heard a certain harbinger could use a plethora of weapons, and he was the talk of the town in Liyue that managed to make its way to Sumeru. It was more of a competence and challenge for yourself, wanting to get better in something that could prove worthwhile later.

Al Haitham was more than willing to help, which was a surprise and you didn’t expect him to be so enthusiastic to help you. He had asked to see how you fight, and he was quick to pin down some things that you could improve on, especially when it came to being on the defensive and to watch out for certain weak spots. Using long wooden batons than swords, you went at it for hours every day, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t even get a hit in with him. At first it felt pointless, but he started praising you after a while because he knew you were getting stronger and that will to fight was as well, the glint in your eye that would catch him off guard when you threw yourself at him. His reflexes were on point when he managed to guard himself with his own wooden baton, the impact and vibration of the two hitting together rumbling through your hands and up your arms.

However, the more time you spent with him, the more the feelings that you didn’t think would awaken inside of you until… It did. It crept its way into your heart and bloomed like the many flowers and trees that surrounded you both, in a way that the vision dendro always caught your eye. You got distracted a lot in the start of your training sessions, having to be reprimanded at the start to keep your focus. But how could you when you had such amazing fucking pecs in your face? Strong arms?? And when he swivelled, foot going under you to trip you up, moving in such a graceful way. His thighs flexing with each dodge and lunge, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he downed water, droplets of sweat rolling down the side of his face to his jawline, it evaporating as you stared at his face. The face he would make when he’d catch you as well. He knew you were staring a lot more lately, but he himself couldn’t tell if it was to predict his next moves or… Something else.

When you had stared a little longer than usual, he managed to get behind you like a flash, wooden baton cracking off your ass. The noise that spilled out your mouth was strange, a mixture of pain and pleasure, a sound that you never thought you could make until now.

“Pay attention.” This made you fumble and fall into a crouch position, embarrassed at the noise but also at the fact you got hard. You were fucking hard over the fact this hunk of a man just hit your ass with the wooden baton you both had been using for weeks on end to spar with, what you’d both been using mere moments before. Crouching like that for a few moments, Al Haitham got worried that he had hit you a little too hard.

“Can you stand?” He offered a hand to you, looking down in a somewhat apologetic way. Composing yourself before you looked up, you smile and took his hand.

“I’m gonna go for a bathroom break, so… I’ll be back!” Excusing yourself, you ran in a pathetic attempt to seem casual, but you probably just looked desperate to get away from the moment. You found yourself a secluded area, looking around before pulling your pants down all the way to your ankles, not wasting time to get to work to get rid of your current predicament. There’s no way you could continue like this, so maybe rubbing one out before going back would work, right?

Wrong. Once didn’t work, and you cursed at the fact little you was still standing proud. You thought of everything to kill it, anything and everything disgusting, but it just wasn’t working with the way your mind would wander back into the gutter, your ass stinging almost too nicely and Al Haitham would be right there in your mind. He might’ve been wondering where you were, you were taking too long and you couldn’t take much longer. Either you grin and bear it, or you make out that you didn’t feel great and end the session early today. The second option seemed a little more plausible. You tried to hide it in the waistband of your pants, trying to hide the fact and not really enjoying the thought of having a far too obvious bulge if it were positioned any other way.

Walking back, he had turned to you when you emerged from around a tree, and he was already ready to get back into the mojo of fighting. Lifting the baton into a fighting stance to continue where you left off. You waved him off, briefly asking to pick this back up tomorrow as you didn’t feel well. He didn’t buy it. You were practically fine a few moments before you went for a “bathroom break”.

“I don’t believe you. What’s up? You’ve been out of it lately, staring a little longer than normal… And don’t play dumb because you know for a fact I’m not stupid.” When you shifted uncomfortably and didn’t answer him, he came closer to you and the back of his hand made its way to your forehead.

“You don’t really have a temperature…” You flinch away, but he catches you and pulls you in closer to his face.

“Are you going to tell me or am I going to have to force it out of you?” That sure does sound nice, but you grit your teeth, and an almost comical gulp following after. You were chanting in your head for him to not get any closer, moving your hips away from him and then the rest of your body. But he wasn’t having it. He brought you in real close, but it was his turn to flinch this time. Not a word was said between you, and he was purely looking for a reaction from yourself until he decided to drag you off somewhere. Hand tightly gripped around yours, picking up both of your stuff with the other and marching forward.

“Wait… Where−”

“Kaveh won’t be home for a few days, he’s on an expedition.” Whether or not his roommate was home was not your main issue here, it was the fact he knew that you’d gotten hard and now he was dragging you to his house! You questioned why you were going to his house, but he didn’t answer, just gripping your hand tighter and almost hauling you off of your feet. Not being entirely sure where this would head, you weren’t exactly sure what was going on in his mind, but surely it was a good thing he was taking you elsewhere. Right? He didn’t want you doing more public indecency… right? Surely he wanted to save you the embarrassment of sporting a chub… But it was another thought that was wrong.

He only took a few minutes to ask for your consent, which you too willingly agreed to, before slamming you against the door you both just walked into to his house, pulling down your pants, and watching as your cock pinged back against you. This was worse than growing hard in an area not far from his house, it was embarrassing. Almost. He touched the tip with his calloused fingers, not missing the slight whimper you made from finally having him touch you, something you thought about many times before. It clearly gave him a confidence boost at that. Going further, he slid his hand down, using his forefinger and thumb to squeeze lightly at the base before bringing it back up. Leaning down into your ear, you almost felt the smile on his lips.

“Was this because of me slamming my baton at you earlier? Are you into that?”

“No! Maybe? I− I’m not sure… Fuck.”

“Is this why you’ve been staring at me? If that was enough to get you going, then maybe I should’ve done it sooner.”

“What?” He picked up the pace of his hand, and the feeling of someone else doing this for you, especially it being him, was sending you over the edge. But he stopped, lifting his hand away. You groan at the loss of touch, being so close only to have that be snatched from you.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom.” Dragging you yet again but this time to his bedroom, he shut the door behind him and practically stalked you to the bed. Pinning you to the mattress, it’s like he’s testing the waters this time that you’re 100% okay with this. So, you peck him on the lips. It was quick, not sweet at all, but more of a confidence thing to help him just do whatever he wanted with you.

“We’re not going the whole way today… Maybe next time.” He stripped you, touching you everywhere he could, whether that was smoothing his hands over your skin or grabbing and pinching. It was his turn to stare, watching your every reaction like a hawk like you had once done during training, and he didn’t miss the way you’d inhale sharply when he smoothed his thumb over one of your nipples or when his hand got dangerously close to your cock again. You’d shiver and twitch in excitement, and his stare was almost menacing at times. He finally removed his own shirt, unbuckling his pants before searching for the lotion he had in his little bedside table. Pulling it out as well as his own cock, he lathers it up and turns you over.

“Squeeze your thighs together.” You do as he says, squeezing them together and keeping your backside up towards him.

“Like this?”

“Yeah, like that.” As soon as he said that you felt him pushing between your thighs, and you felt embarrassed again because of the position. You looked to where he was pushing through, gulping when his was entirely different, bigger, in size. No wonder you guys weren’t going all the way. It felt extremely hot, and it was throbbing between your thighs. What was even better was the fact that you got to feel his thighs on the back of your own, and you were sure anyone would kill to be in your position right now. He bent over, whispering into your ear that he was going to move, and asked if you could help a little with your hands. You held both loosely, and he started moving his hips. This felt way hotter, sexier, than actual sex, seeing how his cock would nearly disappear only to reappear and rubbing against your own.

He picked up the pace after a while, and you couldn’t keep yourself up on all fours for much longer, collapsing onto one of your shoulders and one arm breaking your fall. Taking the opportunity, he held onto your hips in a tight grip, slamming himself into you. It was embarrassing how much precum was leaking from your tip, mixing in with the lotion Al Haitham used to make this smooth enough to do. What you weren’t expecting was to strike your ass again, the similar sting you felt earlier coming back, and you flexed your thighs in response.

“You definitely like that.”

“Shut up…” He did it again, not missing the pure guttural moan that came from you from it. He smirked to himself, gripping one of your ass cheeks and rubbing it. Noticing how noisy you were getting, trying to muffle yourself with his pillow, he bends over again to kiss along your shoulder blades. Nipping and licking as he went. Using a hand to pull you back up to all fours, he kisses your cheek and you turn your head to him, letting him devour your mouth entirely.

 Messy, saliva slipping out from your lips and your tongues dancing like you were starved of this type of touch. He drinks all of your moans, before pulling away to flip you over onto your back again, spreading your legs wide so he could see everything. Taking over from your loose hand, he jerks the both of you off at the same time, watching as your face contorts as you cum all over your stomach. He followed shortly after, it going across your stomach and chest. Slumping forward slightly, he looked at you through lidded eyes, and you lifted your hand to card your fingers through his hair. He leans further down, kissing much more gently, lips brushing lightly. You brought him closer, rolling him over so that he’d be lying beside you. He picked up the shirt he threw to the side, using it as a towel for the meantime to clean your stomach and chest up.

“I really like you.” He stops in his tracks, looking at you before breathing a heavy sigh and smiling.

“I know you do; you weren’t subtle at all during training.”

“So no ‘I like you too’?”