I Love Durin!

"Oh come on (Name)-"

"No, Lohen."

Your boyfriend (and gosh isn't that weird to say as a cupid?) could only sigh at your blank and straightforward tone as he sat on his bed, arms crossed and torso covered in a myriad of bandages like a mummy, and close to his vitals too. His expression remained petulant, bored even, and you suppressed the urge to smack him with your cupid's bow. Not now, you reminded yourself, not when he's still the living personification of a bad circumstance.

"What, you're going to give me the silent treatment now?"

You were, actually, for as long as you were going to read his medical records you prompted yourself to ignore all of his whining and pouting.

Name: Lohen

Affiliation: Vice captain of the fifth company of the knights of Favonius

Notes: due to an unprecedented onslaught of hilichurl activity near Mondstadt borders, Lohen had decided to take them all on his own. He fared well for a while before being hit by a bludgeon, causing bruises and cracked ribs, and being stabbed near the side of his abdomen . His situation was bad enough that Barbara could only do so much, and had to get stitches.

Note about injuries: renew the bandages once or twice a day and if there's an infection immediately report to Barbara in the church

Benched from knightly duties for: until he's able to move without any subsequent health issues.

"(Name)?"

"Shut up Lohen," you were now restraining yourself by the highest level possible. It was truly impressive how great your self control had gotten around him. Carefully, you placed the reports underneath a cup of tea to keep them from flying, and instead turned around to meet Lohen in the face, who looked just as amused as he was annoying. You were sure your eye twitched, for his grin widened the slightest.

"Aw, worried about me?"

"Of course I'm worried about you!" You were this close to pulling your hair out, yet with that conniving expression on his face you were sure that he didn't exactly care about that. He cared only for the thrills, and though you know he loved you, his love for a fight was one that he harbored before you.

Which, in a way you didn't mind. Up until this point. Especially up until this point.

He began whistling, his gaze contorted to faux interest as he stared outside the window of his house, and you only stared at your pocket watch in your hands.

11:30, thirty minutes to 12.

That was fine, that was okay, but a few minutes later he had to dress his bandages, with your help of course, you added as you stared at his midsection, dotted with blood on the white bandages. Your eyes, for a bit, narrowed, and you couldn't help but sprout that inkling of an idea in your head to make him behave. Well, temporarily make him behave. You weren't sure if your punishment was enough to permanently alter his brain chemistry so as to make him more careful or more cautious or whatever, but with the kind of man Lohen was, always wanting things far out of his reach, this was bound to give him a scare for a few weeks until he returns back to normal.

Slowly, walking as the floorboards creaked under your foot, you opened the cabinet to his first aid kit and tossed it onto the bed right beside him. He stopped his whistling to stare, but you paid him no mind, instead sitting down on the bed right beside him and pointing to the pillows with your index.

"Lay down Lohen."

"Wha-"

"I'm not giving you a choice here," you smiled, tight lipped and tight temper. "Either you listen to me, or I make you listen."

And there it was. The look of a lovesick fool that Lohen gave you, with his lips parted and cheeks flushed to a pretty little pink, his eyes widened with a tad bit of light telling you that he was in on whatever you were commanding. Quickly, well, as quickly as he could with those injuries, his legs doing most of the work, he went along to the pillows, laying his head in and tilting it as he stared at you. You looked at him up and down staring at his ruffled hair, dark crimson eyes and pink cheeks, his cheshire grin, torso and arms covered in bandages and finally your eyes accidentally dropped to his pelvic area-

Where he already had a dent in his pants. You had to desperately suck in a breath lest you get carried away.

"Already this excited?" You prompted on instead.

"Only for you..." His tone dropped off to something dreamy, breathy even, and you had to force yourself from not cackling. He was going to get a nasty shock soon enough.

You crawled up to him, careful to drop your sandals before you actually do anything of the frisky sort, now on top of him and making sure not to sit down on his bandaged torso. He nearly whined in displeasure at that, grabbing at your hips to force you to sit down on his stomach, but you knew better. Instead, you swatted his hands away, making sure to put your weight on your knees and back (which was being supported by his knees, which he brought up to your torso level when you weren't looking), and glared at him. Glared hard in fact. Somehow you got the feeling that the dent in his pants would be even farther from quelling from your look.

"Do you even know what you did?"

He gulped the saliva in his throat and your eyes narrowed.

Instead of forcing him to speak like a normal person did, your hand pressed itself on his torso, your index finger drawing a tantalizing line from his sternum, all the way to his stomach then to his v-line. Finally, when your fingertips grazed his privates, you made sure to switch to your thumb and pressed the pad of it to where you assumed the tip of his cock was. Or slit, but you weren't paying attention with how his eyes immediately blew wide and bucked into your measely fingertip. Instead you pulled away, and internally grinned at the guttaral whine he let out.

"Want that again?" He nodded almost immediately. "Answer my question then Vice Captain."

"I- ahem!" He nearly choked when your nails grazed against his dick, but your glare affixed him enough. "I-I was being reckless."

You snickered, oh how that snarky voice sounds so pitiful in your hand. Your nails picked at the waistband of his pants, and you watched as it slipped in between both the trousers and underwear before slowly pulling it off, revealing his flushed cock to the cool air. He hissed at that, and your temper suddenly rose, you really needed to gag him somehow.

The arrows that you left on your beside table looked really tempting, tempting as you grabbed it by the handle and twirled it in between your fingers, tempting as you gingerly placed it in between his teeth. Lohen got the memo pretty quickly without an argument, but making sure to lick your digits along the way was an add on on his part. Both of your eyes narrowed, though one exasperated and another pleased.

"Here's what we're going to do," you grabbed a hold of both of his wrists and rose his arms next to his head, your hand clamped around his. "Your hands aren't going to move, you are not going to jerk yourself off in a million years, and I'm going to do what I want before we have to renew the bandages, and no, you can't do anything about it, this is your punishment for not looking after yourself and being as reckless as you already are."

His breath hitched, but thankfully enough he couldn't speak. You wouldn't know how to handle him if he could.

Slowly, your fingers from your other hand, deft as they were, pressed themselves into the wound on his side, and he gasped. Well, in pain or in pleasure you didn't know, he was always one to treat the two as one and the same, but quickly enough blood managed to seep through from it's mere dots to covering his midsection, moreover the thin sheen of blood coating your hands. The smell of iron wafted through the air, and you only held your nose for a bit before your hand pulled away.

Lohen, on the other hand, seemed the most euphoric as he had ever been, with how beads of precum dripped down his dick. You sighed in disappoinment. So much for fun if he seemed this willing to have a punishment, with how well he was following your rules.

Your hands, covered in crimson, instead did the thing that they were supposed to do from a while ago, and ruin him to pieces as well as you knew how. You grabbed the base of his cock with your bloodied palm, still being nice and gentle (well, you still had your pity for him), and you thrusted your hand up and down the base and watching as his face contorts weirdly. A moan escaped from the back of his throat but before he could even finish you made sure to pinch his tip so the sound he made was a lot more dragged and choked up.

You weren't going to give him what he wanted, not in the slightest.

Your knuckle grazed the opening of his slit and he violently shivered. You had to suppress a smile.

"So needy, and for what?"

His voice was muffled by the arrow, but his gaze remained all the more foolish as he mumbled out something very closely similar to "you".

You removed yourself from his dick, the pained expression on his face all the more amusing, and pressed the slick covered fingers against his side again, perking your ears when he sounded as if he was gaping- no, begging for a reprieve for breath. The blood dripped from the bandages and mixed with the other various bodily fluids in your palm, and finally as you coated your fingers one last time, your knuckle dipped the slightest in his slit-

Before you pushed it all the way in without warning, stretching him beyond relief.

You knew this from how still he went and yet how erratic he felt to the touch, hot and bothered and all, but who were you to care? There was still a few more minutes until he had to replace his bandages, and you were going to have a little fun with him for as long as you wanted.

Your index and middle digits, already having a difficult time moving from the tightness of it all, forced themselves apart into a scissoring motion, and Lohen could only helplessly buck into your hand, your palm circling the base of his tip as effortlessly as you could, and your other two free fingers teased him by a ghost of a touch over his balls. The sharp movement of his hips caused the bleeding near his abdomen to worsen, but with a weak blink of his he signified that he was okay. You hoped so. Though, with the way he pushed his head back with the veins in his neck visible against his pale skin, you think he'd be enjoying this.

Besides, the blood loss was probably acting like an aphrodisiac for him anyway.

His walls clenched around you as you slowly thrusted in and out, to a torturous degree, since with the way he dragged his voice he definitely wanted a faster pace. But, despite what he wanted, you weren't one feeling like listening. The knees pressed against your back dug against your shoulder blades and you only raised a brow at him. Him who has begun to roll the arrow between his tongue and teeth and sneakily allow it to fall. Sneaky bastard, but your temper had lowered enough to not really care about what he was doing.

"What?"

"F-fas-"

"Not a chance Lohen. You get what you get."

His voice definitely mentioned all sorts of complaint, but eventually died down once your movements stopped, instead his eyes blown to a mildly panicked (what a strange sight) expression.

"Your first strike. Can't complain too much before I stop completely," you flashed your teeth at him, and his flush paled from his skin the slightest. Gods, who knew that your vice captain was so susceptible to a simple command?

He was, evidently struggling to prevent his hips from grinding on the one source of friction he has, with his hands locked near his head, but you'd praise him for his resilience later. Even you were growing irritated from that pitiful look on his face.

It didn't take long for you to give in, but you changed approach.

His breath hitched as you began thrusting your fingers again, adding your ring one for the extra stretch, and pushed the appendages in and out at a much faster pace. How fast? Well, it had Lohen breaking your rule of "no moving your hands", breaking free from your grip on his wrists just to have one palm cover his mouth to muffle a moan out of instinct more than actual embarrassment, and the other digging into his sheets and likely causing a tear in the sheets with his dull fingers.

"Lohen." And he retracted immediately.

Your thumb did what it did best, and pressed against the tip of his cock, feeling the sensitive muscle twitch in between your digit. If your nail subtly dug into the skin beside the tip? Well, no one's secret but yours. And his, your mind corrected unhelpfully, as you heard his groan etched with pain and pleasure. You weren't exactly sure if the pain was from his side or your nail.

Again, you teased with your fingers, thrusted at an insatiable pace, too fast or too slow, it didn't really matter when you could still hear Lohen complaining about it. And yet, with your constant hot and cold behavior with him, you could still tell when he was close to unraveling right in your palm. The way his breath hitched when a fingertip brushed against a sensitive spot, the way his heart rate spiked and how he was struggling so hard to just not thrust his hip forward.

Unfortunately for him, you knew better.

As his hip staggered to be the fourth time in a row, you made sure to pull your fingers out efficiently, watching how his erection twitched and he looked at you confused- dazed even, likely from the blood loss. It was well into 12 already, just that you didn't feel like checking your pocket watch. You stared at him, how his pouty look returned again even as his eyes grew hazy.

"Hey!"

You made an effort to show that you were paying attention by licking your fingers clean, making sure to create a show with your tongue and digits by swirling them around each fingertip. He tasted salty, but the distinct iron was a company that you expected.

"You need to dress your injuries." You pointed out, matter-of-factly and pulled yourself off of him, wincing at the pain in your knees within all the weight you put onto them. The floorboards creaked under you as you practically fumbled into the bathroom to sterilize your hands with a strong soap, careful to change your outfit to a clean one too as you practically ran back to Lohen. Luckily, there was no need to go around and get the first aid kit when you've already tossed it on the bed minutes prior.

Sitting Lohen up, you carefully undone his bandages, wincing at the blood before cleaning it carefully with a wet rag. He sighs at the cold fabric before eventually returning to his perpetual glare on you, all petty and irritated. You had to resist the urge to either flip him off or blow a raspberry in turn, but that would be considered childish.

"(Name)!"

"No." That escaped your mouth out of your knowledge, but you supposed that what he was about to spew out of his mouth was equally stupid.

"Come on! You didn't even let me finish!"

Oh so that's what he was talking about. You hummed without interest, checking his stitches with scrutiny and determining if he needed new ones. "Jerk yourself off if you're that eager, just don't get it on your injury."

"But-"

"Yeah no Lohen, I'm over here making sure you don't bleed to death so your pleasure is completely in your hands now."

He groaned in that hoarse, boyish voice, such a frown etched into his eyes and cheeks before shakily bringing his hand to the head of his cock and enclosing around it, pumping it up and down in rapid motions and being careful to not make a mess on his stitches. You put the alcohol on his skin, and the sting of his wound against it caused his palm to squeeze slightly harder, and you heard his breath getting ragged.

You supposed you could enjoy the show for a bit longer, affixing your gaze on him with the way he attempted to mimic you. Well, attempted was a good word you supposed. His palm rubbed circles around his slit and pressed against its head like you did, but those whiny, breathy whimpers that you elicited were subdued, and you could tell he was irritated at not being able to copy as well as he could have. He began slipping the tips of his fingers in-

But unnfortunately for him, now he had to wear his bandages.

"Lohen-"

"Ugh! I know!" Well if that wasn't a sign of "go ahead and do it" then you didn't know what was. Nimble fingers spread the bandages across his waist, and he gasped when it pressed taut against his stomach, throwing his head back into your shoulder. You would pinch him but your hands were occupied unfortunately.

Layer upon layer the bandages piled on top of him, and yet no matter how much of his own slick and blood ended up on his palm from the egregious and downright lewd sound of thrusting inside him, he still didn't seem any closer to release. A shame really, you really wanted to see how long he could go for without you, but you'd give the bleeding and injured boyfriend of yours a bit of slack.

Carefully tying the last of the fabric into a taut bow, you pulled him closer by the waist, hands on his abdomen and chin on the crook of his neck, lashes fluttering against his skin as you stared at his eyes.

"Need help?"

Instead of nodding or saying yes, you decided you would, out of the goodness of your heart, help him without his answer. Pressing him into you closer with one hand, you pressed the other over his pelvic bone, slowly creeping to the head of his cock and smacking his own hand away.

You caught the tip in between the juncture of your fingers, lightly tugging and noting how he whined so pathetically at a mere hand motion. The slit, already wet with a lewd squelch anytime you dipped your fingers in, was almost laughable easy to shove your digits into. He threw his head back into your shoulder- prompting to kiss your neck and bite it with his sharp canines. Your thrust staggered, and he almost bit you harder before realizing that you wouldn't do anything if he laid out his expressions all too freely.

The mark on your neck was red, and the faint trickle of blood drooping to your shoulder was eagerly lapped up by Lohen, his tongue dragging over your skin for far too longer than of what was necessary. You cursed underneath your breath as you kept your steady motion intact. You weren't one to ruin perfectly good bandages by gripping Lohen's waist too hard.

You circled your thumb over his tip, your eye twitching when he picked at the wound on your neck just for a taste of you. You would typically put his insatiable self on his knees when he's being particularly unruly about your taste, but his injuries were enough of an excuse to allow him to bite you of all things.

You pulled out your fingers before spitting into your palm as a makeshift lube, and pressed your hand against the base of his dick, thrusting up and down, a light touch on his especially sensitive areas here and there. His hips bucked into your hand, begging practically, even when you looked at him with his mouth parted and too delirious from bliss to say much.

"(Name)!" This time not frustrated, but his voice etched to a moan that even had your core warming up with that obnoxious feeling in your stomach.

Your index, which was not busy with his cock, drew lines on his back, twisting and curving to a "do it" message on him. He seemed to get the memo easily enough, obscenely moaning to the point where it could legitimately put even the most skilled of courtesans to shame. He was about to cum, you could tell, and it would be a glorious event.

His tip pressed against the heel of your palm, and you only had to blink once until all the blood, spit and precum was replaced with his cum overflowing the confines of your hands, staining the bedsheets beyond repair. You'd have to throw this one out, it wouldn't do good for your own sanity when you had to constantly look at the sheets and be reminded of all of the actions you just did.

Lohen, in the meanwhile, panting and delirious as he was, grinned evilly in front of you, licking the beads of sweat dropping from his forehead.

"Can I go for another round?"

"You are going to rest and sleep."

"Ugh, such a worrywart."

You could only smile when he complied anyway, walking away from the bedroom to get a rag to clean him up.