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Summer in Mondstadt means days of living through hell for us blacksmiths.
While the others are busy frolicking around in the grassy hills, winds intertwining in between their hair, the both of us are trapped in this cramped space; sounds of metal pounding against metal, water evaporating swiftly into hot mist as hot red iron was dunked into it. The small canopy on top our heads a slight reprieve from the smoldering heat.
With that said, the heat is a blessing in disguise. Summer in Mondstadt could mean a lot of things to others, but to me summer means that my master, Wagner, strips himself off of his shirt more often than any other seasons.
Opportune time for me to let my eyes wander about.
The scars scattered on his arm attracting my eyes, moving like water as he flexes his hand, shoulder blades tensing, hammering down on a rod; shaping it. Sweat dripping down his chest, making him gleam in the light. His presumably rock hard abs clenching as he heaved yet another lift with his hammer.
Although, this does bring some unwanted attention from the others, the town folks walking by our store repeatedly, sometimes even pretending to forget something, their actions deliberate and yet he seem to take no notice. Hell, even Captain Kaeya made a move on my master, leaning in too close for comfort, his only eye lidded with obvious lust.
Okay, maybe I am being a bit overprotective. Not my fault he’s so hot.
I never knew when the seed of this —whatever it is— had been planted deep in my heart. But the one thing that I do know of is that, he’d probably never reciprocate this feeling that I have for him, the thought of it making my heart aches. "Does he even, feel anything for me," I catch myself wondering at times.
Even when I had begged to him, face facing down into the dirt below, to accept me as his apprentice, he had begrudgingly took me under his wings. Every time I had presented to him a new craft of mine, a simple huff would be his answer before he melts it back down. But, its fine. As long as I get to be by his side, I would be fine admiring from the side.
“Oi!”
A hand; calloused and bigger than mine, circled my wrist, pulling it away roughly. I winced, the hold tight, almost bruising. “Watch what you’re doing,” he scolded, brows furrowed deeply. The slight panic in his voice alarming me back to reality. I raised my eyes to look at his bearded face, confused as to what happened that elicited such a reaction. That’s when I noticed, the melted ore dripping down, my hand mere inches from it and nearly disintegrating my hand had it not been for him.
Silence fell, the topic dropped, faster than I could craft a dagger. The air around us tense as we continue to work and if there was a distance between us whenever we passed each other, neither of us did acknowledge it.
“Wanna go out for a drink?” I had blurted out, a silent hitch of breath escaping my mouth, scolding myself internally. He looked up, his dark eyes gazing into my own, his workspace now tidied and put away. “Sure,” I almost missed it with how quiet he had whispered it out. My face lit up but I scrambled for words, explaining to him that he isn’t obligated too but the tangent was cut short, “It’s okay, Schulz. Let’s just go already.”
Knowing that I’d never get any other chance like this, I gathered myself, quickly catching up to his retreating figure, already heading towards Angel’s Share. “Wait up, master!” I shouted, as I near him, walking briskly, following his pace. The night was silent, cicadas chirps filling it, when he said, “Just Wagner is fine, we’re off work.” It was my turn to stare at him, wondering since when he’s become so, talkative. I hesitated.
“Okay, Wagner.”
By the time we had reached the tavern, drinks were passed around, men and women stuffing their bellies with wine and countless pints of beers. The young lad, Venti was there too, drunk as it seems by how flushed his face had became. We sat on opposite ends, facing each other, between us a single pint of beer each.
Few minutes passed, the drink in my mug almost finished and yet not a single word was exchanged, leaving us-maybe just me-in an uncomfortable silence. The bearer stopped by our table many times, each time leaving a mountain of alcohol. And each time I drank and drank until I could no longer see the man in front of me clearly.
“I like you, Wagner.”
I had messed up, I knew that and yet, I couldn’t help but to gush out all of my feelings; bottled and finally being let out. Wagner sat there, his drink untouched. Empty beer mugs filled the space between us, the sight of the wooden table underneath vanished. By the time I had finished venting, an awkward silence hung amid us.
Wagner stood up, silently heading towards the bar, his pouch in hand. That’s it, I was rejected, point blank. He must have left by now, the seat in front of me now vacant, my head hung low, tears brimming. A hand awkwardly clamped down on my drooping shoulder, sweat warming the spot. I glanced up, slowly meeting black eyes, red hue staining his cheeks.
He came back.
“Do you want to, um, come back to my place?” he sheepishly said, his other hand massaging his nape. I looked at him, surprised at what he had just said. With each seconds passing by, the red shade on his face grew brighter. “So, you’re going to come or-”
“Yes!”
Or so I said, brimming with confidence too. But now as I sat on top of his bed, palms gripping onto my knees tightly, my thoughts wandered wildly to where this would lead us. Wagner waltz into the room, face still flushed from the amount of beers and ciders he had swallowed.
Rustling caught my attention; the man trying to —clumsily— untie the laces of his corset. The saliva welling in my throat felt heavy, I swallowed it before nearing his stumbling figure. “Would you like a hand, with that?” Wagner looked down at it for a second, accusing almost before relenting; his arms hanging limply by his sides.
Shakily, I held the ribbons, sweaty palms making me lose my grip on it. I let out a nervous laughter to which Wagner replied with a warm smile, my giggles fading, bright red blushing my cheeks.
We stood in silence, my fingers deftly working on the ties of the corset, metal clasps making a loud ‘snap’ sound that echoed in the room. I became aware that, the both of us are alone, in his room, whilst I was untying his corset and we’re alone and I could see the chest hair peeking through from the laces of his shirt and
I have an erection.
''Fuck, why now,’' I lamented, tilting my head back in frustration.
“Is everything alright, Schulz?”
And my erection grew harder, the way my name rolled off his tongue, albeit it came out slurred, was just incredibly sexy. My thighs shifting, trying my best to cover up said growing problem. Wagner however, was sober enough that he noticed the tent, proceeded to grope it, a drunken crooked smile creasing the corner of his lips.
“Wagner, wait!” At this, his hand stopped, the air becoming tense by the seconds. “You’re not thinking right, let’s send you to be-” my words were cut off with a simple punch to my shoulder, eyes wide as I looked at the taller man. “Schulz, you idiot. Why else do you think I invited you here?”
Oh.
I stared off to the side, feeling the embarassment creeping up my neck, unwilling to make any sort of eye contact with him. Calloused hand cradled my face, bringing me forward to look at him, warmth in his gaze as he lowered his head down, meeting my lips halfway.
The room, only lit by a candle, left us in darkness. Harsh breaths echoed in my ears as we deepened the kiss, my mouth clumsy against his own, experienced one. I let out a yelp when his hand brushed against my groin, making a shiver run down my spine.
Wagner’s lips slowly moved away, leaving a trail of saliva and started to mouth at my neck, “You seem to enjoy this,” he whispered with a tint of humour in his tone. “You don’t even know the extent of it,” I sighed out as his hand continues to rub against my cock.
A clank of metal and my cock was out, twitching upon hitting the cold air. The first stroke made me lean against the wooden wall, lips still attached on my neck, as Wagner leisurely jerk me off.
Hitched whines and gasp was the only sound that came out of me, his fingers lightly scratching the sensitive head before he flatted his palm against it, rubbing and rubbing until drool dribbled down my chin. “Fuck Wagner,” I breathed out, eyes rolled back when he cupped my balls, rolling it in between his palm.
Suddenly, he ceased all of his doings, making me groan in frustration. “Can’t have all the fun,” untying the laces of his pants, Wagner sat on the bed; creaking under his weight, expectant as he looked at me. I gulped.
This was my first time doing anything remotely sexual afterall.
Kneeling in front of him hesitantly, I looked meeting the lust filled stare of his before opening my mouth and taking him whole. Which proved to be a mistake since moments later, I spluttered, choking on his length. Wagner’s finger trailed over my throat, comforting, as his other hand slowly direct my head into motion.
Taking in his cock, inch by inch and with the help of Wagner, I was able to reach the base, breathing loudly at the effort taken. Wagner growled out a moan, the sound so feral making my own cock spasm. Mouth stretched open, painful yet pleasurable, I bobbed my head up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.
“Is this okay?” I asked, the words muffled and the only indication that Wagner was feeling anything, was the grip in my hair tightening. A popping sound echoed as I stopped to take a breather, momentary it seems when Wagner grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, leaving me gasping and holding onto his knees.
Just as sudden it happened, he halted, although his hips are still trying to buck into my throat. “Come on,” was all the warning that he gave, dragging me up the bed effortlessly.
Wagner, now stripped fully, crawled over me, his whole figure encaging mine. A dip and a kiss and I was writhing under him, clawing at any muscled surface I could reach. Tongue licking stripes over my neck, chest, stomach, and finally settling against my taint, leaving me a shuddering mess. Lapping at my puckered hole, he inserted a finger making my whole body tense.
He studied my face for a while, inserting another finger in, rubbing and searching for something. “Ah!” Wagner smiled, knowing. He pressed down, stroking it over and over, pre-cum pooling at the tip of my cock, face now scarlet all over. Mouth wide open as I tried to suck in air, desperate before Wagner took his fingers out, leaving me craving and hole throbbing in need.
Arms laid limp by my side, reaching out to spread my cheeks revealing my hole to Wagner, “Please,” a sharp intake of breath and he was on top of me once again, stealing all my air with a kiss, hands clumsy on my waist. I moaned into the kiss when I felt the nudging of the tip of his cock against my hole.
Carefully, he pushed in, a gasp of pain released from my lips; breaking the kiss. Wagner braced an arm before leaning down, nipping and kissing my collarbones in an attempt to soothe my nerves down. It took minutes but finally, he was fully sheathed in. “Can I move?” Wagner breathed out, face scarlet and brows furrowed.
And with a nod, he moved. First, out all the way before going back in, making sure that I was opening up to his length. Tongue finds it to way my nipples, sucking in and sending jolts of pleasure, taking me away from the numbing pain.
He soon picked up his speed, brushing against that one spot, flashes behind my eyes. Muscled arms came to cradle my figure, bringing me closer to his chest as he slammed into me. Mouth wide open, a silent scream hitched, and with each thrusts I couldn’t help but to just hang onto him.
Heat coiled in my gut and sweats trickled down my back; I am close, that I was certain of. Wagner seems to know that too, a warm palm circling my cock, jerking me in time with the thrust.
“Wagner, I, ah! I’m going to-” a kiss cut me off, moustache tickling against my chin. And with just a few more thrust of hips, I was cumming in his hand, stomachs splattered white and my insides filled.
We fell back into the bed, Wagner shifting his weight off of me, his cock slowly going soft in me. “Well, how’s that for a first date,” I laughed at that, Wagner letting out a huff. I let out a small whine when he pulled out of me. “Don’t cry, there’ll be a next time.”
And to that, I looked at him, shocked.
“There’s a next time?” My face was dusted red when Wagner gave me a look. “Of course there’ll be a next time,” hand ruffled my hair, making it unkempt even more. Smiling at him, I leaned forward to give him a kiss, Wagner grinning back into it.
“I like you too, Schulz.”