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Ever since Aether accidentally inhaled Pyro Whopperflower pollen (and the delightful events that happened afterwards), he has been avoiding Wanderer like the latter is a plague. Wanderer is not very happy about this, of course. Who would be, after they had a taste of the hero of Teyvat’s more lascivious side, only for said hero to run away?
Wanderer decides that he needs to talk this out with Aether. Of course, in order to do so, he needs to appear remorseful — after all, Aether sees his actions both before and after he regained his lucidity as a betrayal. Wanderer has always been a good actor, so he does not think this will be a difficult task.
And it is not. Not in the slightest.
Aether swirls the wine in his glass around as they talk, and Wanderer gets an idea. He remembers just how needy and desperate Aether was under the effects of the pollen, and he wants to see that again. What better way to render Aether a pathetic mess than to get him drunk?
So he offers to buy Aether one drink, then another. Aether is a lightweight, much to his surprise, and he takes full advantage of that fact. He reassures the owner of the tavern that he will take care of Aether and takes his past life’s nemesis home.
Aether is rather disoriented when they get there, but he seems a bit aware of his surroundings. He begins to squirm and struggle when Wanderer puts him down on his bed, and he tries and fails to form a protest as Wanderer strips him from the waist down and parts his legs. He smiles at what he sees.
“Already wet?” Wanderer asks. “Remembering last time, maybe?”
“No,” Aether manages to slur out. “‘M not… no…”
“Don’t lie to me,” Wanderer says, a warning clear in his tone. “You wanted me to fuck you again, didn’t you? So you met up with me again in hopes I would.”
Aether is silent. His cheeks were already flushed with the effects of the alcohol, but now they are redder still with a delightful mix of humiliation and arousal. It is only when Wanderer ghosts his fingers along Aether’s inner thigh (just to tease) that he finally confesses.
“I want more,” Aether breathes, his words still slurred. It seems that alcohol makes him a little more honest. “It felt… good. I hate it… I hate you. But…”
Wanderer has heard enough. Those words are all the confirmation he needs. He chuckles. “I knew the real you was still in there somewhere. You remember your promise, right? That you’ll be good for me?”
Aether’s eyes, unfocused from intoxication, clear up for a split second as he frowns, but he quickly falls back under the effects of it. He nods, not daring to utter another word.
All Wanderer wants right now is to fuck Aether on the bed until all the outlander can say is his name, but he decides to draw this out. He wants this to be as humiliating and pleasurable for Aether as it can possibly be. A plan formulates in his mind.
“Good boys follow orders,” Wanderer says, his voice a subtle singsong. “Will you do that?”
Aether reluctantly nods. Wanderer pats his thigh. “Come on. Take a seat.”
Aether stiffens for a moment, but the hint of hesitation swiftly passes. Though it is evident that the alcohol has made him sluggish, he crawls (crawls! How delicious) over to Wanderer and straddles his thigh. Wanderer puts one hand on Aether hip and wraps the other around his torso, pulling his upper body close. Aether’s head rests on his shoulder; right where Wanderer wants him to be.
“Good boy,” Wanderer says softly, and Aether sighs. “You must be so pent up… go on, get yourself off. No hands.”
“Th-That’s… embarrassing!” Aether tries to protest, but a soft, shaky moan tumbles past his lips as Wanderer’s guides his hip down, introducing the pleasure and friction he is craving to him. Aether ends up continuing to do so on his own.
Aether’s arousal ends up soaking through Wanderer’s shorts, but the latter does not really care. Aether’s current needy state is worth it. He relishes in every ragged breath, every moan, every near-silent plea for more friction, more stimulation, more of Wanderer so Aether can come faster. It is everything he has hoped for and more, and Wanderer cannot wait to execute the rest of his plan.
“Wanderer,” Aether breathes in tandem with another slow drag of his cunt along Wanderer’s thigh. “Please… n-not enough.”
“Oh?” Wanderer lifts an eyebrow, though he knows that Aether cannot see it. “What’s wrong? You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
“I need more,” Aether slurs. “Please…?”
“Hmm.” Wanderer pretends to think. “I’m not sure… you’ve been moaning so prettily this whole time. What more could you need?”
To his delight, Aether takes the bait.
“Anything!” Aether whines, even as his hips still roll against Wanderer’s slick-soaked thigh. “Your fingers, your c-cock, anything! Please… I’ve been good, I’ve been a good boy… right?”
“You have,” Wanderer agrees. “I like you where you are, though. But… I’ll be nice. If you haven’t come in three minutes, I’ll help you. Deal?”
“Uh-huh,” Aether mumbles into Wanderer’s shoulder. “Three m-minutes… I can make it three minutes…”
Those three minutes are absolute bliss for Wanderer, who gets to listen to Aether’s moans and whimpers and slurred pleas. Whenever Aether slows down, he whispers praises and reminders of the promises they have both made, and Aether is quick to continue following orders.
When three minutes pass, Aether still has not reached an orgasm. He is on the verge of crying, now. As much as Wanderer would love to see him cry, he did make a promise.
“You still haven’t come?” Wanderer asks. Aether shakes his head miserably. “So needy. You want my help?”
Aether nods frantically. “Please… it hurts…”
“Aww.” Wanderer pretends to care. “What a good boy, listening to me and begging so nicely. I’ll help you — come on, lay down for me. On your back.”
Aether eagerly obeys, and Wanderer finally gets a look at Aether’s face. He is completely and utterly enraptured by what he sees.
Cheeks flushed with arousal, eyes unfocused and glassy with unshed tears, and pretty lips parted for breath. Wanderer could not ask for a prettier face, and he gets a bit of an ego trip when he remembers that he caused it. He smiles widely as he takes off his shorts and undergarments, throwing them off to the side. He will deal with them later.
Wanderer hooks Aether’s legs over his shoulders and drags the flat of his tongue along Aether’s folds. He gets a full-body tremble for his efforts, followed by a shaky gasp. Wanderer takes things a step further, thriving the dip of his tongue a little deeper into Aether’s cunt, and Aether whines,
“N-No more teasing,” Aether whines. ‘You said you’d h-help me!”
Wanderer just hums. Aether shudders at the vibration. Wanderer would love to eat Aether out in full, but there is something specific he is targeting. He takes Aether’s clit into his mouth, taking his time and giving it plenty of attention.
It does not take long for Aether to come after that. He does so with a wordless cry, trembling and beginning to sob. Wanderer pulls away with a grin, his chin sticky with slick. He wipes it off with a sleeve, uncaring of the consequences. He can clean his attire later. For now, he wants Aether to break, even if it is only temporary. He is quick to remove his clothes entirely, though he leaves Aether’s upper garments alone. Then he sees Aether’s scarf and gets another idea.
“Hands above your head,” Wanderer says, carefully unwrapping and removing Aether’s scarf. Aether is swift to obey, still panting from his orgasm. Wanderer ties Aether’s wrists together with the scarf. He is quite happy with his work so far.
He flips Aether over. “On all fours,” he says. When Aether obeys, he is rewarded with a purred-out “good boy.” Aether whines at the praise, lost to pleasure and intoxication.
Wanderer has no need to prepare himself or Aether, given the latter’s abundance of arousal. He takes his time pushing into Aether for the first time, though, drawing it out just to see if Aether will beg. To his delight, Aether does.
“Faster,” Aether whines. “Too s-slow. Please?”
“Of course,” Wanderer says sweetly, and he finally allows himself to indulge.
Aether is already a mess, but he becomes even more so when he is being fucked. His hips buck back, moving in tandem with Wanderer, and the only sounds that come out of him are loud, desperate moans and whines. He comes laughably quickly, already recovered from his first orgasm. His refractory period is on the faster side, then.
Wanderer loses count of how many times he makes Aether come. He only does so a few times — his lack of biology tends to do that. But every second of being inside of Aether feels like heaven, and he is reluctant to stop even after Aether passes out.
Oh, well. Not like that stopped him the first time, anyway.
Just like that time in the tent, Wanderer loses track of time. When the sun begins to rise, he takes that as his cue to stop — more for Aether’s sake than his own. The last thing he needs is to break his beloved toy beyond repair. Even still, he holds Aether tightly against him as he waits for the outlander to wake up.
Aether is naturally shocked when he comes to, and then distressed when he notices his state of partial undress. He struggles in Wanderer’s hold, but the latter does not let go.
“Good morning to you, too,” Wanderer murmurs, his lips brushing against Aether’s ear. Aether shivers.
“You took advantage of me. Again.” Aether sounds surprisingly calm. Wanderer wonders what he is thinking.
“You confessed something interesting last night,” Wanderer tells him. “You told me you met up with me because you wanted me to fuck you again. You don’t remember?”
Aether goes stiff. “I… said that?”
“What, was it a secret?” Wanderer chuckles. “You’re bad at keeping those, and even worse at lying. Try again.”
Aether sighs. He is silent for a time, but he finally speaks. “I did hope you’d do it. But I’d rather it be when I’m sober.” Another beat of silence. “You screwed me over, you know? I can’t even get myself off, no matter what I use. I need you now, and I hate it. I hate you, too.”
Wanderer cannot help but laugh. “You need me, huh? So you’ll keep being a good, needy boy for me, so long as I make you come?”
He reaches around Aether’s waist, smiling as he feels the beginnings of arousal. “You can’t leave me now. Not when I’ve ruined you so completely.”
Aether gives a breathy moan, grinding down into Wanderer’s touch. “I guess so. But you’d better take responsibility for what you’ve done to me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Wanderer purrs as he pushes two fingers into Aether’s already-dripping cunt. “I have no intention of leaving you wanting.”