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Nahida had encouraged Wanderer to go off to Fontaine, after he had finally gotten the confidence to tell her that he had a boyfriend without cringing at her motherly reaction. It was embarrassing enough to tell her, but it became ten times worse when she started fawning about it.
“—That’s wonderful, Wanderer!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together and offering a warm smile, to Wanderer—who was currently standing with his arms crossed and his head tipped down, using his hat and the angle to cover his face.
Nahida took a few small steps closer to Wanderer, putting her hands on her hips. “You said he was from Fontaine, but you haven’t told me his name.” Her eyebrows raised, head tilting just a little before returning to normal. She didn’t say more, she was going to stand here and wait until he chose to answer her.
Wanderer tilted his head back up to meet Nahida’s gaze, before quickly averting his gaze to a nearby pillar. “You’re insistent on details,” He muttered—though the words lacked any real bite.
There was a long period of silence before he finally answered her question. “..His name is Lyney.”
Nahida smiled wider, the small bell on her outfit jingling as she bounced on her feet. “Lyney,” She repeated in a bright tone, her eyes watching Wanderer’s face as he forced himself to keep a straight face. A small, joyous giggle fell from her lips as she replied. “I think I’ve heard that name.. Fontaine’s greatest magician.”
“Well, I suppose I shouldn’t keep you for much longer,” She announced. “You should go see him—my blessings given.” Nahida clasped her hands together once more, nodding her head. Walking towards Wanderer, she ushered him out of the Sanctuary. “Go on!”
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Wanderer’s geta sandals clicked against the paved pathways of Fontaine’s city, remaining on the sidelines with his head tilted down. Nahida had been incredibly insistent on him going to Fontaine—a part of him couldn’t complain, a part of him was happy to go and see Lyney. But he had shoved it so far down, refusing to swallow his pride.
A few weeks earlier, Lyney had given him one of the cards from his deck. On one side, it had an address written on it; along with a small note that said “Come say hi ♡ -Lyney”. Wanderer must have re-read it seven times, maybe out of how insufferable the note sounded or just because he liked reading it in Lyney’s voice. Either way, he wasn’t admitting that he found the message rather alluring in how absolutely bold the magician could be.
Wanderer turned down the road—his steps slowing as he found himself in front of a house. His eyes moved from the card in his fingers up to the door he was standing at. Raising a hand to the doorbell, he hesitated for a slight moment. He wasn’t sure why he was hesitating, but he forced himself to press it anyway.
Muffled through the door, he could hear it go off in the house. For a long moment, he stood motionless—before the sound of a lock turning entered his ears, then the door opened.
It wasn’t Lyney at the door; but his sister, Lynette. She wore a rather neutral expression on her face, one of her ears twitching as she studied the unfamiliar looking man in front of her. Then, as if a thought came to her, she nodded her head slightly. “Come in.” She stepped out of the way of the door, offering no more words.
Wanderer didn’t need to be told twice, so he silently stepped inside the house with no objections. As she shut the door, he turned to face Lynette; crossing his arms as his eyes traced her figure—noting key details. “Where’s Lyney?” He asked, the words sounding rather harsh, even if not on purpose.
Lynette answered quickly, waving a hand over to the staircase. “Upstairs, first door on the left.” She then turned on her heel, sliding into the kitchen and returning to a silent routine of making a cup of tea.
The puppet didn’t want to stand there in awkward silence any longer than he already was. Picking up his feet, he walked quietly up the stairs, his eyes moving around the house. It was a nice house—well decorated, with lots of photos of the three siblings. Turning down the hall, he didn’t knock—only because Lyney’s door was open. He was mildly shocked that Lyney didn’t hear the doorbell.
Though, it didn’t surprise him—seeing Lyney sitting at a vanity with a deck of cards in between his fingertips. Next to him, on the vanity, was a cup of steaming hot tea. The room smelled of rainbow roses, tea, and that familiar scent of Lyney that Wanderer didn’t know how to describe besides it being his.
As he leaned against the doorframe, Wanderer chose not to say anything, rather, a small smirk cracked onto his face as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. He liked watching how Lyney became absorbed in his work, drowning out the world to focus on his tricks.
Lyney still hadn’t noticed Wanderer leaning against the doorframe to his room, his violet eyes tracing the cards grasped in his hands like it was the only thing that mattered. He flipped the cards over the back of his hands, a smile falling onto his face as he snapped his fingers—and they vanished.
“Performing—even for yourself,” Wanderer finally mused, pushing off of the doorframe and crossing the room in a few strides as Lyney’s head snapped in his direction. “You love the audience. Even when you can’t see them.”
Lyney let out a small laugh, turning in his seat. His slim fingers reached up to pull his hat off of his head, spinning it in his fingers before placing it down on the vanity. “My, if I had known you would be here I would’ve done something much more interesting than this.” He hummed, crossing his legs as he tilted his head slightly. Their eyes met for a long moment, even just in silence.
Wanderer scoffed, leaning in with an amused look plastered on his almost porcelain-like face. “Always eager to please me.” He criticized, the words vibrating low in his throat as he lowered his volume.
The room seemed to grow tense in their silence, but Wanderer pulled away from the intimate space between them before Lyney could even utter a word. “I ran into your sister. Is she staying?” He crossed his arms once more, eyes tracing Lyney’s body before returning to his eyes. Though he had been keeping a straight face, something about Lyney riled him up so easily and he didn’t know how to explain why.
The magician straightened his posture as he stood, the sound of the front door shutting as Lynette—presumably, left. Lyney walked effortlessly, head slightly turning back to Wanderer as he left his room. Wanderer followed, his steps almost silent on the hardwood floors as they walked back downstairs.
“Just left,” Lyney replied, turning into the kitchen before replying to Wanderer. “She’s going to go run some affairs.” He slid into the kitchen, his fingers running against the countertop as he turned to the fridge. Opening it, he grabbed a glass bottle of water, before opening it and turning back to Wanderer. As if reading the tenseness in the other man’s posture, Lyney leaned against the counter, purposefully curving his body as if seeing how far he could push Wanderer. “Freminet’s gone, off diving. Just you and me, mon cher.” He almost cooed, lifting the bottle to his lips and taking a long sip while maintaining eye contact with Wanderer.
The pure audacity in his act made Wanderer stiff where he stood. He could tell that Lyney was doing this on purpose—to provoke a reaction from him. He laughed, the sound bitter—echoing through the air around them as he took a step closer. “Oh? Look at you.” He retorted, his eyes lowering just an inch. “Putting on a show for me?” Wanderer asked, a cruel smile cracking onto his lips as Lyney practically threw himself at Wanderer.
Lyney flashed a wide smile, chugging down the rest of the water somehow gracefully before carefully setting the empty glass on the counter. He licked his lips, a laugh falling from his mouth as he tilted his head down to look at Wanderer. “Just having a little bit of fun~” He teased, arching his back just a little bit more.
Wanderer was good at making it look like he wasn’t provoked, but he closed his eyes for a single moment and grit his teeth. Opening his eyes, he watched Lyney stand, and walk over to him. He remained still as Lyney brought a hand up, placing it on Wanderer’s shoulder and pulling himself in.
“What’s wrong, Wanderer? You look a little tense.” Lyney purred, tilting his head and laughing seductively, grating on Wanderer’s nerves like no one else ever could.
The puppet’s eyebrows furrowed as the magician clung to him—a hand raising to grip Lyney’s chin and tilt it down. His other hand, found Lyney’s hip—placing it there calmly, but with a firm grip. “Always trying to provoke others,” Wanderer laughed, his tone turning rough. “Making messes you can’t clean up, and expecting me to fix them all for you.”
“But you love it.” Lyney shot back, refusing to back down his pride, even in Wanderer’s hands. He leaned forward, eyebrows raising as his face stood inches from Wanderer’s in a standoff for dominance.
Wanderer scoffed, his fingers gripping Lyney’s chin tighter as he pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t soft—it was all devouring. The moment Wanderer’s lips locked with Lyney’s, he tilted the other boy’s head back and used his tongue to demand entrance.
Lyney froze, before melting straight into the kiss like he was meant for it. A muffled moan left his lips, followed by a giggle as he battled Wanderer’s tongue with his own before finally letting Wanderer shove his tongue down his mouth. He loved to toy with Wanderer’s feelings—in the way of making him all riled up.
When Wanderer finally pulled away, Lyney was left breathless—a string of saliva connecting their lips in a way of intimacy that words couldn’t explain. Lyney smiled profusely, bringing a thumb to Wanderer’s bottom lip to wipe it away. Wanderer didn’t protest, tilting his head up slightly as Lyney’s finger grazed his lips.
“You’re a fucking brat.” Wanderer bit out, the words grating in his mouth as he pulled Lyney closer against himself. He lowered the hand that was on Lyney’s chin to his hip; keeping both hands steady as he stared into Lyney’s eyes.
A smile raised on Lyney’s lips once more as he licked his lips, his head tilting slightly. “Oh no, mon cher. I wouldn’t say that,” He cooed. “Just a little bit playful.” Then, all of a sudden—Lyney felt a familiar, extreme tightness pool in his lower abdomen, his posture tensing just slightly. He then remembered how many cups of tea he had downed before Wanderer came over, followed by the glass of water he just chugged.
Enough to where Wanderer noticed, his eyebrows raising. “Is that so? You’re tense.”
“—Just,” Lyney quickly snapped back. “Hold on. I need to go to the bathroom.” Lyney slid out of Wanderer’s hands, but before he could go anywhere, Wanderer decided that he wanted to use this against Lyney. He didn’t just want to embarrass him—he wanted to full on humiliate him.
Wanderer’s hand snapped out and grabbed his wrist. Lyney came to a dead stop in his tracks, his head turning to look at Wanderer. “Wanderer,” Lyney spoke. “What are you doing?”
A laugh bubbled from Wanderer’s chest. “You seem to be running off so soon.” He could see the way Lyney’s posture tensed. The way the magician seemed to realize what Wanderer was about to do hit him like a brick to the face.
Lyney laughed awkwardly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Wanderer, don’t do this.” He spoke, trying to rip his wrist away—but Wanderer’s grip was firm. Too firm.
“Do what?” Wanderer retorted, acting almost oblivious to what Lyney needed to do. In his own depravity, Wanderer dragged Lyney over to the only bathroom in the house. Then, he let go of Lyney’s wrist before leaning against the bathroom door, blocking him from entering.
“Though, I figured that this was the only restroom in the house.” Wanderer laughed, a smirk rising onto his face. “It seems like the magician’s having a hard time.. Performing.” He teased, raising a foot up to place against the door, his arms crossing.
Lyney almost stumbled over his own feet as Wanderer dragged him—mouth opening to protest before clamping shut out of embarrassment. Then, he laughed, standing a few feet away from Wanderer. “Are you—blocking me from using the restroom?” He said it as if to confirm what he was seeing was reality.
“Oh, you want to go? You’re going to have to do more than complaining for me to move.” Wanderer cruelly commented, his head tilting up slightly to look down at Lyney like a toy he was personally playing with.
Lyney bit his tongue to force a whine back down, his impatience growing the more that Wanderer stood there with that look on his face—blocking him from his relief. A part of him was mildly aroused from how Wanderer was toying with him. “Wanderer, please.” He spoke, his eyebrows furrowing. “I really need to go, don’t be a jerk.” He forced a smile, trying his best to keep a suave act going on—but it was getting increasingly hard with the pressure building.
Wanderer caught Lyney’s gaze and offered a thin, amused smile—the kind that held absolutely no warmth, only a cold, predatory satisfaction. He didn't say a word, his silence acting as a wall that forced Lyney to keep acting. He found that the sight of the magician’s distress was strangely, uncomfortably arousing.
Lyney shifted on his feet, his posture losing its effortless, suave grace. He felt a sudden, sharp pressure building in his lower abdomen more than it already was, a direct consequence of the excessive liquid he had so kindly been downing earlier. He tried to maintain his usual mask of charm, but a slight tremor began to manifest in his fingers, and his violet eyes darted toward the hallway where the doors stood shut. There was no other bathroom, he was trapped in Wanderer’s cruel game.
“Please,” His voice rasped, his right heel now unconsciously clicking as he tapped his right foot like a tremor he couldn’t stop. “Don’t make me do this right now.” He mumbled, eyes meeting Wanderer’s.
Wanderer laughed. “You wanted attention, Lyney.” His voice came out low, husky. “You’re getting it. You want me to move? Get on your knees.” He snapped his fingers, pointing to the spot on the hardwood floor in front of him.
The shame was a hot, suffocating grasp. But as he looked at Wanderer—his cold, glassy-like eyes unblinking, his stance radiating an absolute authority—his resolve didn't just crack; it shattered. He felt a sudden, sharp ache in his lower abdomen, a burning reminder of his need to go that made his head spin. He didn't even process the sound of his own movement, he simply sank to his knees right in front of Wanderer.
“Good boy. Look at you, so obedient to follow.” Wanderer didn’t move. He used one of his feet to tilt Lyney’s chin up, forcing the magician to stare at him while he sat in shame.
Wanderer let his foot fall down. A larger smirk raised onto his face, his eyes glowing softly as he moved his right foot—placing it straight on Lyney’s bladder. “Trying so hard to keep quiet.” He pressed down slightly, making Lyney squirm where he sat.
A sharp, breathless whine fell from Lyney’s lips, his body practically shaking as he tried to suppress the new weight of Wanderer’s foot on his bladder—but his hips couldn’t help but slightly buck up into it. “Please—” He breathed out, tears forming in his eyes as they fluttered shut.
His head almost lolled back, and he could feel the humiliation start to pool in his stomach as he started to leak. Lyney pulled his head back up, his half-lidded eyes meeting Wanderer’s cruelly lowered ones. “Don’t.. Make me go here, please—Wanderer.” He whispered, his voice rasping as his breath caught in his throat.
But Wanderer didn’t listen. “I can’t hear you, Lyney. You’ll need to speak up.” He pressed his foot down harder, his own heat starting to pool in his core from watching Lyney beg and cry for him to let him go. “Oh, forget it. I think you’ll be fine going right here.”
A loud, sharp whimper fell from Lyney’s lips as Wanderer pressed down harder, panic settling into his gut at Wanderer’s last words. “Please! Wanderer—no, please,” He begged, his voice cracking as a hot tear streamed down his face. “I can’t hold it much longer—” He whined, his body trembling as he tried to hold it in.
“What’s wrong? It’s just me watching.” Wanderer laughed once more, pushing his foot down on Lyney’s bladder just a little bit harder. “Don’t be shy, Lyney.” He cooed in a cruel tone.
“I can’t, I can’t—” Lyney finally broke, unable to suppress it—his eyes rolled back and his back arched as a wet sob left his throat—a stream of piss started to leak from him, wetting his clothes and creating a growing puddle on the hardwood floor. His breath shuddered in his throat as a long, keened whine fell from his throat, tears streaming down his face as it came to a stop.
Wanderer’s face practically lit up in sadistic joy, the sounds of Lyney’s whimpers and whines—combined with the visual sight of him pissing all over the floor made a large smile raise on his face that he couldn’t hide. As Lyney practically slumped where he sat, Wanderer moved his foot down to Lyney’s crotch, pressing his foot firmly against his core before moving his foot slowly.
“You made a mess,” He scoffed. “So pathetic.” Wanderer grumbled, grinding his foot against Lyney’s crotch in a way that made Lyney’s hips buck up relentlessly.
Lyney hiccuped as Wanderer pressed his foot against his core—his hips bucking, face burning red hot as he cried from embarrassment. “W-Wanderer..” He mumbled, raising a hand to his mouth, looking away in pure shame.
Wanderer pulled his foot away, pushing off of the door before crouching in front of Lyney. Reaching a hand out—he gripped Lyney’s chin, forcing the magician to look straight at him. “Can’t handle all the attention? I thought you loved it when all eyes are on you.”
Lyney’s breath hitched, his hand falling back to his side. He was thrumming with embarrassment, the pure humiliation of Wanderer’s act making his skin prickle. He could feel the wetness settle into his clothes—undeniably wet by the depravity of the situation. “...” No words left his mouth.
The puppet’s eyes lowered as he tilted his head, his eyes moving down to the mess that Lyney was sitting in. He tilted Lyney’s chin down, forcing him to look at the mess he’s made. “This was all your doing, Lyney.” He muttered, his voice rough. “Look at it.”
Lyney felt his body burn up more as Wanderer forced him to look at his own mess, his breath hitching. “You.. are so cruel.” He finally uttered, his eyes lingering back up to meet Wanderer’s.
Wanderer stood, gripping Lyney’s wrist and forcing him to stand with him. “Am I? Or, are you just sensitive?” He taunted, his eyes still lingering on the mess. “I’ll clean up your pathetic little accident later. I still have to deal with you.”
Lyney swallowed his pride as Wanderer helped him stand, his legs almost buckling as he regained a part of his semblance. He didn’t ask where Wanderer was taking him, he just walked with him quietly.
Wanderer walked back upstairs, helping Lyney make it back up the stairs with him while he fumbled to not trip up each step. Wanderer found it amusing, watching Lyney fail to regain any of his earlier schematics. As they made it back up to Lyney’s bedroom, Wanderer shut the door behind them.
He didn’t say a word as he brought his hands to Lyney’s clothes, almost ripping them as he got Lyney down to just his panties. Lyney stood quietly, his face beet red as he let Wanderer strip him down to almost nothing. A shaky breath left his mouth as he felt Wanderer’s hands trail down his hips, his knees almost buckling again.
“You’re already falling apart again—I haven’t even touched you there.” Wanderer murmured, his hat placed next to Lyney’s on the vanity—his head resting on Lyney’s shoulder as he looked down to watch his hands trail down Lyney’s stomach.
Lyney’s breath hitched once more, his back arching a little as he molded straight onto Wanderer’s back. “P-please,” He gritted his teeth, but it was hard to remain calm. He couldn’t. “Wanderer..” He breathed out, his head falling back onto Wanderer’s shoulder softly.
Wanderer let his fingers tease at the waistband of Lyney’s panties, his eyes flickering up to watch Lyney struggle to keep composure while he toyed with the already frayed edges of his act. “Such a needy little brat.” He whispered into Lyney’s ear, feeling the magician tremble from the combined onslaught of his physical and verbal touch. Each time Lyney shivered—arched his back and molded himself against Wanderer, the puppet felt an unexplainable amount of depraved joy from watching the magician squirm and beg repeatedly like a broken record.
The magician could feel his resolve—the one that was already crumbled severely, breaking again. He grit his teeth, his thighs instinctively pressing together as Wanderer slipped a single hand under the fabric. “Fuck—” He choked out, eyes fluttering shut. The sweat on his forehead glistened in the light, his fingers trembling as one reached to grip Wanderer’s wrist, but not to stop him.
Wanderer, meanwhile, let out a low whistle from Lyney’s squirming—his middle and ring finger sliding down to rest over Lyney’s folds. It was wet—already from Lyney’s prior accident, and his arousal. The warmth radiating from Lyney’s core was warm on Wanderer’s fingers, making his eyebrow raise. “You’re burning up. All because I humiliated you.” He huskily mumbled, eyes lingering to watch Lyney’s face.
Lyney was fumbling to stay standing. He could actively feel his knees bucking, and Wanderer’s relentless teasing was making him unable to think straight. The slight pressure of Wanderer’s fingers against his folds made him shiver once more, his mouth opening but no words came out—only keened whines that made him sound even more pathetic. “This is torture,” He choked out, his hand gripping Wanderer’s wrist tighter. “Please, stop…—just, touch me.” He whimpered, pressing himself against Wanderer as if hoping it would sway Wanderer even in the slightest amount.
Wanderer looked at Lyney, then down to where his own hand disappeared into Lyney’s panties. He laughed, the sound sadistically cruel, close in Lyney’s ear like a verdict. “I never knew you could be so desperate for a single touch.” He exhaled, his eyes lowering as he spread Lyney’s folds with his fingers, eyes watching Lyney as he bit his lip. “Being pathetic fits you, Lyney.” He didn’t miss the way Lyney’s hips bucked up at his touch, making him more excited for when he got the magician to break completely.
“Stop,” Lyney bit out, but he didn’t mean it. “I-I..” He trailed off, gulping as Wanderer used his free hand to grip Lyney’s hair—making his knees almost buckle as he was forced to look down at Wanderer’s hand inside his panties—teasing him, touching him.
“Stop? Look at you.” Wanderer mumbled, moving his fingers to slip them between Lyney’s folds. Lyney immediately twitched—a broken sob falling from his lips desperately as Wanderer’s fingers slid over his core. Wanderer could feel Lyney’s slick coating his fingers—and he carefully slid his middle and index finger over his clit. “You’re fucking dripping for me, your cunt is practically begging for me to fuck it senseless.” He cooed, the words sadistically arousing.
Lyney’s legs buckled—but Wanderer quickly helped him stand back up. A moan fell from his lips, tears forming at the edges of his eyes as they fluttered shut. “Please, please please please—” He begged, his words almost slurring as he bucked his hips, trying to gain more friction out of where Wanderer’s fingers remained still against his core.
Wanderer, as if finally amused—by Lyney’s begging and desperate, pathetic attempts to stay standing, to keep coherent; let his fingers slide lower. He didn’t warn Lyney—just slid both fingers in.
A loud, sharp wail left Lyney’s mouth, his nails digging into Wanderer’s wrist as he drooled from the mouth, visibly. His violet eyes were blown wide, tears streaming down his face as he trembled violently against Wanderer.
Meanwhile, Wanderer was having the time of his life as he started to relentlessly pump his fingers in and out of Lyney—listening to the wet sounds of Lyney’s cunt clenching down on his fingers to try and suck them up as much as he could manage. Each time they went all the way back in, a moan-whine fell from Lyney’s mouth, completely unable to respond and only making incoherent sounds.
“Such a fucking slut,” Wanderer teased, curling his fingers inside of Lyney until he was whining loudly. “Making all this noise, clenching my fingers like they’re a vice.” He growled, his free hand holding Lyney in place by the hip. His fingers dug into the magician’s skin—enough to leave marks.
“Wanderer—! Ngh– fuck!” Lyney bit his lip harder as he whimpered, the taste of blood coating his tongue and making him shiver again. His legs trembled violently, and he gasped each time Wanderer curled his fingers against that one spot inside of him. “Yes, yes—please,” He whimpered, his hips grinding against Wanderer’s hand desperately, his climax building rapidly.
Wanderer moved the hand that was on Lyney’s hip—wrapping it around the other boy's waist as he started to pump his fingers in and out at a faster pace. The increase in speed made Lyney choke on his own moans—his eyes squeezing shut as more tears streamed down his face pathetically. “You really like this, huh?” He muttered, taking pleasure in finding Lyney unable to do anything more than babble and grind against his hand.
Lyney gasped for air, nodding his head as he grit his teeth and whined through them. His body started to tremble violently as he got extremely close to his orgasm—but right before he could cum, Wanderer’s fingers stopped moving. Lyney cried—his eyes snapping over as he turned his head to look at Wanderer, meeting the puppet’s eyes. “No.. please,” He whined. “Don’t do this to me!—”
Wanderer’s gaze was devious, taking sadistic glee in watching Lyney squirm right at the brink of release. “Say my name,” He said, smiling wider. “Say ‘Please let me cum, Wanderer’.”
Hearing the words come from Wanderer’s throat made him burn up—but he followed without a single complaint. “Please, please let me cum Wanderer.” He furrowed his eyebrows, eyes glassy as he looked at Wanderer and begged him with his eyes to let him.
Wanderer raised his eyebrows, before chuckling and putting his head on Lyney’s shoulder. “Good boy.” He murmured, before returning to pumping his fingers in and out of Lyney—this time, infusing his fingers with his own anemo vision to give it a special flair that made Lyney yelp extremely loud in shock, and in pleasure. curling them against his walls as Lyney clenched down on Wanderer’s fingers. He held him tighter, drinking in each sound that fell from Lyney’s mouth.
Lyney cried out in pleasure, the release building back up in his gut like a dam about to break. “Hnngh!—” His jaw clamped shut, teeth grinding together vigorously as Wanderer pressed his fingers against the one spot in Lyney that made him see stars. Lyney gasped for air, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave as he slumped back against Wanderer—his legs shaking as he moaned and whined, his hands gripping Wanderer’s wrists for any purchase he could get.
A low, sultry laugh fell from Wanderer’s lips as Lyney twitched against him, enjoying the feeling of Lyney’s walls clenching against his fingers. A wave of pride washed over him—that he did this. That Lyney was trembling and buckling at the knees because of him. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of Lyney, listening to Lyney gasp and shiver again. “So good for me, makes me wonder how much you get your panties in a twist thinking about me—this.” He grumbled.
Raising the hand that was wrapped around Lyney’s waist to his neck, Wanderer gripped Lyney’s neck tight—enough to put pressure, but not to hurt. “Open your mouth.” He commanded, waiting until Lyney opened his mouth before shoving his fingers—the ones covered in Lyney’s own release, straight into the magician’s mouth. “Taste your own mess,” Wanderer watched, a smirk cracking on his face once more; just from seeing the embarrassment on Lyney’s face as he sucked Wanderer’s fingers clean, moaning softly.
As Wanderer pulled his fingers out of Lyney’s mouth—Lyney took a deep breath, his eyes shutting as he let his head fall back onto Wanderer’s shoulder. “Mmm~” He laughed a little. “I taste delicious.” He murmured quietly, offering a lazy smile to Wanderer.
Wanderer rolled his eyes, pulling Lyney over to his bed. Wanderer pushed Lyney onto it—listening to the soft thud as he hit the mattress. Whilst Lyney sat up slowly on the bed, Wanderer stripped himself of his outer layers—leaving himself down to just his bodysuit. He didn’t speak, letting the silence linger in the thick, intimate air as he walked over to the bed before crawling onto it.
“I’m nowhere near finished with you,” Wanderer announced, using a hand to push Lyney onto his back roughly. “Just getting started.” He laughed, using his hands to force Lyney’s legs open—his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of Lyney’s thighs. Wanderer brought a hand down to his core, pulling the fabric aside to display his neatly trimmed bush.
Lyney let out a small whine, but his legs parted without any argument. His head lifted—though, albeit, weakly—to look at Wanderer as he adjusted his pose. “Just getting started? Wanderer—are you trying to send me to my early grave?” He laughed, his voice hoarse.
“Maybe.” Wanderer hummed in response, shuffling forward a little, he slid a leg beneath one of Lyney’s, then lifted Lyney’s other over the top of his other leg, leaving Lyney’s core an inch away from his own. “I’m going to leave here, making sure you won't be able to walk out of this room.” He spoke huskily, the words leaving his tongue in a sultry, promising tone.
In one quick motion, Wanderer tilted his hips and pushed forward so that his pussy met Lyney’s. At the contact, Wanderer let out a low groan, his hands moving to grab onto Lyney’s hips. Lyney, meanwhile—let his head fall back on the bed as they made contact, a moan crawling from his lips as his hips bucked against Wanderer’s.
“Oh fuck—” Lyney choked out, his eyes rolling back as he smiled and moaned in pure bliss. In all honesty, he had never done this before. Not with anyone—and the way Wanderer was treating him made his head spin. The roughness, mixed with the feel of Wanderer’s soft, sensitive flesh against his own made his head spin.
“You like that?” Wanderer laughed. “Of course you do—you little brat.” He moaned low, his hips riding against Lyney’s as he closed his eyes for a short moment, grinding his hips against Lyney’s harder. He opened his eyes, a wide grin appearing on his face as he moved his hands from Lyney’s hips to his throat. Enough to make it hard to breathe, but just at the edge where he still could.
Lyney’s head lifted slightly as Wanderer’s hands wrapped around his neck—his breath stifled in his throat. His face lit up red—as if it wasn’t already before, and a whimper left his throat. “Wanderer—” He whined, his eyes rolling back.
Wanderer’s fingers wrapped around Lyney’s throat tighter, enough to choke him but make sure he could breathe. “Louder.” He growled, pushing his hips against Lyney’s harder, the bed creaking below them as Wanderer increased his roughness. He dug his fingernails into Lyney’s throat, his eyes lighting up as Lyney brought his hands up to wrap around Wanderer’s wrists.
“Wanderer!” Lyney choked out, moaning loudly as his hips clashed with Wanderer’s, a combined spot of their wetness dripping onto the sheets below them. “Please—” He coughed, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth like a wild animal. “Harder–” He whined.
“Harder?” Wanderer repeated the word. “As you wish.” He drove his hips down harder—faster, the bed groaning loudly under their combined motion and weight. As Lyney cried out in pleasure, Wanderer moaned louder, his eyes lowering as he took one hand off to gather Lyney’s wrists, before pinning them behind his head.
By using his Anemo vision, he locked Lyney’s hands in place—making sure they couldn’t move. This made Lyney’s eyes momentarily snap open, before he laughed through his limited airspace. “Fuck,” Lyney whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut.
The puppet slid his hands back down to the magician’s hips once more, digging his nails in. Lyney gasped as he felt air rush back into his lungs, his hips bucking against Wanderer’s. Meanwhile, Wanderer leaned his head down, opening his mouth before biting down on Lyney’s shoulder, making Lyney yelp out in pleasure; his body trembling against Wanderer’s. “Ngh– Wanderer, oh fuck—”
Wanderer moaned, letting go to look at the mark. “You sound much cuter when you’re not trying to piss me off.” He hummed, biting another spot on Lyney’s other shoulder. He continued to do this while Lyney was crying, tears rolling down his face uncontrollably from both a mixture of pleasure and pain that he was loving every second of.
Wanderer could feel the combined heat of their cores rubbing against each other, and he huffed; he could feel his own climax coming fast. His eyes flicked up from where their pusses met to Lyney’s face, meeting the magician’s absolutely blissed out look. From that look alone, he could tell Lyney was quickly coming up on his second orgasm already.
“F-fu..ck,” Lyney cried out, biting his lip as his eyes rolled back once more. “Please, please please please—” A keen whimper fell from his mouth, his back arching as his second climax approached rapidly.
Wanderer’s eyes narrowed as he dug his nails into Lyney’s hips harder—to stabilize himself, but to also hear Lyney cry out once more from the pain. He growled, a smile widening on his face as he increased his speed to—as fast as he could.
As their moans, and the sounds of the bed creaking filled the room, Lyney was the first to fold—letting out a high pitched whine as his hips bucked against Wanderer’s, the sound jarringly loud in the room. Wanderer wasn’t long after, grinding his hips against Lyney’s as he moaned—and whimpered, his eyes shutting as he rode out his climax with Lyney.
For a long moment after, they sat in that position—before Wanderer finally regained his senses and pulled himself from Lyney. He let the anemo bindings fall away, before laying down next to Lyney and pulling him close, before pulling up the covers.
“Fuck,” Lyney exhaled, laughing as his eyes met Wanderer’s. “You’re rough.” He smiled. “I love it. Tell me, when’s the next time you can do this all again?~” He purred, raising a hand to Wanderer’s cheek before pulling him in for a kiss.
Wanderer didn’t argue, and returned the kiss before pulling away to respond. “Tonight if you keep testing me.” He murmured.
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Lynette knocked on Lyney’s door before opening it, seeing Wanderer and Lyney cuddling quietly in bed. Her eyebrows furrowed before she spoke.
“Lyney? I noticed there was a puddle on the ground near the bathroom. Did you—”
“I-IT’S WATER!” Lyney quickly shot back. “I just.. Dropped it. While I was going to the office.” He spoke, sweating a little.
“Oh. Alright then.” Lynette shut the door.
“..Fuck you.” Lyney murmured.
“Oh really?” Wanderer hummed back.
“..Whatever.” Lyney exhaled.