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“Why the hell do you have to be so big?” Aether huffed out, slightly breathless from the climb. Up here, he was closer to the statue, bathed in the glow of silvery moonlight. Aether took a moment to survey his surroundings, at the ruins he could see just off into the distance. It seemed he was alone here, but that only made sense. Most people had flocked to the city to celebrate Lantern Rite.
Returning his attention to the statue, Aether stared at it for a while, taking in the intricate details of the archon’s robes, each fold as beautifully crafted as the next. Slowly, his eyes followed along the planes and curves of Morax’s body, taking note of the muscles that had been elaborately carved into the cool stone. There were so many complex details on the statue that it was quite impressive. Even in his inebriated state, Aether could see just how detailed the statue was. Usually, he wouldn’t spare it more than a glance whenever he happened to pass by one during his travels or in the middle of his commissions, but tonight… he found himself inexplicably drawn to it. This was the closest he had ever been to it since he never had any real reason to climb up here. Right now, he was just curious and drunk. That was all there was to it.
Perhaps it was because the statue was the closest thing he had to a certain someone back at Liyue Harbour, who was most likely sipping on some herbal tea as he watched the celebrative opera, Lady Ningguang and the Qixing by his side. Aether ignored the pang of jealousy he felt in his body at the thought. It was a childish feeling, however, since he had been invited to accompany them, but in his heart, Aether knew it was merely out of courtesy.
As much as he wanted to spend time with Zhongli, he ultimately had to decline. Not because he wanted to, but because he had promised someone else his time. Xiangling had invited him and Paimon to a feast that was being held at the Wanmin restaurant. Inwardly, Aether wanted Zhongli to look even slightly disappointed that he couldn’t accompany them, but all that came was, “Of course. If you have other plans, be sure to attend to them first. Please send Wanmin restaurant my kind regards.” Clinical. Distant. Unattached. It was the usual. In the end, it was only Aether that felt disappointed.
Aether knew it was stupid of him to latch onto Zhongli, an ex-archon of all people, but there was something about him that made Aether want to get to know him better. Zhongli was just like his element, akin to stone. He was unyielding. Aether’s fingers itched to peel back the many heavy layers that made up Zhongli until he found what was hidden underneath. It was hard to explain, even Aether didn’t exactly know why he was so attracted to Zhongli, but whenever they were in the same room together, there was always this constant pull that he felt. It was like he was a stray planet that had been caught by Zhongli’s gravitational pull. But unlike the sun who was warm and light and nurtured her planets, Zhongli was dark and cold; like an all-consuming black hole.
Aether was afraid of being swallowed if he got too close.
Still, he realised that now wasn’t the time to be wallowing in his self-pity. After all, it was Latern Rite. He should be having fun, not mulling over something that made him feel upset.
“I bet you're having fun right now,” Aether sighed as he sat down on the Geo Archon’s lap, with his back against the stone arm behind him and his legs dangling off the side. There wasn’t much to look at sitting like this, just a mountain shrouded within the darkness of night, but that didn’t matter. Aether wasn’t here to admire the scenery, he just wanted to clear his mind.
Bending his head back, Aether peered up at the faceless statue above him and reached out a hand, cupping it gently around its smooth cheek. Sitting like this eased the churning in his stomach a little, softened the fuzziness he felt in his alcohol-soaked brain. It wasn’t the real Zhongli, just a cold stone statue, but it was close enough. Aether could pretend. Beneath his palm, he could feel it thrumming, resonating with large amounts of Geo energy. It was rather… comforting.
Whereas Venti’s statue in Mondstadt felt light, like a gentle carefree soul dancing cheerfully within a breeze with the ability to wash your worries away, Zhongli’s was steady and firm, like a heavy stone anchor that kept Aether tethered to the earth. Sometimes, it was what he needed during those nights he felt lost in a world that was not his own. Perhaps that was the real reason behind his infatuation with Zhongli. To him, Zhongli was the closest thing that felt like home.
With his head still spinning from the many drinks he had downed, courtesy of the citizens of Liyue that had practically begged him to try their wine, Aether did the unexpected. He didn’t know why he did it but he just felt an overwhelming need to. He was lonely. He just wanted to feel something fill the empty void that had left a gaping hole in his heart.
Sitting up, Aether pressed a gentle lingering kiss to the stone statue‘s jaw, just next to the heel of his palm that was still pressed against its face. Strangely, the statue seemed to hum in response, vibrating gently beneath Aether’s palm. The power it gave off wasn’t heavy and immense like one would expect, but it was somehow pleasant. Aether tilted his head, confused by this. He had never felt something like that coming from the statue before. He was hesitant but… he also wanted to feel more. He wanted to know exactly what it was.
Spurred on by his curiosity, Aether sat up and straddled the statue’s lap before he pressed another kiss to the smooth surface of its face where he thought the lips would be. This time, he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around its neck, losing himself in the warm pleasant energy that suddenly overtook his body. It felt like a hug—like he was being pulled into a warm and soothing embrace. Aether’s body melted like butter.
The wind was howling, tree leaves rustling, but it was all drowned out by the sound of his heaving panting. At the back of his mind, Aether knew that he was sitting here making out with a statue, blasphemous to anyone that would happen to walk past, but it felt like the energy surrounding it was kissing him back. Aether swore he could feel a warmth on his lips and his tongue, he could feel as the energy held onto his body tighter.
It was crazy. He was going crazy. He was so deep for Zhongli that he was losing his mind, desperate for any form of connection that made him feel wanted, even if he found it from a seemingly inanimate object. He was alone out here at Dunyu Ruins, making out with a statue just because it felt real. Like this statue was reacting to him, a rumbling beneath its stone exterior.
It must be because of the alcohol. Aether was still very much drunk, he knew this; his head was spinning and his world was tilting on its axis. He felt hot and it wasn’t long before he began to rock his hips back and forth looking for some sort of friction, anything that would make the ache building in his body stop. Until he could relieve the strain he felt beneath the fabric of his pants.
“Zhongli,” Aether breathed out, pressing his clammy forehead against the cool stone in front of him. His eyes were still closed. He knew that if he opened them, the spell he was under would disappear. He would realise just where he was and what he was doing. He would feel embarrassed and ashamed and leave. But no, he didn’t want to. The warm and pleasant energy holding him was still there. The rumbling he felt against his body was almost like gentle breathing. A steady in and out. In and out. The statue was alive. “If it’s you… please say something. Anything. Tell me I'm not going crazy.”
At first, nothing came. Aether listened intently for any form of an answer but there was nothing other than the sound of rustling leaves and his heavy breathing.
But then suddenly, behind his closed eyelids, it seemed as though the world brightened before he felt searing hot warmth against his body and beneath his hands. He felt skin.
In response, Aether’s eyes immediately snapped open and his heart leapt into his throat when instead of seeing the smooth face of the stone statue bathed in silver moonlight, he was greeted by a pair of deep amber eyes, a tall nose bridge, and a pair of soft-looking lips. However, those eyes weren’t the ones that Aether was used to seeing. They were still the same colour yet the pupils were vertical slits; a pair of very narrow diamonds, akin to a reptile.
“You are not going crazy,” Zhongli said, his deep voice rumbling. Aether wanted to scramble off Zhongli’s lap but he couldn’t move, rooted to his place by a pair of strong hands.
“Zh-Zhongli,” Aether stuttered, his face flaming. It seemed as though Zhongli had somehow teleported them into a domain, surrounded by a beautiful salmon pink sky, the floor puffs of fluffy white clouds. All that was here was them, Zhongli seated on a gold and obsidian throne, Aether straddling his lap. The only thing Zhongli had on was a white robe and Aether could feel the warmth of his body emanating against his exposed midriff.
“Now that I have you with me,” Zhongli began as his great big hands slid up down Aether’s back, “I would like you to know that if you had just admitted your feelings, I would have had you in my arms sooner.”
Aether trembled when he felt the tips of Zhongli’s calloused fingers dip beneath the hem of his cropped shirt. “Huh?” Aether said ever-so-eloquently. He didn’t understand. What was Zhongli talking about?
Zhongli hummed in response, the sound fathoms deep and extremely pleasant to the ears. Aether felt it seeping into his skin, sinking deep into his bones. “It is not difficult to read you,” he explained, “You often wear your emotions on your sleeve. I only wanted to give you time, but it seemed that the longer I left it, the further you drifted from me. An oversight on my behalf, I will admit.”
Aether could hear the words coming out from Zhongli’s mouth but his brain wasn’t processing them as it should. He was still so confused that the only thing he could manage to get out was what was on the forefront of his mind. “But how did you know where I was?” he asked, his voice shaking, “How… did we get here?”
A small huff, almost a laugh. Aether’s ears burned. “You needn’t be embarrassed about what happened,” Zhongli said, his fingers lifting Aether’s shirt until his back was exposed, “But I would assume it to be the very same reason behind how you knew it was me.”
Because Zhongli's power ran all throughout Liyue. Liyue was built by Zhongli’s very hands, sowed with his very being. He was a god. Even without his gnosis, Zhongli's power was still immense. He knew where Aether was and what he was doing, and also managed to apparate them here, where they could be alone.
Zhongli’s power was amazing. Aether felt tiny next to him.
But still, Aether couldn’t help but rack his brain to try and make sense of everything; he had run away from the festive celebrations of Latern Rite, drunk and moody, looking to clear his mind. Yet somehow, he had ended up in Dunyu Ruins where he happened to pass by one of Zhongli’s statues. Then things somehow escalated into him kissing the statue and now here he was, sitting on Zhongli’s lap—the real Zhongli. Although Aether had had an inkling that the energy coming from the statue had indeed been Zhongli, he didn’t think that his question was going to be heard and that he was going to end up here.
As Aether began to slowly have a mental breakdown, Zhongli moved first, lifting his hands to cup them around Aether's face in a tender manner, an immense power emanating from them. Strong and steady, yet… it was almost soothing somehow. The sleeves of Zhongli’s robe fell and bunched around his elbows, revealing skin that was a beautiful shade of onyx with glowing golden lines etched in geometrical patterns across his skin. It was beautiful.
“I am usually a patient man,” Zhongli began, gazing deeply into Aether’s rounded eyes, “but with you on my lap like this, looking at me with those lovely eyes, I cannot seem to hold myself back.”
Aether whimpered when Zhongli suddenly leaned forward and pressed a searing hot kiss to his mouth. His head, still spinning, blanked and he didn’t move until he felt a long, snake-like tongue lick along his lower lip. He gasped, wanting to pull his head back to see what it was, but the grip around his face was firm and Zhongli took his moment of hesitation to force his slippery tongue inside Aether’s mouth, deepening their kiss.
Despite his scrambled mind, Aether found himself progressively melting from the way Zhongli’s tongue moved. All of his senses were completely overtaken by Zhongli; Zhongli’s warmth, Zhongli’s burning incense-like smell, to the taste of his lips and his tongue. Zhongli’s tongue was strangely thin but Aether couldn’t deny that it felt amazing, the way it slid around his mouth and over his gums, running across the backs of his teeth. It was as if Zhongli was tasting Aether, looking for the perfect moment to devour him. Aether felt helpless.
From then on, he was acting on basic instinct, clumsily following Zhongli's lead as everything went by in a blur. One second, he was fully clothed and then the next, Zhongli had stripped him of his clothes until he was left naked grinding on Zhongli’s lap, mewling like a little kitten searching for more. Zhongli’s mouth and teeth felt like scorching fire as they grazed over Aether’s neck and shoulders.
His little cock was hard between them, leaking onto Zhongli’s robes. It wasn’t until Zhongli suddenly stopped kissing him that Aether came to. But he didn’t want it to stop and so he moved his head forward, pressing soft kisses along Zhongli’s sharp jawline. “Aether,” Zhongli called, humming low in his throat when Aether sucked on a patch of salty skin on the underside of his jaw, “Before we move forward, I need to make sure that this is what you want.”
“Please,” Aether whispered, looking up at Zhongli in poorly-concealed desperation. Now that he had a taste, he wanted more, “I want it… please.”
“How polite,” Zhongli hummed, “Very well. So be it.” A small vial suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, apparating in front of him before dropping into what little space they had between their bodies. Aether watched Zhongli pick it up. Inside the liquid was shiny and translucent. “Lubricant,” Zhongli explained and Aether blushed, ducking his head. He knew that this was where it was leading to, but it was still hard to believe. Just a few moments ago, he had been at Dunyu Ruins on one of Zhongli’s Statue of the Seven and now…
The cork popped off and Zhongli poured a liberal amount onto his fingers, the gel thick and viscous. The vial was then set to the side, lost somewhere amongst the clouds, and by the time Aether’s brain caught up with what was happening, Zhongli used one arm to pull him in close while his other moved down, taking one of his asscheeks into his hand. As he pulled it apart, his fingers, covered with lube, rubbed at Aether’s quivering little hole.
Aether squeaked at the contact but the lube wasn’t cold, in fact, it was warm as if Zhongli had somehow managed to heat it up. Aether wasn’t surprised in the slightest, however. If Zhongli was able to teleport him into a domain then of course he’d have other abilities, like making a vial of lube appear from thin air and having it be warm. How thoughtful of him.
“I hope you can forgive me in advance, it has been a while,” Zhongli murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of Aether’s button nose, “If I am too rough, don’t be afraid to let me know.”
And then… and then Zhongli suddenly pushed one of his lube-slicked fingers right past Aether’s tight rim, pressing it all the way in until it reached his second knuckle. Aether let out a hot breath of air, wincing at the stretch. “Relax,” Zhongli drawled and when Aether focused on relaxing his body, Zhongli cooed gently. “Good. You’re doing very well.” He looked Aether in the eyes as he began to move his finger in and out, the sound of soft squelching burning into Aether’s ears.
Slowly, he added a second and then a third finger. They were thick and the stretch burned at first until eventually, it didn’t. It came to Aether’s attention that Zhongli was suspiciously good at this, which made him feel a pang of jealousy, however, before this negative feeling could spiral any deeper, Zhongli curved his fingers in such a way that it had Aether involuntarily eliciting a sweet little mewl, the tips rubbing perfectly against his prostate.
“Ah. Looks like I found it,” Zhongli mused in a low voice, watching Aether’s expression with his reptile-like amber eyes, “What a pretty sound that was. Does it feel good?”
Embarrassed, Aether chose not to answer, instead opting to hide his face in the crook of Zhongli’s neck and shoulder. When did Zhongli learn to talk like that?
Thankfully, Zhongli didn’t push him to answer. All he did was huff out an amused sound as his fingers continued to massage Aether’s prostate in slow circular motions until Aether was breathing hard and trembling, his little cock leaking out strings of precum. He could feel Zhongli’s cock beneath him, hard and massive. The thought of Zhongli being turned on by him only aroused Aether all the more; Zhongli, an archon, the God of Contracts, Morax, Rex Lapis, turned on by someone like Aether… Aether looked down, wanting to see Zhongli’s cock for himself, wanting to discern how big it was, but it was hidden beneath the folds of Zhongli’s robes.
But it wasn’t much longer until Zhongli pulled his fingers out, leaving Aether’s asshole gaping around nothing but thin air. Suddenly, his robes came off, pooling down onto the seat of his throne. Aether was greeted by the sight of Zhongli’s well-built body. The onyx shade on his arms reached from the tips of his fingers all the way to his shoulders, blending in with the slightly tanned skin of his chest, slick with beads of sweat.
Zhongli kissed him deeply before he used his hands to lift Aether up by the ass. “I would advise you not to look down,” Zhongli said, rather clinically, in fact, that it was almost hard to believe that he was cooing at Aether just moments ago, “I’m afraid the sight might be worrying to you. I want you to feel comfortable with me.”
Well if you say that, I’m going to look down, Aether thought. Then, as the hot wet tip of something thick kissed his little hole, Aether couldn’t help himself and looked down. That was when he saw it. Zhongli’s massive cock. It was long and extremely girthy, but not only that, it had the same colour patterns as his arms, black with glowing golden lines. And along his shaft were what looked to be small bumps in horizontal stripes. Aether’s eyes widened in panic. Who wouldn’t panic? Here he was, a tiny 160cm boy about to take a giant cock that had to at least be the size of his forearm or even longer, and Zhongli expected it to fit in? Oh Archons, no matter how much he was prepared and stretched, it was never going to fit.
“W-Wait,” Aether breathed out, looking up at Zhongli in a panic, “That’s not going to fit in me.”
“If there’s a will,” Zhongli replied, using his hands to guide Aether down until the tip of his cock pushed slightly inside, “There’s a way. Don’t be afraid. I will try to be gentle…” Aether had no time to react because Zhongli thrust his hips upwards and forced the entire head of his cock inside. Aether cried out in pain. Zhongli was so big. He was so big.
“Shh,” Zhongli hushed, wiping away a stray tear that had somehow escaped down Aether’s cheek, “I know it must be painful. Just relax, I promise it will get better.” Zhongli’s eyes seemed to have a brighter glow to them. Despite the pain coursing through his body, Aether found himself mesmerised by the sight. They were shining like Cor Lapis in the afternoon sunlight. It was beautiful.
Still, he felt rather wronged that Zhongli had forced the tip of his cock in without barely giving him any time to prepare. He sniffled quietly. “That was mean,” he mumbled, sounding like a wronged child. Zhongli just stroked his cheek in apology.
“I apologise,” he replied before he cupped a warm hand around Aether’s face, “I could barely keep myself back.”
Aether couldn’t stay mad at him, not when Zhongli’s words had something weird and pleasant simmering in his belly. It didn’t take long before he managed to relax his body fully with the help of Zhongli’s sweet murmurings. Slowly but surely, Aether began to move his hips again, gasping when the head of Zhongli’s cock slid against his prostate.
“There you go,” Zhongli drawled, pressing a wet kiss to Aether’s jaw, “Go ahead. Ride me.”
Fuck, Aether thought. Seriously, where did Zhongli learn to talk like that? Still, he listened and rode the tip of Zhongli’s cock, moving his hips in a way that helped stretch open his asshole just that little bit more. It was nice, Zhongli’s warm body against his with his arms holding Aether close. However, at the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but find the whole situation a little funny; not long ago he was outside in Liyue, lamenting about the fact that Zhongli was so cold to him and now here he was, riding Zhongli’s cock, something he had only dreamed of happening.
Bending his head forward, Aether’s eyes fluttered closed as he focused on the pleasure building in his body; it felt like something warm and fuzzy was overtaking him, like his mind was slowly beginning to submerge in thick, goopy honey.
“Don’t close your eyes, Aether. Look at me,” came Zhongli’s voice and he tilted Aether’s head up by the chin until they made eye contact, “That’s it. Good job.”
Aether whimpered as he moved his hips around the tip of Zhongli’s cock, feeling the thick velvety head slipping and sliding along his slick walls, his entrance stretched open impossibly wide. Every time it pressed perfectly against his prostate, his eyes rolled into the back of his head, wanting to lose himself to the pleasure, but Zhongli gripped his jaw and gently coaxed him back into reality. “Not yet,” he crooned, “I need you to stay present, just for now. Focus on me.”
Not yet? What did Zhongli mean by not yet? Aether really wanted to know but he felt so warm and fuzzy inside like his entire being had been enveloped in a soft fluffy blanket. It was different to the alcohol high, this was something new, this was something different. All he wanted to do was close his eyes and let the overwhelming pleasure take over him.
His eyelashes fluttered. Zhongli pushed a thumb into his mouth and pressed it down on his tongue until his mouth was forced wide open. Moaning, Aether closed his lips around it and suckled on Zhongli’s thumb. He felt Zhongli’s cock pulse in him and all that did was make Aether feel even fuzzier. “Hm, it seems that you are still losing focus,” Zhongli said in a soft voice, pulling his thumb out of Aether’s mouth with a wet sounding pop. “Perhaps you should try talking to me.”
“Zhongli,” Aether managed to get out. Through his blurry vision, he watched as something dark passed through Zhongli’s sharp amber eyes.
“Yes, my dear?”
Aether’s entire being shivered at the endearment. “Zhongli,” he whimpered.
Zhongli cooed. “I’m here. You’re doing well, Aether. Keep going.” Aether pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he forced himself to hold Zhongli’s gaze. It was intense, how Zhongli did not break eye contact with him even for a second. Instead, he watched Aether rather intently as if he was taking in every little detail that he was seeing and committing it to memory. Aether felt exposed, it was like Zhongli was studying him, carefully gauging his reactions as he picked Aether apart piece by piece.
Zhongli’s hands suddenly fell to Aether’s hips, crushing them in a bruising grip as he forced Aether down further on his cock, pushing it in just that little bit more until Aether was left feeling breathless. “Mmm,” Zhongli hummed quietly, still keeping their eye contact. Aether couldn’t understand how Zhongli seemed so composed when he was here losing his damn mind. “Relax. I want you to try taking me all the way in.”
Aether shook his head. He couldn’t. Zhongli was far too big. He was massive. Aether has had big before, a flash of ginger hair and deep blue azure eyes came to mind. It happened during a moment of weakness when he craved company and the warmth of a body next to him. But this… Zhongli’s cock wasn’t human, it was akin to a beast. His poor little hole was struggling to get even a third of it inside.
“I can't,” he whimpered, snivelling, “You’re too big.”
“Oh. Am I?” Zhongli then asked, the corners of his lips twitching. To Aether, he seemed amused. Was Zhongli teasing him? “If that’s the case, then perhaps I should do the work.”
Rather abruptly, Zhongli stood up and Aether was easily lifted into the air as if he weighed nothing. It was only then that he realised just how tall Zhongli was, far taller than the height Aether was used to seeing. Zhongli’s cock was so big that it managed to stay nestled in Aether’s wet little hole as Zhongli slowly and carefully placed Aether down onto the bed of fluffy clouds, Zhongli looming over him. He leaned over and kissed Aether as he used his hands to push Aether’s legs back by his plush thighs until he was folded in half, his little cock twitching pathetically on the pudgy rolls of his tummy.
Zhongli seemed to notice this. “So it seems that you have gained a little weight,” he commented and Aether whined, covering his tummy with his hands. He was quite self-conscious about it, but he couldn’t help it. Food in Liyue was delicious and with a travel companion like Paimon—who Aether was sure probably hadn’t even noticed him missing yet as she had passed out in a food coma at Xiangling’s house—it was hard to keep himself in shape. Yes, he still did commissions that involved clearing out monster camps all across Liyue but it seemed that he was putting on weight faster than he was losing it. Zhongli shook his head. “No, I do not mean it as a bad thing. I quite enjoy the look of you like this. I enjoy holding soft things—your thighs to a great degree.”
Smooth, Aether thought, blushing to the roots of his hair.
“Relax. I am going to push in now,” Zhongli murmured before he added, “I apologise for my indecency.” Aether didn’t have time to even wonder what Zhongli meant by that when he suddenly spat a thick glob of saliva onto Aether's perineum, using his fingers to smear it over where the tip of his cock was still nestled inside Aether’s hole. Aether found himself absolutely stunned as Zhongli did it a couple more times, drenching his hole with hot sticky spit. He never thought he’d see the day that Zhongli would do something so crude but it was admittedly very hot.
With his legs pressed back against his chest, a pair of hands pushed into the softness of his thighs as Zhongli began to move his hips forward, his cock slowly sliding in. Aether closed his eyes and willed his body to relax as his asshole struggled to fit Zhongli inside. Yet, when he opened them again, he noticed that Zhongli’s face was tense, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration as if he was trying his hardest to hold back. Aether appreciated it but he knew that they were barely making any progress like this. At this point, he just wanted the stretch to be over. He wanted to be fucked.
“Please, move faster,” Aether whispered, gazing up at Zhongli with watery eyes. He sniffled and used his hands to pull his asscheeks apart so that his hole opened wider, “You don't need to be so gentle. I can handle it.” Aether knew he couldn’t handle it but he was beginning to lose his patience. It was nice that Zhongli wanted to go slow, but truthfully, Aether had been waiting for this moment for so long that he just wanted to enjoy it. He wanted Zhongli to fuck him until he could no longer move.
Zhongli looked at him. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“Please, just do it,” Aether pleaded breathlessly. Zhongli’s cock must be around halfway in by this point and Aether could already feel it press into his stomach. It was a strange feeling. He’s never had something so big in him before.
Zhongli’s patience, too, must be wearing thin because it didn’t take any more pleading before he listened. “Tell me when it hurts,” was all he said before he suddenly pushed his entire cock inside, Aether’s poor little hole stretched open farther than he thought it could ever go. As Zhongli’s cock slid inside his body, he could see it bulging from his stomach and by the time Zhongli was all the way in, Aether finally took a moment to catch his breath. He hadn’t even realised he was holding it in to begin with.
“Are you hurt?” Zhongli asked and Aether shook his head, despite truthfully being a little hurt. His asshole burned and the feeling of Zhongli’s cock pressing against his innards was strange, but it was fine. Aether was fine.
“I’m okay,” Aether breathed out, sniffling from the pain.
Zhongli hummed. The sound was calming. It calmed Aether down a little. “Let’s take it slow. I want to savour this moment with you.”
Aether’s cheeks flushed. Zhongli was really a sweet-talker, wasn’t he?
As Zhongli began rocking his hips, his cock moving in and out at a painfully slow speed, the pain in Aether’s body started to ebb away until all that was left was pure bliss. He looked down at himself, watching as Zhongli’s cock moved under the skin of his tummy as he took his time fucking Aether.
In the position he was in, Aether’s knees were on the clouds next to his head, pressed to the ground by Zhongli’s large hands, his ass lifted slightly in the air. Zhongli was looming over him, close enough that the heels of Aether’s feet pressed against his shoulders. It was the perfect position for Aether to feel everything clearly; he felt every ridge of Zhongli’s cock rub along his insides, the way the bumps lining Zhongli’s shaft caught on his asshole as it moved in and out.
Eventually, Aether began to lose the battle with focusing again and his brain slowly began to submerge into warm goopy honey once more. It was a strange yet inviting feeling; he felt lightheaded and fuzzy at the same time, his mind tingling in a strangely pleasant way. Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, he was barely thinking straight, he was only feeling as Zhongli fucked him slow and sensually, making sure he felt every little push and tug in his body. He felt floaty and the only thing keeping him tethered to reality was Zhongli.
The sound of fingers clicking in front of Aether’s face momentarily took him out of his trance. Zhongli released one of his legs to grip his chin and force Aether to look him deep into his amber eyes. “Focus, my dear. You’re drifting,” he murmured gently. Aether tried so hard to focus, to focus on the feeling of Zhongli’s heavy, dominant weight on top of him, how his cock was fucking him in all the right places, but it was near impossible. It seemed as though he was fighting a losing battle. “Come on, Aether. How are you feeling? Is everything okay?”
“Nngh,” Aether moaned, his mouth gaping open, tongue lolling out. He could barely formulate a reply.
Zhongli slowed his thrusting to a stop. “Now, this won’t do,” Aether heard him say. Aether’s legs were released before Zhongli instructed, “Hold onto me, arms around my neck.” And through the fuzziness in his brain, Aether managed, wrapping his arms around Zhongli like he had been told. Then, as if then weighed no more than a feather, Zhongli switched their positions pulled Aether up onto his lap again. Like this, Aether sunk down on Zhongli’s cock until he swore he could feel the tip pressing against his ribs. His eyes rolled back, his head lolling to the side.
“Come now, sweetheart,” he heard Zhongli coo before he planted a wet kiss to Aether’s open mouth, “Come back to me. Are you okay?” he asked again and this time, Aether nodded his head, though his body tingled all over. “I need you to respond verbally,” Zhongli chided.
“Yes,” Aether gasped.
Zhongli cooed. “Look at me. That’s right. It seems that you are in a headspace right now. Do not worry, you can ride it out with me. I’m going to look after you. I’ll be right here.”
Zhongli was saying a lot of words that Aether barely caught on to but he still managed to mumble out a soft, “Okay.”
“That’s a good boy. Here, suck on my fingers for me. Gently, that’s it.” Aether sucked lazily on Zhongli’s fingers, humming in content. He lost himself in the moment, his brain wandering, body floating away, only coming to when Zhongli gently pulled his fingers out of Aether’s mouth to cup his hand around Aether’s cheek, fingers tapping gently along his hairline. “Focus, now. Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”
Aether’s head lolled to the side. “Mm, fuzzy. Warm. You’re so warm.” Aether giggled cutely, resting his head on Zhongli’s shoulder. “So big and strong,” he mumbled, mouthing at Zhongli’s sweaty neck, “Want you...”
“Want me to what, dear?” Zhongli asked. Aether only hummed in reply. Zhongli murmured, “Use your words, Aether.”
“Mm, to fuck me.” His eyelids drooped. He had never felt so light before. He felt so calm and weightless, and Zhongli’s weight against his body almost felt like an anchor keeping him tethered in place. Zhongli’s free hand took Aether by the hip, pushing and pulling him back and forth so that Aether was grinding on his cock. Aether moaned, keening when he felt Zhongli’s cock press against his prostate. “Right there,” he mumbled.
“Right here?” Zhongli echoed doing the same thing again and pushing Aether’s hips down so that his cock plunged in deeper.
Aether mewled. “Yes, wanna be good for you.”
“You are being good, dear,” Zhongli assured gently, “You’re doing very well.” Then, he suddenly took Aether by the chin and tilted his head upwards, asking, “You'll be a good boy for me, won't you, Aether?” and Aether just melted. Nodding his head, his mouth wide open as he sucked on Zhongli’s thumb. Through his hazy vision, he noticed that something once again glinted in Zhongli’s amber eyes. Something dark. Something powerful.
Aether moaned and mewled as he moved his hips back and forth when suddenly Zhongil’s body began to give off a glow. Aether watched in amazement as two nubs began to grow from the silky tresses of Zhongli’s hair until they turned into horns, and then shiny scales formed around the edges of his face, down his arms and along the sides of his body. A dragon.
But he didn’t have long to admire the sight before him because Zhongli moved his head forward and nipped at the side of his neck with something that felt like pair of long sharp canines. Aether cried out in ecstasy. Before long, he felt the telltale tingling of his orgasm fast approaching, a coil winding in his tummy until it snapped, and he came completely untouched, squirting all over his tummy and Zhongli, making a mess. His hole pulsed wildly over Zhongli’s cock as each wave of cum spurted out.
“Good boy,” Zhongli growled under his breath. Aether swore he could feel Zhongli’s cock swell but he wasn’t sure if he was just imagining things or not. But as Zhongli held him through his orgasm, he felt something soft and spongy growing in him at an alarming rate.
“Mmm, Zhongli,” Aether mumbled, still feeling lightheaded and tingly from his orgasm, “What is… that?”
“My knot,” Zhongli answered simply, “I’m afraid we will be tethered together for a while.”
Knot? What’s a knot? Aether thought, but he was too blissed out to really panic. Instead, he snuggled into Zhongli once more, pressing his nose to Zhongli’s neck to inhale his scent; like a temple of burning incense. He could feel that Zhongi’s cock was swelling in him but it was only at the base and it was bulbous.
Zhongli moaned deep and guttural. “Aether, I’m close,” he breathed. Then, without any real warning, Zhongli suddenly grabbed his asscheeks with a pair of scaly hands and thrust his hips upwards as hot, hot seed began filling his swollen, fucked out hole. Zhongli’s knot kept swelling to the point Aether could move anymore. It hurt too much. The knot was far thicker than Zhongli’s shaft and that was already massive.
Zhongli grunted when Aether reflexively moved his hips, attempting to get away. “Stay,” he choked out, “Stay still. If you move, you will hurt both of us.”
Aether could only listen and sit still. Despite the pain of Zhongli’s knot, the feeling of hot cum filling his tummy was amazing. He looked down, saw how his tummy bulged outwards the more Zhongli pumped him with release until he was bursting with it.
It wasn’t long until Zhongli finally finished and by then, Aether was so fucked out that he could barely think straight. They stayed like that for a while, Zhongli nosing around Aether’s hair as his cock continued to pulse in Aether’s tight hole. There were fingers running up and down his spine. Aether didn’t know why but it somehow managed to pull him out of his fuzzy headspace until he was more aware of his surroundings again.
“Are you back with me?” Zhongli asked, his fingers still stroking up and down Aether’s spine.
Aether blinked a few times, trying to string together a coherent thought in his head until his thoughts coalesced into one. “I think so?” he replied, somewhat unsure. He turned his head and looked at Zhongli, who gently Eskimo kissed Aether with his nose. It was a rather tender moment, Aether felt warm. “Am… I back?”
“It seems so,” Zhongli answered, “Welcome back.”
Once they caught their breaths again, Aether moved back, positioning himself so that Zhongli’s cock didn’t hurt as much. Zhongli took a moment to move his hand down as he gazed at Aether’s body. The way his amber eyes glinted in the night, it was as if he was admiring his handiwork.
“I must admit that it is rather a shame that you cannot conceive,” Zhongli spoke as he stroked his hand over Aether’s bulging tummy, where Aether assumed his uterus would be if he had been born female. Aether whined, his toes curling when Zhongli pushed himself in deeper until Aether felt it squish against his insides. His knot was still keeping them connected and the stretch burned. Aether tried not to wince at the pain. “It would bring me great joy knowing that I have sowed my seed within you.”
“I’m… sorry,” Aether apologised quietly, not knowing what else to say. He didn’t think an immortal being such as an archon had the ability to impregnate others but alas… It seemed that there were still a lot of things he had to learn about Zhongli.
Zhongli shook his head. “Don’t apologise, my dear. I am only musing. Even if you were able to conceive, I cannot inseminate you as I do not have the ability. Yet, I cannot help but envision it. The thought of you bearing my children is deeply arousing.”
Aether wasn’t sure if Zhongli was aware that he had a way with his words. Not knowing how to respond, he hid his face behind his hands so that Zhongli wouldn’t see that he was blushing to the tips of his ears. The thought of you bearing my children is deeply arousing. Who even says things like that?! Aether wanted to kick his legs and scream. But in the position he was in, he couldn’t move. All he could do was blow out a long breath of air in the hopes of calming himself down.
A warm hand suddenly clasped around Aether’s wrist before it gently pulled Aether’s hands down, revealing his rosy face to the regal, elegant, half-dragon, half-god in front of him. Aether found himself awestruck by the sight. Now that he was free from the throes of passion, he was able to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man in front of him; Zhongli’s long wavy hair cascading down his broad shoulders and the lean muscles that covered his entire body, not to mention the beautiful umber and burnt sienna scales that blended seamlessly into his skin.
But Aether’s favourite thing was Zhongli’s horns. They were large yet they were neither sharp nor jagged, on the contrary—they were soft and curved, covered in what looked to be velvety coffee-coloured fur tipped with gold. They made Zhongli appear more approachable despite the scales that covered half of his body. Aether wanted to touch them. Were they as soft as they looked?
Zhongli was truly a beautiful man.
“Is everything alright?” Zhongli questioned and for the first time since Aether had met Zhongli, he looked worried. There was a small furrow between his brows, one that Aether wanted to reach out and massage away. “Perhaps I spoke out of line. I apologise. I didn't mean to—”
But Aether quickly shook his head. “No, please don’t apologise. You did nothing wrong.”
“Then what seems to be the problem?”
The question had his blush deepening. Aether turned his head to the side to avoid making eye contact with Zhongli. Staring at the night sky ahead, littered with thousands of tiny twinkling stars, Aether mumbled, “You just have a way with your words. It makes me feel… warm.”
It was silent for a moment before the sound of soft chuckling reached Aether’s ears. Surprised, Aether turned his head back around to face Zhongli, only to find the man smiling at him. Aether’s heart jittered wildly behind his ribcage. It was a rare occurrence seeing Zhongli smile, but every time he did, each one was more dazzling than the last. “You are…” Zhongli paused, reaching a hand out to stroke his fingers across Aether’s cheek, “very endearing,” he finished. “Truly a treasure to this world.”
“Are you always this sappy when you’re balls deep in somebody?” Aether replied, his face burning. It was a stupid question, but he always defaulted to sarcasm whenever he felt embarrassed or overwhelmed. It was just how he dealt with his emotions.
Zhongli laughed and shook his head. “Firstly, I have been abstinent for a very, very long time. I cannot remember the face of the person with whom I last bedded. And secondly, when it comes to you, I cannot help but be sappy. I just feel very fortunate to have met you, let alone be balls deep in you.”
Aether covered his mouth to stifle his giggle. He never thought he would ever hear Zhongli say the words balls and deep in the same sentence. It turned out that Zhongli was secretly a humorous man, despite his unapproachable and regal outward appearance. But his giggle was quickly cut short when he felt Zhongli’s cock suddenly pulse in him again as even more warmth filled his cavity, filling him more than he thought he could handle. Aether choked on his laugh and whined as Zhongli hushed him.
“It will be a while longer, I apologise,” Zhongli said, “For now, I think you should rest.”
Before Aether could say anything in reply, Zhongli suddenly switched their positions, rolling Aether onto his chest and holding him close to his body. Aether pressed his face into Zhongli’s neck as he felt the knot in his entrance swell and pulse. “There’s still more?” he whimpered to which Zhongli hummed quietly.
“It’s to make certain that I inseminate you thoroughly,” he replied and Aether once again blushed to the roots of his hair. “Although, as a heavenly being, I cannot reproduce, I still hold the characteristics to be able to do so. However, that’s something that can be explained another day. For now, I would like you to rest. Let your body recuperate. I will keep you safe.”
The way Zhongli spoke was comforting and Aether truly felt like he was safe from the world. In Zhongli’s arms, no one could hurt him. Not only did Zhongli feel like home, but here in Teyvat, he was Aether’s home. Here in his arms was where he belonged.
Aether didn’t realise how tired he was until he was able to finally shut his eyes.
The last thing he remembered thinking just before he fell asleep was that behind the many heavy layers that made up Zhongli, underneath it all was a beating heart that was much like Aether’s own. The sound of it beating in sync with his was what lulled him into a peaceful sleep.
“Happy Latern Rite, Aether.”