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The gentle glowing of the rigid teapot totem in his hand only grows more and more tempting to use as his pain morphs and combines with his longing. He hasn't seen the traveler in what should be a short amount of time to an adeptus, but the yearning he's been feeling since their departure makes it feel as if he'd been waiting for an leden amount of time. Despite this he endures, evil will always lurk when he is most distracted, he knows now is now is not the time for heartache.
This time, Xiao is hunched over against a rock in Jueyun Karst, today was a particulary hard night slaughtering the grudes of old gods and demons in the shadows of Dihua Marsh and upper Liyue, he'd met the traveler in some "event" earlier in the day where he'd had the chance to bask in his presence again momentarily. The memory blurs and then he's staggering into Aether's room in search of his purification, dragging a streak of blood into the room and over the side of the bed. His medication from Mor-.....Zhongli had run out a day prior, and the effect of his karmic debt had been clawing at the embers of his soul, his body attempting to fold into itself, the pain is mind numbing even more so than he remmbers it being, he fears this may be his end. Drearily, he remembers the Traveler had granted him access to his teapot realm, the totem's weight on his side makes itself known and forces him to weigh his options. (Maybe)Succumb to his debt in an attempt to warn the other adepti of his inpending demise, or have the chance the Traveler will take pity and purify him; even if it's only a little.
He enters the teapot.
Aether, who had gone to bed hours ago, is dead asleep on his back. His loud-mouth companion is nowhere to be seen as his steady breaths come out evenly and long. Xiao watches with half-lidded eyes, probing over his prone form, observing his peacefulness.
Aether seemed to be having a good dream by the twitch of his mouth, the blush coating his face, and more so the tent in his pants. Xiao is too delirious to notice either as he falls face-first into the base of the bed, his spear clattering to the floor, suprisngly not waking the traveler. He removes his blood-stained boots and sleeve as he crawls into Aether's bed, laying his weary head onto Aether's inner thigh and curling up between his legs.
Aether's aura is just so soothing. Xiao can feel the corruption in his body gradually leaving like a mist in the air. The warmth and safety from Aether's body is addictive, the minor guilt he felt as he basks in his existence fades away, and Xiao and his weak muddied mind work less on brain power, and more on tentative automatic movements. He craves more of that warmth that settles on his cheek. He moves towards the source of the warmth of his sleeping companion’s body on autopilot, only to slowly realize that he's placed himself just below Aether's crotch. Aether's balls are just as warm as the rest of his body, and despite it being his crotch it smells......quite good. Xiao couldn't believe himself to have fallen so low as to catch himself sniffing a guy's dick as if he were a dog. But despite his karmic debt not influencing him to the point where he is unable to control his body, there’s something inside him that's being ensnared by the smell.
He noses his face into Aether's cock. The Liyuen heat must have gotten to him, because Xiao can see the sweat dripping off his thighs, dampening his underwear and creating the smell Xiao can't seem to tear himself away from. He’s focusing so hard on the smell of Aether’s sweaty cock he doesn't even realize Aether's legs coming to lock his head in place. Xiao is caught off guard, and gets his face smushed into the heady scent of Aether's dick without warning.
Aether's dick twitches at the stimulation, a small sigh making its way out his mouth. In an unconscious attempt to get more of that electric feeling, Aether rolls over onto his front, catching Xiao, who was now locked in place by Aether's despairingly strong thighs. Aether grinds down heatly towards the mattress, and coincidentally where Xiao's face is, and lets out a tiny groan. He buries his face into his pillow, his sleep undisturbed.
Xiao on the other hand is stunned. The scent that he was enjoying so leisurely is now quite literally on his face. It's thick, and the weight of Aether's body only makes Xiao realize that fact among other things he hadn't noticed while he was on his front; like his own aching dick or how the window was open, and he could feel the wind on said sensitive dick. Or maybe how Aether is rocking himself on his face. The heady cock is dragged across his face, but Xiao himself makes no effort to move or even push Aether off his face. The weight is grounding in a way he never expected, this time Aether rocks himself on Xiao a little harder, his back arches and his hips press down more forcefully as he seeks more pleasure, that smell is getting thicker, and Xiao can feel the slick rubbing up on his forehead. He tries to catch more of that scent, tilting his head back even more. The action makes Aether's hips stutter, legs tightening around Xiao's head.
Xiao can't stop himself from a full-body shudder, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, his hands amd arms lay flat beside him, gripping the sheets until they look like theyre going to rip. The scent spreads across Xiao's brain and commands the remainder of his thinking power to disperse, as his consciousness fades the smell of musk and sweat is then mixed with the wetness of fresh cum.
Aether wakes with a jolt. The orgasm was intense after all the slow rocking on his 'bed '. While his head is clearing from the orgasm, he comes to realize that his hips are elevated and a warm vent is being bruised against his sensitive leaking dick. He unclasps his legs at last, quickly flipping over in alarm only to see Xiao, eyes completely blurry and blissed out. A blush covering the bridge of his nose all the way to his exposed shoulders and down to the prominent tent in the middle of his legs. Aether can't believe his eyes, that standdoffish Adeptus, whom was always so passive-aggressive? Maybe reserved would be better? He doesnt know what to think anymore. Noticing the blood he freezes then panics, looking for injuries, before finally realizing he has none. Sighing in relief his reality sinks back in.
An act of desperation and panic, leads Aether to carfully wipe Xiao's blissed out face with the discarded blanket and throws it behind a couch to be taken care of sometime in the morning. He can't do anything else, especially about that.....erection of his, other than placing the knocked-out Adeptus onto his pillow, and hoping Xiao thinks of this encounter as a weird dream. If he looks at Xiao's boner and his dick twitches a little and maybe a little disappointment for not being woken up so he could help out? That's between him and the air as witnesses.