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The suit’s for their protection, not his.
It’s the standard greeting Xisuma gives at the start of each season, to both new and old friends. They play it all off as a bit, as their kindly old admin getting his usual joke in.
Truth be told, most of them have forgotten why he says that. What Xisuma wearing a full set of armor 24/7 is protecting them from. Maybe it means nothing.
The first time in season 10 that someone learns what the suit’s for again, it’s somewhat understandable. Welsknight’s sneaking back into the server after a month away, slipping in while Scar’s caught in a death loop and not really announcing his return. Xisuma thinks he’s alone on the server, and wants a little fresh air on his skin. It’s been a While for them both.
Welsknight catches sight of Xisuma in the shopping district. The clank of plate armor coming to a sudden stop tells Xisuma he’s been spotted.
Heat, through them both.
Wels, fighting against the haze, points at the brick shop. Xisuma follows.
They barely make it inside before their lips collide. Two pairs of hands shove at Wels’ armor clumsily, pieces falling to the floor. He’s half-undressed before it’s too much, and Wels sinks to his knees, wrapping his lips needily around Xisuma’s cock.
The second time someone learns what the suit’s for again, Keralis really should have known better. If you’re going to be barging into someone else’s bedroom in the middle of the night, at least be loud about it!
Especially in summer, when even the thin barrier of blankets are missing, and Xisuma can’t even be fully awake before the intruder pounces with desire.
At least he’s loud when Xisuma rocks into him from behind, one hand wrapped around Keralis’ cock while his own stretches Keralis’ hole. It’s gratifying to hear all the little vocalizations Xisuma can drag out of him, playing his body like an instrument; to hear how wrecked his voice is later, admitting he forgot why he came to Xisuma’s in the first place.
The third time is actually Xisuma’s fault, and he does feel kind of bad about that. Joe and Cleo were engaging him in a perfectly reasonable conversation about the new Nether hub plans. And then Xisuma doesn’t watch his footing, and walks off the side of the bridge into the river.
His chestplate (having gone far too long without maintenance) snaps in half on the rocks, and he doesn’t realize it until he’s surfaced, staring up at the two of them. Seeing them both stare back, directly at his chest.
“Rats.” A sigh. “Let me get out of the water first.”
The effect is at least a little weaker; they make it back to Xisuma’s base before they pull the rest of it off him. And both of them sitting on Xisuma–Joe riding his cock and Cleo riding his face–is a welcome change of pace. Especially since they’re both still talking through the whole thing. It’s honestly impressive.
Xisuma didn’t ask for any of this. He tries to maintain professionalism with his friends, despite the nature of his being an incubus. It’s literally not his fault the sight of his body inspires an overwhelming lust in the onlooker, and a desire to fulfill it in him.
That’s why he wears the armor, at all times. It’s for their protection.