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I huff as I settle onto the bench outside of the mansion, an exhausted expression as I lean back on my palms and watch everyone putter around down below and figuring I was done for the day.
‘too many people’ i sigh, bringing a hand up to rub morosely at my face ‘this is all too much right now’
bringing up a screen i flick through the tabs until i find my notepad to have it drop into my lap. two days in and it was already looking well used, the meetings, jotting down random things someone told me or just recording down interesting things that've happened the past few days
‘The twins wont be returning to the mansion tonight’ i think to myself as i flick through the pages
Fayte had looked like a kicked puppy when hed told me; “Fayble still feels… guilty from what she said earlier, we know you're not bothered by it but she feels like she shouldn't stay here while she's still thinking the way she is”
‘its confusing’ I sigh ‘but i guess if itd make them more comfortable. maybe i should have them rooms set up in the residential area too’
The sky was still annoyingly bright, so I would be left alone for a while longer if I were to hide out here. standing up and moving inside i collapse onto the couch
“So the goal is to succeed the throne of Teyvat from Celestia” I mumble outloud, stretching out lazily “What a crazy life.”
with the notebook in hand and screen hovering i stare blankly at a new page ‘Keep busy, it'll be easier that way’
I let out a long sigh as I force myself to start writing down everything i know from memory and from my cheat sheet of a screen and log book
The game logs were the easiest, copying and pasting the raw data over with the word to word phrasings said by everyone. going as far into the new updates as possible - time is a weird thing here in Teyvat, although with Istarophs interference it was a given. Then it was scouring Wikipedia: every single reference to the gods, the Heavenly Principles and the shades was taken and written down. and then, it was what i knew from memory
In comparison it wasn't much. Getting up and going from bookshelf to bookshelf was annoying, but through each book I went through it left more questions than answers. The juvenile depictions of warfare were a little funny to look at, the short stories (and they really were short stories, the contents of it so crude with my limited vocabulary and inability to convey larger ideas back then) displayed simplified and easy themes but it didn't convey much to help with anything Albedo needs it for.
i drag my hand down my face, moving on to the next book and immediately wincing at another drawing of myself as a dragon
‘i forgot how much i loved dragons’ i flip onto the next page and pause ‘oh, this is different.’
I pull the book closer and stare down at the picture, it's of a group of dragons (of course it is), but they're all surrounding what looks like a pedestal with a coloured ball in its center.
i hum as i squint at a few of the figures
‘thats… Azhdaha, that tiny dragon next to must’ve been Zhongli’ my finger traces the rough outline of the geo Sovereign before drifting over the others ‘this ones apep- which makes these the other sovereigns'
i blindly grab a post it not and mark the page, gathering the book in my arms with a pen and leaning back comfortably while i go though the first major clue from this area
the next few pages aren't too important, ‘character pages’ of the different Sovereigns using much more basic terms, and a lack of useful information
‘I can't blame myself for not doing more’ I wince ‘This is better than nothing.’
the front door clicks open, I hear a shuffle at the front door before it closes again and blue hair pops up into vision as Ursa walks past the living rooms entrance. he blinks owlishly at me with his shoes in hand when i raise my head and nod a quiet ‘welcome’ before my attention shifts to the even smaller blue haired child beside him
I look between the two. ‘Did he- no dumbass, that's just another segment.’
“...hello” I greeted awkwardly “are you… having a sleepover?”
Ursa pales not expecting me to be back so early in the day and they both share a look before the child turns to me
“Yes. a… sleepover.”
‘he is not here for a sleepover’ i surmise as the boy doesn't even move to take off his shoes
“Alright then, did you two want the downstairs area? i can move to my room to give you space” i ask, sitting up. Ursa shakes his head and points upstairs
“yeah go ahead no need to ask for permission,” Ursa takes the younger boys arm and drags him to the stairs “-oh n’Fayte and Fayble aren't in tonight so you'll have the top floor to yourselves."
he pauses when i say that, turning to me
I raised a brow “did you need them?”
his shoulders bunch as he nods
I bring up the map and look over the realm, Ursa comes down from the stairs to stand on the other side to look it over, the new segments doing the same with a look of fascination
“it looks like they're staying at the Sumerian dorms” i murmur “if you want i can-”
i pause when i take in their expressions, both of discontent at the premise of having to go over that way
“what did you need help with” i ask instead
“The twins said they'd assist with an experiment” the other mutters “but it's fine. We can conduct it elsewhere. what a drag-”
“What's your name?” he freezes at the question before crossing his arms. the younger boy puffs out his cheeks “an almighty god should know their subjects name.”
“Well yes, I'm being polite as I've been told to by the others. I know your collective name is Zandik-” he falters again, turning uncertain “but I was referring more to your nickname from the Grecian- uh, the Alphabet Dottore had found, or are you like Ursa?”
“Is that really the name you gave Kappa?” he squeaks out in laughter, “that dumb nickname Omega and Prime gave him when they returned from Mondstat? No- unlike this failure I have a proper designation that gets used by the others” the boy curtsies “Call me Zeta, the successful child segment of Primes.”
i blink at the kids audacity, looking at Ursa and seeing his deadpan reaction to the youngers words
‘definitely not a sleepover’
“Alright, Zeta, Ursa. if thats all im gonna get back to this, have fun.” I tap out of the map and lean back on the couch again with my book
“what are you doing” i have to stop from laughing as Zeta pads over to the couch and leans over my notes, Ursas staring after him with an annoyed expression, an emotion I haven't seen from him yet
“im sorting through all my childhood drawings for clues on our Heavenly Principles and the shades issue” i turn my book to the two who perk up in surprise “its not much in terms of content but-”
Zeta reaches over and grabs the book from out of my hands “what do you mean, these are just childish scribbles!”
i laugh at his candid observation “I got alot of memories come through when i was a kid in my last incarnation, so little me wrote it down in the only way they knew”
i tap the drawing of dragon me in a flower crown “and that was by drawing, i gotta congratulate myself, for a 6 year old thats a good dragon drawing”
The noise Zeta makes isn't inspiring. “Well it's not a diagram- but it works, kinda.”
Ursa whack him in the side before taking a seat next to me on the couch and holding out his hands to the pile of books next to me
“i thought you two were having a sleepover” i point out while handing him an old sketchbook that id already looked through
“well you look lonely so now we're going to have our sleepover here and you can join us” Zeta announces not giving me a choice in the matter
“oh?... yaaay.” I say unenthusiasticly “You really don't have to kid.”
“psh.” he waves me off, and i can see he looks rather proud of his act of chivalry “Nonsense, The mutt and i can help!”
my gaze flickers up to Ursa at the name Zeta calls him, he looks done with the day but clutches the book to his chest and nodding along
“Fine, alright, the two of you can stay.” I turn back to Zeta “but stop degrading Ursa.”
“Huh. why?” He looks genuinely confused by the request
“brotha.” I look at him flatly “because it's not nice.”
he stares blankly at me “but Prime does it- and Omega. and Beta. and-”
I wince at the influx of segments names I know I wont remember just yet. “yeah well, they're not good examples of- mnn, how about this. we reduce the reason to the factor of ‘treating others how you wish to be treated.’”
he scrunches his nose up at my words, facing Ursa "...do I have to? he looks like one to me”
“Ursa, do you like being called ‘mutt’?” I ask, he grunts in response and shakes his head “see? don't call him that. he's no longer under Primes sole jurisdiction but mine aswell”
Zeta scoffs “I don't see the problem, we're family. and Prime says discomfort is a normal factor and should be expected and accepted.”
‘I really should not be giving out advice right now’ I look tiredly between the two ‘not after this morning.’
“Zeta, calling someone names they don't want to be called, is different from family type discomfort.” I murmur carefully “and what Dottore says can be true for some… ‘families’, it shouldn't be something you so readily accept. just because you're family, does not mean they automatically are a safe or good person to be around.”
he pulls a sour face “no! My family loves me- Prime, Omega and Beta! Gamma and even that bastard Delta!”
“I'm not saying they don't love you.” I huff as he gets on the couch with us and shakes my arm in protest after flinging my book to the side “im saying- oi!”
i wince when he decides to bite my arm, my face scrunches up as i press at his face, Ursa dropping his book to help try pry him off which thankfully doesn't take much because Zeta gags and starts retching when the golden ichor fills his mouth
“you little shit-” i hiss looking at the bite mark and seeing he too has the shark teeth sitting in his mouth like the rest of the segments. I summon a towel and quickly wrap it before carefully sitting the boy back and getting him a bottle of water and an empty bowl
Ursa rubs his back as the boy dry heaves into the bowl, i sigh as i hold it under his head and cart his short curly blue hair away from his forehead
“Okay- so, next time don't bite me so hard.” I murmur softly “look im aware of… how you grew up. im not saying that Dottore and your other segments are like that or that turning your back on them is the correct thing to do- your old ass village and parents are fucking dicks and should not have done what they did- you were and still are a kid. whatever Immortality you have, not included”
He glares up at me with watery eyes, wiping harshly at his mouth and I gag at the action, summoning him some wipes and tossing it onto his lap “eugh- use that, don't you dare wipe your hands on my couch child.”
i help him take out a few wipes when he fumbles, taking his hands in mine to carefully clean off his hands first “as a kid- you get first choice on family members. You get to decide who you want and who doesn't get privileges with you, and while Dottore and his other adult segments may seem like your first picks, having different adults you can trust is also a very good option.”
“like who.” he spits, sniffling as he watches me clean him up “everyone hates us.”
Ursa sighs, leaning down to face him before gesturing toward me
“ah- im not really a better option” i swswea "but i do care for you, if that counts for anything“
i drag a rubbish bin closer and drop in the wipes with a shudder “c'mon, let go freshen up”
I stand and lead both of them into my bathroom, i help Zeta onto the bench as its a touch too high for him as is and not knowing where a footstool lives and not wanting to go through the screens to find one
Both are quiet as i suds up the bad of soap, handing it to the boy before ducking down to find him a toothbrush and having to tear into a new packet this time round
“-okay, dont fall. im gonna go grab that bowl” i back away and head out into the lounge
Zeta lets out a low hiss as Ursa immediately bats him in the side
“You idiot!” he signs “you said you'd behave!”
Zeta whines, sniffing again “i said id play house with you”
“What, as the goddamn dog we put down?”
they both turn away from each other when i re-enter, shuffling to the toilet and tipping in the vomit and flushing it, then joining them at the sink and rinsing out the bowl with an unhappy grimace
“This is not how I imagined tonight going.”
Ursa lays Zeta a glare over my shoulder to which he responds by poking his tongue out at him.
i squint down at a bottle before holding it out to him “alright- this is going to be unpleasant but we have to make sure you didn't ingest any of it”
Zeta pales, “ but I threw up already!”
“yeah, now you gotta swish this in your mouth and spit out the rest” i tell him “this is mouth wash, it will help that funky feeling in your mouth. then if you start feeling ill again we're coming back so you can puke up more”
i undo the cap and show him how its down as he watches with disgust and slowly takes the bottle from my hands
“then you brush you teeth.” i huff, doing the same motions with water "I don't want to know the consequences of ingesting ‘god remains’ will do to you.”
Ursa snorts then mimics death, poking his tongue out and hanging his head making Zeta squeak and move faster
“s-shut up Kappa!” he barks indignantly as he cups his hands under the tap to gather water "you're one to talk- no- stop! thats not what i meant!”
Ursa and i both smile amused by his slip in words
“I meant- both of you stop laughing!” Zeta whines, balling his little fists. I cover my mouth and suck in a breath to try and calm myself
“sorry sorry, cmon, let me help you into something clean hm?”
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I quietly watch the pot boil, the lone packet of spaghetti pasta clutched between my hands. The last and only packet that'd fallen through and thankfully didn't shatter and crumple entirely. I remove the gladwrap from the almost empty plastic and tip the rest into the pot to cook
I wander over to the cupboard and grab out a bowl, bumping the door closed with my hip and walking back to the bench and dumping a handful of cheese in it
There's a tug on my shirt, looking down I see Zeta staring at the pot “what that?”
“...pasta.”
he hums
“Can I have some?”
i narrow my eyes at the child swamped in one of my old jumpers, clearly 10 times larger than he actually is then to the empty packet on the bench "I thought you and Ursa were eating the food from the screen”
“you only have weird stuff” he grumbles “we don't like that food”
i look sadly to my pot
“you and Ursa?” i ask, he nods nosing at the cheese in the bowl, picking up one of the shreds and hesitantly licking it before humming and shoving more of it into his mouth
I sigh but grab out a bigger bowl, taking the one in between his hands before he eats all the cheese and tipping it into the larger of the two, then fishing out the block of cheese from the inventory and a grater “look, you two can have some but we are sharing the bowl.”
he nods, snatching another handful of cheese as i grate it before leaving the kitchen back into the living room, trailing it as he shuffles
I look over at the pot and swish the pasta around with tongs, then move back to finishing off the block, leaving half in and putting the other half into storage and noting down for the next food prep day to grate the cheese.
i strain the pasta next then immediately dump it into my bowl of cheese, grabbing three forks and leaving to join the two in the lounge while swirling the bowl so the cheese somewhat melts while the pasta is still hot
“move it” i huff as i see the two had stretched out on the couch, Zeta groans but follows Ursa as the older tugs him up so i can sit down
I stab the forks into the pasta and sit the bowl in my lap and just start eating. I grunt when Zeta snatched a fork and shoves a clumped mass of cheese and minimal pasta into his mouth and chews, Ursa cringes at the sight but leans forward to twirl pasta on his fork and eats it with a tentative hesitance
“its really not anything special” i admit “but i think I'd offend the actual chefs out there if i asked for this for dinner and not the 3 course meals they're preparing”
“What are you talking about” Zeta says after he swallows “this is the best thing ive ever eaten!”
“plain spaghetti noodles and cheese.” I said dryly, "that's the best thing you've ever eaten?”
Ursa covers his mouth but nods alongside the younger boy
“What's Dottore feeding you?” i ask incredulously
“he makes us east these bricks” Zeta groans "they're a meal substitute, we just need to eat one every 48 hours and we get our required sustenance intake”
“no shit.” i mumble a little amazed by the idea “it must taste like ass.”
they both nod
“were still semi human so we still need to eat occasionally” he bemoans
“well this is the last of my pasta so don't expect it again for a while”
he gasps offended “what?! you cant just give us this and expect us not want it again, can't you get more?”
“unless you know a way to cross universes, no.”
he stares at me open mouthed “but” he squeaks
“The pasta I've made with Durin is not enough to sustain us for the next however long you're sleeping over” i tell him “he also gets the first taste.”
“i dont care,” he says bluntly, “I want the pasta.”
“can you even finish this?” I question getting him to focus back on the bowl
“yes.” he say determined, and although his expression doesn't change much i can tell he taken it as a real challenge
which prompts both Ursa and I to take a larger bite in response before he starts decimating what is left. I take one last bite of the precious mix before leaving the rest to the two of them and watching as they both happily consume it. hand reaching out to a screen and scrolling to pull me out something else to eat and deciding on one on an ‘Invigorating Pizza’, one of Jean's creations
‘A mushroom pizza is good’ I eye the green slices with caution though ‘but a mushroom cabbage pizza…’
i pull a piece out and nod at the cheese that strings before taking a slow bite, sitting still as i chew it thoughtfully, then swallow and licking my lips
‘its alright.’ i take another more confident bite ‘yeah i can deal with this. cabbage pizza can get a 6’
i glance up as Ursa and Zeta are both watching me eat this pizza, a curious look on each
“i swear if you're going to-”
“what that." Zeta interrupts me before decidingly chomping down on my slice of pizza
“you fucker.”
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I place down the last book, writing down my last note when I note the heavy feeling on my arm paired with the shallow quiet snoring.
“Zeta?” I murmured quietly, earning no response. I turn to Ursa who blinking blearily up at me, his book upside down
“Alright, let's get you two to bed.” I tucked my hand under Zeta's knees and a hand on his back before lifting him up with a grunt. After a moment of manoeuvring and waiting for Ursa to stand
‘thank god im on the first floor- this would kill me to do it daily’ getting myself and Zeta up those stairs were a true test of my patience and kindness but i manage to get him up alongside Ursa who wordlessly leads us to the room he's picked for himself
its pretty empty scant a few potted plants, all of which look stolen from the gardening center but i ignore them in favour of placing Zeta onto the bed next to Ursa and tucking them both in
i turn to leave when Ursas hand wraps around my wrist and gently tugs it to earn my attention
“Hmm?” I look down and look where his fingers point next “the bite mark?”
he nods
“nah dont worry, im gonna go see if Baizhus awake to get it patched up.”
he looks guilty as i take my arm back, inkneel next to the bed and give him a reassuring smile “its alright, besides i think the immediate regret when he bit me was funny so karma.”
i see his hand twitch before he deflates and tucks it close to his chest
“what sign do you know?” i ask curiously and frown when he shakes his head “no as in you dont know or no you wont tell me”
he shakes his head again and tucks his hand beneath his head
“...orrrr a secret third option.” i raise a brow when he frowns and gives me a four
“okay so, all of the above.” he nods at my guess
“alright fair enough” I sigh, I tilt my head down to Zeta to see him sleeping rather peacefully. “Is he gonna be a frequent guest at the mansion?”
Another shrug
“...does Dottore know he's here?” at the question Ursa looks down at the younger segments before holding his hand out flat, tilting it side to side
“lovely.” i mutter “well hes welcome to hang around and hide out up here, if any of the other segments start appearing i think then I'll say something- how many are left of ya'll anyway”
he winces before holding up one hand ‘5’
i hum “is that including you two? and Foxttore- that blue thing”
he shakes his head
i narrow my eyes “so if i had to guess. there should be an Omega, Delta… Zeta also mentioned a Gamma and a Beta which means theres one left. webbtore?”
he makes a face at the last one
“He has a mask but you can see his eyes, that's such a lame descriptor” I mutter thinking on how the web comic Dottore segment appeared “The one that killed Ursa the drake- that's a better way of separating him.”
Ursas scrunches his nose before holding a single finger over the back of his hand
“...i may seem smart but i dont know the greek alphabet enough to know what number correlates to the letter.” he gestures it again and narrow my eyes down at it “the first one i said? Omega?”
he clicks his finger and points at me nodding
“I thought Omega was the segment from Sumeru” i mutter confused, watching as he nods and then creates a cross with his hands
“What, did he get name demoted?” I guess, snorting when Ursa nods “Hah! is he called Beta now or something?” ‘-like a Beta cuck, snk.’
i let out an amused giggle when Ursa nods
I lean back and smile “I guess I'll meet them all at some point” I look down "in your opinion, do I need to do some ‘divine intervention’ and make him his own room here?”
when i turn back to Ursa he appears genuinely surprised by the question, taking a moment to consider it before inevitably shaking his head, patting the younger segments head and miming a heart with both hands
“good to know.” I stand, both of us wincing at the sound of my knees and back crackling like a pork roast
“Im gonna go get this wound looked at now, if you need anything knock first please- its hot and the invention of an aircon unit does not exist yet so i dont sleep with much on.” his nose scrunches at the thought and i laugh in response
“Goodnight, Ursa. sleep well. n’ Goodnight Zeta.”
I close his door and let out a yawn myself, summoning a screen I swipe until I get to Baizhu's character page and icon. writing down a quick note on a post it when i reach the downstairs area and sending it through to him
i look longingly at the couch once more, thinking of what i could do to pay Baizhu back for all his hard work.
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I fan the small scent diffuser trying to waft the more pleasant smell of padisarah to mask the still lingering foul scent from Zetas sickness when the door clicks open and Baizhu makes his way into the lounge, his nose wrinkles and he seeks me immediately “wh-”
“not me.” i say before he can start fretting “one of Ursas… friends had a thing, he's fine now and upstairs resting.”
he lets out a deep sigh and comes up next to me before eyes the tightly wrapped towel around my arm, placing a bag down beside him
“this is my dilema” i hold it after untying it “the kid, uh, bit me”
“of course that's what happened" he tuts, tugging me closer and unwinding his bag “so?”
“he got upset by something i said” i say holding back a hiss as he disinfects the wound, it looks shallow and clean enough that he doesn't take out much other than a salve and clean bandages “which i think is reasonable. he threw up because of the gold too”
“how unfortunate” he mutters under his breath
I take my arm back when he finishes and lean my forehead onto his shoulder with a tired sigh “Thank you.”
he chuckles, leaning into me and pressing a kiss to the top of my head “you're welcome, dear”
“Are you gonna stay the night?”
“mmm, i wont be opposed to” he muses “is there anything specific in your mind?”
“I wanted to give you your gift,” I said slyly “if that's alright with you.”
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I press him backwards onto the bed and he groans, the back of his knee catching on the mattress's edge. I part from his lips, arms stretching to pull off my shirt as his hands find my waist, his mouth curls into a fond smile as he watched the clothes fall and I lean into him
“So confident now,” he muses, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles. “This isn't what I thought my gift would be- did my teasing the other night rile you up?”
“a hah.” i say flatly, leaning down to press my lips to his and pressing his up against the bed's headboard, crawling up to sit on my knees in front of him “I just thought, you've treated me so well- i should reward you”
he flushes “I do it because I want to.”
“and i do this” i part his legs and paw softly at his waistband “because I want to.”
he lets out a shuddery breath
“youve been so dedicated” i say fondly “the first to help me, teaching me different aspects of this world, my most favoured healer ever since i first laid eyes on you”
he groans shifting his eyes to look up at me bashfully “you have to-” he voice drifts as he feels my hand rub the head of his cock through his underwear “t-to try better than that”
“mmn.” i him tugging his underwear and pants down to his knees and pulling him free of his soft confines, his dick twitching at the cool air, looking painfully hard and flushed against his stomach "you're very pretty Baizhu”
my hand doesn't wrap around him just yet, opting to watch him bob in the air while i shuffle closer and press my forehead to his with a knowing smile at his somewhat embarrassed state, falling apart before i actually touch him
“youve said that one before, my dear” he says back almost defiantly
“so pretty you make me forget what ive said previously” I muse “show me how to please you, love.”
he lets out a breathless laugh, his hand coming to wrap around mine, I have to repress the shudder that runs through me when he spits into my open palm before he wraps my hand around his cock and slowly drags it up and down in a stunted movement, his eagerness shining through as he sucks his bottom lip beneath his teeth and whines
“j-just like that” he sighs out “you can tighten your fist too-”
I hum as I take his direction, his hand falling away as I press him back with my other. fist twisting wetly as i pump his thick length at a slow and devastating pace compared to the one he had guided me to take, his thighs flinch when i grope them with a giggle, thumb digging into the meat to move even closer. His milky soft thighs taking to a slight tremble in his relinquishing surrender to my whims
his hips struggle as I languidly jerk him off, pre dribbling from his tip in tiny spurts. The globs wetting the opalescent soft scales on my wrist and making it shine, my own ring matching his (and the other suitors) getting covered but oh does it make his heart sing at the crude way it looks, it causes a pleasant drop in his stomach, a fluttery feeling as he imagines those hands placed elsewhere and caressing him
“a-ah” he moans out “I cant- i cant go for many rounds my love, c-come off so i can-”
copying what he’d done earlier i gather my spit and let it drop from my tongue atop of his tip making him flinch and then whine outloud, i smear it over his head with my thumb, working my fist faster and at an even pace
“like i said, this is a gift” i tilt my head up and lean forward to lather his reddened face with presses of kisses, soft smacks of cute affection as my hand twists and wrings out another lip bitten, muffled cry from the older man
his breath comes out heavy, his hands cupping the back of my head and mouth seeking mine longingly
“please.” he pleads “kiss me” he repeats my earlier words back to me, earning a soft giggle and a nod as i brush our noses together and lean in
our lips lock, it's slow and intimate, even as his hips stutter up to chase the plush suction of my hand pumping him with nothing but lewd intention to get him off.
“this is for you” I chuckle, moving to sit and cuddle into his side, draping my leg over one of his “all for you, don't you like it?”
“I love it” he pants out, he bucks up into my hand needily, whimpering when his balls ‘-plap!’ against my palm in a desperate attempt to chase satisfaction “-so much.”
I nose at his neck “that's good! I'm so glad you like it, my love, do you want more?”
he nods, forehead sweaty from the unexpected exertion but unwilling to turn from such pleasure, especially one he'd yearned for, for so long, believing it to forever be out of his reach. he moans as he thinks back, heart swelling and fueling that feeling in his core, he blinks back tears as he glances up at me seeing that content and almost giddy expression on my face at simply letting him rut his cock in-
his mind blacks and hips stutter, cum spurting out and leaking all over my hand. its thick and warm as it runs over the back of my fingers, I slow my movements if only to help him coax out the gratuitous amount that spills from his fat cock, a spent tired whimper leaves his throat as he works through his orgasm and clutches my arm
i leave a flutter of kisses over his face, pecking away his tears that spilt at the overwhelming feeling that wrecked him “Baizhu, it's okay, let me get you a cloth hmn?”
he body falters, and leans into the head board as i carefully pull myself away, padding into the bathroom and returning with a damp clean cloth
“I thought you didn't know what you were doing” he moans and the cloth is gently used to clean him off, I snort at him amused by his assumption
“I'm only hesitant when I don't know where boundaries lie, you've made it quite clear where yours are.” I tell him, tossing the cloth into the laundry hamper then helping him pull up his underwear and dragging him into the sheets to cuddle “i thought i was quite clear about that.”
he wraps his arms around me, burying his hands beneath my clothes to feel me closer “do you not want me to return the favour?” he questions
“no, im good” i smile cupping his cheeks “im quite content in just getting you off, honestly.”
“truely?” he asks a little curious
“mmn-hmm” I nod happily “seeing you cum is much more satisfying.”
“then we're at a stalemate” he murmurs, “because i very much would like to see you in a similar state”
“rest. you look wrung out, we can talk about it after you've rested.”