Chapter Text
The chapter includes:
Praise kink (like A LOT, you’ve been warned), thigh biting and marking, face sitting + rimming, orgasm denial, begging, implied aftercare
This one is a bit angsty in the beginning and at the end
Each nation of Teyvat was unique in its own way, preserving echoes of the past and inexorable race into the future, still hidden from the archons’ gaze. But it was hard to compare Mondstadt with other cities. Travelers wandering to the north did not often exhale in awe, they were quite rarely amazed - nothing too noteworthy at first glance, really - but they inevitably stayed for a long time.
Mondstadt did not feel like a golden temple or the pride of divine architects.
Mondstadt felt like home.
It was your first honest impression of the city having lived there for a couple of months. It bloomed with life on a sunny day, gushing winds ruffling your hair and making you laugh, and washed away your sorrows, bringing serenity to your soul on cool cloudless nights. The citizens of Mondstadt were, for the most part, friendly and helpful, convinced that even the evil grins of long-standing enemies would turn into good-natured smirks over a glass of their famous wine. You met different kinds of people on the way, so you were looking forward to seeing more colors and shades of the city. And this moment did not take long to wait.
You leaned back on the bed pillows and squinted at the bard beside you. His name was Venti. At least, that's how he introduced himself to you, deftly jumping on a bench and taking off his hat in a playful bow. And what an angelic voice he had, singing sweeter than the church choir. He could even be singing about unwashed barbarians, waiting for a fight with no hope of victory, and the Seven would sob from his song.
That day you stretched out your hand to him without hesitation.
Only then did you realize that this was the very moment you would begin to discover a different side of the beauty of Mondstadt. Not the beauty of home comfort but the beauty of its history. The beauty of the bitterness of loss. The beauty of citizens, having endured toil and misery.
The beauty of wise leadership.
You shifted a little closer to Venti, who was humming a melody to himself, and closed your eyes, thinking about everything you had learnt so far. Venti The Bard. Lord Barbatos. It was quite amusing to think that a teasing lad turned out to be one of the Seven. It didn’t faze you as much as Venti had hoped for. Though seeing him puff his cheeks in annoyance made your heart flutter.
You didn't know much about the territory of Mondstadt and Dragonspine before Decarabian, although some books talked about the now vanished civilization. As for the times of the archons, Barbatos was an ambiguous figure. On the one hand, he was not known for tyranny, like Decarabian (‘however, - you thought fleetingly, – even this story had its nuances’), but, on the other hand, there were few memories of his good deeds left as well. Being an archon who decided to give his people the freedom to control their own lives and be responsible for the consequences, Barbatos did not interfere in the fate of Mondstadt so often that the future generations would remember him well. It made your chest tighten for some reason.
You thought a lot about his behavior in the crisis moments of the city, which you had read about at night with Venti snoring sweetly, snuggled up to your back. Barbatos was a merciful and wise archon for someone who had been a little whisp of the wind, having proclaimed the era of humanity long before the rest of the archons would begin to dwell on it. Mondstadt may have been branded a godless city, but its god only responded with a distant smile. He was sure he had made the right decision. Everything was fine.
He was fine.
Your thoughts returned to Venti gently caressing your hair. You hadn’t done much for him. You wanted to let him know that you respected his worldview, his deeds, that he could rely on you and unleash the emotions stuck in his throat. Sure, Venti never showed a single sign of weakness, so from other people’s perspective there was nothing to worry about.
But then why did his ballads echo hollowly in your chest, filling you with a bittersweet aftertaste? The boy Venti was a summer wind current. The Archon Barbatos was a deadly tornado turned into a forgotten gentle breeze.
Your chest was filled with a strong desire to protect.
A strong desire to adore.
“What’s up with the sorrow look on your face? Mind me asking what is the case? ~ ” you heard a distinguishable laugh from above, a soft voice rhyming every second phrase. You looked up reluctantly.
You were met with a pair of glowing aquamarine eyes. The boy was hovering over you, mischievous smile lingering on his face. ‘Huh…It suits him to be on top of me, doesn’t it’.
“Was just thinking,” you yawned and lay back, enjoying the view. Venti looked truly divine on top of you. As if on the throne he so rightfully deserved, but so considerably rejected.
You and Venti became quite close, even intimately close. That was precisely why you knew some facts that most hadn’t heard of. Naturally, Venti could always be lying, and you were sure that some of the stories were clearly exaggerated, but he would never deceive you. You were sure of that.
It didn’t take long for you to share the warmth of each other’s bodies, cuddling in your bed, hugging in the busy street, brushing and combing each other’s hair. Venti seemed to be familiar with affection, with all that teasing and cheeky lines of his, though you couldn’t brush off the feeling that he wasn’t used to being touched intimately so much.
One day you caught the bard tense when you hugged him from behind, wrapping your arms around his slim waist. He loosened up pretty quickly and leaned back, but you managed to notice the slight blush on his cheeks. The blush only deepened when the next morning you gave him a kiss on the forehead, caressing his hair and enjoying the warmth radiating from his body. Venti almost shook at the gesture, but a second later exhaled softly and leaned into your hand like a spoiled cat, giggling under his breath.
‘Hm, he doesn’t look touch-starved. Maybe he just hasn’t experienced touching someone that much for quite some time’
It was only a few months later that you suggested sharing a house and, quite literally, a bed. You spooning Venti from behind was a frequent occasion from then on. Seeing his simultaneously powerful and fragile figure in your arms, catching his alluring scent, hearing his occasional shifting and mumbling: everything gave you a hard time trying to resist the temptation and lower your hands to his crotch to squeeze the prominent bulge.
But you weren’t that type of person. Though you both knew of each other’s feelings (‘Archons, he was so adorable, when I brought him a bouquet of cecilias’), shared a bunch of kisses, soft touches and barely audible confessions, neither of you made a move further yet. It wasn’t that you wanted it to be super special, but it was probably right to get used to one another first. ‘Venti should be rewarded and praised for his dedication and care,’ you thought, staring at him absentmindedly, a sly smirk appearing on your face, ‘Fuck, I want to ravage him so badly’
“Better think about something more enjoyable,” he hummed. His voice brought you back to reality. “Me, for instance,” the bard winked at you and stretched his legs on the bed.
You caught the sight of his legs in the infamous white stockings, his plush thighs visible from under the rolled-up shorts. Your breath hitched for a moment. You truly wanted to adore this boy. How can one be so magnificent and stoic, and so beautifully enticing at the same time? You would never come to understand. Let it be his little secret then. Among many others.
“Say, Venti…,” you started, sitting up in bed, just a few inches away from the bard. “Does the Anemo Archon have many devotees?”
“Barbatos is a popular guy,” he mused. “He must have quite a number”.
You both knew it wasn’t entirely true. He was still quite respected by the citizens, but you dreaded the moment he would inevitably evaporate from their memory. Though you had no intention to break the mood and turn sour at the thought. You had a better plan in mind.
After all, Venti got all your love and attention day after day.
It was high time Barbatos got a taste.
You narrowed your eyes and scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of apples and cecilias. Venti didn’t move away. He placed a hand on your head and gave you a quizzical look. It wasn’t that he didn’t like being close to you, but your sly smile made him nervous.
“And do his devotees worship their Archon properly?” you blew softly on his neck, feeling the hand in your hair twitch. “Do they praise their god for his kindness and mercy? Or are they just a bunch of flatterers?”
You licked a spot on his neck, nuzzling into him and feeling the boy tremble slightly in response. Venti’s breath hitched and he exhaled loudly, holding back a whine. He didn’t want to give in instantly.
“W-why wouldn’t they, hm?” Venti gripped your hair and paused, embracing your affection, as you latched onto his neck, sucking sharply and worrying the soft skin between your teeth. He had taken a bath some time ago, but you could still recognize his own taste and scent, making your head spin. You wanted to devour him whole. “Barbatos would sure appreciate any kind of, hnng, pra-aissse”
“I don’t think they do it the right way,” you made a trail of kisses up to his jaw, biting it slightly, and then down his neck, catching a glimpse of a blooming hickey. “After all, I am the Anemo Archon’s number one devotee, I would know better”
Venti’s eyes widened for a second. He looked down at you, holding his breath, his smile giving way to astonishment and growing excitement. And what a delight it was to feel him quiver in anticipation.
“Be patient, pretty boy,” you whispered, as he swallowed a moan at the praise. Venti was going to get a lot of those tonight; you would make sure of that. “Now…” you switched places with him and pressed a hand onto his chest making him fall onto the pillows. He would get a chance to be on top of you later, you thought to yourself hungrily. You leaned closer to the bard and teased his earlobe, listening to the heavy breathing. “Let me worship you the way you deserve, my Lord”
Venti couldn’t hold back a whine, bucking his hips into the air and blushing from excitement. He gave in pretty easily after all. Intimate touches do affect him greatly. If he was overwhelmed now, what would happen to him after you actually got to the main event? You couldn’t wait.
You were hellbent on making the boy beneath you beg for release and scream in pleasure.
*
“W-wait, my thighs are not – oh!” you interrupted Venti by biting his milky thigh harder. “O-oh my, I never knew you h-ah-ad it in you-aahh!”
You narrowed your eyes and sucked on the tender skin of a soft thigh. Looking up, you once again enjoyed the view. There he was, a whimpering mess, whose hands were tightly secured behind his back, no clothes remaining but for the stockings. His pretty dick twitched under your intense gaze.
The archon could untie the rope at any second, but then he wouldn’t get any praise and rewards tonight. So, Venti didn’t protest, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tried to stay still. He was a good boy. He was your good boy.
Your hand squeezed the other thigh and crawled up to the knee, pressing the leg to his chest and giving a better view at the round ass.
“Wha- AH!” You couldn't resist the temptation, and the sound of a ringing slap echoed in the room. Venti choked on his own words, muscles tensing and face burning.
“You look magnificent, my Lord,” you whispered softly, circling the hickey on his thigh with a thumb lovingly, “So beautiful and gorgeous, Lord Barbatos, you’re doing so good”
Venti sobbed silently and arched his brows, waiting for more.
“So cute and irresistible,” you kissed his knee. “So caring and brave,” you tickled the skin near the stockings with the tip of your tongue and stroked his other leg. “Absolutely divine”.
A low moan escaped his mouth when the bard felt the stinging pain from your teeth, another mark blooming on his milky skin. You wished you had vampire fangs in order to paint this canvas with a different kind of bite marks, but alas. You could live with that.
“L-Li-aaah-ssten! The Anemo Archon is not just- ughh!” you made sure he didn’t finish the sentence, massaging his thighs and nearly chewing on them. You took your sweet time tasting Venti to your heart’s content.
It wasn’t every day that you got to spend the night worshipping the Anemo Archon after all.
“Your thighs used to be so flawless, but now they are glistening with my saliva… all covered in my love marks. Oh, heh. Apologies for my language” Venti’s eyes were glued on you, his hips bucking from time to time at the lack of stimulation, cock glistening with precum. “I hope you accept this humble servant’s gift, my Lord”
The boy gasped. Your devotion filled whisper made his stomach drop. He bit his lip nervously and calmed his breathing so that his voice wouldn’t sound too pathetic.
“Y-you know, the Anemo Archon is not just his thighs!” even if he tried to make his voice sound demanding, it turned out as whiny. Precious.
“My lord, I am afraid I don’t quite understand.”
“No way yo-Oh! Aaaahh!” you blew softly on Venti’s asshole, moist from precum and drops of sweat running down his crack. It twitched deliciously, making your mouth water. His cock, which had previously been a pretty pink color, was now red and constantly dripping.
Gods, Venti was intoxicatingly sweet.
“I don’t,” your eyes sparkled with joy and self-satisfaction.
He flinched as you dived back into the plush of his thigh, totally ignoring him. You squeezed the skin harder, pulling the boy closer to you. Though your breath sometimes tickled the tender hole between his ass cheeks, you never indulged yourself.
Patience, patience.
“What an ignorant devotee you have, my Archon” your venomous tone made his stomach burn. “But I would do anything for you”
“Anything?” Venti asked under his breath.
“Of course. You are such a powerful Archon, such a merciful and courageous leader, an inspiration for artists and writers, ” Venti’s cheeks burnt, but not with lust this time. Somehow, he found it hard to believe your words. “Anything you ask”
Venti swallowed loudly. You made another trail of wet kisses straight to his cock, stopping on tracks immediately. The boy could feel your grin against his skin.
“You just need to ask”
Being in a hazy state of mind Venti didn’t immediately catch the meaning of your words, but then it slowly dawned on him. He gritted his teeth, a muffled whine escaping him.
All right, it wasn’t beneath him to ask.
“Stop caring only abo-umph!” you stopped him with a sudden kiss, hungrily exploring the insides of his mouth.
At first Venti was furious. You did that on purpose, it wasn’t fair! What a treacherous move! But a second later he was already melting into the messy kiss.
It wasn’t the first time you two kissed each other, but it was the first heated one. You lapped at him feverishly, catching all his moans and groans. The ombre tips of his braids had been glowing for quite a while now, but they turned radiant at the kiss. ‘What an honest body he has. So many ways for me to make him lose his mind’
You pulled away from Venti, a trail of spit following you, and licked your lips.
“Was there something you wanted to say, my Lord?” you asked, ready to close the distance between you two again.
You were evil. So loving and kind; and so evil.
Venti whined audibly, shaking his head in disbelief. Why were you like this? Couldn’t you get the clue already?
“All right, I think I understand,” you mused absently, giving Venti a glimpse of hope. “Does my Lord want me to touch him in other places?” Meanwhile you were caressing his legs, paying special attention to the bite marks and hickeys.
“Yes!” he nearly screamed. He couldn’t wait any longer. You were messing with him for far too long.
“Does he want me to touch his lower regions?” you asked as vaguely as possible, thumb circling under his full balls.
“F-fuck, yes!” it was rare for Venti to swear, one point for you.
“For example…”
“Yes! Yes!”
You drew closer to the bard, cupping his cheeks, the sweet taste of victory tingling the tip of your tongue. The lovely bunny was too lost in impatience and pleasure to care much about anything else.
“…His cute little asshole?”
“YES!” he bucked his hips into you, hands gripping at the rope restraining them.
‘I wonder if he was actually listening to anything I was saying,’ you hummed, kissing his tear-stained cheek. He was on edge already, poor thing.
But that wasn’t enough. You promised Venti would get the best orgasm any god can have. And you never went back on your word. But the Archon hadn’t been worshipped enough yet.
“As you wish, my Lord,” you pecked him on the nose. “Let’s change positions a bit then”
“…huh?” Venti’s mind was working slowly, lost in anticipation of a promised orgasm. Too bad you had no intention of giving him the sweet release just yet.
You lay down on your back and placed the bard on top of you. Just where he belonged. You hummed in satisfaction, noticing the precum covered cock between his legs. Venti could cum any moment with strong enough stimulation, so you had to be extra careful.
The boy’s ass was hovering just above your face, and you inhaled the delicious smell of arousal. His hips were trembling and you weren’t sure that he would be able to support himself for too long. But oh well, suffocating between his thighs was the only way for you to go.
“Wha…W-what are you..?” Venti swallowed heavily, eyes darting between your body and his own.
“What you asked of me, my Lord,” you answered innocently and gripped his hips. “You told me to give your ass some love, and who am I to refuse? I want my beautiful Archon to feel appreciated by his people. This is a reward for him, after all”
“B-but…You said-” he hiccupped pathetically at your cocky answer. You were so mean. You patted Venti’s butt and smooched his thigh only to feel him flinch once again, eyes hazy and body weak.
“You’re doing so good, pretty boy,” you decided to let go of your persona for a moment and reassure the bard. “Let me take care of you. Right now I’m your loyal servant, ready to worship you all day long. Hold out a little longer for me and stay still until I say otherwise, dear”
Venti sobbed loudly, throwing back his head. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum. He wanted to cum.
If Venti succumbed to the temptation, you… You probably wouldn’t even get angry. You would probably laugh it off and tease him later for being so naughty and impatient. But he wanted to be a good boy for you. Just for his devotee. You were whispering so many encouraging praises for Lord Barbatos tonight. He felt so
Loved.
Venti nodded hastily, chest heaving.
“Then let your number one devotee service you the way you deserve,” you said dreamily and heard him let out an adorably high-pitched yelp as you dropped his hips on your face.
The warmth of Venti’s body enveloped you, thighs softly pressing at the sides of your face. You were mesmerized for a moment. You had never been that intimate with Venti and the first thing you decided to do was to sit him on your face and eat him out. You giggled joyously, your longing lapping at your abdomen. Gods, you loved this boy so much.
Venti quivered, a sobbing moan echoing in the room, reminding you to pick up the pace. He didn’t make a move yet though, obediently staying still.
“My good little Archon,” you exhaled happily.
Before Venti could react, you stuck your tongue out and licked a long stripe up his ass crack, earning a broken whine. His neglected cock was throbbing violently, and Venti had to shut his eyes tightly to distract himself.
His little hole was twitching adorably, missing the warm fleeting feeling of your tongue. Finally, you could indulge yourself. Not waiting a second longer you swirled your tongue around his asshole, having a taste of the bard. You felt Venti shift a little and you gripped his hips tightly, reminding not to move.
“Such a sweet hungry ass,” you said in between your rapid licks. Venti’s whimpering picked up as he was trying his best to be good. “Would you like me to eat you out, my Lord?”
His face was screaming “yes!”, but no words were coming out of his mouth just yet. Venti was still sobbing and hiccupping, desperately trying to regain some self-control.
“Well, since you seem to object…” you trailed off teasingly.
“N-no! No!” Venti’s hoarse voice was finally heard from above.
“No?” you gave his hole a wet kiss. It was fluttering cutely, waiting for your attention, as if it had been created for a single purpose – for you to eat out this ass daily.
“No…Nooo!” Venti repeated like a mantra.
“My Lord, tell me clearly what you want. You are so smart, so well-versed in poetry and good with words too; you know what you want… Say it” you let go of his hips for a moment and stretched his asshole with your thumbs, relaxed muscles giving in under your touch. You were waiting patiently and enjoying the tempting view.
“I…I want…” Venti could feel his ass twitching uncontrollably, begging for your tongue. His face flushed bright red as he realized that you could see all of him right now.
Your tongue slowly circled around, teasing and pulling at the rim of his anus. Too slowly.
“I wa-want you…” the boy paused in embarrassment. “I want your tongue…inside”
“Inside where?” another messy kiss to his hole, wet and slimy from your spit.
“Why are you..?”
“Inside. Where?” your voice suddenly dropped, making Venti shiver under your touch. “My Lord” you added then casually, chuckling softly.
Venti was on the verge of cumming, but you were always too perceptive for his liking, making sure to pull away every time he came closer to the edge.
“Inside my ass!” he cried out desperately, instinctively grinding his hips. You squeezed his butt in warning and clicked your tongue.
“I’m terribly sorry, my Archon, your loyal devotee wants you to be more aware of your beautiful body” Venti’s lower lip trembled, tears pricking at his eyes. What more did you want? “What did your servant call this body part? It isn’t ‘just an ass’ for me”
Venti swallowed rapidly, trying to resist the urge to ride your face this instant. He wanted to feel you inside so badly. He didn’t even care for his cock anymore. All he could think of was your warm skillful tongue and soft praises.
“My-ah! My sweet…” Venti’s braids were glowing so brightly from embarrassment that he could swear they were lighting up the room. “I wa-aaah-want your tongue inside my sweet h-hungry ass!”
The moment these words tripped from his tongue, you plunged your tongue into his wet hole, hearing him gasp raggedly for air.
“Ahhh! Oh gods! Please! Aaaaahhh! ” he ultimately failed to regain control. Venti’s eyes widened as he felt you inside of him, his stomach burning. He wanted to grind down on your tongue so much.
You slurped at his ass, spreading the round butt cheeks for easy access. The hole was indeed a hungry one, clenching around you and sucking your tongue deeper. His tender inner walls couldn’t stop spasming, even though your tongue wasn’t long enough to tease Venti’s prostate.
He could feel his toes curling with every move you made. Venti felt so much and not enough at the same time. He would honestly let you eat him out every single day just to relive the feeling of your fingers massaging his skin and your tongue wriggling frantically inside and nearly driving the boy to his limit.
“So soft and sensitive for your devotee, My Lord. That’s how archons should answer our prayers, ” you said huskily, licking the wide stripe up the ass. “So pretty and honest… and taste so sweet for me, ” you smiled before diving back.
“Please! Please, don’t stop! I’ll- Ah! Ah! I’ll do whatever -hnng!” Venti’s words turned into a loud moan, throat getting dry, as his mind was becoming hazier with every frantic movement inside of him.
As you were taking your time tonguefucking Venti’s asshole, he almost reached the long-awaited orgasm. He squeezed your head with his thighs, body trembling, anus squelching like a pussy around your tongue, thrusting forcefully into him.
But the moment he felt his dick give a violent twitch, you detached from him with a loud pop.
“NOO!! Nononono! Nooo!” Venti cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks, head shaking violently. How many times had he been denied already? The rope around his hands cracked, but he seemed to be aware of the surroundings enough not to tear it apart. Instead, his fingers gripped it so that his knuckles turned white. “Wh-whaaaa-WHY? What did I…I was just…I DIDN’T EVEN -”
You raised the boy above you a bit so that he wouldn’t actually suffocate you and stroked his leg reassuringly.
“I’m so sorry, my Lord, but before I give you my final gift, you should prove your worshippers that you are indeed the stunning Archon you are rumored to be,” you kissed his ass cheek, nuzzling the soft skin.
“What, ah, mmmm… What do you mean?” Venti hiccupped, his poor hole clenching down at nothing.
“Tell me what a beautiful and talented Archon you are, Lord Barbatos. And I will yield your every word,” you blew lightly on his drooling anus, making the bard shiver.
“Haaa…Haaa…Why?” Venti struggled trying to maintain balance.
“I’m your number one devotee. It’s only natural that I want my Archon to be the best. I want to know that my Archon cherishes himself as well. Go on, tell me how good you are,” your tone softened as you gave his butt another kiss.
You didn’t wait for him to say anything and licked the hole again tenderly, a promise for more if he complied. Venti pursed his lips and exhaled in defeat.
“I- I am always there to listen -mmph – to my people. I fight for them, I- I create for them, I lose for them,” he started, closing his eyes.
“Go on,” you sighed in satisfaction, rubbing his anus in gentle circles.
“People say I am pretty,” blush tingled Venti’s cheeks. It was one thing to listen to your compliments. Saying something good about himself was a totally different case. But…
It felt nice to know that you agreed with him, judging by how your pace quickened. The tip of your tongue was rapidly tickling the rim of his asshole, heated insides sensitive after endless teasing. Venti was breathing shallowly through his mouth, drool covering his chin.
“You are absolutely stunning, my Lord” you said in return, patting his sweaty back.
“Mmghh! And I- I am not… weak” he uttered barely audible.
“Of course not,” you mumbled happily, smile appearing on your face.
You placed your hand on Venti’s stomach and the boy squirmed, his body reacting to every touch. You patted his abdomen, ready to continue your previous ministration and eventually drive him to orgasm.
“And I am your good boy,” he whispered, catching you off guard. Your eyes widened a little as you paused. “I want you to be proud of meee-ah! I am good! Please, I am being so good!”
Venti screamed, his eyes almost fully rolling into the back of his skull, as you brought him down on your face, plunging your tongue deep inside of him, the dominant hand wrapping around his weeping cock. It throbbed violently, begging to let go. You sucked messily at Venti’s ass and gave his dick a pump.
“Move, love”
The moment his brain processed your words, Venti grinded down on you, his moans getting louder and louder. He was fidgeting above you as he feverishly rode your tongue, ass slapping against your face, wet thighs shaking, voice hoarse. Even through his moans and cries Venti could hear the lewd sloshy sounds of his sopping wet hole clamping down on you. The hand on his dick felt so good that he whimpered every time it moved up and down his length, thumb rubbing the sensitive tip.
Venti was so wet everywhere. He blissfully fucked himself on your tongue, hips swinging in erratic movements, trying to feel you even deeper. Your hand on the aching cock was stroking it in tact with the thrusts, and you were genuinely surprised that he hadn't come yet.
“Please, oh gods, please! I’m beg-ahhh- I’m begging you! Please… Your tongue, ah ah ah!”
‘So fucking gorgeous’
“A-Aaaah-Am I good? Please? Please? I’m y-your good little Archon, I’m your good boy! Right? Right?” he kept moving his hips, wheezing every few seconds.
Of course, he was. But whether Venti was bubbling in the heat of the moment or not, he was voice was filled with pleas and swallowed sobs. What was..?
‘Oh’
“I’ve- AHH!- I’ve been-oh! You’re making me feel so gooood! I love it, I love you! Please, may I? May I? Pleasepleaseplease,” Venti’s spontaneous pleas finally made sense.
He was waiting for your permission.
“Cum for me, love,” you croaked under your breath.
You suckled on his asshole harshly, thrusting your tongue as deep as possible, your hand harshly pressing on the puffy tip of the cock, smearing the precum.
Anemo energy poured through the Archon. Venti couldn’t help tearing the ropes and clasping both hands over his mouth. He felt as if every nerve in his body quivered as his pleasure peaked. The bard threw his head back as you hugged his body from below and pumped his cock.
Venti came with a muffled scream, sperm spurting in thick loads onto your gentle hand.
You let him ride out his orgasm, moving slowly inside of him. Your hand stroked the cute twitching dick, now getting softer.
You lay down on your bed to catch a breath, letting go of Venti’s hips. The boy collapsed on top you, still hiccupping and trembling. You caught a glimpse of his lower part and exhaled in awe. Wet from sweat and spit, his thighs were littered in bites and hickeys in contrast with milky ass cheeks; his now flaccid dick was lying in a puddle of cum on your chest; the abused hole was clenching adorably around nothing, the rim puffy and red.
“And this – is how I think devotees should worship their Archons,” you mused, calming down from the intensity of Venti’s high.
“All of them, heh? My body won’t last then,” Venti giggled weakly.
‘Good, he’s coming back to his senses,’ you smiled to yourself.
“Only number one devotees,” you smirked and pushed yourself up to check up on Venti. “Did I go too rough? How are you feeling?”
Venti rolled over and fell on the bed. He glanced up at you, still breathing heavily, but the soft look on his face told you that the boy wasn’t angry. You lay down next to him, hugging his limp body and brushing off the sweaty hair.
“You are my favorite devotee and I’m your Archon, right? I wouldn’t allow you to worship me in any other way,” Venti stuck out his tongue, hugging you back. Then he suddenly flinched. “Wait, you didn’t cum, did you?” You rolled your eyes.
“No, but this wasn’t about me, don’t bother”
“Whaaat? No, that’s not right. Why do I always deal with blockheads? Let me -”
“Venti,” you cupped his cheeks. “It made me immensely happy to watch you feeling good. I will deal with my arousal later; you are too tired right now. I promise, next time it won’t be only about you. I just indulged myself a bit today”
You pinched Venti’s cheek and waited for him to retort back. But it seemed he was really exhausted to argue, so he just whined in frustration and flopped back down. You smiled contently and fell silent for a moment. Then you moved a bit so that you could look Venti in the eyes.
“You know that I meant everything I said, right?” you said, caressing his hair and watching his beautiful features take on a serious look. “You should cherish yourself more. Promise me. And I will always be there to remind you about it.”
Venti’s eyes glistened with unreadable emotions, the tips of his braids glowing dimly.
“I love you too,” he whispered and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Thank you”
He hummed and then smiled mischievously.
“Now that Lord Barbatos has got his reward, I think Venti will need one too” he hugged you tighter and buried his face into your chest. “Again. And again…”
You closed your eyes contently and decided to spend some time cuddling before going together to take a bath. Venti surely needed some time to relax the sore muscles and you would only be happy to keep him company.
You thought to yourself that Venti didn’t actually promise you to cherish himself more, swiftly changing the topic. It made your heart sink, but looking down at his figure, you couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest person in the world.
You wouldn’t rush him, everything takes time. He was neither stupid nor blind. Step after step he would come to accept himself. Himself as a strong Archon. Himself as a person.
Himself as an individual and not just someone else's shadow.
And no matter what, you will always be there to remind him about it.