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A bright screen lit up the dark room; the face of a young looking girl makes her presence known, a soft smile appears on her face as she waves her hand towards the camera.
"Hi everyone, Welcome back," she said in a sweet voice, perfectly matching the animated persona on her screen, "Hope you're all having an amazing week, I've been super busy, and I've been sleeping a whole lot more..but I just had to pop on and share some news."
"You guys know my friend, the Traveler, right? Well, we've been planning something special for the upcoming Teyvatcon." She gestured vaguely to something- someone, just out of frame, a sound barely audible comes from outside the frame.
"I'm actually working on a little project for him right now. We're going to match outfits! I've made my Vtuber outfit and decided to drag him into this too..." A needle glinted in her hand as she slowly grabbed a thin transparent blue material and ran the thread through it.
"I haven't gone out in quite a while, so I'm glad to finally see everyone again." she smiled, turning her head slightly as if addressing off-camera. "Can you believe it's only a few weeks away? Hmm I still have so much to do..but just thinking about work makes me hungry."
On Rerir's screen the live of the girl continued obliviously. The light from her stream painted his face in hues of blues and white. His eyes however remained in shadow, his gaze fixed not on the cheerful streamer, but on the edge of the screen, the mention of the 'Traveler'- Aether- and the upcoming con .
Aether. Rerir’s lips thinned into a flat line. For months now, Aether’s own streaming account had turned into a wasteland. His online profiles gone eerily silent. Not a single post or a comment, all ever since that night. It was a silence that grated on Rerir’s nerves.
Aether was well aware that his silence only egged Rerir on, but for some reason he decided that it was more worth it to have Rerir's eyes on him in real life.
But while Aether himself might have gone dark, his circle of friends had not. Rerir had quickly shifted his interest to those Aether interacted with before.
Columbina, for instance. Aether streamed a few times with her, they even shared a few classes together before she moved. As much as Rerir wishes, he couldn't always be there to watch over Aether in person, but he could certainly know what Aether was up to, who he was with, and what plans he was making. It was a necessary precaution, a way to ensure Aether’s well being- but most importantlyto keep him close, even when he tried to distance himself with a heavy silence.
So that was it. Aether was planning to attend a public event, to be seen and to interact with others, all while maintaining his radio silence from Rerir’s perspective.
He couldn't really help but smile at the thought of Aether going out without a worry in that little mind of his while dressed in the clothes that the girl's avatar is wearing.
A white dress that looks too short with a blueish purple cape, two strands of transparent material flowing down towards the back like the frills of a jellyfish. Bows tied around the legs..with no shoes. Ah. Rerir takes in a breather
"I need to work on the cape too," the streamer said, extending her hand off screen. "Still so much to do for a few weeks..." she sighs again.
A few weeks was more than enough time. Rerir leaned back in his chair, the hum of displeasure now replaced by a quiet satisfaction. Aether was smarter than to think that disappearing off the internet would actually help him out.. this might just be intentional, trying to stir something up in Rerir.
Aether was going to Teyvatcon. And Rerir would be there too, of course.
Just as Rerir’s thoughts deepened, his eyes gazed back at the screen. The angle shifted slightly, and there he was. Aether.
He stood with his back mostly to the camera, his golden hair tied in his usual uniform braid. Columbina, with a cheerful hum, held up a shimmering, translucent fabric, draping it over Aether’s shoulders and smoothing it down his back.
It was clearly the cape for the costume. Aether stood patiently for Columbina to do her work his head tilted slightly listening to her babblings. A strange mix of possessiveness and longing washed over Rerir. Aether was so close, yet so unaware.
Then a bright intrusive banner accompanied by a little creature and a crescent moon flashed across the bottom of the screen, accompanied by the chime of a bell: [Donation from @Cutedove!; Why haven't you been active on your accounts, Traveler? We miss you!]
Aether flinched, his shoulders tensing. He turned his head slightly, just enough for Rerir to catch the curve of his cheek and the delicate line of his jaw.
He cleared his throat, his voice a little softer, a little more hesitant than Rerir remembered from their last night spent together. "I just kind of needed a break, you know? Things got a little overwhelming, and I wanted to step back for a bit and recharge. I also had to study more.." He offered an apologetic smile towards where the camera was, though he still didn't face it fully, "But I'm doing good now, and I'm excited to be at Teyvatcon with Columbina."
Rerir scoffed. A break, he said. Rerir knew better. Aether's silence wasn't about being busy it was about the shame of being caught and of being seen.
Rerir pulled up the donation interface, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He wanted to see Aether’s face light up, even if only for a second..
He typed quickly, his username was not one Aether would know. [Donation from @RächerofSolnari; So glad to see you back, Traveler! Can’t look at your outfit in person at the con!]
The familiar chime echoed through Rerir’s speakers, followed by the banner appearing on screen. Aether’s head snapped up, his eyes widening slightly as he read the message.
"Ah, thanks- umn..
Rächer..RächerofSolnari? Is that right? I hope I said your name right," he said, his voice a stumbling a little ovet the name. He even turned a little more towards the camera, a quick glimpse of his profile. "That means a lot. I didn't think so many people that watched me also watch Columbina... well, you'll surely see the outfit in action. Columbina's really outdone herself." He glanced at Columbina, who closed her eyes, giving a little wave with a little smile.
"Yes.. I'm working really hard on it believe me" she chimed in, her voice soft "Thank you for the donation, Solnari! I'll make sure to get a good snack out of it."
Rerir watched, a triumphant glint in his eyes. He had bought his way back into Aether’s awareness, even if Aether himself wasnt aware of it. The thought of Aether unknowingly thanking him, of Rerir’s name being spoken aloud by those soft lips, sent a thrill through him.
--
A few days later, Rerir was idly scrolling through his feed when a new post from Columbina’s account popped up, stopping his thumb mid-scroll. It was a close-up shot, angled low, showing only the waists and upper thighs of two people. Two creatures - kuuhenki as they were apparently called- that appeared on her banner were also present on the picture, acting as a censor for prying eyes.
Columbina’s caption read; Almost ready for Teyvatcon.. Just a little sneak peek of our matching outfits before I go to bed (っ˕ -｡)ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁
The image was undeniably provocative. The waists of two people , one undeniably Aether’s, in the short, white dress. The fabric flowed, riding high on their thighs.
The softly coloured capes were visible too, flowing down their backs. Rerir felt heat settling in his gut. Aether, dressed like that. So exposed, so...available. he didnt think that Aether would willingly dress like this.
He took a deep, shaky breath, then scrolled down to the comments; As expected, the section was a of lust and adoration.
-lmaoo Is that Aether?didnt think hed pull it off
-beautiful⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
-Traveler in a dress? I’m ascending😭😭
-The thighs though. I’m not okay
-Can’t wait to see the full reveal! This is going to break some minds lolol
-My Lady Kuutar.. thanks for getting him into this!
Rerir’s smile shifted. Everyone was looking, everyone was wanting. But only one person could ever have. And that person was him. The comments only fueled his need. Let them drool over Aether’s public appearance. Soon, Aether would be back where he belonged, far from the prying eyes of the internet, dressed only for Rerir.
He saved the picture to a private folder on his phone, his gaze lingering on the curve of Aether’s implied hip, the way the fabric almost hugged him. He imagined Aether, barefoot, the soft white dress flowing around him, just for him. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through him, and he leaned back in his chair, fingers already fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants.
For the next few days, Columbina’s account became a treasure trove for Rerir. She posted more photos, some cute, some clearly professional shots, and even commissioned art depicting her avatar and Aether in their matching dresses.
Each one was a tease, with Aether laid almost bare for the world. Rerir saved them all, keeping them like the freak he was, each image another fuel for his nightly fantasy. He spent hours looking at them, his hand never far from himself, picturing Aether’s face, the slight blush he’d wear, the shy smile, as Rerir stripped away the last parts of his public persona, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, dressed only for Rerir’s eyes.
Rerir isn't sure how he is ever supposed to go back to his mundane life.
--
The convention hall buzzed with energy, a mix of excited chatter, camera clicks, and the distant sound of music. Aether tugged at the hem of his outfit. It was short, shorter than anything he’d ever worn, and the soft, iridescent cape, dyed in hues of white and blue-purple, felt oddly exposing. Beside him, Columbina, in her identical outfit, adjusted her own cape, her smile serene and soft as her eyes were kept closed.
"Are you ready, Aether?"
Aether nodded, taking a deep breath "I suppose.." Though the outfit did have saftey shorts, it still felt extremely weird!
They navigated through the convention. Aether felt a blush creep up his neck every time he caught someone staring, but Columbina’s presence was a little comforting. Their destination was a small, bustling booth near the main stage, where a young man with orange hair was already waving enthusiastically.
"Aether! Columbina! Over here, comrades!" Ajax shouted, his eyes looking down, taking in their outfits.
"Look at you two! These are so high quality good looking! Especially you, Aether, never thought I'd see you in a dress, but damn, you pull it off!" He clapped Aether heartily on the back, a little too hard, making Aether stumble forward slightly.
"Ajax!" Columbina exclaimed with a worried voice , though a smile played on her lips afterwards,"Don't break his back so quickly. ."
Ajax just laughed, his gaze sweeping over Aether’s exposed legs.
"Just admiring the dedication to the craft!" Then he looked over at Columbina ,"it looks extremely close to your model, great work!" He holds a thumbs up.
The convention floor was a whirlwind in no time as more people began pouring in. As soon as Ajax’s greeting died down, Aether and Columbina were met with more than a few fans in their faces. Flashes popped, phones were thrust forward, and a chorus of voices urged for their attention.
"Lady Kuutar! Traveler! Can I get a picture?"
"You guys look amazing! Love the dresses!"
"Lady Kuutar please sign my banner!"
...
The voices echoed through Aether's brain.
Aether tried to smile through it, trying to match Columbina's serene look. But as the minutes stretched into an hour, the energy of the crowd began to greaten. The comments, initially flattering, started to take on a more unwelcoming tone.
"Traveler, you have really nice legs!" a voice yelled from the back, making Aether’s cheeks flush.
"Lady Kuutar, your outfit is so revealing, I love it!" another person gushed, their eyes lingering a little too long.
"Can I get a close-up of those thighs, Aether?" a man with his phone covering his face asked, his grin sending more than a few red flags towards Aether's sanity.
Aether felt a hint of unease. He was used to attention, but this felt.. invasive.
The fabric of his dress felt as exposing as ever. He could feel eyes on him, not just admiring the costume, but scrutinizing his body. He tried to ignore it, focusing on Columbina’s calm demeanor beside him, but the sheer volume of peoples voices, the relentless clicks and flashes were overwhelming, even if they weren't aimed at them.
Aether felt a hand brush against his arm, then linger a little too long on his waist as someone squeezed past. He flinched, pulling away instinctively. He could hear Columbina politely deflecting a particularly suggestive comment, her voice remaining calm even as her hand subtly guided a fan away.
His breath hitched. He felt a wave of claustrophobia, the vibrant energy of the convention suddenly turning suffocating.
He needed some air.
He leaned close to Columbina, his voice barely a whisper over the crowd, "Columbina," he said, his eyes darting around the crowd, " think..I need a minute. I’m going to the bathroom."
Columbina nodded immediately. "Of course
.Please Take your time. I'll be right here with Ajax." Her hand briefly squeezed his arm.
Aether mumbled a quick thanks and began to push his way through the visitors, muttering apologies as he navigated the sea of excited faces. He practically ran the last few feet to the men's restroom gasping for breath.
The sudden quiet of the restroom was jarring after the chaos outside. He pushed himself off the door and walked over to a sink, splashing cold water on his face. He stared at his reflection.
The makeup he'd allowed Columbina to apply was smudged slightly, and his braid had a few stray strands escaping. He took a few deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. It’s just a convention, he told himself. Just people excited. Nothing bad happened.
This was to be expected. Columbina was one of the invited guests who people were extremely- extremely! Excited to meet and get her signature, or show her their fan creations.
As he reached for a paper towel, a slight movementi caught through the corner of his eye. At the sink furthest from him, a figure was washing their hands. Their hunched back was to him, but the distinct head of white hair sent a jolt through Aether’s veins.
No. It couldn't possibly be..?
Rerir. The name screamed in his mind, instantly erasing any calm he'd managed to muster. His blood ran cold. For the last months Rerir has been the only person deep within his mind.. he felt sick just thinking about his face.
Now, seeing that familiar white hair, and broad shouldered frame Aether’s worst fears came back. He froze, his hand still dripping water onto the sink, his eyes fixed on the figure.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak. He just watched, waiting for the person to turn around. He braced himself for the sneer, the possessive glint in Rerir's eyes that he'd seen before being lulled to sleep in his tight grip.
Slowly, the figure finished washing their hands. They reached for a paper towel, and then, with a casualness that made Aether’s heart leap into his throat, they turned.
It wasn't Rerir.
It was a young man with kinder dark eyes. He had the same white hair, yes, but styled differently, nicely parted alongside his temples instead of falling haphazardly along his face..and his face was utterly unfamiliar. He offered Aether a small, polite smile before heading for the exit.
Aether sagged against the sink, a shaky breathless laugh escaping him. The relief was so sudden, it almost buckled his knees. His fear, however, lingerede, even in the most public of places.
He closed his eyes, taking another series of deep breaths trying to banish the image of Rerir from his mind. He needed to get back out there, but first, he needed to truly compose himself.
He splashed more cold water on his face, He looked at his reflection again. The panic was gone, replaced by a soft sigh.
It's okay, that guy probably wont try anything in public. He smoothed down the front of his dress, adjusting the hem and the delicate trim, ensuring everything was perfectly in place. He ran a hand over his braid, tucking in the stray strands that had escaped in his haste. He straightened his shoulders.
With a final breather, Aether pushed open the restroom door and stepped back into the vibrant chaos of the convention hall. The noise was still overwhelming, but it no longer felt suffocating. He spotted Columbina and Ajax a short distance away, surrounded by a slightly smaller, but still enthusiastic, crowd. Columbina was gracefully signing an autograph, while Ajax, ever the nice guy, stood a little to her side, his gaze scanning the crowd silence.
As Aether approached, a few shouts still reached him. "Traveler, looking good!" "Still got those legs out, huh?" But he met their gazes with a practiced, polite smile. Columbina caught his eye and offered a small, reassuring smile as he rejoined them at the table.
As soon as Columbina finished up her signing event, the lure of merchandise proved too strong to resist for the group of three.
Columbina dragged them to a booth selling limited edition character plushies. Aether found himself mesmerized by an intricate model of a ruin guard, while Ajax, to everyone's amusement, ended up with a oversized Hydro Slime themed stress ball. By the time the convention began to wind down, their arms were filler with bags that carried figurines, keychains, and various trinkets.
"Phew," Ajax exhaled, balancing two bags as they made their way towards the exit. "My feet are killing me. And my voice is hoarse from telling people to respect personal space.. You know what we need after a day like this? A proper drink."
Columbina laughted softly. "A fine suggestion, Ajax. Aether?"
"I'm in," he said "Definitely in."
--
The low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses filled the brighly lit bar. The air, soft and sweet was a welcome change from the convention's thickening air and overwhelming crowd. Aether, Columbina, and Ajax sat at a secluded booth, their cosplay still surprisingly intact, though slightly rumpled. Aether’s dress flowed around him as he leaned back against the plush seating just like Columbina’s.
Three glasses of a local craft beer sat before them, condensation beading on the cool glass. Aether took a long, satisfying sip, the bitter notes a good distraction to the day's sensory overload... He felt a comfortable exhaustion settling in, a warmth spreading through his limbs.
As the last drops of beer disappeared from their glasses, Columbina set hers down with a delicate clink. "Oh, Ajax," she mused, a thoughtful expression on her face "Don't you have that important tournament tomorrow? I believe your master will be expecting you bright and early."
Ajax stretched, a loud groan escaping him "Ugh, don't remind me, Columbina. My body is going to hate me in the morning." He groaned "But don't worry, I'm in good hands. My master is picking me up, and she's bringing her master along too!! Apparently, he wants to see how far I've come, if Master is as good as him or something."
A little over an hour later, the little drink had evolved into several more, and the trio stumbled out into the cool night air, giggling like teenagers. The world spun slightly, and the streetlights blurred into streaks of color. The quiet hum of the bar was replaced by the distant rumble of traffic and the last convention visitors leaving for the night.
"My ride's here!" Columbina announced, her voice a little too loud, as a green car pulled up to the curb. A slender figure with long, dark hair emerged from the driver seat, welcoming Columbina.
"Lauma," Columbina embraced the woman with a delighted tone, then turned back to wave at Aether and Ajax. "I'll see you both soon.. Don't get into too much trouble!" With a final, graceful yet tired sway she disappeared into the car, which left not long after. She looked extremely sleepy.
Aether leaned against a lamppost "Well, that wasn't so bad," he slurred.
Ajax chuckled, steadying himself with a hand on Aether's shoulder. "Definitely. Now, where is that terrifying master of mine?"
They waited for a few minutes, the cool air slowly beginning to sober Aether up. Then from the darkness, a woman makes her presence known through a scoff- Skirk stepped into the light, her usual stoic expression softened slightly by the dim light. Behind her, two tall figures talk to eachother, seemingly in a disagreement.
The first man was a towering figure, broad-shouldered and dark haired. His presence alone was enough to make the air feel thick, and Aether instinctively tensed, a primal warning bell ringing in his head. This had to be Skirk's master, the one Ajax had spoken of.
But it was the second man, stepping out from behind the first, who stole the breath from Aether's lungs. The world tilted again, but this time not from alcohol. His blood ran cold, nauseating wave of dread filling him.
Rerir.
Fuck.
His face so vividly etched into Aether's memory. The same cold eyes, the same cruel twist to his lips that was hidden behind his mask...
Aether froze, his eyes wide and fixed on the two men. The world around him faded, Ajax’s casual greeting to Skirk became quiet. All that existed was Rerir, standing impossibly close, a predatory glint in his eyes as he looked directly at Aether.
Panic. It was the only thing that filled Aether's brain.
Aether’s mind raced. What were the odds?
How could this happen again? Was the universe playing some cruel, elaborate joke on him? And how did Ajax know this.. monster? The thought that his friends might be connected to Rerir, that this man might have been lurking in the background of his life all along, sent a fresh wave of nausea churning in his stomach.
The city sounds, the cool night air, even the presence of Ajax and Skirk, and her own teacher, all dissolved. Aether’s vision narrowed focusing solely on Rerir’s face.
"Aether? You okay, comrade?," Ajax’s voice, concerned and slightly slurred finally pierced the fog of Aether’s panic.
The sound dragged Aether back to reality. He blinked and then he realized Rerir had moved. His cold hand was clamped around Aether’s wrist, pulling it gently but firmly up towards his own chest. The gesture might've looked intimate but it was more violating. Aether’s breath hitched, and he instinctively tried to pull away, but Rerir’s grip was too strong, again.
"Have you gotten sick?" Rerir's voice asks sickly soft.
"Oh, you two know each other?" Ajax asked, his brow furrowed in confusion, his earlier mood disappearing at the sudden tension. "How do you know Aether, Rerir?"
He squeezed Aether’s wrist ever so slightly, a silent warning. "We met on a game,then I found him live and we started chatting," Rerir explained.
"You still haven't stopped playing those stupid games?" The dark haired man seemed to scoff, still standing behind Skirk.
Before Aether could even process the lie, let alone object to it, Skirk stepped forward, her expression unreadable. "We need to leave. You're going to need to sober up, Ajax." Her tone was firm, leaving no time for an argument. She cast a brief, almost unnoticeable glance at Rerir, "Just call Surtalogi if you need something else."
Ajax, though still looking bewildered, seemed to understand that his master’s word was law. "Right, right! Sorry, Aether, gotta run. See ya online soon, okay? Also watch me live!!! I'll kick some ass!!" He gave a quick , apologetic shout then turned to follow Skirk and the towering figure -Surtalogi as Skirk called him. In a matter of seconds, they were gone, disappearing into the night as quickly as they had arrived.
Aether was left alone, his wrist still held captive in Rerir’s grasp. Rerir's face seemed to soften beneath the mask, becoming something far more creepy. His eyes, no longer needing to feign innocence for Ajax, traveled slowly down Aether’s cosplay, lingering on the delicate fabric of his dress.
"Well, hello there," Rerir murmured, his voice a low, chilling whisper in the quiet street "Look at you. Still playing dress-up. It seems we have some unfinished business, don’t we, Aether?"
The grip on Aether's wrist tightened, pulling him out of his paralysed stance.
"I'm not doing this again," Aether hissed, yanking his arm with all his might, the sudden movement causing the delicate material of his dress to rustle. He twisted his body, trying to put distance between them, panic slowly filling his chest.
Rerir didn't budge. Instead of releasing him, he simply stepped closer, closing the gap Aether had desperately tried to create. The smell of the cologne he wore filled Aether’s every sensation.
"Haa, Aether," Rerir sighed, his voice laced with disappointment. He leaned down, his breath warm against Aether’s ear, sending a shudder down his spine. "It's no use. You know that. And look around."
Aether glanced around the street, and to the wntrance of the bar. The pale glow of the streetlight illuminated the pavement, and shadows shifted behind the glass of the bar.
"Do you really want to make a scene?" Rerir’s voice dropped to a whsiper his lips brushing the edge of Aether’s ear. "The last thing you want is for people to acknowledge the fact that you and I have something.. going on. Perhaps you stopped streaming to spend more time with me?"
Rerir took advantage of the momentary compliance. His grip shifted from a tight hold on the wrist to a gentler -yet still inescapable- clasp around Aether’s forearm. He guided Aether’s arm to rest against his chest, the gesture shockingly tender.
"Good boy," Rerir said, straightening up. His eyes, the same cold, assessing eyes that had stripped Aether bare in his memory, scanned the street, then settled back on Aether's face. "You look exhausted, Aether. And it’s late. Should I drive you home.. or were you planning on taking the bus in that... outfit?"
Aether blinked, the question catching him completely off guard. "I... was going to call a cab," he stammered, his mind still aware of the immediate threat that held him so close.
"A cab?" Rerir scoffed, a look of genuine disdain crossing his features. "In that getup? Absolutely not. I'll take you home."
Aether stared at him, dumbfounded. He expected a threat, something else. Not... a ride home.
"W-why?" Aether managed, the single word thick with suspicion.
Rerir reached out his free hand, the long, elegant fingers brushing a stray lock of Aether’s blonde hairaway from his cheek. The contact was light, yet it made Aether flinch.
"Why, Aether?" Rerir repeated, his voice smooth. He tucked the strand behind Aether’s ear, his thumb lingering for a brief second on the delicate skin of his jaw. "Because I’m a gentleman. And more importantly, I need to make sure you get home safe."
His gaze darkened, a possessive look washed over his eyes that made Aether’s stomach churn. "There are perverted freaks out there, Aether. Men who see a pretty little thing like you, dressed like that, alone on the street late at night, drunk, and they think they can just take what they want." He leaned in again, his voice dropping "And we certainly wouldn’t want that, would we? Someone might mistake you for an easy lay. Someone who isn't me."
The word of ownership was enough to make Aether give Rerir an angry look. He was offering protection, not out of kindness, but to ensure that Aether remained his to enjoy.
"Now," Rerir said, his tone switching , "Lets go," He started walking, his grip still firm on Aether's arm, effectively forcing Aether to move with him. "Don't worry, Aether. I'm just making sure you're safe. We can talk the rest in the car."
Aether, utterly paralyzed by the sudden shift in tactics and the implication of Rerir’s 'protection' found himself being steered down the street like a child- what the hell was this guy thinking about?
"Don’t think for a second this means anything," Aether spat out, finally breaking his silence. He tried to yank his arm back, but Rerir’s grip was irritatingly gentle but unbreakable. "If you try anything..a-anything at all!I will run, my shame be damned."
Rerir chuckled, the sound filling Aether’s nerves. "Run, Aether? In that little slip of silk? Where would you go that I wouldn't follow? Besides," he paused as they reached a sleek, black car parked just a few feet away, "you wouldn't make it to the corner." He said.
He released Aether’s arm only to open the passenger door "Get in. Unless you prefer to stand here and continue arguing with me in public."
Aether hesitated, his eyes darting to the street and venue, then to the vehicle. With a defeated sigh, he ducked his head and slid onto the plush leather seat.
The interior of the car was immediately warmer than the late-night air, a comforting warmth that made Aether realize how the cold had felt on his cheeks and exposed thighs.
The air was heavy, thick with the lingering scent of stale high-end cigarette smoke and Rerir's familiar cologne.
Rerir slid into the driver's seat, the engine starting with a low growl that vibrated through the interior. He didn't immediately pull away. Instead, he turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Aether’s body, lingering on the pale skin of his legs exposed by the dress’s high cut, before dropping down to his feet.
"You know," Rerir murmured, his tone shifting, "I am a tad disappointed."
Aether tightened his grip on the seatbelt. "About what now?"
"The outfit," Rerir said, his eyes still fixed below Aether’s knees, "When I saw you standing there, dressed like that, like that lady vtuber friend of yours.. I expected you to be barefoot... you know, like Kuutar's streaming outfit." He shook his head slowly, a faint smile playing on his now empty face, the mask having been discarded to the back of the car alongside Aether's bag of trinkets. "These sneakers.. they ruin the aesthetic."
A wave of hot, embarrassed fury washed over Aether. "You are such a pervert," Aether hissed, crossing his arms tightly over his chest " Who in their right mind visits a convention barefooted?"
Rerir finally pulled his gaze up, meeting Aether's furious stare with an unnervingly calm intensity. "Pervert? Haha, every time you call me a derogatory word I can't look at that face of yours seriously." He finally shifted the car into drive, pulling smoothly away from parking lot.
"Yes. Absolutely. But only for you, Aether."
He finally turned his head, letting his gaze sweep over Aether’s flushed face.
Rerir paused, reaching one hand toward the dashboard. Can you take out a cigarette pack? This conversation requires a little smoke. "
Aether scoffed and opened the glove compartiment, a few papers,a pair of sunglasses, a lighter and finally a case of cig can be seen. He pulled out a sleek silver case that he had never seen, looking at the brand. He took one for himself and then gave one to Rerir too.
Rerir accepted it, keeping his eyes fixed on the illuminated street signs. "Light it for me, darling."
Aether hesitated, the request simple yet unbelievable to his ears. With a sharp exhalation of frustration, he pulled out the lighter placed it in front of the cig between Rerir's lips.
Aether flicked the lighter. The small flame flared, illuminating Rerir's features. The smoke curled immediately around his face as he took a long, slow drag.
His eyes flickered sideways to
Rerir, lighting his own cigarette with a sigh.
"Archons, Aether," Rerir breathed out, the smoke mixing with the sound of his voice "You look absolutely incredible doing that. Aren't you afraid the smoke might stain that dress of yours?."
Aether glared, pulling the cigarette from his own mouth. "Shut up, Rerir. You're unbelievable."
Rerir threw his head back against the leather headrest and let out a genuine laugh,"I know, I know."
--
The drive continued in silence, the low rumble of the engine and the soft hiss of burning tobacco danced in the air. Aether watched the familiar landmarks flash by, his anxiety heightening as they neared his destination.
Soon, the structure of Aether's university dormitories appeared. Rerir slowed the car, signaling smoothly, and pulled into the dimly lit visitor parking area, cutting the engine with a soft sigh.
Aether immediately reached for the door handle. "Thanks for the ride," he said quickly, trying to sound dismissive and eager to leave.
"Not so fast," Rerir murmured. He extinguished his cigarette in the ashtray, his attention snapping back entirely to Aether.
Before Aether could yank the handle, Rerir’s hand moved- his fingers landed just above the hem of Aether’s dress, on the exposed skin of his inner thigh.
The touch was burning against his warm thigh. Aether gasped, dropping his dead cigarette onto the floor mat.
"Hey!" he hissed, his voice tight with panic.
Rerir ignored him, his thumb tracing a searing line upwards, inching closer to the silk of the dress. He leaned closer, his scent.. the smoke and cologne enveloping Aether.
"Did you really think I’d let you walk away looking like that?" Rerir murmured, the sound closer now. "No. We aren't done tonight."
Aether twisted the handle again, frantic. The central lock engaged with a soft, final thunk.
"I've helped you out that night, it's about time you repay me," Rerir continued, demanding.
"It's not like I asked you to-!,!" Aether exclaimed, trying to shove Rerir away with a trembling hand, "...we can do it another time?! Why now!"
Rerir ignored the resistance. His thumb, still resting on Aether’s inner thigh began to move higher.
A choked sound escaped Aether's throat as Rerir’s thumb applied a brief pressure against his shorts. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind a jolt of electricity and a sudden, shameful dampness.
Rerir pulled his hand away, his eyes sparkling with dark satisfaction.
Before Aether could process what had just happened, Rerir’s other hand shot out, clamping around the back of Aether’s neck. His fingers dug into the sensitive spot just beneath his skull, instantly rendering Aether unable to resist the direction Rerir forced him.
"Look at me," Rerir commanded, his voice a low, rough rumble, "If you want to negociate with me so badly, let's hear it."
Rerir shifted in his seat, his gaze never leaving Aether’s panicked face. The sharp unbuckle of his belt cutting through the silence was loud. With a decisive yank, Rerir shoved his jeans and boxers down past his hips.
Aether’s forced gaze dropped, landing immediately on the sight. Thick cock, dark and slicked with pre-cum, that was strained against the confines of Rerir's pants not long before.
Rerir exerted pressure on Aether’s neck, forcing his face towards his lap.
"I'll start- if you give me what I want tonight, I'll listen to whatever you say."
"Rerir..." Aether said his name like a plea, his gaze fixed on the alarming sight of Rerir’s exposed erection. "I can’t.. fucking function like this..If you stop the surprises, stop the.. grabbing when I'm clearly not in the mood...then yes. Fine. Deal. But you have to promise."
Aether felt the brutal pressure on his neck loosen slightly, the shift in Rerir’s grip changing.
The man knew exactly how to make a terrible bargain sound like a necessary precaution.
"I suppose I can't argue with that," Rerir agreed oddly quickly. He withdrew his hand from Aether’s neck entirely, leaning back against the leather seat. "Consider it promised."
Aether swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on the cock before his eyes. Yee, he has had this thing in him before.. but not in his mouth. How is he supposed to fit it?
"You know this is my first time.. in a car."
Rerir chuckled he didn't seem bothered by the fun fact, only amused. "That's fine, every first of yours will be with me anyway."
Aether leaned forward, the silk of his dress bunching slightly around his hips. He used a trembling hand to grasp the erection, his fingers slender against the thick and veiny cock. The skin was hot and slightly damp. He didn't use his mouth immediately, instead, he ran his thumb across the flared tip, spreading the pre cum along the head.
"That dress, Aether," Rerir began, "Ever since I saw that photo Columbina posted those few weeks ago.. the way the silk clings to you. The way it just.. stops right where I wanted my fingers to be."
Aether didn't respond to the provocation. He closed his eyes, trying to tell himself that this was somehow just a bad dream. He opened his mouth, and took the tip in. He was determined to get this over with, to fulfill the terms of the bargain quickly and go to bed- he could feel his head spinning from the alcohol and fear.
He tried to go deeper but gagged, the sheer size of Rerir’s cock was too much for his throat to handle all at once.
Rerir didn't hesitate. He reached down, his strong fingers threading into Aether’s soft hair. He pressed Aether’s head forward, gently guiding him past the initial hurdle, basically forcing his cock down his throat.
"Easy. Take it all for me."
The sensation was overwhelming- the heat, the pressure of stretching his jaw and the scratch against thr back of his throat. Aether felt Rerir’s satisfied groan as his lips reached a little past the halfpoint.
Now that he was past the initial shock and the deal was physically underway, Aether tried to maintain his composure. The silk dress, hiked up slightly by his posture, offered Rerir a tempting pale view of Aether’s inner thighs.
"Though I must say, you shouldn’t be out drinking like that, especially if you’re trying for a baby. Or, perhaps, already carrying one of mine."
The words hit Aether. His eyes snapped open, wide and disbelieving. The thick, throbbing heat in his mouth suddenly felt repulsive.
He gagged again, this time not from the size, but from a surge of nausea that had nothing- or maybe it had everything- to do with Rerir’s cock. He pulled back abruptly, his head jerking away from the insistent pressure, his lips slick with pre-cum and saliva. He scrambled backward, bumping his head against the car door, trying to put as much distance as possible between himself and Reir.
"What..what are you talking about?" Aether stammered, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, his gaze fixed on Rerir’s calm, almost amused face.
Rerir merely smirked, his eyes glinting with a dark satisfaction. "Oh, come now, Aether. Don’t play coy. That night, you surely havent forgotten?"
A cold dread seeped into Aether. He stared at Rerir, his breath catching in his throat.
"No," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I don't know what you mean. The morning after that night I took a pill." He asserted. "The morning after. Because you violated me." He clenched his fists, the silk of his dress rustling with the movement, "youre insane to think I didn't. "
Rerir’s expression shifted, the smirk fading, replaced by a flicker of genuine surprise. His eyes narrowed, and he let out a humorless laugh.
"Violated you? Is that what you call it, Aether? Funny, because your cunt seemed pretty happy fluttering around my cock, getting filled up again and again. You certainly weren’t fighting me off that hard, were you?" His gaze dropped to Aether’s trembling lips, then lower, to the damp patch on the shorts where his thumb had been before. "And I distinctly remember you begging for more, even as you cried."
Aether felt a wave of dizziness, the car felt suddenly too small and too suffocating. The image of Rerir’s erection, still straining between his thighs, made his stomach churn violently.
"Stop it," Aether whispered, his voice trembling with a desperate plea. He pressed a hand to his mouth, trying to hold back the nauseating feeling that's building up in his throat. "I.. I can’t. I feel like I might vomit." He swallowed hard, his eyes wide and pleading.
"Please. Let’s.. let’s just continue this another time. I can’t.. not right now. I need to get out. I'm tired." His words dissolved into a haze of fear and nausea.
"Aether.. I distinctly recall you moaning my name, begging me to fill you up.. You wanted it, Aether. You said you’d love to feel me deep inside you." He leaned closer, "You surely weren't complaining back then. The first time?"
Aether's eyes squinted and recalled the exact moment Rerir was reminiscing about. "That was… that was online!" he said, "That was just.. dirty talk for the camera. We were on a jerk off site, for fuck's sake. How was I supposed to get pregnant from a screen??" His voice rose.
"The only time breeding could have actually happened, the only time you were physically present to do it.. was when you violated me! That night! Not when I was playing a part on the internet! "
Rerir stared at him, his expression unreadable for a long moment. The anger in his eyes flickered, replaced by something akin to contemplation, then a slow realization.
He ran a hand over his face, a deep, weary sigh escaping his lips. "Tch." The sound was sharp and dismissive, yet carried a hint of resignation. The soft click of the door locks echoing in the sudden silence.
"But before you leave for the night," Rerir’s hand shot out, grabbing him by the back of his neck again, strong fingers threading into his hair. He yanked Aether forward, closing the distance between them in an instant.
Aether gasped, his lips parted in surprise, and Rerir’s mouth crashed down on his. It was a brutal possessive kiss tasting frustration. Rerir’s tongue found its way into Aether’s mouth, claiming it with a desperate hunger.
Aether’s hands pressed against Rerir’s chest as the kiss deepned.
When Rerir finally pulled back, a faint line of saliva connected their mouths for a second before snapping, Aether gasped for air, his lungs burning. His lips felt swollen. Rerir’s eyes still burning as he held his gaze.
"You can go now, Aether," Rerir said, his voice surprisingly calm. His fingers, however, lingered in Aether’s hair for another agonizing moment before releasing him.
Aether stared, his mind racing. He braced himself, waiting for something like a deer caught in the headlights.
Rerir merely smiled. "Don't look so surprised. You promised me a blowjob for next time, remember? I'm not worried. You'll be back." His thumb brushed lightly over Aether’s still-swollen bottom lip.
He doesn't have a choice
Aether let out a long, shuddering sigh. Of course. He should have known. The man always, always found a way to maintain control.
Without another word, Aether fumbled for the door handle, his movements stiff and uncoordinated. He got out of the car, desperate for the cool night air to cleanse him.
He pulled his dress down, smoothing the silk that barely reached over his thighs, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. He didn't look back, not daring to meet Rerir's gaze again. He just walked, stumbling lightly, towards the dorm building.
Rerir watched him go, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips. He let out a soft chuckle, the sound barely audible in the quiet car. He then glanced towards the back seat, his eyes falling on the bags that Aether brought in with him from the con. They lay innocently on the seat, forgotten in the chaos.
--
That night Aether got inside his dorm room, made sure that the door is locked- if he woke up with Rerir in his room, he would genuinely break down on the spot- and went to bed, still in cosplay and a little bit horny. It was only normal, his body simply responded to Rerir's prodding.. as annoying as it was.
The morning light casted light into Aether’s room. He woke slowly, sitting up in bed. His lips still carried a phantom ache... He stretched, the silk of his cosplay rustling as he moved. He’d fallen asleep in it, the material rumpled and folded. Sorry Columbina
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cool fool. He looked around the room, searching something until he realised that he forgot about something last night. They weren't on the floor where he usually dumped them. Not even tossed carelessly onto his desk.
His eyes widened. He’d left them in Rerir’s car.
Aether groaned, burying his face in his hands. Foolish. Rerir was never easily escapable but the fact that he didn't have his number yet was surprising.
His mind immediately jumped to the only person who would have it: Dainsleif..probably? But what could he say? It's not like he accepted the ride home by his own volition.
He let out a long, shuddering breath. "This is just great," he muttered to himself, running a hand through his tangled hair. He felt violated, yes, but also a strange, simmering heat beneath his skin, a residual echo of Rerir’s touch that refused to dissipate. It was infuriating, this involuntary response his body had to the man, despite his mind screaming in protest.
With a heavy sigh, Aether began to undress. The intricate layers of silk felt oppressive. He tossed it onto his desk chair, he is going to iron it later. He pulled on a pair of soft joggers and an oversized t-shirt for comfort.
His stomach rumbled, ah, right, the last thing that went in his mouth besides Rerir was alcohol. He needed caffeine, some food and perhaps, a plan. A very, very, good plan.
Aether walked over to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee a welcomed smell for his senses. Dainsleif was exactly where Aether expected him to be- sat down at the table, a mug clutched in one hand, his gaze fixed intently on his phone.
"Good morning," Dainsleif said, not even looking up from his screen, yet somehow sensing Aether’s presence. He gestured towards the coffeemaker with his free hand. "Just brewed a fresh pot. Thought you’d need it."
Aether managed a weak grunt in response, grabbing a mug and pouring himself a generous helping. He slid onto the stool next to Dainsleif, taking a long satisfying sip. The bitter liquid cut through the cloying sweetness of last night’s residual memories, offering a moment of clarity.
Dainsleif finally put his phone down, turning to face Aether, a knowing glint in his piercing blue eyes. "So," he began, "Did you.. forget something yesterday?"
Aether froze, the mug halfway to his lips. He slowly lowered it, his gaze fixed on the swirling patterns in his coffee. He could feel the blush creeping up his neck. How could Dainsleif know? Had Rerir called him?
Before Aether could stammer out a denial, or even a coherent thought, Dainsleif picked up his phone again- he turned the screen towards Aether.
There they were. His bags. Neatly stacked in the back seat of what was unmistakably Rerir’s car, the distinctive leather interior a dead giveaway. And beneath the image, a message.
[Your roommate seems to have left a few things behind when I drove him home last night. Don’t worry, they’re safe with me. Tell him to meet me at the diner before closing.]
Aether stared at the screen, his mouth agape. He didn’t need to bring it up. Rerir had done it for him.
"He sent that this morning," Dainsleif supplied, "Apparently.. you had too much to drink last night. At least it was Rerir that picked you up?"
Aether let out a choked sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper. He buried his face in his hands, the warm mug still clutched precariously.
"Oh, for the love of.. I can’t believe this," he mumbled into his palms, the phantom ache on his lips intensifying. This wasn't just about his bags anymore. This was about Rerir, asserting his presence for nth time, making it clear he wasn't going to be easily forgotten. And Aether knew with certainty that this was far from over.
"Just... just tell him I'll be at the diner tonight," he muttered, finally lowering his hands to reveal a face flushed crimson. "Before closing. I'll... I'll get my things then."
Dainsleif simply nodded. He didn't ask why Aether hadn't just called Rerir himself. He just accepted the message.. Aether felt a surge of gratitude for his roommate's much-appreciated discretion.
"Good," Dainsleif said, his thumb already hovering over his phone screen. "That works out well. You don't have classes this week, do you?"
Aether shook his head, "Thank the Archons, no. If I had to sit through a lecture right now, my brain would probably just melt." His focus, or lack thereof, was already a problem. Every stray thought seemed to circle back to Rerir, to the scent to the warmth of his hand on Aether’s body, the unsettling pressure of his lips.
Dainsleif tapped away on his phone for a moment, then turned the screen back towards Aether. A new message from Rerir glowed on the display;
[Understood. I'll be waiting.]
Aether stared at the few words, a shiver running down his spine that had nothing to do with the cool morning air. Waiting. Of course. Rerir wasn't just agreeing to meet him; he was waiting for him.
The rest of the day crawled by in a haze of nervous energy. Aether tried to distract himself with chores, with reading, with anything that didn't involve replaying the previous night's events or anticipating the evening's confrontation.
But the thought of Rerir, of those piercing eyes and that infuriating smirk, was a persistent itch he couldn't scratch.
As the clock on the kitchen wall ticked past 9 PM, Aether found himself pacing. He changed clothes three times, finally settling on a dark, fitted sweater and jeans. He didn't want Rerir to think he'd put any effort into this.
He didn't want Rerir to think anything at all.
Finally, with a heavy sigh and a stomach churning with a mix of dread, Aether grabbed his keys.
The cool night air was a welcomed against his flushed cheeks as he stepped out. The Cat's Tail diner was a familiar landmark, its neon sign glowing softly in the darkness. He could see the warm glow of its interior, the silhouettes of late-night diners through the windows.
He arrived just before ten, the diner still bustling but beginning to thin out. He didn't go inside. Instead, he leaned against the brick wall beside the entrance, hands shoved into his pockets, waiting patiently.
The minutes stretched, each one feeling longer. The ghost of Rerir's touch washing over his body. Aether swallowed hard, trying to banish the sensation. He was here for his bags...but somehow the blowjob from yesterday might come into conversation.
Then the diner door opened and a figure emerged, tall and undeniably familiar even in the dim light. Rerir. He moved with an easy grace, his white hair falling just so, a faint smile already playing on his lips as his gaze swept the street and landed directly on Aether.
He hadn't even needed to look. He'd known Aether would be there.
Rerir’s lips curved into that all-too-familiar, infuriatingly confident smirk as his eyes locked onto Aether. There was no surprise there, only a confirmation of expectation.
"Took you long enough, darling," Rerir saie. He didn’t stop, didn’t pause, just swept past Aether, his shoulder brushing lightly against Aether’s as he headed towards the narrow alleyway beside the diner. "My car’s out back. Your bags are waiting."
Aether’s breath hitched. Darling? Really? He stood frozen for a moment. Rerir didn’t even glance back, clearly assuming Aether would follow.
And, with no real other possibility, Aether did. He fell into step behind Rerir, his mind a whirlwind of indignation and a strange, undeniable pull.
The alley was dark, the lights from the street not reaching it. They emerged into the small, dimly lit parking lot behind the diner. And there it was. Rerir’s car- the only vehicle in the otherwise empty lot- gleaming faintly under the single flickering streetlight.
Rerir stopped at the driver’s side, his hand already on the door handle. He turned, his gaze sweeping over Aether’s flushed face, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
"Your bags are in the back, on this side." He paused, looking at Aether who stood on the other side "I wouldn’t mind pushing you in there myself, if you insist on being difficult."
"Are you kidding me?" Aether retorted, "You're really trhing to make yourselfsound like a kidnapper."
Aether moved to meet him on the other side of the car, finding himself now standing beside Rerir, keys still dangling from the other man's fingers. The flickering streetlight cast long, dancing shadows around them, making the empty parking lot feel even more isolated.
But Rerir didn't open the door. Instead, he simply stopped, his body close enough for Aether to feel the faint warmth radiating from him. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Rerir shifted, placing himself directly behind Aether. Aether froze as Rerir’s chest brushed against his back, his breath a soft caress against Aether's ear.
"Is there... something else you forgot last night?"
Aether's mind screamed for him to push away, to demand his bags and leave, but his body felt strangely rooted to the spot, a traitorous heat blooming in his cheeks. He knew exactly what Rerir was implying. He knew exactly what Rerir wanted.
"What might you be reffering to?" Aether managed, his voice a little strained. He risked a glance over his shoulder, his eyes meeting Rerir's.
Rerir leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing Aether’s earlobe. "I thought we made a deal." his gaze flicked around the empty lot, dismissive, "We are quite alone right now."
Aether swallowed hard, his composure crumbling. He could feel the solid press of Rerir’s body against his back. He was once again stuck at Rerir's mercy.
"So," Rerir continued, his voice dropping to whisper, "are you going to get on your knees, or am I going to have to make you?"
Damn him. Aether had no energy argue, not now, not here and especially not when Rerir’s was firmly behind him.
With a slow turn, Aether twisted in Rerir’s embrace, his face pressing against the solid warmth of Rerir’s chest. Then with a sigh that was more surrender than sound, Aether dropped, squatting down- no way he was kneeling down on the dirty ground.
Aether watched as Rerir’s hands went to the front of his pants. The zipper rasped down, a harsh sound in the quiet parking lot, and then the fabric parted. With a soft sigh of release, Rerir’s cock sprang free from his underwear, thick and heavy, already half-hard and pulsing in the dim light.
Aether’s throat felt impossibly dry. He swallowed hard, the sound loud in his own ears, before raising his eyes to meet Rerir’s.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Aether leaned forward. His lips, trembling slightly, brushed against the thick, warm cock. Then he brought his mouth fully to the head of Rerir’s cock, his tongue flicking out to rub against the sensitive tip, tasting the salty precum that already beaded at the top.
A soft groan escaped Rerir’s lips, a sound of pure pleasure. His hand, warm and firm, threaded into Aether’s hair, gently but insistently guiding his head.
"See?" Rerir murmured, his voice a low, rough caress against Aether’s ear. "I knew we could get along just fine."
Aether couldn't reply, but he closed his eyes, the flickering light of the streetlamp and the unreadable gleam in Rerir’s eyes vanishing.
All that remained was the thick, pulsing heat of Rerir’s cock against his tongue. His tongue circled around the head, trying to coax more of his lenghg into his aching mouth. But it was too much. Too thick, his jaw already straining, the corners of his mouth felt like they were about to tear
He felt the subtle shift of Rerir’s hips, a slight thrust that pushed the tip deeper, making Aether gag softly around it.
"Ah, thats it Aether..," Rerir purred, his fingers tightening in Aether’s hair, not painfully, but with a possessive grip.
"You’re doing so good. So tight, too tight. Much tighter than....ah.. But then again," he whispered through a broken moan, "Your pussy still feels better. Nothing beats that sweet tight grip."
Aether's entire body flushed, undeniable heat washing over him. He tried to maintain some semblance of composure, to keep his movements steady.
And yetdespite the shame a traitorous clench seized him..., desperate for the very thing Rerir was describing. The unapologetic vulgarity worked myabe a tad too well on Aether.
"If we weren't in the middle of the city, Aether," Rerir murmured, his voice a low, "I'd have you pushed into the back of this car already. I'd have my dick and fingers in your mouth, your cunt, and your ass until you couldn't remember your own name. Nothing untouched ."
Aether’s hands almost instinctively shot out, fingers digging into the firm muscle of Rerir’s thighs. The fabric of his trousers stretched under Aether's desperate grip.
Aether pulled Rerir closer, his mouth opening wider, straining to accommodate the thick, unyielding cock. He wanted to silence Rerir, to drown out the words that promised such exquisite violation, but also... to help himself by finishing things quicker.
He managed to pull in more than half, The head of Rerir’s cock, pressed deep against the back of Aether’s throat,.Every attempt to pull it deeper sent a sharp, almost painful stretch through his jaw, and the corners of his eyes pricked with tears. It was too much, too big.
And yet, beneath the pain, a strange intoxicating pleasure bloomed. The sheer fullness, the aggressive press of Ririr’s cock against his throat.. It hurt, yes, a searing feeling... but it also felt oddly good.
Aether’s mind was a mess. This is wrong, a tiny, desperate voice screamed from the depths of his conscience. You are in a public parking lot, with a man who is, at best, manipulative, at worst...a rapist.
But the rest of his body wasnt so against the feeling. Wrong? Maybe. But Archons, it felt so exquisitely right. The thick, throbbing heat filling his mouth, the salty-sweet taste that coated his tongue drowned out the protests of his rational mind.
He should be mortified. He should be scrambling away, clutching his dignity like a shield. But dignity felt like a flimsy, forgotten concept right now, overshadowed by the aggressive pleasure blooming deep within him.
It was a dirty pleasure, and Aether, to his own bewildered astonishment, found himself leaning into it.
Is this what they mean by being porn addicted? He’d spent countless nights watching screens flicker with scenes not entirely unlike this. The desperate hunger, the dominant whispers, the willing surrender.. it had all been a fantasy, a safe, distant escape. But now, it was real. And the reality of Rerir’s dick in his mouth, was so much more than any pixelated fantasy could ever be.
He found himself bobbing his head trying to make the impossible possible. His cheeks ached, his jaw screamed in protest, but he pushed past it. His hands, still gripping Rerir’s thighs, tightened, pulling the man closer.
Rerir’s fingers, still tangled in Aether’s hair, shifted. The gentle guidance turned into a firmer press, urging Aether's head down, deeper still. A guttural groan tore from Rerir’s throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"That's it.." Rerir rasped, his voice thick with desire, "Choke on it for me. You were always so good at taking what I gave you, weren't you?"
The words should have stung, should have ignited a spark of anger. Instead, they fueled whatever filled Aether's brain. He felt a traitorous clench deep in his core, a hungry, desperate yearning for more of Rerir’s attention, more of his vulgar promises, more of this intoxicating, humiliating pleasure.
"Good boy, Aether. So good. You know just what I like." Rerir’s voice was a low growl as fingers tightened, a delicious pain-pleasure spreading through Aether.
Then, a new sensation. Rerir’s boot, heavy and warm, nudged against Aether’s thigh, slowly, deliberately, rubbing against the denim of his jeans.
"Does that turn you on, Aether?" Rerir rasped, "Does that make your pretty little cunt clench, begging for my cock to fill it instead? Does it, Aether?"
He couldn’t answer, his mouth full, his throat aching, but his body betrayed him. A deep, involuntary shiver ran through him, and his hips involuntarily bucked forward, aching for the friction.
Rerir's grip on Aether’s hair became almost painful, his fingers digging in, holding him captive. "Archons, Aether.. I’m so close. I'm going to come..."
Aether felt the sudden, frantic pulse against his tongue, the twitching of Rerir’s cock. He tried to pull back, a last-ditch effort to save himself from the overwhelming rush, but Rerir’s grip was unyielding.
A hot, thick wave of cum flooded his mouth that coated his tongue and throat. It was too much, too fast, forcing a choked gag from Aether. He finally tore his head away, gasping for air, but not before a final spurt sprayed across his chin and cheek, warm and sticky.
He pulled back coughing his lungs oit, his eyes streaming with tears from the intensity. His mouth was coated, his tongue instinctively moving to clear it and then he swallowed.
Aether was panting heavily, his chest heaving, his tongue lolling slightly out of his mouth, slick with cum and saliva. His face was flushed, wet with tears and Rerir's cum.
Rerir, who had been breathing heavily himself, his eyes still half-lidded from his climax, looked down at Aether.
"Well.." he said, "Look at you, Aether. You actually swallowed it. Didn't think you had it in you." His gaze lingered on Aether's tear-streaked, cum-smeared face, a glint of amusement and something darker in his eyes. "You look like you just crawled out of a porno, you know that?"
Aether flinched, the words hitting him with a fresh wave of humiliation. He tried to avert his gaze, but Rerir's hand, still tangled in his hair, held his head firm.
"Funny, isn't it?" Rerir continued, his thumb tracing the wet trail on Aether's chin. "You once told me my dick looked like it belonged in a porno. Guess the feeling's mutual now, huh? You fit right into the scene."
Before Aether could react, Rerir’s fingers, still slick with his own bodily fluids, moved from Aether’s chin, then pushed them into Aether's still-open, gasping mouth.
Aether choked around the sudden invasion, his tongue recoiling from the salty-sweet taste, but Rerir forcing him to lick them clean.
The tears in Aether's eyes began to dry off, He released his grip on Rerir’s thighs, his hands dropping weakly to his sides. One hand instinctively rose, wiping frantically at his face, trying to scrub away the shame and cum that Rerir might've not gotten off.
"Can I get my bags now?" Aether asked quickly.
Rerir watched him for a long moment, he finally released Aether’s hair, letting his head fall back slightly.
"Yeah," he said, "Go get your bags, Aether."
There is a deep silence that breaks once Rerir unlocks the doors of his car and then, with a casual voice, he asks a question Aether dreaded.
"It's getting late, Aether. You want a ride home?"
Aether froze, his hand hovering over the doorhanle. He turned slowly, his eyes narrowing, skepticism warring with a flicker of something else- curiosity, perhaps, or a perverse hope. "Are you going to want to fuck me in the car too?"
Rerir leaned forwards , a knowing smile spreading across his face, "Only if you want to have your pretty little cunt filled, Aether." His eyes lingered on Aether's flushed face, daring him to deny it.
Aether's face burned a deeper crimson, the heat spreading from his neck to the tips of his ears.
He averted his gaze, He yanked open the rear passenger door, his movements , and reached in for his bags, but he didn't pull them out immediately. He paused, his head bowed..
The thought of walking home, of replaying the last hour in his mind... The humiliation was still a bitter taste in his mouth, but beneath it, a different kind of hunger gnawed. He wanted more. He hated himself for it, but he wanted more.
With a sigh that was almost a surrender, Aether let go of them. Instead, he slid into the backseat, the plush leather cool against his heated skin. He sank back, his eyes fixed on the back of the driver's seat.
A moment later Rerir's hand was on the handle and he got inside the car as well.
Rerir started the engine, and then lookee back his eyes meeting Aether's. "So, you want it afterall huh?"
Aether swallowed hard, his throat still raw. He leaned forward slightly, his voice barely a whisper, "Only if you have condoms. I'm not risking it again."
"Condoms, you say? All the time now, if I want you, Aether?" He leaned back. "Well, I suppose I can adjust. Though I must admit," his gaze dropped to Aether’s lap, lingering there for a beat, "it feels feels a hell of a lot better raw."
Aether scoffed, "Oh, really? You try dealing with a pregnancy scare, Rerir, and then you can comment on what you want." He shook his head, a fresh wave of heat rising in his cheeks. "Archons, you’re insane."
Rerir merely shrugged, unfazed. "Insane, maybe. But practical. Get on birth control, Aether, and then you can stop worrying about it." He let the suggestion hang in the air. "Tell me, though," he asked, his voice softer, more genuinely intrigued, "what brought this on? Earlier, you looked like you wanted to run a mile. Now.. you’re suddenly so willing?"
Aether’s gaze dropped, his fingers worrying at the hem of his sweater. "What’s the point, Rerir?" he muttered, almost to himself, "It’s no use trying to fight a pervert like you."
"Ah, so that’s it, is it? This is your way of taking advantage of my cock, Aether?"
Aether finally met his gaze through the mirror. "It might as well be," he replied "We can just be.. friends with benefits. Or just fuck buddies, whatever you want to call it. No strings attached."
"Friends with benefits, huh? I wouldn’t mind that at all...So, do ‘friends with benefits’ come with pictures? Because I’d like some pictures, Aether. Not like those.. cosplay ones Columbina posted."
Aether went quiet, his gaze dropping to his lap again. He doesn't even have his number, and he wants nudes? After a beat of silence, he asked almost inaudibly, "You.. you saved those?"
"Of course, I did. Why wouldn’t I?" He asks like Aether should've expected that of him."Archons, Aether, seeing you in that dress... it made me want to rip it right off you and take you right there, in the car. It makes me hard just thinking about it now."
Aether felt his cheeks burn even hotter. He swallowed hard, trying to hide the flicker of a smile that threatened to break through. He hated himself for it, but Rerir's bold honesty, his utter lack of shame, was... captivating.
"Oh, really?" Aether managed, his voice a little shaky, but with a hint of challenge, a mischievous glint in his own eyes now. "So, if I were to send you more pictures of me in cosplay, you’d prefer... no shorts? No underwear at all?" He meant it as a joke, a way to push Rerir’s buttons.
He didn't laugh, didn't dismiss it. Instead, he leaned back into the chair, his eyes focused on the road. "Absolutely, haha... You should absolutely do that." His voice was excited.
"And not just pictures. I want videos. Videos of you... playing with yourself, calling out my name." He paused watching Aether’s face flush a deeper shade of crimson. "And don't worry," Rerir added, his tone softening, "I'll be sure to return the favor."
--
Of course, the next morning when Aether finally picked up his phone he noticed that he had unread messages from an unknown number. Immediately, he thinks that it's probably someone he shares a class with, asking for notes- so he lazily clicks on it readying himself to grab a notebook from his bag.
But instead of a few messages of apologetically asking for notes or a homework, he sees a box of condoms. It's a picture of a box of condoms, a big hand holding it up to the camera...Aether almost wants to tell the unknown messenger that he has the wrong number, but taking a a quick glance at the profile picture of the sender suddenly wakes Aether up to reality.
It's Rerir.Of course it's Rerir! But wait, since when did he have his number? Did he ask Dainsleif for it..yesterday? Or just this morning??
The picture of the box of condoms is accompanied by a caption [Are these good?]
[when did you even get my number?!]
The reply was almost instantaneous, almost as if Rerir has been waiting for Aether’s inevitable reaction.
[Took it when you fell asleep that night]
[So is it good?]
Aether’s eyes widened. The night they spent together? Aether checked his phone a hundred times since that happened, deleting every photo Rerir had taken- but for some reason he never thought that Rerir might've taken his number.
A groan slippee out Aether’s lips. He dropped back onto his pillows, staring at the ceiling, then let out a long, defeated sigh. There was no escaping Rerir, really.
He picked up his phone again, a fresh wave of heat creeping up his neck.
[sure whatever I don't care about the brand or wtv]
[You really took my eords to heart]
Again, the almost immediate ping.
[Because I want to fuck you]
The bluntness should have shocked him. But it didn't. Not really. After yesterday’s conversation, after Rerir’s demands for videos and photos, this felt... par for the course.
Rerir’s next message popped up, followed by another.
[What are you doing right now?]
[More importantly, what are you wearing?]
Aether groaned again, burying his face in his pillow. Of course he’d ask that. It was so Rerir. So shamelessly Rerir. He thought about just ignoring it, about throwing his phone across the room and pretending he never saw it.
He rolled onto his back, pulling his shirt down over his stomach, feeling the soft cotton against his skin. He was still in the sleep shirt he’d pulled on last night - an oversized tshirt that reached his mid-thighs, paired with a pair of equally soft shorts.
A mischievous idea ignited in him. He knew what Rerir wanted. He knew what kind of pictures he was asking for. He could play along, just a little!
He sat up, angling his phone. He didn’t want his face in it. He pulled lightly at the collar of his shirt, just enough to expose the curve of his collarbone. He took the picture and sent it before he could overthink it.
The ping was immediate. Rerir must have been staring at his phone.
[Good boy] came the reply,two words that made Aether take in a deep breath.
Then another message. [Are you alone?]
Aether’s thumb hovered over the keyboard. Alone? He was alone. Dainsleif was already in class. The dorm was quiet. But Saying that he was alone wouldve sounded like an invitation..
[no] Aether decided that it would be better to take a gamble and lie. [I have some classmates over in the common room, supposed to be studying]
[Oh really?] Rerir’s message appeared on the screen. [Your friends are studying in the common room, waiting for you to join them and here you are.. sending me pictures?]
Aether’s mouth fell open, a silent gasp escaping him. He hadn’t even thought about that implication-! The lie had simply tumbled out, he didn't think of that. But Rerir, of course, saw straight through it, turning Aether’s lie into another fantasy. His cheeks burned, a furious blush painting his neck and face.
[Will you send another one?]
Aether’s fingers trembled slightly as he stared at the screen. He was being dared..
He pushed himself up again, the soft cotton of his oversized shirt shifting against his skin.
Taking a shaky breath, Aether tugged at the elastic waistband of his shorts. Then slowly pulled them lower, exposing the soft, pale curve of his hip, then the edge of the smooth, dark fabric of his boxer briefs. He adjusted the phone’s angle, his gaze fixed on the small screen, watching his own movements.
His fingers still trembling, hovered. He knew what he was doing. He knew what Rerir wanted to see, Aether pressed his thumb and forefinger against the thin fabric of his underwear right where the delicate slit of his cunt was hidden. He just pressed, the outline of his cunt visible through the cloth.
Click.
He sent it before he could second-guess himself, a surge of adrenaline making his head spin.
[?youre the horny one really asking for more]
[Fuck, I’m getting hard]
[Thinking about your friends waiting for you while you’re teasing me like this.]
He imagined Rerir right now, probably back at his place sat at his desk. His hand, his hand would be wrapped around his cock, probably already throbbing.
All for fun, Aether told himself, a flimsy excuse as he held his phone.
Pictures were one thing, but a video? That was a whole new level of audacity. He took a shaky breath, his fingers already hovering over the camera icon.
The camera was recording now; He watched his own hand as be pushed his boxers down, a little unsteady reach down with his fingers trembling slightly, pressed against the plump, sensitive lips of his cunt. He pushed gently, parting the folds, exposing the glistening skin.
Then he pulled his fingers away, watching as translucdnt slick clung to them.
He stopped the recording. He didn't even review it, didn’t dare to watch it back. He just hit 'send'.
The moment the video was sent, a wave of shame washed over him. He fumbled with his phone, his fingers pressing rapidly on the shut off button plunging the screen into darkness.
He dropped the device onto the sheets then quickly pulled his shorts and underwear back up, covering himself up, his cheeks burning red. He was suddenly acutely aware of his own cunt, still slick and sensitive, as if Rerir's eyes were still on it, even from a distance.
Aether buried his face in his hands, a soft groan escaping his lips. What had he just done?
The phone lying down on the sheets started to vibrated violently. Then again. And again. Aether flinched with each buzz furthering his nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut, wishing he could somehow unsend the video or undo the last ten minutes of his existance.
He reached out and opened the screen after a long silence.
[Aether.]
[Archons, Aether.]
[That was]
[I can’t believe you sent me that.]
[You absolute menace.]
[Do you have any idea what you just did to me?]
[I need to be inside you right now. That's how wet you get at the thought of me?]
Aether’s body which had been tightening with shame now began to fill with a different kind of tension. A hot flush spread across his chest, down his stomach, settling deep between his legs. The shame was still there, a dull ache, but it was being rapidly overshadowed by warmth.
He pictured Rerir, wherever he was, probably still at his desk, but now utterly undone. His hand no doubt had left his throbbing cock and was now perhaps gripping the edge of his desk, knuckles white.
Or maybe, just maybe, he was still stroking himself, his eyes glued to the screen, replaying Aether’s video. The thought sent an odd feeling through Aether. He had that kind of effect on Rerir. He, Aether, with his soft pale cunt and his stupid sudden lie.
[Did you leave me on read after sending that?] Rerir's next message was sent once Aether reas the other ones.
Aether’s thumb hovered over the keyboard. He looked around the quiet room. The dorm was utterly silent. Not a whisper from the common room.
But iff Rerir was here, and someone else was in the other room, perhaps just on the other side of the thin dorm wall, engrossed in textbooks or whispering about class...
Would Rerir ask something of him? Would he still push Aether down onto the bed, peel back the soft cotton of his oversized shirt, and spread his legs? Would he press his lips to Aether’s neck, his hands tracing the curve of his hips, knowing that any moment someone could walk in?
A shiver, half fear and half a thrill ran down Aether’s spine. The thought of Rerir burying himself inside him, hearing the muffled sounds of his own pleasure, knowing that at any second someone could call out fot Aether- or for the worst, enter the room.
He imagined Rerir’s heavy breathing, his own suppressed moans, the rhythmic creak of the bed.
He pressed his fingers against the screen, his gaze fixed on Rerir’s last question.
[So, are you still touching yourself, Aether? After all that?]
The message was swiftly followed by another notification. A video. A one time video. He tapped it, not registering what he might see.
The screen flickered to life, showing Rerir’s hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock. It was already engorged, slick with pre-cum that glistened under the camers light.
"I'm alone, Aether," Rerir's voice, thick with desire, whispered from the video. "Completely alone. And all I can think about is being wrapped around that wet little cunt of yours, burying myself deep inside until you scream my name."
The video ended, leaving Aether staring at his own flushed reflection in the dark screen. He’d done this. He’d pushed Rerir to this point.
[I need to study, Rerir.] he typed, aa little too dismissively, trying to inject some normalcy into the atmosphere that was created.
[Study?] Rerir's text pinged. [You think you’re going to be able to focus on anything now, knowing my cock is hard and thinking about fucking that wet pussy of yours?]
[ye I can there’s plenty of time to think about getting fucked , isn’t there?? Or maybe you could just make it a reality, if you’re tjat desperate]
The phone vibrated almost instantly, but it wasn't a text. It was a voice note. Aether's breath hitched. He brought the phone to his ear, lowering the volume just in case Rerir was about to say some insane vile stuff.
"Oh, Aether. You play a dangerous game. Just make sure you're careful the next time you find yourself all alone, youre really testing me right now."
The voice note ended, leaving an awkward silence in the air as Aether’s fingers trembled, a wave of heat washing over him so intense it made his vision swim. He didn't reply. He simply let the phone slip from his grasp, landing with a soft thud on the mattress, its screen still glowing with Rerir’s last, potent words.
--
The silent hum of the library was usually soothing for Aether, it was a great place to focus and study but not today. Every rustle of a page, every muffled cough or whisper disturbed Aether.
He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his jeans suddenly feeling too tight against his body .This was useless.. he couldn't focus! Be damned!!
Aether grabbed his bag and headed towards the library's restrooms. He pushed open the heavy door to the men's room, the echo of the flush from an occupied stall the only sound.
As he reached the last stall, a hand shot out from behind the slightly ajar door, strong fingers wrapping around his wrist. Aether gasped, a choked sound trapped in his throat as he was yanked forward, stumbling into the cramped space. The door swung shut with a thud.
The scent immediately overcame him- it was Rerir's. Rerir’s body was pressed flush against his back, pinning him against the cool stall door. A shiver of shock went through Aether.
"Careful, Aether," Rerir's said, "I told you to be careful when you're alone."
He could feel the solid heat of Rerir’s body against his back, the hard plane of his chest, the press of his erection already a searing against Aether’s ass. Rerir just loved making Aether feel like he was small and powerless.
"R-Rerir.. how did you..Did you??did you put a fucking tracker on my phone?" Aether’s voice was a surprised whisper, laced with a fear that was dangerously close to excitement. .
Rerir looked amused "Tracker? Aether, you wound me. I have.. other ways. Let’s just say I know when you’re getting restless. And I know when you need a distraction."
Before Aether could formulate another question, Rerir’s free hand snaked down, deft fingers working at the zipper of Aether’s jeans.
Aether instinctively stiffened, but Rerir’s hold on his waist tightened. The denim parted, and then Rerir pulled Aether’s underwear down, bunching it around his knees.
A rush of cool stale air from the restroom hit Aether’s exposed skin making him shiver.
Then, Aether felt the distinct shift as Rerir pulled away slightly, just enough to free his own erection. He heard the soft crinkle of foil, and then, Rerir’s hand reappeared, pressing a small, latex-wrapped square into Aether’s palm.
Aether stared at the condom, his mind blank. He was speechless, the reality of the situation slamming into him with dizzying force. He really wasn't lying, afterall.
Before he could even process the instruction, Rerir’s thick cock nudged insistently between Aether’s thighs. It was hot and undeniably hard, pushing against the soft skin of his inner thighs.
"Put it on, Aether," Rerir instructed. "If you want to of course.. If not.." He pressed his cock harder against Aether’s thigh, grinding it in a slow deliberate motion. "..then I’ll just have your thighs. Or maybe I'll just do it inside."
Rerir was going to get what he wanted.. that much waw clear. The choice wasn't if Aether would be touched but how.
Aether’s fingers fumbled with the condom. He tore open the foil, the crinkle impossibly loud in the silence, his gaze fixed on the latex. With a shaky breath, he began to roll it down Rerir's cock.
One moment, Aether was standing firmly on the ground the next, he was picked up. Rerir’s hands clamped around his thighs, hoisting him up with a casual ease that stole the breath from Aether’s lungs. His legs instinctively hit the bathroom door causing a loud thud to echo through the small room.
Slowly Rerir shifted, aligning the latex covered head of his cock with Aether’s pussy. But he didn’t push in just yet.
The thick, hot head of Rerir’s dick rubbed slowly against Aether’s sensitive folds and clit, then it barely passed the very entrance of his hole.
Aether gasped. A deep shudder wracked his smaller frame, his hips twitching against Rerir’s.
Just then, the heavy door to the men’s room creaked open again. The distinct thud of footsteps echoed on the tiled floor, growing closer. Someone was entering the bathroom.
"Did you lock the stall door Aether?" Rerir asked. He didn’t wait for an answer, his breath ghosting over Aether’s skin. "It would be quite unfortunate..." he drawled, pushing a fraction deeper, the hot head of his cock finally slipping into his cunt, "if someone were to walk in and see your pretty cunt gaping for my cock, wouldn't it?"
Aether’s blood ran cold then hot with a sickening rush . His gaze darted frantically to the stall door, his eyes locking onto the small, metallic slide of the lock. It was engaged. Locked.
The footsteps paused just outside their stall, a heavy sigh audible throughout the bathroom. A stomach-churning clink of a belt buckle, then the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered. Someone was using the urinal right outside.
Aether gasped, a choked sound caught in his throat. His hands, acting on instinct, shot up, wrapping around Rerir’s head. His fingers tangled in the white strands of Rerir’s hair, not in an attempt to push away, but to keep himselr steady.
Then, with a slow deliberate motion Rerir lowered him on his cock. Aether’s breath hitched again, a desperate whimper escaping his lips as Rerir slid further into his tight welcoming cunt.
Aether’s teeth bit down hard on his lower lip as an attempt to silence his whispers. It felt impossible, yet Rerir slid deeper, claiming every inch until he bottomed out.
Aether was a trembling mess. His fingers still tangled in Rerir’s hair, clenched tighter.. Rerir held him there, utterly still, his body a solid against Aether’s back, his cock deep inside.
Finally, footsteps receded, growing fainter, until the heavy door of the restroom creaked shut, plunging the bathroom into silence.
The moment the door clicked, Rerir’s hands tightened on Aether’s thighs, a hard squeeze that made Aether gasp. Rerir leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over Aether’s nape, then his lips found the sensitive skin of Aether’s neck trailing a line of kisses. A shiver wracked Aether’s body and a broken whimper escaped his lips.
"That's it, Aether," Rerir said "That's what I like to hear. Feels good, doesn't it?" He nipped gently at Aether’s earlobe, his hips beginning a slow grind that sent waves of pleasure through Aether’s body.
"Honestly," Rerir continued, his voice laced with a playful tone, "if I'd had more time to prepare, I would've given you a real scare. The full experience, you know? Dragged you out of there, thrown you in the back of my car, maybe tied your wrists with my belt. Then, I would have fucked you senseless. But alas," he sighed dramatically, "we have to make do with what we have."
With that, Rerir’s hips began to move in a smooth rhythm, each withdrawal making Aether need more.
"And those pictures you sent me yesterday, Aether.. fuck." Rerir’s voice dropped, "You looked so fucking lewd, so ready. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to me. Tell me," he demanded, his hips still grinding slowly, "have you done this before? Been so open for someone else? You look like you're an old hand at this,like a slut. Tell me, who else have you let into that pretty cunt?"
Aether’s face was red, The accusation embarrassing, "N-no!" he gasped, the word barely a whisper. "Nobody..I haven't done it with anyone else.."
Rerir’s lips pressed against Aether’s nape, his teeth grazing the soft skin. "Oh, really?" he murmured, his hips driving forward with a sudden, brutal force.
Aether’s body instinctively tightened around Rerir's cock. His sneakers, pressed harder against the door which made a drawn out creak.
"N-nobody..," Aether gasped again.
"Only me, huh?" Rerir scoffed. Each thrust was deeper and more insistent, pushing Aether to the very edge of his sanity.
"Then I guess your tightness explains it..you havent event touched yourself properly."
"Does carrying me like this.. make you feel better?" Aether choked out. He felt so exposed hoisted up and fucked in a public bathroom.
Rerir paused, just for a breath, his hips stilling for a moment as he leaned in close again, his warm breath ghosting over Aether’s ear. "This isn’t for my sake... my ego.. Well, not entirely. This is for your dignity." His lips brushed Aether’s earlobe, sending a fresh shiver down his spine. "Seeing two pairs of feet in a bathroom cubicle is quite awkward, isn’t it? Very incriminating. Wouldn’t want to give our hypothetical audience too much to gossip about, now would we?"
Aether couldn’t help but agree with the logic, even as his mind reeled. "But..but then why didnt you just go with your 'plan'??" he cried out, "Fucking in a public bathroom is not hot at all! It’s.. it’s humiliating even if nobody sees!"
Before Aether could utter another word, Rerir’s hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep, hard, into Aether. His back arched instinctivel due to the overwhelming sensation of Rerir filling him completely.
Rerir leaned in again, his lips grazing Aether’s kissed neck, "We can continue this little game later, if you're truly so eager for the car ride. I promise to deliver on all my threats. But for now," he added, his hips beginning to move again, a slow, deliberate withdrawal and thrust that made Aether’s teeth clench, "focus here?"
The argument died in Aether’s throat, swallowed by a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation. His chnt began to clench and tighten around Rerir’s pulsing cock.
A low groan escaped Rerir’s lips, his breath hot against Aether’s neck. "Fuck, Aether," he rasped, "Haa youre so tight- I'm close."
Aether whispered as his own body convulsed around Rerir’s cock milking every last drop of pleasure.
Then with a final shuddering groan, Rerir’s hips slammed to the hilt, his body stiffening. A torrent of heat surged into Aether’s pussy, a thick gush that filled the condom to capacity, pressing against his tender walls.
Rerir slowly, reluctantly, began to withdraw. Aether’s eyes, still hazy with pleasure, drifted downwards. He watched, mesmerized, as the slick, condom-covered cock slowly slid out of him leaving him aching and undeniably, empty.
But before the emptiness could settle in Rerir’s fingers replaced the retreating warmth. Two, then three, delving deep into Aether’s pussy. They traces the sensitive folds and pressed against his walls. Aether gasped, instinctively clenching around the intruding digits.
"Satisfied, Aether?" Rerir asked ,but Aether found himself unable to form a coherent response. His mind was a jumble od pleasure and humiliation, his body still trembling.
"L-let me down," he finally managed.
Rerir’s fingers gave one last deep, probing rub against a particularly sensitive spot, eliciting another sharp intake of breath from Aether, before slowly slipping free.
With a gentle, almost tender motion, Rerir lowered Aether, his feet finally touching floor. A wave of dizziness washed over Aether, and he leaned heavily against the door, his knees threatening to buckle.
Rerir’s eyes, dark and unreadable, watched Aether for a long moment. Then silently he pulled the condom off and threw it overflowing sanitary bin beside the toilet.
Aether still trembling slightly, fumbled with his own pants pulling them up over his hips. He couldn't meet Rerir's gaze, instead focusing on the floor, his face still burning.
As Aether finally managed to do up his button, a warm hand settled on his nape, fingers gently rubbing the tender skin Rerir had just kissed and bitten. A shiver went down Aether’s spine. Rerir's touch was surprisingly soft, but then, those fingers tightened, just subtly, around the delicate curve of Aether’s neck.
"So," Rerir’s voice was low, "do you feel safe now, Aether?"
Aether blinked, the question catching him off guard. Safe? In a public bathroom, after being hoisted and fucked against a door, his body still trembling? He couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh. "Safe?" he tilted his head trhing to escape Rerir's grip,"I’ve never felt this unsafe in my life, you asshole." But a small mocking smile touched his lips.
Rerir’s grip on his neck didn’t loosen, but a soft sigh escaped his lips, a sound of perhaps amusement. He didn’t say another word, his gaze sweeping over Aether’s flushed face one last time, a possessive look.
Then he pushed open the cubicle door the creak echoing in the sudden silence of the empty bathroom. He tugged gently on Aether’s nape guiding him out of the stall as Aether let out a protesting huff.