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It was a long night. Or well, it sure fucking felt like one.

Diluc did not particularly like the nights he worked at Angel’s Share. Although not every night, occasionally he mans the tavern himself. It is his responsibility ultimately, and it is important he’s there to manage it.

But god, if he didnt hate it.

Dealing with his obnoxious brother’s antics, the drunkards spilling their wine all over the place, the mediocre bards singing so loud you could hear them from outside... there was a list of things Diluc didnt like about manning his tavern. A recent addition to this however, was the attractive twink that got him half-hard mid-shift every night.

Venti.

Truth be told, Diluc was never especially interested in romance or sexual affairs. Something Kaeya had always teased him over. He had never gotten a crush on someone as a kid, never dated, never slept with anyone. Despite supposedly being “Mondstadt’s hottest bachelor”, he simply had bigger problems and bigger things to worry about. He honestly never thought he was even capable of feeling those things, and it didn’t bother him. Until one evening a new customer trounced into the bar. Clad in tight stockings underneath tight shorts, fluffy bouncing hair braided in two with bright green eyes demanding the ‘finest dandelion wine available!’.

And he knew it was over for him.

Whenever Diluc was in close proximity to Venti, close enough for him to run his mouth or bat his eyelashes, it had him feeling as if he was being suffocated, his chest unreasonably tight for the first time in his vest. Everything the assumed-young-man (to later be revealed to be several-millennia-old-man) did stirred something in Diluc he wasnt sure he could put a word to even if he wanted to. A sweet smile and a delicate face he couldn’t say no to, even after said face was shit-faced drunk. This bard had wormed his way into Diluc’s heart, even with walls a mile high up. Should Kaeya ever find out, he’d surely be impressed someone was able to affect his brother so much. Which, when talking about Diluc Ragnvindr, was a fairly big deal.

The chime on the door to the tavern was heard as it was kindly swung open, and Diluc didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.

“Hehe, good afternoon Master Diluc!” a sing song voiced chirped as the tiny bard plopped down onto a counter stool.
God, the way he called him ‘Master’ made his insides feel funny. Diluc chooses to forgo acknowledging this.

“A dandelion wine, pretty please!”

Here we go, every day as soon as the tavern is open. Or, every night Diluc is there, at least.

“Do you actually have the mora to pay this time?” Diluc asked, but was already in motion of pouring the wine.

“Ehe.”

Diluc sighed.

He gave the glass anyway.

The cheeky smile on Venti’s face would never grow old to him. He hated that he smiled back. He pushed the thought to the back of his head. He could unravel his opinions after work, alone.

“Thank you!”

—-

His hair felt tight. His head ached like it was being drilled into, he couldnt keep the tight ponytail in any longer lest he risk ripping his hair out. Almost snapping the band in the process, Diluc undid his hair and let the unruly thick red curls to sit against his shoulders and back.
Sitting on his bed, sinking into the mattress with a bit more force than intended, Diluc finally had time to unwind. His head felt foggy and clogged. He couldnt think.

’I have paperwork to do.’ he thought.
‘Its sitting on the desk. I need to get it done.’

But he didnt move. Diluc couldnt even look away, hyperfocused on keeping his gaze stuck to his shoes on the floor. He was so focused on grounding himself, reluctant to give up even when he already knew he had given in.

“Fuck it.”

Tearing off his vest and undoing his tie, Diluc walked to his bathroom and turned the water on. Scorching hot, as it needed to be.

He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Fuck, how would Venti look in his lap? Down on his knees, holding Diluc’s cock up against his cheek, kissing and licking the length?

Diluc’s pants were off, and he couldn't even wait to step in the shower to start pumping himself.
He felt erratic, embarrassed yet unable to do anything about it.
Stepping into his shower finally, the hot water hit his back hard enough to entice a groan from the man. Not bothering to wash himself first, he didnt even care if he did. Truly, Diluc just needed some place to touch himself privately. Away from even his own gaze. The rushing water masking any sound he could make. He didn’t want to even hear himself.

Diluc leaned against the wall with his forearm, resting his head against it. He closed his eyes, took his dick in his hand, slowly rubbing along the length. Diluc was quite a well-endowed man, beyond the average size. Compared to Venti’s general body size, he wondered if the small man would even be capable of taking him. The thought made him shudder.

He knew Venti would take his sweet time with it, Venti would tease him, get Diluc to beg for it. Make Diluc grab his little braids and tug, make Diluc use him. Make Diluc turn him submissive and needy.
Amongst his fantasies, a calloused thumb ran over the tip of his cock, already leaking. It felt rough, breaking the illusion a bit from it being a pair of soft fingers. He wonders how Venti’s hands would feel, his little fingers almost half the size of Diluc’s, probably unable to wrap around the shaft all the way. How he would kitten lick the tip, kissing it and gripping Diluc’s toned thigh. How hot would his mouth feel? A singer and musician at heart, surely Venti would play Diluc unlike any instrument he has before. Coaxing noises from him, as Venti’s personal lyre.

’Why does it have to be you?’
‘Why… do I want you so bad?’

“..Ah.. Venti..”
A moan and a sharp inhale and he pressed harder onto a particularly thick vein.

A lot of thoughts ran through his head. He focused harder on the imagery in his head of Venti’s bushy blue-black hair bobbing between Diluc’s legs. He wanted to silence every thought. Every word. Every image.

But Diluc was weak. Weak to only one thing. Weakness was something Diluc was foreign to. He has always been strong. A sweet boy with kissable lips and a pert ass made Diluc feel as helpless as a child. He couldn’t fight the thoughts that were currently in control of the hand pumping his dick.

Would he look up at him through thick lashes? Staring up at Diluc for praise? Would he hit the back of his throat and gag? Or does the God of wind have no need to breathe?

It felt like so much. So much all at once. Suffocating and overwhelming, Diluc felt disgusting. Venti had no idea he was doing this. Venti trusted him, as a friend, and how did Diluc repay his friend’s kindness? His Archon’s kindness? By imaging him getting fucked on his lap? By wishing he could push him over the taverns counter, rip his stockings apart and fuck him full?

Another sharp inhale through gritted teeth. Diluc’s hair stuck to his face, the water beginning to hit his back so hard it hurt.
fuck.

If he imagined hard enough, maybe he could hear his voice.
Maybe he wasn’t imagining.
Maybe Diluc was delusional.

‘I’m glad you feel the same way.’

“..God.”

Diluc whipped his head back up, squeezing his cock hard and pressing his thumb against the red tip. In a matter of seconds he had come undone entirely. Spilt all over his hand and against the shower wall.
He wished it was all over his Archon’s face instead, and promptly felt shame washing over him instead of water.

——

Diluc dried off, got changed and sat back on his wrinkled bed. He really needed to make his bed, but he just couldn’t care anymore to do it in the morning. It felt endless, like every day was some kind of personal torture for him.
He hadn’t bothered to dry his hair all the way nor braid it, and just leaned back into his bed to go to sleep.

It didnt matter.
Why would it matter.

He tossed to the side, red locks falling over his shoulder. Staring at the window across from him with the shades drawn, he wished to himself he was staring at his Archon sleep instead. Wished he could wrap his arms around that tiny waist and pull.

Before bed, Diluc prays he might get the chance to.

——

Clinking of glasses were such an obnoxious sound. So piercing to the ears, Diluc wasn’t sure why it was necessary for every drunk to toast every round of drinks they got.
Diluc had almost gotten lost in cleaning off the counter when a different kind of piercing noise graced him.

“Having a hard time tonight, Master Diluc?”

Of course. Diluc was on duty tonight. Of course he would be here. He internally cursed to himself, unable to stop himself from remembering last night. How he envisioned Venti while pleasuring himself. Feeling his face heat up to his ears, he was unable to even look up at his friend.

“No. I’m just busy thinking about other things.” Diluc lied through his teeth and avoided eye contact, despite being able to tell Venti was eyeing him like a cat trying to look cute.

To be fair, it did work.

“Hehe, really? Would you mind telling me about them?” Venti teased, hopping onto a stool at the counter and drumming his fingers.

“There’s nothing to tell you about.” he replied.

“Ooh, really? Master Diluc, you’re not hiding something from me, are you?”
Venti put his elbows on the counter, blocking where the man of his affections was currently about to wipe down with a cloth.

“No. Now move.” Diluc curtly said, nudging Venti’s elbows off the table.

“Oh, boo. How rude. Don’t tell me you’re mad at me?” Venti’s words carried no sting behind them, but Diluc did feel a bit guilty for his initial blunt reaction. He didn’t want Venti know how bad he shamelessly and carnally desired him, yet he certainly didn’t want him thinking he didn’t like him at all either. A heavy sigh left his throat.

“I’m not mad at you, Venti. You’d know if I was,”
he mused, with the bard smiling a bit at the remark.
“I just have a lot to think about right now.” Diluc tossed the dirty cloth into the sink. He could finish cleaning later.

“I see… well, I hope you can reach your conclusions soon. A heavy weight on the heart will do a number on you. But, I’m sure you’ll persevere through it.” Venti ended with a wink, taking a sip of his drink. When had Diluc filled it for him? Had he even asked?

“..Thank you. Me too.”

“Hehe, well, I’ll see you in a bit Diluc! I’ve got people to entertain!” Venti hopped off the stool and landed a bit harsh onto the ground, grabbing his glass and walking towards a larger table in the back. Looks as if he had a few friends waiting. Which, totally didn’t make Diluc feel a bit jealous. Not at all.

“See you.”

Venti’s smile was so infectious. Maybe he’d get another chance to see it. Diluc makes a prayer in hopes that he will.

…It would be another long night.

——

There are stories about the Anemo Archon, Barbatos. It is impossible to truly tell the facts apart of from fiction, but there is one tale commonly tossed amongst bards in particular.

The wind hears every song.

So, was it to anyone surprise that the wind himself had heard Diluc’s needy pleas in the night? Wrapped up in himself, steaming the room with water hot enough to burn.

“Ah… Master Diluc..” Venti felt his face heat up, and heart rate quicken. He tugged at his shirt in a vice grip. He didn’t need to be close by to hear.
His plump thighs pressed together tighter. The night air in Windrise was cold. How warm the bathrooms steam would feel. He longed for it.
Maybe next time he’d get to feel it.

It was Barbatos’ turn to pray this time, pray to soon be able to reciprocate Diluc’s feelings. but tonight, a hymn will have to suffice.
He prays Diluc hears.

”Hehe… Diluc..”
“I’m glad you feel the same way.”

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Morning hit his eyelids hard, forcing them open against his own wishes to rest longer. The crunching of a few leaves under him was heard as he tossed his head to the side, crushing them. Laying on the ground was hardly something an Archon should have to endure, but Venti had gotten used to it.

A groan left his lips and he slowly sat up, scratching his scalp.
“Augh… Good morning to you too, Teyvat.” Stretching his arms out in front of him, he stood up from the ground. He began to dust off his blouse of any dirt, and patted his shorts.

Venti had been living as a mortal for not very long in the grand scheme that was his immortal life. What was it now, about a year? His routine was fairly simple, wake up whenever it became too bright to sleep, look for apples nearby for breakfast, perhaps wash off near the lake if his previous day’s endeavors had left him scruffy, trounce to town and wait until the Angel’s Share opened to go drink until they close. At night, return to Windrise drunk, sleep under the tree, and hope no bugs made home in his hair for the night.

Venti has never insisted he be treated as any grander than the next for being Barbatos during his active time as Mondstadt’s Archon, but he does admit he wishes he had at least a cushy bed to sleep on.

As it usually did, it took a bit of effort to remember the night before after drinking his heart away at the tavern. He quite literally stumbled back and fell onto the ground to sleep, after all. Standing absent mindlessly and staring off, Venti was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn’t yet even stepped foot from under the tree to leave.

‘That’s right, last night… ‘
‘Master Diluc…’

He felt his face heat up again. Truly, he had never expected Diluc of all people to be doing such a thing with him in mind. Venti has had suitors before, people encouraging to take him home on some nights after a few drinks of their own, the routine always ending by him declining politely. It had been a long time since Venti had let himself be vulnerable that way to another, so long he wasn’t sure he could even remember. The longer it went on, the harder if was for him to want to try again.

Part of this, of course, was the pain that comes with being a God. Outliving a lover is an awful thing to feel, even outliving friends was already a massive burden on his heart. With the grief he hasn’t yet recovered from, Venti did not want to have another addition to his pile.
However, another factor to this was something only few knew about him. Something he wasn’t ready to share yet about his body. It was easier to let others wonder and never find out. This body once belonged to his friend, and he had never changed a piece of it. To change any part would to insist something was wrong, and nothing was. Living with the burden of not being seen as a man… Selfishly, he could not endure it. He may not have the heart to change his body, but he did have the shame to hide it.

“I… Should probably get going. Hopefully the little foxes here haven’t taken all the apples for today, hehe.” Venti spoke to only himself, trying to distract a wandering mind.
Scuffed brown loafers got a move on, and carried him towards the nearby woods of Mondstadt. Passing by the water, he saw his reflection mirrored on the top. His hair a mess, he only wished he had warm water to wash it in. Perhaps some day.

——————

“Oh dear… Seems I was a bit too late.”

A pair of small brown foxes scampered off with apples in their mouthes, leaving none to be left under the only nearby apple tree. A sigh escaped from the bard.

“I suppose I’ll have to check elsewhere.”

A single place came to mind, and crossing his fingers he hoped he wouldn’t be spotted pilfering again.

Although Dawn Winery was indeed the establishment of a very handsome man whom Venti very much was *not* attracted to, what made you think that, it was also the only place with nearly-unguarded food lying about. His little heart didn’t especially want to come to the home and risk seeing Diluc after knowing what the man had done the night prior, but the fruits were fresh and usually the maids didn’t catch him helping himself. He wasn’t sure if they had told Diluc or not, as they didn’t scold him too much for it the few times they had found him. Surely if they had, he would have been kicked off the property, right?

Right?

Maybe Venti had gotten too comfortable coming here, or maybe his thoughts were so loud it deafened the sound, but before he could even reach the vineyards, he found himself already caught.

“Bard.”
A curt voice spoke behind him.

Uh oh.
Spotted!

He spun around on the heels of his shoes, coming face-to-face with a mane of red hair that could only belong to one man in Mondstadt.

“Oh, good afternoon Master Diluc!” Venti smiled politely, hoping he didn’t look guilty. Not that he was, yet.

“May I ask what you’re doing here?” Diluc looked as if he was currently working, hair tied up tight and sleeves pushed to his elbows. Sweat was beaded on his forehead a bit, no doubt he’d been out in the sun for a while.

“Ah, can’t I stop by to see my favorite bar owner every once in a while?” Venti chirped, hoping to sound innocent enough.

“Of course, but you tend to do so after I open the tavern. It’s 3 o’clock. What did you need from me that you’d come to meet me at my home?” His arms rested on his hips, it made Diluc look sassy, and Venti held back a giggle at it.

“Just your attention.” He smiled.

“You already have enough of it.”

He did? If you asked Venti, he sure didn’t think so. At least, none that he would show Venti.

Diluc finally took note of Venti’s appearance, eyeing him up and down, looking noticeably dirtier. His blouse had been pulled up a bit from under his corset, which the strings had been untied loosely. His stark white stockings wrinkled and stained with dirt. The boy had an aura of helplessness akin to a lost puppy that made Diluc’s protective nature spur a bit. He’s fairly certain it wasn’t intentional on the bard’s part, but mentally he cursed him anyway for making him feel it.

“You’re a mess. Have you been playing in the dirt?” A genuine inquiry, but with his way of speaking, came off a bit rude-sounding.

“Well… Not playing, hehe.. Um, sleeping, rather.” Venti felt a bit embarrassed, hands locked behind his back as his gaze turned away. He knew he should have washed up in the lake. But really, he wasn’t expecting to see the man he quietly-adored so much on his way here. Well… maybe the assumption that he wouldn’t be at his own home was kind of stupid.

“Sleeping?” Diluc took his index finger and thumb and pinched the bridge of his nose, following it with a sigh. Before Venti could try to scamper his way out if this and leave the conversation, Diluc continued.

“Come here.”

“Huh?”

The man grabbed Venti’s wrist and pulled him towards the winery. Diluc took note of how small it was, his whole hand wrapping around it. A nasty thought popped into his head, that he swiftly pushed away.
Venti had wished Diluc has held his hand instead, but hey, it’s a start.

Neither said anything until they reached the heavy wood doors which Diluc opened effortlessly with one hand. Perhaps Venti just wasn’t as strong, but he couldn’t help but think there’s no way he could that himself.
Once inside, Diluc took the smaller man’s beret off his head and placed it on a coat rack.

“Diluc?”

“Take your cape and shoes off and follow me.” Wait, what was he up to? Venti only came here to steal a couple apples and maybe a few grapes if he got lucky, why was he now inside his home being instructed to strip? Okay, that sounded dirtier than it really was, come on Venti.

Instead of questioning, Venti did as he was told. Bending to remove his shoes which he now noticed were a bit caked with mud, then undoing the ribbon holding his cape to set aside on the hanger. Diluc coaxed him towards the stairs, encouraging him to follow with a wave of his hand.

The two walked in silence until they reached a room on the far end of the hallway. Opening the door, it seemed to be a bedroom. The look on Venti’s face must have been noticed, as Diluc felt the need to elaborate, feeling his cheeks warm a bit at any implications he could have accidentally given.

“I have a bathroom connected to my bedroom. You can wash up in inside.” He opened a door connected to his room to reveal, indeed, a spotless private bathroom.

“O-Oh! Wait, are you sure?” He questioned, a bit flustered at the gesture. Nobody had offered such a thing before, most merely jesting at his messy appearance whenever he forgo bathing. He assumed Diluc would have done the same.

“Yes, now come on. Don’t track dirt in my room.” The statement should have sounded curt, but his tone was more… Endearing.
Diluc really offered some homeless drunk to his private bathroom to clean up? Venti had never even been inside the winery before, he wasn’t expecting this to be his first time visiting, especially under these circumstances.

Flicking on the bathroom light, Venti got a good look at the place. The tub was a pearlescent white, adorned with gold handle and faucet. The sink the same, with expensive looking soaps and bottles lining the counter.
He tried to envision Diluc last night in here, amongst the steam… Mind wandering, Venti couldn’t help his hands from reaching toward a pair of deep brown towels hung on a rack beside the sink.

So soft, he thought. Much better than having to air-dry off. It’d be nice to feel.

“You can use anything here you need, I have more than enough.” Diluc gestured towards some bottles near the tub. “This is body wash, this is shampoo and this is conditioner.”

Before Venti could reply, Diluc had begun to set the bath with water.
“Turn the handle left for hot and right for cold. Pull the plunger to drain it, got it?”

“Ah, yeah. Thank you.” He wasn’t even sure what to say. The encounter felt kind of surreal, to be honest. Venti wasn’t even sure Diluc liked him as a person outside of his body, so being invited to use a personal bathroom felt kind of… unexpected.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have any clothes that will fit you, but I’ll bring in some for you to change into anyway. I’ll have the maids wash yours for you. Just set them in the basket there.”

Diluc walked out without waiting for a reply, presumably to grab the clothes, leaving Venti to stare bewildered at the running water beginning to fill the tub.

Venti bit his lip anxiously and began to undress. The strings to his corset were barely tied, which made for an easy getaway. Each button on the blouse popped easily, loose from wear. He slid his shorts off, stepping out of them to then tear away his stockings and underwear, pulled down each lithe leg and finally tossed to the basket. The braids framing his face were almost entirely undone, easily allowing Venti to undo them with his fingers.
Anxiously, he ran a hand over his arm, then his wrists. A bit nervous to step in, but after undressing, he supposed he didn’t have much of a choice.

A tiny foot stepped into the water and recoiled, it was much hotter than expected.
‘I suppose, getting used to freezing cold water found in ravines had me not accustomed to the temperature., he thought. ‘Or, I wonder if this is just the temperature Diluc bathes at.’

Regardless, he forced his body in and dealt with the scalding water. After a moment of adjusting, it no longer felt painfully hot on his cold skin, and instead became pleasant and enticing. He felt his muscles relax, not noticing he had them tensed before. Venti’s eyes darted to a tiny bottle with a label on it.

“Wolfhook bubbles.” he read aloud.

Bubbles? Diluc… he took bubble baths?
The thought made Venti smile.
“Cute…”

Uncapping the bottle and pouring a generous amount into the running water, he watched as it quickly filled the tub with fluffy bubbles. Whens the last time he had taken a bath like this? It felt almost as if…

Almost as if he had a home to come back to.

A voice snapped him out of it, and quickly he recoiled to pull his legs up to his chest and hold them, covering himself.

“I couldn’t find much that would fit you, hopefully this is alright…” Diluc had walked in with a folded white shirt, long enough to act as a nightgown. Venti then remembered he hadn’t closed the door, and mentally scolded himself for undressing already.

Diluc hadn’t noticed either, evidently, by the way his face turned bright red and he looked away.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry. Here are your clothes, I’ll.. leave them here for you.” He quickly set the shirt on the sink and closed the door.

Shit, had Diluc seen him?
He hid his face, placing his chin upon his knees. He really hoped he hadn’t. He didn’t want Diluc to see his body.

Lest he be disappointed.

—————

Diluc, upon shutting the door, simply stood on the other side with his face in his hands. He truthfully didn’t see much, but he felt shameful for even getting a glance without the bard’s permission. Offering his God to stay in his room was enough of a boundary broken between Archon and worshipper, but looking at his nude body was an entirely different sin he couldn’t handle. His heart rate quickened, as he suddenly, horrifically remembered what he had done in the same bathroom last night. Not that Venti would have any way of knowing.

Well, unfortunately for Diluc, Venti did have a way of knowing.

Venti stared at the water, poking bubbles with his finger as he thought.

‘Master Diluc had… touched himself to me here. Ah… this feels… strange.’
‘Would he still do such a thing if he knew about my body?’

As he thought to himself, the sounds he heard last night echoed in his head over and over like a mantra he couldn’t escape from. A hand slid up his leg, mindlessly. It felt wrong. Wrong to hear and wrong to be enticed by it. Venti, drunk and longing, had been aroused by the experience last night, but really too fatigued to do anything about it. After coming to in the afternoon, he felt dirty for hearing it in the first place. Diluc surely had no idea either, he wouldn’t be offering up his bathroom if he had. Still, the desire to feel the steam, hot water and Diluc’s hands remained in his heart, only he did not account for that he would be experiencing this alone. It would be shameful to touch oneself here, and Venti quickly retracted his own hands from his thighs to instead be occupied with palm-fulls of soap.

For once, an innocent inquiry popped into his head.

‘I wonder if… Diluc would take a bath with me.’
‘Would he wash my hair? Scrub my back?’
‘…Would he even want to? … I hope he does.”

Perhaps, next time they’ll get the chance.
Next time, for sure.

——————

Diluc sat at his desk, trying to ignore the embarrassment and negative thoughts that crept to his face and mind. Instead of a petite boy, he found a mound of overdue paperwork looming at him. He dipped his quill pen in ink and began writing. The work was endless and mind-bogglingly boring, but it was an upgrade to at least be at his own home and not stuck inside the tavern. It also gave him something to focus on, trying to ignore any blood rushing to between his legs. A hand coursed through his hair, elbow rested upon the desk. His eyes tirelessly scanning each document, beginning to skip over words and having to re-read the entire sentence over again.
Maybe work was getting to him, maybe the naked twink in the other room was.

A good 20 minutes passed before the sound of a door creaking had him lifting his head up, his eyes to be met with his guest appearing from the bathroom finally. The borrowed oversized white button-down thankfully covering his body down to his knees. Diluc wasn’t sure he’d be able to handle looking at him if he hadn’t been.

The shirt was no doubt too big on him, fitting almost like a dress, sleeves pulled up to accommodate shorter arms. Venti had dried his hair, but it still remained a bit damp and loosely set against his shoulders, free from their usual braids.

Diluc, curse the pervert he is, let his eyes glance down to be greeted with naked pale legs. What caught his attention the most, however, was a tattoo peeking out from under the dress shirt, wrapped around the boy’s thigh. An intricate blue pattern reminding him of delicate lace he’d seen adored on fancy and expensive clothing.

“Thank you for the bath, Master Diluc. The shirt is a bit big, but it’ll do for tonight I think.” Venti’s voice sounded softer, perhaps the warm water and comforting room had put him at ease. Unbeknownst to Diluc, he was also a bit hungover as well, though if he knew he wouldn’t be very surprised to hear.
Venti initially seemed a bit uncomfortable with coming here, and Diluc felt his worry fade knowing Venti now felt safe here at his home.

He wished it was their home.
Wait, fuck.
Diluc swallowed. Keep it together.

“Yeah. Of course. I’ll take your laundry down in a minute, feel free to sit on my bed if you’d like. I just have some paperwork to do here quickly.”

Venti had noticed the gaze lingering towards his legs, and he crossed them out of habit.

“Alright.”

Diluc anxiously cleared his throat.

“So you uh… have tattoos?” Diluc spoke gingerly, the words bringing Venti’s eyes up to meet his. Unsure of where the conversation was about to go.

“I do. I have one here, too.” A tiny finger pointed towards his chest, near his sternum. “They aren’t really tattoos, though, more like.. embellishments, gifted to an Archon.” he elaborated. It was hard to find the right words to explain something a mortal had no concept of.

“Ah. I never knew.” Diluc turned his head away, presumably to focus on his papers, trying not to show any particular interest in the boy’s body underneath his shirt. The lack of attention had rattled Venti’s brain a little bit in frustration. He made a rash decision, words coming out before his mind could even keep up.

Venti hummed, “Would you like to see?”

A pitter-patter of bare feet was heard as the smaller man made his way to the desk Diluc was sitting up at. Diluc had tried to remain a gentleman, not let his curiosity get the better of him, but when offered a peek, how could he say no?

A curious gaze had him turning his head, peering down. Venti had undone a few buttons on his borrowed blouse, revealing his chest.

An equally intricate blue design sat between his chest, faintly appearing to glow. No human body could do such a thing, and Diluc had again realized this was his God he was oogling over. Did the other inhabitants of the other seven nations also feel this way towards their respective Archons? Or really, was he just a freak?

Venti’s tiny hands held the shirt open, exposing his nipples as well. Perked from cold air and pink, Diluc felt his mouth go dry.

Without thinking, truly, without thinking, he reached forward and pressed a calloused hand to the petite chest. The action gave the boy a small shiver, and instinctively pulled away from the touch.

Diluc had seemed to snap out of it, retracting his hand and quickly apologizing.
“Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” his Archon’s voice spoke so soft, “you can touch me if you’d like.” A voice free of judgment.

So he did, leaning forward again to run the burnt tips of his fingers across each line of the mark decorating pale skin. He had imagined what Venti’s skin would feel like, he was sure it would be soft, but he had never realized it would be this soft. His body looked and felt angelic, unreal, even. Diluc was sure this was due to being an Archon, a body so enticing it looked more like a work of art. The statue of Barbatos in the square did the real thing no justice. A burning sensation of pride billowed within him, knowing he now had the pleasure of knowing what their God looked like intimately.
He couldn’t keep his hands away, slowly bringing a second up to grasp at Venti’s side to hold him in place as the other wandered.

Redness crept up onto Venti’s face, blending down his neck to his shoulders and chest. The action not gone unnoticed by Diluc.

One hand lifted up his side, maneuvering up to his face and slid across a pink cheek, thumb swiping and caressing. Venti leaned into the touch, encouraging Diluc’s fingers to slip into blue-black locks of hair and lightly scratch at his scalp.

Just like a cat,he thought. Ironic, considering his allergy.

The action seemed to please Venti, as well as grant him a bit of boldness, as his own two hands left the opening of his blouse and were brought to Diluc’s shoulders to steady himself while he was touched. In an instant, he had managed to climb on to Diluc’s lap, straddling his thighs.
Diluc, with newfound courage as well, took the initiative to grab his hips, hands dangerously close to his ass.

“Bard…” Fingers glided across his back, up his shoulder and to his cheek again. Venti made a noise akin to a purr.
“What are you doing?”

“Sitting. Would you like me to get up?” Although the tone of his voice was flirtatious, Venti would indeed back away if told to.

Diluc thought for a moment, ran through every possible choice he could make, and Diluc decided if he was already doomed for touching himself to his Archon he might as well indulge in his intrusive thoughts anyway. Damn or be damned. Either he does something stupid now, or live with this awkward encounter that lead to nothing for the rest of his life.

He finally spoke his answer.
“No.”

Two big hands reached to grab the smaller man’s face, and leaned in for a kiss.

Venti’s lips were so soft, pushing back gingerly as he let Diluc lead. Tiny hands of his own wrapped around his neck, toying with fluffy red hair tied into his ponytail. A whimper escaped when Diluc had nibbled a bit on his bottom lip without realizing, causing him to pull back. Before he could say anything, before he could apologize, their mouths met again, this time with the other leading. An experimental swipe of his small tongue against Diluc’s mouth had him opening up, entangling his tongue with the other’s. Sucking, licking the entirety of his mouth, tasting every bit of him, ruling him from the inside out. Venti began to mindlessly grind his hips, making Diluc’s hands slide down to grab his ass. The action earned him a whine, allowing their mouths to part briefly.

Dissatisfaction from stopping was evident on the bard’s face, and Diluc had quickly caught on, as he latched his mouth to the side of Venti’s neck. Touching him so gently, his lips almost tickled. His curly hair brushed against his face as he peppered kisses on each inch of skin he could find. An experimental bite was given, which gave Diluc a moan from the man on-top of him in return. Taking it as an okay to continue, his teeth left another set of marks against the junction of his neck. The way Diluc caught his skin and bit made him feel helpless, like a caught animal. The vulnerability made him feel anxious, and before any more movements could be made, his God cried out.

“Ah… Diluc…W-wait! Stop!”
Diluc had already moved away, he had stopped at the first ‘wait’, hands hesitating in their tracks.

Venti spoke up again, hands now resting again on Diluc’s broad shoulders.
“I.. need to tell you something. I may be.. different than you were expecting.”

What? … Oh.

Of course, Diluc had in the back of his horny mind noticed the lack of.. pressure on the thigh that was being straddled. He chalked it up to Venti not being aroused yet, after all Diluc was pretty on edge already, but with the words he had now spoken to him… Gears clicked in his brain.
Venti had now looked away, brows furrowed and his face appearing wary.

“I… we don’t have to… If you don’t want to. I understand if you are uncomfortable with… me.” The guilt struck Diluc’s heart like an arrow. Had he given the impression that he was uncomfortable?

“No, no. Don’t worry. I’m not bothered.”

“Truly, Master Diluc, you don’t have to—“

“Venti.”

His head shot up, looking Diluc in the eyes, worry evident within them.

“I don’t care what you have or don’t have. It makes no difference to me. I’ll take you however you are. You are a beautiful boy, Venti, I’m happy to have you with me.”

If Venti’s face wasn’t red already, it surely was now.

A part of himself he had always been insecure about, something he refuses to tell others so they wouldn’t mistreat him, a part he had even learned to hate.
Diluc was accepting him. Accepting every inch of him. Wasn’t just putting up with it, ignoring it, he wanted that part of him too. He had no asked Diluc to accept him, even expecting the worse outcome of being rejected. It felt a bit humiliating to be this open and heard, but it also meant a lot to him, too.

A sigh left his lips, unsure if it was from relief or happiness.
“Thank you… Master Diluc.”

A smile was given back. “You don’t have to call me that, you know. Just Diluc is fine.”
Ignoring the fact Diluc didn’t really want him to stop, more-so, Diluc wanted to pretend it didn’t turn him on when he was called that. Associating being called his official title of Master at work with… Whatever he had going on here would definitely cause trouble down the line eventually.

Venti, however, could not easily be tricked.

“But it makes you turn red, hehe. And, I’m also fairly certain it makes you hard.” He ground his hips down to get the point across, evidently feeling the impact with a groan escaping the redhead’s mouth.

“That… is a statement I’ll unpack later.” The words earned Diluc a laugh, and he leaned forward to kiss soft lips again.
His hand trailed down to the hem of the blouse, lifting it up and egging the boy to move his arms up to pull over the his head. Now truly exposed, Venti sat naked in his lap. The vulnerability of having your God in your lap helpless… felt dirty. Sacrilegious.

One hand unlatches from Diluc’s shoulder to cover his face, with rough hands feeling up his stomach and inched closer to his pelvis, before stopping.

“May I touch you here?” Diluc asked softly. He wasn’t sure if Venti was entirely uncomfortable having his sex touched, and found it most responsible to ask first.

“Yes, just… Don’t… Don’t stare too much.” Resting his hand back down, his plump lips were caught between teeth as he nervously bit them.

“Okay. I won’t.”
A reassuring kiss was left on his cheek, and Diluc got to work.

Pushing the bard forward a bit so he rested against his chest, encouraging his hips to lean up, Diluc trailed his fingers against the inside of a plump tempting thigh. Inching closer, he found Venti’s sex, already wet and emanating heat. Although initially believing he was not aroused, upon learning of the God’s anatomy and feeling the growing amount of slick across his fingers… made Diluc’s ego grow a bit inflated.
Slowly gliding against the folds, teasing, he had reached his swollen clit, evidently sensitive by the way Venti moaned at the intrusion, hiding his face in the crook of Diluc’s neck. This was done out of embarrassment of being touched, but it also had the unintended effect of letting the man fingering him hear every little sound and whimper right next to his ear. Hot breath stayed tickling his face, testing Diluc’s patience.
As said patience grew thin, he decided to plunge a finger into him, ripping a moan from the smaller man’s throat, catching him off guard.

Venti was tight. Something Diluc expected, yet the feeling was so surreal to finally have. As a thick finger worked him undone, a second was soon added, which had Venti huffing his breath and subconsciously grinding against his hand. Diluc had his fingers up to his knuckles buried inside him, curled and pushing against his walls.

“Diluc…”

“You’re doing so good for me,” He praised, encouraging Venti. “So good.”

The words he spoke were sweet, yet felt filthier than if he hadn’t of been.

With a few more pumps of his fingers, Venti was already squirming quite a bit in his lap. As much as he wouldn’t mind the boy using his hand to cum, he wished to be inserting something else into him if he was being honest.

Retreating his fingers, Venti gave him an annoyed huff as to ask ‘why’d you stop?’

His other hand locked underneath a slender chin, forcing his gaze up. Turquoise green eyes clouded in lust, pupils blown wide, he looked so sweet, so needy, all for Diluc. It wasn’t long before he heard his name sung again.

“Diluc… please..”

Of course, Diluc wasn’t stupid. He knew what was being begged of him, but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in his own fantasies of dominating him entirely. He chose to tease him.

“Please what?” He spoke.

“I want you..” Venti pleaded, rocking his hips again.

An answer worded a way he wasn’t expecting, making his heart beat a little faster.

“Don’t you already have me?” he replied in earnest.

“I mean… I want you, inside me.” Venti’s hand had sometime ago already settled between Diluc’s legs, now lightly squeezing the bulge in his jeans.

“Oh…Alright then.”

Given as the okay to go, Venti proceeded to begin to find and undo Diluc’s belt. Roaring fully with the intent to ride him then and there on his desk chair, only to be stopped before he got the chance. Looking up in confusion, Diluc had a gentle, shy look on his face as he held his hand.

“Wouldn’t you…like to lie down?” he gestured towards the other side of the room with a jerk of his head towards its direction.

Gods, Diluc was so sweet. Wanting to do all the work for him, to praise him. How could he not have stolen the bard’s heart? The feelings he gave him were definitely ballad-worthy. He’d have to write him a song to sing in the tavern for it.

But now, Venti had a private song to sing for Diluc, one he wanted only him to hear.

A head of black hair nodded, giving the man holding him the go.

Gripping under his thighs, Diluc scooped him up into his arms, which were quickly and trembly wrapped around the taller man’s neck at the sudden movement. Treated like a little delicate teacup he was afraid of dropping. It tugged at his weary heart a bit more than it should have. When was the last time he had been touched gently? Having his body worshipped? Being treated like something worth touching?

Set across the mattress Venti laid, the image sultry and tempting like seductive pristine chapel artwork. Placing a hand down near his head, Diluc steadied himself and leaned over the boy. Venti was already fully nude, as Diluc did not have any undergarments small enough to fit his small frame, opting to hope his shirt would be long enough to cover anything that’d tease him.

“I… I want to worship you.” He spoke, gliding a hand down a taut stomach, paying mind to his ribs which poked out when he inhaled.
He looked so small, vulnerable, clearly he must have not been eating well?
Diluc would be sure to let the boy feast soon after. In hindsight, he should have fed him first. But his throbbing cock wouldn’t wait as selfish as it was.

“Go ahead. Show me, Diluc.”

He couldn’t help his thoughts from slipping out.

“You’re beautiful.”

“W-what?” he stammered back.

“Pretty.” A kiss was left on the glowing mark etched across his skin between each breast.

The gesture made Venti’s heart rate quicken, holding the sheets and turning his gaze away.

“I… have not been told such a thing in a long time.”

“Then I’ll be sure to tell you from now on.” Diluc moved up for a quick kiss on the lips. The words may have not carried such a heavy weight to Diluc, but to Venti, it meant everything.

With his belt already undone, he pushed his trousers down to release himself. Fully hard, the size both excited and intimidated Venti. Diluc was right to wonder if he would even fit inside the boy while touching himself. He found himself wondering again, looking at their bodies together.

“You’re… really big. Wow.. I mean, I knew you would be but, um,” Venti stammered, not intending to say as much as he let out.

Diluc smirked, “So you’ve thought about how big I’d be?” he busied himself with grabbing ahold of Venti’s bent legs, sliding his hands under his plump thighs.
His own tiny hands came up to cover his face, eyes looking away from the man between his legs, busy hoisting them up over and around his waist.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he admitted.

The answer took Diluc aback because, no, he hadn’t thought it was obvious Venti liked him. Today’s events were news to him, not that he wasn’t incredibly grateful. Had he really been flirting with him all this time? Had he, too, dreamt about the other? Touched himself to the thought? Thought of Diluc fucking him?
He wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

Inching closer, Diluc sat on his heels as he spread Venti’s legs apart. The action was embarrassing to the latter, evident by his blush and the tilt of his head on the pillow, hair sliding across his shoulders from the movement. Although he was told not to stare, Diluc still couldn’t help to peak a glance. Spread out for him like that, he would hope there would be a second time to this endeavor, one where he’d get to eat his God, too.

He pushed forward, breaching his small cunt with his cock with the force of someone inexperienced. The head made itself in, earning a stifled noise from the sweet thing underneath him. Giving him a moment to breathe, he pushed further into Venti’s tight heat. The feeling was suffocating, it had him wondering if he’d pass out just from the sensation of being gripped like this by the boy’s insides. How long would he last once he started thrusting?

Slowly, he bottomed out to the base inside, letting go of Venti’s thighs to now sit against his hips and hold him close. Diluc’s pubic hair was flush against Venti’s skin, tickling a bit.

“I’m going to move now, alright?” He spoke as forewarning, and to also allow Venti to object if he wasn’t ready.

“Mm.. Go ahead.”

With no objections, he had no reason to hold back.

A quick pull and slam left Venti caught off guard, Diluc had already set a brutal pace. He was inexperienced, each forceful thrust being messy and uncoordinated, pushing hard and quick. Dragging his cock out and quickly slamming back in, Diluc had his own hymn being preformed to him in the form of desperate and needy noises.

“Diluc! Ah..! fuck!”

Face entirely flushed and tears peaking out from the corners of his eyes, Venti was left breathless already from the sheer size of Diluc’s girth. With how gentle he had been up until, he assumed he would take things slow. Not that Venti necessarily wanted him to go slow, or gentle, for that matter, but it still left him unprepared.

“So good. Ah… you’re doing so good for me.”
Fuck, when had Diluc become such a pervert? His praises begun to slip out on their own, feeling the need to not just ruin the boy’s body but love him, too. This was his form of showing his reverence, and Diluc would make sure his God knew how much he loved him. Years of faith that wavered, all to come crashing back as soon as his deity was splayed out for him to touch. The control it gave him made him feel drunk and erratic.

The sweet words had Venti tightening around him, squeezing his cock hard and moaning wantonly.

“Ah..! Daddy, please!”

“Fuck, Venti…You can’t.. say things like that.” he groaned, his grip on slender hips growing tighter. He certainly didn’t expect that, but found himself shamefully even more aroused than before. Surely Venti had said such a thing to tease him, pull at Diluc’s own strings to get him worked up, and well… it worked.
Such a taboo mixed with his own complicated feelings, Diluc felt like there must surely be a special place in hell waiting for him after this.

Venti’s arms reached up to grip at Diluc’s red locks, tugging a bit. His hips jerked on their own, meeting Diluc’s messy thrusts and pushing his cock deeper inside. Each push made his stomach extend, showing the outline of his cock buried deep inside.
Such a small body, he wondered if he could fuck into his cervix.
Would their God bear his children?

The thought made something animalistic turn inside him, leaning down to bite harshly on the poor boy’s neck. The racing thought of ‘Mine, mine, mine’ entangled in his mind endlessly. He wasn’t sure if Venti had other lovers, wether or not someone had recently slept with him, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to make Venti his. He wanted all of Mondstadt to know he claimed their Archon. That Barbatos needed him

Fuck. He was their Archon. Of course Diluc knew, but the thought had once again came at him full force. He had debated to himself wether or not it was sacrilegious to even think such thoughts about their God, regardless of said God preaching the freedom to due as one pleased. It gave him immense shame, guilt, made him feel even dirtier, shamed him from his worship he was raised to serve. His first crush, his first sexual feelings, they were all for a holy being, revered by his nation. It wasn’t normal, and it further made Diluc struggle to accept his budding sexuality. The thought was also, extremely erotic.
Seeing this, feeling this, he couldn’t help but think it felt right. It felt right to be with Venti. It felt right for this to be his first time, his first sexual encounter. Prior to this, he wasn’t sure if he even had the courage to be initiating sex, figuring he would be too clumsy and nervous to properly lead a dominating role that he desired to preform. But as he went on with Venti, kissed and felt him, it felt as if it came naturally to him. A protective, dominant nature he blossomed right into. He was meant to serve his Lord’s every wish. After his years of absence from his home land, those years of abstaining from religion, he returned only to be fucking the air out of the Wind God upon request.

Venti was so needy, so cute, so pretty. The way his chest heaved up and down, his nipples erect and swollen; his thighs trembling as Diluc’s pounds shook them… It felt unreal. The sweet noises Diluc had managed to coax out the boy, he rutted against him like an animal.

“So cute…You’re so cute.” The words came out of his mouth without realizing. Almost unsure if he had actually said them.

Through his mind-fog, the uttered phrase he heard in return made him theorize, that night alone in his bathroom, touching himself in the shower, maybe the words he believed he had imagined had been real.

I’m glad you feel the same way.

Diluc’s grip tightened, surely hard enough to bruise. The marks he’d leave would be dark in the morning to come. A few final moans of each other’s names, Venti whining and begging to come. Diluc bent down to whisper near his ear,

“Finish for me.”

It wasn’t long before he spilt deep inside him, feeling Venti’s own orgasm shake through his tiny body as well.

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Warm. It felt warm.

Venti had come to in Diluc’s arms, lying with his head against his chest. He wasn’t even aware he had blacked out, a bit embarrassed as surely Diluc would have had to notice.

“How are you feeling?” A hand combed through his messy short hair, rubbing his head in a comforting motion.

“Mm.. Tired. And thoroughly fucked out.”
Diluc huffed a laugh upon hearing it and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

Venti had smiled at the gesture, leaning forward to reciprocate, but only able to kiss his clothed chest.

“Mm.. Diluc, you never took off your clothes.” he stated, accusatory.

“This was about you, wasn’t it? To make you feel good. I didn’t think I’d need to take them off to please you.” He would have undressed if told, yet the thought had slipped his mind entirely honestly.

“Hmm, I suppose. You’ll just have to undress for me next time.” Diluc felt Venti smirk into his chest.

“Next time? Would you… be okay with having a next time?” he asked, unsure if this conversation was even real. After all, Maybe Diluc fell hit his head too hard in the shower and this was some sort of.. elaborate wet dream.
The warm body pressed up against him had him believing otherwise, though.

“As long as you’ll have me, Diluc.” His chest was hugged tighter as the response was spoken, muffled a bit.

“Venti?”

He perked his head up.

“Yes?”

“Did you… mean what you said to me?” he inquired.

Racking his brain, it seems Venti wasn’t quite sure what Diluc meant. He had said lots of things to him, he would seriously have to be more specific than that.

The confusion seemed to be visible on his face, as Diluc began to reiterate.
“You um.. Said ‘I love you.’”

Oh.
Oh. Shit.
He had let that slip, hadn’t he? Curse his sentimental heart. He really hoped he hadn’t made this awkward, now.
Well, he wouldn’t be able to worm his way out of this, so confessing to it seemed to be the best option.

“Is it okay if I do?”

Diluc peered down at Venti, hair messy, face flushed, looking entirely undone. His tiny arms wrapped around his body like a giant teddy bear, he was just so damn cute. Diluc was fucked, eternally.

“More than. In fact, if its okay with you,” he maneuvered Venti over onto his chest completely, now lying atop him. “I’d like to love you, too.”

A giggle. One he’s heard so many times in the bar, one across the counter as he kicked his feet and smiled at Diluc. One he’d heard after being the subject to teasing, or after a particularly bad joke. One he’d hear towards acquaintances of the bard, wishing it was him in their place. It was his favorite sound, one he loved to hear. This time, however, it was beside him in his bed, just as he longed for each night. Underneath his sheets, holding him close enough to feel his heartbeat.

“That’s all I could ever ask for.” Venti smiled, closing his eyes and letting his lashes rest upon his plump cheeks.
A thumb traced over it, one warm and calloused.

Diluc no longer needed to pray. Every prayer had been answered. Instead of praying to his God, he now could sit on his knees and worship.