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It really shouldn’t have been that difficult of a problem for him to solve, really. Well, he still wasn’t even sure if it was really a “problem” per se. It was more of a stupid desire born from a fleeting thought that should never have become more than just that, a thought.
Yet here he was, having this mere thought cause him to trip up in ways he never had before. From spilling experiments to losing three of his precious subjects because of minor missteps in his work. And boy, it was not cheap getting humans to experiment on, far from ethical at that but Dottore had long since abandoned “ethics”.
Really what was it about this thought that had him so all-consumed to the point he was fucking up at astronomical rates? Was it the person? The environment? The mood? Maybe his mind was right to fixate on this. There were so many open-ended questions swimming around in the abyss of his mind that he needed to figure this out, lest his work suffers.
But first, he needs to answer the question of “how.” How could he possibly talk the traveler into allowing him to sit in his lap? Just the thought of it made him feel irritated. Why did he want this so bad? No, he can’t think of that yet, he needs to think of how.
He could kidnap him, maybe even drug him up a bit so he won't remember a thing. At least then Dottore would save himself the embarrassment of doing something so, so low; for him at least. Had he not grown so fond of the boy maybe he just might have done that.
God, it made Dottore sick, these feelings of his. He worked hard trying to figure out a way to turn off such menial things and it had worked to some degree but these kinds of feelings he could never quite figure these out. After all, it was human nature to desire something, though Dottore would much rather be something of creation than a man of flesh and bones.
How bad could it possibly be to just ask? Sure it was embarrassing and not expected from a harbinger with his status but, what other option was there to do? Just walk in and take a seat the next time he happens to see Aether sitting around? That in itself was a rare occurrence.
Dottore graned and rubbed his eyes under his mask. Maybe he could send a clone to do his dirty work of asking for him, but then that would make him a coward, and well Dottore was no coward.
So, he came up with a game plan.
Next time he found himself alone with the traveler he would make some excuse, probably throw Childe under the bus or something, he was an easy target. He would make up some story about Childe talking about this “lap-sitting deal” and how Dottore should “partake in to let off some steam.” As much as he wished to predict the outcome of this situation he just couldn’t, the traveler was too unpredictable for him to read like that. So, he had no other choice than to dive in head first the next chance he got.
So that's what he did. He had managed to find himself alone with the traveler for a change, not even his pest of a flying companion around to derail him from his plan.
“So traveler,” he started cut by the man in question insisting Dottore call him by his name. “So, Aether,“ he started again adding emphasis to the name, “recently that Childe had brought something up to me and it's been bothering me, so I wanted to gather your input on it.” Aether looked at him clearly confused about what could possibly have Dottore himself asking him for advice, reasonably so.
“What’s up?” Dottore groaned in his mind, wishing he could go back to 30 seconds ago when he hadn't started this conversation.
“See Childe brought up this thing called ‘lap sitting’ and I had only ever observed it as something that children do with their parents, however according to the twit anyone can do it.” He paused straightening the collar of his shirt. “And enjoy it.” if Dottore had ever felt anything akin to shame, this was it.
“Oh,” Aether spoke sending the feeling of ants crawling around under Dottores skin. He was, uncomfortable? No, it was something more complex than that, he couldn’t put his finger on it. “Yeah, it's good stuff I can see why Childe would recommend it. The weight of another person on top of you can be quite calming, to me at least” Dottore definitely hadn't thought he would go along with the conversation quite as easily. Had he had this conversation with any of his coworkers well, he would never hear the end of it.
Dottore hummed for a second bringing a hand up to grip his chin acting as if he were deep in thought as if he hadn’t thought about this conversation for weeks prior to it actually happening. “I just don’t think I would enjoy being sat on.” The statement was true just as much as it was bait to get the traveler to speak openly about his preference.
“You could try sitting on me instead.” Dottore’s gaze snapped to the other man. Aether looked more in shock that he said that than Dottore himself had; as if he hadn’t fully thought the sentence through before it left his mouth. This observation was confirmed by the boy's hand flying to cover his own mouth.
This conversation was already going nowhere near how he imagined it would. And now this variable had just been tossed out there like that. Unheard of. Dottore really wished he could study the traveler's unpredictability closer.
Dottore cleared his throat before speaking, “wouldn't that be low for me to do, I'm a harbinger I have a reputation.” Dottore didn’t give a rat's ass about his reputation but he had a role to play right now. “I’ll have you know I would never stoop so low as to submit into sitting on someone's lap.” He crossed his arms over his chest before adding quietly, “Plus I'm rather large wouldn't that hurt.”
Aether straightened himself looking away as he spoke into his fist, too embarrassed to look at the man as he spoke. “Well, I heard it feels quite powerful to be on top of someone like that.” Dottore was thrown for a loop.
The boy straightened himself up and crossed his arms over his chest mirroring Dottore. “It’s a shame you wouldn't want to try it though, isn't that what you want,” he paused leaning into Dottore's space slightly. “To have power over me.”
Dottore leaned back a bit a chill running down his spine at the tone in the Aethers's voice. Something about the way he spoke burned that desire deeper into his body. It was more than just a desire now, he could practically feel the way his legs would feel pressed on either side of the boy's hips. He ached for that feeling.
“Well, when you put it that way who am I to decline a research opportunity.” Dottore had experienced horrors unknown to man but none of that ever made him feel as uneasy as he did now.
Now, here he was, standing in a room full of furniture reminiscent of that of many nations across teyvat having just been sucked into some type of device that was disguised as a teapot. Dottore needed to get his hands on it at some point because its mere existence is something in need of observation.
But there were bigger issues at hand right now, like the traveler striding confidently across the room and taking a seat on the couch. His open posture radiated energy that had a feeling of warm interest pooling in his gut. But Dottore was no coward so he approached the boy doing his best not to draw attention to his shaky legs as he kneeled on either side of his lap. He hovered there much too afraid to put his full weight onto the smaller man. God, from this angle he could really see how much bigger he was than the boy beneath him.
Aether's hands on his waist startled him, the contact was followed by the force of Dottore being pulled down to sit his full weight on the boy. He had never been more grateful than he was right now for the mask covering his face because if anyone were to ever see his face heat up the way it just had, he would have to kill them.
“I'm not glass doctor I won't break,” Aether spoke, teasing. “I can handle all of you.” Dottore was going to go mad at this rate. Where had this come from, he was not used to the boy speaking quite this much, let alone in such a manner as to fluster him. Dottore was irritated, nothing going on made sense to him and it was driving him up the wall.
“Relax, there's no one here but us.” He felt Aether's fingers spread out on his back. Dottore leaned back a bit arms coming to rest over his chest again.
“I am relaxed,” he lied, “If anything boy, you should be uneasy, are you aware of how many lives I have taken? Doesn’t it upset you?” He grunted thinking he had just made some groundbreaking point. He shifted in his seat the feeling of the boy's crotch pressed so tightly to his had him aching.
It had just donned on him how turned on he was, how could he have ignored this variable? He never once stopped in his whole endeavor to consider that as a possibility.
Aether rolled his hips up into Dottore, spurred on by a bout of confidence. “I’m no boy you know, you know good and well I'm a man.” He spoke digging the tips of his fingers into Dottores waist. A chill ran down Dottores spine, It was almost infuriating how much of a reaction Aether was getting out of him. It was pathetic. He wanted more.
“Plus, you’re the one in control here,” Aether paused reaching an arm up to grab onto the collar around his neck pulling his chest flush against his own. “Aren’t you?” Dottore whined, it was a strangled pathetic sound ripped from him without a warning. He hated it.
This is nowhere near what he had imagined the outcome to be, he didn’t care. So, he did what he assumed any normal person would have done, he kissed him.
It was awkward and his mask was shoved up and to the side, but aether kissed back. There was an unfamiliar thumping in his chest drumming just loud enough to echo in his ears. It was a feeling he'd only ever known when gazing upon weapons of mass destruction. What was it? He wasn't sure
He craved it, wanted it to consume every fiber of his being; body, and worthless soul.
Dottore was the first to break away. Hastily retreating to pull his mask back down to cover his face. He would never admit it but the article was somewhat of a crutch to him, providing a barrier between him and the world around him, a safety blanket. He pressed his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat wiping away any trance of saliva that be left as proof of the current events.
"Well. I quite think that's enough." His voice was hoarse, and archons was he wet but he needed to escape, lest he does something unbecoming of him. He moved to stand up ready to find a way out of this place himself, but he was held down by the grip on his collar.
"Where are you getting off to in such a hurry? Stay, let's talk. Or we could do something more." The invitation was punctuated by the feeling of Aether's hand sliding up to cup his jaw, his thumb gliding over the rough area of his cheek under his mask.
"We have nothing to discuss." Dottore was sharp, words forming a hard point as he looked away, moving his head slightly away from the grip on his face. He didn't like the way it made his skin tingle or how that annoying thumping picked up again; this time accompanied by a white-hot ache deep within his core. He wanted to cut himself open and bottle this feeling up so he could study it later.
"Mmm, if it was nothing then why did you do it, Doctor?" Dottore scowled, he loathed the way his flesh burned in the aftermath of being called out on his actions. He'd been under many scrutinies before but none had ever made him feel so watched, not even in the eyes of the gods.
Before he could register the feeling, the hand once occupying space along the border of his face had slid to the back of his head. It popped the snap of his mask and he stared wide-eyed as it fell into the space between them. Dottore was not a man to be seen without a mask. He instinctively reached for a blade hidden just out of reach to anyone unsuspecting.
He moved quickly, pressing his knife to the skin of Aether's neck. The tension of the blade on his skin made it dip slightly, ready to carve its way into him at any moment. Aether swallowed. Dottore's gaze was fire red and Aether had never seen such a genuine expression of pure rage.
Dottore was fuming, breathing heavily as he stared at the unbothered face belonging to the man beneath him. Aether just stared in awe. Dottore had these sharp red eyes, they were beautiful and so expressive. He wondered how someone who obviously knew how to say so much with a glance came to hide from the world. Dottore’s chest heaved, his brain was a scramble of thoughts and actions none of which made a bit of sense to him.
"Don't look at me, why are you looking at me, you should be afraid of me." His voice broke in a way it hadn't in years. "Why aren't you afraid of me?"
Aether smiled gently up at him, tilting his head back to expose more of his neck. "you're beautiful." The tension of his skin caused the knife at his neck to draw a small bead of blood. Dottore stared in shock as it trailed its way down the edge of his blade before dropping off the end and soaking into the scarf he wore around his neck. The entire time Aether's hand never moved from the grip it had on the back of Dottore's hair.
"You can relax, you're still in control here." Aether's hand rubbed soothing circles on the back of Dottore's scalp. Goosebumps broke out across his skin and he hated having a reaction to such a small gesture. He leaned into it.
His shoulders dropped as he relaxed. He withdrew his blade and tossed it gently to the floor, he wouldn't need it. The hand at the back of his head guided him down, soft lips found their place on Dottore’s. He hated this, hated the way he leaned in so willingly, hated how he let his lips slot together with the blonds.
But he needed it. Needed to feel his lips on every surface of his skin. Maybe he even wanted it, he would never admit that out loud, not even to save his own life. He rolled his hips down against Aethers, he was hard. Dottore could feel it. The way it rubbed against him sent waves of filthy pleasure coursing through his body. It was disgusting the way he was giving himself up.
He let himself be guided after that, following as Aether lead him to lie down on the couch. Aether was now above him trailing soft kisses across scarred skin as if it was hand-crafted by the gods themselves. What a shame for it to be a product of a monster like him. Dottore had never felt so small before.
Dottore’s own hands finally reached out to the other man, allowing himself for the first time that night to lay his hands on him. They found their way into shiny locks of golden hair, they were curious at first. Testing the way the stands felt against his fingertips, reveling in the silky smooth feeling of it as it slid across the pads of his fingers and fell loosely to frame his face again.
Next, he tugged at the hair earning a groan from Aether as he slid his teeth across the smooth skin of his neck. He was unsure of if it was good or bad but he wanted to do it again. So he did. This simple action had Aether thrusting his hips forward to grind harshly into Dottore’s cunt. The way the cloth of Dottore’s boxers slid against him was filthy, he wanted them gone.
“God, I need you.” Dottore had never heard words filled with so much desperation, even when it was people begging him to spare their meaningless lives. It drove him mad. Aether was quick in his efforts to remove Dottore’s clothes. Having given up figuring out how to get him out of his shirt and harness and moving on to work his pants down his thighs instead.
The crotch of his boxers clung to his pussy as they were peeled away from his body. A string of wet arousal connected them as aether took in sight beneath him. Dottore’s hair had splayed out around his head in a tangled mess of ice blue, nipples just peeking out of his shirt where it lay open on his chest framed beautifully by scar tissue. The scars on his chest are a testament to his craftsmanship in producing the perfect version of himself.
But the best part of it all was the pretty pink pussy glistening in the soft light of Aether’s home. Aether kissed him again, this time it was hungry and oh-so needy as he worked his own pants down to the best of his ability. It was sloppy and practically all teeth but the moment he finally freed himself from the cage that was his clothing he groaned.
He scooted up on the couch so his thighs were pressed tight behind Dottore’s as he thrust forward letting his cock glide over Dottore’s clit. A deep sound bloomed from the man beneath him as he dug sharp teeth into Aether's bottom lip. Dottore was done thinking, he had long since abandoned the tool he swore he’d never let himself disregard; his brain. He threw all logic to the wind and just let his body move in whatever way felt right.
And it felt right, but it also felt so wrong.
Never once in his life had he ever felt this pull in his groin, almost as if his body wanted to open up and consume Aether in his entirety. He needed him inside.
So, Dottore spoke a word he’d not dare utter in a long time. “Please.” He begged, pushing his hips up to rub himself against Aether's cock. “Take me already,” He would be embarrassed if he knew how; begging like some bitch in heat. But it just felt so right. He needed to offer himself to the man above him. It was illogical this want, this need to submit. He had never felt such a primal urge in his life, compelling him to give himself to the traveler; body and useless soul.
Aether took his time lazily thrusting as he felt the slide of Dottores clit against the head of his cock, it was maddening. He listened while Dottore whined, watching while he desperately clenched around nothing.
Finally, he drew his hips back one last time before letting himself slide into Dottore’s tight heat. They both groaned in relief. Dottore was needy as he wiggled his hips encouraging Aether to sink into him fully.
Dottore longed for his mask to cover his face again, the shame he felt was unbearable and there wasn't a single thing left for him to hide behind. Just maybe if he had the ability to he would cry. It was all so much. He settled for bringing his hands up to cover his face. He could feel the warmth of his flushed skin beneath his fingertips. He dreads the way he must look right now.
Aether’s thrusts were slow, each one pressing deep inside of him. Dottore felt, he wasn’t really sure how he felt, really. He was much too used to feeling nothing but irritation and an overwhelming distaste for everything he came across in his meaningless life. He felt, full, that’s for sure.
Beyond that, he couldn't quite figure out what this feeling was inside of him. No words left his mouth but something inside of him called out for the man above him. He couldn’t bring himself to spare a single glance at him. But, Aether wouldn’t accept that. The feeling of a hand grabbing one of his own startled him. Aether moved the hand away from Dottores face, never once stuttering in his movements.
Dottore moaned, for the first time that night, he moaned.
Aether let out a short breath, a puff of a laugh as he brought the hand up to his face and pressed Dottore’s wrist to his lips.
“Eyes on me, I want you to remember this.” Dottore just nodded, he had long since submitted to the man above him. ‘ You have all of the control here my ass’ he thought to himself before having his whole train of thought derailed by the sudden increase in pace.
He gasped out a strangled sound as he threw his head back, he arched his back in pleasure as Aether set a brutal pace pounding into the man below him as if he would soon drop dead had he not fucked this man until he became a puddle of filth and sex beneath him.
Dottore peeked an eye open to a halo of warm light that framed the traveler, reflecting off of golden stands of hair like the glittering sands of the Sumerian deserts. It felt like home. Dottore’s eyes were drawn to the thin line on his neck that had been etched into his skin by the razor-sharp blade of his knife. What little blood that had been there had long since dried and crusted over. He knew it wouldn’t scar, be he almost wished it would.
The longer he stared the more he wanted to lean into his neck and take in the coppery smell of his blood, maybe even drag his tongue along the cut consuming a bit of Aether to keep within his mind for eternity. He wanted to carve his name into Aether's pretty smooth skin and claim him as his property proudly for everyone to see. But he couldn’t, he would sooner lose the very thing he wished to hold onto were he to do so.
His attention was finally torn away from the wound on Aether's neck by the man ducking down to tuck his head deep into the side of Dottore’s own neck. His breathing was heavy and breathless, each puff of air that ghosted across his ear leaving him with a soft whine. It turned him on.
Dottore felt himself clench around Aether’s length, this earned a groan followed by a harsh bite to Dottores earlobe. That one action causes a chain reaction of rough grips on smooth skin and bites hard enough to bruise. The best of it all was when Dottore yanked hard at the braid in Aether's hair causing him to halt his movements as his head was yanked back tearing a loud moan from the smaller man.
This left Dottore with the opening he needed, he slid his tongue along the wound on his neck eyes almost rolling back as he tasted the dried blood there. He couldn’t help himself he needed to taste it. It was much different from fresh blood, not that Dottore’s going around consuming blood for the hell of it, but it was Aether; that's all he wanted.
Aether didn’t even think anything of the contact just assumed it was a part of the rough needy display they had put on for each other. He even leaned into the feeling of Dottore’s mouth on him.
The feeling of Dottore’s sharp teeth ghosting along the skin of his neck set off that pull in his groin that was oh-so telling of how close he was. Dottore could feel it as well, there was this inescapable feeling inside of him drawing up tight. It had him clenching around the length inside of his legs beginning to shake from the build-up of pleasure.
This feeling of impending doom washed over him, no it wasn't doom, it was this intense feeling of pleasure he’d never felt before. It had his heart racing in anticipation as he felt it approaching.
Suddenly, like a drop of water causing a glass of carefully balanced water to overflow, it broke. Dottore’s body tensed up before waves of that same intense pleasure he felt building before came crashing down on him causing his body to involuntarily convulse.
His legs shook with a jerking force as he drew them up to circle around Aether's waist. He held him there, locking his hips in place as he pulsated around his cock. Everything was pulsing, even his head. He choked a broken dry sob into Aether's neck.
Aether let Dottore cling to him, obediently staying still while he let the man ride out his high. When he felt the man beneath him calm down he moved again. Slowly working back to a harsh pace chasing his own release. He didn’t want to take too long for fear that overstimulation would cause the older man pain. He hung his head between his shoulders letting all of his focus go into the movements of his hips.
Dottore’s pussy was red and abused. Aether could just bearly see it where it was stretched around him. He watched in awe as he fucked into the man. The sight of Dottore taking him so well despite ing so obviously overstimulated pushed him over the edge.
He moved to pull out just before his release but Dottores legs were back around his waist, holding him in place as he came buried deep inside of the man. Dottore hummed in satisfaction as he felt bursts of warm cum fill him. He needed so desperately to absorb every aspect of the traveler as he could.
“Fuck, t-ttore,” Aether breathed as he lay on his chest. He let himself slide out of Dottore then, a small stream of cum dripped out of the man. Dottore felt the warm liquid pooling out of him, he didn’t care, he had a feeling he could be filled like this again.
This entire ordeal was stupid. Dottore figured he would never make sense of it all, how in the ever-loving hell did a supposedly fleeting thought, a stupid desire, turn into this? Nothing made sense to him anymore. All logic never would have pointed to this outcome. So how the hell did he end up here? He would need to study this chain of events further.