eggbowl | In my blood...

In my blood...

[everything happened so quickly and so slowly, everything that happened is nothing but a haze in Dohalim’s mind. he isn’t sure what had transpired, all he can think about are the dredged up memories he’d spent so long suppressing, tamped down and never to be brought to light ever again. the despair had overtaken him, distant screams and thoughts of death clouding his thoughts as gleaming, liquid silver splashed into view. all he knew after that was unadulterated rage, wanting nothing more than to banish those with him, and to punish those who were responsible.

trails of blood and carnage followed Dohalim to the palace as he tore through any Renan in his path. they could no longer be trusted. the ideals of coexistence is now nothing but a burned up dream; he now sees their true colours. the Dahnans were not the ones at fault here, he could not blame them. but those who got in his way are pulled away by summoned vines as he continues his warpath.

blood splatters the pristine walls of Autelina Palace, an angry contrast to the calming whites, golds, blues and greens, crimson liquid staining the fresh plants and flowers lined up along the walls. countless times had he been met with Renan resistance, clearly those who are dissidents of his rule. they did not stand for very long. the audacity they had to stand up against a lord like him…

vines rip the doors open to his chambers where Kelzelik and his supporters huddle together, eyes widened to see Dohalim stand before them, rod in hand. words are not exchanged as those same vines wrap themselves around those who’d dare to oppose him, their pleas falling on deaf ears as they slowly squeeze the lives out of them. all, except Kelzelik, one of those who Dohalim had trusted the most. one who seemed to follow his every order, his every suggestion, his every dream for this realm. the blood on Dohalim’s hands are also on his former advisor’s, as he gestures to the men struggling around them]

You did this.

[Dohalim’s voice sounds strange even to him, hoarse and pained. maddened eyes stay on the man, standing unflinching as thorns burst from the vines and through those it’s ensnared. crimson blooms of roses blend with the blood as it drips from the petals as he puts to rest those who had tried to seize his realm.

when Dohalim is finally found, he’s still in his chambers, on his knees, arms wrapped tightly around himself as hands grasp onto his shoulders, his breathing is ragged and erratic]

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[Dohalim's breath hitches at the feeling of gentle fingers brushing against his skin; for some reason, it feels different when it's coming from Zhongli. for the god of the Earth, his hands are surprisingly soft, yet strong like his element. there's an almost resonance he can feel, under those fingertips, and along the path drawn along his body. he lets out a shiver in turn, eyes dipping half closed as he lets himself feel]

Hm... Maybe so, but are you really going to make me wait in anticipation? Do not think I don't know what you are doing.

[not that he minds, of course. he can be patient]

You misunderstand me. When have I gotten a chance to truly feel you like this, hm?

[there's a soft laugh there, warm and easy. the temptation to show him true resonance is there, but... better he wait for another time, with that. he has plenty with which to overwhelm the Renan, if he so chooses.]

You were the one who said you wished me to touch you, weren't you? Perhaps you misspoke somewhat?

[but it's clear he isn't trying to drag things out or overwhelm him, honestly. soft lips press to dark skin in reverent attention, and it feels like it's been so long since they spoke with Rukkhadevata. to have this only hours later, in mutual relief and devotion... there is a part of him that worries it will all fall apart, still. that fear, the thought that this might be the only time he gets to memorise this man's body, keeps him at this same pace, unless Dohalim gives a reason to hurry.]

Had I known you would take your time like this...

[not that Dohalim really minds, in the end. arms come up to wrap around the back of Zhongli's neck to pull him in even closer, wanting more of that contact, wanting more of him. the lips and touches aren't enough, but he'll acquiesce for the time being. eyes slip closed as he just lets himself feel the deity's presence, a small smile on his face at the energy between them.

like Zhongli, Dohalim also has that same worry, the worry that this will all be taken away from him. if not by his own people (who, at this point, are probably starting to realise that Zhongli's imperative to Dohalim's sanity), but by the corruption. he... doesn't want to push the deity away, he doesn't want to be left alone again. but the fear is there, and it's a terrifying thought and possible reality if he slips.

the thought alone is enough for his arms to tighten ever so slightly, suddenly worried that Zhongli will slip from his grasp, that he'll open his eyes and the man will be gone. that this is just another dream, and that he'll wake up from it]

You have full approval to punish me if I don't provide well enough, baobei.

[there's a little laugh to the words as he speaks them, peppering kisses and touches as he works to free the other man from the confines of his clothes. once there's more space to share contact, he's quick to pull Dohalim closer, to let him feel the transitions where bare skin and scale meet. truthfully, he'd like to strip himself too, but for now it's better this way. probably.

one hand comes to rest over the redhead's heart, and his weight shifts so that he can press their mouths together.]

I truly will never get tired of the way you taste.

[his voice is a huff of laughter, hands cradling the Renan's face for more kisses before he moves downward again.]

[a hand is pressed against his chest, over his heart, and Dohalim can't help but move his own to rest on top of it, thumb rubbing along warm skin. his other, as he loosens his arm around Zhongli's neck, gently slide along his shoulder, down his arm, and back up his spine. those scales are still so unbelievably smooth that he almost misses where scales and skin meet. it feels so far from being draconic, or so he would think, and he half expected them to feel cool to the touch.

at the kiss, and Zhongli's words, Dohalim smiles softly, truly feeling content. his worries are whisked away for the moment, that empty space being filled with the deity's warmth and affection]

The feeling is mutual. You taste like the rarest and sweetest tea any man has ever cultivated.

[There's a pleasant shiver that ripples through him when Dohalim's fingers slide over his arm and back up from the base of his spine; his tail shifts to follow the motion for just a moment. It sees his smile broaden a little, lazy and warm, and for a brief moment, that's more than enough.

Dohalim speaks so sweetly of him too, and Zhongli can't help but duck his head slightly, pressing his mouth to the other's jaw and neck.]

You flatter me, Dohalim... but... [finally, he lets himself shift a little, pressing himself against the Renan as teeth - sharp and precise - nip at an earlobe before it's soothed by that tapered tongue.] If you would indulge me, I would love to taste the rest of you.

[He knows the man will, but there's something sweet about having him ask for it - a reminder that this is Zhongli's choice, that it isn't influenced by any outside sources.]

[Dohalim tilts his head back, humming softly at the lips trailing along his jaw and neck, before another breath hitches at the nip against his earlobe. he hadn't realised how much of a an erogenous area that was until Zhongli had given it some attention with sharpened teeth. he almost has to wonder what they would feel like on other parts of him.

hands come up to brush against the deity's jaw, before gently lifting his head up to look into his eyes; they're different than usual, yet still so familiar and warm. thumbs brush against soft lips; Dohalim nods]

I cannot say no, not when you're so alluring like this.

[he can feel himself getting aroused by the simple attention Zhongli is giving him, knowing well that this is the other man's intention. and while he's bedded with others, for some reason, he's feeling a little more bashful, shown by the faint flush on his cheeks]

Ah, there are times you would deny me, though?

[lips brush back against the thumbs grazing over them as Zhongli speaks, amusement in his gaze. he doesn't think the other could, if he asked earnestly. it's somehow comforting to watch him flush this way, to see how much his presence affects the Renan.]

But far be it from me to complain.

[pulling one of those thumbs between his lips for a short moment, Zhongli peppers kisses and nips down the redhead's torso, never spending too much time in one place. his hands shift to slide over thighs, bared from his earlier efforts, nails scraping gently along the insides of them and up toward his arousal.

it's a departure from the earlier slow, deliberate movements. greedy, warm, careful but lacking the soft reverence from before, the deity's hands dip and press to elicit any reaction they can manage, all while he lowers down toward the Renan's hips.]

I... I don't I can deny you. I don't want to.

[Dohalim's voice is soft as he leans his head back, eyes slipping closed once more. if he'd been told several weeks ago that he would find himself so attached to the deity, or that Zhongli was a deity to begin with, Dohalim would have thought it a grandiose idea, albeit an entertaining one. but to be so enraptured by this man, this being, to feel the fiery path left along his skin as lips and teeth trail further and further down, to want him not only physically, but emotionally as well... even after all that had happened, he supposes this is the silver lining.

would it be so bad to let himself be selfish to want this? Dohalim isn't so sure. but he can't deny Zhongli, nor can he deny himself at this point. not when he grows even more aroused by Zhongli's hands alone. perhaps, he has to wonder, he wanted the deity all along, even through the corruption's possessiveness for him. maybe, through that darkness and taint, was an ounce of truth to his feelings]

Ah... Zhongli...

[his voice is still soft, a hand coming up to press the back of it against his own mouth, as if to try to stifle any other sounds that manage to slip out]

[it is a feeling he's unused to. something real, that digs itself deeper than Zhongli had ever thought to want for. over the short time they've been here, all the mistakes they've made, it's been clear enough - long before he'd spoken those words, before he made a contract so poorly balanced in his own measure, this was where he wanted to be. still, it's surreal somehow, letting himself have something, anything.

selfishness is almost uncomfortably easy, balanced just a hair's breadth above possessiveness and demand, the thinnest veil to keep corruption at bay for the deity. and in that moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest, the movement to quiet himself in his want...]

Just relax, and I will take care of you. There is no need to hold back.

[that's a promise that goes well beyond this bed, this moment. it's echoed in the gentle movement of fingers, kneading into his thighs in reassurance as much as addictive want. again, it's echoed in the way his mouth moves, memorising the hills and valleys of Dohalim's stomach, the curve of his iliac crest and inner thigh.

he doesn't tease overlong, though, not when he wants so desperately to taste him. even if it isn't new, it's so much sweeter without the corruption latching on to every movement the Renan makes; it will be new for him, too, when the soft taper of his tongue slides up from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, pressing against the underside when it reaches the head.]

[to add to all of the other strange, but welcome feelings, Zhongli's tongue sends shivers up Dohalim's spine. it's such an unfamiliar shape, but the wet heat almost makes him react instinctively, wanting to buck his hips up into the deity's mouth, to push all of himself past those lips. but, by some miracle, he does managed to stop himself from doing so, a muffled moan slipping past his hand as he presses it more against his mouth.

relax, Zhongli tells him, but it's easier said than done. how can he relax when he's so very much turned on, and that the deity is planning on doing more to rile him up? he knows the other won't leave it at this, now that he's down there; the thought of that fascinating tongue doing more things to his cock only makes it harder.

yes, there is no relaxing at this point. so Dohalim supposes he should, at least, enjoy the show. pushing himself up on his elbow with his free arm, Dohalim leans against it as he watches, eyes cascading over golden skin and obsidian scales, and a serpentine tongue slowly working him. to have a deity in such a position like this, and of his own will as well...]

[He's mostly operating on greed now. Dohalim tastes wonderful on his tongue, salty and bitter and sweet, and there's an effort taken to not just swallow all of his cock down. Affording himself more tasting instead, his breath ghosts across the head of the other man's cock, tongue pressing against the slit before sliding down to swirl and twist around the first inch or two.

Sinuous as it is, it's easy to coax out reactions from the Renan, and when he pushes himself up to watch? He'll be met with the deity's gaze amid everything else, peering up to watch his expressions change.
He's beautiful no matter how many times Zhongli beholds him...

Ah, and it's a wicked little idea, but he's so cute with his hand muffling his noises; the deity has to wonder what it would take to make him cry out so sweetly. Slowly then, his mouth wraps around the length of his cock, tongue twisting its way downward until the thin tip is wrapped around the base. A free hand reaches up then, cradling his balls and rubbing a thumb over them, squeezing carefully. It's all irreverent and greedy, done while looking up at the younger man with that same intensity of want present in his gaze.]

[it's already a lewd enough act to watch, let alone feel, but for it to be Zhongli, a god of this land, to go down on him in such a way... it's an incredible turn on, if anything. and for amber eyes to lock with his own as that tongue, that inhuman tongue to lap up precum against his cock, before wrapping itself around the length as the deity takes him finally... well, it's a miracle he doesn't cum right then]

Zh-- ah...

[Dohalim bites down on a knuckle of his finger to keep equally lewd sounds back; he can feel a moan bubble up in his chest, but he should keep it down. the last thing he wants is for anyone walking by his room to hear him in the heat of passion, especially in the middle of the day. but a small one does escape him, as Zhongli squeezes his balls, his toes curling and eyebrows knitting together. he really is at the mercy of this man, this god, and Dohalim is quickly finding out that he doesn't mind in the slightest]

[He really wouldn't hesitate to call it addicting, the way Dohalim tastes and sounds around him. One small moan is enough to satisfy for now, enough to get his mind running for later. Later, one day... ah, it's truly indulgent to think of.

Is own moans are soft, muted against the Renan's cock as he works; as before, there isn't much rush really. It seems almost designed to wear him out with the intensity of his building orgasm... which, of course, is largely the intent. After another moment of teasing though, he pulls back with a contented sigh. One finger slides down past his balls to tease his entrance, barely pressing inward as he tilts his head to press lips and teeth to shaft, careful and deliberate.]

Such a good boy... do you want a little more, my lord?

[It's sweetly teasing, almost devious even. Were he not Zhongli, it would be almost scandalous, demanding answers of a lord - since he is, it's more of a cheeky reminder that his position doesn't matter, that he can ask for anything he likes.]

[usually, being referred to by his title by Zhongli would have Dohalim telling him not to, that they're beyond lord and subject. on that same vein, being referred to as a good boy should also elicit some sort of reaction or response, telling the deity that he is not some young lord for him to toy with.

however, as those slitted amber eyes look up at him, breath ghosting along his cock and finger teasing his hole, Dohalim isn't in much of a position to be telling Zhongli what for. in fact, being referred to as his lord in his capacity only serves to turn him on even more; he lets out a soft whine before biting down harder on his finger. his breath comes out in heavy pants, chest heaving as he tries to calm himself down for just a moment, to let everything catch up to him. but gods above does he want more, he wants so much more. he wants to feel every part of Zhongli, his body pressed against his, his own cock in him--]

Y-yes... Yes, I want more... Please...

[he's never sound so wanton with anyone else before, even as the words are spoken around his hand. thighs part just a little more, and he can feel his rim twitching against Zhongli's finger, as if inviting him in. he doesn't break eye contact, not daring to pull his gaze away from the other, not wanting to miss a single moment of this]

Alright.

[one hand slides down to take over for Zhongli's mouth, stroking Dohalim's cock slowly so that he can push himself back up over the Renan's torso. there's no lack of contact, and his other hand grazes over every inch of skin on its way up to his lips, tracing over a cheek first before gently pressing to request entrance.]

Help me wet these, and I shall give you more.

[there's a gentle reverence to the way he watches Dohalim, no smugness or authority to be seen. if the deity is honest, he'd love to have him fully, but that... ah, he's best off keeping to what he knows he can control. his own cock can wait until the man is recovered, when they can find a time and space for themselves.

he knows he'd rather hear every sound from the redhead's mouth then, after all.]

[Dohalim almost tells Zhongli that there's oil in a drawer in the beside table that would probably make things a little easier, but when he feels the digits against his lips, he drops his hand to grasp at the deity's wrist before letting those fingers slip into his mouth. eyes dip half closed as he sucks on them fervently, tongue swirling around in between them. it's almost as if he's done this before, and honestly, maybe he has. though, sometimes, he does prefer to be... handled a little more roughly, this is fine.

what won't be fine, however, is when he finds out Zhongli's planning on holding back a little bit. no, he's already here, he's already keyed up like this that it'll only result in whining and bargaining if the deity denied him. he feels good, but he wants Zhongli to feel good, too. but for now, not knowing of those plans, Dohalim will continue to suck on his fingers, moaning softly around them as he looks up at the other man, lust clouding his eyes]

[it's enough, really, to watch him. that's more than enough of an enjoyment for Zhongli. he's beautiful in his lust, moving without an ounce of hesitation - and far be it from the deity to complain if the Renan has some measure of experience; it makes things easier for him, too.

after a long moment, he pulls his fingers free and leans in to capture his lips again. brief as it is, it's a sweet feeling, and he exhales a soft sigh as he pulls away to slip down his front again. those fingers return to his entrance, pressing gently and moving in little circles, persistent until it slips in past the ring of muscle to stretch his insides. Zhongli's pace keeps in rough tandem with his other hand, the latter interrupted with little kisses peppered over his lover's dick.]

[Zhongli's name slips past Dohalim's lips as he feels the pressure press against his rim, willing himself to relax just enough to let the intrusion inside. it's then that he flops back down onto the bed, before he parts his thighs yet again in a silent need for more. he can only imagine how vulgar he must look at the moment, but right now, Dohalim doesn't seem to care. really, he's so caught up in his own lust, and the attention the deity is giving him that he's sure that if someone were to barge in on them somehow, it would take a moment or two before he notices.

a hand is back up against his mouth as it futilely tries to muffle more of his moans; it's almost impossible now with the small kisses and strokes along his cock, and the fingers pressing and curling in him. he feels hot, almost too hot, a different kind of feverish than what he'd felt the last few days, but it feels... pleasant. all of this does. maybe because he's doing this with Zhongli.

his free hand slides down to grasp at any part of the deity, mainly his hair. he doesn't want to pull on it too hard, but as he balls the dark locks into a fist, he can't help but tug on the tresses. perhaps it's to anchor him somehow, to stop him from floating into a different headspace; he wants to be here and present for every moment. but he just feels so... floaty... like his head is fogged, but in the best way imaginable]

Ah...

[his voice is a breathy sigh as Dohalim murmurs his name, smile drawing over his features. it's as beautiful a sound as the sight of him, thighs spread and body settled into his lust and want. greedy and sweet, and Zhongli truly does wish he could give him everything he deserves. soon...

for now, the deity continues his movements, easing his finger in to the last knuckle before working on the next, adding saliva as needed. if he were planning on anything bigger, he'd definitely need something more, but for now, this is enough to let him gently scissor and curl his fingers. he's not searching deliberately for his prostate at the moment, but he's not really avoiding it either.

a hand slides into his hair and he exhales a noise that's somewhere between a purr and a growl, tongue sliding indulgently up over his length before he pulls back just slightly.]

Do what you like, Dohalim.

[it's probably a preemptive comment, made before Zhongli's mouth wraps around his tip, lapping and sucking as his head bobs.]

[oh, hearing that sound come from Zhongli does things to him as he matches it with another moan. Dohalim isn't sure why he's still trying to stifle his sounds when it's clearly not working anymore, but it's still pressed against his mouth as small whines escape him. at the expressed permission from Zhongli, Dohalim's fingers tighten around the deity's hair, admiring the silkiness of the locks tangled around his fingers.

he can feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach slowly build, and the warmth spreading throughout his body feeling like a raging fire. around those whines his breath comes in heavy huffs; he wants more, he needs more. unconsciously, he presses down on Zhongli's head, wanting more of his cock in that delicious mouth, hips shifting to press more of those fingers in. he really has become so wanton in his lust, hasn't he...]

Zh... Zhongli... I need...

[what is it that he needs? he needs so much of him, he needs the deity's warmth, he needs his body against his, he needs Zhongli to fill all his senses. it's at this moment that Dohalim realises just how much he needs the man, both in the throes of passion, and in general. he's so far deep into this now, that even with the corruption tainting his mind, he simply cannot let go of the god. he doesn't want to]

[Zhongli drinks in every movement, no matter how tiny. His eyes finally flutter to close just before there's a pressure on his head, inching downward over the Renan's cock. Honestly the man has no right to taste as sweet as he does, to draw him into almost whining with such ease.

The realisation of how much he's held back lately hits hard, remnants of Dohalim's touches down his spine and everywhere else flickering through every inch of him now. A needy whine reverberates against Dohalim's cock as the deity buries it in his throat, given before he can even think about stopping it. How long has he wanted this? To have him where the Renan can't blame their contract, can't blame the corruption...

Between his legs his own dick throbs, and the hand that had been stroking his lover's cock presses roughly into it while the other searches more deliberately for his prostate. Tongue and throat coax him along toward orgasm, and there's a faint watery quality to his eyes when he manages to look back up.

cum for me is all but written in that gaze, a sure reminder that Zhongli needs— wants the redhead as much as the reverse. He can ignore the rest, he thinks, as long as he has this. His cock is so hard it aches, but... maybe he's a little nervous to let Dohalim see it, too. After all, with the rest of his body changed, so it is too.]

[as Zhongli's fingers finally reach his prostate, Dohalim lets out a sharp yelp, before melting into a moan. gods, gods it feels so good, everything feels so good. he hasn't enjoyed himself like this in so long, or rather, he hasn't let himself enjoy something like this. but with the deity's serpentine tongue working him, and those fingers stretching and curling in him, how could he not? especially because it's Zhongli...

he wants to cum so badly, but something's holding him back. he isn't sure what, exactly... perhaps he wants more? perhaps he feels this is a little too one sided? he wants Zhongli to feel good, too, and he can't imagine this is satisfying enough on his part. pushing himself back up onto his elbow (and foregoing trying to silence himself at this point), Dohalim looks down at Zhongli, at those eyes that say so much. his own (not that he can tell), are so blown out that his irises almost look like amber eclipses, his lips parted as he tries to catch breath, cheeks flushed pink. oh, but how sinuous he looks in between his legs like this... but he wants more. he wants more of the deity]

I need...

[it's not even a want, now. his entire being is almost burning with need]

I need you in me... Please... Let me offer myself up to you...

[Dohalim doesn't even know where these words are coming from, and if anyone were to hear it out of context, it would almost sound like he's offering himself up as a sacrifice. to be fair, though... it's not too far from the truth, right? to offer himself to a deity, to be used however Zhongli sees fit...]

[they're both so blissfully selfish in that moment, really. Zhongli doesn't want to pull away, but as Dohalim looks at him, begs him so sweetly... ah, he should be good. Keep this up and reassure the man he'll make it up to him later.]

Mmn...

[hesitantly, Zhongli slides upward, his actions easing up a little for that moment.]

Let me— [His voice is deeper now, thick with want as his fingers squeeze down on his own cock. So much for waiting on this...] let me have this, first. Then we can talk about it.

[nuzzling his cheek against his swollen cock, Zhongli licks his lips.]

Don't worry... I'll wait for you to be ready again.

[just being inside him will be relief, even if he has to wait. How can he not? Dohalim is offering himself up so sweetly, and were he not so pressed to drink him down, the deity is sure he'd already be asking about lube or something. The idea of holding back is fading to nothing, faster than he could have imagined. It's no contract, not amid lovers, but it's a promise of sorts. Dohalim will have to try harder to get him to give this up; it might be easier to just give in, of course.]

[Dohalim does take a moment to consider, which is a miracle in and of itself considering that he can barely string a thought together that doesn't include Zhongli absolutely obliterating him. everything feels like such a rush, yet so slow at the same time, and it does take a moment more for Dohalim to concede and nod. fine, he'll accept that, for now. he's not sure how much talking there would be with how desperate he feels, but it's fine for now.

when Zhongli eventually takes his cock again, Dohalim lets out another reedy sound, sinking back down in bed. his hand is still tight around the deity's hair, tugs and pushes gently guiding him up and down his cock. and when those fingers deep in him brush up against his prostate again, he lets out another moan, louder, his back arching. with the promissory note of more than just this, Dohalim can finally let himself be dragged towards an orgasm, the feeling in the pit of his stomach growing more and more, and the raging fire building.

he's not sure what sends him over the edge. is it a single, but precise swipe of fingers against those bundle of nerves? or is it the way Zhongli's mouth and tongue feel along his cock, trying to coax that orgasm out of him? or is it just the idea of more, of being at the mercy of this deity? whatever it is sends a shiver up and down his spine as his body trembles; it all comes as a rush as he chokes out another moan, followed by Zhongli's name, before pushing down on the crown of his head as he cums]

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