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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Mm, no... The flowers cut the bitterness.

[Dohalim's eyes slip half closed, letting more of that drowsy feeling claim a bit more of him. even wanting to hold a conversation, the feeling is all too pleasant, as if he's almost floating, and for once, he actually does want to go to sleep.

tilting his head, Dohalim nuzzles Zhongli's shoulder, letting out another soft hum. yes, perhaps it's time for a bit of sleep; he holds his cup out to the deity to move to the bedside table]

I think... Sleep. I'm ready for sleep.

[It might be a little worrisome to see such strong results, but it is still the middle of the night and he was probably quite exhausted before now. Taking the cup, he reaches to brush the back of his fingers over Dohalim's cheek.]

Yes, that would be best. Lie down, I will join you in a moment.

[He's up just long enough to settle the cup, slipping under the covers and letting his tail shift to rest over the redhead's waist. And follow suit, gently closing the space between them just a little.]

Rest well, Dohalim.

[as Zhongli pulls himself away, Dohalim's already slipping under the covers, curling up against the other as he makes quick work with the cup. he still feels rather floaty, and he does have to wonder if there was anything in that tea that would cause such a reaction, but the drowsiness and everything else starts to mute any other thought other than "must sleep now".

as the deity tucks himself in and pulls him close, Dohalim makes the unconscious decision to move Zhonlgi's tail to get more of the weight on top of him. what he doesn't realise is that by doing so, he manages to tug at said tail, hand gently grasping at it to pull it closer against him. sorry, Zhongli, this is what you're going to have to deal with as Dohalim pulls on it like trying to get more blankets on top of him]

Ah— Dohalim, you needn't—

[gentle as his pulls are, they don't fail to pull a soft moan from the deity as pressure builds at the base of his tail. In an attempt to not react to the sudden pulse of want and need the motion drags upward, Zhongli presses his face into the other's shoulder.]

That isn't a blanket, you know...

[His tail can't freely coil around Dohalim properly, but its heft does curl against the other's body. It's weighty and comforting, tufted end curled away so as not to tickle...]

[Zhongli doesn't get an answer back, nor does Dohalim relent in those tugs. he's too deep in his drowsiness to the point of being half asleep, though the small grumble he lets out voices the slight frustration in not having enough of Zhongli's tail on him.

it's actually an interesting effect the tea has on Dohalim, and if he were more awake, he would definitely be questioning what was blended into it. this may be more than exhaustion acting at this point, but because he's not so awake to think on it, he just lets it lie.

Dohalim, wanting even more of Zhongli's contact (as if he doesn't have enough), wraps his leg around the deity's hip as he presses closer, now in an awkward tangle of tail and limbs as he burrows into him]

Do—

[He's trying, really. There's something so unfairly strong about his reactions after his tail is pulled that, if Dohalim were awake enough to register it all he might tease him more. It's something he's known about (it's certainly not the first time Dohalim has brushed up against this instinct of his), but hadn't thought would be this bad.

Inhaling a slow breath as the Renan's leg slips over his hip, the deity considers what the hell he'd given him. Nothing had smelled particularly familiar in his history of drugs, but naturally he doesn't know everything.]

... mmn. [It's rude, with how out of it Dohalim is. His hips squirm to get closer, tail twisting and snaking its way over his back. The movement pushes a hand up toward the base of his tail. Just... just that much is enough, he tells himself. Never mind that he can feel the excitement of being sort of pinned here, the redhead burrowed in closer for whatever his subconscious wants.] ... good night, baoshi...

[He'll probably regret this in the morning, but there's something so pleasant about feeling overwhelmed. And under Dohalim right now, hands curled gently into the other man's chest to affect more of that feeling... maybe he can't be blamed. It's fine, right? It's fine.]

[Dohalim mutters something incoherently under his breath; it's clear that he's more or less asleep, the full effects of the tea and his exhaustion finally overtaking him. he settles for a moment, enough to lure Zhongli into a false sense of security, before he starts shifting around again. maybe the tea's made him restless in his sleep, but he doesn't seem to be in any distress.

however, wandering hands will wander as the one on the deity's tail slides up to the base, before squeezing and tugging at it more. it's a wonder how he's getting any rest from how... active he's being, but if Zhongli were to get a good look at him, he'd see that Dohalim is still very much out. his hips shift against Zhongli's, grinding up against him with lazy, gentle friction; it's starting to become clear what Dohalim wants, or at least, his body wants]

[he's prepared to settle in after those few moments, pausing briefly when Dohalim shifts in his sleep. restless? perhaps, it wouldn't be unreasonable. he doesn't seem bothered by it, and so--

and so, there's an almost indignant noise when warm fingers squeeze at the base of his tail, a pleasant but alarmed whine at the tug. the Renan's name slips from Zhongli's lips, but it's almost immediately clear that he's not... well, not really awake. not in any way that matters. hips shift against his own and the deity can't help himself.

burying his face in Dohalim's shoulder, he forcibly tries to keep quiet as their hips grind together. already pleasantly needy, he follows suit with the movements, hips rising up into the attention on his tail. the soft "please" that escapes him is barely a whisper, aware that it means nothing in this moment but given nonetheless. it really is unfair, knowing the other is asleep and can't truly consent to what he's doing, but Zhongli isn't thinking about that now. all he can think about is how nice it feels to be touched like this, how much he would like to present himself for more. awake or not, the redhead certainly seems enthusiastic about it.]

[there's more incoherent mumbling under Dohalim's breath, interrupted by soft sighs as he continues shifting his hips against Zhongli's. it's starting to become apparent that this is affecting him as well, as his cock slowly hardens against the deity despite his current state. his leg tightens around the other's, hooked around his hip and effectively pinning him in place.

but it seems like, in whatever part of his subconscious (if even that's aware of what's happening), it isn't nearly enough, after a while. there's a bit more muttering as Dohalim slowly pulls his leg back, before wedging his free hand under Zhongli]

T... 'rn....

[the word is heavily slurred, and almost doesn't sound like a word itself, but more like another sound, but it's clear enough what he wants]

[it's surprisingly perfect, every little instinctual movement dragging Zhongli deeper into that sense of want and need. the less he can move, the better it is, until it does become clear that this isn't enough for Dohalim either. the hand on his tail keeps him almost entirely docile, and the other wedging beneath him speaks his intent plenty loudly.]

Haah... mm...

[it's not much of a confirmation, but it is one. the deity's tail shift and flicks as he makes the effort of turning over, careful not to catch it under himself. is he's honest, this position is a surprising rarity - he doesn't think he'd mind even if Dohalim just pulled him close without any further effort.

of course, it's not that much effort to make to get to him - the bulk of his tail ensures his nightclothes are lifted up more than enough to be scandalous, even without the tail pulling. he does make an effort to keep from tenting his nightshirt too much, too, bracing his hand on the bed and glancing back to the renan.]

... better?

[it's probably just filling the space, not expecting an answer, but it makes him feel a little better about it. they should both enjoy it, at least.]

[the effect is almost instantaneous as Zhongli turns over; Dohalim is quick to move his tail over his hip and press close against him. even as his movements are lazy and slow, it becomes clear that this is a better position as the Renan starts to grind into the deity again, hand now moving to shift fabric aside to palm his cock. he's not nearly as smooth in his movements, but the intent is there, sighing softly in Zhongli's ear now that he's in a position to do more.

but soon, even this isn't enough, it seems, like the rest of his activity up until now; there's more soft muttering from Dohalim as his other hand moves around in between them again. more lazy and clunky movements have him taking a lot longer than he would if he were awake, but eventually he does free himself from the confines of his pants, as well with Zhongli. but this is where he falls short, his cock pressed against the cleft of Zhongli's ass, but not moving to press in; or rather, not being able to, in his current state]

...In...

[it's the only word he offers, hinting at what he wants, and what he wants the deity to help him with]

[It's an answer, of a sort. Dohalim's hips trap the base of his tail between them and Zhongli exhales a rumbling moan, grasping at the sheets. By the time the Renan pulls their clothes out of the way he's already panting softly, hips gently rutting into his palm.]

Ah-haah... mmn...

[He'd be worried under another circumstance, surely. The length of his cock presses between Zhongli's cheeks, not nearly enough for either of them... and as the mostly sleeping Renan murmurs his hint of a request, the deity is already moving to shift his hips, one hand sliding back to position his lover's cock at his entrance.

It feels so warm even now, but... ah, the moan he has to mute as Zhongli presses himself back is significant; his hole stretches to accommodate the length effortlessly, still keeping pleasantly tight. One hand shifts to grasp shakily at the Renan's hips, kneading soft encouragement.

He assumes this is about as far as it'll go, given how out Dohalim is. His tail curls plaintively around a hip, urging him ever closer. It feels so nice like this, hips nestling back to bury every inch inside him. It won't fix the need all brewing in him, but it's good enough for the night. Probably.]

[as unconscious as Dohalim is, his body reacts in such a way that both tenses and relaxes when Zhongli presses back onto his cock. there's a small moan that slips from his lips, face buried into the deity's hair. the hand pressed against the other's cock shifts a little to pull his hips flush against his, fingers lightly wrapped around the length.

it seems like Dohalim isn't satisfied enough just yet as he half rolls on top of Zhongli, effectively pinning him to the bed; if it weren't for the deity's tail, the Renan would absolutely be on top of him completely. there isn't much movement that comes from Dohalim for a handful of minutes, as if finally happy in this position.

however, that's short lived as his hips shift again, rolling against Zhongli's, the movements shallow and subtle, but enough that the deity can definitely feel it]

[in that moment, there's something perfectly comforting about the connection. Zhongli gives a little hitched breath when Dohalim pulls their hips flush, a warm spark of want tugging only lightly at him.

that warmth turns to a heat when the redhead shifts though, pressing him into the bed and shaking off much of what tiredness remained in him. he can feel the flush of his cheeks, tail pressed off to one side and its length curled up against one of his legs. with a little wiggling he can manage to free an arm at least enough to mute any sounds into it.

it's almost not enough to mute them when his hips shift, cock just grinding gently, shallowly inside him. the deity can't help but breathe a curse at the sensation, moaning lowly as arousal mounts in full.]

You-- are you really asleep-

[it's a breathless, incredulous question, even if Dohalim doesn't hear it. Gods, he knew his tail was sensitive and that it drove him into this instinct, but actually being here, knowing someone could walk in at any moment and see entirely too much... as much as he wants it to continue, he almost hopes he'll be satisfied sooner than later. there's no way this will be enough for him to get off on, after all, and he certainly won't be sleeping anytime soon with how hard he is.]

[the shallow, slow push of Dohalim's hips goes on for a little while longer, despite Zhongli's words; if he truly were awake, he would have absolutely answered back. but all he gets in response is more incoherent, sleepy mumbling, muffled in the deity's hair, clear that he's somehow still asleep.

though, his hips do still after a while, and it seems that Dohalim finally settles. it's a shame he's still fully hilted inside of Zhongli, with his hand loosely wrapped around his cock. perhaps, subconsciously, he's found comfort in this position, as strange as it is. or maybe the tea did have some sort of narcotic effect that put them in this position. either way, Dohalim doesn't move for most of the night thereafter.

it's when the sun barely starts to rise that Dohalim shifts again, starting to rise out of sleep. he doesn't really notice the position he's in at first, but just lets out a sigh at the warm feeling of being so close to Zhongli. he also feels really well rested, vaguely remembering that he didn't have any nightmares for once. it's a shame he's so used to waking up early because of said nightmares, and would have liked to sleep in a bit more, but he's more than content with laying with Zhongli for a a while longer. no one will be around to call for breakfast anytime soon, after all]

[It's all he can do too endure it, burying his moans in the pillow and sheets beneath them. They're covered enough that it's not uncomfortable, even if it's a little awkward.

The Renan's movements stop and it's both a relief and a pleasant ache. Hilted and still lightly grasping the deity's cock, he settles... it's everything the man can do not to press back and get himself off between hand and hips.

It also means that by the time morning rolls around, once he's managed to doze off, he's still fully hard. When Dohalim wakes, he exhales a mumble and a soft moan at the sensation of movement, fingers curled in the sheets. He certainly feels good, warm with Dohalim so close, and it's a slow shift toward wakefulness. The Renan's name is on his lips, slurred and wanton.]

[Zhongli's tone doesn't get lost on Dohalim, and in the haze of sleepiness, he has to wonder about it. they've slept close together like this previous nights with no reactions, so now...

as Dohalim slowly gathers his bearings, he starts to realise just what's happening. the warm, hard appendage in his hand, the heat around his own (though, not nearly as hard) give off anvil sized hints as to what's happening. as to what happened, that's another question on its own.

he could have sworn he went to sleep right after drinking his tea; he certainly wasn't in any state to bed Zhongli, especially after their last talk with Rukkhadevata. and to wake up inside of the deity... he couldn't have done this in his sleep, could he? and what does Zhongli think of all this? Dohalim knows he won't blame him for this at all, but still, the Renan can't help but feel awful]

Zhongli...? I...

[maybe he should pull out. that's a good place to start with all this. his hand lets go of Zhongli's cock, his hips moving to slowly slip out. but in the motions, he realises that his body... is enjoying this a little more than he let on. he lets out a soft sound of his own, body stilling as pleasure runs through him, as he presses his face into Zhongli's shoulder]

[His breaths are still uneven, tail curled almost encouragingly around Dohalim's hip. By some miracle, he isn't already rutting into the Renan's hand when he wakes, instead just kneading the sheets faintly...]

Ah— you don't have to—

[His voice breaks into a moan, forcibly muted into the bed beneath him, as he starts to pull out. It's what he's been missing all night, really...]

Mmnh... are you comfortable...? You feel wonderful...

[hips shifting slightly, the deity tests how much mobility he still has. He won't be able to see the redhead right now, but... that's alright. It's not hard to tell his feeling on the subject by that response, or by the way he reaches back to thread fingers into the other's hair.]

[Dohalim pauses for a moment, more for the reaction that comes from Zhongli as he moves again. is he... enjoying this? Dohalim isn't sure how the deity can, especially if they've slept like this all night. but with the tail wrapped around his hip and the hand threaded in his hair, with the muffled moans into the sheets... it's hard to think that the other isn't enjoying this. it's strange, to say the least.

as Zhongli moves his hips, Dohalim lets out a a sharp breath as he slowly realises just how keyed up he's feeling, right now. there's still the concern of how they ended up in this position in the first place (and an even bigger concern that Umbra had come out again), but with how turned on he's feeling being inside that tight heat, he can't help but push back in]

Ah... Did you... Do you want to...

[it's a simple question, and it seems the both of them are searching for that relief, right now. maybe they can talk about this after]

Mmnh... please...

[He moans softly as Dohalim pushes back in, hips rising up into it. Normally, he'd be more aware of where they are and what time it is, but... well, he's gone all night without release, pleasantly stretched and with the redhead's hand around his cock. Can he really be blamed?]

I've been thinking about it... nnh, all night, after all. [His fingers thread through soft hair, just a little.] I did say I wanted all of you.

Had it been that long...

[again there's the question of what had happened last night, and just how he'd managed to slip his cock into Zhongli. and he knows the deity wouldn't do something so nefarious like turning him on and fucking himself on him while he slept, so there has to be another underlying thing. oh well, they can ponder on it together later.

a hand slips down in between Zhongli's thighs before Dohalim lifts his leg up ever so slightly, just to get a better angle as he pulls out and pushes back in again. there's something comforting in their pleasure like this, in the lazy glow of morning, and not having to rush to get ready for the day. Dohalim is still aware of what time it could possibly be judging by the light starting to shine through his window; they have enough time, he thinks.

there's something else, being in this position, with Zhongli. the fact that he's the one servicing the god, defiling him in such a way, as a mortal... it sparks something in him now that he's in his own mind while doing so. there's a sort of possessiveness about it that has nothing to do with the corruption, knowing that he's probably the only one, the only mortal Zhongli would ever let do this to him. it's a small thought but it turns him on even more just thinking about it as he pushes back in, just a little deeper; he groans against Zhongli's shoulder, hand gripping onto his thigh]

Mm. It was. I— ah—

[Dohalim lifts his leg a little and he has to press his face into the pillow, moaning at the shift in tightness as he starts to move. It's so good, even if he's been hard most of the night, just getting to feel Dohalim really exploring him, what he likes. That it's not... tainted somehow by Umbra and that the Renan really wants this. It doesn't hurt that it's dizzyingly sweet, after so little last night. His cock pushes in deeper still and Zhongli grasps at the sheets.]

Ah... haah... Dohalim... more...

[There's a shivery, desperate quality to his tone, something that suggests he wasn't overestimating how long he's been thinking about this at all. Even the grip on his thigh earns a soft moan, hair fallen largely over one side and his nightclothes pushed up just enough to show off the small of his back, past his tail. All of this points to a very different, much softer side of Zhongli, something rarely seen in their quietest moments.]

Shh... shh... It's still early...

[but gods above does he want to hear more of those sounds. he wants to hear those moans pulled from the deity with every thrust in, knowing that he's the only one who can do this. the only one who's allowed to do this. Zhongli feels so good wrapped around his cock tightly, surprising if he's been resting inside of him for hours.

Dohalim lifts the other's thigh up just a little more, just to get a better angle, and to feel him tighten around his cock just a little more. in their current position, he can't squeeze that wonderful tail of his, which is a shame, but he'll let it slide for now as the weight of it is draped over him, encouraging him. the pace he sets is still slow and lazy, but he compensates for how deeply he fucks Zhongli, his hips rolling against his to fill him up as much as he can. he bites down gently against the deity's shoulder to silence himself, but even the tiniest of moans manage to slip from him]

So good... You feel so good...

Early-- you haven't... been thinking about this... all night...

[he does nothing to stop Dohalim from teasing him though, suggesting he's not upset about it. how can he be, when the redhead lifts his thigh up a little more, forces him to tighten a little more. like this his tail is more active, shifting and curling around one of the other's legs. it can squeeze from there, just as gentle and encouraging as before.

it's not nearly enough, but he kind of likes being made to wait. it's exciting somehow, especially with how deeply Dohalim's cock digs into him, pace easy and slow. teeth press gently into his shoulder and he whines pleasantly in turn. honestly, it really is too bad he can't play with his tail, but... later, maybe. when he's feeling more generous (or less).]

I... haah... ah... y-you too... Dohalim...

[Gods, he wasn't expecting to still be this needy after waiting all night. surely, he should have relaxed a little... but then, he's not exactly human, either. maybe that's it.]

[it's both so satisfying and not enough as Dohalim continues his movements, moaning softly in Zhongli's ear with every slow thrust, letting himself feel the tight walls around him. he knows that it won't be enough, eventually, but for now, he's enjoying the feeling of it all.

it really is a wonder how Dohalim hasn't just flipped Zhongli over and fucked him to the release he so desperately wants; perhaps it's because of how early in the morning it is, and that he's still trying to wake up (is the slight grogginess a side effect of the tea? he's not sure). but after several moments, he does roll over to press the deity into the bed, propping himself up with an elbow as he pulls Zhongli's thigh apart a little more. this way, he can get a little more leverage as he pulls back, before snapping his hips in sharply, groaning in the other's ear softly]

Ah... Zh-Zhongli...

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