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]
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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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]
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[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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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]
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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.]
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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]
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[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.
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[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]
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[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.]
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[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...
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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.]
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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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[by the time he's pressed into the bed, Zhongli is already panting softly, hips bunting back into each thrust. it's not easy to do from this angle, especially with a hand holding his thigh, but he tries. his words are slurred mumbles, mostly muffled into the bed and pillows.
everything about his position is awkward and wonderful, and when Dohalim's hips snap sharply into his, the noise he makes is louder than intended, almost a plaintive yowl. his tail curls and trembles as the other groans into his ear.]
Nnh... haaah... Dohalim-- I want... I...
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[his breathing his heavy in Zhongli's ear as he continues his movements, giving him more of those sharp thrusts in. he will admit, this is a bit of an awkward angle, but he wanted Zhongli pinned to his bed, unable to move easily as he brings him to orgasm. the loud yowl almost makes Dohalim shove the deity's face into his pillows even more, but he thinks that might be a bit too much. he doesn't want to hurt him, after all...
wedging his leg against Zhongli's thigh in lieu of his hand, he lets go of it as he pushes himself up even more. a hand grasps at Zhongli's waist while the other is pressed against the underside of his tail, digging his fingers into the other. he knows if Zhongli does cum in this position, that his bed will get ruined, but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make; this is all too good, and he wants to see Zhongli brought to orgasm. he wants to see this beautiful man in the throes of his passion, moaning his name out in his deep, dulcet tones]
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I'm— ah! Hard—harder—
[His whole body squeezes around the Renan's cock with every sharp thrust in, uneven breaths rising in rhythm. It really feels like his whole body is just perfectly tuned to this, pre dripping from his cock between him and the bed now.
But, for as much as it feels that way, it's nothing compared to how Zhongli reacts to the hands wrapping around his waist and tail. The noise is like nothing else too, a rumbling, growling whine as his tail lifts up into the rough treatment.]
Hhaaahhh... fuck, fuck— Dohalim— [He's not even trying to keep quiet now; any incidental muting is just from the position he's in. The tip of his tail curls up over his spine.] nngh... pull... pull harder... Breed me. Please, I need it...
[His voice pitches up a little nearer the end, perfectly in sync with how he offers his whole body to the Renan. Even his nipples, brushing against the sheets beneath them, are sensitive enough to make him jolt and shudder and whine, lifting his head to try and look back at him.]
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gods, he really is so beautiful, no matter how he looks in the moment.
tightening his hold on Zhongli's tail, Dohalim pulls it up, effectively also shifting the deity's hips up a little more. it gives him a bit of a better angle to drive into him, those sharp snaps of his hips not relenting one bit as he fucks hard into him. he wants to punch out more of those sounds, even though they should still continue to be quiet. but... Dohalim can't help it, he really can't. not when those sounds are like music to his ears.
a part of him at this point would have been worried about the corruption-- about Umbra-- having taken over, as he pulls roughly at the tail, but for once, even through the haze of lust, his head is clear. Dohalim knows it's just him right now, which only makes him wonder if this is his own subconscious need and want. it doesn't help that Zhongli is also making it harder for him to deny everything. how can he, when his lover looks and sounds like this?]
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Mnh... haah... ah-♡ s-so good... you'll split me open like this...♡
[Every squelch and slap of hips is addictive, his hole seemingly designed to swallow every inch in pure greed. Maybe it is, he thinks. He's certainly not inclined to think otherwise as the Renan fucks into him so enthusiastically, menacing his tail at his own request. The words are a little unlike him normally, but instinct is a hell of a thing.]
Fuck... [pressed into the bed like this, he can't even get a hand down to grasp his own cock, dripping as it is. In turn, his voice is slurred, all the eloquence and strength filtered out of he tone.] Haah... your cock is so— thick—♡ fill me up... please... Dohalim...
[He's absolutely forgotten everything about where they are and why they should be even a little quiet. As his orgasm draws near and the need to be filled up becomes impossible to ignore, his rumbling growls become plaintive and trembling. Hips shift and squirm to take as much of the redhead's cock as deeply as he can, muscles squeezing as if to coax him into orgasm.]
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If... If only you could see y-yourself...
[the deity is a sight to behold, back arched and hips pulled up as his tail is pulled taut, ass presented to him as he continues to thrust into him. maybe, if he pulls his tail, he can get a certain angle to reach his prostate...
he's not sure how close Zhongli is, but he himself can feel himself inching close to his own climax. his pace is hard, but even for now, but Dohalim is sure he'll lose that soon. he can already feel his own lust taking over completely, wanting to covet all of the deity under him, wanting to see him brought to ruin. this phenomenal god, reduced to such a mess.
Dohalim isn't sure exactly what comes over him as he leans down to run his tongue up the underside of it before giving it a sharp nip. he knows now how much of an erogenous area it is, but he wonders... it's a little bit of an awkward angle now, but he wants to see that reaction]
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[It's not improbable that he's managed to find the deity's prostate at least once or twice; he's honestly so reactive in his need right now that it's hard to tell one jolt from the next. He has no complaints about that, enduring every second and enjoying it just the same. Dohalim's voice is addictive to hear, too.]
Haah... ah... do you... like it...?
[He barely manages the words between the litany of moans and begging, fingers curled tight in the sheets. Ah, he's so close, but he's still trying to hold back. Zhongli can't help it - it's selfish but he wants to cum with the Renan and not a second before.
There's only so much concentration left though. And as the redhead leans down and runs his tongue along the underside of his tail, sickly gives an alarmed noise, cheeks lighting up even more.]
Wait— not—
[Dohalim nips there and the sound Zhongli makes is disgustingly lewd. It's almost as good as those moments when Dohalim does nail his prostate; his whole body practically seizes up, clenching around the other man's cock and trembling in his need. Burying his face, the deity exhales a whining moan.]
That's not— fair— D-Dohalim, please—
[Ah, if he keeps that up for very long, there's no way he's going to hold back. The tugs are bad enough, but the heat of his tongue and the scrape of teeth along smooth scales...]
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[Dohalim pauses for a moment as the words register in his mind for a second slightly surprised that he let them slip; not outright speaking on his feelings in such a way does catch him off guard when he does say it, but he doesn't dwell on it. he'll tuck it away, along with other things he'll ponder on later, when he's in a clear enough mind to think on them.
however, what's even more surprising is seeing how strong of a reaction that has gotten him, before grinning softly against Zhongli's tail. there's something in him, perhaps a little impulsive, but he digs his thumb into the spot he'd just nipped on, as he slows his thrusts down to a roll of his hips]
Would you rather I slowed down like this, then...?
[it might be a little mean, but Dohalim can't help but tease the deity a little. he's just so... cute, being so desperate like this. sure, they should finish up soon, judging by how much more sunlight is starting to filter through the windows, but he wants to watch Zhongli squirm just a little bit]
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Ah...! I didn't— n-no—
[His moans absolutely don't soften with the slowed pace, but they do deepen. Muscles shift and flex in his spine as Dohalim digs his thumb into that spot, and as the redhead grinds into him, Zhongli presses back into it.]
Dohalim... [Oh, that's such an indignant whine.] I want... to cum when you're done, not—
[but it's clear that he could be made to cum like this. There's a small pool of precum between his legs, too, something that should be a little embarrassing really. Nothing is, though. Not when he's lost in the throes of passion and want, let alone when he's been driven to this state.]
Haah... mmn... please... I can't take much more...
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[leaning forward, Dohalim slides his free hand up Zhongli's back to thread through the deity's hair before letting his hand continue past his shoulder and up his arm. as he presses himself flush against the other's back, his hand grasps for Zhongli's, fingers intertwining with each other and giving his hand a squeeze. only then, does Dohalim pick up the pace again, skin slapping skin sharply as he fucks the deity hard.
his hand grasping the tail shifts upward, still tugging at it sharply. but he brings the more tapered end to his lips as he presses a kiss to it, before nipping at it lightly. who knew that it would elicit such a reaction...
he can feel himself getting close now, the tautness in his own belly being pulled like a rubber band. he wonders how much longer Zhongli could last, considering that he'd been waiting a lot longer than he has. Dohalim's actually quite surprised he hasn't cum as soon as he started moving, if he were honest]
I... Almost... Are you ready...
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Tfw you're so sure you hit post but APPARENTLY FUCKING NOT
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