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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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...

[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...

What do you want... Tell me what you want...

[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]

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.]

[it's an interesting effect, seeing someone so proper, so refined reduced to such a state, offering himself up so lewdly with even more obscene words. clearly, his more animalistic instincts are taking over for the deity to beg to be bred, of all things, but who is Dohalim to deny him? not when he looks up at him like that, over his shoulder, with all the want and need in the world.

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?]

[Ah... it's so perfect. A hand pulls his tail taut and up, and Zhongli practically buries his face in turn. He couldn't resist this if he wanted to now.]

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.]

[it should be a little concerning, hearing Zhongli like this, but if Dohalim were to be honest with himself, it's a tone he's quite enjoying hearing. the sheer desperation in his voice with the pleas for more... even he can't keep himself quiet anymore. Zhongli's name slips from his lips, mingled with moans every time he pushes into that tight heat. to think that he's able to satisfy a god in such a way...]

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]

[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...]

I-I love it... almost as much as I love you...

[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]

[He makes a soft noise when Dohalim speaks those words; it's something they've spoken of in fewer words before, but to hear them now is... he can't put words to how wonderful it is. Of course, he also just struggling to put his thoughts together in the first place.]

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...

Mm... I suppose I can be a little merciful...

[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...

[it's probably only that he's Zhongli that he lasted at all. admittedly, it wasn't easy - particularly when Dohalim really got going before. the weight of him shifting over the deity almost does it again now, fingers trembling as they lace with Dohalim's. then, as Dohalim's pace picks up again, he's left whining and gasping, groaning into the bed as hips slap together again.

there's an attempt to say something when that hand shifts, still tugging at his tail as it is, but he can't consistently form words in that moment. the tapered end is a little less sensitive than the thicker base, but the nip still makes him shiver. if Dohalim thinks on it later, he might recognise other times when its sensitivity might have been notable, but... well, it doesn't really matter.

he's already just hoping Dohalim is close; surely he has to be, right? even if he's not as tight as the renan had been for him, it's been a good few moments, after all...]

Nnh... haah... please, hurry... I can't-

[is he ready? surely, that's not a question he really needs to ask--]

[he just wants to make sure! but also give hint that he's close too, that Zhongli won't have to wait too much longer. finally letting go of his tail, Dohalim wraps his other arm around Zhongli's shoulder and collar as he presses himself close, burying his face in the deity's neck. his movements are more erratic, now, as he fucks his lover harder and deeper, trying to reach into that heat as much as he can. he still feels so good around his cock, so hot, that he can't get enough of it. for all that he'd laid in bed with others in the past, no one had ever felt this good.

his orgasm comes to him like a crashing wave. his back stiffens as he presses in deep, moaning out Zhongli's name in his ear as he cums hard, leaving him lightheaded and trembling; it's almost as good as when Zhongli fucked him. the hand still gripping onto the other's tightens its hold even more as he lets out another moan when Zhongli eventually cums himself, feeling the tight walls spasm against his sensitive cock.

Dohalim hadn't expected to wake up like this, and while they should have been a little quieter, and perhaps done a less strenuous activity so early in the morning, he doesn't regret it one bit. in fact, if they were to do this, wake up like this again, he finds he doesn't mind too much. just as long as Zhongli's okay with it...

as the waves of his orgasm finally ebb, he slumps down against Zhongli, too drowsy to move just yet. his breathing is heavy against the deity's neck, and his grip on his hand loosens just a little bit. he'll move... eventually. but he's comfortable here, right now]

[despite everything that's happened, there's something terribly alluring about the way Dohalim holds him. from the pressure of his weight over top of him to the curve of an arm around shoulder and clavicle... ah, it's so good. and while he does thoroughly enjoy fucking the redhead in just this way, this is definitely just as nice.

Zhongli doesn't last a second past the first burst of heat pouring inside him; he can do little more than keen the redhead's name as he's pressed in deep, body squeezing down on his cock. their fingers twine and squeeze tightly enough that it almost aches, but it's fine. it's fine...

perhaps interestingly to Dohalim, his orgasm isn't nearly as much a mess as their previous intimacy would suggest; it seems that's something, somehow, that's reserved for the renan only. it's still a lot though, building into a pool at his hips and waist. that... will bother him later, but for right now, it's fine. pleasant, even.

the other slumps and Zhongli follows somewhat. he may not need as much rest as the other, but everything is hypersensitive in the wake of their orgasms. it's much easier just to lie here and enjoy the afterglow, listening to the other breathe. his tail shifts a little, partly to test the sensitivity of it (very, he finds) and partly to just rest it more comfortably against the redhead.]

Nnh... haah... fuck.

[it's inelegant as anything, but Zhongli thinks it suits the situation right now. he even exhales an almost giddy little laugh as his eyes close.]

[Dohalim hums softly, gently nuzzling at Zhongli's neck. in the back of his mind, he knows they should get cleaned up lest someone come knocking at the door, but honestly, he couldn't give a damn at this moment. at least it's not as much of a mess like before (Dohalim has to wonder if Zhongli has a way of controlling that). everything is so warm and wonderful, and for a beat, it's as if none of his worries exist. there's a comfortable silence that settles over them as his breathing starts to level]

Mm... Was it good...

[in the back of his mind, Dohalim is sure it was. but, he supposes, there's a part of him that seeks that validation, to know what exactly Zhongli thought about it. or maybe he just wants to hear the praise, to be told he did good...

the Renan shifts his arm a little, sliding it back enough so he can brush his hand through the silky tresses of Zhongli's hair. it's incredible how soft it is, even after sleep and a romp, and it's just one more thing he adores about this god]

Good... might be a significant understatement.

[Zhongli chuckles again, shifting slightly now that they've come down a little bit. when he considers, he does feel almost "tired," a sensation he likens to contentment really.]

It's good to feel what you wanted, too. [instead of just Umbra, or even himself. sighing softly as fingers brush through his hair, the deity shifts to slowly free his arms, at least enough to rest his head on them comfortably.] I hope it wasn't... too exhausting.

[Dohalim shakes his head slightly, before resting his chin on Zhongli's shoulder. sure, he's a little tired, but it comes with the territory of doing something... strenuous. and it's a good sort of tired, mixed in with contentment and warmth. honestly, mess and responsibilities aside, if Dohalim were allowed it, he would lay like this with the deity for as long as the other is comfortable.

but now that his head is clearer and not in a lusty haze, he does think back on the thoughts that were put on the backburner. mainly, how did they get in this position in the first place? he certainly doesn't remember instigating it at all, nor does he remember waking up in the middle of the night. so how...]

A question... How did I... How did we...

[Dohalim realises now that asking such a question is a little embarrassing. how can he eloquently ask Zhongli "how did my cock end up in your ass"?]

Ah. I'm not... entirely sure what caused it, but after you finished your tea and we settled into bed, you were... quite insistent on being as close as possible.

[now, he does shift to see Dohalim a little better, his other hand reaching to brush the backs of his fingers along his jaw.]

Apparently, I am... ah... very weak to having my tail tugged. [he doesn't elaborate to just how badly it works him up when he's not already being fucked, so that's up to Dohalim's imagination.] At some point, you did, and I found myself following your lead to whatever you wanted. I didn't want to wake you, and well... I can hardly claim to have minded, particularly after you pinned me to the bed and settled.

It was interesting to see you so mobile in your sleep, considering our norm.

[if Zhongli can see it, he'll notice in the dim light just how red Dohalim's cheeks are, as he hides his face in his shoulder. ah, he had noticed how sensitive Zhongli's tail is at times, but he must have been pulling particularly hard if it lead to other things.

but for him to have been moving around that much in his sleep, to the point where he was basically performing indecent acts fully unconscious, Dohalim has to wonder what exactly was in that tea. sure, it worked incredibly at giving him a decent night's rest (he hadn't had a single nightmare or distressing dream all night from what he can remember), and he'd managed to sleep the rest of the night, which is practically unheard of. however, if the side effect is... this...

and what would he say to Rukkhadevata about it? she's the one who provided the tea, after all; did she know this would happen? he's sure she wouldn't give him something akin to an aphrodisiac, but still... should they even mention it to her?

Dohalim sighs against Zhongli's shoulder]

I feel like apologies should be in order. I can't imagine you've gotten any sleep last night, what with everything that happened...

[the thing with Umbra is a whole other side of the coin, something he definitely doesn't want to think about among the afterglow. but that's a pressing issue that should be addressed as well at some point... ah, this is all so complicated...]

Ah- no, I slept quite well, actually. It took some time to calm down enough, but once there, I was quite content.

[he doesn't even hesitate to admit it, perhaps to assuage any concerns Dohalim has over what really happened. all of it was enjoyable despite the oddity of it, after all... but it does beg the question: how do they bring this up to Rukkhadevata?]

That said... she did say you should have the tea each day. I suppose we will have to monitor what happens tonight, and perhaps the next few nights beyond it. She did intend for you to rest, so I doubt that was precisely the reaction she expected.

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