[What they came here to do has been lost in translation somewhere between the urge to snap He Xuan's wrist and the force compelling him back against the side of the hot spring. He hasn't let go, though he's been forced down, realizing that resisting anymore would mean snapping and ending this man's life.
Would that be worth it? Killing this man to avenge his own pride when he's already given it up by putting himself in this position? Would it be worth giving up more than what he's already lost? How much more is there to lose?
Diluc doesn't deliberate long, arriving at his answer and going still, eerily still, and quiet for a long, long moment. He came here with a goal in mind, as did He Xuan. If he's going to use him, if they're going to use each other, Diluc only has one condition:]
Expect that everything you do to me will be returned to you tenfold. After this, if you so much as look at me when the others are around, I'll kill you.
[So do whatever you want to his body, He Xuan. Diluc won't stop you, but he'll insist on taking revenge when the moment comes.]
[ He Xuan, in the meanwhile, watches Diluc carefully and closely, perhaps a bit more than even before because of this small moment of roughhousing both of them so happened to be engaged in.
Though, when the other finally goes still and quiet...he still waits, patiently. He is a man who has waited centuries for his revenge. Even in a heated moment, impatience doesn't find him easy, and sure enough, Diluc's words come. ]
Tenfold? Fine, I dare you to try.
[ There is a certain curiosity to see what Diluc may attempt to (actually) unleash on him. He Xuan doubts that the man will be able to reach those standards even when their positions may be reversed. So the other is free to try to live up to that claim whenever he decides to insist on taking revenge. ]
But, if you think I could be killed by someone like you, you're a fool. An easily shamed one, at that.
[ His words are thorny, unlike the finger that's probably been jostled from its spot by now? Whatever the case, he'll resume what he was doing with it, just casually sliding it in. Here, since he's prepping him, he's at least careful for what are obvious reasons. But, he won't hesitate to add a second one soon enough. ]
[Diluc isn't relaxed by any means, back drawn tight like a bow, but he's a man of his word. He'll allow He Xuan to do as he pleases, but his every movement is one Diluc will remember, one he'll count against him when it comes time to seek revenge.
Frankly, he doesn't care if he comes to regret crossing paths with this man in the future. So long as he provides an easy path for Diluc to work towards his goal, it doesn't matter how roughly he treats him. He's had worse, much worse.]
Big words. We'll see what happens when the time comes. Until then, I'll be keeping score.
[Worked open on two fingers, Diluc bites down on his knuckle, the ache of being forced open unpleasant. At the same time, he's pushing his hips back to meet He Xuan's fingers, unwilling to be opened up, ripped apart, broken down without contributing to the effort. The sooner they can get this over with, the sooner he can make He Xuan regret accepting his proposition.]
[ If he were a loving, doting, and affectionate partner for the red-head, he'd tell him that it'd be best for him to relax, or something to that effect. As it is, that's not the case, and he doesn't care enough to do that.
He Xuan, is, of course, not conservative in his own movements; it's hard to be that way, even with two fingers deep inside of the other male. Though he does keep a close watch on the other man's face, scissoring the fingers in and out without much preamble, but not with absurdly harsh movements either; considering he isn't human, he still needs to watch out for that on the bare minimum.
At least for now. Speaking of which, He Xuan scoffs in the face of Diluc's words. ]
Feel free.
[ Leaving it at that, He Xuan is going to keep at it, and when there is give, he won't hesitate to ensure his fingers touch against that pleasurable spot inside the other man at least once. ]
[He's fine to forego conversation entirely in favor of silently enduring the pain of being forced open on those fingers... until a strange, almost electric sensation sparks low in his gut. Ah.
That almost felt— pleasant, all things considered, and Diluc shifts his hips as if something is wrong. Surely there's some sort of mistake. At no point in this tryst has Diluc considered that he might actually feel something akin to pleasure, so— what was that just now? A fluke, surely. Diluc adjusts his hips once more, as if that might spare him from that unusual feeling.]
[ He Xuan's no fool, he can read the signs of pleasure in the one beneath him, what that kind of reaction. If he were in pain, there'd be a clear expression to indicate as much. So he doesn't bother with any concern (not that he's going to exhibit much of that anyway.) Though, he can't help pressing his fingers against that spot again, before quickly drawing his fingers out, judging the preparation as good enough.
Once again, He Xuan isn't the impatient sort, not by a mile, but he also isn't willing to allow this to go on far longer than necessary. The bottle nearby them is utilized again, but this time for his own cock, which is at least decently-sized for a man of his height.
The ghost king then places one hand against Diluc's hip, and with the other begins to already guide his cock straight to the other's entrance, before also beginning to slide it in, albeit slowly. Even if it isn't exactly the gentle treatment. If Diluc feels he isn't ready, he'll say, as far as He Xuan is concerned. ]
[It doesn't feel good, per se, but it doesn't hurt. He Xuan is a rat bastard, but he went to lengths to prepare him properly, so if nothing else, he's at minimal risk if incurring Diluc's wrath again tonight.
For now, that is. He grits his teeth and hisses when He Xuan lines up their hips and presses his cock inside of him, coaxed open on it and forced to focus on his breathing to make his trespass tolerable. Exhaling makes it easier, loosely holding onto the side of the springs to keep himself upright until He Xuan is fully seated inside of him.
Though the irritation on his face is plain as day, Diluc doesn't so much as complain during the slow, tedious push inward. What an unpleasant feeling... This is exactly why he didn't want to be on the receiving end. Mark his words, He Xuan: Diluc will have his revenge.]
[ He Xuan is indeed what someone would call a very careful rat bastard. He has no intentions on making the person he's cooperated in doing this suffer immensely. There's also something to be said about ensuring at least a minimum amount of enjoyment means it serves it's purpose.
That being said, by now he certainly can't go back to being purely clinical about this. Especially not with how, quite frankly, unintentionally he displayed the sort of attitude he does somewhat tamper for the purposes of ensuring he gets what he wants. So when Diluc makes those expressions, he unapologetically drinks them in, and even purposefully continues to ensure that his movements are slow, though his own intake of breath is a little heavier. It's hard to be unaffected with that pleasurable, tight heat around his cock.
Diluc's solace is perhaps that He Xuan sees no reason to brag or talk much. Though, there is point where He Xuan places his other hand on the other male's bare hip so he now has even better leverage. Which is ideal as he pulls all the way out and then sheathes himself back in all the way in one thrust, testing how the red head will receive such a deep, rough thrust. Suffice to say, the idea that Diluc intends to get back at him is the furthest thing from his mind. ]
[...It's fine, these slow, measured thrusts. They give Diluc enough space to breathe, adjusting to the unusual sensation of being fucked into, but his first mistake was getting acclimated to a rhythm. Thinking he could map out He Xuan's movements to know exactly what to expect was a foolish thought.
When He Xuan draws out nearly all the way before brusquely fucking his way back in, Diluc bodily shivers, gritting his teeth while his hands curl into fists against the side of the springs. Does he receive it well? Hard to say when he's glaring at He Xuan, but there's little heat behind his gaze, vision swimming in and out of focus.
That hurt, but more unnervingly, it also felt good. If he's glaring at He Xuan for any reason in particular, it's for having the audacity to make him moan. More than a little mortifying, but it's fine, isn't it? He'll have his revenge in time. For now, he squeezes tightly around He Xuan's cock as a means to retaliate, make it a little more difficult to move inside of him as he pleases. The fact that this has begun to feel good is deeply vexing.]
[ He Xuan doesn't quite make it a habit of being predictable. To his advantage, it appears. Especially since he can conjure such a reaction from the red-haired male underneath him—an intense, full-body tremble alongside the unmistakable sound of a debaucherous moan. He doesn't smile, but the way the other male glares ineffectively at him enhances the moment all the more.
He can see plainly that Diluc is enjoying it much as he is trying not to make it evident, not that he had much chance of that when he knew what he was doing. But, good. He's putting him in his rightful place—underneath him. Perhaps it is here where he very briefly recalls the exact words promising to pay a retribution unto him tenfold—and finds them laughable.
And yet, there the other man goes, daring to tighten incredibly around him, forcing a grunt from him. That's fine, because his hands grip tighter onto Diluc's hips, as he draws himself almost completely out with ease, and impales the red head deep on his cock once more. Roughly, harshly, and in a repetitive, constant motion that allows for hardly any chance for reprieve. Not just for the interest in seeking pleasure for his own self despite it being a primary motivation, but to see how many sounds he can force from Diluc's throat, and to see how much he can make the other become consumed further in a sea of rapture. ]
[His retaliation is only ever met with recourse, but truthfully — frustratingly — Diluc would have it no other way. It smarts as much as it stokes that fire inside of him, a low heat burning in his gut that compels him to match He Xuan's pace for fear of allowing him too much power.
He Xuan has made his stance clear, believing Diluc to be beneath him, but he hasn't handed over the reins to let this man do as he pleases, pushing his hips back to dictate the pace as it suits him. If He Xuan has a problem, he'll have no issue asserting himself to correct it, right?
But there's a downside to fucking himself on He Xuan beyond the obvious fact that he's, well, fucking He Xuan. It's starting to feel good, genuinely, more than it hurts. The ache where he's being fucked into is constant, but every time the tip of that cock brushes against his swollen prostate, Diluc bodily shivers.
He isn't a loud partner, far from it, but that doesn't mean He Xuan isn't succeeding in urging the occasional half-bitten sigh and moan out of Diluc. All that means for Diluc is that he has to fight harder to deny He Xuan the pleasure of seeing him come undone, biting into his forearm to stifle the worst of his moans while precum drips into the water below.]
[ One thing is clear, from how this is going, and that is Diluc's refusal to simply lie there and take it. Not that He Xuan is going to complain about it.
After all, whenever the other man moves his hips just so to meet his, it only adds more to the delicious amount of friction he feels on his cock. As a result it becomes clear that his composure lowers, even if there are unnatural points—one of which, despite all the exertion and pleasure he's experiencing in turn, he doesn't so much as flush or color. Though, his golden eyes are half-lidded, a quickened breath, and there's beads of sweat that seem to form, sliding down his face, and his naked body.
But, He Xuan doesn't intend to allow Diluc to control the pace, easily seeking the opportunity to use his strength to pull the other male's hips towards his in order to force a quicker movement on each thrust he makes. Though, he doesn't need two hands to do that, powerful as he is. He snakes one hand to shoot out to try to force the male's forearm above his head, in a non-so-gentle way, as well as grip. ]
So afraid to show vulnerability.
[ It'd be practically a sneer in more than simply words if it isn't for the fact that his breaths are coming heavier now, and his thrusts a bit more impatient in the amount of speed. ]
[It's almost comical, being denied even the freedom to censor himself, but it's not as if there's much point in staying quiet. He Xuan is well aware that his efforts are making Diluc feel good, much as he wishes they weren't, but he'd have been a fool if he expected to go into this without gaining anything from it.
It feels good, more than it ought to, and Diluc has no choice but to acknowledge that. When his arm is lifted away, he laughs, twisting to spit in He Xuan's face. You've taken enough from him already, haven't you, He Xuan? Greed is unbecoming.]
You— misunderstand.
[Even speaking is a trial of endurance right now. Overwhelming and new as this is, Diluc's aware he's approaching his limit, exhaling heavily to avoid stumbling over his every word.]
I'm not afraid of vulnerability... You don't deserve to be handed more than you've already taken from me. I never said I'd make this easy.
[ He Xuan doesn't quite care about whether he's being greedy or not. Especially when he's feeling ravenous. He'll take all he can get out of this situation.
But anyway, he is spat at, and it lands on his cheek. Wiping it with a hand is a waste of time, though a bit of water moves to erase the image of what he perceives to be such a childish act. ]
You protest too much.
[ But, a rebel to the end, hm? Who would've thought that they'd be brought to a point of contention; not that He Xuan cares in particular especially since at this time he hardly sees a need to make true connections with people. Regardless, Diluc isn't the only one tumbling towards the apex of all this; his short response is only evidence of that, so he mercilessly pounds into the red head with the intention to ensure that Diluc will reach his satisfaction alongside him.
...Though, He Xuan pulls his hand away from Diluc's arm, aiming to wrap his fingers around that neck, and press down to cut off some of the red head's airflow just a bit for that little stunt earlier. ]
[So he's being punished, is he? So be it. Diluc isn't so foolish that he doesn't know what he was asking for by spitting directly in He Xuan's face, but what he hadn't accounted for was being strangled.
No... He could've seen this coming, but not what it does to him, the lack of air making his head swim and his eyes lose focus. Moreover, his skin tingles, every last inch of it including the point where their bodies connect, and very quickly, every touch becomes electric. Every thrust shakes him, throaty gasps breaking out of his throat that startle even Diluc himself with their brazenness.
It feels good. Genuinely, truly, and he'll be unpacking this for a while after the fact. Diluc audibly sighs for the first time, and there's no arguing against how good it feels, not when he can feel nothing but He Xuan moving inside of him, urging him closer and closer to release. His body moves in tandem with He Xuan's, a vehicle for chasing his own pleasure, and he hates it. He hates it, but he's ceding to his urges all the same, clenching up tight around He Xuan's cock to massage every last inch of it and keep it all to himself.
When release hits Diluc, it hits like a tidal wave, teeth chattering and hands coming up to dig crescents into the flesh around He Xuan's wrists. The aftermath is messy, hips jerking with every pivot of He Xuan's, and he'll have to apologize to the Goddess later for coming heavily in what once was a nice, pristine hot spring... not. Sorry not sorry, Goddess.]
[ Every single person has their limit. That in of itself is plain to see when, finally, this is what makes Diluc give into the pleasure, but it isn't as if He Xuan's thoughts stay too linear either. Not when he's already this far into it. Not when Diluc's expressions and noises of pleasure are without reserve, a show of debauchery only witnessed by one other.
Oh and with the way Diluc is clenching tightly, He Xuan isn't all that quiet either. His sharp, short breaths turn into grunts and some actual gasps, even with him able to keep up the rhythm with the exact right posture and power behind each thrust. The constricting heat around his cock feels phenomenal, and for once in a long time he considers briefly that there is some merit in chasing the fulfilment of this small task.
Diluc's abrupt hit of climax is felt easily more than heard with the way his hands grip tighter into his pale wrists, still able to mar his ghostly-pale skin. More importantly is the feeling of the way he feels his cock become squeezed wonderfully tight as a result is enough to take him over the edge. With a sharp, stuttering breath, he comes into Diluc before he realizes that is exactly what he has done. But hey, Diluc was holding onto him and He Xuan's own mind had blanked out blissfully for a moment. There was nothing to be done about it.
Though, just like that, he pulls right out of Diluc (and taking his wrists with a rough tug out of the other male's grip), probably allowing more wonderful liquid to drip or fall into what was wonderfully sacred hot springs.
He's not exactly sure what to say and thinks all is said and done, so he will just be making a beeline for his clothing now, thanks. ]
[He's never come so hard in his life, which is probably unsurprising to anyone who knows Diluc, including himself... but to think this happened thanks to someone like He Xuan is deeply frustrating.
Regardless, it's over now. If he had any anger... no, any feeling left in him whatsoever after being gutted so thoroughly, he'd cleave He Xuan in half for leaving his mess inside of him, and Diluc is instead left behind in the springs to bury his fingers in himself and scoop it out. Disgusting. Almost as disgusting as He Xuan himself, but will Diluc get over this? Maybe.
Time will tell, but for now, he doesn't even turn to look at He Xuan. Go ahead and get dressed, asshole. While you're at it, leave before Diluc thinks better of foregoing violence and grabs his sword. He'll climb out as soon as he's able and get dressed, but if He Xuan is still lingering around, he won't hear another word from Diluc. Once he's dressed, he brusquely sets off to return home without so much as a glance. Thanks for the sex??]
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Would that be worth it? Killing this man to avenge his own pride when he's already given it up by putting himself in this position? Would it be worth giving up more than what he's already lost? How much more is there to lose?
Diluc doesn't deliberate long, arriving at his answer and going still, eerily still, and quiet for a long, long moment. He came here with a goal in mind, as did He Xuan. If he's going to use him, if they're going to use each other, Diluc only has one condition:]
Expect that everything you do to me will be returned to you tenfold. After this, if you so much as look at me when the others are around, I'll kill you.
[So do whatever you want to his body, He Xuan. Diluc won't stop you, but he'll insist on taking revenge when the moment comes.]
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Though, when the other finally goes still and quiet...he still waits, patiently. He is a man who has waited centuries for his revenge. Even in a heated moment, impatience doesn't find him easy, and sure enough, Diluc's words come. ]
Tenfold? Fine, I dare you to try.
[ There is a certain curiosity to see what Diluc may attempt to (actually) unleash on him. He Xuan doubts that the man will be able to reach those standards even when their positions may be reversed. So the other is free to try to live up to that claim whenever he decides to insist on taking revenge. ]
But, if you think I could be killed by someone like you, you're a fool. An easily shamed one, at that.
[ His words are thorny, unlike the finger that's probably been jostled from its spot by now? Whatever the case, he'll resume what he was doing with it, just casually sliding it in. Here, since he's prepping him, he's at least careful for what are obvious reasons. But, he won't hesitate to add a second one soon enough. ]
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Frankly, he doesn't care if he comes to regret crossing paths with this man in the future. So long as he provides an easy path for Diluc to work towards his goal, it doesn't matter how roughly he treats him. He's had worse, much worse.]
Big words. We'll see what happens when the time comes. Until then, I'll be keeping score.
[Worked open on two fingers, Diluc bites down on his knuckle, the ache of being forced open unpleasant. At the same time, he's pushing his hips back to meet He Xuan's fingers, unwilling to be opened up, ripped apart, broken down without contributing to the effort. The sooner they can get this over with, the sooner he can make He Xuan regret accepting his proposition.]
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He Xuan, is, of course, not conservative in his own movements; it's hard to be that way, even with two fingers deep inside of the other male. Though he does keep a close watch on the other man's face, scissoring the fingers in and out without much preamble, but not with absurdly harsh movements either; considering he isn't human, he still needs to watch out for that on the bare minimum.
At least for now. Speaking of which, He Xuan scoffs in the face of Diluc's words. ]
Feel free.
[ Leaving it at that, He Xuan is going to keep at it, and when there is give, he won't hesitate to ensure his fingers touch against that pleasurable spot inside the other man at least once. ]
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That almost felt— pleasant, all things considered, and Diluc shifts his hips as if something is wrong. Surely there's some sort of mistake. At no point in this tryst has Diluc considered that he might actually feel something akin to pleasure, so— what was that just now? A fluke, surely. Diluc adjusts his hips once more, as if that might spare him from that unusual feeling.]
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Once again, He Xuan isn't the impatient sort, not by a mile, but he also isn't willing to allow this to go on far longer than necessary. The bottle nearby them is utilized again, but this time for his own cock, which is at least decently-sized for a man of his height.
The ghost king then places one hand against Diluc's hip, and with the other begins to already guide his cock straight to the other's entrance, before also beginning to slide it in, albeit slowly. Even if it isn't exactly the gentle treatment. If Diluc feels he isn't ready, he'll say, as far as He Xuan is concerned. ]
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For now, that is. He grits his teeth and hisses when He Xuan lines up their hips and presses his cock inside of him, coaxed open on it and forced to focus on his breathing to make his trespass tolerable. Exhaling makes it easier, loosely holding onto the side of the springs to keep himself upright until He Xuan is fully seated inside of him.
Though the irritation on his face is plain as day, Diluc doesn't so much as complain during the slow, tedious push inward. What an unpleasant feeling... This is exactly why he didn't want to be on the receiving end. Mark his words, He Xuan: Diluc will have his revenge.]
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That being said, by now he certainly can't go back to being purely clinical about this. Especially not with how, quite frankly, unintentionally he displayed the sort of attitude he does somewhat tamper for the purposes of ensuring he gets what he wants. So when Diluc makes those expressions, he unapologetically drinks them in, and even purposefully continues to ensure that his movements are slow, though his own intake of breath is a little heavier. It's hard to be unaffected with that pleasurable, tight heat around his cock.
Diluc's solace is perhaps that He Xuan sees no reason to brag or talk much. Though, there is point where He Xuan places his other hand on the other male's bare hip so he now has even better leverage. Which is ideal as he pulls all the way out and then sheathes himself back in all the way in one thrust, testing how the red head will receive such a deep, rough thrust. Suffice to say, the idea that Diluc intends to get back at him is the furthest thing from his mind. ]
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When He Xuan draws out nearly all the way before brusquely fucking his way back in, Diluc bodily shivers, gritting his teeth while his hands curl into fists against the side of the springs. Does he receive it well? Hard to say when he's glaring at He Xuan, but there's little heat behind his gaze, vision swimming in and out of focus.
That hurt, but more unnervingly, it also felt good. If he's glaring at He Xuan for any reason in particular, it's for having the audacity to make him moan. More than a little mortifying, but it's fine, isn't it? He'll have his revenge in time. For now, he squeezes tightly around He Xuan's cock as a means to retaliate, make it a little more difficult to move inside of him as he pleases. The fact that this has begun to feel good is deeply vexing.]
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He can see plainly that Diluc is enjoying it much as he is trying not to make it evident, not that he had much chance of that when he knew what he was doing. But, good. He's putting him in his rightful place—underneath him. Perhaps it is here where he very briefly recalls the exact words promising to pay a retribution unto him tenfold—and finds them laughable.
And yet, there the other man goes, daring to tighten incredibly around him, forcing a grunt from him. That's fine, because his hands grip tighter onto Diluc's hips, as he draws himself almost completely out with ease, and impales the red head deep on his cock once more. Roughly, harshly, and in a repetitive, constant motion that allows for hardly any chance for reprieve. Not just for the interest in seeking pleasure for his own self despite it being a primary motivation, but to see how many sounds he can force from Diluc's throat, and to see how much he can make the other become consumed further in a sea of rapture. ]
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He Xuan has made his stance clear, believing Diluc to be beneath him, but he hasn't handed over the reins to let this man do as he pleases, pushing his hips back to dictate the pace as it suits him. If He Xuan has a problem, he'll have no issue asserting himself to correct it, right?
But there's a downside to fucking himself on He Xuan beyond the obvious fact that he's, well, fucking He Xuan. It's starting to feel good, genuinely, more than it hurts. The ache where he's being fucked into is constant, but every time the tip of that cock brushes against his swollen prostate, Diluc bodily shivers.
He isn't a loud partner, far from it, but that doesn't mean He Xuan isn't succeeding in urging the occasional half-bitten sigh and moan out of Diluc. All that means for Diluc is that he has to fight harder to deny He Xuan the pleasure of seeing him come undone, biting into his forearm to stifle the worst of his moans while precum drips into the water below.]
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After all, whenever the other man moves his hips just so to meet his, it only adds more to the delicious amount of friction he feels on his cock. As a result it becomes clear that his composure lowers, even if there are unnatural points—one of which, despite all the exertion and pleasure he's experiencing in turn, he doesn't so much as flush or color. Though, his golden eyes are half-lidded, a quickened breath, and there's beads of sweat that seem to form, sliding down his face, and his naked body.
But, He Xuan doesn't intend to allow Diluc to control the pace, easily seeking the opportunity to use his strength to pull the other male's hips towards his in order to force a quicker movement on each thrust he makes. Though, he doesn't need two hands to do that, powerful as he is. He snakes one hand to shoot out to try to force the male's forearm above his head, in a non-so-gentle way, as well as grip. ]
So afraid to show vulnerability.
[ It'd be practically a sneer in more than simply words if it isn't for the fact that his breaths are coming heavier now, and his thrusts a bit more impatient in the amount of speed. ]
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It feels good, more than it ought to, and Diluc has no choice but to acknowledge that. When his arm is lifted away, he laughs, twisting to spit in He Xuan's face. You've taken enough from him already, haven't you, He Xuan? Greed is unbecoming.]
You— misunderstand.
[Even speaking is a trial of endurance right now. Overwhelming and new as this is, Diluc's aware he's approaching his limit, exhaling heavily to avoid stumbling over his every word.]
I'm not afraid of vulnerability... You don't deserve to be handed more than you've already taken from me. I never said I'd make this easy.
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But anyway, he is spat at, and it lands on his cheek. Wiping it with a hand is a waste of time, though a bit of water moves to erase the image of what he perceives to be such a childish act. ]
You protest too much.
[ But, a rebel to the end, hm? Who would've thought that they'd be brought to a point of contention; not that He Xuan cares in particular especially since at this time he hardly sees a need to make true connections with people. Regardless, Diluc isn't the only one tumbling towards the apex of all this; his short response is only evidence of that, so he mercilessly pounds into the red head with the intention to ensure that Diluc will reach his satisfaction alongside him.
...Though, He Xuan pulls his hand away from Diluc's arm, aiming to wrap his fingers around that neck, and press down to cut off some of the red head's airflow just a bit for that little stunt earlier. ]
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No... He could've seen this coming, but not what it does to him, the lack of air making his head swim and his eyes lose focus. Moreover, his skin tingles, every last inch of it including the point where their bodies connect, and very quickly, every touch becomes electric. Every thrust shakes him, throaty gasps breaking out of his throat that startle even Diluc himself with their brazenness.
It feels good. Genuinely, truly, and he'll be unpacking this for a while after the fact. Diluc audibly sighs for the first time, and there's no arguing against how good it feels, not when he can feel nothing but He Xuan moving inside of him, urging him closer and closer to release. His body moves in tandem with He Xuan's, a vehicle for chasing his own pleasure, and he hates it. He hates it, but he's ceding to his urges all the same, clenching up tight around He Xuan's cock to massage every last inch of it and keep it all to himself.
When release hits Diluc, it hits like a tidal wave, teeth chattering and hands coming up to dig crescents into the flesh around He Xuan's wrists. The aftermath is messy, hips jerking with every pivot of He Xuan's, and he'll have to apologize to the Goddess later for coming heavily in what once was a nice, pristine hot spring... not. Sorry not sorry, Goddess.]
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Oh and with the way Diluc is clenching tightly, He Xuan isn't all that quiet either. His sharp, short breaths turn into grunts and some actual gasps, even with him able to keep up the rhythm with the exact right posture and power behind each thrust. The constricting heat around his cock feels phenomenal, and for once in a long time he considers briefly that there is some merit in chasing the fulfilment of this small task.
Diluc's abrupt hit of climax is felt easily more than heard with the way his hands grip tighter into his pale wrists, still able to mar his ghostly-pale skin. More importantly is the feeling of the way he feels his cock become squeezed wonderfully tight as a result is enough to take him over the edge. With a sharp, stuttering breath, he comes into Diluc before he realizes that is exactly what he has done. But hey, Diluc was holding onto him and He Xuan's own mind had blanked out blissfully for a moment. There was nothing to be done about it.
Though, just like that, he pulls right out of Diluc (and taking his wrists with a rough tug out of the other male's grip), probably allowing more wonderful liquid to drip or fall into what was wonderfully sacred hot springs.
He's not exactly sure what to say and thinks all is said and done, so he will just be making a beeline for his clothing now, thanks. ]
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Regardless, it's over now. If he had any anger... no, any feeling left in him whatsoever after being gutted so thoroughly, he'd cleave He Xuan in half for leaving his mess inside of him, and Diluc is instead left behind in the springs to bury his fingers in himself and scoop it out. Disgusting. Almost as disgusting as He Xuan himself, but will Diluc get over this? Maybe.
Time will tell, but for now, he doesn't even turn to look at He Xuan. Go ahead and get dressed, asshole. While you're at it, leave before Diluc thinks better of foregoing violence and grabs his sword. He'll climb out as soon as he's able and get dressed, but if He Xuan is still lingering around, he won't hear another word from Diluc. Once he's dressed, he brusquely sets off to return home without so much as a glance. Thanks for the sex??]