[ 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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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??]