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Wanderer had always been a light sleeper.
He would never admit it, but he was scared of sleeping. He always thought back to the last day he saw his mother. It was centuries ago, and yet, Wanderer could recount the memory like it was yesterday:
His mother showing him around Shakkei Pavilion…marveling over the red hues of the maple trees…mistakenly believing this was their new home…
His mother had sat under one of the maple trees. He took a seat beside her, enjoying the scenery and the time he was able to spend with her. He leaned against the trunk and rested his head on her shoulder.
And just like that, he fell asleep.
If only he had known that was the last time he would see her.
When he woke up, he was alone.
Wanderer never truly fell asleep since then. If someone asked why he slept lightly, he would tell them it’s because of the nature of his previous work, but deep down he knew it all stemmed back to that one day. There was always fear festering in the back of his mind, making him key in on the slightest changes in light, sound, or movement.
So when a bluish glow lit up the room he and Kazuha were sleeping in, he immediately sat up, turning to check on him.
Kazuha was still there, lying next to him in the same position he was when they fell asleep. The realization that he wasn’t alone was so relieving that he almost laid back down again.
Almost.
He glanced around the room before he realized the light was coming from himself. The majority of it was eminating from the large symbol on his chest, but the small lines running along his body and around his neck were glowing as well.
In all his centuries of living, he had only glowed under one circumstance: overflowing emotions. Considering his past, said emotion was typically negative. His enemies always froze in fear when he was about to deal the final blow, and the blue reflection in their eyes was something he would never forget.
But there were no enemies in sight right now. In fact, the opposite of an enemy was beside him at this very moment.
Wanderer and Kazuha had just starting dating, and not once in their relationship had he felt any negative emotions. So the question was, why was he glowing?
They were currently staying at the Wangshu Inn. It was late when they arrived in Liyue, so all they had done was check in to their room, wash off in the baths, and then go to sleep.
Nothing particular had happened. The only exciting thing Wanderer could remember was the way Kazuha had sat super close to him in the bath.
Despite being a couple, they had yet to engage in anything beyond kissing. Merely watching Kazuha shed his shirt was enough to make Wanderer avert his eyes. He had quickly removed his clothes while Kazuha was turned around and hopped in the bath, sinking down until only his head was showing.
When Kazuha joined him, he sat right next to Wanderer. It was enough so that their thighs were touching. Neither of them had opted for the towels available for guests, so he could feel Kazuha’s skin against his as he relaxed into the water with a sigh.
Wanderer couldn’t help himself. He stole a glance downwards as Kazuha closed his eyes and stretched his limbs in bliss.
And, oh my, there it was.
It certainly hadn’t seemed that big under the flowy fabric of his shorts—not that Wanderer was looking that closely.
“Ah, this is so nice,” Kazuha turned towards him, and Wanderer had to pretend like he hadn’t just ogled his dick. “It’s like being back in Inazuma.”
He nodded in agreement. The water was indeed pleasant, but he had a faint inkling that the warmth he was feeling had less to do with the temperature of the bathwater and more to do with the fact that Kazuha was everything he thought he was and more.
Wanderer tried to ignore the odd, tingling feeling that was spreading within him as they spent the rest of their bath in relaxing silence. Once they were finished, they toweled themselves dry and put on one of the inn’s thin nightrobes. When they went back to their room, they got into bed and went to sleep
Or, at least, Kazuha did.
Wanderer was still currently glowing, and it was with a crushing horror that he realized that feeling from the bath had not gone away.
It was a throbbing ache that settled deep in his groin. The blue lights pulsed in time with it, ebbing and flowing as they danced across his skin.
Wanderer closed his eyes in mortified resignation.
So this was really happening.
He was glowing because he was horny.
If that was the case, then he needed to go take care of it on his own.
He pulled the covers away gently and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He stood slowly, hoping the floors wouldn’t creak.
“Wanderer?”
Well, shit.
Wanderer turned around to see Kazuha yawning and rubbing his eyes. He was tempted to just coax him back to sleep, but then Kazuha gasped, and Wanderer knew it was too late to get out of his mess.
“What’s going on?” Kazuha sat up fully, scooching closer. The robe did nothing to dim the light, and Kazuha brushed his fingertip against the glowing lines that shone through the fabric. “Is something wrong with your vision?”
“No, it’s not my vision.” Wanderer answered, dreading where this conversation was going to lead them.
“What is it then?” Kazuha stared at his body curiously, his fingers trailing along the lines. “I’ve never seen this happen to you before.”
“I—” Wanderer started, but he couldn’t finish.
What was he supposed to say?
I got so turned on thinking about your dick that I started to glow?
There was no way he was admitting to that!
“I just—sometimes...” Wanderer cringed internally. There was no way he could formulate a fitting response to this. “My body. Sometimes it—ah!” Wanderer flinched as Kazuha accidentally bumped one of his nipples.
He shut his mouth, hoping he wasn’t too loud, and Kazuha pulled his hand back as well.
They were both silent, staring owlishly at each other when the light from Wanderer’s body suddenly flashed bright before burning out entirely. The room was pitch black for a second before it returned, casting blue hues along both of their bewildered expressions.
“Um,” Kazuha hesitated. “Did you just…flicker?”
Wanderer wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in the ground.
Now what was he supposed to say?!
“Are you, perhaps...” Kazuha looked at him quizzically. He seemed deep in thought, which made his next words hit Wanderer with enough embarrassment to last the rest of his immortal life. “You know, excited?”
Wanderer was speechless. He couldn’t tell if he was thankful or not that Kazuha guessed it so soon.
There was no use in hiding it anymore though, so he dropped his facade and tried his best to explain.
“I’m sorry, Kazuha,” Wanderer lowered his gaze in shame. “My body does this when I get overwhelemed. It’s just…I never expected it to happen over this. I think it’s because I saw you in the bath.”
He received no answer, and the pit in his stomach only grew worse. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing Kazuha’s expression, so he kept his gaze down.
“I-I didn’t mean to look, really.”
He totally did mean to look.
“It was a mistake.”
It was not a mistake.
“But, I couldn’t stop thinking about it after I saw it.”
That, at least, was the truth.
He was met again with silence, and Wanderer was about to apologize again when Kazuha spoke up.
“Can I take a look?”
“Take a look?” Wanderer met Kazuha’s gaze with mild surprise. He hadn’t expected this reaction. “But aren’t you bothered?”
“I think you’re misunderstanding.” Kazuha pulled Wanderer back onto the bed and moved closer. “Just what about what you’ve told me would bother me?”
“Well,” Wanderer tried to gather his thoughts, but it was hard to think with how intense the ache between his legs grew at their proximity. “When others looked at me like that, it was a little…”
He thought back to all leering stares he’d garnered over the years, especially during his time with the Fatui. Back then, he’d thought they were no better than scum, and now look at him. He was doing the same thing to Kazuha!
“But what if it was me looking?” Kazuha guided Wanderer towards the head of the bed, pushing on his chest to get him to recline against the pillows. He placed his hands on Wanderer’s knees, tapping his fingers against them. “What would you think then?”
Kazuha pulled his knees the slightest bit apart, and Wanderer’s mind shortcircuited, completely forgetting what Kazuha had just said.
“This whole night you’ve been like this because you caught of glimpse of me, right?” Kazuha continued as he slotted himself between Wanderer’s knees. His hands went for the bow that held his robe intact, fingers running dangerously along the delicate string. “So isn’t it only fair if you let me take a look at you?”
Wanderer looked down at the bow, watching Kazuha twirl one of the loose ends between his fingers. “You’re right,” he answered. “And it’s not like I want to hide anything. It would actually make me very happy to show you.”
Despite saying so, Wanderer felt shy all of the sudden. It had come to this point though, and there was no turning back. This was what he’d been hoping for ever since they’d gotten in the bath together, so he reached for the other end of the bow and gave it a swift tug, undoing the knot and pulling his robe open.
Without being filtered by fabric, the blue light became brighter, bathing the room in a cozy atmosphere.
Wanderer kept his eyes on Kazuha, observing his every reaction. The first thing he heard was the sound of Kazuha’s breath hitching as he drank in the scene before him. He watched Kazuha’s eyes travel along his chest, staring at the glowing symbol before moving lower and then pausing.
He knew exactly what Kazuha was transfixed on. After receiving his vision, Wanderer noticed a new mark had appeared on his body. It was an anemo symbol, one that had mysteriously engraved itself right below his navel, and right now it was shining bright, illuminating Kazuha’s hungry gaze.
Kazuha reached out to touch it, swiping his thumb over the symbol and prodding lightly at his belly. He let his fingertips drag lower, towards more sensitive areas, and Wanderer’s muscles tensed under his gentle ministrations. His hand was so close to the aching sensation that threatened to consume his mind, and Wanderer had to stop himself from lifting his hips just to make them meet.
As Kazuha’s fingers grazed downwards, he lifted his finger right before the spot Wanderer wanted him to touch most. His clit was throbbing, the tiny bud red and swollen. Wanderer let his knees fall further apart, hoping it might convince Kazuha to touch him more.
Kazuha’s pupils were blown wide as his roaming eyes scoured Wanderer’s body. “How long have you been like this?” he asked, his voice breathless as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “It’s practically dripping down your thighs.”
He reached forward again, and Wanderer let out a surprised yelp as he felt Kazuha’s fingers glide along his inner thighs. He hadn’t realized how much he’d been leaking, but the evidence was clear in the way Kazuha smeared his arousal along his smooth skin.
“And it’s all coming from right here,” Kazuha mused, smirking as he placed both hands on Wanderer’s thighs and pushed them further apart, situating himself on his stomach as he leaned down to take a closer look.
Wanderer squeaked at Kazuha’s proximity, feeling his warm breath on his clit and moaning as he felt Kazuha’s thumbs along the edge of his pussy, spreading him apart. He could feel the cool air hitting his sensitive flesh, his hole twitching as Kazuha kept it wide open.
When he let go, Kazuha teased his slit with his fingers, tracing the outline of his lips before plunging his forefinger through his tight entrance. “Ah!” Wanderer cried out as he moved his finger in and out, his digit meeting no resistance with how wet he was.
Only a few seconds passed before Kazuha added a second finger, moving them faster. With each thrust of his fingers, Wanderer gasped, face flushing as he heard the obscene squelching sounds coming from his pussy.
Kazuha came to a sudden stop, his fingers still lodged within Wanderer’s tight walls. He sweeped them around, pressing down into the soft, forgiving flesh. He pulled them out slowly, a long string of clear juices connecting them together. When it broke, Kazuha brought his fingers to his lips, tasting the salty slick with his tongue.
“K-Kazuha,” Wanderer stuttered as he watched him lick the rest of his fingers clean. He sat up from the pillows, taking the opportunity to pull his arms out of the sleeves of his robe, tossing it off the bed.
“Let me see you again,” Wanderer whispered, almost breathless as he saw the outline of Kazuha’s cock pressing against the fabric of his robe. He reached for the knot, glancing up at Kazuha for his approval.
Kazuha swallowed audibly before nodding, and Wanderer beamed. He’d been waiting for this moment the whole night. He pulled the knot apart and threw the robe open, leaving nothing for the imagination.
Kazuha’s cock stood firm, bobbing slightly in the air. He was already leaking precum, the thin fluid glistening at the tip and running down his shaft.
Wanderer was mesmerized. He leaned down, tentatively wrapping his hand around it, making Kazuha gasp in the process. It felt warm within his grasp, and as he twisted his hand around the base and pumped it slowly, he felt it twitch.
More precum was beading at the tip, and before Wanderer could process what he was doing, his lips had already closed around the head, his tongue swirling around the slit, lapping up whatever came out.
“Mnghh!” Kazuha moaned as Wanderer suckled at his tip, his hand coming to rest in his hair. He gripped the locks tighter, struggling against the urge to push him down further.
Wanderer could feel the way Kazuha’s hand continued to clench and relax in his hair. He sensed Kazuha’s control slipping, and he was on the verge of losing control himself. His clit was begging for stimulation, and his mind was screaming for him to take what was in front of him.
In the end, Kazuha lost control first. “I’m sorry,” he said between breaths, tugging Wanderer off of his cock with a wet pop. “But…I can’t cum yet.” He pulled Wanderer onto his lap and wrapped his hands around his waist, grinding his cock against the outside of his pussy.
Wanderer jolted at the sudden contact on his clit, mewling in satisfaction with the rubbing motion. “Please,” Kazuha whispered in his ear, hugging onto him tightly as he moved their bodies against each other. “Please let me in.”
Wanderer glanced down, watching Kazuha’s cock slide between his lips, the head leaking profusely as it nudged against his clit over and over again. It was quite a sight, but what Wanderer really wanted was to see Kazuha’s cock disappear inside of him. He wanted to sink down on it and watch Kazuha fall apart as he rode him.
He reached down and held Kazuha’s cock still, rubbing against the shaft as few times before lifting himself over the head. With careful precision, Wanderer lowered himself, grazing his clit on the tip before directing it between his lips.
He was met with resistance as he tried to push himself down, gripping onto Kazuha’s shoulders with trembling hands as his body stretched to accommodate the intrusion. “F-fuck,” he said as it became borderline painful. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done anything like this. His body was essentially a virgin’s.
“Don’t push yourself too hard.” Kazuha removed his hands from Wanderer’s waist, cupping his cheeks instead. “Look at me, dear,” he spoke, leaning forward to press their lips together. It was soft and chaste, and when he pulled back, he smiled as he saw Wanderer attempt to hide his blush. “Just focus on what I’m doing, alright?”
He tried to redirect Wanderer’s attention. One hand traveled to his nape, lightly pulling his hair to reveal more of his neck. He plastered little kisses all over his porcelain skin, occasionally nipping at him as his other hand traveled lower.
“O-oh,” Wanderer gasped as he felt Kazuha’s fingers along his clit. He began to pant as his fingers swiped over it in circles, their combined juices making the motion much easier.
The sensations on his neck and clit were enough to distract him from the pain of stretching beyond his limit. Before he knew it, the head of Kazuha’s cock had popped through his tight entrance, his pussy clenching down on it involuntarily.
“Hah…hah…” Wanderer focused on his breathing, bracing himself with every inhale and then sinking further with every exhale.
Kazuha’s fingers faltered as Wanderer made progress. The way his hole spasmed around his cock was heavenly. When he finally took him in his entirety, Kazuha bit down on his neck, hands grabbing desperately at his hips to hold him closer.
“Mnghh.” Kazuha sucked at the spot on his neck, trying to reign in his desire to thrust upwards into the inviting heat fluttering around his cock. His hands found their way to Wanderer’s petite breasts, squeezing them a little harder than he’d intended.
“You made such a pretty sound when I touched these earlier,” he said as he rubbed his sensitive nipples, feeling them harden between his fingertips. He gave them a pinch, elicitng a high-pitched whimper from Wanderer. “You’ll keep making those sounds for me, won’t you?”
Kazuha didn’t give Wanderer a chance to respond before he closed his lips around one of his nipples, biting lightly at the hardened bud before sucking on it. He continued to massage his other breast with one hand, his free hand traveling south to rub at Wanderer’s clit again.
“Ah!” Wanderer cried out, his body heating up as the stimulation from being filled and having his clit and nipples played with became too much to bear. “Kazuha! Kazuha!” he panted, his pussy clenching tight as he fought against his impending orgasm.
Wanderer grit his teeth, biting his lip as he lifted himself upwards, eyes rolling back as Kazuha’s cock dragged along a sensitive spot within him. When the tip threatened to slip out, he sunk himself down again with a heavy cry.
He continued to bounce on his cock, repeating the motion with a fervent vigor.
He was so close.
So, so, close.
But he didn’t want to go over the edge without taking Kazuha with him.
So he rode him fast and hard, swallowing his cock with every dip of his hips.
Up and down and up and down.
Kazuha was moaning, and Wanderer could feel the vibrations go straight through his nipple. He whined in response, his whole body on fire.
It was all too much.
He clenched tight, and with a dizzying cry, he threw his head back and came.
“Nnghh!” Wanderer started shaking, his thighs aching from the motion as his whole body stiffened. All of the pent up tension from the night coiled in his gut and released in a satisfying wave that shook his senses.
The blue lights coursing along his skin flickered momentarily before burning out again. As soon as the room went dark, Wanderer felt a distinct warmth erupt within him.
Kazuha grunted in pleasure as he coated Wanderer’s insides with cum. He grabbed the back of Wanderer’s neck and smashed their lips together. As their bodies moved slowly against one another, they rode out the rest of their orgasms.
Wanderer pulled away from the kiss after they both calmed down. The room was pitch black, and his eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light. He went to lift himself off Kazuha’s lap when he felt strong hands on his hips, keeping him still.
“You’re leaving so soon?” Kazuha asked, and Wanderer rolled his eyes.
“Stop that,” he laughed, hugging Kazuha close as he laid his head on his shoulder. “You’re going to make me glow again, you know?”
“I know. I’ll stop.” Kazuha lifted him up, sighing as his cock slid out. He leaned back onto the bed, pulling Wanderer down to lay on his chest before yawning and hugging onto him tightly. “Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”
Wanderer nodded.
Of course, he’d be able to sleep.
And if he and Kazuha made this a nightly thing, he was sure he’d become a very sound sleeper in the future.