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the aftermath of the fic, albedo gotta check if some of the liquid got in Timaeus’s mouth!!!

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dangggg,,, im scared of inazuma so this is what im doin now,, enjoy!!!

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So maybe it was part of his fault why the laboratory is burning. It's not like he was supposed to know that the bright neon green liquid could cause such an explosion unlike the slightly less brighter neon green liquid that he actually needed.

Nope, it's not his fault whatsoever even though those two vials had been helpfully labelled by the chief of alchemy, Albedo.

Okay maybe it was his fault but just by a tiny bit. A lot. He's fucked.

Timaeus looked on, eyes blank and empty, accepting his fate as it is. Perhaps he'll be let off, "It's alright,"  Albedo would smile and just cleaned up after the mess he made, which he of course, would help with. And, maybe it'll be worse than that, "You're no longer my student," he'd say, the disappointment obvious in his voice.

Either way, Timaeus knew he's fucked. Albedo don't just smile for no reason.

Now, he did try to extinguish it as best as he could but the fire only seem to grew and with that, the dread in his gut only worsened. He had to call Albedo. Rushing out, he was about to turn the corner when he ran, quite literally, into one Captain Kaeya. An 'umph' came from him, hands bracing Timaeus's shoulders.

"What's the rush," he had asked, light laughter accompanying. Timaeus was about to open his mouth when tufts of blond hair appeared from behind the one eyed captain. Albedo.

'Fuck,' Timaeus lamented. "Is everything alright, Timaeus?" The shorter man is looking straight at him now, bright turquoise eyes staring deep. Timaeus opened his mouth again, intent on telling the both of them what had happened and is happening.

"Well-" and as if on cue, the door to the lab was shattered into pieces, the explosion turning it into splinters and a resounding 'boom' broke the —previously— calm air. "That."

Albedo had dragged Timaeus by the arm then, shielding him away from the fire as Kaeya doused the fire using his vision. After minutes of "Freeze it," the fire had, thankfully, settled down.

Albedo looked at him then, "What happened Timaeus," he asked, ordered really, and by the looks of it, he already knew the answer and was only looking forward to Timaeus' response to it.

Finding that there's no way he can get out of this situation, Timaeus sighed, defeated. "Well, I mixed the wrong liquid in the potion you helped me with earlier and the rest is history," trailing off, he didn't dare to look at Albedo in the eyes, afterall it was just a simple concoction and he had fucked it up.

There was a beat of silence before a hand clamped down on Timaeus's left shoulder making him look up. "It's okay," Albedo smiled and that's when Timaeus knew he was going to die.

The blond soon left, leaving Timaeus alone with the cavalry captain, wondering what his punishment would be exactly. "If I were you, I'd prepare myself mentally," the captain chirped in, an eye —maybe both— squinted in amusement.

Night came and with that, an increasing feeling of dread in Timaeus's gut. He knew that this mistake of his wouldn't be left unpunished, and with the day ending, he couldn't help the sweats running down his back as he stay seated on the chair.

Albedo had left him a note on the door of his home, written on it was, "Be home by dusk, I'll be there soon." And here he was, fresh out of the shower, dreading the appearance of the alchemist. A sudden knock broke him out of his reverie, scrambling to his feet to get to the door.

Before he could even get a word out, Albedo pushed in, brushing past him and sitting himself on the edge of his bed. "Oh, um, hello Albedo," the other nodded in response, looking around the small room that Timaeus called home.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what happened, can you please just let this go," he rubbed his arm anxiously, hoping that it would appeal to Albedo's sympathetic nature, if he had any.

Albedo hummed, as if he was considering it, before saying, "No. Now strip."

"Pardon me?" Timaeus breathed out, stumbling backwards by an inch, stunned by what Albedo had said and meant, judging by the quirked brow and the slight smirk on his face. "Well, no, not yet. You still need to be punished afterall," he stated, as if he was talking about the weather.

Timaeus gulped, sweats forming like bullets. "Are you kidding right now," to which the other man let out a sigh for. "Do I seem like the kind of a person to kid around, Timaeus," he uttered his name almost, seductively? No, he must be imagining that but with the way the situation is escalating, he can't help but think of it that way.

"You heard me, strip."

Turquoise eyes gazed deep into him and he couldn't help but shudder under that look. Seeing that he can't really do anything in this case, he hesitantly stripped down every layers that he had on. And a deep part inside of him screamed in joy, almost as if it had been waiting for this day. Timaeus shook his head, willing the thought away.

Now, naked as the day he was born, he stood in front of the man, trying in vain to hide his genital. His body flushed red and his cheeks burning bright. Albedo spread his lap open, tapping on his thighs lightly with gloved hands. "Bend over," he ordered simply.

Timaeus spluttered, eyes wide in disbelief over what his mentor had said. Albedo merely nodded towards his lap, confirming the words that had came out of his mouth. He inched forward, with each steps making his legs shake. Fists formed as he bit his lips, and even with the different height statures, he couldn't help but feel inferior as he stood over Albedo.

Slowly, he crawled into the other's lap, awkwardly shifting himself to position himself on those strong thighs. "Uhm, are you sure that-" a hand came down his bottom. Timaeus yelped in shock, almost giving himself a whiplash as he swiftly turned to look at Albedo.

"What are, what are you doing!" The blond in question merely quirked a brow and before Timaeus could open his mouth, Albedo brought his hand down again, a quick snap that echoed in the room.

He moaned.

And just as quick, the room fell silent. Timaeus dropped his head down, groaning internally at what he just did. A palm settled on his bottom, startling him. The hand rubbed his bottom in a circular motion, almost soothingly, before Albedo leaned down right next to his ear, whispering, "You seem to enjoy that."

Another hit and Timaeus arched his back in a futile attempt to ease away the incoming pain. Strike after strike and he could feel that his cheeks was as red as his cheeks. Eyes shut, tears welling at the corner of his eyes, Timaeus could do nothing other then to just let it be.

Well, he could push the other man away, seeing as he wasn't really holding him down -not that he couldn't of course, hah- but alas Timaeus dare not to entertain the idea for he was enjoying it even though, his brain was screaming at him.

It was when a gloved finger brushed against his hole that Timaeus jolted back. "Ah! What are you-" Albedo simply cut him off by brushing against it once more making Timaeus shudder. Tearful eyes looked back into the other, gleaming, mischief filled ones. "Do you not like that Timaeus," the man said, a tint of laughter in that sentence.

Timaeus don't have an answer for that. On one hand, he did like it but on the other, this wasn't how he had imagined it in those countless imaginations of his where they both, well, fuck essentially.

At that, his blush deepened, scowling at Albedo who had a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Fuck it," Timaeus sat up the best he could, feeling the hardness grinding against the crack of his bottom, sliding in-between. "Oh," Albedo uttered, looking up at the other, eyes wide.

Hands twitching, Timaeus brought his arms up, hovering an inch shy away from Albedo's cheek, dusted with red. A gulp and he finally brought his head down to catch Albedo's lips in his, palms lightly settled on fair skin. Timaeus deepened the kiss further, slipping a tongue in, to which Albedo hummed in surprise.

A hitch of breath and Albedo was stunned momentarily at the feeling of Timaeus rubbing down on his cock, breaking away from the kiss to catch his breath. Timaeus smiled down at him, loving the effect that he had on the other; his façade crumbling, red covering his face, flushed. "Did you liked that?" This time, Timaeus was the one who whispered it into Albedo's ears.

It sent a shiver down his spine seeing that Albedo had no response to that, breathing in short, heavy huffs. "Fuck," was all that he said before he stood up, making Timaeus stumble back in the process.

Timaeus felt as if his own façade had shattered, gone was the confident filled persona of his as he stood in front of the other, not knowing what to do. Without warning, Albedo stripped down, all lean muscles and tiny scars covered his body. With a force so unexpected from the small figure, Timaeus was shoved down onto the bed, a small 'oomph' escaped his lips.

There was a moment of silence, a beat as the two looked at each other, both breathing heavily before Albedo slowly kneeled on the bed, encaging Timaeus in-between the space of his legs.

Timaeus gulped.

Not long after, Albedo's hand slowly trailed down his figure, over his chest, his navel, before settling on his cock. He circled his length with a palm, jerking it languidly, Timaeus could feel his breath quickened. The man hummed appreciatively, "Like what you see, Timaeus," he whispered his name out like a secret, a dirty little secret that only exist in this moment.

He nodded, mouth opened as his eyes seems to have a mind of its own, following the slow jerking motions of Albedo's hand, the head of his cock disappearing from his view.

"I want to hear you say it. Say how much you love looking at me jerk off, how much you've been fantasizing about this, how many times those fantasies have made you cum," with each words, Timaeus could feel himself growing hard, not only by the sight, but also by the authoritative tone that Albedo had said it with.

Dare he say, it was eliciting quite the reaction from him. Albedo stopped moving his wrists, "Say it." Timaeus hesitated before saying, "I, I love seeing you jerk your cock off, I love how the pre-cum spills all over your finger,"—Albedo continued to stroke his cock—"I've always fantasized about this happening, how I would fuck you, how you, how you would fuck me and make me scream. The amount of times I've came just by imagining you were jerking my cock."

A beat. "And I love you."

Albedo swiftly stopped.

Timaeus was, simply put, doomed. Of course he just had to ruin this whole, thing and now Albedo was going to walk away and dismiss this as if it never had happened.

But to his surprise, the other man simply let out a small laugh, "That took you long enough," before inching himself closer that his still hard cock grazed against Timaeus's chin. Beet red was the colour of his cheeks as he stared at the cock in front of him, dark red was the head and dripping with pre-cum.

He licked his lips, eyes shifting upwards to look at Albedo; a silent look of obedience and wanting to be given a permission. With lidded eyes, Timaeus lolled his tongue out, an invitation for the blond to push his cock deep down his throat. And push he did, tears welling up as he could feel the tip poking at the back of his throat.

Albedo didn't move for a while, giving Timaeus a minute of comfort and with a hum of approval, he pistoned his hips, catching the man off guard. Drool spilled and trailed down his chin and he could do nothing but to just take it in deep.

With both palms on Albedo's thighs, he braced himself upon the incoming onslaught, the other man's weight slightly settling down on his chest leaving him even more breathless as it is.

Albedo leaned over him, arms propped up on the frame of the bed, his hips wildly bucking into the wet mouth, fucking it like there's no tomorrow. Timaeus let his hands fall down to the side, gripping the bedsheets till his fists were white, his face crimson. He lets his mouth slacks open, now a mere hole for Albedo to fill with his girth.

A stutter and Albedo pulled out just as sudden, drawing out a whine from Timaeus over the lost feeling of being full. Hand fisted in tufts of brown hair, forcing Timaeus to look up to the other, "Aren't you a good little slut," he said before letting his grip loosen.

Albedo leaned down, peppering kisses all over Timaeus's skin, down his chest, navel, before settling on his crotch. A lick along the length of his cock nearly sent Timaeus over, his back arched.

He braced himself, anticipating the warm, wet cavern that was Albedo's mouth when he felt himself folded, back rested on the thighs of the man. Timaeus craned his neck, wanting to have a better look at what was happening only to see the red tongue peeking out of those lips.

That's when he felt that tongue of his lapping at his hole, his head thrown back once more. He could feel the hairs on his neck stand as Albedo flattened his tongue against his hole, the tiny hairs surrounding it brushing against his nose. He stretched a hand out to try and hold the other's head, intent in trying to stop him but an arm reached out, pinning his own on the bed.

Tiny flickers of the tongue swept lightly over the sensitive skin, his hole twitching. Albedo pursed his mouth, nipping and sucking on it, the man under him writhing; struggling under the vice grip that he had on his thigh. It was only when Albedo had prodded on his taint, that Timaeus jolted up, balancing himself upon his elbows, "Ah!" He cried out, eyes shut tight whilst Albedo continues to lick wet stripes upon it, blowing cold air over it when he finished.

The brunet slumped back down, his chest heaving; glistening underneath the light, sweat covered. With a wavering voice, Timaeus dared to speak, "Won't you, um, fuck me already?" he averted his eyes, feeling sheepish by his own unabashed question.

"Who said I was going to fuck you," Albedo chuckled, his eyes set into a fixed gaze on him, head leaned upon a palm. Timaeus felt his heart sunk at that, a look of disappoinment on his face. Hands wrapped around his legs, interrupting his thoughts as the abrupt motion pushed him back down. "We have days ahead of us, surely you can wait," the blond muttered against his shin, his cock nudging on Timaeus's thighs.

"Oh," was the only thing that crossed Timaeus's mind before he felt the cock sliding in-between the slit of his thighs; created by tightly squeezing his thighs together. Timaeus gasped at the sensation, his cock rubbing up and down against Albedo's own. Brows furrowed in concentration, Albedo rammed in, each time harder then before.

Toes curled, Timaeus could feel his climax inching closer, suppressing moans from escaping his lips. With a shuddered breath, Timaeus came, his cum landing on his stomach; mingling with the layer of sweat covering his skin. And with a hitched gasp, Albedo followed soon with his own climax, staining the insides of his thighs. Exhausted, Albedo collapsed next to Timaeus, one hand circling the brunet's waist.

Thump.

"So, about what you said, could we," Timaeus trailed off, eyes fluttering; heavy with drowsiness. A kiss on his cheek was the only answer given to him, a pair of lips hovering next to his ear, "Go to sleep, Timaeus."

And sleep he did, a comforting warmth staying by his side all night long.

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a lil rosaria

[mitsukijuni]

yet another smut fic of mondstadt npcs, this time Wagner and his apprentice, Schulz🤥

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Summer in Mondstadt means days of living through hell for us blacksmiths.

While the others are busy frolicking around in the grassy hills, winds intertwining in between their hair, the both of us are trapped in this cramped space; sounds of metal pounding against metal, water evaporating swiftly into hot mist as hot red iron was dunked into it. The small canopy on top our heads a slight reprieve from the smoldering heat.

With that said, the heat is a blessing in disguise. Summer in Mondstadt could mean a lot of things to others, but to me summer means that my master, Wagner, strips himself off of his shirt more often than any other seasons.

Opportune time for me to let my eyes wander about.

The scars scattered on his arm attracting my eyes, moving like water as he flexes his hand, shoulder blades tensing, hammering down on a rod; shaping it. Sweat dripping down his chest, making him gleam in the light. His presumably rock hard abs clenching as he heaved yet another lift with his hammer.

Although, this does bring some unwanted attention from the others, the town folks walking by our store repeatedly, sometimes even pretending to forget something, their actions deliberate and yet he seem to take no notice. Hell, even Captain Kaeya made a move on my master, leaning in too close for comfort, his only eye lidded with obvious lust.

Okay, maybe I am being a bit overprotective. Not my fault he's so hot.

I never knew when the seed of this —whatever it is— had been planted deep in my heart. But the one thing that I do know of is that, he'd probably never reciprocate this feeling that I have for him, the thought of it making my heart aches. Does he even, feel anything for me, I catch myself wondering at times.

Even when I had begged to him, face facing down into the dirt below, to accept me as his apprentice, he had begrudgingly took me under his wings. Every time I had presented to him a new craft of mine, a simple huff would be his answer before he melts it back down. But, its fine. As long as I get to be by his side, I would be fine admiring from the side.

"Oi!"

A hand; calloused and bigger than mine, circled my wrist, pulling it away roughly. I winced, the hold tight, almost bruising. "Watch what you're doing," he scolded, brows furrowed deeply. The slight panic in his voice alarming me back to reality. I raised my eyes to look at his bearded face, confused as to what happened that elicited such a reaction. That's when I noticed, the melted ore dripping down, my hand mere inches from it and nearly disintegrating my hand had it not been for him.

Silence fell, the topic dropped, faster than I could craft a dagger. The air around us tense as we continue to work and if there was a distance between us whenever we passed each other, neither of us did acknowledge it.

"Wanna go out for a drink?" I had blurted out, a silent hitch of breath escaping my mouth, scolding myself internally. He looked up, his dark eyes gazing into my own, his workspace now tidied and put away. "Sure," I almost missed it with how quiet he had whispered it out. My face lit up but I scrambled for words, explaining to him that he isn't obligated too but the tangent was cut short, "It's okay, Schulz. Let's just go already."

Knowing that I'd never get any other chance like this, I gathered myself, quickly catching up to his retreating figure, already heading towards Angel's Share. "Wait up, master!" I shouted, as I near him, walking briskly, following his pace. The night was silent, cicadas chirps filling it, when he said, "Just Wagner is fine, we're off work." It was my turn to stare at him, wondering since when he's become so, talkative. I hesitated.

"Okay, Wagner."

By the time we had reached the tavern, drinks were passed around, men and women stuffing their bellies with wine and countless pints of beers. The young lad, Venti was there too, drunk as it seems by how flushed his face had became. We sat on opposite ends, facing each other, between us a single pint of beer each.

Few minutes passed, the drink in my mug almost finished and yet not a single word was exchanged, leaving us-maybe just me-in an uncomfortable silence. The bearer stopped by our table many times, each time leaving a mountain of alcohol. And each time I drank and drank until I could no longer see the man in front of me clearly.

"I like you, Wagner."

I had messed up, I knew that and yet, I couldn't help but to gush out all of my feelings; bottled and finally being let out. Wagner sat there, his drink untouched. Empty beer mugs filled the space between us, the sight of the wooden table underneath vanished. By the time I had finished venting, an awkward silence hung amid us.

Wagner stood up, silently heading towards the bar, his pouch in hand. That's it, I was rejected, point blank. He must have left by now, the seat in front of me now vacant, my head hung low, tears brimming. A hand awkwardly clamped down on my drooping shoulder, sweat warming the spot. I glanced up, slowly meeting black eyes, red hue staining his cheeks.

He came back.

"Do you want to, um, come back to my place?" he sheepishly said, his other hand massaging his nape. I looked at him, surprised at what he had just said. With each seconds passing by, the red shade on his face grew brighter. "So, you're going to come or-"

"Yes!"

Or so I said, brimming with confidence too. But now as I sat on top of his bed, palms gripping onto my knees tightly, my thoughts wandered wildly to where this would lead us. Wagner waltz into the room, face still flushed from the amount of beers and ciders he had swallowed.

Rustling caught my attention; the man trying to —clumsily— untie the laces of his corset. The saliva welling in my throat felt heavy, I swallowed it before nearing his stumbling figure. "Would you like a hand, with that?" Wagner looked down at it for a second, accusing almost before relenting; his arms hanging limply by his sides.

Shakily, I held the ribbons, sweaty palms making me lose my grip on it. I let out a nervous laughter to which Wagner replied with a warm smile, my giggles fading, bright red blushing my cheeks.

We stood in silence, my fingers deftly working on the ties of the corset, metal clasps making a loud 'snap' sound that echoed in the room. I became aware that, the both of us are alone, in his room, whilst I was untying his corset and we're alone and I could see the chest hair peeking through from the laces of his shirt and

I have an erection.

'Fuck, why now,' I lamented, tilting my head back in frustration.

"Is everything alright, Schulz?"

And my erection grew harder, the way my name rolled off his tongue, albeit it came out slurred, was just incredibly sexy. My thighs shifting, trying my best to cover up said growing problem. Wagner however, was sober enough that he noticed the tent, proceeded to grope it, a drunken crooked smile creasing the corner of his lips.

"Wagner, wait!" At this, his hand stopped, the air becoming tense by the seconds. "You're not thinking right, let's send you to be-" my words were cut off with a simple punch to my shoulder, eyes wide as I looked at the taller man. "Schulz, you idiot. Why else do you think I invited you here?"

Oh.

I stared off to the side, feeling the embarassment creeping up my neck, unwilling to make any sort of eye contact with him. Calloused hand cradled my face, bringing me forward to look at him, warmth in his gaze as he lowered his head down, meeting my lips halfway.

The room, only lit by a candle, left us in darkness. Harsh breaths echoed in my ears as we deepened the kiss, my mouth clumsy against his own, experienced one. I let out a yelp when his hand brushed against my groin, making a shiver run down my spine.

Wagner's lips slowly moved away, leaving a trail of saliva and started to mouth at my neck, "You seem to enjoy this," he whispered with a tint of humour in his tone. "You don't even know the extent of it," I sighed out as his hand continues to rub against my cock.

A clank of metal and my cock was out, twitching upon hitting the cold air. The first stroke made me lean against the wooden wall, lips still attached on my neck, as Wagner leisurely jerk me off.

Hitched whines and gasp was the only sound that came out of me, his fingers lightly scratching the sensitive head before he flatted his palm against it, rubbing and rubbing until drool dribbled down my chin. "Fuck Wagner," I breathed out, eyes rolled back when he cupped my balls, rolling it in between his palm.

Suddenly, he ceased all of his doings, making me groan in frustration. "Can't have all the fun," untying the laces of his pants, Wagner sat on the bed; creaking under his weight, expectant as he looked at me. I gulped.

This was my first time doing anything remotely sexual afterall.

Kneeling in front of him hesitantly, I looked meeting the lust filled stare of his before opening my mouth and taking him whole. Which proved to be a mistake since moments later, I spluttered, choking on his length. Wagner's finger trailed over my throat, comforting, as his other hand slowly direct my head into motion.

Taking in his cock, inch by inch and with the help of Wagner, I was able to reach the base, breathing loudly at the effort taken. Wagner growled out a moan, the sound so feral making my own cock spasm. Mouth stretched open, painful yet pleasurable, I bobbed my head up and down, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

"Is this okay?" I asked, the words muffled and the only indication that Wagner was feeling anything, was the grip in my hair tightening. A popping sound echoed as I stopped to take a breather, momentary it seems when Wagner grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth, leaving me gasping and holding onto his knees.

Just as sudden it happened, he halted, although his hips are still trying to buck into my throat. "Come on," was all the warning that he gave, dragging me up the bed effortlessly. 

Wagner, now stripped fully, crawled over me, his whole figure encaging mine. A dip and a kiss and I was writhing under him, clawing at any muscled surface I could reach. Tongue licking stripes over my neck, chest, stomach, and finally settling against my taint, leaving me a shuddering mess. Lapping at my puckered hole, he inserted a finger making my whole body tense.

He studied my face for a while, inserting another finger in, rubbing and searching for something. "Ah!" Wagner smiled, knowing. He pressed down, stroking it over and over, pre-cum pooling at the tip of my cock, face now scarlet all over. Mouth wide open as I tried to suck in air, desperate before Wagner took his fingers out, leaving me craving and hole throbbing in need.

Arms laid limp by my side, reaching out to spread my cheeks revealing my hole to Wagner, “Please,” a sharp intake of breath and he was on top of me once again, stealing all my air with a kiss, hands clumsy on my waist. I moaned into the kiss when I felt the nudging of the tip of his cock against my hole. 

Carefully, he pushed in, a gasp of pain released from my lips; breaking the kiss. Wagner braced an arm before leaning down, nipping and kissing my collarbones in an attempt to soothe my nerves down. It took minutes but finally, he was fully sheathed in. "Can I move?" Wagner breathed out, face scarlet and brows furrowed.

And with a nod, he moved. First, out all the way before going back in, making sure that I was opening up to his length. Tongue finds it to way my nipples, sucking in and sending jolts of pleasure, taking me away from the numbing pain.

He soon picked up his speed, brushing against that one spot, flashes behind my eyes. Muscled arms came to cradle my figure, bringing me closer to his chest as he slammed into me. Mouth wide open, a silent scream hitched, and with each thrusts I couldn't help but to just hang onto him.

Heat coiled in my gut and sweats trickled down my back; I am close, that I was certain of. Wagner seems to know that too, a warm palm circling my cock, jerking me in time with the thrust.

"Wagner, I, ah! I'm going to-" a kiss cut me off, moustache tickling against my chin. And with just a few more thrust of hips, I was cumming in his hand, stomachs splattered white and my insides filled.

We fell back into the bed, Wagner shifting his weight off of me, his cock slowly going soft in me. "Well, how's that for a first date," I laughed at that, Wagner letting out a huff. I let out a small whine when he pulled out of me. "Don't cry, there'll be a next time."

And to that, I looked at him, shocked.

"There's a next time?" My face was dusted red when Wagner gave me a look. "Of course there'll be a next time," hand ruffled my hair, making it unkempt even more. Smiling at him, I leaned forward to give him a kiss, Wagner grinning back into it.

"I like you too, Schulz."

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fuck it, smut fic of mondstadt npcs.

Lawrence x Swan a.k.a the two guards stationed outside of mondstadt

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"Lawrence, where do you think you're putting your hands right now?"

The wind blew softly, making me shudder, dandelion seeds carried by the gust. Tonight, like any other night, consisted of us standing guard by the gate; ensuring the safety of its civilians. Well, that's how it's supposed to be anyway.

But, with how Lawrence's hands were wandering around, tugging on the knots of my armour, I almost forgot what were we standing by for. Almost.

"Quit it, Lawrence, we're on duty," hushed tone, my teeth gritting as I slapped away the hands resting on my hips. Strands of blond hair tickling my nape, making me muffled a giggle from being let out.

"Hmm, but you seem to be enjoying this, Swan," he whispered, mouthing words on my neck, wetting it with spit that cools as it hit the cold air. "It does not matter whether or not"-one hand reaching out to shove the intruding head resting on my shoulder-"I enjoy this. My point still stands that, we are on duty."

And yet he continues to nip, sucking my skin that I could feel the hickeys forming. I covered my mouth, the sounds in my throat threatening to spill out. It wasn't until he trailed a finger over my larynx that I let out a squeak, the sound echoing.

"Have you no shame Lawrence!" I turned to look at him, his hands still wrapped around my waist, only to be met with a kiss. Tongues mingling, teeth clashing as he tugged against my locks; sending a spark down my groin.

"You speak of shame but look at yourself Swan," a grin on his lip, his hands shifted down, palming my cock through my breeches. I bit my mouth, preventing the moans from spilling out. With only a few strokes, my cock had grown to full hardness, making me squirm in discomfort.

He grinned, enjoying the shift in my demeanor, my legs shuffling in an effort to hide the painful erection. "Need help with that, Swan?" I hissed at him, his smirk only grew wider. Boots grinding against soil, I stepped towards him, gripping his hair before forcing my lips onto his own. Lawrence squealed, surprised by the suddenness of it all before melting into the touch. Eyes fluttering close as he pushed his tongue, mingling with my own.

The kiss, for a lack of better word, was wild. Breaths blending, sweats dripping down our forehead, and teeth clashing. Little moans and sighs was let out, not knowing which one is whose as he backed me up into the box of crates. Hands slid down my sides, resting snugly on my hips. Breaking away from the kiss, I put a hand in between us, making him stop with his eyes lidded. "Do we have to do it here?" I breathed out, wiping away the trail of drool dripping down my chin.

"We can go somewhere else, but we wouldn't want to risk any shady people getting in the gates now, do we," he snickered, eyes filled with mirth. I punched him lightly on the shoulder, before cradling his face once more, continuing from where we left. A sudden moan escaped my lips, his knee nudged in between my legs, rubbing against the growing hardness.

Arms encaged my figure, my back aching as I leaned further back into the hard wood. Eager hands tugged my trousers down, the cool breeze making my cock twitch. Calloused palm covered the tip, my hips thrusting into the hand uncontrollably. "You're so sensitive"-a rub against my frenulum, eyes wide, my lower half spasming-"especially, here."

His wrists continue to work on my cock, jerking me till pre-cum started to pool at the tip of it. Feeling the wet sensation, he kneeled down in front of me; mouth wide open and tongue lolled out, waiting.

My cheeks grew red, the view making me let out a deep groan as I combed my fingers in between his hair, gripping tightly. Slowly, I pushed the tip of my cock in, hissing as the damp warmth surrounded my length. Lawrence took it with no problem, cheeks hollowed out and sucking me in deeper, his tongue licking little stripes at the base of my cock.

A hand reached out towards me, quickly locking my fingers with his. My hips thrusting in slowly-the wet slurps tingling my ears, before I quickened my pace, each thrusts hitting the back of his throat making him whine.

Movement caught my eyes, seeing that Lawrence was shuffling his thighs together, awkwardly, looking for some sort of release. I chuckled, my feet caressing his erection, making him choke on my cock, spluttering.

Toes wiggling as I tried to move along the outlines of his pants, the hard length nudging against my own digits. Puff of breaths could be seen in the cold air, the other breathing heavily with the ongoing stimulation happening.

It wasn't until I came in his mouth, lips swollen; slick with cum, that he himself came, back arching. I could feel the wetness growing, soiling his pants and covering my toes in it. Wind blew softly, making my bare half shiver as Lawrence stood up, towering over my figure. He dipped his head down, my lips meeting his halfway, tasting salt as he swirled his tongue against mine.

By the time we separated, we were both left breathless, a thin thread of saliva connecting; the light of the moon glinting off of it. I jumped when Lawrence pinched my sides, startled and glaring at him, a wide grin on his face. A peck was left on my cheek as he fumbled with my pants, clumsily pulling it up my legs, the texture of it making my overstimulated cock twitch.

My mouth opened, ready to reprimand the still smiling man when the sounds of clapping could be heard. Our heads turned towards the source of noise, gradually before settling on a pair of shiny boots, sets of eyes trailing upwards, settling upon an eye; filled with glee as the colour on both our faces left.

"I presume you lovebirds are ready to return to your stations then?"

"Cap-Captain Kaeya, you got it all wron- I mean, we were just," I stammered out, bullets of sweat dripping down my nape, hands gesturing wildly. His lithe figure leaned against the rock wall, arms crossed eagerly waiting for my answer to come. Lawrence stepped up earning a raise of an eyebrow from Captain Kaeya, his mouth shaped into an 'o', expectant.

"I was sucking his dick, Captain."

Idiot!

To my surprise, the other let out a laughter, "Yes, I did see that," to which I could feel my cheeks flaming with shame. "Well, it's not a big deal, just go back to your posts if you're finished," he waved us off, retreating back into the town, going off to do whatever it is he does. Lawrence and I locked eyes, giggling at the absurdity of the situation before retreating to our respective posts, few steps closer, an arm length away from the other.

Wait, was he watching us the whole time?