#❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . the regrator . ic .

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Mitya had been back in Schneznaya for a few hours now, dressed in his warm cloak as he walks his way through the grand halls that he'd grown accustomed to. He takes his familiar path, greeting people along his way. His excitement grows as he gets closer to his destination, quietly opening the door and sneaking into the room.

He drapes his arms over Pantalone's shoulders, leaning into let his lips graze along the older man's ear. "I'm home, моя любовь." Mitya purrs, resting his hands against the regrator's chest. "Did you miss me?" . @ghoulsmuses .

          𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎���𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄    ;    going  over  reports,  loan  payments,  tax  payments  and  all  that  the  Northland  bank  required  him  to  verify.  It  wasn’t  the  most  exciting  of  jobs,  but  Pantalone  enjoyed  it.  It  soothed  a  deepest  ache  in  his  souls  to  look  at  the  figures  they  were  making,  to  know  that  money  would  never  ever  be  a  problem  for  them.  

            Distracted  by  graphs  and  numbers,  violet  eyes  growing  heavy,  Pantalone  missed  the  soft  noises  of  the  door  opening,  and  the  shadow  that  walked  into  his  office.  Only  when  a  familiar  body  draped  itself  over  his  back,  arms  laced  around  his  neck  did  Pantalone  realise  who  was  home.  

            ❛      золотце ,  you’re  home…      ❜    he  whispered,  violet  eyes  wide  and  heart  beating  fast.  He  had  missed  Dmitri,  had  missed  him  more  than  he’d  like  to  admit.  And  to  have  his  precious  boy  back  made  him  oddly  soft  ━━━━━━  perhaps  it  was  the  late  hours  of  the  night.  ❛      I  did  miss  you  very  much,  моя  радость  дорогая  .  Have  you  returned  today?  How  long  have  you  been  home?      ❜

            The  regrator  asked,  hands  settling  on  top  of  Mitya’s  over  his  chest,  holding  them  softly  ━━  reverently  ━━  as  he  enjoyed  the  warmth  of  the  younger  male  around  him.  

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        𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊  𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄    ;    Pantalone  disliked  travelling  by  ship,  it  made  him  seasick  very  often,  but  he  also  disliked  putting  fate  in  the  hands  of  the  sea  ━━━  treacherous  and  unruly,  unpredictable.  He  much  preferred  waypoints,  faster  and  a  lot  safer  in  his  opinion  though  because  he  did  not  possess  a  vision  he  couldn’t  use  them  by  himself.  ❛      Hm,  I  suppose  you’re  right.  I  have  nothing  to  worry  about  now.        ❜    He  sighed,  still  lovingly  staring  up  at  Mitya’s  gorgeous  red  eyes.  

            ❛      That  you  are,  my  love.  And  I  hope  this  time,  you’ll  stay  in  my  arms  for  a  bit  longer  than  your  last  visit.        ❜  Pantalone  commented,  arms  tightening  around  Dmitri’s  waist.  He  closes  his  eyes  at  the  soft  caress  of  a  thumb  against  his  cheek  and  the  quick  kiss  that  followed.  A  sigh  of  delight  leaving  semi  parted  lips.  ❛      I  am  more  than  certain,  let’s  get  you  to  bed,  my  heart.        ❜

            He  lets  Mitya  pull  him  from  his  chair,  let’s  the  younger  male  guide  him  through  the  halls  that  he  knew  like  the  back  of  his  hand.  Until  they  were  inside  his  chambers,  finally  home.  Pantalone  didn’t  hesitate  much  more,  pushing  Dmitri  against  the  lavish  door  the  moment  it  closed  behind  them,  successfully  pinning  the  younger  against  it.  Love,  lust  and  longing  written  all  over  his  face  as  he  stared  down  at  the  man  who  had  stolen  his  heart.  

            ❛      I’ve  missed  you,  Dmitri.        ❜  

            Pantalone  had  already  said  those  words  that  night,  but  not  like  this.  Not  raw  and  filled  to  the  brim  with  emotions  the  Ninth  Harbinger  couldn’t  quite  process  fast  enough.  Not  with  that  weight,  not  with  that  searing  desperation.  And  so  he  sealed  them  with  a  passionate  kiss,  trying  to  get  the  feelings  inside  his  chest  to  stop  suffocating  him.  

Mitya hums softly, leaving a few more kisses against Pantalone's lips. "Just the weather, my love. The water got a bit rough so it set us back is all." Mitya says, nudging their noses together. "Nothing for you to worry about, hm? I'm perfectly fine and back in your arms, aren't I?" He grins, happy to be in his lover's arms once more. It had been so long and Mitya was praying that his time home wouldn't fly by again. As much as he loved Inazuma, he always missed Schneznaya.

He's content here, relaxed and almost purring in Pantalone's lap. A content grin on his lips as he leans back to look over his lover's features, one hand moving to cup his cheek. How did he get so lucky? He really must have pleased someone in a past life to end up here.

"Are you sure, моя луна?"

He strokes his thumb against Pantalone's cheek, leaning in to give him another kiss. "If you're sure, we can go to bed. The travel home was a lot and I'd like to relax." He stands then, grabbing onto the older man's hands and beginning to tug him up out of his chair.

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Pantalone would you ever pay for sex

          𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃,    violet  eyes  usually  closed  into  a  pleasant  smile  now  open  and  judging.  ❛      How  uncouth.    ❜    He  reprehended,  crossing  his  arms  as  he  turns  to  stare  at  the  person  in  front  of  him.  

            The  ring  on  his  finger  should  be  an  indicator  not  to  ask  such  ridiculous  questions  and  yet,  it  hadn’t  seemed  to  be  enough  to  stop  this  person.  ❛      I  am  engaged.    ❜    He  stated,  no  matter  the  fact  that  Rosalyne  had  recently  passed  away,  people  outside  of  the  harbingers  did  not  know  that.  ❛      And  even  if  I  weren’t,  I  wouldn’t  ever  pay  for  sexual  favours.    ❜  

            He  could  respect  sex  workers,  but  he  found  it  to  be  a  rather  cruel  industry.  One  he  wasn’t  particularly  interested  in  sponsoring.  

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@ghoulsmuses . continued from . here

          𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐒  𝐃𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐘  ;      he  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  run  ━━  running  from  any  predator  is  a  sure  fire  way  to  die,  and  even  if  Bairen  had  been  a  scared  little  boy  who  ran  from  the  dangers  of  Liyue,  Pantalone  was  a  man  that  faced  his  fears  head  on.  Laughs  at  danger.  And  so  he  couldn’t  help  the  giggles  that  escaped  him  when  the  doctor  finally  caught  him,  leaning  his  head  to  the  side  to  give  his  lover  more  space.  ❛        You  were  the  one  bragging  about  money~      ❜    The  Regrator  laughed  again,  entwining  their  fingers  together  as  the  doctor  lead  them  to  the  bathroom.  

        While  Dottore  prepared  the  shower,  Pantalone  went  ahead  and  untangled  his  long  hair,  working  through  the  knots  that  had  formed  overnight  with  ease.  ❛      Mhm…      ❜  he  hums,  and  lets  Dottore  admire  his  work  of  art  blooming  all  over  Pantalone’s  neck  and  shoulders.  The  man  had  been  unstoppable  the  night  before,  and  The  Regrator  wondered  what  had  caused  it.    ❛      Possessive  little  thing  you  are.      ❜  He  concluded,  turning  around  to  look  at  the  man.  

            The  bite  mark  Dottore  touched  and  kissed  made  Pantalone  hiss  a  bit,  that  one  stung  at  contact  but  he  didn’t  stop  the  other  man.    ❛        If  you  left  me  with  a  scar  I’m  definitely  charging  a  fee.      ❜    He  pouted  as  he  walked  into  the  spray  of  delightfully  hot  water.  He  might  have  even  moaned  at  it  but  he  wasn’t  entirely  sure  if  he  had.  ❛        It’s  perfect.  Won't  you  join  me,  doctor?        ❜

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          𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐒  𝐔𝐏  𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀'𝐒  𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒  ;    after  so  long  without  his  young  lover,  he  pained  him  to  say  he  had  almost  forgotten  what  he  felt  like  ━━━━  what  his  kisses,  touches  and  warmth  felt  like.  To  be  so  close  again,  to  be  able  to  breathe  in  his  scent  almost  brought  a  strange  lump  to  his  throat,  a  disgusting  sting  to  his  eyes  as  they  grew  dangerously  wet.  While  he  plays  the  ever-smiling  banker  and  ruthless  harbinger,  deep  down  he  knows  he  is  still  that  boy  from  Liyue  ━━  the  boy  sign  a  smile  as  bright  as  the  sun,  whose  emotions  were  constantly  on  his  tattered  sleeves.  

            ❛      Welcome  home,  мое  маленькое  солнце…        ❜  Pantalone  hummed  happily  as  the  younger  cuddled  him  more,  feeling  all  the  stress  of  the  day  leaving  his  shoulders  under  the  weight  of  Dmitri.  ❛      A  hiccup?        ❜  He  asked,  not  even  trying  to  mask  the  worry  in  his  silken  voice.  ❛      I  trust  that  you’ve  taken  care  of  it  but,  are  you  alright?        ❜

            He  feels  his  chair  being  pulled  back,  and  in  less  time  than  it  takes  him  to  blink,  Mitya’s  on  his  lap.  Pantalone’s  body  reacts  instinctively,  arms  wrapping  themselves  around  Dmitri,  pulling  him  closer.  A  little  noise  of  contentment  leaves  him  as  the  younger  places  a  soft  kiss  to  his  lips,  Pantalone  tilting  his  head  up  to  meet  that  unbearably  soft  display  of  affection.  Dmitri’s  question  makes  the  regrator  sigh,  he  had  still  quite  a  lot  of  work  to  do,  but  there  was  no  chance  of  him  doing  it  all  now.  

            Not  when  his  mind,  his  heart  and  soul  all  ached  to  be  with  his  young  lover.  Ached  to  hold  him  and  kiss  him  until  the  sunrise  blessed  them  with  its  presence.    ❛      Nothing  I  can’t  continue  tomorrow.        ❜  He  says,  pale  violet  eyes  staring  up  at  the  younger  male.  ❛      Shall  we  go  to  bed,  my  love?        ❜

Mitya lets out a soft sigh as Pantalone holds onto his hands, a small smile playing at his lips as they share this quiet moment. He presses his lips to the older man's temple, closing his eyes as he takes a moment to breath in his lover. It had been months - almost a year, he thinks - since he's been back in Schneznaya, back in his lover's arms. "I am," He says softly, trailing his lips down to press a kiss below Pantalone's ear. His kisses are soft and sweet, not heated nor teasing. More so just a vessel to drink in this moment.

"I've only been back for about an hour now." Mitya says softly, resting his face against the regrator's neck. "Would have been sooner but we had a bit of a hiccup on the water that delayed us just a bit."

"But that's besides the point." He says, pulling Pantalone's chair back a bit before moving around the man to settle into his lap. He wraps his arms around the older man's neck again and after taking a moment to check and listen for anyone coming towards the door, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Pantalone's lips.

"Do you have much work left to do?"