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Hot . That’s how Venti felt even with the blankets thrown onto the floor below, even with the windows parted and a breeze flowing into the room. He breathed heavily, cheeks flushed red, skin burning.
As a phoenix, Venti rarely ever got sick, and even the very few times he did it was a mild tiredness that took over. Nothing like how he currently felt at the moment.
Sweat dampened his forehead, his bangs sticking to his face, his usual braids were loose messy things, and the ends glowed a faint teal. His eyes parted, blearily glancing around the large dim room with dark green walls and dark oak, cracks of gold that spun together into the shapes of trees, large windows which were technically the balcony doors lay open, and stacks of books and papers in the corner.
A breeze drifted into the room curling around his too warm body. It helped for a bit, before the chills began to set in, causing the young man to shiver. He closed his eyes once again wishing that sleep would claim him once more.
“Ah, this is the absolute worst. How do humans live like this? Getting sick so often is just horrible!” He placed a hand over his eyes, resting his sight, hoping for sleep to claim him soon. This was after-all the fifth time he had been sick this entire past year. He hoped it would also be the last time he’d need to be this sick. At least for a while.
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Venti must have dozed off eventually, because he feels a cool hand brushing away his sticky bangs, caressing his face. Energy passes through the light touch. Weakly he parts open his eyes, his vision filled with bright eyes the color of cor lapis gems.
“Ah,” he sighs out, “You’re here. Aren’t you supposed to be at a meeting with the other lords?” Venti leans into the hand cradling his cheek, his own hands rising to keep that hand cool touch there. He closes his eyes relaxing, unaware of the small frown that graces the others lips.
Long ombre brown hair, the tips a rich gold, pulled back into a low ponytail, the robes he wore were intricate in design but also simple for if the need to transform into his other form ever arose. He did not wear a crown, for what use was there for a crown that would only scratch against his horns and get in his way? Besides, it was not as if he needed a crown for others to know who their ruler was.
"You should have called for me as soon as you began to feel sick again, love." His voice is smooth and deep, powerful but also gentle.
Venti hummed, “I didn’t want to bother you just yet. I know how busy you are today, and it’s not like I can’t wait. So go back to work. I’ll be here in bed anyways.” He tried to smile, but much of his energy was gone so it came out very small and weak. Although, he really was feeling a lot better than the last time he was awake. He wonders if it’s because of the energy Zhongli’s transferring to him, or just because his husband is here by his side.
Zhongli stared and sighed, “My love, it is my duty as your husband to stay here by your side. To take care of your every want and needs.”
Venti tried to refuse, because surely his husband had other things he needed to do at the moment. However, Zhongli placed a finger to his lips, silencing him from another word. Normally that wouldn’t work because Venti would ignore it and keep chatting, but as sick as he currently was Venti didn’t even bother. His throat was feeling a little sore from all the coughing.
“Do not worry. Cloud Retainer and the others will take care of things. In fact it was Cloud Retainer herself who told me about your condition. She said she had not seen you once today but when Ganyu and the rest of the children came to her asking of your whereabouts that is when she went in search of you.”
Ah, Venti could faintly recall hearing a faint voice calling for him but he had been so out of it from the fever and sleep that he doesn’t remember much of the moment at all.
“She tried calling for you but when you would not answer she walked in only to find you as you are in the moment.”
“Sick you mean.”
Zhongli nodded, “Yes. Sick.” He brushed back strands of Venti’s hair noting the dampness he felt. His frown reappeared, “Are you sure about doing this love? You feel as though you are burning alive…”
Venti chuckled for a moment before breaking into a light coughing fit. “I have been burned alive once dear, this is nothing like that.” A thunderous emotion rumbled deep in Zhongli’s chest but he pushed it down to focus his attention on the little phoenix’s words. “Besides you know us phoenix’s, we just burst into flames whenever we’re born again anyways.”
Zhongli sighed, “Perhaps so, but still must you make jokes about your previous deaths?”
Venti coughed, “Mmm, sorry. Habit you know? It’s not like I actually remember it. More like I know what feels like, but the memory itself isn’t there for me. Mmmm,” he pushed his head against the hand resting on his forehead. “So it’s just easy to pretend that it doesn’t matter, but I know it matters for you.”
The dragon hummed in agreement. “It matters very much to me. Had I noticed sooner, perhaps--”
“Zhongli,” Venti’s heterochromatic eyes, green with bits of cyan scattered, stared brightly into cor lapis eyes. “I hadn’t wanted you to know and you realized quite soon anyways even with the fact that I rarely visited. You have saved me.” Venti pulls Zhongli’s hand down past his neck over his heart. “See? Maybe the other me’s couldn’t make it, but you did save me. As long as I am alive then all those other past mes live on too. You’ve saved us Zhongli.”
For a moment there was silence and then Zhongli was leaning down to press a kiss into rosy chapped lips. It was tender and sweet, filled with all the love Zhongli felt for his mischievous chaotic phoenix.
Then they pulled away.
Despite the slowly rising tension forming in the room Zhongli stared at his husband. Flushed cheeks, from the fever and probably the kiss, messy hair, slightly glassy eyes, and robes slipping down the shoulders. Truly, his love made quite the sight.
Zhongli closed his eyes for a brief moment, trying to calm himself down. If they were going to do this he wanted to take it slow. However, it seemed that Venti had some other ideas.
Small fragile-like hands lured Zhongli’s hands into two separate directions. One down from the slim neck they were tenderly cradling to a pulsing chest, and the other back to a plush rosy cheek. A small mischievous grin is what greeted Zhongli when he opened his eyes once again.
“Venti,” he began warning the younger, but not to his surprise the other began moving Zhongli’s hand further down, into his loose pale green robes.
“Zhongli,” Venti said in return.
“You aren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow, or do much if we start right now.” Rich golden eyes narrowed as he felt the rising temperature of Venti’s body.
“Hmm, well I don’t care. Besides,” he grinned, “You said you were going to stay by side, so doesn’t that mean you have to take care of me and my needs ? Since,” his smile turned a little soft, “This is your fault too anyways.”
Sighing, perhaps a bit too fondly at the situation, the dragon king made himself comfortable and began to take control of the situation.
His hand trailed down soft skin until it reached below where he could feel the other’s cock leaking. Soft moans left those rosy chapped lips while Zhongli’s lips found their way down Venti’s neck where he placed light ticklish kisses and gentle nips. No biting, not yet at least.
“ Zhongli, ” Venti moaned, his arms wrapped around the dragon’s neck, slight shivers ran down his body, his robes fell further down his shoulders towards his elbows. Zhongli tightened his grip on Venti’s cock, taking his time to play.
The king’s lips fell lower to his lover’s chest where he pulled away from, but for a brief moment to give those beautiful green eyes a quick look of mischief before diving back down to suck on one of the rosy nipples. Venti came rather quickly, hands bunching up Zhongli’s robes, as he trembled. He glared, slightly teary eyed.
“That’s,” he panted, “Not fair.” Golden eyes looked up at him smirking, “You know my chest is--” he squirmed and moaned, “Sensitive. Ah! ” Those small hands found their grip in lush brown hair, tugging it back so that he could try pulling those lips away from his chest. And pull away they did, but not before those strong muscular arms lifted the phoenix up off the bed and onto Zhongli’s lap.
A thigh rested under Venti, hands gripping his waist, the strength in those hands surely would leave delicious bruises on his skin. His cum stained the robes sinking into the material, but some remained on his cock which was laying on Zhongli’s thigh.
“What are you planning?” Venti had to ask, his fever was probably rising a little but it was far too late to stop anyways. He wanted this as much as Zhongli did.
Lips nibbled on the edges of his ears and his nails bit down on the back of Zhongli’s shoulders. Green eyes closed, the flush spread further down his body, his hips moved back and forth on the warm flesh beneath, and Venti could feel his cock rising back again. Still however, his question remained unanswered.
“Love,” that deep voice murmured in his ear, causing shivers to roll down his skin. Without him having noticed fingers trailed down his ass, gripping it and spreading it so his hole was exposed to the chilly air. He could feel himself clenching from the cold and from the playful touches from Zhongli’s fingers. Venti buried his face in Zhongli’s shoulder.
Venti whined, he really wished his husband would hurry it up and start working him open. He was already so hard again and all he had been given was foreplay. Just how long was he going to be forced to wait? He tried to push his ass further towards the fingers teasing his hole, but each time they moved away.
He turned his head to whine and tell his lover to hurry it up when their lips met in a brief clash that wasn’t much of a fight at all. Not with the way those lips, and that long tongue, devoured him. Not with the way Zhongli would press on and on kissing Venti until he was absolutely breathless, until he had tasted every corner of Venti’s mouth. Not until Venti was limp in his arms, chest heaving, saliva dripping down the corner of his lips, eyes teary, and unprepared for the next round of kissing.
Venti would whine and close his eyes until Zhongli had his fill, and when Zhongli pulled away for the last time he’d shove three fingers into Venti’s mouth and watch. Those golden eyes darkening as he spoke.
“Get them well slicked up love,” his lips went down to Venti’s neck where he bit down and sucked. Venti moaned, but did as he was told. He wrapped his pretty mouth around the fingers, tongue curling around each one, licking them as though they were candy. He closed his eyes and tried to refrain from moaning but couldn’t help it when a certain someone’s lips were kissing his body and those teeth began leaving more marks on him.
Venti began to grind his ass once more against Zhongli’s thigh, his cock having been leaking pre-cum for the past minutes. He pulled the fingers in his mouth away with a loud ‘pop’, panting, and stared blearily into slitted golden eyes. He grinned.
Honestly, his husband was such a quiet but passionate lover. Not much of a talker and while normally Venti was, he was often a bit too sick to, during these times. But there were certain tells Zhongli had that let Venti know when the other was close to losing his control. Oh Zhongli was a patient lover and while he was usually the one to have them take things slow, it was to his own detriment at times like these. Mostly because his instincts would be screaming at him.
Venti however, loves it when Zhongli finally lets go. So with a grin on his lips, feverish flush on his cheeks, he draws Zhongli’s hand, the one with the slicked fingers, to his ass and pushes two of them in at once. Perhaps it was a little much to push in two fingers at once but Venti doesn’t care. He gasps when he feels them inside, his thighs shake as he tries to remain still.
He hears the sharp inhale his husband takes and opens his eyes only to close them once again when he feels those fingers stretch him wide.
“Ah! Slow--er!” He gasped as those fingers pushed further inside him, pressinging against his walls. “Nnngggh, ha~ Zhongli…!” Venti pushed his hips further down trying to sink the fingers in his ass deeper. He could feel them getting closer to that spot inside of him, but it seemed that Zhongli was purposely avoiding it.
“Zhongli!” Venti whined, turning a small glare to his direction. A small, slightly strained, smirk decorated his handsome face and Venti arched his back gasping as those fingers slammed into the spot he had been trying to get them to reach.
“Ah!! There! Right there Zhongli!” Venti closed his eyes, letting himself fall into a rhythm of getting stretched open and having those fingers grind against his prostate. It was as he was getting used to the two fingers, loosening up quite nicely that Zhongli decided to push in the third finger. Using all three fingers in that same moment to press against Venti’s prostate.
Venti came for a second time.
“ Zhongli!!”
Zhongli curled his fingers and Venti nearly screamed. Pressing and curling his fingers inside Venti Zhongli took pleasure in seeing the little phoenix close to tears, but then he pulled out. Resting his hands around his lover’s lovely waist Zhongli waited for Venti to catch his breath before pulling him down and slamming his cock inside. This time, Venti screamed.
“ZHONGLI!! Ah!! Ah!”
Zhongli gave Venti no time to adjust. He was finally at his limit and he so much wanted to see his love in tears from pleasure. Venti tried to hold onto something, but quite immediately Zhongli lifted him up and slammed his cock back inside, hitting his prostate perfectly.
Tears filled Venti’s eyes as each thrust inside was well aimed and powerful. Zhongli’s cock was by no means small, in fact it was quite big, so even with all the stretching it was a very tight fit. However, they had done this enough times that they both knew Venti enjoyed the pain that accompanied the pleasure as well.
“Zhongli!!” Venti repeatedly called out his husband’s name as though he were praying, each thrust leaving him gasping for breath.
He eventually came for a third time, and then fourth, and maybe more.
They had changed positions so much that the sheets beneath them were crumpled and thoroughly stained with their activity, their clothes had been torn away thrown somewhere in the room, and both their bodies were sticky with sweat and cum.
Currently Venti had his ass in the air, face pressed down against the pillow, hands clawing the sheets, and a dick ramming his cum filled hole. The sticky white fluid dripped down his thighs onto the sheets which the sight of only caused Zhongli to press in deeper and faster. Venti had no more energy to cry out when each thrust grazed his prostate, all he could do was weakly shudder and mewel.
The hands gripping his waist tightened and Venti knew that Zhongli was close. He closed his eyes and softly moaned. He felt Zhongli still inside him before releasing more cum inside Venti, filling him up once again. For a brief moment they caught their breaths, chests rising, cocks softening, and cum still dripping out Venti’s hole.
Zhongli was gentle pulling out and gentle when pushing the droplets of cum falling out back in. Venti shivered at the touch, his hole gaping and twitching filled with so much sperm, surely this time…
A squeak left his lips as he felt something once again enter him. His body shook and apparently Zhongli still hadn’t had his fill considering his fingers were currently playing with Venti’s swollen nipples, flicking and pinching and grouping.
Their positions changed once more with Venti seated between Zhongli’s legs, head resting the older’s chest listening to rhythmic beating of his heart, and letting the other do whatever it was he wanted to with his body. His skin was covered in bitemarks and hickies, and bruises the shape of hands. His lips swollen from kissing, eyes puffy from tears, and his chest swollen from all the sucking and teasing they endured and were continuing to endure at the moment. One of Zhongli’s hands was fondling and teasing his nipples with the other lazily pumped Venti’s cock.
It wasn’t long before Venti was cumming for one final time, shuddering in Zhongli’s embrace.
“Ah…”
They laid there, bathing in each other’s presence in silence before finally one of them spoke.
“Do you think it’ll take this time?” Venti murmured softly, his hand fitting together with the one rested above his stomach.
Zhongli pressed a kiss to the side of his head and whispered, “It will. I am certain of it this time.”
“Mmm, me too. Me too…”
Carefully as though he was fragile glass Zhongli maneuvered Venti into a more comfortable sleeping position. Allowing Venti to rest as he took care of cleaning them both up somewhat. Quickly Venti fell asleep, drifting far away from reality and dreaming of laughter and smiles, and a child with bright golden eyes and dark teal hair.