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Venti both marvels at and feels an indiscernible emotion at Calx’s latest painting. He knows that Albedo was with Kazuha for a majority of the night before, and that knowledge has Venti unsettled.
Somehow even with knowing that Albedo had been with Xingqiu not long before that doesn’t seem to bother him as much as Kazuha being involved.
It’s not as if Venti begrudges Kazuha. He likes him. But…there seemed to be a certain connection between Albedo and Kazuha much like Venti’s. It made him…a little jealous.
Chewing on his lower lip while lost in thought, Venti doesn’t even realize whenever someone approaches him from behind.
“Is there something wrong with it?”
Hearing Albedo’s voice has Venti startled as he turns to face him.
“Oh uh - no! I was just thinking how nice it looks.”
Albedo smiles at that, glancing over the painting momentarily before regarding Venti again.
“I’m glad to hear it. That one took a little longer than the first two.”
This tid bit of information has the uncomfortable twist happening in Venti’s stomach, and he tries to keep a cheerful lilt in his tone.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“We ended up talking for quite a while between the session.”
Venti can’t help looking somewhat crestfallen for a split-second, but he does well to recover quickly.
“I’m not surprised. Kazuha seems very interesting and easy to talk to.” He chews the inside of his cheek, glancing away as if to look at people in passing.
None of this goes unnoticed by Albedo. As an alchemist he is naturally observant. He sees the change in Venti, the discontentment showing despite how he hides it.
“Weren’t you going with him for drinks later?”
The sudden question has Venti furrowing his brows. Yes he was. It was something they lined up after first running into Kazuha.
“Yeah probably.” He starts, eyeing Albedo as if to try and figure out what he’s thinking. “He asked me to.”
It’s now Albedo’s turn to cross his arms, appearing solemn at the thought.
“I see. Well I hope you both have a good time.”
Venti can’t help how he feels oddly out of place, like something is unsaid, but he nods and lets the conversation end shortly after that.
Later that night, it’s hours after him and Kazuha have had one too many glasses of sake that he’s seen leaving the bar with Kazuha.
They’re linked by the arm, Venti leaning against Kazuha, the strange comfort he provides something that Venti has come to enjoy.
It took a few drinks before Venti felt okay enough to not let anxiety cripple him. It took a few more drinks to help him be able to bare listening to Kazuha talk about the night before with Albedo.
Even though nothing sordid seemed to happen, it sounded like Albedo was required to touch Kazuha a fair bit to position him properly for the piece.
“Show me the position.”
They’re both stopped near the paintings, looking at Kazuha’s specifically, and Venti has a playful gleam in his eyes.
It’s not as if him and Albedo are actually going to hook up again anyways so what’s the harm?
“Mm are you that curious?” Kazuha laughs softly before moving behind Venti.
He gently grabs onto his arms, going to draw them down his back to hold them together, and speak near his ear.
“Like this…of course you’d need some rope for the full effect…”
Venti immediately finds that the touch is too soft, and he wishes it were rougher.
“There you are.”
Hearing a familiar voice has them both turning to see Albedo approaching.
“Oh Albedo, nice to see you.” Kazuha releases his hold on Venti while turning to regard Albedo properly.
“I see you two have been having fun?” Albedo questions, although something about how he says this has Venti intrigued.
“I didn’t think Kazuha could drink as much as me!” Venti exclaims while outright throwing his arms around Kazuha’s neck from behind, carefully looking at Albedo as he does so.
“You make it too easy to do it.” Kazuha responds almost fondly, and Albedo stays quiet as if to carefully observe.
“This is true.” Albedo agrees. He pauses briefly while noting how Venti still holds onto Kazuha. “Venti, I have something I need to speak with you about.”
Kazuha feels how Venti shifts off of him before he’s smiling at them both.
“All right well I’m pretty tired anyways so, I’m going to head back to my room.”
After Kazuha bids them both good night, Venti suddenly feels a completely different aura in the air between him and Albedo.
“This way.”
Albedo turns and starts heading down the street which leaves Venti to follow after him.
They head down some steps, and through a back alley path before ultimately reaching a somewhat secluded area overlooking the ocean. A small table and two seats are there, although Albedo ignores it for the time being.
“Soooo, what’s up?”
Venti asks only to receive an answer in the form of Albedo stalking forward, forcing him to hastily step back and press up against the wall.
Being trapped like this has Venti exhaling a whimper at the way Albedo melds into him, his fingers gripping at the side of his face so he can mutter over his lips.
“Did you think I would be fine with seeing that?”
“W-What?” Venti tries to feign innocence, still somewhat light-headed from the alcohol, but he already finds himself liking how Albedo has closed in on him.
“Why were you all over Kazuha like that?”
“We were just hanging out. Besides you were with him all night yesterday.” Venti says in a shallow breath, feeling how Albedo’s hand drifts down to rest against the side of his neck.
“I was working on a piece.” Albedo retorts, lips nearly brushing as they’re both edging each other closer to breaking.
“He was showing me how you positioned him-”
Albedo suddenly uses his other hand to grip on Venti’s hip, pressing in to grind against him. This has Venti choking on a gasp, hands moving to grip at the lapels of Albedo’s jacket.
“Does it bother you that much?”
“I could ask you the same question.”
“Why not just ask me to show you instead..?”
“Show me.” Venti immediately insists.
“I will, but first…” Albedo feels how Venti is already hard against his thigh, and he feeds more on the high of this moment. “… Strip.”
It’s extremely shameless how quickly Venti moves to obey. Albedo gives him enough room to start tugging off the various parts of his outfit, each piece falling to the ground until he’s standing there completely naked for Albedo to do as he pleases with.
“I have to ask…how often have you gotten fully naked like this out in public before?”
“I-I haven’t…I mean people have fucked me outside before but…” Venti says under Albedo’s calculating gaze, his cock leaking more from it.
Albedo chuckles lowly as if he already expected this answer and is content with it, but he’s certainly not finished with his ministrations.
He kneels down to grab a fragment of a vine coiling on the pavement, and merely snaps his fingers to have it transforming into a rope.
It’s then Venti’s heart starts racing.
With a flick of his hand, Albedo beckons Venti to step forward away from the wall.
“Look at you…getting exactly what you wanted.” Albedo states lowly, stepping behind Venti to drag his gloved hands down his arms. When he’s gripping on his wrists, Albedo carefully wraps the rope around them, binding them together, and he’s brushing his lips on the back of Venti’s neck.
“D-Did you do that with him too?” Venti asks with a shudder.
“You still doubt me?”
Albedo sighs before moving back in front of Venti. He studies his pretty face for a moment before suddenly pushing him down onto his knees.
“I just like keeping your attention on me.” Venti confesses, staring up at Albedo as he licks his lips already knowing where this is going.
“Very well, you can prove to me how much you want this then.”
Albedo starts unbuttoning his pants, loosening them to free his hard cock.
This has Venti nearly whimpering, eager for it, and he’s already shifting closer as Albedo grips into blue locks to guide that mouth closer.
Pre-cum smears over Venti’s parted lips as he sucks on the head, dragging his tongue down the full length of it with a soft moan.
“You know Venti…I really wish you wouldn’t doubt me so much.”
Albedo says this so plainly despite the intensity in his blue eyes, of which has Venti even more eager to please. It’s almost as if Venti goes to move off of him to speak, but Albedo grips his hair and forces the entire length of his cock into Venti’s mouth instead.
“I already told you how willing I was to give you my cum whenever you wanted it.” He mutters in a rough breath, feeling how that soaked warmth wraps around him, and it has his cock twitching at the remembrance of how he’s going to bury himself in Venti’s ass soon enough as well.
Venti whines as Albedo builds up a pace, thrusting in and out of his mouth, drool falling past his lips and onto the ground as his mouth is so thoroughly used. His cock is leaking and throbbing, and he can’t help how much he loves Albedo being so forceful with him, as if he’s just as desperate for Venti.
“I suppose I need to remind you of that by giving you another taste, hm?”
With a harsher thrust he ends up having Venti moaning around his cock as it fucks into his throat. The vibrations are luring him to push into that warmth faster, and his fingers curl tightly into Venti’s hair.
His mouth is soaked, hollowing his cheeks in every attempt to please Albedo, and he never breaks his gaze on him while he’s face-fucked so roughly it has him aching to be filled with cum in every hole he has.
“ A-Ah, you’ve done this often I can tell.” Albedo says between fragmented breaths, hand gripping harder almost possessively. There’s a desperate rhythm now as he chases his pleasure. “You’ll be able to swallow all of my cum then…like the whore I know you are .”
Venti whimpers loudly at the accusation, absolutely loving it, and he’s blissed out from the way he can taste Albedo on his tongue, so much pre-cum given to him before Albedo hits the back of his throat with cum.
It’s hot and thick on his tongue, and he moans while swallowing it, the pulses of it against his throat filling that depraved need he has for Albedo.
“You made such a mess on the ground, and you haven’t even come yet…” Albedo says roughly, keeping his cock enveloped in that soaked warmth as every drop of cum is swallowed by Venti with such obedience.
When he lets the last bit of cum be swallowed, Albedo pulls out, seeing how abused Venti’s lips are which leaves him briefly content, although that possessive streak doesn’t fade just yet.
“Can’t help it, you taste good, makes me want your cock in me.”
“Is that right? You want more cum don’t you?”
Venti nods as Albedo grabs onto his arm, pulling him up from the ground, and heading over to one of the chairs nearby. After he takes a seat, he pats his lap for Venti to climb onto.
Venti is so lithe he easily slides onto Albedo’s lap, and he watches how Albedo almost methodically pulls a potion vial from his pocket, using it to coat his fingers. As he sets aside the vial, he runs his fingers behind Venti’s frame, moving past his bound hands to rub his fingertip at his exposed hole.
“Surprised you didn’t already prepare yourself before going out.” Albedo comments while his finger presses inside, Venti inhaling uneasily from it.
“W-Why do you say that?” He shift his arms as the rope drags over his wrists, body accepting the way Albedo curls his finger inside, slowly working him open.
Another slips inside, and Albedo watches Venti, every subtle movement of his hips out of need, and the way his cock weeps more lines of pre-cum over his thighs.
“Am I supposed to assume that you wouldn’t have let Kazuha do as he pleases?”
Venti gasps loudly at the way Albedo’s fingers rub over that perfect spot before aiming to hit it over and over.
“N-N-No..! I would’ve if I knew I would see you but-“ Thoughts are becoming more difficult to voice properly as Venti grinds down more over Albedo’s three fingers that now split him open.
“But?” Albedo completely stops his preparation, head tilting in to feel how Venti pants over his lips.
“But I still would’ve rather have you - touch me, I like having your fingers and cock in me…!” Venti whines out almost in a rush, needing Albedo to give him more.
“Well since you’re being so honest..” Those fingers slip out and leave Venti wanton, before Albedo is using excess potion to stroke over his cock that is fully hard again from how Venti unravels so beautifully for him.
Neither of them seem to register how easily they could be stumbled upon, but it doesn’t deter Albedo as he grips onto Venti’s hips to align him with his cock.
Albedo groans lowly as he breaches inside, and Venti whines while slowly sinking onto every inch. Feeling it in his mouth earlier fed a depraved part of him, but having Albedo’s cock shoved completely inside his ass is even better.
It’s after Albedo is nestled in deep that he mutters over Venti’s lips.
“I haven’t forgotten what you said, about wanting me to breed you.”
Venti shudders in anticipation, closing the distance for a harsh kiss that becomes filthy as he starts to lift off Albedo’s cock before thrusting back down again.
“Breed me - Albedo - right here, I don’t care who sees-!” He begs, part of him wishing his arms were free to touch and cling to Albedo, but somehow the loss of control has him becoming even wetter than he already is.
“Mm, so shameless that you would let me fill you up out in the open…”
“I don’t care, anyone can watch, just want your cock in me!” Sheer desperation for Albedo to never stop has Venti babbling, drool glistening on his cheeks. “Want so much of your cum it never stop dripping out of me - want to be your cum-slut-!”
Hearing this seems to push the limits of Albedo’s restraint, finding that he wants Venti in these ways, curiosity refusing to be satiated, and he thrusts up into the soaked heat of his ass roughly for it.
“I should, especially if it’ll get you to stop doubting that you’re mine.”
“Y-Yes- yours to fuck-!” Venti mewls as Albedo gropes onto his ass, guiding him down over his cock faster, the smacking sounds echoing so loud, wetness constantly dripping down Venti’s thighs to make it louder.
“And mark.” Albedo states while pressing his mouth at the side of Venti’s neck, licking and biting hard on his fair-skin, and the added sensations have Venti nearly sobbing in his pleas as he bounces on Albedo’s cock.
“All over and inside - please Albedo. Fill my boy pussy up so much, a-ah - I’m already addicted to your cock-!” Venti feels that desperation becoming unbearable, neglected cock aching from how intensely Albedo fucks him.
Albedo pulls back with spit glistening on his lips, surging up to lick into Venti’s mouth and eat up his filthy words with a hot kiss. The sounds of their rough fucking never cease, growing louder, and Albedo practically growls out his words in a way Venti has never heard from him before.
“Venti, you better not forget this time that you’re my cum-slut.” He takes in the way Venti whimpers and adds. “The only one I want, the only one who fits perfectly around my cock.”
It’s oddly intimate and intense what Albedo states, and it’s what has Venti begging for him, completely in Albedo’s thrall as he pounds up into his soaked heat, tightening around him as they both push each other closer to the edge.
“A-Albedo… h-hah - gonna come on your cock…!” Venti whines, feeling that gloved hand wrapping around his cock. The rough touch and Albedo fucking hard inside is all it takes for Venti to cry out, cum spurting between them and over Albedo’s hand.
The rough, soaked warmth of Venti’s lithe frame sucking him in has Albedo groaning, his own moans intense while he fucks up into him, pleasure searing as his release takes over, hot cum smearing deeply in Venti’s ass.
Venti moans, voice raw with pleasure, and he rides Albedo harder, body shaking from the way Albedo fists over his cum-soaked cock and grips on his bare ass to drag him down, thrusting against his prostate even in the midst of their orgasms, wanting to have him a shattered mess.
“You really are far too breedable.” Albedo grits out from that euphoric feeling, watching how Venti is ruined more and more because of him.
“ Y-Yes - want all your cum Albedo - fuck it in me deeper -!”
The obscene feeling of cum coating his insides and dripping out of him leaves Venti absolutely incoherent, and only able to think of Albedo fucking him and nothing else. He’s over-sensitive, yet how thoroughly Albedo fucks him through their shared release has Venti sobbing into a second orgasm, more cum streaking to cover his petite frame in white.
The wet smacks are too loud as Albedo thrusts in harder a few more times before stilling, the tightness around his cock milking him of more cum, and it’s the feeling of being stuffed so full that has Venti whimpering.
“You’re bulging again.” Albedo comments while moving his hand off Venti’s spent cock to instead drag over his belly, obscene amounts of cum smearing all over his skin.
“Y-Yes…want to stay that way all night.” Venti says between bated breaths, flushed all over, and he leans in to kiss Albedo out of affection and that depraved desire for more.