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Pantalone leaned back in his oversized black leather chair and let out a deep breath as he closed his eyes. Opening them again, he wearily eyed the piles of unsigned paperwork still on his desk.
No.
Not today.
He’d already been in this damn office since 7am – sweltering in the dark wood panelled room as the Liyue sun bore down through the window turning the room into a furnace. At least now as the day started to draw to a close the temperature was decreasing slightly.
Taking another glance at the paper work the black haired man instead moved it to the side of his desk and poured himself a glass of whiskey in a fine crystal tumbler. Taking a sip he grimaced; warm. Still, it was better than nothing, and he needed something to take the edge off the dull existence he was feeling today. As the years went by, life was becoming increasingly more… well, not mundane as such; after all as a Fatui Harbinger he was a prime target for many organisations and countries to annihilate which kept him on his toes, but deep inside… it was all feeling a bit monotonous.
In want of a better term, the Ninth Harbinger found himself feeling rather touch starved.
After all, who wanted a 40-something year old bottom? Dom’s wanted pretty little young twinks, and he found himself in a situation where what he desired seemed totally unattainable.
True, there were no shortage of men who would sleep with him – but none managed to give him exactly what he wished for; being too scared to hit someone with his standing, or too vanilla to choke him until the room spun and all the colours merged together.
The Regrator downed his drink and poured himself another as his phone buzzed for the hundredth time that day. Maybe he should have a look at the app he overheard some of the banks subordinates talking about in the break room that morning, step out of his safe box? As his phone buzzed again he downed his second drink and stood, pocketing his phone and wrapping himself up in his overly warm cloak, making the short walk to his hotel room.
With his hatred of his country of birth, the Harbinger refused to buy a house here, instead renting the most luxurious room in a nearby hotel – a way of telling himself he was only here temporarily and would soon be back in Snezhnaya; a place that felt more like home then the sun kissed streets here. To be fair this was only the fifth time he’d had to return to Liyue to handle matters at the Northland Bank – usually placing the bank in the hands of worthy subordinates and directors – and the Eleventh Harbinger if things needed a more… hands on approach.
After a shower and dressing in oriental black silk trousers under a matching kimono the Harbinger fell backwards on the bed – wet hair splaying out over the silk pillow case. Still feeling a bit tipsy from drinking on an empty stomach, he unlocked his phone and set about finding the app his workers had mentioned (a wholly inappropriate topic to be talking about at work the Harbinger thought –but didn’t wish to interrupt the informative conversation).
He quickly found it and was immediately disappointed that he had to create a profile before he could even view others on the site – but filled out the barest of information needed to allow him full access. Name: Furen. Age: 42. Gender: Male. Location: Snezhnaya. Work: Managing Director. Sub/Dom: Sub. Looking for: Dom male for fun – Aged 30-65.
Thankful that adding a photo was optional, feeling strangely nervous Pantalone saved the information and started looking around on the site for potential matches. Two hours in and he was only starting to feel worse at the requests others were making on their profiles; ‘…young man wanted’ ‘…blonde hair preferred’ ‘…blue eyes desired’ ‘…must be under 30’ ‘…short and skinny preferred’ ‘…must be tanned’ ‘…Snezhnayan nationals only’ ‘…ages 20-30 only’.
After finding nothing he finally clicked on one last profile before deciding he was going to have to admit defeat, and raised an eye brow to see that it was almost as barren as his own, yet this man seemed to have been using the app for several years. Name: Dr Pain. Age: 62. Gender: Male. Location: Snezhnaya. Work: Classified. Sub/Dom: Dom. Looking for: Men. Age/looks unimportant.
Pantalone blinked at the info, eyes looking to the profile picture again; hands in white latex gloves crossed over tight black trousers. He also noticed the man had not been on the site for several weeks. Deciding to make a shot, the Harbinger hit the message button and sent something brief and to the point.
--Hi
--Too old for you?
Placing the phone on the night side he tried not to get his hopes up as he fell asleep. In the morning he woke up and started his morning as normal – not even thinking of the searches and message he sent last night. In fact he didn’t think of it at all until about five o’clock when his phone vibrated and a few messages came through.
--No.
--Age doesn’t bother me. Why should it.
--What are you looking for on here?
Pantalone bit his lip. He was talking to a real person. Off a real sex app. The reality hit him hard and flustered he quickly locked his phone and shoved it in his pocket – trying to ignore it until he was back in his hotel room.
Once he was settled in for the night he pulled the phone back out of his pocket and read over the messages again, not sure what to reply –not sure what the correct etiquette was for the situation.
--Sorry, it’s just that most people only wanted someone younger.
--I can’t seem to find what I want in person, so I thought I’d give this a try.
Almost as soon as the messages had sent the typing icon appeared.
--A ridiculous motion. What does ones age have to do with anything?
--And you didn’t answer the question.
Pantalone poured himself a drink –an extra strong wine imported from Mondstadt- before typing out a response.
--I guess it relates to ones vanity. Or the feeling of ruining something or someone innocent.
--I’m looking for someone not afraid to put me in my place.
--Why, do you like to misbehave?
--If you don’t misbehave, how are you going to be punished?
--Hahaha! Well I can’t argue with that. So do you like being punished? Or are you just a bottom looking for a top?
--There are… several things I like which have been a bit much for past partners
--Like what? Bondage? Toys? Spanking?
--I don’t mind having my wrists bound, but I’m not a fan of the whole being strapped to the bed and gagged thing. I like being slapped
--Being slapped where? Ass? Testicles? You’re not giving me much to work on here beautiful
Pantalone blushed furiously at the pet name. No one had ever had the balls to call him something like that to his face before, and he found it left a sort of… tingling feeling throughout his body.
--Sorry. I’ve never… spoken to anyone like this. Like online. It feels sort of… embarrassing.
--Ah, I understand. My apologies. I remember it being quite strange at first as well.
--How long have you been speaking or meeting people online for?
--Several years. It’s much easier than having to go out and find someone. My work keeps me busy.
--I understand. And in response to your question… my face. Or sometimes my chest.
--Oh wow, slapping across the face? That’s kinda hot not going to lie. And your chest? Do you have your nipples pierced?
Pantalones face flushed even deeper at the question – no Northland Banks owner and Fatui Harbinger does not conduct meetings with nipple rings rubbing against his pressed white shirt, thank you very much!
--No, I don’t. I also like being choked. But as I said before… I’ve struggled to find anyone into that kind of thing and I find myself getting… quite desperate.
--Well I’m sure I can lend you a hand, and give you what you desire. For now though I’ve just been called into an unscheduled meeting, I shall have to talk further with you tomorrow. Good night for now, beautiful.
Pantalone watched the icon turn to ‘offline’ and screamed into his pillow. How did this man manage to get him to talk about his innermost desires just like that?!
The next evening, as promised, Pantalones phone lit up again with a message which wasn’t from an investor or worker or Pierro or Tartaglia, and his face pulled into a smile as he poured himself a drink and lit an opium laced cigarette.
--Good evening baby. Busy day?
Pantalone almost choked on his drink. He decided he liked these affectionate little pet names a bit too much for a man of his age and standing.
--Like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes I think everyone in Teyvat apart from myself is useless!
--Haha! Believe me I think the same! I swear half the people I am forced to work with wouldn’t even be competent to mop the floor. If I was allowed to fire them all I would.
--Could you not stage some kind of little accident?
--Ooh dark I like your thinking! Unfortunately I have one superior, and I think he would gut me if any more people working under me mysteriously disappeared. One of my other colleagues also thinks it costs too much to compensate the families.
--Well I can’t argue with that, I’ve had to pay off the families of deceased colleagues before and it costs a fortune!
--Urgh you sound like him. Anyway I meant to ask, why no profile photo?
--I know some people who I’m in charge of at work have looked on this site, and I would just die if they found out I was on here
--Fair enough. Can’t you share anything though? Even maybe just a quick sneak of that chest you want my firm hand to slap so much?
Pantalones breath caught in his throat. He was pretty sure this man wasn’t one of his workers undercover, but there was still no way he was going to send a picture with his face in it –he’d seen peoples reputations dragged through the mud before after being caught sending indecent photos of themselves. But… maybe his chest would be an ok compromise? To let this guy know he was a real person at least.
Quickly tying his raven hair into a bun so it wouldn’t be visible he pulled his top off… and glanced down at the six eyes and ‘v’ tattoo which ran down his chest between his pecs. Ah. That would be far too easy to identify him. Grabbing the black silk sheet off the bed he clutched it in his hand and held it between his pecs quickly snapping a photo on his phone. Checking it over to make sure there was no way it could be traced back to being him, he clicked send.
--Oooh nice. Such beautiful white unmarked skin, and slim but so well defined.
--The sheet is a nice teasing touch too. Would you try to tease me to be punished, baby?
The Regrator stubbed out his cigarette and felt a slight stirring in his loins.
--I would. I’d tease you all day until you snapped and grabbed me by my throat…
--Then I’d back you against the wall, squeezing harder. I’d rip your shirt off and bite those beautiful nipples of yours. If you were a good boy and apologised I’d slap them for you, making sure to catch your nipples so the sting burns right through you
A whimper left Pantalones throat, feeling beyond shamed as a bead of precum ran down his cock reading through the others message.
--Would you like that, baby?
--I would… would you pull my hair and degrade me? Force me onto my knees for you?
--Oh hoho but of course. I’d have you on your knees begging me to let you suck my cock. I’d tangle your hair in my hand and hold you against the wall as I fucked your throat raw, taking everything that I want from you. Would you give it to me?
--I would
Pantalone typed in a haze, his hand starting to stroke himself over the top of his now much too tight trousers. Suddenly an image came through on his screen – a hand clad in latex gloves firmly holding what looked to be a very good sized cock, the fat head poking out from his fist glistening with a drop of precum.
--Look what thinking about you does to me beautiful… could you show me more?
--It doesn’t have to be too extreme; just anything you’re happy to send
Cheeks burning and cock twitching, Pantalone kicked his trousers off and pulled himself up on a straddling position on the bed, taking a quick snap shot of his lower abdomen, focusing mainly on his ‘v’ line with just the very start of a black haired happy trail, sending it over.
--Oh straddling the bed? Is that one of the ways you’d tease me? Riding me slowly, your hips rolling but never quite fast enough to grant me release? Until I throw you off and pin you to the bed, fucking my way into you like a wild animal until your shuddering and crying, cumming on my thick cock?
Pantalone choked as his release hit, sending stripes of cum over his right hand and over the bed sheets. Panting with exhaustion, he shakily managed to snap a photo of his black gloved hand (thankfully he’d taken his signature rings off when he’d got back to his hotel room) covered in cum, and sent it to the other.
A few minutes passed until his phone buzzed again, and this time it was a photo of a big and strong looking latex gloved covered hand coated in what looked like vast amounts of cum.
--Wow. Guess it’s been a while. I would have preferred to have unloaded all of this deep inside you…
Letting out a shaky laugh, Pantalone left his phone on the bed to get cleaned up, returning to it ten minutes later to find another couple of messages.
--Was that too much?
--If cumming inside isn’t your thing its fine you know.
--Ah, sorry I just went to clean up!
--There’s hardly anything I don’t like so don’t worry
--So tell me what you don’t like? So I don’t do it when I meet you.
Reality hit with a thud again. Doing this for real? Was he really going to meet this stranger for sex? Well… that was the entire point of joining the app after all.
--Oh, there’s just some things I can’t stand to be called, that’s all.
--Tell me what so I know. I’m not going to do anything you’re uncomfortable with baby, especially if it’s something as minor as words.
Pantalone swallowed before replying, hoping the other wouldn’t question his request further.
--Being called a whore. Or anything relating to that. Hooker, hoe, streetwalker, prostitute etc.
--I don’t mind derogatory names in general… slut, bitch and the like… just nothing relating to that.
His phone remained silent for several minutes. Surely the person on the other end was now putting two and two together. It was too obvious not to get.
--Ok. I won’t use any language or words like that, I promise.
Pantalone smiled. No pressing, no questions, just… acceptance. A smile bloomed across his face.
--Thank you.
--Don’t ever thank someone for doing the bare minimum of respecting your wishes.
--Besides, your profile said you’re in Snezhnaya. Are you anywhere near the capital?
Pantalones eyes gazed out of the part drawn curtains, a warm breeze still filtering in.
--Ah… I usually reside in Snezhnaya, But I’m on a business trip currently. I should be back next week, and yes I am located very close to the capital
--Awesome. You shall have to let me know when you are back on frozen ground. As much as I enjoyed having you cum by your own hand, I would much prefer to do it with my fingers, cock or mouth
--I’m looking forward to it. I hope these aren’t just big words with no substance though
--Oh not to worry, I won’t disappoint you beautiful
--You’d better not; I’ll take that as a promise
--It’s getting late here, I should probably get to sleep, least I mess everything up at work tomorrow and get delayed even further.
--I understand.
--Sleep tight my beautiful Furen
Pantalones heart jumped into his mouth, and he quickly lit another cigarette. Dragging on it heavily trying to remind himself this whole thing was just a no strings attached agreement for free sex.