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Sotha Sil was perfectly content with being alone.
If it was possible, he would be content being alone forever. Of course, that is not a realistic way of living. As much as he would want to be alone, he still has food delivered, apprentices and acolytes to teach, and, most importantly, his fellow Tribunal members meetings. As much as he minimized outside contact, he will always have to come in contact with others. But in these moments, these fleeting instances of truly being alone, he cherishes the quiet puffs of pressurized air coming through the tubes in his labs, and the soft clinks of metal as he works on his projects.
"Seht!"
Well, there goes that moment of solitude.
Vivec was not content with being alone. He always needed someone around him, whether that was his priests, or his followers and worshipers, or the other Tribunal members, he needed someone around him. Vivec had made it very clear in the past that, while he does enjoy his solitary time, he feels his best around others.
And this moment, he just had to be around Sotha Sil.
”Seeeeht~!” Vivec said again in a tone half taunting. His arms wrapped around the others neck and he nuzzled his chin in the crook. “What’re you working on?”
“Do you ever stop levitating?” Sil asked back, trying to avoid answering Vivec’s question.
Vehk pouted. “It’s not my fault you made yourself seven feet tall.” He gave a quick peck on the cheek of the others dwarven helm and wrapped his arms tighter around his neck. “How else am I supposed to kiss this chiseled face of yours?”
Seht puffed air out of his nose hard, but didn’t respond. He continued his work, much to the dismay of Vivec. The half-colored God traced circles over the other's clothed chest and whined.
"What do you want, Vehk?" Sil asked, aggravation bubbling up. "For a self-called 'poet,' you're not very good at using your words, are you?"
"Hey!" Vivec shouted, lightly kneeing Seht in the back. "I'm fantastic at using words when I want to. I just thought you understood me enough to not need them."
"How can I understand you when you haven't told me anything?" Sil quipped back. "If you don't tell me what you want, I can't do anything."
"I want you to ummnmnmnm" Vehks voice turned to mumbles as he buried his face in the crook of the other's neck.
"You're being difficult on purpose." Sil stated. "Speak clearly."
"I want you to use me." Vehk said louder, peaking his mouth out from its resting place. "I want you to use me," he said again.
Seht huffed. "Use you? How?"
Vivec whined again. "Do I need to spell out everything for you, Seht?"
"If you're talking about sex, can't you just go to Almalexia? I'm sure she's less busy than I am." He made loud metallic noises with his tinkering to emphasize his point. Vivec's grip suddenly grew soft, and the half-colored God's forehead rested on his shoulder. He spoke in a whisper.
"It has to be you."
This made Sotha Sil stop his work in its tracks. He peaked cautiously over his shoulder to look at his fellow Tribune, but couldn't see his face. "What do you mean, it has to be me?" He asked hesitantly.
Vivec was slient. He wanted desperately to say something, to tell Sil what he meant, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he nuzzled his face deeper into Sil's back between his shoulders.
The aggravation that once was bubbling in Sotha Sil's chest quickly cooled in the presence of his distraught brother-sister. He pulled away from Vehk, turning to face him. The smaller God's face was still turned to the ground as he hovered in the air. Sil reached his right hand and cupped Vehk's cheek, tilting the other's face up so that he could see them.
Vivec's face was neutral, but his cheeks were warm and flushed, and slightly wet from half-dried tears. They leaned into the others touch and placed their hand over his, moving closer to him so that he was practically against Seht's chest. "Please?"
"Just tell me what you want me to do." Sil sighed lightly, "I'll do it, but you need to tell me."
"Use me," Vivec responded quietly, "Use me like I'm just a toy. Use me to fulfill your needs, without seeing me as an equal. Use me as if I am nothing to you but an object."
Sil was taken aback. Vivec had always seen himself as high-and-mighty, as someone who wants control over anything and everything else. Gods, its the reason they were even Tribunal in the first place. Sotha Sil had never seen his fellow Tribune like this before, and it concerned him. "Is that really what you want?"
"Why should it matter what I want?" Vehk smiled softly. "I'm just your toy."
"What happened? This isn't like you."
Frustration lines began to wrinkle Vivec's face. "Are you going to use me or not? If you don't want to, just tell me. I'll go."
"I Will." His voice was calm, trying not to upset Vivec more than they already were. "I just... Well, I don't know where this is coming from." He wrapped his left arm around their waist, pulling them closer. "You've always been so dominant in the past. Even more so than Ayem."
Vehk's face softened slightly. "I don't know about that. Ayem has always been domineering." They took their hand off of his and wrapped their arms around his neck. "I just need to be dominated right now, okay?"
The aggravation was bubbling up again in Sil's chest. "Why are you so difficult?" is what Sotha Sil wanted to say, but he held his tongue. Instead, he spoke quietly. "Talk to me, Vehk."
"I'll talk to you when I'm ready." Vivec snapped. Catching himself, his body relaxed. "I'm sorry, okay? Just... just help me. Please."
The hand that was cupped around Vehk's face moved to their throat, and their breath stifled at the touch. Seht knew that if he wanted answers, he'd have to play along with Vehk's little game. "Tap my arm twice to stop." He said in a low voice, tightening his fingers around their throat. It was surprisingly cool and tender, with a hard knot of a buried adams apple resting snuggly against his palm.
Vivec coughed roughly from the pressure on his windpipe. They grasped at his wrist, but were stuck in place with his arm still around their waist. Sotha Sil's grasp tightened further, and a half-gurgling-half-choking noise escaped from Vivec's mouth. His fingers were warm, as if they were sucking the heat from the other's now burning throat, and his fingertips dug into the sides of their neck as casually as one grips a knife hilt. Despite his warm hands, his forearms felt cool to Vehk's own wildly gripping hands. They clawed at his wrists, but did not tap them.
Something firm nudged against Seht stomach, and he let go of Vehk altogether. Their levitating form collapsed into a coughing fit on the ground, tenderly rubbing their own throat as they stared up meekly at Sil.
"Was that enough?" Sil's jaw was clenched, but he hardly noticed the tension of the muscles against his helm. He was more focused on the ache of his hands from straining against Vivec's throat, the pulsing warmth through his knuckles.
"What do you think?" They retaliated in a hoarse voice between coughs. Vehk shifted under his gaze, hunching over to try and hide their growing erection. It was embarrasing to admit that being choked turned them on.
Unfortunately for them, Sotha Sil caught on quick. Something deep inside of his stomach stirred from seeing Vehk so vulnerable on the floor in front of him, and almost instinctively he fumbled with the ties on his robes.
Vivec's eyes widened at the sight of Seht opening his robe, and they crawled backwards a few inches. They were both terrified and excited at the idea of what he was going to do to them, and the small cock tenting their ornate loincloth made this apparent.
The flowing white robe dropped to the ground revealing Sotha Sil's blue-tinged ashen body. His angular hip bones jutted out of his skin in a "V" shape, leading down to his own half-hard dick. Without hesitation, Seht made his way to Vehk and pushed them down, flipping them flat on their back. He sat on their chest and throat, with his knees on either side of their head and his manhood laid across their face. Vivec's breath quickened in response to the sudden chain of events. He'd never seen Sil this dominant before, and it was exhilarating. They stuck their tongue out and gingerly licked up and down the other's shaft. Seht slowly grinded onto their face and into the touch of Vehk's tongue, and his breathing stifled. He pulled his hips back enough so that the tip of his dick was lined up with Vehk's lips.
Seht inhaled deeply as he hastily pushed into Vivec's warm mouth. Vehk made a small noise from their throat in response to action, and the vibration from it sent a shiver down Seht's spine. He took hold of the other's pointed elf ears to gain control of his pace as he began thrusting wildly into their mouth, growing to become fully erect.
Vehk grabbed tightly onto Sotha Sil's thighs to try and stabilize themself. Sil's cock as much bigger than average, with him being 7 feet tall, and it was making it very hard for Vivec to breathe as it rubbed harshly against the tight walls of his throat. He made more noise in protest, which seemed to only excite Seht more as they felt him grow harder in their mouth. Vivec wouldn't admit it, but the abuse made his loins ache. They rubbed their legs together to try and create some, any kind of friction, but they were only left with an aching need for contact.
Animalistic moans and growls bounced against the walls of Sil's workshop as he ravaged his fellow Tribune. The warm, wet walls of Vivec's throat were almost overstimulating. Every time Sil pulled out, it felt like the tight hole just sucked him back in. He had been working for so long, and it had been ages since he last came. He needed this so badly, he needed to cum. His heavy breathing grew quick and shallow as he reached his peak.
Sotha Sil pushed himself in all the way to the hilt and arched his back as a wave of ecstasy washed over him. All of his tension seems to dissolve and drain down into his stomach. His dick pulsed as he shot his cum down Vehk's throat and into his esophagus.
And Vivec really couldn't breathe. As Seht came into them, their entire throat contracted, trying and failing to get air. Their head felt faint, and their grip on Seht's thighs loosened. In their last moment of clarity, they tapped on Seht's thigh twice.
The taps broke Sil out of his trance, and he glanced downwards at his partner. He desperately wanted to stay in their throat, but he respected Vehk's wishes moreso. He pulled out of the others mouth and rutted against their face, the cum still oozing out of his cock dripping down their face. His breathing grew deep and his dick softened.
An uncomfortable buzz filed Vivec’s head as oxygen flooded his lungs, bringing them back from his semi-conscious state. He swallowed a few times in a row to try and empty his mouth of any remaining cum, wincing from the stinging sensation of their now-raw throat.
Sil laid on the floor beside them now, right hand on their chest. His fingers traced the line where Vehk’s colors split, down their stomach and right above…
Vivec tapped Sotha Sil’s hand twice.
Seht was surprised. He was confused on why he would be - he knew that Vivec was unpredictable, and that this was a new experience, but they had never turned down getting themself off.
Faded yellow mist surrounded Vehk’s throat briefly from a minor healing spell, and he sat up. “Not today.”
”Why not?” Sil wasn’t pleading. He was genuinely curious, and a bit worried. “Was I too rough?”
”No, no,” Vivec gently lifted the others chin and gave him a peck on the lips. “You were great, love. You gave me what I needed.” They stood up and stretched their shoulders. “I don’t need anything else.”
”Are you sure? I don’t mind helping you-“
”Seht.”
Dual-colored eyes stared sternly at Sotha Sil. After a moment, they softened. “You’ve done enough. Thank you.”
And before Sil could answer, Vivec was gone.