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Not too long ago, there was chatter about an incident involving Master Diluc and some outlandish alcohol from Snezhnaya.
Snezhnayan merchants came bearing what they called “fire-water” on their path to initiate a partnership with Dawn Winery, and, to show his respect, Diluc downed an entire glass of the foreign specialty during a banquet. It’s said that he slept for three days after the event had ended. Some of the maids of the household thought him dead.
His first statement regarding the partnership with the foreign diplomats was,
“The people of Mondstadt can’t handle this.”
Now, it’s no shock to anyone that Diluc is not a fan of alcohol.
Whether it be wine, beer, or any other of the various distilled beverages Mondstadt cherishes, Diluc can’t stand it.
That is, not today, he can’t.
8 years ago, deep in the frozen tundra of Snezhnaya, was a different story.
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The thud of a hefty beer glass on the bar snaps Diluc out of his nostalgic stupor.
With a wince, he remembers where he is. Morepesok, a small fishing village off the coast of Snezhnaya. Despite his surroundings, the familiar heavy scent of alcohol wafts through the air, reminding Diluc briefly of Angel’s Share. The thought provides little comfort, but he might as well take what he can get.
Anyway, the patrons here are a far cry from the warm and friendly citizens of Mondstadt that Diluc remembers. Emphasizing the comparison, a drunken old man stumbles up from his seat a few feet down from Diluc and immediately collapses to the floor. Nobody bats an eye at his groaning as he rises from the floor, outfit dirtied and torn, and hauls himself out of the tavern.
Diluc hikes his hood up higher, pulling the woolen lining further over his eyes as he scowls. He outstretches a hand in search of his drink; a much needed distraction. However, when he peers down into the glass, he finds that it’s empty. Diluc grimaces, calloused fingers releasing the cup. Had he really drunk that much already? He sighs, readying himself to order another.
“Out of wine?” An unfamiliar voice interjects from Diluc’s right, and he turns his head.
A young man, not much older than Diluc himself, sits atop the stool beside him. His tousled orange bangs swoop down over his forehead, adding to his boyish appearance. Freckles litter his rosy cheeks and Greek nose, melding together into an unseasonal tan in some places; a rare sight in the far North. Uncannily blue eyes peer into Diluc’s own, and the boy flashes Diluc a knowing smile– Diluc swears that it almost makes him squint. Instead, he furrows his brows in scrutiny.
“Grape juice,” Diluc supplies, barely sitting up from his hunched-over position. Hopefully this guy would take a hint and buzz off– though Diluc had an inkling that that would be far from the case.
“Bartender, two fire-waters, please!” The freckled man calls across the countertop, and the bartender grunts in acknowledgement.
“You don’t have to buy me a drink.” Diluc insists, not making an effort to conceal his scowl.
“Oh, but of course I do,” The man waves a dismissive hand, scooting closer to Diluc. “You’re in the great land of Snezhnaya and you’re drinking grape juice?” He ‘tsk’s. “That just won’t do!”
Diluc sighs, muttering something angrily under his breath.
How did he get roped up with this guy again?
The thought is quickly dismissed when the bartender slides two shot glasses of the aforementioned “fire-water” across the bar. Diluc’s new companion is quick to snatch them up, entrusting one to Diluc and keeping one for himself.
“Drink up, comrade!” He exclaims, way too cheerfully, especially compared to the dreary, hostile environment of the tavern. Diluc blends in like a shroomboar in the forest; inconspicuous and undetectable. It’s rather impressive, actually, considering his garish hair, that he doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb.
This new arrival, however, does the exact opposite.
He’s rowdy, painfully loud, and infectiously happy. Were Diluc a younger version of himself, he thinks briefly, he might’ve enjoyed his company.
That boy was long gone, though.
Diluc can’t remember seeing him when he entered the bar, but then again, he’s running on just under three hours of sleep, half of a sandwich, and, of course, the wounds festering underneath his cloak. It’s no surprise that he can hardly remember what he did an hour ago.
Diluc wrinkles his nose as he peers down into the shot glass. A pungent scent wafts up towards his nose and he winces, pulling away.
Is this really what Snezhnayans drink on a daily basis? he thought, glaring at the swirling concoction.
A rough nudge to his shoulder causes Diluc to look up once more. He finds the stranger tossing back his own shot, swallowing with practiced ease, and exhaling sharply. The ginger shakes his head as if thrilled.
“Come on, comrade, if you’re gonna be staying here in Snezhnaya, you’ll need to get accustomed to this.” To emphasize his point, he reaches forward and pushes the shot glass up to Diluc’s lips. Diluc swallows hesitantly, his throat bobbing, and sighs. He might as well get this over with so this guy will leave him alone.
With newfound resolve, Diluc tosses his head back and tilts the shot glass into his mouth. The alcohol slithers over his tongue and down his throat like honey, leaving a burning-hot, tingly sensation lingering in his mouth. It settles in his belly, radiating warmth throughout his entire body that makes his head spin.
Finally swallowing the liquid fire, Diluc keels over, regret taking him by the shoulders as he coughs, clearly not accustomed to the searing heat of the beverage. His new friend pats him on the back, laughing heartily, and when Diluc finally raises his gaze, he finds that there are two more shot glasses on the counter before him.
“Well, you’ve got to build up a tolerance, right?” The stranger grins at Diluc in response to his glare. Before Diluc knows it, there’s another glass at his lips and the ginger’s strangely lightless blue eyes boring into his. Diluc hardly registers how his stare ignites a dizzying fire in his core.
It was going to be a long night.
-
Diluc is way drunker than he intended to be.
It’s not like he’s never tasted alcohol before this point, of course he has– what kind of son to Mondstadt’s biggest wine tycoon would he be if he hadn’t? Despite his sufficient experience, though, Diluc thinks he may have overestimated himself this time.
He’s never been hammered before, but he assumes that this is what it feels like. A dull throbbing in the back of his skull despite never banging it on anything, a too-noticable warm river of heat flowing from his stomach to his extremities, and the fact that nothing within his field of vision can seem to sit still for five seconds.
Slumped over the countertop with one hand gripping a glass and the other bracing his face against the wood, Diluc thinks briefly that it’s getting to be a little too much.
Thankfully, his new friend (not that he would call him that), Ajax, whose name he came to learn over the course of the night’s drinking escapade, rests a gentle hand on his back, leaning down to meet Diluc’s half-lidded eyes.
“Hey there, Red, you doin’ okay?” Ajax’s hand runs up and down Diluc’s back comfortingly, and Diluc sighs, collapsing further against the cool wood bar. He’s grateful for Ajax’s touch grounding him, but there’s a persistent, almost uncomfortable warmth that accompanies it that makes Diluc fidget. It’s nothing, he decides, lifting his head groggily.
“‘M fine,” Diluc manages, lifting his free hand from his shot glass to wave Ajax off, but instead knocks over the glass, spilling alcohol across the counter.
Ajax curses softly in a language Diluc is unfamiliar with and calls over the bartender, who quickly begins mopping up the spillage with a rag, sparing a few angry words to Ajax.
Diluc can feel sturdy arms looping underneath his own, lifting him up from where he sits as a lump on the bar. He grumbles, probably something meant to be coherent, but it falls on deaf ears. Ajax’s voice echoes in Diluc’s ears like an omniscient narrator as his feet find the ground, because despite Ajax’s firm grasp on Diluc’s arms, he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where Ajax is.
“I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” There’s Ajax’s voice again, this time right in Diluc’s ear, and he swivels his head to find Ajax crouching beside him. He seems to have hoisted Diluc up next to him and planted one of Diluc’s arms around his neck in order to help him stand upright. Diluc finds the energy to nod, head bobbing back and forth. Ajax was probably right, considering Diluc’s conked-out state.
Before he knows it, Diluc is walking– if you could even call it that. Ajax is supporting most if not all of Diluc’s body weight as they move, and Diluc’s feet are more stumbling blindly alongside Ajax’s than walking on their own.
The boisterous, stuffy atmosphere of the tavern is quickly and suddenly replaced by near pitch-black streets and icy winds that nip at Diluc’s nose. He shudders softly despite the red-hot blood thrumming against his skin and lifts his head.
Ajax is walking with surprising ease, the cold seemingly not affecting him, not to mention the limp weight of Diluc’s body leaning against him. The bitter cold does some good to sober Diluc up, and he’s able to ground himself and observe his surroundings.
Dim street lights flicker in his peripheral view as they walk slowly down the cobble streets. You wouldn’t know what you’re walking on if not for the stability– snow covers every inch of the town as far as the eye could see. Signs hanging down from poles swing wildly in the vicious winds, creaking noisily. When Diluc eventually focuses his gaze on Ajax again, he looks vaguely determined, and that is when Diluc finally questions where they’re going.
“Where’re we goin’?” Diluc croaks, finding the words to speak after slurring drunken gibberish for so long. He grimaces at the grating feeling his voice creates against his throat, holding back a cough.
“I’m bringing you to a nearby inn to sober up. What kind of comrade would I be if I left you there in this state?” Ajax’s voice is less loud, less friendly than earlier, but the smile he gives Diluc negates his change in tone. Diluc has not the energy to object, so when Ajax hauls them both through a thick, ornate wooden door, Diluc observes silently.
The doorway is decently shorter than the both of them, so Ajax leans down, causing Diluc to stumble a bit, arms readying to brace his potential fall on instinct. Once they make it into the inn in one piece, Diluc is pleasantly surprised by the state of the interior.
Like the tavern, the building is made almost entirely out of wood, but is surprisingly good at retaining warmth, as Diluc can tell by the gust of warm air that hits his face when they enter. Lanterns containing lit candles hang strategically from the ceiling, giving the space a warm, honey-like ambience. The ceiling is low, just like the doorway, so both Ajax and Diluc must remain slightly bent over in order to avoid bumping their heads.
A few feet before them is a rickety old desk rooted to the wooden flooring where an elderly lady with a hunch and kind eyes stands to greet them. A surge of red-hot pain to Diluc’s temple causes his head to loll forward with a groan, leaving Ajax to make the arrangements.
“Приветствия, a room for two?” The receptionist asks, her accent heavy even when she speaks the common language. Ajax responds in the foreign language the old lady had used to greet them, and the two continue conversing, much to Diluc’s annoyance. Slumped against Ajax, and with nothing else to focus on, Diluc becomes acutely aware of Ajax’s tight grip around his midsection. That suddenly familiar warmth seemed to bloom wherever Ajax’s arm held Diluc– wherever their bodies met, really– and Diluc could feel his breath hitch.
Diluc is brought back down to Earth when Ajax’s fingers tighten on his front, hauling him upward.
“C’mon, comrade, let’s get you to your room.” Ajax grits out, hauling a sweaty, limp Diluc down a dimly lit hallway adjacent to the foyer. Of course, it’s not like he weighed much at this point in his adventure, but hauling a drunk man who seems to be neither walking with or against you, but a secret third option, is harder than it looks.
They manage to make it to the room and Ajax throws open the door with some effort, just barely avoiding a scuff against the wall. Diluc has gone almost entirely limp at this point, relying solely on Ajax to hold him up against the force of gravity.
Being weightless like this feels good, in a way, he thinks distantly, as Ajax manhandles him into the room.
The lights are dim against worn wallpaper, and a cheap chandelier swings from the center of the ceiling, illuminating the two men just enough for Diluc to make out Ajax’s face.
And boy, is it a face. He hadn’t taken the time out of his day to really look at him earlier, and it might just be the alcohol swimming in his veins, but Ajax seems to be glowing right now. Under the warm candlelight, his blue eyes look extra vibrant against his fiery hair. And, call Diluc crazy, but Ajax seems just as entranced.
Diluc, with a newfound confidence, reaches his free arm up to rest it against Ajax’s frost-bitten cheek. He lets his thumb caress the dip underneath Ajax’s bottom lip, just barely teasing the soft pink skin of his mouth.
Ajax’s jaw stiffens as Diluc brushes his thumb along it. Diluc can see the internal struggle in his eyes, the way he fights against his urge to lean into the other’s touch.
“Red,” Ajax says the word like a breath he’s been holding for too long, “you need to rest.”
“Mm, not tired,” Diluc counters, hand now fully splayed against Ajax’s freckled skin. With some effort, he brings himself up onto both feet, untangling his other arm from around Ajax’s shoulders to hold him properly. He noses against the crook of the ginger’s neck, inhaling the heady scent of him.
Here, Diluc can feel Ajax’s fluttering pulse against his lips. He presses a featherlight kiss to the skin just underneath his ear, satisfied with the strained gasp it elicits from Ajax.
Abruptly, Ajax presses his palms against Diluc’s shoulders, prying his curious mouth away from his neck. “Red, you’re drunk. I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret tomorrow.” Ajax’s face is flushed pink, and the way his fingertips dig into the rough fabric of Diluc’s cloak tells him that Ajax is trying his hardest to resist this, too.
“I won’t regret it,” Diluc insists, a crease furrowing his brow. He has no idea what’s gotten into him– except, of course, for the liquor– but he suddenly feels like he’d cease to exist without Ajax’s touch. He almost feels ashamed, but he’s just so desperate for some kind of touch right now that he has no time to be embarrassed.
Ajax’s eyes flicker over Diluc’s face warily and Diluc just barely glimpses the bobbing motion of his Adam's apple as he swallows.
They stare at each other for a long, fervid moment, eyes traveling between each other’s lips and then back to meet the other’s gaze.
When Ajax kisses him, it’s frantic and violent and neverending. Ajax licks into his mouth, his hands wandering down to grip Diluc by his hips. Diluc returns the intensity with a muffled keening noise, much to Ajax’s liking. Their teeth clash roughly as they try to match one another’s pace, nibbling lips and exploring mouths.
They stumble backwards into the wall and Ajax slots a knee between his legs, finally affording Diluc the pressure he’s been craving for what felt like hours. They break apart to breathe, panting raggedly into each other’s mouths.
Diluc runs his hands up from Ajax’s neck to the nape of his neck, tangling his fingers in the messy hair there. Ajax hisses when Diluc tugs particularly roughly on it, in turn nudging his knee further against the growing tent in Diluc’s pants.
Diluc groans, tossing his head back against the wall. Ajax takes the opportunity to start kissing and nipping at his neck, suckling the skin there into his mouth. Diluc ruts his hips against the pressure of Ajax’s leg, panting as Ajax continues to find new places to touch him.
He’s everywhere– his neck, his mouth, his groin, and he’s so hot. Literally. Everywhere Ajax makes contact with his skin, a fire ignites, fierce and inextinguishable. It’s dizzying, the speed and intensity with which Ajax ravages his skin: groping and grabbing at the supple flesh of his ass, suckling dark bruises into the sensitive skin of his neck.
And Diluc takes it. He drives back against Ajax’s barrage, hips canting forward, kissing him like he’d suffocate if he wasn’t constantly tasting Ajax’s breath.
Just as Diluc starts to get particularly desperate, grinding against Ajax’s leg, he pulls away. Diluc is confused for a moment at the lack of contact, but realizes quickly what’s happening.
Ajax sinks to his knees, running his hands down Diluc’s trembling legs. Slowly, he runs his fingers along Diluc’s half-hard on, evoking a full-body shiver from the redhead. Ajax hands lazily travel back up to Diluc’s waistband, staring up at him sensually as his fingers wiggle underneath the elastic.
Diluc is probably the most turned-on he’s ever been in his life. Sure, he’s touched himself before, read a few smutty novels, masturbated to those sexy lingerie magazines, but nothing like this. Nothing like having Ajax, willing and so eager to please, thumbing at the waistband of his pants, wetting his lips in anticipation as if he’s about to devour his last meal.
He watches with labored breath as Ajax yanks down his pants along with his boxers, freeing his cock. Ajax wraps one hand around the shaft, stroking languidly, and Diluc’s mouth falls open with a terribly loud moan.
Ajax steadily increases the pace of his ministrations before leaning forward to take the head in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He swirls his tongue expertly, drawing more broken whimpers and moans from Diluc.
Ajax is, obviously, far more experienced in this field than Diluc is. Despite his many admirers back home, he never brought anyone home, nor did he ever sneak out to meet up with a secret lover. At a certain point, he thought he might even be behind in terms of sex with people his age, and had read through a few guides on how to ‘properly’ have sex.
Diluc assumes that this must be the proper way, mostly because it feels so good– nothing like whatever he’s done to himself in the privacy of his own chambers.
Teasingly, Ajax licks up and down the length of Diluc’s member, tonguing the underside to revel in the way it makes Diluc’s thighs tremble.
Slowly but surely, Ajax takes more and more of him into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks in a blatantly vulgar way that makes Diluc’s cock twitch. Ajax bobs up and down, maintaining eye contact and peering up at Diluc through his lashes.
Ajax looks beautiful. His lips enveloping Diluc’s dick, coated in saliva and precum, his cheeks dusted pink– it’s almost too much. Diluc brings a hand up to cover his mouth as he bucks into the wet heat of Ajax’s mouth, crying out each time Ajax swallows around him.
Ajax, painfully hard against the stretch of his pants, shoves his free hand down to undo his fly and start palming himself as he watches Diluc come apart before him. This only serves to turn Diluc on even more– the knowledge that just seeing Diluc feeling good is enough to get him hard. Diluc has to hold back a moan, choosing instead to bite down on the flesh of his palm.
Eventually, Ajax halts, popping off of Diluc’s cock with a wet, lewd noise. “You can pull my hair,” he pants, still stroking himself between his legs.
Diluc blinks, breath still coming in shaky gasps.
“Well, go on, or I’ll come before you do.” Ajax blurts, and Diluc knows he’s telling the truth by the way his chest is heaving. So, Diluc snakes a hand into Ajax’s hair, running his fingertips along the surface of his scalp. And he pulls.
Ajax gasps, his breath hitching, and then he’s back on Diluc’s cock, slurping and sucking like his life depends on it.
With newfound vigor, and a hand firmly in Ajax’s hair, Diluc thrusts into Ajax’s mouth, pace quickening with each desperate, whining noise that pours from his lips. Ajax moans around him, the vibrations against Diluc’s member causing him to shudder against Ajax’s mouth.
“Close,” Diluc pants, both hands now buried in the soft locks of ginger hair. Ajax merely grunts as a response, furrowing his brows as he struggles to swallow down every inch of what Diluc is giving him.
Diluc feels lost in a haze of pleasure, each and every nerve ending alight beneath his skin as Ajax licks and sucks with reckless abandon, occasionally fondling Diluc’s balls or holding his thighs open with a bruising one-handed grip. Slowly, that familiar coil begins to tighten in his belly, and his thrusts become desperate and uncoordinated as he chases his own release.
Ajax’s nose is buried in the short, coily hairs at the base of Diluc’s cock, and he inhales the sweat-soaked, musky scent of his skin, feeling his climax fast approaching as well.
Diluc’s pace becomes bruising; panting and whining wantonly as he drives into the warmth of Ajax’s mouth. A low noise escapes him as his hips stutter, the tip of his dick slamming against the back of Ajax’s throat. The velvety feeling of Ajax’s mouth, his slick tongue wrapped around him– it was all too much.
Heat pools in Diluc’s stomach and he comes with a sharp cry, hips stalling against Ajax’s lips. He trembles, voice crackling in a broken, wanton noise as his face contorts into a blissed-out expression of pleasure. Shockwaves of that blissful feeling travel throughout his body and he can feel himself twitch against Ajax’s pillowy tongue.
As Diluc comes down from his high, he quickly realizes that he forgot to tell Ajax to pull off. His seed floods Ajax’s mouth, and the ginger gags, not given a proper warning. He slides off of Diluc’s cock, sputtering, and Diluc watches with a mix of sobering horror and arousal as Ajax brings his hand up to wipe his mouth, and then swallows.
“That was,” Diluc mumbles, but doesn’t finish, too busy letting his eyes wander over Ajax’s flushed cheeks, catching on a drop of come staining the skin beside his mouth.
“Good?” Ajax rasps, clearly eager to be praised.
Diluc nods. “Really good.” He pauses, eyeing Ajax’s stiff cock. “You didn’t..?”
Ajax glances down, following Diluc’s gaze, and then looks back up again, shaking his head. “Didn’t wanna,” he breathes, rising to his feet to tower over Diluc once more, “I wouldn’t have been able to get hard again in time to do this.” Punctuating his words, Ajax leans in to kiss Diluc again, shoving his tongue into the redhead’s mouth mercilessly.
Diluc moans into the kiss, feeling his knees wobble as Ajax shoves him back against the wall, teeth clashing against his in a clumsy, desperate attempt to be as close to the other as possible. Diluc can taste the salty flavor of himself on Ajax’s tongue, and it’s oddly exciting, he thinks, as that familiar warmth of arousal swims in his tummy.
Then he’s being spun around and directed towards the mattress, and Ajax seldom breaks their kiss as his back collides with the soft, feathery cushion of the bed.
Briefly, Diluc pulls away from Ajax’s relentless mouth, panting. “Wait,” he manages, “I’ve never..” he trails off. Ajax just stares at him, so he hums and pushes through the embarrassment. “I’ve never done.. this before.” Compared to earlier, he’s surprisingly timid.
Ajax’s pupils are blown so wide only a thin circle of that radiant blue remains, and they seem to twinkle at the prospect. “This is your first time?” he asks breathlessly, wetting his kiss-swollen lips.
Suddenly shy, Diluc lowers his head against his chest, nodding bashfully. For a moment, he expects Ajax to say something crude or mocking, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t say anything for a moment, so Diluc glances up, only to find he’s done quite the opposite.
Ajax’s cheeks are flushed a deep red, and his irises nearly gone under the intense black of his pupils. He’s panting too, labored, harsh breaths, as though he’s holding back. And he is, Diluc realizes– he sees it in the way that Ajax’s fingers curl into the sheets, the way his eyes bore into Diluc’s like he’s become the center of the universe.
“You.. you like that?” Diluc mutters.
Ajax almost scoffs. “That’s, like, the hottest thing ever.” He smiles, and it serves to ease Diluc’s nerves. “Means I get to show you to everything,” His voice lowers, sending a jolt of arousal to Diluc’s core, and he leans down to peck at Diluc’s neck, planting kisses lower and lower until he arrives at the skin of his collarbone.
Diluc’s hands find purchase on the back of Ajax’s neck, running his finger along the smooth, slightly sweat-dampened skin there. He tilts his chin up, allowing Ajax more room to kiss and suck at his already hickeyed skin. Small noises escape him, desperate whines and keens as he instinctually rolls his hips upward into Ajax’s.
Ajax, producing a low, gravelly sound, almost a growl, reciprocates the motion, grinding down roughly into Diluc’s lap.
After a few moments of those soft movements, Ajax pulls away, breathless. “I’m gonna have to prep you,” he utters, hands now having traveled down to hold Diluc by the trembling skin of his thighs. “Okay?”
Diluc, already missing the feeling of Ajax’s mouth on his skin, and eager for his touch, nods. A warm anticipation in his core makes him squirm as Ajax offers him a reassuring smile and descends along his body, brushing his lips against his milky white skin with just enough pressure to make him flinch.
The mattress dips with the weight of Ajax’s movement as he arrives between Diluc’s legs. Routinely, Ajax reaches over into the bedside table and rummages through it for a moment. Diluc watches, high-strung and pressing his thighs together absentmindedly, before Ajax curses softly under his breath.
“I don’t have any lube, so we’re just gonna have to use what you’ve given me already.” Ajax says with a wink, and reaches forward to stroke Diluc’s cock gently, gathering the remainders of spit and come left from earlier. Diluc gasps, sensitive and shuddering against Ajax’s hand.
After gathering a good amount of fluid in his palm, Ajax spreads the cloudy substance between his pointer finger and thumb, making an obscene display of how it clings to his fingertips, and grins up at Diluc. Diluc, cheeks flushed a deep crimson, turns his head away and covers his face with his hand.
Ajax tsks and reaches up with his clean hand to gently pry Diluc’s arm away from his blushing face, intertwining their fingers in a way that makes this all feel infinitely more intimate. “Oh, don’t hide, Малыш.” Diluc glances up at Ajax bashfully, feeling far too exposed. “I want to see you,” Ajax whispers against the shell of Diluc’s ear, lighting a fire in Diluc’s core. Diluc manages a nod, if only to get Ajax to stop sweet-talking him. Ajax chuckles softly and returns his attention to Diluc’s sex.
“I’m gonna start with one,” Ajax says, his voice silky-smooth. Diluc nods again, feeling his heart pound wildly against his ribcage.
Then there’s a gentle, probing pressure against Diluc’s hole. He jolts, the sensation unfamiliar, but Ajax rests a warm hand against his abdomen, shushing him. Ajax’s thumb rubs gentle circles into his skin while slowly easing a pointer finger into Diluc.
The intrusion is new and difficult to get used to. Diluc feels himself tense around Ajax’s finger as it feels around his insides, poking and prodding against his walls. Ajax crooks his finger just slightly, and Diluc squirms.
“It won’t feel good just yet, I’m sorry, Малыш.” Ajax presses a delicate kiss to the sensitive skin of Diluc’s thigh, relishing in the adorable gasp Diluc gives in response. “You can touch yourself, it’ll help you relax.” He mumbles, nodding encouragingly as Diluc slowly reaches a hand down to palm himself.
Diluc begins to stroke himself, lips parting to let out a few breathy noises as he does so. Ajax seizes the opportunity, another finger breaching Diluc’s hole. He continues his previous motions, this time slowly attempting to work Diluc open, scissoring his fingers open and closed in a rhythm.
Diluc, having rested his head back against the pillows, focuses intensely on the feeling of Ajax’s calloused fingertips rubbing against his walls. Then, Ajax curls his fingers upward, searching, and pokes against a particularly sensitive knot of nerves. Diluc’s spine arches and he croaks out a moan at the foreign contact, his hand stilling against his stiffening cock. He bites his lip, fisting the sheets with his free hand and glances down at Ajax, eyes blown wide.
Ajax stares in awe for a few moments, as if to give Diluc a moment of respite.
Diluc, shuddering, moves to speak, “T-There,” he manages, swallowing down the saliva that’s pooled in his mouth. “Felt good.”
Ajax, grinning knowingly, resumes his handiwork, this time strategically aiming for that spot that makes Diluc see stars. Teasingly, he brushes his fingertips against the soft bump, delighting in the adorable whimpers it draws out of the redhead underneath him.
Just as Ajax’s ministrations begin to build that heat in Diluc’s belly, he removes his digits, satisfied with how loosened Diluc is. Diluc whines at the sudden emptiness and watches, irises almost entirely blacked out by his pupils, as Ajax brings his fingers to his lips and sucks.
“Archons,” Diluc breathes, chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
Ajax smirks again. “Think you’re ready for me now,” he murmurs, reaching down to position his cock against Diluc’s entrance. His azure eyes flicker between Diluc’s rosy face and his fluttering hole. “Just relax.” He nods to Diluc, who clutches at the ginger’s shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded.
Ajax pushes the head of his cock against Diluc’s sex and is pleasantly surprised at how easily it glides in. He hisses– even with just the head inside, the tight warmth of Diluc’s ass enveloping him might make him come on the spot. Slowly but surely, he eases himself inside, eventually bottoming out with a low moan, his hips pressed flush against Diluc’s.
Diluc’s nails are digging into the skin of Ajax’s arms, cock twitching limply between his legs as he adjusts to Ajax’s size. The stretch burns, but the way Ajax’s cock fits so snugly inside Diluc alone makes the bachelor moan breathily. Ajax pants heavily above him, and they share a heated look, their breaths intermingling. Before anything else, Ajax dives down, capturing Diluc’s lips in his and licking into his mouth like a man starved.
His deft hands travel down to hold Diluc by his trembling thighs and the redhead mewls pathetically against Ajax’s mouth. Eventually, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, and takes a moment to admire the man beneath him.
Diluc’s cheeks are blooming a brilliant, rosy shade, his crimson hair disheveled and splayed out on the pillow behind him, forming a dazzling halo around his glowing face. His carmine eyes are lidded and glazed over, lips parted and kiss-swollen. The whole picture makes Ajax’s heart squeeze.
Ajax, Diluc thinks, looks like a Greek god. Sweat trailing down the hollow of his neck to his pectorals, his bangs plastered to his forehead, the makings of a hickey darkening below the junction of his chin. And it was all because of him. Diluc squeezes reflexively around Ajax’s length, getting used to the weight inside him, and savoring the bitten-back grunt Ajax produces.
“M’ gonna move now,” Ajax breathes the words, his entire body tensed as though it’s taking all of his effort just to resist fucking into Diluc like an animal in heat. He slowly drags his cock out of Diluc, grunting at the feeling of the latter’s spongy insides gliding against the sensitive skin of his member.
Then, he begins rocking into Diluc, first only a few inches, moving in a deliberate, almost elegant grinding motion. Diluc pants, hooking his arms around Ajax’s neck, observing the way his brows crease with every shallow thrust.
Eventually, Ajax is bucking into the wet heat of Diluc’s ass, feverish and grunting animalistically. He lowers down to rest on his forearms in a planking position, pressing sloppy kisses to Diluc’s chest, neck, lips– anywhere he can possibly touch him, he is. If he could melt into Diluc’s skin; please him from inside out, he would.
Diluc, in turn, is overwhelmed with the sensation of Ajax.
His scent, the feeling of his cock kissing his prostate with every rock of his hips, the way he murmurs sweet nothings in the shell of his ear– it’s like nothing he’s ever felt, and it’s so good.
As if reading his thoughts, Ajax raises his gravelly voice, a canine peeking out as he grins smugly, “Feel good, Red?”
Diluc nods vigorously, moaning slack-jawed as he struggles to keep his eyes from fluttering shut. Suddenly, he feels a certain compulsion to rid them of the courteous nickname, to have Ajax as close as possible, even if just through words.
“Diluc,” he gasps out, clutching at Ajax’s nape, “call me Diluc. Please,”
Ajax, seemingly emboldened by this personal detail, sits up, intensifying the rate of his fucking into Diluc, aiming straight for his sweet spot. His eyes look dark with lust as he stares down at Diluc. “Yeah?” he leans into Diluc’s neck again to whisper, “You like getting fucked on my cock, Diluc?”
The redhead throws his head back with a broken moan, much to Ajax’s delight.
“Let’s see if you can take it like this,” Ajax’s voice is thick with avarice in Diluc’s ear.
Suddenly, Diluc feels himself being yanked further down the mattress as Ajax picks up his legs to hook them around his shoulders, angling Diluc’s hips up into the air. He resumes his furious pace of pounding into Diluc, and at this new angle, he’s able to reach so deep inside Diluc swears he feels him in his throat. Diluc’s breathy moans turn from sweet song to a broken cry as Ajax punches noise after noise out of him.
The room is thick with the scent of sex and their voices echo off of the moistened wallpaper, Diluc’s shrill and desperate, Ajax’s low and ever so close as he murmurs a continuous string of ‘so good’s and ‘beautiful’s and other praise. His words go straight to Diluc’s dick, weeping in his lap and leaking precum, achingly hard. Diluc reaches a trembling hand down to stroke himself, but Ajax swats his hand away, pinning it to the bedsheets beside his head.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he tuts, “you’re gonna come on my cock. Think you can do that, ‘Luc? Gonna come for me?” He teases, reaching down to massage Diluc’s chest, squeezing handfuls of his kiss-bitten flesh. Diluc relents, letting himself go limp against the mattress as Ajax ravages him.
Diluc can feel nothing but Ajax. Inside him, desecrating every inch of flesh that has, until now, gone untouched; outside, grabbing at his neck, face, chest, thighs, kissing and licking at his sweat-wicked skin– he can’t tell whether he wants more or less, whether he wants Ajax to stop or to keep going until he swallows him whole.
Pleasure scorches through his veins, singing every nerve and cell in his body as Ajax’s dick bullies his prostate again and again. Diluc, through his haze of need and thoughts solely of Ajax, feels his second orgasm of the night quickly building in his belly, swirling around under his skin like molten lava.
Ajax, appearing to have yet to lose his stamina, continues pistoning in and out of Diluc’s hole, chasing his own climax. Even in pursuit of his own pleasure, Diluc finds it dizzying how Ajax seems to still make him a priority: changing his pace based on how intense the tremors in Diluc legs are, learning which places make Diluc squirm and writhe underneath him like some kind of researcher.
The intimacy of the thought only serves to spur Diluc on more as he lifts his hips, meeting Ajax halfway and grinding against his incoming thrusts.
Ajax’s breathing grows labored as he leans down beside Diluc’s ear, pace growing feverish. “You’re gonna kill me, Red,” he pants, and the fact that his actions affect Ajax in such a way causes a particularly loud moan to escape Diluc’s lips.
“Close,” Diluc manages, reaching up and wrapping his arms around Ajax’s neck to bring him impossibly closer. He inhales the scent of him; the scent of salt, sandalwood– entirely different when intertwined with the smell of sex and sweat that dampens the room, sticking to cheap wallpaper and stained carpet. The evidence of what they’re doing; tarnishing.
Ajax nods desperately, breath ragged and uneven in Diluc’s ear. The redhead musters enough strength to wrap his legs around Ajax’s waist, relishing in the feeling of his cock reaching those dark, spongy spots inside of him. Ajax’s thrusts grow softer, now aggressive grinding, resolute in finding release.
Ajax leans down to suck and nip at one of Diluc’s nipples, pinching the other between dextrous fingers. At this point, Diluc is a moaning, blabbering mess: rosy cheeks stained with tears, porcelain skin bitten an angry red, back arching into Ajax’s chest. He can feel that familiar building pressure in his abdomen with every little movement Ajax makes.
Suddenly, Ajax lifts, and his hands travel down to Diluc’s thighs, gripping them and yanking the redhead forward, allowing him to fuck into Diluc’s wet heat with reckless abandon. Diluc can barely make out Ajax’s determined expression; dark eyes, a bitten lip, furrowed brows– but he’s hardly lucid enough to focus on such trivial details when he feels like he’s being skewered on the magical thing that is Ajax’s dick.
Diluc, unable to reach Ajax’s back anymore, claws at the sheets, nails threatening to shred through the thin fibers, and lets out a choked sob when the head of Ajax’s length presses against his prostate and grinds.
That’s enough to send him over the edge, and the coil of pleasure inside him snaps, back arching as he comes undone on Ajax’s cock with a loud “F-Fuck!”.
Wave after wave of pleasure washes over him, and he can distantly feel himself trembling wildly, walls spasming around Ajax as he throws his head back. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt– the world goes hazy for a moment, eyes rolling back until all he can focus on is how overwhelmingly good he feels, suspended in the air until the feeling gripping his body ceases.
As Diluc comes down from his high, Ajax’s grinding hasn’t stopped, and the pleasure begins to border on pain for Diluc as Ajax’s movement grow sloppier. With one final thrust, Ajax slams back into Diluc, spilling into the wet, oversensitive heat of his ass. Diluc cries out, hands shooting down to grip Ajax’s wrists. After coming for the second time that night, the feeling of being filled with Ajax’s seed, hot and viscous, is something else entirely. Intimate, intense, and amazing.
For a few moments, they grind against one another, riding out their respective highs and relishing in the pleasurable aftershocks that seize their bodies. Eventually, with a spent breath, Ajax pulls out and collapses next to Diluc, chest heaving. Diluc admires the image of him all flushed and panting, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair.
It’s enough to sober him up, in fact, and Diluc manages to sit up, eyes widening as he tries to comb down his tangled locks, ignoring his trembling legs.
“Oh, fuck,” Diluc says, staring into nothing as Ajax sits up on his elbows to stare at him, expression smug.
“That good, huh?” The ginger grins that signature grin of his, eyes glinting with pride.
Diluc says nothing, merely ogling at Ajax for a moment before trying to scramble off of the ruined sheets. When his feet meet the floor, his knees buckle, and he has to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling.
Ajax finds himself hopping off of the bed, too, brows furrowing, “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he reaches out toward a frantic Diluc, hands ready to catch him, “you’ll probably feel a little wobbly for a bit. You should lay down, Red,” his voice is soft with a twinge of worry.
Diluc swats his hands away, chest rising and falling much quicker now that he’s realized what they just did. He just let some random stranger take his virginity in an inn in the middle of nowhere, and yes it was amazing, but now he has to get out of here– to where, he doesn’t know.
Ajax frowns. “What gives?”
“I have to go.” Diluc says flippantly and begins gathering his crumpled clothes off of the floor, pushing through the lingering tremors from his waist down.
Ajax watches from beside the bed as Diluc clumsily pulls on his pants and tunic, taking a moment to peer in the hallway mirror. His neck and chest are absolutely covered in hickeys– he’ll have to make sure to wrap his scarf up tight.
Suddenly, Ajax’s hand is on his shoulder. “I thought we were having a good time,” Ajax’s voice is soft as he maintains eye contact with Diluc.
Diluc feels compelled to tell him that yes, they were, but no, he can’t stay because yes, he’s on the run from the Fatui and yes, he’s also a freshly-eighteen runaway from Mondstadt, and no, he can’t handle an emotional conversation right now.
So, instead, he pushes Ajax’s hand from his shoulder and finishes dressing himself, squirming uncomfortably at the feeling of some of the ginger’s spend lingering between his legs– inside him. Diluc flushes. He probably should’ve showered before making his dramatic departure, but it was too late for that now.
As his hand makes contact with the doorknob, Diluc pauses, still very aware of Ajax’s figure lingering in the hallway behind him. His face contorts for a moment and then the door to the room is swinging open and shutting with a loud thud, and then he’s gone, leaving a barefoot and bewildered Ajax standing in the doorway.
-
It had been about a week since Ajax’s one night stand with that beautiful fiery-haired stranger. Life continued on as normal, and he didn’t take the man’s hurried departure personally– it was his first time. Ajax had almost forgotten all about it until one of his subordinates knocked softly on the door of his office to request entry.
“Come in,” he calls, not looking up from his towering stack of forms to sort through.
A dark-haired Fatuus enters the room, bowing briefly before letting the door click shut. “A message for you, my Lord,” her voice comes raspily through her mask, “from her Majesty the Tsaritsa.”
Ajax does look up this time, rising from his slouched position in his chair to take the letter from the operative’s hands.
As he unfolds the envelope, he’s met with an illustration first, and the likeness strikes him immediately.
Blazing red hair flowing down his shoulders, a fiery crimson gaze accented by deep eyebags and freckled skin, a strong nose, a lip curled up in a sneer– it’s Diluc.
Ajax makes sure not to let his surprise show on his face, turning away from his subordinate to read the rest of the message in the sunlight coming through his window.
“Eleventh,
I trust you have heard of the mysterious assailant rampaging through our homeland and laying waste to many a Fatui stronghold.
After much research and monitoring of the public, we have successfully identified the perpetrator; you will find an illustration of the man attached to this message.
We will be increasingly vigilant from now on. I request the presence of all my Harbingers at a meeting later today in order to organize stations for each of you.
With our strongest positioned across the territory, we will surely put an end to this wildfire scorching our lands.
I expect your eager attendance at my summons. 17:00.
Her Majesty,
Anastasya Feodorovna Snezhnaya
The Tsaritsa”
Ajax sets the letter down on the windowsill, peering out at the endless snowscape.
“The world looks glorious in the snow,” he says softly, turning his body back towards the Fatuus standing by his desk.
She nods, and Ajax feels a smile tug at his lips.
“Pure white, like the light of the moon.” He flexes a wrist, feeling his Vision glow to life and blades of Hydro materialize beneath his grip.
“A perfect backdrop for bloodshed.”