[closed] so let's make a decision, start a new religion

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Who: Venti & Friends
Which: Closed Log
Where: Where these threads happen
What: A closed catch-all for the month of October! Any planned closed threads will go here. If you would like to plan anything with Venti you can find my ooc plotting comment here. Or you can also just throw down a starter, I don't mind!
Warnings: nsfw.

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[Oh, goodness. Such sweet tenderness with a hint of want and boldness. Venti's heart skips several beats when he feels such softness against his lips. The aching way Venti wants to press back into Xiao and feel more. Oh, how he wants so much of the yaksha that it makes him dizzy.

He practically hums against Xiao's lips. His back arches upwards as he feels his wrists tugged. And he opens his eyes just slightly to watch Xiao fumble with the sash with a hint of happy playfulness in his eyes.]

[whirlwindthrust]

Don't move.

[ A warning. But also a promise of punishment should Venti not comply. So, really, it is up to the Archon to decide whether or not he will misbehave.

Not that Xiao will really give him too much chance. Because Xiao is taking that sash and tangling up Venti's wrists with it. ]

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Xiao?

[Oh- Oh!!! Venti's eyes widen and glitter the moment that he sees what Xiao is doing with that sash.

... And goodness. Venti has to fight the urge to be a brat and totally misbehave just to see what Xiao would do to him.

Ahem.]

Xiao...

[He'll let his wrist be tied. For now.]

[whirlwindthrust]

[ Watch it, Venti. There could be a blindfold in your future if you decide to be something of a brat. Or Xiao might actually do more than just tie UP those wrists. ]

Trust me. I would never hurt you.

[ He places fingers at Venti's lips. ]

Bite and pull.

[ Oh... He means for Venti to remove the fabric himself? ]

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[Maybe he wouldn't mind that kind of thing every now and then-]

I trust you, my daring yaksha.

[He hums softly, eyes glittering with growing arousal. His hips shift and wiggle slightly in anticipation. And he opens his lips to gently bite onto the fabric to give a slow and deliberate tug.]

[whirlwindthrust]

[ Venti really wouldn't mind that, would he? Still, Xiao has one thing and one thing only on his mind. To further chase away some of those fears and insecurities that Barbatos might hold. The Yaksha isn't going anywhere. He won't be going anywhere for quite some time. ]

Maybe you shouldn't.

[ But Venti will. He always will. Xiao watches with those eyes of molten gold as Vento tugs off the glove. The bracer will be different, but for now -

He kisses him again, his now uncovered hand feeling the skin along and behind Venti's ear. ]

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[What a spicy thing to say. Venti's nerves light up and his eyes sparkle for it. Xiao, so quiet and gentle and caring, being a little more forward and bold. He's eating it up.

The short flash of Xiao's wrist on his lips and the touch of Xiao's fingers on his ear make Venti shudder lightly. His hips wiggle in anticipation underneath Xiao. And when their lips come together again he tilts his head to accept and welcome it with softness.]

Hmmm...

[whirlwindthrust]

[ And his kiss is soft despite the words that he had said. His touch soft and feather-light. Though not without purpose. From the ear he moves to the neck. Presses his thumb along what would have been Venti's lifeline, had this form been truly his.

So Xiao then proceeds to make short work of Venti's clothing. Teeth grazing a lip as Xiao shivers in anticipation himself. ]

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[That is what he loves about Xiao's touch the most. Such a dangerous body but his touches are feather-light and practiced. He's so gentle and commanding at the same time. It makes Venti's heart sigh a song over and over.

Venti will patiently wiggle out of his clothing as he's helped. His breathing is soft and slightly heated as his shorts are slipped off too. Venti's blouse is unbuttoned and hanging there, exposing more and more skin. And when Xiao's body rubs up against his in any way Venti will let out a soft moan quiet more for more and his anemo tattoos will flicker a gentle glow.]

[whirlwindthrust]

[ There's no completely removing the blouse, not with the way that Xiao has bound Venti's wrists. But unbuttoned with pale, smooth skin exposed? Xiao thinks to take his time with the Archon. Lips and teeth grazing the milky surface, hands working to help Venti remove the bottom half of the clothing. The glow catches his attention, tongue tracing the marks before dipping down towards Venti's stomach.

Is he out to drive Venti mad? Probably. Squirm and plead? To sing with that delightful voice of his? Absolutely. Put those songbird-like vocal chords to use.

And now his hands are running along hips and thighs. A slight pressure, adding Xiao's nails to leave the faintest pink marks against the area. ]

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Oh, Xiao...

[There isn't much Venti can do under Xiao's merciless wandering fingers. With his wrists bound, all he can do is arch his back and squirm when Xiao's lips and teeth explore over his smooth milky skin. Each little kiss and bite sends sparks of pleasure through his nerves. His nipples perk, his skin flushes, and his breathing grows soft in gentle pants.]

Keep going... Don't stop.

[He is an archon so there is some form of enjoyment Venti gets at being explored like this. Worshipped, if one could call it... And that much is clear with his hardening erection twitches when Xiao's nails dig in gently too.]

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[ That is the point - for Venti to not do anything at all. For this to be all Xiao's doing, his pursuit. Yes, there is a degree of worship here. There will never not be, considering how close they are and what Barbatos himself means to Xiao. It's not just that, however. This isn't about Xiao giving back to someone he owes his life to. What this is really about is his own desire that he is continuously working towards being at the forefront of his mind.

Allowing himself this desire. This want. And it is all geared towards one person and one person only right now. But Xiao isn't going to give Venti what he wants yet. He already knows that Venti is hardening with every given moment. But Xiao wants to leave a mark. So his kisses become bites. Bites become an exchange of tongue and teeth kneading skin in a way that is guaranteed to leave a mark. Let others know that he has been here. And here. And here.

Venti might have to beg him to keep going, hands working at those plump thighs - squeezing. Pulling them apart inch by inch. ]

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[Oh. Venti's back arches again and he can't help the surprised gasps that escape his lips each time Xiao's teeth and lips bite over his skin. He's going to leave little red love bites all over this tender milky skin. It makes Venti quiver in anticipation, eyes glittering wide with each little shock from the bites.]

Xiao! ... Xiao, your teeth...!

[He knows it's useless to squirm away. But perhaps he doesn't want to. He wants Xiao to mark up his skin. He wants the yaksha to take everything that he might want from Venti because he's willing to give it. And it feels so, so good for him too. His tattoos shimmer brighter and his thighs part carefully. He wants Xiao to love him just as much as Venti loves Xiao.]

More... Keep going. Please. Touch me more, Xiao.