[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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[ 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.