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If Zhongli had to say, there wasn't much rhyme or reason to their affairs. Their times together were out of mutual fondness and desire but duty and distance often kept them apart.
Today they had gathered at Alhaitham's request in his home as the sweltering Sumeru day finally gave way to much cooler night.
They walked the sun warmed tiles, crossing beams of light as they let their inhuman features appear for once, horns sprouting and tail curling around their calves. Leaving behind their intricate clothing next to Dain's own on Haitham's dresser, they prowled towards the bed where their lovers awaited them. And was met with quite the sight.
Alhaitham's wrists had been affixed to the headboard with his own dendro, the vines curling around his forearms and his headset set aside for once amidst the silence. Dainsleif, settled over his hips, was blindfolding him with a silken handkerchief stolen from Zhongli's own pocket.
Zhongli swallowed at the view of his naked body, pale skin glowing in the lamp light, perfect for Zhongli to adorn with their marks. They crawled across the bed, crowding him against Haitham's fully clothed body, receiving the tiniest of shivers as their reward.
"Already getting started without me, I see." They whispered next to Dain's ear. Haitham flexed his wrists, tilting his head towards their voice.
They cup his cheek with their stone roughed palm in answer to his silent question. He nods into their hand, curling his lips in a slight smile. Zhongli sighs, utterly undone by fondness. And takes the gag out of Dainsleif's hands, specially made for their debauched times together.
They tap Haitham's chin and he opens his mouth in response for them to place the bit between his teeth. Haitham bites down gently when they're done, humming in pride when they caress his cheek.
"Finish this for me, dearest." They murmur, facing Dain as they shift to lie between Haitham's knees.
"Yes." Dainsleif picks up the ends of the gag to tie it behind Haitham's head.
Zhongli clicks his tongue softly.
"Yes, what? My dear?"
Dainsleif's lips bloom into a shy smile.
"Yes, Sir."
"And be quick about it. You still need to lend me a hand here."
Zhongli settles comfortably behind him, leaning their entire weight onto Dainsleif as they spread their knees open to circle their hole. They hum into his shoulder sending shudders down his naked back as they gently push two fingers between their ass cheeks. Their tail wraps around Haitham's calf and his toes twitch in surprise.
"Could you…" They breathe into his scarred ear making him twitch, "pass me the oil?"
Dainsleif's breath hitches in excitement and he reaches for the bottle on Haitham's nightstand, unintentionally pushing his ass against their hips. Zhongli grabs his hips and rocks into them making him groan next to Haitham's head. Haitham huffs in amusement, lips slick with saliva before Dain drops his entire weight onto him.
Zhongli can't help smiling at their wordless antics. Dain half turns to pass them the oil and they pat his head, rubbing circles over his masked brow. He croons and relaxes into their touch. Zhongli hums in consideration.
"Obedience looks beautiful on you. Is that what you would like today? To be my pup?"
And when Dain nuzzles their hand so tenderly, how could they not indulge him?
"Fetch your collar and leash for me." Zhongli commands.
And so as Zhongli demands, Dain does.
Zhongli gazes at Haitham, taking in his bound form with pride. Leans forward to wipe away the drool already collecting on his lip.
"Obedience suits you too, little thing." They murmur, filling the silence with their words so Haitham's mind has no time to wander.
"Isn't that true? Aren't you here just for us?" Zhongli digs their thumb into his trembling bottom lip, smearing the saliva as Haitham grinds his teeth against the gag.
"Let us empty your mind, little sprout. All you need to know tonight is us, only remaining here to use as we wish. How lovely it is for a beast of a man to be rendered silent by such a subtle thing." Zhongli wonders, stroking across the bit of the gag. Haitham exhales slowly, tense shoulders going slack under Zhongli's touch.
"That's it. You're doing so well for me."
His heart flutters under Zhongli's warm praise. They press a kiss to the tip of his nose and Haitham immediately wrinkles it, shifting against his restraints.
He strains his head towards Dainsleif who returns with the gentle clink of bells and rustle of clothing. Zhongli's hand trails down his throat, a thumb rubbing over his adam's apple in warning. He turns back towards them and rests his head against the headboard.
"Sir." Dainsleif glances at him from under his lashes. And in the moment their eyes meet, Zhongli wraps their hand around the back of his neck and pulls him in for a hungry kiss. They release his pinked lips with a slight pop for a second before diving back in for another.
Collaring Dainsleif is a process that takes them hardly a few moments and only their hands, for they know his neck and collar like the geo running across their own skin. The collar crafted by their own hands, fits around his neck soft and snug, gold star shaped studs running through the thick white leather to match Dainsleif's own pupils with a sapphire provided by Alhaitham at his throat.
'To hold you in my absence.' Is what Zhongli had said and then, 'In our absence.' After a glance at Haitham's darkened eyes. And Dain had blushed like the sun itself had set on his cheeks.
Zhongli links the leash onto the collar with a satisfying clink. It was half chain and half leather upon Dain's request. The cold metal chain links fall over his sternum when Zhongli leaves the leash loose and he bit his lip to muffle a whimper as they rubbed across his nipple.
"It pleases me to see you like this. Does it please you too? Or shall we do more pleasurable things, puppy?" Zhongli questions in a low voice.
Dainsleif nods and picks up the long ignored bottle of oil.
"May I, Sir?"
They hum in approval. "Of course, beloved." Zhongli cradles his cheek with their hand and tucks away wisps of blond hair behind his ear, exposing shimmering blue jade shaped like a droplet- one of their courting gifts to him. They lean in to kiss the edge of his ear and much to Dain's chagrin, his ears heat with embarrassment.
He shifts closer, marred skin to Zhongli's own scarred skin and encircles their waist tenderly as they crowd him against Haitham's hips.
Dain shivers as his ass meets the crotch of Haitham's pants, whining into Zhongli's mouth as they kiss him softly again. Their deft hands circle his cock, rubbing an oiled thumb over the head. His hips tremble as Zhongli strokes him leisurely from base to tip until he's fully hard. They huff into his mouth amused when he pulls them closer to grind against their cock helplessly.
"If you get so impatient then you won't last long enough for me. Is that what you want?" Their mean thumb digs into his leaking tip and he gasps, overwhelmed.
"No…I want to last. For you."
"Is that so? For me? How precious." Zhongli murmurs against his lips.
"For you." Dain echoes even as Zhongli holds the base of his cock in their calloused grasp. He holds himself back from thrusting into the slick cradle of their palm, even as they tease him to the edge of a precipice he knows they have no intention of letting him reach.
"Don't slack off now," Zhongli commands. "Prepare me for you, treasure."
Dain laps at the faded bites on their neck in revenge making them shudder and smirks.
"Of course, Sir."
He pushes back against Haitham's hips and the resulting grunt is music to his ears when Haitham rocks back, pushing him into Zhongli.
He pours out oil into his palm carefully behind Zhongli's back and reaches down to smear it over their hole. Zhongli hums in approval, spreading their legs wider for him.
He pushes a finger into their hole, digging in with shallow thrusts until they're slick with oil, the kind of slick Zhongli likes to be, not messy or dripping but slick all the way through inside.
"Another?" He breathes into their neck and they nod against his shoulder, pushing their cock against his own, selfishly chasing their pleasure even as they deny him his.
Dainsleif pushes in another next to his finger already inside and thoroughly fingers them, thrusting up until his fingers are buried inside, down to the knuckles.
He whines as they rub over his tip, sparking pleasure through his cock.
"My, what a mess you're making." Zhongli teases. "You do know I'm not fond of messes, don't you?"
And starred eyes glance down to where their cocks are trapped in Zhongli's fist, making him groan as he realizes he's leaked all over their glistening hand.
"I'm sorry, Sir." He sighs.
"Oh no, " They hum, "This won't do. This won't do at all."
Though it's all pretend he still shivers in excitement at their disapproval.
"You know that you should clean up your messes on your own, right?"
He swallows, anticipation racing through him. "Yes Sir."
Zhongli pushes Dain down against Haitham, making him bear the brunt of Dain's weight. When Haitham huffs through his gag in protest, they share a smile over him.
Zhongli taps at Haitham's knee and gropes his thigh, feeling him flex twice in denial to their inquiry. They bring their dripping hand up to Dainsleif's open mouth and smear his precum against his own lips.
"Lick, pup. Clean your mess off of my wrist." They order disdainfully as they twist his leash, pulling at it with their other hand.
Dainsleif looks up at them through his lashes as he dutifully laps at their wet fingers.
Zhongli stares him down, bullying their fingers into his mouth, pressing his own taste against his tongue and he lowers his gaze in acceptance. They push him down until his body is flush to Haitham's and straddle his hips.
Haitham exhales and nuzzles Dain's nape with his nose affectionately, making him jolt. And Dain lets his elbow graze Haitham's side in retaliation, making him shudder.
They gasp together as Zhongli swats both their thighs, leaving the skin stinging.
"Eyes on me, little pearl." Zhongli commands. They dig their fingers into the back of Haitham's knee until it twitches hard. "And you too, do you believe I don't notice your insolence? My my, perhaps I should leave you both desperate tonight as I take my own pleasure."
Haitham acquiesces, going slack under them but Zhongli knows Dainsleif is not so easily won.
"Well, pup?" They ask, tilting his chin up with stone calloused fingers.
Dainsleif raises his starred gaze to look them in the eye and smiles.
"I don't know…" He drawls.
Zhongli smiles back. They know he loves making them work for his submission. Conquering him is the price he demands for his vulnerability. And it is a price Zhongli rather loves to pay.
They pat his head and coo, "Then I believe a little punishment is in order."
He's yanked forward by his leash for Zhongli to harshly nip at his curved lips until they flush pink under Zhongli's attention.
"If you can hold yourself back till I finish," They murmur against his now swollen lips in a silvered tone, "Perhaps I shall allow you to cum tonight."
Dainsleif hisses as they thumb his cockhead but accepts their terms eagerly.
Zhongli groans as he bullies a third finger in, spreading their hole wider. Dain crooks his fingers inside them in a come hither motion. They nip at his neck, rocking down on his wrist until his fingers are buried deep inside.
"Poor little pup." They croon and Dainsleif hisses for he knows the condescension that hides behind their words.
"You look close to spilling already. Shall I help you last a bit longer?"
And they palm his cock until it stands erect, circling the base teasingly with their fingers. Slowly, a ring made of pure geo forms under their tight grip. Dainsleif glares at their smug smile when they twist the ring to and fro, teasing him in the name of adjustment. And when he inevitably brings up his hand to muffle his moans, Zhongli swats it away, pinning it over Haitham's thigh.
Even in pleasure, his expression looks conflicted. They hum, considering.
"If you want it so badly, then I'll shut you up myself." They murmur against his lips, groaning as he pulls his fingers out, the sound making Haitham crane his head. Zhongli traces his thighs, rubbing their fingers into his calves.
They nip at Dain's jaw with their fangs, mouthing and biting down his throat, leaving him breathless. Dainsleif, considering them suitably prepped, withdraws his fingers in a single swift movement. He palms their ass with his slick fingers, making the kind of mess Zhongli might hate. Zhongli sighs as their trembling hips rock back against his thorough hand.
They drag their nails up his spine, tangling their fingers in the hair that falls down his nape and tug in silent rebuke.
"Tell me, puppy," Zhongli whispers, raising their hips until Dain's cock pokes at their hole, "What is it that you truly deserve? What do you desire from me?"
"They are one and the same." Dainsleif rasps, greedily chasing after their lips.
"Is it this?" They purr as they grind his cock between their ass cheeks, smearing his slick over their hole.
"Or perhaps this?" He bites his lip, failing to muffle his whimper when they tease the head of his cock, spreading their hole with it.
He hisses in delight when they take him inside them, sinking down an inch until his tip is inside. Zhongli flicks at his nipples, letting the leash rub against them.
Dain gropes hungrily at their ass, only because they haven't given him orders to not touch and spreads them wide to let his cock slip in, bit by bit. And yet when Zhongli clenches down and denies him entry, he whines and hiccups, tears collecting on his lashes.
Zhongli scratches down his pecs. "Answer me."
"All of it." Dainsleif's voice trembles with the weight of his confession. "All this and more."
Zhongli curves his lips in a pleased smile. "More?"
Dainsleif reaches up to capture their lips with his own.
"Everything you're willing to give me is mine."
They both whimper as Zhongli slides down onto Dainsleif's cock, burying him inside down to the base, agonizingly slow.
"You'll get it." Zhongli sighs back. "You'll have everything then. Come on, pup. Take me the way you do best."
They cry out, ecstatic at his eager thrusts. The way his cock digs into them, so hot and hard makes their knees lock, toes curling.
Though heaven and hell would collapse before Zhongli would be content to remain passive in their lover's embrace.
They grind down against his dick, twisting their hips slow and filthy and he whimpers into their neck. It's Dain's turn to nip at their chest leaving a hickey to bloom where their heart would be. He licks at a nipple, pressing his tongue flat against it and wraps his lips around it as it hardens under his gentle, ceaseless attention.
Zhongli twists their hand in his hair, the other hand scratching at his back furiously and looks at Haitham from over Dainsleif's shoulder.
Their admiration of him grows at how silent and still he remains for them and they can't help but voice it.
"Well, little one? I do hope you are enjoying yourself as well."
And Haitham's growl of assent through the gag delights them.
"He's been so good for us, hasn't he, pup?" Zhongli croons into Dain's ear.
"Yes," Dain hisses in agreement, tossing a glance at where Haitham lies bound under them both, "very good, our hawk is beautiful."
Haitham shivers under the attention, folding his knees, spreading his thighs open for Dain to lie back fully against him.
Zhongli chuckles, endeared. "How earnest of him, don't you think?"
Dainsleif shifts back, dragging them with him, until his ass presses tight against Haitham's groin.
Haitham whimpers as he feels their thrusts sparking his own core.
"Mmh, indeed."
Dainsleif licks up their chest and their hips tremble over him.
Zhongli gives him a knowing smile when they notice the silent plea in his eyes.
"And so are you. Finally ready to be good, are we?"
"Take me, Li," Dain sighs, "Take all of me."
Zhongli tsks and at their frown, he hastily corrects himself. "Sir."
They press tender kisses to his hair, cradling his head to their chest as they clench down on him tightly.
"Of course, my sweet. I will have all of you."
They lick at the tears tracing down his cheeks, tasting the salt on their tongue. Dainsleif is a furnace of heat in comparison to them, and so they nuzzle closer, trying to steal his warmth for themselves. They wrap their arms around him, purring deeply into his ear, tail tight around his thigh.
They reach down behind them to tease at the cockring making Dain tense. Their deft fingers send a pulse of geo through it and Dain leaks inside them, crying out at the intensity when they begin to send intermittent pulses through it.
He jerks his hips up, burying himself deeper and Zhongli growls above him, pinning him against Haitham, rolling their hips back and forth, savoring the sensation of his cock inside them. They chase their peak selfishly, the pleasure burning hot like a wildfire inside their core, practically bouncing up and down on Dain's cock.
"What do you- ahh- think, pup? Should you be allowed release?" Their hair falls over their shoulder, the ends teasing at Dainsleif's hip.
"Please…" He pulls them flush against him, scarred hands around their waist.
Zhongli smiles down at him, a flash of fang and he's so gone.
"May I cum, Sir?" He begs, "Please let me cum."
"Hmmm…Do you think you've been good enough to deserve that?" They offer him the same smile he gave them when he chose to act up.
Zhongli fully expects him to do so again and is pleasantly surprised when he looks away, cheeks flushing pink.
"That…is not for me to decide."
They cradle his face in their palm, rubbing his cheekbone gently. Zhongli has never been one to eschew, they give praise where praise is due.
"Good boy. Hold onto me, just like this…until I finish alright?"
"Yes…Sir." Dain breathes, eager.
Zhongli huffs as Dain's thrusts become erratic, chasing his long denied release. They set a merciless pace, bouncing up and down as they thumb their own cock. Their grip grows slick as they too leak heavily and they purr, utterly pleased at the scent of sex and sweat between their bodies.
The view is far too much for them to take. Dain's wispy lashes seem to glow in the lamplight as Zhongli tilts his head to kiss him, drunk on the cresting waves of pleasure. They moan breathlessly into his mouth as the slapping sound of their ass against his thighs echoes through the room. Pleasure peaks for them and bursts ripe as they grind their cock over Dain's stomach, quivering. Zhongli sinks their fangs into his shoulder and Dain cries, shaking as they draw blood and growl.
They cover his soft stomach in their cum as they ride him through it, squeezing him desperately for every dreg of pleasure their body could offer.
Licking away at Dainsleif's neck, they feel the familiar tangy and metallic taste of blood on their tongue. He quakes underneath them when Zhongli dissolves his cockring to dust with the flick of a finger. He buries his own teeth in their collarbone and Zhongli takes it, they take it all as he spills inside them, howling into their shoulder.
"Mm, you're doing so well." They purr into Dain's hair, nuzzling it with their cheek, content to watch him wail and quiver through his own orgasm.
Zhongli sighs as they lift their shaking hips off of his cock, the cum spilling out onto the bed spread. A warm fuzzy daze envelops them gently and they feel their usual buzzing mind slow down and calm.
Haitham bumps his knee into their own and they reach over Dain to pull away his blindfold with a whisper of silk. They watch him blink a few times and know he's adjusting to his own daze. Dain shifts to the side, allowing them space to unfasten Haitham's gag and gently take the bit out of his mouth.
Dain smiles lazily at Haitham. "I'd get you some water but I'm afraid my legs won't work." He confesses.
Haitham merely huffs, amused and glances at Zhongli who is already retrieving a glass of water from the night stand. He dissolves his restraints and allows Dainsleif to massage his stiff forearms.
He manages some water and remains silent for a while, all of them basking in the high.
"I see you've had a very delightful time in my presence." Haitham rasps as he eyes the various bites and marks littered across their chests and hips.
"We did." Dain breathes.
Haitham curls his lips at the inquiring looks he's thrown from them both.
"I believe I've enjoyed you both too."
Zhongli hums as they refill the glass for him.
"Have you now?" They ask playfully.
Haitham cocks an eyebrow at their insistence. "Indeed. I am satisfied."
At Dain's soft gaze, he deigns to elaborate. "It is the contrast which I desired. The contrast between my self induced deprivation and your stimulation."
"And what do you think?" Dain asks, reaching out to wipe his forehead slick with sweat.
Haitham closes his eyes again to feel the soft brush of the towel in Dain's hand.
"A most successful venture."
Zhongli smiles and nips at his cheek. They take the towel from Dainsleif and wipe both of them down until they're free of sweat.
"I'll be right back." And they pad over to the bathroom.
Dainsleif sighs and perches his head delicately on Haitham's shoulder. Haitham flexes his sore legs, toes twitching in unrestrained delight at Dain's kiss to his collarbone. He unhooks Dain's collar and slips it off and away onto the night stand next to his gag.
He scratches the back of Dain's neck, rubbing against the marks the collar left and Dain hums, pleased. Haitham sees Zhongli return, clean and robed out of the corner of his eye.
They nuzzle into his other side silently and he pulls them closer, sighing. The buzzing hunger under his skin is sated for once as he holds them both against him.
Haitham proposes rest and the two nod, sneaking kisses onto his cheeks. The only lamp burning in the room is dimmed under Zhongli's careful hand and they pull the quilt over all three of them, nestling impossibly closer.
Dain falls asleep first and when Zhongli finally closes his eyes, Haitham lets himself smile fondly, cheeks dimpling as he too succumbs to rest.