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Gentleman’s club is what they call it.
A popular place for Teyvat’s male socialites to gather for drinks, interact with each other and most of the time to gather information about… certain interesting people.
The smell of tobacco, wines and alcohols of different origins continues to permeate through the air, neon lights flickers in the background like flashy lit stars. Low baritone voice chatting outside his chamber doors, the sound of classical music prepares the atmosphere for something they’ve been looking forward to ever since all men gathered here.
The performance of the fallen star, Aether.
He could not help the ungraceful snort that left his lips, it is fitting, he thinks. Someone who fell from grace, down to this rotten god - forsaken world.
Aether looked at his reflection on the gold - plated mirror, checking if he looks presentable, a feat easier to achieve if someone has a face like him. He owlishly blinked, long lashes softly touching his rounded flushed cheeks, then his features of small button nose, and pouty pink lips, adds to his attractiveness.
Hmmm, Aether sighed as he grabbed his favourite balm, he needs to look his best, he’s got powerful men to please after all.
Puckering up as he grabbed the balm, he applied it to his lips, then he made a face – Mwah, the soft pop is enough for him to know just how desirable he looks. Standing up, he slowly, slowly let the dark robes to fall, baring his body into the whole mirror bearing witness to his beauty.
Ah, Aether thinks, If I we’re them, I’d go crazy over me too.
Dressed in a scantily clad red brassiere that snuggly fits in his upper body, resting comfortably on his chest. As his maroon thin thong emphasizes the shape of his hips, with straps that falls on his full thighs, oh how many men wished he’ll sit on their face.
He almost chuckled, is that what they call simps nowadays?
He looked down finally to the heels, that made him the very definition of sexy. Adding sultriness to the walks, twists and turns he’ll be doing later on.
The sound of applause finally snapped Aether from his stupor, coming back to the reality he’s got men waiting for him outside.
Ah, it’s time. And with that he opened the door.
……
Red.
Something about that colour releases the most primal beasts hidden inside every men. Hmm, why is it that red always looks good on him? Aether can only wonder, perhaps this colour was made for him to flaunt.
Confidently and almost shameless, he slowly strutted towards the pole erected in the middle of the dimly lit room.
Heh, that pole won't be the only thing erect by the end of the night.
Heels clanking into the wooden tiles, he can hear all men waiting in a baited breath. With firm manicured hands, he slowly and teasingly removed the robe over his body, the piece of cloth saving him from little dignity he left now gone.
With him scantily clad, and almost naked, the men inside whistled then gave him a round of applause.
Aether looked to his left, ah the Mondstadtians, consisting of Diluc wearing a dark suit and tie sitting idly on a chair, sipping on this rare occasion, a fresh batch of grape wine, a nobleman who's gaze never left him. With his equally handsome brother Kaeya, smirking lazily and giving him an appreciative whole body inspection. A cunning cavalry captain.
Aether could not help but snort, he's got no cavalry left, so what is there to captain?
Briefly he met the gaze of –
His eyes widen, Barbatos? Heh, guess even powerful beings are intrigued to see him. The bard, now staring at him with teal eyes devoid of any shine, oddly enough those same happy go lucky irises, are now staring intently at him.
On Kaeya's left, sits Albedo, a genius, an alchemist and a sensual artist. Aether knows just how good he is with anatomy; he'll find him often sketching his... Intimate poses in the middle of his performance.
The lights dimmed, and Aether prepared himself. When he grabbed the pole, his performance had begun.
…..
He propped himself up, using his hands as a support and then he twirls, his body suspended midair, ass curved and back arched like a cat. With this, his head whipped to left side of the stage.
Ah, the influential Liyue folks. Able to alter the world should they please.
And admittedly, the way Morax undressed him in his eyes, makes his hole clench. He inwardly bit his lip. The way Zhongli sits, cigarette on his right hand, posture rigid as he manspread over the chair, amber eyes almost seemed to glow, as the shadow on the middle of his pants emphasizes his huge member. His bulge is big, Aether felt his mouth water. But he paid it no mind, instead performing a trick, an upward side split, fully erecting his left leg upwards, showing his flexibility.
And when Aether heard a sharp intake of breath, did his sight fell on Xiao, sitting beside Morax, cat slit eyes boring into his erotic position.
If Aether can moan, he would. Oh archons, how delightful, the way Morax and Xiao looks at him as if they want to claim him on the spot.
When the bass of the music changed, Aether finally propped downside on the pole, his legs spreading open, back arch in a perfect curve. And with that, he finally changed his routine.
.....
Aether saw a puff of smoke near the far left, did his eyes looked at their table.
Ah, the equally sensual Inazumans.
Thoma, held the cup of sake between his fingers, eyes boring into his body performing acrobatic feats on the pole, but Aether can see just how flushed his cheeks are.
He could not help the grin on his face. How adorable, Thoma is cute.
When Aether swayed his hips to side, heels clanking on the wood, the sound blocked by the erotic music, did he finally saw him.
Ayato, held the kiseru, a pipe of cigarette, between his fingers, the tobacco emanating off of it covers him in smoke, but it doesn't matter because Aether can clearly see just how much Ayato is focused on him only.
Hmm, what would Ayaka think that his brother is lusting after him?
Heh, chaos would ensue, if Ayaka would know just how much Ayato desires to bed him...
The Yashiro commissioner sent him a smirk, to which the blonde beauty just brushed off.
Aether turned his head to the person sitting beside Thoma.
Ah, his beloved Kazuha, eyes almost hazy and drunk on his sensual form, sitting beside his right side, is Gorou, if the lazy wag of his tail and tongue almost poking out of his mouth, is an indication of how much he enjoys the performance, then Aether is pleased.
When the stage changed the colours of the light did Aether twirl to face the other side.
.....
Ah, the god forsaken Harbingers.
Rich, powerful and deranged.
The first one Aether met is Tartaglia, Childe, Ajax, a warrior with many names, who may look perfectly normal, but inside lies someone lusting violently after him. Childe smirked when he met Aether's eyes, shamelessly palming the bulge forming on his pants, sending a wink in Aether's direction.
The fallen star tried to ignore him. But he'll be lying if he said that he attention he gets isn't making him giddy.
On Childe's side sits Scaramouche, looking at him as if he's nothing but dirt. How funny, Aether thinks, Scaramouche' body says otherwise, with how his eyes seemed to follow his every move.
No, of course not, its not Aether’s fault he is attractive.
When Aether heard an applause on the side did he saw him.
Dottore, looks bored albeit a little amused as he sat in his chair, palm on his face. Aether absolutely hates him, no, not only does he look as if he's undressing him, no not that. Dottore looks at him as if he's skinning him alive.
He despises the man. But he can't deny the mysteriousness and possible looks under that ugly mask.
And so with spite, Aether performed an arch midair, sassily twirling as he performed a drop down split.
....
His sole patron on the farthest corner of the room, sits.
Cyno, think he's hiding himself, but Aether can clearly see the red glow of his eyes, likewise not leaving his sensual body. He almost chuckled, when he averted his gaze, hiding his face on his tan hands as he got shy, meeting the eyes of the fallen star.
And – oh.
Dainsleif, held the cup of wine between his fingers, eyes almost daring at him to, level up what he's doing.
But if Dainsleif's rigid posture is an indication of his arousal, Aether will gladly let that be his pride.
....
Aether's performance is almost finish, but of course what better way to finish things than with a bang for his beloved patrons?
As he finally dropped down from the pole, Aether laid down, then imagine one of them taking him wantonly, as he teasingly spread open his legs, his crotch only hidden by a piece of red string thong –
Aether heard heaves of breath as he did that.
How amusing, they are powerful, but when he finally presents himself for their eyes to feast on, they suddenly turn into pathetic aroused individuals.
The inaudible whispers of his name Aether on their lips, the flushed cheeks, the hazy eyes, the dunked gazes on his body, ah how much it fills him with pride. Setting out in the open, a primal and almost animalistic desire they have for him.
He's in a den full of predators, but he's the one eating them tonight.