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Only Alhaitham and Cyno remained in the village chief's house. Dehya, Candace and the Traveler had gone out to resolve some issues between two villagers, and so they left the two men behind to avoid having two arguments on their hands.
Cyno had grumbled and crossed his arms, not enjoying the idea of sharing a space with Alhaitham, while the other had remained unmoved and calm as always, barely peeking up from the book he had been reading. It was the last deed they would fulfill before stepping out to the eremites' hideout and rescuing the Village Keepers.
They had been gone for close to an hour now, and in that time Cyno hadn't been able to stop himself from pacing around the room, throwing dark glares at Alhaitham every now and then, though the other ignored him, way too engrossed in whatever he was reading. At some point, the shorter man found peace against a wall, leaning back and staring at Alhaitham for a solid minute. The scribe didn't even flinch.
"How did you get her to speak up?" Cyno bluntly asked, arms crossed over his chest.
Alhaitham didn't take his eyes off his book "Whom do you mean?"
"You know who!" Cyno angrily grunted, voice already picking up "The woman who was reluctant to speak with me! How did you make her fess up?!" Alhaitham's lips slightly twitched up, almost mockingly. Yet, he didn't answer. Cyno narrowed his sharp red eyes "Don't tell me these nights you didn't even come back here you were..." he eventually connected the dots.
A silver eyebrow went up, teal eyes finally moving away from book "Oh? It seems you've become sharper." Alhaitham answered, confirming Cyno's thoughts. The short man's face scrunched up in both disgust and hatred, piercing red eyes fiery with anger "You repulse me." He spat out "You think your good looks grant you the right to go around emotionally manipulating women and men alike into spilling their secrets to you? You're trash."
A smirk adorned Alhaitham's features at the angry rant, and Cyno's hands were itching to pull out his spear. "How fortunate I am" Alhaitham calmly stated, putting down his book on the table before unfolding his legs and standing up, leveling Cyno with a confident look as he approached him in even strides. "For the General Mahamatra himself to commend my physique, I am truly honoured".
They were quite close now, Alhaitham but a few inches away from Cyno as he leaned down, supporting himself against the wall with an arm. His fingers raised to remove Cyno's hat, tossing it to the floor. Cyno's lips twitched down, steeling himself for a fight as he eyed at his spear he had left propped up across the room.
The longer they stayed like this, the more Cyno felt Alhaitham didn't hold such intentions. He seemed content looking down at the smaller figure for a moment, teal eyes leaving burns across Cyno's body. "Do you want to me to show you, how I went about melting down her walls and having her lay herself bare to me?" He asked, daring to twirl a white hair strand around his finger.
Small shoulders tensed up, tanned cheeks taking on a pretty pink color despite himself "A-are you fucking propositioning me?!" Cyno angrily stuttered out, hands balling up into fists. He tried to muster the most hateful look he could, glaring up at Alhaitham with years spanning disdain. Alhaitham chuckled smoothly, slipping an arm around Cyno's waist, and leaning down further to whisper into his ear "I have the decency to answer your inquiry with a hands-on demonstration. Now, why don't you stand nice and pretty and close that unbecoming mouth of yours?"
"Hmm-!" The lips Cyno had parted to spew out some more harsh words were quickly forced into silence by the scribe's mouth, fingers tipping up Cyno's chin in a tight hold.
Cyno's raised hands flexed into empty air as he difficultly processed that Alhaitham was currently kissing him. The one man he hated the most across Sumeru was moving his filthy lips against his own, nimble tongue already wrecking havoc inside Cyno's mouth due to taking him by surprise mid-sentence.
Cyno wanted to bite him. And he did. Gritting his teeth down hard on Alhaitham's tongue, catching the taste of blood in his mouth. Alhaitham visibly shuddered against Cyno, but the kiss didn't break. Rather, it seems the roughness had spurred Alhaitham on to deepen it, twirling a bloody tongue against Cyno's as he held his jaw into place.
Cyno had zero moving room, backed against the wall by a much taller and bulkier figure. A distant voice in his mind reminded him that he was the General Mahamatra, that he had the power to push Alhaitham off and slice his throat. If he so willed that is. And in that moment, to his biggest shame, he would much rather listen to his dick that was quickly growing to a half chub against his leg.
He trembled when the hand around his waist trailed down to his shorts, sliding them just under the jut of his ass. His dick flew out, already eager and wet with precum. He felt Alhaitham's lips quirck up against his mouth before deft fingers wrapped themselves around his length.
The grip was warm and tight, and Cyno threw his head back against the wall, breaking their kiss around a shameful grunt. The full stretch of his neck was now exposed to Alhaitham, who had no qualms busying his lips with the tanned skin instead, sucking along Cyno's jugular as he kept stroking him.
"I-I'm...!" Cyno groaned, shutting his eyes as a single tear of shame dripped down his cheek. He was going to come, he knew it, the fuzzy warmth deep in his belly a dead giveaway. His balls grew tight and--
"Sorry, Cyno" Alhaitham smirked, not looking very sorry after he had clamped a tight hand around the base of Cyno's cock, staving off his orgasm. A strangled whine resonated in the room "You are fucking scum" Cyno lashed out, bucking into Alhaitham's hand to no avail, his orgasm effectively cut off and ruined.
Once Cyno had calmed down, Alhaitham resumed his strokes along the angry red skin, easy with slick, "It would be a waste to stop so soon." Alhaitham's deep voice supplied, and Cyno yeeped as the single arm around his waist raised him up the wall and into Alhaitham's arms. His legs instinctively locked themselves around Alhaitham's back lest he slipped and fell. With Cyno pratically twisted in half like this between the wall and Alhaitham, his bare ass was now pressed flush against the scribe's pants clad erection, getting a sense of the sheer weight of it.
"Of course you have a big dick too, you bastard" Cyno cursed with a glare, although he was rocking his hips down, grinding his ass against Alhaitham's crotch. He triumphly smirked when he felt the scribe shiver against him, clearly riled up by his dryhumping.
The smile didn't stay long though, two long fingers tapped along Cyno's lips, "Open up, Cyno" Alhaitham ordered, pressing down on his bottom lip. "Fuck you" Cyno breathed out, before reluctantly parting his lips, granting entrance to the digits.
Immediately, the fingers roughly slipped inside and prodded at the inside of his mouth, Cyno nearly choking on them. His teeth grazed along the invading fingers and he was about to harshly bite down again when- "Behave, Cyno. I'll be lubing up your ass with blood if it comes down to it" Alhaitham preemptively warned.
Cyno gulped, obediently moving his tongue along Alhaitham's fingers and slicking them up with saliva instead. After a few laps of his tongue, the fingers slipped out of his mouth, a trail of drool still linking them. Alhaitham looked at his fingers and the sheen of drool on them, "This should do" he decided under Cyno's bemused glare.
The shorter man shivered as the slicked up fingers popped up at his ass, ghosting against his tight entrance. He braced himself as they breached him, fingers crawling inside his butt to the second knuckle, Alhaitham flexing them apart in a scissoring motion to create an easy slide for his cock. They were long and nimble, and reached far enough to graze against his prostate.
"Hng..." Cyno let out a stifled groan, biting into his bottom lip at the pleasurable touch. His hips ground down, wishing for the long fingers to brush against his prostate, abuse the sweet spot until he couldn't think anymore. Yet Alhaitham made sure to avoid it, flexing his fingers away.
"Archons, I'll beat you up so bad when this is over" Cyno grunted, looking up at the ceiling as his head was craned back. Alhaitham chuckled "Such brave words from someone with two fingers deep in his ass".
Alhaitham sucked a hot hickey into the crook of Cyno's neck before finally taking out his fingers, staring down as Cyno's hole clenched around nothing. Alhaitham momentarily took away the hand that was around Cyno's middle, and grabbed his knees to hook them over his shoulder in a borderline mating press instead, confident in his legs to keep the shorter man hoisted up against the wall. He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, keeping quiet as he saw Cyno rub at the newly formed hickey with a blush on his cheeks.
Once he had unzipped his pants, he yanked them down along with his boxers far enough for his cock to slip out, hitting back against his stomach. From his position propped up against Alhaitham's thighs, Cyno had a full view of the big cock in front of him. The skin was paler, but what was most striking was the size, a gasp leaving the short man's lips as Alhaitham rubbed their cocks together. The scribe was at least twice his size, utterly dwarfing him.
He gulped down, a pang of nervousness but also excitement tugging at his chest. Alhaitham continued humping him until both their cocks were dripping with precum, then he brought his hand down and quickly stroked himself, spreading the slick over his cock. With his hand still at the base, he shifted his hips and directed his cock towards Cyno's pucker, wet tip kissing at the loosened hole. "Cyno-" "Cut the mindful lover act will you, just fuck me hard, I want to feel it for days" Cyno admitted, averting his gaze from the perplexed eyebrow Alhaitham had just raised at his words.
"Suit yourself."
Cyno may have asked for it, but he hadn't quite anticipated the intense burn that flooded his senses as the head of that huge cock drove inside him, further prying him open. Tears instantly welled up at the corners of his eyes, "Fuck!" He grunted, humiliation building up fast within him as he realized he had not expected for the stretch to be such a far cry from Alhaitham's fingers.
Nothing could have prepared him for this cock, he rationalized, Alhaitham was a freak, an outlier, and that extended to his fucking girthy cock that was impossibly larger than his fingers. Cyno kept writhing and squirming in Alhathaim's hold as the cock delved ever deeper inside him, his tight walls forced open in places never reached before. He was pretty sure he started wailing at some point, willing Alhaitham to stop sinking in, to finally bottom out.
He finally dared to open his misty eyes when Alhaitham stopped moving, red eyes flicking down to where they were joined. "T-that's-" He gaped, looking down at his taunt stomach that had slightly distorted under the grith of Alhaitham's cock, the outline of it bulging through his skin. "Apologies Cyno, it seems I didn't account for how small you are". Alhaitham breathed, unable to peel his teal eyes off it.
Cyno whimpered, shaking his head "Pull out, pull out!" He slapped Alhaitham's shoulder with his hand "Y-you're gonna ruin me, I'm scar-ah!" He was cut off by his own moan as Alhaitham shifted his hips, moving inside him. The scribe took in a sharp breath as he watched the outline shift accordingly. "I'm afraid you're too tantalizing to stop, Cyno" he licked his lip, large hand taking to almost obsessively stroking over the bulge in Cyno's abdomen.
"No, no, no I'm gonna break I'm gonna break!!" Cyno's tears kept flowing as Alhaitham started moving, pulling out midway through before shoving back inside roughly, fascinated with the way Cyno's abdomen loosened only to pull taunt around his dick again. Cyno screamed, all fronts dropped as he trashed against the wall, desperate to get away. His dick had almost gone fully soft under the onslaughts of pain.
Then soft lips touched the corners of his eyes, before a warm hand wrapped itself around his neglected dick and Alhaitham angled his hips a certain way. "Ah!" Cyno moaned, from pleasure this time, as Alhaitham finally found his sweet spot, brushing against it with every thrust inside. His dick perked up with renewed interest, helped by Alhaitham's hand, steadily dripping against his stomach.
A deep, hoarse voice chuckled along his ear, sharp teeth nibbling down on the shell before whispering "To think I would ever have the General Mahamatra whimpering on my cock, I am truly fortunate." Cyno let out a high strung moan at that, barely recognizing his own voice, "K-keep going, your voice- fuck, it's so hot!".
He felt Alhaitham smirk as he kissed down his cheek, licking up his tears, unrelenting thrusts keeping him filled and sated "You're tighter than her, Cyno. Smaller than a woman, can you imagine? I am reshaping your insides around my cock right now, you will no longer be able to live without-" He pulled out fully, watching the gaping hole flutter around nothing, before feeding himself back in with a sharp thrust, bumping Cyno's sweet spot dead-on "-This" he hissed out around a groan.
Tight walls clenched hard around Alhaitham and he felt Cyno's dick twitch under his hand, weak, clear cum coating his fingers as Cyno's chest heaved heavily, face twisted into a positively wrecked expression. His red eyes had fully glazed over with bliss, staring off into the distance as he laid there for Alhaitham to take and fuck, nudging the growing sensitivity into a corner of his mind.
It's with this fucked-out face burning into Alhaitham's eyes that he continued to roll his hips into Cyno, shuddering at the way the responsive muscles flexed tightly on his cock. After a short while, he felt a flurry of warmth pool in his belly, leaning down and stifling his grunt into Cyno's mouth as he kissed him deeply again. His hips bucked sharply against the tanned ass, balls drawing up and cock releasing deep inside Cyno, bloating him up with potent cum with the sole purpose to breed, as irrational a thought as it was.
Their chests moved together as they both came down from their high. Their lips parted with a wet noise, Cyno's red orbs lost in Alhaitham's own teal. He absentmindedly registered the warm cum dribbling past Alhaitham's cock, dripping down his tan thighs.
"Cyno-" Alhaitham hissed as the other's walls suddenly squeezed down around his softening cock, red eyes wide with fear "Fuck, fuck, fuck, they're coming back!"
Alhaitham tensed up and quickly parted from Cyno, lowering him back on the floor. Alhaitham watched as the shorter man quickly bent down and slid up his shorts, sucking in a deep breath as he saw more cum gush down the other's legs. He eventually averted his eyes and focused on tucking his cock back inside his boxers before buttoning himself up while Cyno looked for his hat.
Cyno had just wiped off the excess cum along his legs with a towel he had also used for his tears-stained face when the door clicked open, girly laughters flooding in. He shared a look with Alhaitham, questioningly pointing at his face, and his shoulders slumped with relief when the other nodded at him.
Their little fling would be safely hidden away.
For now.