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Albedo was in Inazuma, coming alone this time (he'd love to have taken Klee with him but she was promised a picnic by Jean and Lisa), he met a person he was familiar with, or rather, Lumine was.
Kaedehara Kazuha, a member of the Kaedehara clan who practiced the isshin art of swords. Ever since the alchemist had heard about his temporary usage of 2 visions simultaneously while blocking the Raiden Shogun's musuo no hitotachi from Lumine, he'd wanted to seek the samurai out, so he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when Kazuha told him that he had put the vision in its rightful place, with its original owner.
He respected that, though, and Kaedehara offered to take him to an Inazuman restaurant with his friend, so he took him up on it.
He soon met the friend in question, a man his height, donning a blue kasa hat that settled nicely on his midnight blue hair.
A wanderer whose name was Scaramouche, according to Kazuha, though he just crossed his arms and grimaced as if with disdain for the name.
He was settling for some time in Inazuma, just like Kazuha, and they met at a bar.
The man was frankly quite breathtaking, and there was some sense of familiarity when Albedo shook hands with him.
Familiarity like, as if he were shaking own hand.
As if Scaramouche weren't really human, just like Albedo wasn't, like he was merely a fake meant to replicate one.
He was certainly better at it than Albedo himself was, he was very expressive, maybe too expressive, constantly spewing profanities at anyone who even looked at him wrong..
After they shook hands, Albedo furrowed his brows at the feeling and looked down at his own hand after they pulled away. Curious.
His body didn't eminate heat, or at least it didn’t feel like it, not unlike himself.
His movements were fluid just like that of a humans, but they had some sort of artificiality about them that Albedo knew all too well.
The man was vulgar, and rude, and Albedo couldn't help but think that allowing such a person to get drunk in public isn't a great idea, but Kazuha seemed to have a way to placate him for the most part, just making conversation and not allowing anyone else to talk to their little group.
Later in the night, when the bar was closing up, the so called 'human' wanderer he had been making small talk with all night, murmured something about not having a place to sleep tonight.
Albedo glanced at Kazuha (and he was honestly a bit worried for him, since he was just sitting slouched over with his head in his arms, which were crossed on the bar, murmuring incoherent drunken babble) and then back at the other.
"Sleep at the inn I'm staying at."
Albedo said, looking back at Scara, he tilted his head.
"I don't suppose you have two beds?"
"I don't."
He said bluntly.
"..Fine,"
Scara huffed like Albedo wasn't doing him a favor, crossing his arms.
"I'm not picky. Just don't take up all the space."
Albedo nodded, blinking slowly at his glass of sake on the bar, pausing before taking the last sip of it (and paying their tabs with some hurriedly-taken out mora).
it could never compare to Mondstadt's beverages, but whatever.. It sure got the job done.
He stood up and slinked Kazuha's arm over him.
"Oh, we're leaving?"
Kazuha asked, swaying on his feet.
"Yes. Can you walk?"
Albedo asked, helping to support him.
It was routine for him at this point, since sometimes Diluc would ask Albedo to bring an absolutely hammered Kaeya back to his house.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright. Sorry, I.. Fell asleep."
The samurai murmured, shaking his head as if that would help to sober him at all, the only thing it brought was an annoying headache.
"Alright then."
Albedo let him go, but lingered closely next to him to make sure he didn't fall.
He'd make him some medicine tomorrow morning..
"Let's get you home,"
Kazuha nodded drunkenly, Albedo led him to his current place of residence, a small inn near the docks that Beidou had helpfully supplied for the few days the Crux Crew would be in Inazuma before their next departure.
Scara followed closely behind, Albedo made sure to watch him too, since he didn't want a drunk wanderer to run off and possibly kill someone for just bumping into him or something.
After helping Kazuha change into sleepwear, getting him some cold water next to him for when he woke up, and getting him into bed, Albedo was finally ready to leave. Scara just stood at the doorway, arms crossed, groaning about how bored he was. Albedo paid him no mind, though, and practically dragged him out when they were ready to go.
They made their way to Albedo's inn, which was in Konda village, Albedo unlocked his room and Scaramouche immediately discarded his kasa hat and kimono on the floor, kicked off his shoes and laid down in Albedo's bed.
Albedo didn't even question it, simply discarding his own coat and stockings, leaving him in just his tunic and pants.
"I have sleepwear if you'd like."
"No."
He replied rather bluntly, sighing as if exasperated.
"..You're so weird."
He remarked, and Albedo just looked at him for a moment, blinked (he didn't need to), and looked down, thoughtfully.
"..Alright?”
He asked, unsure of how to respond otherwise, he supposed he should feel offended but he didn't really, he sat down on the bed, glancing at the strange wanderer.
"Do you sleep?"
"What kind of question is that?"
He asked, confused and annoyed. sure, Albedo was perceptive, but there was no way this random alchemist from fuck knows where could figure him out just like that.
"..What you heard."
He said, laying down at the absolute edge (with no complaints) since Scara seemed to take up 99/100ths of the bed anyways.
"Do I sleep? What do I look like to you?"
He asked, sounding offended.
"I was just asking.."
The blond murmured in response, glancing at him.
"Yes, I sleep, you pest."
He spat rudely, and Albedo just hummed.
"Interesting."
Came his strange reply.
Scaramouche didn't inquire further, just huffing and turning away from Albedo, taking up less space, since Albedo was literally halfway off the bed, his leg dangling on the floor. The blond turned around too, laying on his side and facing Scara's back.
"Interesting mark,"
He noted, and Scaramouche immediately turned around to look at him, narrowing his eyes at him.
"Oh, shut up,"
He spat, and Albedo just hummed, laying on his back.. there was something on his neck.
".. Interesting mark."
He said mockingly.
"It's a birthmark."
"Birthmark."
The wanderer echoed, sounding unconvinced.
"Yes, so to speak."
Albedo murmured, putting his arm over his eyes and sighing.
"..You're not a human, are you?"
The blue haired man asked, tilting his head and turning to face him.
"Neither are you."
He replied bluntly, turning to face him too.
"..Do you have a heart?"
Well.. that was a strange question, or rather, one that Albedo hadn't expected to hear from Scaramouche..
When he didn't respond for a few moments, Scara just rudely shoved his hand up his shirt, placing it over his chest to check for a heartbeat.
It caught Albedo off guard, and it would have made him blush if he had the blood to rush to his face.
"I—"
He stammered.
"Seems not."
Scara murmured, but he didn't move his hand, just kept it resting there.
Albedo sighed softly at that.
"Do you?"
"I don't."
He replied.
"Your body is warmer than mine."
He noted, more an observation than anything.
Albedo hummed, closed his eyes and leaned into the feeling.
"Your skin is soft."
"Mmhm?"
"Yes."
Albedo found his hand directly on the wanderer's chest, where his heart would be.
"So is yours."
He muttered. Scaramouche could get a really close view of his face like this, and he did. Instead of keeping his eyes on his chest, he looked at his face. Albedo's eyes were focused, clear, sharp. Looking directly at his chest.
He met his gaze.
"How did you figure it out?"
The wanderer asked, midnight blue hair obscuring his face as he shifted slightly.
He didn't have the same malice in his voice as before, so Albedo took that as a small win.
"I'm very perceptive."
He hummed, as if that answer would do anything to satisfy the other, which, it honestly didn't.
No one knew, no one but himself, Nahida, Lumine, and now this random alchemist from Mondstadt who happened to share this secret with him.
"Yes, yes,"
He huffed;
"But when did you find out?"
"Hmm.. I'd say.. When we shook hands. Your hands,"
He started, taking both of Scara’s hands into his own, inspecting them like they were something to be studied.
"They're very cold, and they feel solid, much like my own."
He explained, touching the tips of each finger, each knuckle, and then, moving to intertwine their hands, he clasped his own fingers around his hand.
"You may not be made of chalk, but we share traits nonetheless."
Scaramouche didn't know what to make of this conversation. He felt like he had something new to worry about, but then again, when you shake someone's hand and feel it cold and stiff, usually, your first thought isn't "Hm, are they pretending to be a human, when in reality they're a doll created by a god?". But on the other hand.. He had never been this.. Close to someone else. It felt intimate and he wasn't sure if he loved it or hated it.
Albedo let go, pulling his hand back.
Their faces were oddly close, too close for comfort, for two people who had just met that very night, and yet.. He felt no urge to pull away, there was no disgust filling his being, but there wasn't really anything positive either.
They made eye contact, and objectively, objectively, convincing himself he was being entirely objective, Albedo's eyes were beautiful. They were as calm and sharp as a river, colored a beautiful turquoise that you would usually see in a gem, not in someones eyes, they were focused and confident and, Scara really didn't want to admit that he could get lost in them. Albedo thought much the same of the others eyes, too. They were a beautiful shade of blue that brought attention to his face, calm and uncaring, nonchalant in a way, their gaze was piercing, it felt strangely relaxing to Albedo when he looked deep into them, like the ocean during the night.
"You-.."
The wanderer started, breaking whatever intense staring contest they were having, looking away.
"What are you doing to me? What are you looking at?"
He tried to sound annoyed, and it may have worked on someone else, but Albedo wasn't convinced.
"I'm not doing anything,"
Albedo was mildly confused, "What are you doing to me" was a strange way to phrase it because, objectively, Albedo wasn't doing anything at all.
"Then stop looking at me in the eyes like that- I-,"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, which almost made Albedo chuckle.
"That's dangerous."
"Hm?"
Dangerous? He was just looking at him, he really didn't understand the fuss. Lumine told him that his gaze could be considered.. Intense, if he lingered too long, but Scara's was way more vivid.
"Dangerous?"
He chuckled, tilting his head.
"Dangerous."
The wanderer repeated.
"Don't look at me like that. It's unnerving."
Scaramouche had completely different reasons for not wanting to have those eyes on him like that than he presented initially, but Albedo probably didn't want to, or need to, know that.
"Unnerving. You? Unnerved?"
He sounded like he was teasing, which made Scara snap to glare at him. Albedo wasn't trying to tease.
"Are you intentionally flirting with me?"
He asked bluntly, Albedo sat up, shaking his head.
"No,"
He said.
"I'm not trying to flirt with you."
He said flatly.
"If I were, you would know."
"Oh, would I? Seems like you're trying to flirt a whole lot to me. If you're like this now, then I wonder how you get when you're "intentionally" trying to get me to fuck you."
He said, sounding unbothered and almost bored. He sat up too, inspecting his own hands.
Albedo coughed at that.
Scara glanced at him, his expression was priceless. He looked embarrassed and somehow shocked and confused all at once, he almost felt bad.
Almost.
"That- Wasn't my intention."
The blond shook his head again, raising his hands as if to shut down any thoughts he may have.
Scara just huffed out a chuckle with a stupid shit eating grin. Albedo might seem composed and collected, but he really is the easy type, it turns out.
Scara’s absolute favorite type to play with.
"Though.. In my humble opinion,"
The alchemist started, and Scara made a humming noise.
"It seems to me like you're projecting. Are you sure you don't want me to be flirting with you? And you don't want to have intercourse?"
Scara cringed at that, because, on some level, sure, he guessed he was right. Albedo had those pretty bedroom eyes and the stupid 'unintentionally flirty' personality to go along with it, anyone in their right mind would want to screw him.
"I'm taking your silence as a yes."
Albedo said casually, reaching over and twirling a strand of the straight, silky, ultramarine hair, playing with it in between his fingers. That snapped Scaramouche back to reality. He stared at him. Albedo was focused on his hair.
"You're a pervert."
He spat like that meant anything, Albedo just looked at him inquisitively.
"Me? You're the one who keeps talking about having sex. I've done nothing to provoke such a reaction for you, and also, I'm simply playing with your hair, so.."
He chuckled a bit, he could talk all he wants, but he still moved to almost straddle him. Scara put his hands on his hips and pulled him closer into his lap, Albedo sitting up slightly on his knees, still focused on his hair.
"I'm going to get tired of you playing with my hair eventually,"
He warned, and Albedo just nodded like it didn't bother him whatsoever, as if he wasn’t even processing what the other was saying. He combed through his hair, all the while Scara kept his eyes glued to him. His movements were so fluid, and despite the fact that both of their bodies were cold and stiff, the air felt warm and relaxed.
He let him play with his hair for a while, the sensation of nails dragging and combing was nice.
"What will you do?"
Albedo asked, voice quiet, curious.
The wanderer didn't answer immediately.
"When you get tired?"
He elaborated, tone absentminded.
"Hmm.. I don't know, so many good options.."
Scara hummed to himself thoughtfully.
"You run your mouth a lot. Maybe I'll shut you up."
He shrugged like he was considering which groceries to buy, not.. This.
"Whatever.. I'll probably just end up pinning you to the bed and making you take it like a bitch."
He sighed, exasperated, hands still on the alchemist's waist. They moved under his blue tunic. Albedo had strong arms, they were lean, not too muscled, he liked that. His waist was smooth and flat, he traced his hips with his thumb, tugging at his pants with it too. He saw a gold star right where his stomach and pelvis met.
Albedo tilted his head.
"Mmh."
He hummed thoughtfully.
"You like that idea?"
Scara asked, nodding at him, expecting an answer.
Albedo nodded, eyes softening a bit.
That was enough for him to get tired, and he pushed him back so he was laying down, then got on top of him.
"What about kissing?"
He asked, the alchemist narrowed his eyes at him like he didn't really get what he was asking.
Scara sighed, murmuring a soft "You're hopeless.." Under his breath. He grabbed him by the nape and leaned in, kissing him. Albedo wrapped an arm around his neck, the other hand going to rest on his face, pulling him in closer. At least he was a good kisser. Albedo sighed softly, deepening the kiss, leaning up to do it, but Scara's hands moved to push him into the mattress.
Neither needed to pull away for air, since neither of them needed it, so they could make out for as long as they pleased.
By the time Scara had enough, he pulled away, he felt hotter than before and licked his lips. Albedo's hair was messy now, though he still had those damn braids..
"Well?"
The wanderer asked, cupping his face, thumb on his cheek and his fingers spanning from his ear to the side of his neck. Experimentally, he rubbed a bit behind his ear, and Albedo made a breathy noise, closing his eyes.
"Hm."
He hummed.
"Seems like you like kissing plenty."
The alchemist only nodded at that, eyes remaining unopened.
"How about, if you're good for me, I'll kiss you while you cum."
He meant it more to tease, to test the waters, maybe, but the blond seemed to take him seriously, nodding.
Scara managed a snicker, leaning over him to kiss him again.
"You're awfully quiet."
He noted, leaning his head on Albedo's shoulder, using one arm as a support for his body weight, using the other to unbutton the blond's pants, and take off his own.
"Apologies."
Albedo managed breathlessly, he sounded like he just ran a marathon, which was odd, considering he didn't need to breathe.
"That's okay. As long as you can take dick, I really don't need you to be talking. And it's a nice change of pace from your constant blabbering, isn't it?"
He had some sort of strange, twisted faux comfort in his voice, and Albedo melted a little bit more at that. He got him to lift his hips with just a tap to his waist. Pulling Albedo's pants off, he continued to talk, but he was more focused on inspecting every inch of his body.
"I asked a question. When I ask, you answer, right? Otherwise it would just be rude."
Albedo made a noise at that, which sounded like some sort of affirmation.
"Yes. I'm sorry,"
He murmured, Scara chuckled, he sounded like he was on cloud 9, on some other plane of existence that most people could only hope to reach.
"Isn't that easy? Using your words?"
He teased, crawling back over him, he kissed the 4-pointed star on his neck, cradling his nape. The alchemist threw his head back, he seriously felt like he couldn't catch a break.
"Yes,"
He said softly, hands reaching up to grab at the wanderer's shirt.
"You want me to take this off for you, pretty boy?"
Scaramouche asked against his neck, tugging at Albedo’s tunic once, twice for emphasis. His tone was so confident in comparison to Albedo's now softer voice.
"Please. By all means.."
He replied, nodding.
"Fine."
He sighed, shifting so he could take his shirt off. He started unbuttoning Albedo's blue tunic.
It was a shame, really, because it really, really complimented his body. It hugged him nicely, not too tight, but not loose. It was sleeveless, and the blue shade contrasted nicely against his pale skin and blond hair.
"What do you say when someone does something for you, Albedo?"
He asked.
"Mmh, thank you, Scara."
He said, reaching up to touch his now bare skin. The wanderer sighed quietly, and again, like he was bothered, "Sit up, Kreideprinz."
He instructed, and the alchemist did just that. He didn't need any further explanation.
Scaramouche got him to shrug his tunic off and he threw it somewhere random in the room.
"Hips up again, doll."
He said, and again, Albedo complied with no hesitation. He managed to get him out of his boxers, and Albedo shuddered slightly at the cold air on his dick.
"Wow,"
Albedo wasn't sure if the other was being sarcastic or not, for once he couldn’t tell.
"Isn't that pretty?"
He tilted his head, again, using one arm to support himself, he reached down to hold it. Albedo winced, tensed, and then sighed, relaxing.
"Mmh.."
"Albedo, when someone compliments you, how do you respond?"
He asked, his voice was so honest Albedo wasn't sure if he was asking a genuine question or just wanted him to say "Thank you" again. He decided it was probably the latter.
"Thank you,"
He murmured, and Scara hummed, moving his blond hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ears.
"Good boy."
He praised. That felt like a punch to the gut for Albedo.
He furrowed his brows and shut his eyes again, but then he felt fingers prodding at his mouth.
"Suck."
He demanded, and who was Albedo to deny him? He let Scara push his fingers into his mouth, opening his eyes to look at him. Scara pulled them out, shoving them back in like he was receiving personal pleasure from this.
"There you go, just like that."
He eventually pulled his fingers out, cleaning up his face a bit by bringing his drool back to his mouth.
"You ready?"
Albedo could only nod.
He winced when he felt the first finger, it didn’t hurt, but it felt strange. It’s not like he was a virgin or anything, but he hadn’t done anything like this in a long time.
“You take it so easily, huh..”
Scara murmured under his breath.
“I’m gonna add another.”
Albedo just nodded, squeezing his eyes shut when he felt the second finger, letting his mouth fall open.
He didn’t mean for this to happen, but you sure as hell wouldn’t find him complaining..
He sighed when Scara curled his fingers, jumped and made a quiet yelp when they grazed his prostate. He heard Scara snicker above him.
By the third finger, he felt discomfort, but it felt drowned out in comparison to the pleasure. Scara took it a little slower for him.
“Thank- You..”
Albedo managed, and Scaramouche just looked back up at him.
“You’re welcome, baby.”
He nodded at him in approval and went back to doing his thing.
“You really are good.. I thought you’d be bitchier. Maybe it’s just the saké.”
He snickered, and the blond just nodded.
“I- Can be bitchy.. Mmh, Sometimes..”
He said, furrowing his brows and sighing. Scara used his free hand to take out the others’ braids, messing his hair up a bit.
“Yeah? I’d wanna see that.. Not right now though.”
He chuckled, kissing his neck. Damn, his hands were getting tired.. He pulled his fingers out, inspecting them.
Albedo did the same, opening his eyes and leaning up, using his arms to support himself.
Carelessly, he wiped them on the sheets, and the alchemist just huffed.
“That’s.. unsanitary.”
He commented, Scara just shot him a look that said “Does it look like I care?” and took off his own boxers.
“Is this what you consider being bitchy?”
He asked, prodding at his mouth again.
“Open,”
He said absently, more focused on his own dick now.
“No, not at all. Is it considered bitchy to tell you it’s gross to wipe bodily fluids on my sheets?”
Albedo narrowed his eyes at him, but let him shove his (clean) fingers into his mouth.
“Yes. Very.”
Scara replied sarcastically, pulling them in and out like he did before.
“You’d be so good at sucking dick.”
Albedo hummed around his fingers.
“I could make you sit there for hours.. Shit, doesn’t that sound good? Finally find a way to shut your mouth up?”
Albedo couldn’t reply, so he just nodded his head eagerly.
Scara pulled his fingers out, using his spit as lube and lining himself up.
Albedo had his head to the side, eyes closed shut.
“Albedo.”
He said, guiding his face to look at him. He cracked his eyes open.
“There you go, eyes on me.”
He kept his hand on his cheek, his other pinning Albedo’s hip to the bed. He slowly pushed in. Albedo’s expression shifted, mouth open like he was just shocked, but never looking away from him.
“I’ve got you.”
He said, moving his hand to pin one of Albedo’s to the bed.
“Mmh..”
Albedo whimpered quietly, voice shaking, still not looking away.
“You like that?”
“That” was way too vague. He liked everything that was happening. He didn’t know what “That” was.
He nodded anyways.
“You— You told me not to look at you earlier—“
Albedo managed, Scaramouche nodded, he sighed softly, looking down. He was buried to the hilt.
“You kept looking at me like you wanted this. Like you wanted me. All I could think about is how you’d look like if I actually gave it to you.”
He laughed breathlessly, voice hoarse.
“I guess I know now.”
“Do I meet your expectations?”
Albedo asked, wrapping his arms around Scara’s neck, pulling him closer.
“Archons, you don’t even know..”
He sighed, squeezing his hand. He leaned down to kiss his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. He bit down and Albedo keened, Scara kept his hips pinned down.
“Shh. Relax.”
Albedo did.
Experimentally, Scara pulled out halfway. He thrusted back in, not quickly, but hard.
Albedo made a noise, shit, it felt heavenly.
“Yeah.. You just sit there and take it,”
Scara huffed, leaning in and kissing him again. Albedo used his free hand, the one that wasn’t pinned, to pull him closer.
He began to build a rhythm, he didn’t go fast, but he went hard, he was deliberate.
Albedo whined into the kiss, Scara let his other hand go to cup his nape, pulling him in closer.
He broke off from the kiss, the alchemist moaned, hip twitching.
Scara was sure Albedo’s hip would bruise if he had any blood, and he liked it that way.
“Good job, beautiful..”
He said, kissing him again. He kept it short, and Albedo lolled his head to the side.
“Thank- Ah- Thank you,”
He murmured. Scara let him look away for a while, tucking his fluffy blond hair behind his ear. He leaned down and kissed behind it, Albedo moaned as Scara kissed all the way down to his jaw, then his neck, then his collarbone.
“You’re so good at listening, aren’t you? So, so good. You’re so obedient, like a dog.”
He teased, moving to hold his waist up for a better angle.
Albedo nodded.
“Yes, fuck..”
He whimpered, Scara just laughed.
“Always something new with you. You want to be my puppy?”
He asked, and mindlessly, Albedo nodded.
“Yes, yes— Ah..!-“
He moaned and threw his head back when Scara gripped beneath one of his thighs, pushing it so it was on his shoulder.
“Mmh..!”
“Flexible little thing- Nngh, aren’t you?”
He turned to kiss the side of his leg, the alchemist nodded.
“Yes- I- Ah, fuck..!”
He was going to explain something, surely not something that Scara cared about, he took a handful of that blond hair and pushed him to the bed.
“You have such a dirty mouth, archons..”
Scara murmured. He waited, and Albedo quickly caught on.
“I’m- Sorry, Mmh.. I’m sorry, sir, gods..”
He whispered, and Scara tilted his head.
“Sir?”
He questioned, Albedo just moaned again at a particularly hard thrust.
“That’s nice, keep calling me that, puppy.”
Albedo was sure Scara was doing something to him. He felt like he was getting hit by a bag of bricks every time he talked to him like that. He swore he was melting, everything felt so hot and humid and, fuck, good.
“You having fun, baby?“
He pulled him closer and Albedo jumped, whining with a nod.
“Yeah? Making you feel all good?”
“Yes, thank- thank you- mmhh!-“
Albedo sounded so out of breath when he replied, Scara just had to kiss him again, to steal his breath away even more, especially since he remembered to thank him.
“You wanna cum on my dick?”
He asked, and Albedo nodded like it was the only thing he had ever wanted.
“Making such a mess of yourself, hah..”
He murmured, kissing right next to his lips. Albedo opened his mouth as if to apologize, but Scara quickly kissed him.
“It’s alright, shh.. You’re okay,”
He moved his hand down to stroke Albedo’s cock. The alchemist whined, maybe the loudest from all night, hips instinctively thrusting up a bit. Scara moaned at that.
“Ah!— Archons, can you keep doing that for me?”
He asked, voice tense.
“Yes, mmhh, anything,”
Albedo whimpered, letting his head fall back, Scara leaned down and kissed the star on it, he just had to.
“Good boy.. Archons, I’m gonna make you ride yourself stupid on me one day.. Make you— Ah!- Make you work for it instead of just giving it to you,”
He rambled, Albedo looked at him, and they made eye contact again. Scara’s midnight blue hair framed his face like a painting.
Albedo had to draw him.
“Ah..!- Scara, mmh, Scara, Aahh..!-“
He whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. Scara wiped them away, thumbing at them.
“It’s okay, nngh, you’re okay, I’ve got you,”
He said, nodding at him reassuringly.
“Mmh, c’mere, baby.”
He pulled him into a kiss, Albedo kissed back, puling him in closer.
Scara pulled away, it was always Scara, Albedo probably would’ve been content with kissing all throughout.
“Gonna fuck all your thoughts away, make you cum— Ah!- Make you cum— so hard you pass out,”
He was panting, his voice strained; at first, Scara didn’t understand why Albedo was panting, but now he does. It’s just natural.
“Please- Ah, sir, Scara, I’m- I’m close,”
He whimpered, hands scrambling all over Scara’s back, looking for anything to ground him.
“S-so close, ah-!”
“Good, good, baby. Sounds so nice when you moan my— Hah- Moan my name like that,”
He adjusted their positions, resting Albedo back on the bed without holding his hips up, but keeping his leg on his shoulder.
Experimentally, he moved his hand from Albedo’s dick to the star on his stomach. Albedo moaned, he moaned loud. He was pretty quiet in bed, his voice was soft. But that was loud. Scara almost paused.
Almost.
“You like that, starlight?”
He didn’t mean it as a term of endearment, he tried to sound sarcastic, Albedo just nodded all the same.
“Scara, Scara, I’m- I’m gonna cum,”
He whimpered, almost frantically looking down and then back up.
“That’s okay baby, go ahead and cum for me,”
He nodded, leaning in and kissing him. Albedo moaned into his mouth, his hips twitched and his legs trembled slightly, he gasped, Scara fucked him through it, kissing him just like he promised.
“So, so good, made such a- Such a mess of yourself just for me. Didn’t that feel good? Hm, baby?”
“Ah- ah, ah- I- Mmh, yes, yes, thank you,”
He moaned, trying to get the words out. Scara pushed his hair out of his face.
“Look at you, so far- Ah! So far gone.. Poor— Poor baby,”
He teased, but he was honestly losing his mind. He was whimpering and moaning just like Albedo.
The blond nodded.
“Just- just like that- Ah-!”
Albedo moaned as Scara thumbed at the star on his stomach, he really wondered what made it so sensitive..
“Archons, ‘Bedo, you make me feel so, s-so good,”
His voice strained and shook.
“You want me to cum inside? Kiss you again and- t-tell, ah-!, tell you how pretty you are?”
Albedo gasped, “Please, sir, mmh, thank you, thank you- th-thank you,”
He repeated over and over again like a mantra.
“You’re so- so welcome, starlight.”
Scara looked down for a moment, then back at Albedo’s face.
“So fucking pretty, gods.. Gonna- Gonna cum again for me?”
Albedo nodded feverishly.
“S-Scara!- Oh, archons..!-“
He gasped as Scara brought his hand up to press one of his to the bed again, intertwining their fingers.
Scara closed his eyes for a moment, he really was losing it. Too much Albedo could not be good for him. He furrowed his brows and moaned.
“I’m- ah!- Fuck, god..!-“
He whined, trying to find something to say, anything, but all he managed was to grip Albedo’s thigh, pull him just that little bit closer, and moan his name as he orgasmed.
“Albedo!- Fuck-! ‘Bedo, mmh,”
That was all Albedo needed to send him over the edge.
Scara still leaned in and kissed him, Albedo’s back arched slightly and he moaned Scara’s name, locking his leg behind his back and fucking himself through both of their orgasms.
“Good- good fucking boy, shit, good puppy, fucking yourself on my dick like that, ah!- Ah!- Fuck.. Feels so good,”
Scara started whimpering, he was getting overstimulated, he didn’t even want to think about how overstimmed Albedo probably was, because he literally collapsed back onto the bed, eyes closed shut, panting, still making small whimpers.
“Fuck..”
Scara pulled out, Albedo gasped, sighing, expression momentarily shifting into one of pleasure again, and then relaxing.
“Good job..”
He murmured, laying down next to him, putting his hand over where Albedo’s heart would be, where it should be.
“So amazing.. You’re amazing..”
He moved his hand down, pulling him closer. Regrettably, they both had to move, they were on the wrong side of the bed. Scara sighed and forced himself up, forced himself to help Albedo, and finally, they were under the sheets, with a pillow under their heads.
Scara pulled Albedo in by the waist, brought Albedo’s thigh over his own waist.
Albedo just let it happen, probably in his own headspace just floating.
Scara kissed him one more time, Albedo reciprocated as best he could, eventually wrapping his arms around Scara’s neck, leaning in close, letting himself drift off.
“Night, baby,”
Scara whispered, rubbing his back absentmindedly. Albedo sighed and leaned into the touch. A while later, everything was calm. They both stopped panting, settled into their new position. Scara laid his head on Albedo’s shoulder and fell asleep like that. Albedo hugged him close.