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[ Oh, that name sure sounds easy to pronounce… ]

Heh, I can imagine.

[ What an agreeable sort. It’s certainly at odds with his looks, not to mention…

He finds himself sidling closer to Wriothesley, his heart beating faster and faster. He’s done this a fair few times by now, and has seen his share of naked bodies as a doctor, but this sort of thing is just…

He still isn’t quite so used to getting this close with people, on this level. He places a hand on Wriothesley’s chest, thinking about how they would’ve met under different circumstances—as doctor and patient, after this one’s gotten himself into a fight or something.

But would this really be the better encounter? ]

But I wonder what you mean…

[ He leans in for a kiss, murmuring softly— ]

By “familiar waters”?

Worst has happened, although I can't say I ever considered getting abducted to a place intent on wringing my cock dry in some hedonistic pleasure resort. [Honestly, it's kind of funny. Well, he thinks it's a little funny. Isn't it usually some do or die scenario where everything is bleak so the characters have to go through countless trials and tribulations???

An arm snakes around Baizhu's waist in the meantime to bring them closer.]

Why not make some educated guesses? I have no reason not to answer whether they're right or wrong. [He closes the remaining distance between their lips and kisses the other.

Wriothesley can sense a bit of trepidation, so he's more than content in crossing bridges to encourage the other to enjoy themselves.]

[ Intimacy and indulgence are their own kinds of hell, after all, so in a way this place makes a weird amount of sense. ]

Difficult—

[ He would’ve said something along the lines of disciplining his “pet,” before Wriothesley returns that kiss, cutting off a gasp from him—the heat of intimate contact, somehow, still manages to surprise him, Wriothesley’s arm a reassuring weight against his back.

And now he’s dragging his hands over Wriothesley’s shoulders to cling tight, his trepidation slowly melting away the longer they kiss, the tension in his body relaxing bit by bit, as, like a snake, he parts his lips and traces his tongue over Wriothesley’s lips, seeking more. ]

[Despite the firmness in his touches and the roughness of his calloused fingers, Wriothesley's touches were surprisingly gentle. Sweet. He moves at Baizhu's pace, always just aware enough of the other's comfort.

When the other silently asks for more, he's more than happy to oblige. He parts his lips and entwines his tongue in an open mouthed kiss.]

[ If he didn’t know any better, he’d think his new partner was Fontainian from the way he talked. But he can’t quite hold onto that thought with the way Wriothesley’s kissing him, with how increasingly distracted he is by how the other man tastes…

It’s almost enough to forget the leash still tying them together. But not, well… ]

We…

[ He breaks the kiss with a gasp, glancing behind him in this dimly lit room and pointedly trying to ignore the racks of toys he apparently needs to use on his “pet.” He doesn’t even know where to begin with those.

But one piece of furniture in the room is most certainly welcome— ]

The bed—

[Baizhu only really has enough to mention the thread before Wriothesley is kissing him again. He's lazy in the way that his tongue explores the wet, hot cavern of the other's mouth.

To his credit though, he didn't ignore the other. His arms wrap just underneath Baizhu's behind and he's easily lifting the other up and making his way over to the bed. He only breaks the kiss once they're at the foot of the bed and he can easily place the other down.] Just as you asked, monsieur.

[A wink as he grasps Baizhu's chin with his fingers to tilt their head up.] And what would my master want of me?

[ Baizhu might be a little too underweight for a grown man, but even so he can’t help a gasp and that odd thrill up his spine when Wriothesley picks him up so easily and deposits him onto the bed. ]

—?

[ Don’t mind him he’s just a little dazed at having been manhandled like this, though he recovers quickly enough to chuckle when Wriothesley slips back into character. ]

Ahem, but perhaps I’d like to see my little pet roll over for me…

[ Patting the bed meaningfully, come on now. ]

[Baizhu, he can probably throw you if he wanted to. What is this man eating? No, the better question is if this man is eating properly.]

Oh?

[Well, how can he say no? He flops onto the bed next them and even rolls around a few times for good measure. It's probably not sexy at all, but Wriothesley can't help but be just a little silly when he's given a literal order one might give to a real dog.

He does stop once he's pressed against Baizhu's side and looks up at them with a little grin.] Bark.

[ Wriothesley can throw practically anyone it doesn't count— ]

What a good boy.

[ He can't help but laugh, the carry and now the silly display having done their job in disarming him quite handily. All right, it's not as though he imagines this will go poorly after their initial conversation, but the humor goes a long way in charming him. ]

Then I suppose you deserve a little reward, don't you? How about…a belly rub?

[ The kind of clothing they sell here can be a mite tricky for someone not used to it, but Baizhu is nothing if not careful as he reaches down to help Wriothesley undress.

It's as good a chance as any to assess the state of his health as well. ]

[There's a sharp intake of breath and Wriothesley goes stock still as his mind seems to go wonderfully blank for a moment. Look, he had just been messing around to get the guy to laugh a little. It's not the sexiest thing in the world, but getting people into a good, happy mood does a lot to make both parties enjoy themselves.

He was not expecting the words good boy uttered at him. To be told he deserves a reward. Why, yes he has been a very good boy and deserves a reward. That's him alright.

He just needs a moment, alright? Even if his face flushes a little and maybe he's a little embarrassed how much of a turn on those words are.

Wriothesley clears his throat once he remembers that he should react.] That- That isn't necessary. The belly rub that is. [Look, he'll be good and even sit up to help get himself undressed. Maybe it's just to deflect his reaction moments before.]

[ Oho, he hadn't expected to fluster this tough-looking guy at all. It's adorable. ]

Why not? You seem like you'd enjoy it.

[ His touches are gentle but methodical, peeling back layers, helping him shrug off a sleeve or getting something unbuttoned. And the more layers he peels back, the more excited he's beginning to feel.

Almost everyone he meets eventually becomes his patients. This man is likely no exception. Baizhu knows he should keep things professional…

But there's something to be said about appreciating a well-honed body and all the delights it can imply. ]

[He huffs a little, trying to push passed the moment and ignore the want for more.]

Do I? I don't think I'm a belly rub kind of guy. [Maybe more of a hand in hair, scratches behind the ears type of person. He's not saying that out loud though. He has already embarrassed himself with how easy he was to rile up just now.

Wriothesley's physique is probably in its prime. Lean muscles from training. Broad shoulders into a tapered waist and strong thighs. He obviously does care about his body despite the numerous scars that litter his body. The man certainly wasn't lacking scars. The most prominent ones are the three on his throat, but there are plenty on his arms and on his torso now that the other has removed his clothes.

He tilts his head as he observes the other just as much as Baizhu seems to observe him.] Enjoying yourself?

Very much, in fact. It's the first time I'm exploring a body like this for the pleasure of it, after all.

[ And Wriothesley certainly doesn't look to be in need of medical attention, though Baizhu takes his time tracing the bigger scars anyway, trying to figure out what might have caused them in the first place— ]

Though I'm happy to report that you appear to be in the pink of health. There aren't any disruptions to your qi as far as I can see.

Did you think I wasn't in good health? I get check-ups frequently, monsieur.

[He does let the other take their time examining him and feeling him up. After all, he was supposed to be obedient anyways. He didn't see a need to rush things anyways.

Still, it's a little amusing that they seem to be so wrapped up in their profession that they still felt the need to give them an actual check-up.] Disruptions in my qi? I'm not familiar with the terminology.

[ Oh, he can already tell from just a look that Wriothesley won’t be needing his services anytime soon. But that’s not the real objective here, is it? ]

Oh, I suppose those outside of my profession would call it “life force.”

[ His finger follows the trail of one scar to Wriothesley’s chest, circling it around a nipple. ]

And I can sense here that your heart meridian is in flux, my my. Do you really enjoy playing the part of a dog? Ah, but even as I say that the flow of qi moves ever downward, filling you with great anticipation…

[ How much of all this babble is actual bullshit he’s spouting for shenanigans? Time for Wriothesley to find out. ]

I, ahh, see... [He arches his back with a a breathy moan.] Ahh, I'm sensitive there.

[Wriothesley doesn't shy from saying it. He didn't see a reason not to be honest. Besides, it's obvious in the way he reacts to such a gentle touch. He does, however, let out a breathless laugh at Baizhu's words.]

Are you sure you're not just spouting frivolous words? [They sound a little too farfetched for even him to play along. Though-] Perhaps you not so off the mark with the former though.

Of course. My assessments are generally very accurate.

[ Generally.

But hey, it's not as though Wriothesley's in any immediate danger, anyway. Baizhu's enjoying himself plenty already, for just having a specimen like this land onto his "examination table" of sorts.

But this isn't what they're here for. ]

But please, I'd love to see you wag your tail for me.

[ Excuse him while he reaches down to…assess the amount of qi clearly flowing downward by cupping Wriothesley between the legs. ]

Edited (Sorry phone typos are the worst ) 2023-12-31 15:26 (UTC)

Hmm, a shame I don't have one to wag for you. You'll have to come see me another time. Maybe next time, I'll have one. [A playful little smile. Perhaps even a promise for another time.

Baizhu was easy on the eyes, and someone who was from Teyvat was someone to keep around, he thinks.

Wriothesley let's out a pleased groan as he arches his back. He's already half hard in his pants and it won't be too much longer before his pants will be too tight for comfort. For now though, he reacts sweetly for the other. While his reactions are mostly genuine, there is a little more flourish to them as though to encourage the other.] Mm, and do you have a proper assessment for down there? [His voice is purr-like.]

Why, yes. I believe I’ve found your tail, for a start.

[ Ah, but he won’t torment Wriothesley for long, as he’s already in the process of undoing those pants.

Would he have reacted differently had he known Wriothesley was a true blue Fontainian, and therefore given to spectacle? Does it matter? This is a thrill he’d been careful not to experience too often—pleasuring a patient, making someone under his examination writhe and moan, utterly helpless to his whims…

Of course a man built like Wriothesley can never truly be helpless, but hey, a man can dream, right? ]

And it’s quite the specimen. I certainly hope this “serpent” brings you luck in the coming year.

Mm, that kind of tail…

[Lucky for Baizhu that Wriothesley is probably the most unFontainian of the bunch. He doesn’t need spectacle or drama. He seems more than happy in their current situation with the way he arches his back to help shimmy his pants off with ease.]

You seem quite interested, so why don’t you get a closer look.

As expected, this area certainly is overflowing…

[ It seems Baizhu’s handling the spectacle well enough for the both of them, but a little roleplay never hurt anyone, right? Wriothesley can’t be the only one.

And he’s had to undress his fair share of patients by now. Doing it this way is somehow more…fun? Especially knowing that Wriothesley’s not sick or hurting or dying, just playing along with these silly games the resort forces them into.

So he indeed reaches out, with the practiced ease of a man who’s had to do this many, many times over as part of his day job, to grasp at Wriothesley’s member and feel it in his hand, watching Wriothesley’s expression all the while. And, half-murmuring to himself, he adds— ]

This is quite the fine specimen, indeed…

Hah… Don’t doctors say they have a magic touch? It seems it’s happening because of you. You’ll fix it for me, won’t you doctor?

[Wriothesley’s voice comes out playful and teasing. The man certainly is happy to play along and Baizhu seems to be enjoying himself too.

There’s a pleased groan as the other touches his hardened length; cock twitching and leaking a little precum.]

I’m here to spoil you, after all. I certainly shouldn’t be neglecting this.

[ He considers giving it a squeeze, before remembering the length of that leash still hanging between them.

Well, nothing for it, then. He begins winding the length of that cord about Wriothesley’s length, before giving it a light tug to cinch it tight— ]

So, how does my sweet little pup like to be pet?

[ It’s only a doctor’s duty to treat his patient in whichever way he’s most comfortable with, after all. ]

[The noise that manages to escape his throat is very similar to what one would call a whine. His cock twitches and he writhes a bit, unused to the texture of the leash around the sensitive skin of his erection.

Still he manages to lick his lips and look at the other with something akin to a grin.] Why don't you surprise me a little bit? This dog happens to be pretty happy with anything. You could say they're easy to please.

[Honestly, he doesn't care how or where, he just needs the other to just touch him. The want for skinship thrums under his skin.]

[ Even the strongest of men must humble themselves before their physicians, after all.

At least Baizhu isn’t tugging too hard—he’s keeping it just enough to be felt, just to make a point—because a lifetime of bandaging wounds and taking care of people’s embarrassing sex injuries has made him way better at this than he has any right to be. ]

You do seem like you can take a bit of pain…

[ Why does that sound so ominous— ]

Why not tell me where this came from, then?

[ Pointing toward the largest of Wriothesley’s scars. ]

Perhaps if I find the story interesting enough, I can indulge you further.

[ Is this him just secretly putting together Wriothesley’s medical history? You can prove nothing. ]

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