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[ 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. ]

[Maybe ominous for some, but only exhilarating for him.]

I've been in a lot of fights through my years. [Pain was, well, something that was consistent for most of his life. There was something enjoyable about the physical ache after a good round. Round of what? Yes.

He gives the other a coy smile.] No. [It's said playfully, but there's something very firm in his refusal. He doesn't remember a lot of the exact stories of his scars. It was just natural to get them through the years.

The ones he did remember. Well, some of those stories are for him and him only.] It seems I really am a disobedient dog.

[He didn't mind enduring pain. Even humiliation was on the table. Still, there were certain things he refused to tell a complete stranger about. No matter how seemingly kind and pretty they are.]

What a pity.

[ He tugs at the leash a little to make his point. Ultimately he’s not out to hurt the guy, or make him spill his deep, dark secrets.

But this game isn’t over yet, after all. ]

I suppose I’ll have to punish you now. What a shame that the implements here aren’t quite suited to inflicting new scars upon you.

[He lets out a groan as he arches his back. The material doesn't feel great again his length. The friction is nice, but it doesn't feel great either. He knows its not supposed to either.

He lets out a huff. A defiant grin.]

Oh? I thought you were a doctor. Aren't you supposed to be healing wounds, not making new ones? Do you really have it in you to punish me? [Wriothesley is not above trying to incite the other. To push things farther.]

I wonder…do I?

[ He’s never really thought of it before. Oh, sure, he’s certainly made people suffer with his medical treatments, as anyone in Liyue who’s had to drink his infamously bitter medicines can attest to. But deliberately causing pain for the fun of it? There are some things even Changsheng’s power can’t heal… ]

I admit; it’s rather tempting to leave a mark on you. We wouldn’t want you to forget our next appointment, would we?

[ “Next”? ]

[Well, Baizhu. He can't really answer that. You'll have to look deep into your heart. Or you know, think with your dick. One of those will give the answer one seeks.

But Wriothesley reaches to grasp the other by the back of their neck and bring their faces closer.] Thinking about next time already, monsieur? Why, I'm right here and needing your assistance now. Surely you should focus on what's in front of you. [He lets go with a wolfish grin.]

I can take a little punishment, you know. You don't have to worry about lil' ol' me.

You’re right. I’m looking at quite a fine specimen, after all.

[ Is he talking about Wriothesley’s dick or Wriothesley in general?

Yes. ]

And I’ve been curious…

[ Keeping his eyes squarely on Wriothesley, he reaches up to a nearby rack to pull out a dildo. Thanks to his good friend Senku, he’s gotten a bit curious about the inner workings of these devices.

And now seems like a good time to test them out. ]

You really will make a guy blush like that. What a flatterer.

[Wriothesley watches the other with a careful gaze. Honestly, Baizhu is a lot different than he expected. He wouldn't say that he underestimated him and he knew better than to judge a book by its cover, but the man still manages to surprise him a little bit. They're interesting and his curiosity is piqued.]

Oh? Curious about what exactly? [A lick of his lips as his eyes dart to the item in hand before landing back on Baizhu's face.]

Just how well can you take punishment?

[ Certainly, if no mortal man seems to have been able to faze Wriothesley, perhaps they might turn to the wonders of technology instead? For effect, Baizhu gropes at the base of the dildo, and clicks on something to make the thing whirr to life.

…Goodness, but will you look at that? No human could ever be this energetic.

He gives a meaningful tug to the leash still wound up around Wriothesley’s dick, as he shuts the dildo off to lower it between Wriothesley’s legs. ]

Now, be a good boy and take your medicine. I’m sure it won’t be as bitter as you might think.

[There’s something thrilling about being punished, but-]

Hey. [He closes his legs. He’s smiling but his brows are furrowed a bit.] I like pain as much as the next guy, but you can’t just shove that in without any prep. You know that right?

[Wriothesley sits up. It might take away a bit from their scene, but he isn’t a fool to take something of that size without at least lube. He could forgo prep for the pain, but there were limits. If the other didn’t realize, then it would definitely be equally irresponsible for him to let them think that’s okay.] At least some lube or you might actually have to be my doctor after this. [He laughs a little at that.]

Of course, but you’re the one who needs to play fetch.

[ Please use your big strong arms to grab the nearest bottle of lube for him, that’s a good boy…

Although maybe Baizhu isn’t helping his case by looking like he would’ve enjoyed seeing Wriothesley take it in raw. He really wouldn’t allow it, but you know. Science has been thwarted for another day. ]

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