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#i love xiao yeah but this fanart of him i saw in karmic binds is really
rosafione · 3 years
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Do you want it or not?
when you try to write a very VERY serious aNgsTy fanfic but you thirst for the character too much.
PLEASE, have this unfinished drabble that is now not part of my fic because i realized halfway through it's just become too heated aNd i was nOt planning to write about smut—
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"Alatus?"
"Yes?"
"What—" you clear your throat. "This is a pleasant surprise."
"I have taken it upon myself to enforce my own binds. I've undressed myself as well. I am ready."
You could see that.
When you came home from the alliance meeting for the Gods, you certainly did not expect the estranged creature you saved some months ago to be kneeling on the floor of your lair, bound by chains (you assumed he took from the jail cells) in all his misplaced, arrogant glory.
Red crawls its way up your neck, to your cheeks, and of course! He notices such a small detail. "For a God surrounded by darkness and cruelty, you are surprisingly innocent."
"Well, I don't often come home to a beautiful man offering himself to me like a feast."
To think, he had been so innocent when you first found him, unknowing of a human's material desires. He had not even started with greed, yet went diving straight into the throes of—
"A feast?"
Was he provoking you?
"A feast," you echo. "You see, like this," your place the pads of your fingers gently against his chest, and slowly, you drag it down the expanse of his torso, featherlight and burning. "I could just eat you up."
The way his eyes dilate at the path your hand follows doesn't escape your attention. And if he wanted you to stop, there was no way to tell.
What with the shaky breath that leaves him. His back arching closer to your touch and a shiver racking his spine.
The tension doesn't fade.
But he says the words: "P-Please stop.."
Oh?
He says it just as you reach the skin of his pelvis. You follow his plead, but you don't put any distance. Just lift your gaze to his hateful expression, embarrassment flooding his soft cheeks.
"Don't— Don't misunderstand. This—" he gasps as you make a move to inch lower— "Ngh, this was not what I had in mind!"
You don't mean to be a sadist— but the way he strains against the chains, forearms tensing and fingers digging into his own palms at your touch.
Oh, Celestia. It's too much.
You don't know how you can constantly keep your mind off of touching all over him.
"You should explain, Alatus," you coo. "Or else I'll keep misunderstanding."
He almost preens, but he catches himself, clenching his teeth as his legs tremble. He glares into your eyes and yet his pupils are unfocused, chest heaving from the deep way he breaths and you know he is desperately holding to his few remaining wits.
"I'll do it. Please. I'll explain. Just— haah~ please, w-wait!"
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