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DRABBLE🌶 ONE

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           The sun was low-laying on the sky, soon to set in the Inazuman firmament. Sakura petals wrap Inazuma in pink, and the familiar spring breeze pass by your face.
Your heart beats increase the more you walk towards the teahouse, face rivalling even the reddest Agnidus Agate... of course that was a hyperbole, but the fiery sensation could still compete.

           Opening the door, you find the man who invited you to the teahouse, Thoma, "the fixer", the housekeeper, the man that is akin to sunflowers and golden retrievers. Everytime you see him, you knew that you'd spend another great time alongside him, but you knew that you'd also spend an embarrassing time of admiring him.
You had eyes for him from the very first time you set foot to Inazuma, and you never knew if it was the same.

           "How are you doing? I hope you've been doing fine, I miss you so much!" He embraces you, and your hairs stood up, feeling his warmth surround you, as if you were a swaddled infant.

Your voice betrays you the moment he smiles, the sun peppering his skin in kisses. He looks at you with sultry eyes, as if he was a temptress aiming for your most vulnerable spots.

He had asked you to come with him to the Komore teahouse, right in the late afternoon. A very odd time, yet you obliged. He was a friend, and maybe even someone you admire. When he sat down and drank his tea, you talked about many things ranging from Mondstadt and Inazuma.

          The sun was setting, and it had seemed as if its rays reach out to his face, and made him all the more beautiful.

You lost your voice at his chuckle. They were like christmas bells.
"You're blushing, Y/n."
Your eyes widened, and in an instant, you covered your face, blooming crimson embarrassment. Thoma laughs, standing as he walks over to your side of the table.

"Don't hide your face, now." He pries your hands, holding them with his one hand, and the other traced your cheeks. "I want to see you like this..."
The more his face nears, the more your cheeks redden. He knelt in front of you, who still sat in your heels. You instinctively closed your eyes, hoping that it made a difference to your reddened face. It only seemed to make your face burst red, feeling his lips on yours, kissing you so sensually.
You swim in the kiss, moving in sync after a few seconds of processing the sensation that seems to burn you so good. He had let go of your hands as it trails from arm to neck, and to the back of your head to kiss you deeper. Your hands stayed put between your chests. Your eyes relax through the kiss as your position

Thoma smiles through the kiss, and you felt the kiss progress to something more passionate. Your lips touch, open-mouthed as you feel your tongues clash. The room was getting hotter the more he kisses you. Your hands moved from his chest to his neck, wrapped around like a snake. Once both of you withdrawed from the kiss, his lips seem to make way to your neck, and finally onto your ears.

"I have this entire room to ourselves. Let's make ourselves home for the night."

          The god of geo, a resolve of stone, a strength of a thousand boulder, and Liyue's almighty archon.
Everyone would fall onto their knees under his gaze if he so pleased. Under the cloud of modesty and politeness is a dragon that toys with his food.
It was evident, from the moment he laid eyes on you. The dragon in him smirks at the scent of sweet prey.

          "Sit on my lap, sweetie."

Your face falls onto crimson blossoms. As a deity yourself, you knew Morax at the back of your head, even as both of you continued life in a more peaceful manner. He is one to look wise in his outer layers, but you find some sort of mischief right under the seams of manners.

          His eyes showed some sort of dominance. From past experiences, Morax was one to exert intimidation in everything he does, and this was one of them.
Fixing your tools, you silently walk up to the man.
"I want you by my side when I work."

          Clearly that wasn't the case.

His chest coats warmth on your back, your head tilted up as he enjoys the scent on your neck, enjoying the taste of unblemished flesh. You shudder at his teasing lips, shivering when he chuckles right at your ear. Even as you squirm, it dies down when he moves your head until your lips touch. You become more and more weak in his arms, invested in a kiss oh so feverish and passionate in nature, almost intoxicating. When your lips withdraw, you are brought back to reality, one hand resting by your inner thigh, the other caressing your flushed cheek.
          "Say my name," He whispers.
"Z-zhongli..." He goes nearer, but not close enough. You silently whine when he laughs.
          "Not that, sweetie. Say my name." You fidget at the stern dominant tone that laces his voice.
"Morax..."

He chuckles and whispers oh so sultry, like a dragon dancing in the wind, "Good girl."
And the next moments are yours to fabricate.