A Raging Hatred; An Aether x Scaramouche story

Meetings at Sunset (Smut Warning!)

A/N:

Well, comrades, you asked for it and here it is! This is a...graphic smut chapter, so If you don't like it, then don't read it! I apologize if it's not good, I haven't really practiced this...Anywho, onto the smut. ;) (sorry this was kinda late </3)

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Aether was at Falcon Coast in Mondstadt, waiting for a certain somebody. He sat down on a rock and waited until sunset, until he saw the familiar figure of his boyfriend, Scaramouche, in the distance. As he approached, Aether sprung up from his seat, a smile on his face.

"Hiya," he says. He pulled him in by the waist and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned.

"Hey, you." He said, wrapping his arms around his neck as Scaramouche set his hands on his hips.

"Sorry I took so long." He apologized. "The Tsaritsa had spies on my tail, so I had to wait around for a while."

He frowned. "I hope you know what you're doing, Scaramouche. If the Tsaritsa finds out about this..."

"I know," he said. "I have everything under control. Don't worry your handsome little face." He chuckles, and nuzzles his face into his neck. He smiled, giving him a soft kiss on the lips.

"I've missed you, you know." Aether said, setting a hand on his cheek.

He raised an eyebrow flirtingly, "Oh, did you now?"

He kissed him again, and he felt his heartbeat flutter. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. Scaramouche ran a hand around his hips. Aether's hands rested on Scaramouche's shoulder. He sighed, and he kissed him again. He smiled against the kiss as Scaramouche's lips collided with his. His lips were soft against his own, and he smoothed a hand through his smooth purple hair. He held his head in place so that he could deepen the kiss.

He felt the familiar sensation of his bones unknotting. His fingers curled into his hair as the tension left his body. His breathing became erratic as he felt hands travel under his crop top (shirt...thing). His fingers slipped through his hair as he kissed him. His hands traveled up his back, and he felt the familiar contours of Scaramouche's shoulders and back. He breathed heavily as Scaramouche slowly pushed him against the wall of the cliff. He pinned him there and broke the kiss, smirking at the blonde.

"I've waited too long for this, Traveler..." He said in a low voice, tracing a hand down his stomach. He whined, wanting his hand to go lower, but it stayed right above his crotch. "I want to feel you."

He grunted, trying to form words as his hands traveled down his stomach until he was left breathless."I want you, too..."

Scaramouche then closes the gap between the two again, not hesitating to slip his tongue in. Aether moaned against him as he explored his mouth fervently. His hands gripped his shoulders and arms as he moved. His fingers slipped under his top in an attempt to pull it off, and he helped him by lifting it up and over his head. Scaramouche licked his lips as he looked the blonde up and down. He then pulled his head in for a kiss, the shade of his hat shielding his eyes from the setting sun as he kissed him passionately.

When the kiss ended, Scaramouche smirked. "You said you wanted to feel me, Traveler." He rolled his eyes. "I'm right here." He said.

He shook his head. "Just fuck me already, Balladeer." He traced a hand down his chest.

Scaramouche smirks. "Well, get on your knees, Aether. I'll see to it that you'll be thoroughly worn out." His voice was low and seductive, and it made Aether shudder. He nodded, and before he knew it, he was on his knees in front of Scaramouche, the wind swirling around him as he shivered. He looked up at Scaramouche, his eyes filled with lust. Scaramouche took off his clothes, revealing his long hard cock. Aether swallowed, looking at it.