The Darknight Hero and the Holy Saint of Barbatos

I Need You to Worship Me

Venti took out the mechanical bird and released it. He then went back to his huddled position. He didn't want to move and he wasn't sure the hero would actually come if he called. 

"Little archon, are you up there?" 

Venti's head snapped up only to look down. He moved down a few branches to see if the hero really had come. 

"If you wanted to see me,  you're going to have to come down from there." 

Venti dropped down only to pick up the hero and fly away. He flew and flew and flew, without a word from the hero, until finally, he'd reached their cave. He wasn't sure if he'd remember where it was. He'd flown in circles a few times, hopefully, the hero wouldn't mention that. Venti placed the hero back on his feet. 

"I need you to worship me." 

"Alright," the hero understood. Even if he didn't, even if he refused, he knew Venti would just go to someone else. Or get black-out drunk. He didn't handle his emotions well. "What would you like me to-" Venti grabbed his hair and forced his head down. He slammed his lips into his crotch. 

"Suck." 

He knelt on the ground properly and grabbed Venti's hips. Venti's hand never left his head so he was only able to suck through the fabric. Venti's grip loosened, feeling saliva on his white shorts. He grunted, leaning up against the cave wall. His wings sprawled out behind him. 

"I can't...please..." Venti's eyes watered. "I want your mouth." 

He slid Venti's shorts off of his body and threw them behind him. He kissed Venti's shaft and then his tip, licking the divet. 

"That's...too much..." Venti wheezed, his head lulling to the side. He didn't listen and licked the same spot. 

"You wanted me to do this," the hero teased. 

"I wanted you to suck," Venti grabbed his hair in both of his hands and pushed his mouth down onto himself. He moaned, back arching. Then winced, feeling the pressure of his wings against the wall. Venti grabbed the hero's hands on his hips and moved them up his body. "Touch me," he demanded, pulling off the gloves. His calloused hands searched for a destination, moving along every inch of Venti's body. Up under his clothes and down his legs. All the while, Venti fucked his mouth. His throat felt warm on his dick. Even moreso after he came inside it. 

Venti pushed him away to turn around. He pressed his hands against the wall and outstretched his wings. "Fuck my thighs." He forced himself to keep his legs as close together as possible but when he felt the hero's bare dick up against his ass, he gasped, knees buckling. His calloused hand grabbed hips, holding him so he didn't need to stand himself. Venti tensed. The hero's dick slid down between his cheeks to his thighs, thrusting between them. His tip ramming into Venti's balls. It hurt but somehow it didn't. He soon got hard again. 

The weakness from having already cum got to him. He dug his nails into the dirt wall of the cave, relying solely on the hero to keep him on his feet. The hero that wasn't hard yet. He felt him grow between his thighs. Venti wiggled, squeezing his legs together, hearing the noises he'd coaxed out of the hero. 

The hero moved a hand to Venti's dick, helping him cum faster. He moaned, unable to even grab the wall anymore. "Too much..." he could barely speak. The wall's dirt mixed with his sticky liquid. The last of his energy depleted but his thighs still getting violated. 

When he felt the hero's sticky warmth run down his legs and attach itself to the back of his own balls, he collapsed. The hero caught him, moving him to a different part of the cave to lie down. He was going to shove his dick back into his pants but Venti scooted over and stopped him. 

"Don't," he muttered, resting his head on his lap to take a closer look. He held the hero's cock gently, staring at it. He brought it to his lips and kissed the base, then moved his finger creating soft wind vibrations along his shaft. He could hear the hero's breathing become ragged. He could feel his dick getting hard under his fingers. 

He only sucked the tip while his fingers continued to make vibrations, moving along in whatever ways they saw fit. This prolonged the erection bringing the hero close many times but not quite there. Venti removed his lips and grabbed the hero's dick harshly in his hand, moving up and down quickly to ease him of this torture once and for all. It splattered all over his face but he didn't care. He lay his head back down, closing his eyes, to fall asleep on the hero's lap. 

The hero brushed his face clean with a piece of his shirt and then shifted to take off his coat. He covered Venti with it, watching him snuggle up into the coat and up against his leg. The hero stared, tempted to blush, as Venti held his dick captive, pressing his lips to it while sleeping. He tried to get Venti to let go but he wouldn't. He sighed, giving up, and leaned up against the cave wall. 

"I missed my chance to tell him."