Frosbitten Hedonism

The Angel’s Share second floor was almost always unoccupied. Tonight, it is occupied by only you, sitting at the corner table staring at your drink. The ice is beginning to melt into it, and the lemon wedge is floating aimlessly in the concoction. You stir it with the skinny little straw and try to tune out the rowdiness downstairs.

You take a half-hearted sip of your drink, and the taste on your tongue is foul. You quietly spit it back into the drink through the straw and push it away. A part of you feels bad, because you had only taken a few sips and Diluc’s mixtures were always perfect, but you had a feeling even your favorite drink would taste bad tonight.

From where you sit in the corner, you can see a part of the bar. Diluc is moving back and forth, attending to drink orders, his crimson hair tied up into a high ponytail. Every now and then, he glances up and makes eye contact with you, either watchful or concerned.

The door to the tavern swings open, slamming into the wall. The ruckus goes quiet for half a second before erupting into cheers at the new arrival. You can only guess who would be entertaining enough for loud drunks to get even louder.

“Master Diluc,” Kaeya says. He leans on the bar counter and slips into your view. “The usual if you will.”

Diluc opts not to say anything, but he walks over to the wall of liquor and reaches for a particular bottle. Kaeya’s wandering gaze eventually looks up and spots you. His one eye goes a little wide, clearly surprised to see you before composing himself. Diluc slides the drink across the counter and Kaeya catches it, tearing his gaze away from you.

“Actually, I don’t think I’ll be drinking tonight,” Kaeya says, shrugging helplessly. A wave of disappointed ‘awwes’ ripples through the intoxicated patrons. “A thousand apologies, I just remembered something important I must attend to,” he lies. The crowd accepts this flimsy excuse with mutters and within moments, the drunken atmosphere and noisiness returns.

Diluc’s stony expression falters for a moment. “You still need to pay for that drink.”

“Oh, but of course,” Kaeya chuckles. “I wouldn’t dream of cheating you, Master Diluc. In fact,” he trails off, reaching into a side pocket. “I will pay for a round of drinks for everyone here.” Kaeya turns and faces the drunk patrons. “A round of drinks on yours truly!” He announces, and the cheers almost deafen you.

Kaeya dumps a generous amount of mora onto the counter and makes his way across the bar, out of your view, but you know he’s coming up the stairs if not by the soft click of his heeled boots. Diluc’s whole body seems to sigh when he does and he begins to wipe the counter where Kaeya poured all the mora out. You sigh heavily and keep your gaze trained on your abandoned drink to try and appear busy. The click of Kaeya’s boots stop at the top of the stairs. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him leaning casually on the railing.

“You and I both know you haven’t touched that drink,” Kaeya says. You can feel his smug eye on you.

You flick the straw and it circles around the cup. “Actually, I’ve had exactly four sips.”

Kaeya makes a dramatic, surprised face. “My, my, are you turning into a drunkard? Careful, or you might end up being the fifth member of the Four Drunkards.”

The calvary captain’s attempt to be his amusing self fails to bring even a smirk to your face. Kaeya’s charismatic aura dissipates quickly. He grabs a chair from a nearby table and sits in it backwards.

“Amber told me you were headed for Inazuma,” he says. His tone is different; softer. “I didn’t think I would see you here in a long while.”

You poke at the melting ice-cubes with the straw in your drink. “I was in Inazuma. For a while.” You glance up at him, and can’t bear the uncharacteristic gentle way he’s looking at you. “Sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving.”

“You can make it up to me some other time.” Kaeya waves his hand dismissively. “What happened?”

The weight somehow feels heavier when asked that. “Too much,” you sigh. “The Raiden Shogun killed La Signora after she lost a fight with me.”

Kaeya’s eye widened. “La Signora, number eight of the Harbingers?” He sounds surprised. “Seems you’re getting stronger, my dear.”

You give your drink a swirl. “Seeing the Musou no Hitachi was… horrifying, to say the least. But, truth be told, that’s not what’s bothering me.”

“Oh?” Kaeya muses. “Do tell, then.”

“Have you heard of Tsurumi Island?” You ask. “It was destroyed thousands of years ago. Except it wasn’t.”

“I’m afraid you’ve lost me,” Kaeya frowns.

You continue, the words finding a way to flow out once the floodgates had been opened, even just a crack. “I took a commission to help some author get an instrument from the island for a story- which she isn’t even going to write anymore, by the way- and as it would turn out, the island is still there, just frozen in time surrounded by a- a miasmic fog.”

Kaeya remains quiet, listening intently as you tell your tale. “The people worshipped the Thunderbird with sacrifices. And one day, she took a liking to a boy; Ruu. Oh, Ruu…” you trail off, burying your head in your arms folded on the table. “They killed him, Kaeya. An innocent child with a beautiful singing voice the Thunderbird only wanted to listen to, but they thought her fondness meant she wanted him as a sacrifice. The entire island is like one giant ley line overflow, forcing it to repeat the tragedy over and over. And Ruu… he was still there, in a way. He was the only one aware, not stuck in the loop.”

“Oh, my dear…” Kaeya trails off. You can feel his hand hovering over your shoulder, debating whether or not you need a comforting touch.

“He promised the Thunderbird he’d sing to her again,” you continue, voice hoarse. “I took him to Seirai Island. The Thunderbird is dead, too, but her essence remains at its peak. He got to sing to her one last time. They’re both at peace, and I know I helped, but…”

You let your head thunk onto the table in defeat. Kaeya finally decides to put his hand on your shoulder. “The history of this world is an unfair, tumultuous one, with dark and tragic secrets. It’s not your responsibility to help everyone.”

His words spear through your chest. Your breath comes in shuddering gasps, trying to stop the tears that want to cry but won’t, and suddenly someone is hugging you. Kaeya is warmer than you thought he would be. You bury your face into the fluffy collar of his half-cape. It’s soft, and his hug is the perfect balance of tight and gentle. He smells good, too, like wine and peppermint, and you can help but breathe in deeply and as quietly as you can. Your head pounds and you want to cry so bad into his collar, but nothing comes out. Still, you hold onto Kaeya like he’s your lifeline.

Abruptly, Kaeya lets go. You immediately miss his embrace. He laughs awkwardly, though he tries to pass it off as casual. “My apologies,” he says, clearing his throat.

“No,” you rasp out, your voice stuck in your throat. “It was fine. You give… really good hugs.”

Kaeya blinks in surprise. You feel a magnetic pull towards him, eyes flitting up and down from his eye to his lips. He must feel it too, because slowly, you’re both leaning in until your lips softly meet. It sends your heart soaring, a simple but meaningful display of affection you’ve missed so dearly. You stay like that for several moments, lips just barely pressed together, until you lean forward more and open your mouth to let your tongue meet his. It’s slow, the both of you desperate to savor the kiss for as long as you can until you need to breathe.

“You taste like that drink,” Kaeya chuckles in a low voice. He brushes loose hair out of your eyes, and you lean into his touch, his knuckles pressed softly against your cheekbone.

You hold his hand in place on your cheek and kiss the back of his hand lightly. “Coming back to Mondstadt… feels like coming home,” you whisper into Kaeya’s knuckles. “ You feel like coming home.”

It feels as if the weight is being lifted from your shoulders when Kaeya cups your face with both hands and kisses you, lips just barely touching yours in a gentle gesture. You lean forward in your chair to get closer to him, and it scrapes against the wood as you run your hands through Kaeya’s hair. He stands up abruptly, pushing his chair away and scoops you up into his lap as he sits down in your chair.

Kaeya’s hands wrap around your waist as you push yourself down onto him, moving your hips on his leather pants. His thumbs dig into your sides, and his teeth graze your bottom lip. Your hands find the tie in his hair and pull it free, letting his dark blue hair spill out against his back and over his shoulders.

“Mm,” Kaeya chuckles, pulling away. “You should come back to Mondstadt more often.”

“Why? You miss me?” You tease him.

Kaeya smirks. “Only when I remember what fun we have when we’re together,” he shoots back.

“Let’s get out of here,” you mutter, running your hands through his smooth hair. “It’s loud and everyone downstairs is smashed.”

“Oh?” Kaeya sounds amused. “But that makes this all the more fun. If memory serves, isn’t this one of your fantasies?” He leans in close to your ear. “The louder everyone is downstairs, the less likely they are to hear us.”

Excitement zings through your body like lightning coursing through your veins. Everyone of your senses is dialed to eleven and at full attention. Arousal is hot inside of you, tied like a knot in your stomach, and a wave of relief comes with it.

“I did miss you,” you admit breathlessly, craning your head down to kiss him deeper as you grind your hips down onto his lap where you sit. You can feel him grinning as you kiss him, a wide, genuine grin he would never let anyone see compared to his controlled, smug grin.

Sitting on Kaeya’s lap puts his back to downstairs, but it gives you a higher view of the bar downstairs. Diluc is washing a glass with a rag, when he must feel you staring at him, because he looks up directly at you. You hold eye contact nervously for a few moments, until Kaeya turns around to see what you’re looking at.

“Ohoho,” Kaeya chuckles. “Admiring Master Diluc, are we?” He nips at the pulse along your neck, lowering his voice to a whisper. “I can’t say I blame you; he’s quite the handsome man, but why look at him, when you can touch me?”

A shiver runs down your spine. Diluc sets down the glass and rag on the counter, face as stoic as ever. He disappears from view, and with Diluc gone from sight, you feel Kaeya smirk against your neck triumphantly.

“What a shame,” he sighs playfully. “No more audience.”

You lean into the crook of his neck bashfully. “Are you forgetting all the people downstairs?”

Kaeya’s smirk disappears to lick softly at your pounding pulse on your neck. “I would never forget all the people downstairs,” he whispers huskily into your ear.

The thrill feels like lightning crackling through your body as Kaeya’s hands slip under your shirt and move upwards. His hands are tender, slowly moving up your bare skin until he reaches your chest, where he gently pinches your nipples. You hold back a moan in your throat, and Kaeya twists at your nipples. A squeal escapes you, and Kaeya tuts.

“Oh, be careful now, dear,” Kaeya scolds you softly. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, now would we?”

Your breath catches in your throat as his hands move away from toying with your nipples, down your abdomen, to the space between your legs. His hand palms your sex through the cloth, and you instinctually grind into his fingers for more touch. Kaeya retracts his hand and you huff through your nose. He smiles against your neck as he peppers soft kisses down your nape.

When his hand slides down your navel, it’s ice cold. You gasp softly and shiver, feeling him smirk slyly against the crook of your neck and jawline. His hand slips under the cloth and against your aching sex. The touch is both relieving and startling.

“Kae- Kaeya,” you lean back, squirming on his lap and pressing your back against his chest. “Your hand is cold.”

Kaeya shushes you gently. “I know, dear. But you can endure it, can’t you?” He coos softly in your ear and applies light pressure to his hand stroking your sex. “We wouldn’t want you to make a sound, would we?”

You clench your teeth as Kaeya slips his fingers lower and prods his cold, slick index finger at your hole. You open your mouth to say something, but his finger dips inside of you easily and you choke back a gasp by covering your mouth with your hand. Kaeya slowly moves his finger in and out with ease, and decides to push another one in.

Unluckily for you, Diluc chooses that exact moment to return to the downstairs bar right as Kaeya’s middle finger bottoms out inside of you. You press your hand tighter over your mouth to try and keep from making any noise. It feels like an ice cube, but the cold feeling sending chills to the core of your being makes your arousal spike.

Diluc looks up from behind the bar and makes eye contact with you, seemingly unaware that Kaeya has two fingers inside of you. The thought that Diluc suspects something makes your heart stop and you try to climb off of Kaeya’s lap. The cryo user grabs onto your hip with his free hand and keeps you firmly in place on his lap.

“Ah, ah,” Kaeya tuts. “Just where do you think you’re going?” His two fingers inside of you arch and press against a bundle of nerves that makes you muffle a moan behind your hand covering your mouth.

You can just make out Diluc raising an eyebrow at you from behind the bar. You nod your head, perhaps a little too frantically, to let him know everything is alright. Convinced or not, Diluc returns to whatever he was doing and your eyes roll back a bit as Kaeya relentlessly continues. Embarrassment and arousal blend together, making your heart beat twice as fast and your breath come in shallow gasps. Kaeya’s grip on your hip bone with one hand is just as firm as before, locking you in place atop his lap with his other hand down your pants.

Diluc keeps sneaking odd glances up at you, and you can’t help but think ‘he knows, he knows, he knows’. You squirm subtly on Kaeya’s fingers and end up just grinding into them with a bit back squeak.

“What’s the matter, my dear?” Kaeya coos in the shell of your ear. “I thought you liked this.”

His teasing strikes a powerful chord within you and you bite down on your hand to silence yourself as he puts just enough pressure on the sensitive spot inside of you that you see stars. Quietly, your orgasm washes over you in small waves, making you tremble and quiver with Kaeya’s ice-cold fingers still deep inside of you.

You start to breathe evenly when Kaeya slowly slides his fingers out of you with a muffled wet sound. You let out a sigh as you catch your breath. Kaeya shifts under you, and you’re suddenly aware of his boner pressed against the back of your thigh. You grind down just barely and Kaeya lets out a husky groan against your neck that sends chills down your back. He pushes your ass up and back out of his lap for just a moment and you don’t realize what he’s doing until you hear the fabric ripping as he tears it in half.

“Wha- Kaeya-” your stammers are silenced by Kaeya sticking his fingers in your mouth, still wet from finger-fucking you. You hear the muted sound of his zipper being undone, and you feel the head of his cock brush against your bare ass, the tip leaking precum.

Kaeya removes his fingers from your mouth and pulls you back onto his lap, spreading you open as he angles himself to your hole. He eases you down onto him slowly and you hold your breath as you realize his cock is just as cold as his fingers were. He leans his face into the crook of your neck to keep quiet as you clench around him. When you’re fully seated on his lap again, his length buried to the hilt inside you, Kaeya’s breath tickles your neck.

“You’re disgusting,” he whispers in your ear and it goes directly to your sex, making you squirm. “Getting off on the possibility of being discovered, it’s filthy.”

With that, Kaeya starts to thrust into you slowly. You curl your lips in to muffle your moans in your throat. Overstimulation fades away quickly, still eager for anything Kaeya could give. He’s moving you up and down by the hips so slightly it begins to drive you crazy. Taking the initiative, you start to ride a little faster, and you hear Kaeya chuckle.

“How pathetic,” Kaeya scoffs. You feel him lean back in the chair as he lets you do all the work of riding him. “Look at you, moving your hips like a bitch in heat.” His hand caressed the curve of your ass, and you yearned for him to give it a smack if it were not for the sound it would make.

Your body feels hot and feverish, riding Kaeya’s cock like you don’t know how to do anything else. Your arms are behind you, holding onto Kaeya’s thighs to stay steady and trying hard to not lose all control. Your instincts are screaming at you to throw caution to the wind and slam yourself down onto his length as hard and fast as you can, but there’s a sliver of clarity still within you that reminds you to move slowly to not make a sound.

You hold back a loud moan just in time as Kaeya unloads deep inside of you, gushing and warm. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavy and his dark hair tickles your shoulder. You stay like that for a little while, ass flush to his hips as his dick twitches inside of you and you clench and quiver around him.

Then, Kaeya starts to move again. He leans back in the chair and pushes against the small of your back to have you lean forward a little. As you rise up, you can feel some of the cum leak out, but it goes right back in as you sink down. It begins to act as lube, making quiet wet sounds as Kaeya uses your hole for his own pleasure again. You bite down hard on your bottom lip and your eyes flutter as Kaeya repeatedly hits a sweet spot within you, slow but firm.

A drunken band begins to play downstairs, and Kaeya takes the opportunity to grab tight hold of the flesh around your hips like handles and thrusts into you faster, the squelching sounds completely masked by the obnoxious cacophony of instruments. You let yourself moan a little freely, voice cracking in pitch with every deep pound into you when Kaeya bottoms out with each rough thrust.

Your legs start to shake from exertion, struggling to stay upright on his lap at the angle he has you. Kaeya slips out from your hole, cum dribbling out. He pins you on the table, stomach flat against the sturdy wooden surface as he spreads your legs wide and kneads at your ass before plunging in once more. It's an angle that you could potentially be seen from, but lust has taken over you both, squeaks escaping your throat with every piston thrust of Kaeya’s hips. The table begins to creak a little in rhythm, but any sound the two of you are making together is getting drowned out by the band’s performance.

You reach a hand to pleasure yourself further as Kaeya continues to pound into you. You feel the muscles of your hole spasm as an orgasm courses through you, and with it, a warm flood of cum is dumped inside of you, Kaeya’s cock buried to the hilt as he hugs onto your waist. You’re given a moment to breathe as Kaeya stays like that and you feel overcome with the lust for more.

Kaeya falls into a rhythm again and it’s all you can do to just go along with it, letting him use you like a toy. Cum drips down onto the floor, spilling over from his fervent pace. You feel a bit of dismay at the waste.

As if reading your mind, Kaeya leans into your ear and grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging on it. “I am going to breed you until you’re my bitch, do you hear me?” Unable to form coherent words, you nod, pulling at your own hair tight in his hand. “For as much cum that goes to waste, I’ll give you twice that.”

True to his word, Kaeya’s pace starts to grow more reckless and you can feel the throbbing of his dick inside of you, practically ready to burst. He’s almost entirely holding you up by your waist, your legs slack as he pounds in and out without abandon.

It’s not long before you feel that familiar warm sensation and Kaeya lets out a particularly loud groan, emphasizing it with one final thrust as he empties out inside of you. As the both of you are still, the band finishes playing and Kaeya pulls out with a low groan. You can feel the cum start to ooze out and you squeeze your legs together to prevent any from dripping onto the floor again.

Your legs buckle, and you grab onto the table for support, bringing your discarded drink down to the floor as it rolls off the table. It crashes to the ground just as Kaeya zips his pants back up.

“Oh, dear,” Kaeya says, head turning at the noise. “Here, allow me.” He helps you stand, legs far too weak and shaky to fully support yourself. His hand slides down to your bare ass where he tore your clothes. “I will replace that. In the meantime-”

He reaches to his shoulder and undoes the clasp to his fur-collar cape and attaches it around your waist to hide your exposed ass. “Easy fix,” Kaeya teases. He presses a soft kiss to your jawline and you melt in his soft physical praise. He continues to leave light kisses over your face, from your cheeks to the tip of your nose. It makes you giggle, and Kaeya’s eye is so full of love it paints him in a different light.

With a subtle arm around you to support you, Kaeya guides you down the stairs to the first floor of the tavern. To your surprise, Diluc is still there. He regards you and Kaeya with an unreadable, deadpan expression that makes you feel cold.

Kaeya puts on a smile, eye creasing as he grinned and raised a hand to wave. “Good night, Master Diluc.”

Diluc’s eyes trail briefly to Kaeya’s cape around your waist. “What are you wearing that for?”

Your jaw falls open, unable to say anything, but Kaeya cuts in to your rescue. “We had a bit of a spill. Unfortunately, you’re short one glass now.”

Diluc scowls at him. “I’ll have it cleaned up, then. Good night.”

Kaeya ushers you out the door and the cool night air hits you. You can feel it on your ass, even with the cape tied around your waist. Kaeya is at your side within seconds, leaning down against you with his arms wrapped around you protectively and sweetly. He’s peppering you with feather-light kisses and it sends your heart aflutter.

He was never the sort to verbally express his emotions, but you quickly realized he would proclaim his love in different gestures; one being very attentive physical aftercare. On the walk from the tavern, you let him plant kisses on your face and the back of your neck, with the occasional hand running gently through your hair and smoothing it over your shoulder.

“Hey, Kae?” You ask.

“Hm?” He hums softly against your nape.

“Want to go for a second round when we get to your quarters?”