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Venti couldn't remember why he had agreed to spar with Lohen the first time. Perhaps he'd been too drunk to properly process the young man's request or perhaps he'd been bored and in need of entertainment.
Either way, after that first spar, Lohen just refused to leave him alone, claiming that Venti held back and, therefore, the whole thing had been meaningless. He wasn't wrong. Venti did hold back, not wanting to reveal his identity as an archon. Unfortunately, every spar where Venti refused to unleash his full powers only made the vice captain's frustration grow. So, he resorted to spontaneously attacking the poor bard whenever they crossed paths. Most of their impromptu fights ended with the two of them hiding away in secluded areas and making out or engaging in other less than appropriate activities.
Still, despite Lohen's determination to keep fighting—and fucking—him, Venti never expected to get ambushed by the man upon entering his own home. Well, maybe 'his own home' wasn't exactly the right word for it, as it was actually Deacon Dahlia's house, and he just let Venti stay there free of rent after a long night's drinking session—which, in Venti's case, happened to be every night. Though the bard did not concern himself with such trivial details. Point is, he'd just arrived home, drunk and tired, only to be met with a dagger being thrown at him, barely missing his neck by mere centimeters.
"Why, hello there, Venti! What a surprise to find you here," Lohen said, as if it wasn't common knowledge that Venti practically lived with Dahlia. "You see, I was bored. But since you're here, how about an amicable spar, hmm?"
Before Venti could answer, Dahlia—who had been walking just a few steps behind—also entered the room, only to be met with the sight of Lohen, in the middle of his living room, holding a dagger identical to the one now stuck on the wall right next to the door.
"What the hell, Lohen?!" Dahlia shouted. It was unusual to see him lose his composure like this. The deacon was one of the calmest people Venti knew, always going with the flow and joking around. Still, Lohen was pretty much able to annoy anyone if he tried hard enough, so him being the reason for Dahlia's outburst kind of made sense.
"What's wrong?" Lohen asked, clearly not understanding that throwing daggers inside someone else's home and destroying their property was not normal. "You said that if I wanted Venti to fight me properly, I should take him by surprise. What's more surprising that being attacked as soon as you get home? I'm just following your advice."
"Well, yeah, but I didn't think this whole thing would end up with you destroying my home!"
"Should have thought about that when you decided to get involved. Really, this is entirely your own fault."
Before Dahlia could retort, Venti cut him off.
"Wait, what was that about you suggesting that Lohen attack me?" He eyed Dahlia suspiciously.
"Oh! Uhm— Well—"
"Dahlia noticed that I was upset after the first time we sparred, and I told him about how you just refused to fight me properly," Lohen explained. "And since our deacon is such a kind man, he suggested that I try attacking you while your guard is down, so you'll be taken by surprise and finally stop holding back."
Ah, so it seems that every surprise attack that Venti had been subjected to for the past few days was the idea of none other than his dear deacon. He knew that Dahlia loved drama and chaos, but to think that his friend would conspire against him in such a way?
"You wound me, Dahlia." Venti said in the most dramatic tone he could muster. "I can't believe you would betray me like this!" The deacon merely chuckled at his performance.
"Guilty as charged." Dahlia finally confessed. "But can you really blame me? I mean, I've never seen you use your full powers. Curiosity is only natural."
"Yeah! We want to see you fight for real!" And with that, Lohen threw his second dagger at Venti. The god didn't even flinch, catching the blade between his middle and index finger effortlessly.
"Well, I suppose it is quite rude of me to keep denying you, so I shall fulfill your curiosity. I do hope you can handle it."
He twirled the knife in his hold, gripping the handle and then pointing it at Lohen. The man only gave him a deranged smile in return. It made Venti chuckle. Something was definitely wrong with Lohen, but it was almost... adorable, in a way.
"Not that I don't want to see you fight, but can we not do this inside my house?" Dahlia suggested, only to be completely ignored by both of them. He deserved it after scheming against Venti. He'd make sure to punish the deacon for it once he was done with Lohen.
Speaking of which, the vice captain didn't spare a moment. He lunged at him with a dagger in hand, aiming for Venti's vital points. As Venti had learned during their first spar, Lohen didn't fight for the sake of fighting. He fought to kill, giving no regard to the safety of the person before him. Venti swiftly avoided the strikes, using his anemo powers to move out of the way of every slash.
"C'mon, Venti! Fight back. I'm dying to see you on the offensive for once!" Lohen said as the bard dodged yet another one of his attacks.
Meanwhile, Dahlia was watching them anxiously, praying to Barbatos that none of his furniture would end up broken in the aftermath of their fight. Such a foolish thing to do while Barbatos was still mad at him. Venti considered purposefully damaging his things as punishment, but he would much rather teach the deacon a lesson in a different way. Still, that would have to wait until after the fight.
Trying to put some distance between them, Venti summoned a gust of anemo energy and aimed it at Lohen, in an attempt to push him away. He swiftly dodged, moving left and managing to avoid the strike. Not exactly the outcome Venti hoped for, but it did its job of keeping Lohen away. Before the adrenaline-crazed knight could plunge at him again, Venti sent more anemo attacks his way, still keeping most of his power hidden but making it look like he was actually trying. Lohen somehow avoided them all, and in mere seconds he was next to Venti again, aiming for his throat.
Dodging, blocking, and deflecting hits was slowly eating away at Venti's stamina. After all, he'd never been that interested in fighting. He only agreed to spar with Lohen knowing the less than appropriate activities that would follow. He'd have to put an end to this fight quickly so they could finally get to the interesting part.
After managing to avoid yet another strike from Lohen's dagger, Venti swung his hand back, making it look like he was about to summon another anemo attack and send it Lohen's way. He moved away to avoid the anticipated hit, but it never came. Instead, Venti used his power to make an anemo domain appear right under Lohen, which launched him into the air. He hit the roof, mere inches away from hitting the ceiling lights, then hit the floor with only the carpet to lessen the impact.
Lohen let out a pained groan and tried to push himself up again, but Venti quickly made his way to him and pinned him down with a foot on his chest. During their previous encounters, Venti had learnt that Lohen didn't only enjoy inflicting pain on others but also being on the receiving end, so Venti made sure to dig the heel of his shoe into Lohen's sternum, hard enough to bruise, but not to cause any harm that would require medical assistance.
The knight grunted when he was pushed to the floor again. He reached for his dagger, attempting to stab Venti and break free, but the bard was faster. He used his anemo powers to create strong wind currents around Lohen's wrists that kept him stuck to the floor the same way a pair of shackles would. Being the stubborn human that he was, Lohen tried to struggle, but he was obviously no match for an Archon.
"How the fuck are you so strong?!" Lohen complained, finally ceasing his squirming.
"Hmm, I suppose Lord Barbatos is just that fond of me," Venti shrugged, keeping his tone light. He lowered himself to straddle Lohen's waist, ripping the dagger away from his grasp and then pointing him at his throat. He swore he could see a faint blush painting Lohen's cheeks.
"Over already? Come on, things were just getting interesting!" Dahlia complained.
"Weren't you worried about us damaging your furniture just a moment ago?" Venti reminded him with a chuckle.
"Now that I've seen you two in action, my furniture is but a small price to be paid for the sake of entertainment. Also, I was planning on redecorating anyway."
"I see... Well, if it's a show you want, I can definitely give you that." Venti looked down at Lohen, moving the dagger to the collar of his shirt. "Hey, Lohen? Just how attached are you to your uniform?"
"I've got plenty of spares, so feel free to rip it off." Lohen said with a wink. Venti considered his suggestion, but ripping clothes was much too unrefined for his style. Instead, he used the dagger to swipe at his shirt, making a long cut from the collar to the edge of his corset. He made sure to apply just enough pressure to graze the soft skin tissue, causing Lohen to shudder under him. The knight was enjoying it, judging by the growing bulge in his pants.
Venti pulled Lohen's shirt open, exposing the cut he'd just made. Blood trailed from Lohen's navel to his mid torso—not unlike dark red paint covering a blank canvas. He glanced at Dahlia to see his reaction at the sight of blood. The deacon used to avoid being in proximity to blood at all times, afraid that he would lose control of his vampire instincts and accidentally hurt someone. However, after his close friends had found out that he was a vampire and didn't have a problem with that fact, he'd been way less anxious about hiding his nature. He made no effort to stop staring wide eyed at the drops of blood that fell from the dagger, dripping down onto Lohen's skin. Before he could even ask for a taste, Venti leaned down and licked a long stripe from Lohen's abdomen to his neck, cleaning up all of the blood. Lohen whimpered at the sensation—whether from pleasure or pain, Venti wasn't sure. Still, he continued to place open-mouthed kisses on the knight's torso, getting more of those adorable desperate reactions in return.
"That's enough of the foreplay. Just let me fuck you already." Lohen ordered. How silly of him to think he was the one in control.
"I will, but first I need to teach you some manners. I can't be encouraging bad behavior such as spontaneously attacking people."
"I wouldn't have done that if you'd given it your all during our first fight. Really, this is your own fault." Lohen said indifferently. Since he refused to admit his mistakes, Venti would just have to teach him that actions had consequences.
"Talking back to me? I wouldn't do that if I were you." As he spoke, Venti lifted himself off of Lohen and admired the confused expression on his face.
"Hey—what do you think you're doing?!"
"Punishing you for being such a menace these past few days. You'll have to sit there and watch until I decide you've learnt your lesson."
"But that's not fair!" Lohen complained and tried to break free from the shackles holding him down yet again. He let out a series of protests and curses, only to be ignored by Venti, whose focus was now elsewhere.
"Dahlia, come here." The god commanded, smiling at the way he immediately obeyed. Lohen could learn a thing or two from him.
"Since you've also been plotting against me, you're also due for some punishment. Be good for me and get on your knees."
"Plotting against you? That's such an exaggeration! " Dahlia said incredulously. "I just helped Lohen with some advice, that's all!" Unlike Lohen, who was a brat all of the time, Dahlia had two extremes. He was either ready to bend over backwards to please Venti and fulfill his every whim, or he was purposefully annoying, knowing damn well that he would get punished for it. Venti was never really certain which version he was going to get, which made things all the more fun.
It seemed Dahlia chose to be a brat today. That was fine. In fact, Venti had the perfect way to discipline both him and Lohen.
"You know, you're only making things worse for yourself by not listening." Venti warned, giving Dahlia one last chance to behave. Which he notably didn't take, instead crossing his arms as if he'd been wronged.
"Why should I accept punishment for something I'm not responsible for?"
Venti stepped closer, slowly and calmly. Dahlia visibly recoiled, knowing exactly what he was in for.
"Teach him a lesson, Venti!" Lohen cheered them on, as if he wasn't in the exact same situation.
"Who's side are you on?!" Dahlia asked in faux hurt, but before he could complain further, Venti was already on him, pushing him to the floor and pinning him down by his neck, the exact way he knew he liked. Dahlia froze, knowing there was no way to escape the situation. Venti loved seeing that look of anticipation mixed with fear on his face. It was a perfect contrast with Lohen's expression, who seemed excited to see whatever the bard was planning. Then again, Lohen was never one to back down from a challenge, so it was no surprise, really.
"You both remember the safe word, right?" Venti asked, ensuring that he doesn't accidentally go too far. Well, there probably wasn't such a thing as 'too far' for Lohen, and Dahlia had never used the safe word before either, but it was still better to check in with them.
"Yeah."
"We won't need it anyway."
"Well then, I suppose we can get started." Venti said as he began to remove Dahlia's clothes. He was met with absolutely no resistance. He took a moment to admire the deacon's bare body, tracing his hands down the sides of his waist. Dahlia clearly wasn't used to being in the center of attention. He awkwardly avoided eye contact, fully aware that both Venti and Lohen were looking at him.
"T-that's enough of that!" Dahlia complained, using his elbows to push himself up slightly. "I want to touch you too." He placed his hands on the edge of Venti's corset and glanced up at him, almost as if he were waiting for permission. Even when he tried to take the lead, he still ended up waiting for Venti's command. How adorably pathetic.
"You may go on."
That was all that Dahlia needed to hear. He began to unbutton Venti's corset, keeping his movements as gentle as he could.
"Dahlia's taking too long. I want to help." Lohen made his presence known, making a show of struggling in his restraints.
"Oh, I'm sorry for trying to be careful not to damage his clothes." Dahlia said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Not all of us like to rip off our partners' clothes like some sort of uncivilized animals."
Venti chuckled. He wasn't entirely wrong. Lohen did tend to get rough with his partners, often getting too impatient with removing clothing and just settling on ripping them off. Venti couldn't say he disliked it, though.
"Oh really? You didn't seem to mind when I did that last time. In fact, you were begging me to just take everything off and—"
"Oh, shut up!" Then, Dahlia turned to Venti. "Didn't you say you were going to punish him? Teach him a lesson already!"
"Hey! Venti said he was going to punish you too, you know?" Lohen reminded.
"That's right. It's my duty to correct your less-than-ideal behavior. And like I've said before, Lohen could learn a thing or two about patience. He'll stay there and watch us until I say otherwise." Venti responded as he took the task of removing his clothing upon himself.
"So he gets a free show? That's hardly a punishment," the deacon said with a roll of his eyes.
"That's a horrible punishment!" Lohen complained, and then he turned to Dahlia and added. "Not all of us are perverted voyeurs."
"Maybe you're not a voyeur, but you're certainly a pervert, which doesn't exactly—"
Tired of their banter, Venti placed his knee between Dahlia's thighs, grinding down on the one spot that never failed to make Dahlia squirm. His words were cut off by a sharp gasp.
"You talk too much." Venti said, leaning down to place a kiss on his lips. The kiss soon turned frantic and desperate, tongues clashing together as the sounds of their moans filled the room. Venti took a sparing glance at Lohen, who was looking at them wide-eyed. He looked so pitiful, so desperate—longing to touch and to hold, but still confined by the shackles that pinned him to the ground. The bulge in his pants was becoming more apparent as he watched the two subjects of his attraction kiss and touch each other without him.
For someone like Lohen, who craved that rush of adrenaline and of being in action, being stuck as a mere spectator must have been torture. And that was exactly what Venti wanted. Call it revenge for all the nights the poor bard had to spend sparring with Lohen instead of enjoying a drink at Angel's Share.
Venti adjusted his position so that he could grind down on Dahlia's thigh, letting out a whimper at the newly found friction. He could feel the wetness grow between his thighs as he rolled his hips back and forth at a leisurely pace. He made sure to keep moving his knee against Dahli's core, basking in those desperate noises he let out.
The deacon wasn't used to being on the receiving end, usually preferring to focus on worshipping his partners and giving them the pleasure they deserved. Naturally, it didn't take too long for him to climax, letting that blissful wave of pleasure claim him. Venti swore he could hear Lohen whining, jealous of the attention Dahlia was receiving. He didn't know that the deacon's pleasure would soon turn into a punishment. After all, even the sweetest of wine can cause terrible pain if consumed in excess.
Instead of stopping his movements and giving Dahlia a chance to catch his breath, Venti continued to rub his knee against his sensitive clit, all while grinding down on his thigh, chasing his own pleasure. It didn't take long for Dahlia to start squirming under him, the sensation clearly becoming too much for him. He should have thought about that before provoking Venti. The satisfaction of putting him in his place was the last push Venti needed to finally fall over the edge. He came with a moan, painting Dahlia's skin with slick. Only then did he stop, offering the deacon a brief moment to regain his senses before continuing his punishment.
"Is it my turn yet?" Lohen asked, impatiently, stomping on the floor, not unlike a spoiled child having a tantrum. Perhaps Venti had been too indulgent with him until this point. Well, that was alright. Not too late to remedy his bad behavior.
"Your turn to what? Be more specific."
"Come here and let me fuck you already." Lohen said, trying to sound assertive. Maybe this kind of tone worked with his subordinates, but it would not on Venti.
"After how you acted? I don't think that's going to happen."
"Then— Then at least come here and touch me. I'm sick of this!"
"Hmm, I could do that. " Venti seemed to consider it, watching Lohen's eyes light up with hope that would soon be shattered. "If you ask nicely." Just like that, the knight's expression turned to confusion.
"He wants you to beg for it," Dahlia explained. He looked like he had regained his composure for the most part. Little did he know that Venti was far from done with him.
"I will not!" Lohen responded, incredulously. He was way too prideful for his own good.
"Well, alright then. I suppose Dahlia and I will continue to have fun without you."
"Wait, no—" Lohen continued to protest, only for his words to be completely ignored. Venti turned his attention back to Dahlia, placing his palm on his knee and slowly trailing it up.
Just before he could reach his folds, Dahlia closed his thighs around his hand in an attempt to stop him.
"W-wait! Isn't it a little too soon? I mean, I just came so—"
"Oh, my dear Dahlia, have you forgotten that this is supposed to be a punishment for you too? " Venti reminded, gripping his thighs hard enough to bruise and spreading his legs. For someone who didn't want to get fucked again, Dahlia didn't exactly resist. "Now I'm going to fuck you until you pass out and keep going afterward." He made sure to use the sweetest tone he could muster as he said this. "And you'll take your punishment like a good boy, won't you, Dahlia?"
The deacon averted his eyes from him before nodding quietly. That won't do. Venti took his chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting his head to look at him.
"Words, dear."
"Y-yes, I'll take it." The response was rewarded with a gentle peck on the lips from Venti.
"See, Lohen? This is how you should behave too."
"Ha! As if!" Lohen gave Venti a defiant look, but it didn't last long. His eyes soon made their way to Venti's hands, which were now between Dahlia's legs, trailing the slit and then moving down to circle the opening. He was looking at Venti and Dahlia with wide, longing eyes. Such a pitiful sight. Venti almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Ever so gently, Venti slid one finger inside, pumping it in and out slowly in order to give Dahlia time to adjust. He deserved this one small mercy. Dahlia let out a pleased sigh, which turned into a moan when Venti used his thumb to press down on his clit. He gave the bard a pleading look, only for Venti to smirk in return.
"What's wrong? Is this too much for you?"
Dahlia opened his mouth to reply, but the words immediately died in his throat when Venti slid another finger inside, stretching him out further. On top of that, he sped up his movements, repeatedly hitting Dahlia's sweet spot, until he was no longer able to stiffle his moans.
"Surely you can take it, isn't that right?" Dahlia whined in a pathetic attempt at answering.
"Of course he can. That whore was made to get fucked." Lohen replied instead. His thighs were squeezed together, probably trying to relieve his aching cock. The longing in his eyes betrayed his defiance. He yearned to touch, to feel, to claim. It wouldn't be long until he abandoned his pride and gave in.
"You're right. He's such a mess already. Just imagine how pretty he would look, getting ruined by you. Wouldn't you like that, too, Dahlia?"
The deacon was way too far gone to respond. He could only whimper and moan incoherently as Venti's fingers thrust deep inside him. Such a beautifully lewd sight. The well-respected, ever-so-smug Dahlia, reduced to nothing but a whore. Lohen was absolutely entranced by the view—probably picturing Dahlia coming apart on his cock instead of Venti's fingers. Venti had to admit, seeing Lohen use Dahlia as a fuckdoll would be quite entertaining, but that only depended on how well behaved that little menace decided to be.
Focusing on Dahlia once again, Venti added a third finger, setting a punishing rhythm. Each movement was precise, aimed at Dahlia's weak point. At the same time, he brushed his thumb over his clit, each thrust and light touch making the man under him squirm. With a sharp cry, he came, coating Venti's fingers with his juices. To muffle his own screaming, Dahlia wrapped his arms around Venti's neck, pulling him close enough to sink his fangs in his shoulder. Venti couldn't help but let out his own whine as his skin was pierced, crimson red liquid oozing from the puncture and straight into the vampire's awaiting mouth. After partly regaining his senses, Dahlia swiped his tongue over the wound in an attempt to lessen the ache. Obviously, Venti would not accept the apology so easily.
"A-Are we done...?" Dahlia asked shakily, tucking his face in the crook of Venti's neck.
"No way! "Not yet!" Lohen responded, outraged at the mere idea of stopping before he got to cum.
"Are you finally going to behave?" Venti asked. To be entirely honest, he wanted Lohen to continue being a menace, just so he could drag the punishment on.
Sure, Venti was a kind, patient, and gentle god, always doing the best for his people and giving them the freedom to decide for themselves. But sometimes, even he needed a way to let out his frustrations. And that way just so happened to be putting these little menaces in their place.
Lohen averted his gaze from him. The conflict was obvious on his face—a battle between his wish to keep fighting until the very end and the will to submit and finally receive that sweet pleasure. That was fine; Venti had all the time in the world to let him decide. With a frustrated groan, Lohen finally gave in to his needs. "Alright, fine! I'll do what you say..."
"That's a good boy~" Venti cooed, making the knight look away in embarrassment. To add salt to injury, he kept going. "Now, if you want to be let out of your restraints, all you need to do is ask nicely."
"Let me go... please." He mumbled the last part.
"You can do better than that."
"Please, Venti! I can't keep watching you anymore. My cock hurts so bad; please just let me fuck one of you!"
"Hmm... I suppose that's good enough. " Venti said, finally getting rid of the anemo energy that kept Lohen pinned to the floor. The knight's eyes immediately lit up. Seeing a spark in those previously dull eyes was unfamiliar, yet adorable.
Lohen got up and rushed over to them with the eagerness of a puppy whose owner had just arrived home. Before he could pounce on Venti or Dahlia, the bard gave his next command.
"Wait just a moment! I'm not yet certain you've been disciplined well enough. You still need to prove yourself."
Lohen's brows furrowed, and his facial expression turned to a stupidly endearing pout. Though he knew better than to express his annoyance. He had seemingly learnt that Venti was the one with full control of the situation.
"What else will you have me do?" He asked. That got a smile out of Venti. He glanced down at the deacon, still splayed out on the floor under him.
"Our dear Dahlia has made such a mess. Won't you be a dear and clean him up?" Venti asked, moving out of the way to make room between Dahlia's legs.
"W-Wait, what…?" the deacon asked breathlessly, still dazed from his last orgasm. Before he could protest, Lohen buried his face between his thighs, enthusiastically eating him out.
"Just like that," Venti praised, affectionately petting his head, the way one would do to an obedient pet.
Lohen lapped at Dahlia's folds like a starved man, swiping his tongue over the sensitive area without mercy. He was anything but gentle, keeping Dahlia pinned under him with an iron grip on his hips that would definitely leave bruises later. For all his struggling and whining, Dahlia definitely enjoyed it too. He liked the feeling of complete powerlessness, and he'd even asked Venti to be meaner to him a few times. So like any good lover, Venti heeded the request.
He made his way behind Dahlia, taking hold of his wrists with one hand to keep him pinned down, not that he was struggling anyway.
"You like this, right, Dahlia? Like being cleaned up like the dirty little whore that you are?" Venti asked, tangling his free hand in Lohen's hair to push his face deeper, smothering him. The knight, ever so masochistic, let out a sound of approval.
"Ngh~ T-too much...! I ca—an't!"
"Do you want to stop?"
Dahlia nodded, then shook his head, too fucked out of his mind to even process the question. He couldn't even hold back the tears in his eyes, letting them fall freely down his cheeks as he cried due to overstimulation. With a strangled noise, Dahlia came again, thighs locking around Lohen's head, switching between keeping him in place and pushing him away.
"You may stop now, Lohen." Venti commanded when he decided it was time for a break.
The knight did as told, gasping for air once his face was free from between Dahlia's thighs. He looked down at the deacon—now reduced to nothing but a sobbing mess—and with a mocking smile, he leaned down to lick the tears from his face.
"So sweet~" he cooed.
"That's out, dear Dahlia," Venti agreed, then looked down at the deacon. "And you'll continue to be a good boy and let Lohen fuck you, isn't that right?"
"No! P—please no more!"
"Oh, but look at poor Lohen! He's so worked up. Don't you want to help him?"
"Yeah, Dahlia, don't be selfish." Lohen teased, making quick work of his pants and underwear.
"Can't you just fuck Venti instead?"
Lohen seemed to consider his words. He clearly didn't care much who would be taking his dick as long as he got to cum. Still, he glanced at Venti, waiting for his decision.
"Lohen, feel free to do whatever you want to Dahlia. Ignore any protests, unless he says the safe word."
"Fucking finally!" Lohen cackled, taking hold of Dahlia's thighs and pinning them on either side of his head, folding him in half. The deacon opened his mouth to complain, but his words turned into a surprised gasp when Lohen fully entered him with a single rough thrust, not giving him any time to adjust to the intrusion.
He started thrusting inside at a punishing pace, chasing his own high with no regard for Dahlia's comfort. Just like in battle, Lohen was violent. His movements were rushed and spontaneous, with the sole purpose of claiming victory. He viewed sex as a fight to be won, and he would win against Dahlia.The deacon moaned and squirmed under him, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure. Escape was impossible, with both Lohe and Venti keeping him pressed down against the floor.
"Shit, you're so tight." Lohen grunted, not stopping his assault on Dahlia's insides.
"T—Too much...!"
"You can take it." Venti said, brushing his bangs out of his face to place a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You're such a good boy, taking your punishment so well. Why don't you cum again for me, hm?"
"Ha—ah! C—Can't!"
"You can." To prove a point, Venti trailed his hand to Dahlia's lower abdomen and pressed down.
The pleasure of Lohen thrusting inside him combined with the pressure from Venti's hand pushing down on that same spot was too much. Dahlia came again, eyes rolling back as his whole body shook. Fortunately for him, Lohen soon followed, thrusting one last time as deep as he could before spilling inside. He collapsed on top of Dahlia, who let out a small yelp at the weight on top of him.
They lay there exhausted, both panting for air and trying to regain some semblance of composure. Venti just admired them with a smile on his face. It wasn't the playful, condescending smirk he had previously worn, but a gentle smile, full of affection.
"You two did so well for me today."He praised, petting Lohen's hair with one hand and caressing Dahlia's cheek with the other.
"Does that mean we're forgiven...?" Dahlia asked, his voice slightly raspy from so much crying.
"Of course! I hope you two learned a valuable lesson and will not misbehave from now on."
Two different answers came immediately.
"We won't," Dahlia sighed.
"We definitely will," Lohen chuckled.