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Few among the people of Mondstat are aware of a particularly abandoned building in a rather secluded part of town, where if you know where to find it, there is a hole. It’s a rather inconspicuous hole, a normal person wouldn’t think much of it and probably assume it to be an inevitability in a rundown structure, but it’s more than that.
If you were to come around at the right time of the evening, that hole serves a far greater purpose than simply just existing.
Venti is rather fond of this hole, considering how often he finds himself on the other side of it.
And it is where he finds himself tonight, taking a long swig of wine straight from the bottom as he uses his other hand to lazily stroke the cock that was shoved through it.
Venti giggles, mind hazy with wine and he sets the bottle down, adjusting his body so he can kneel face level to the hole. He wraps his lips around the tip of the man’s cock, suckling on it softly and lazily before taking in more. He uses his tongue to slide along the underside, running it across a vein, bobbing his head up and down. The man groans in pleasure, and the sound runs straight to his cunt. Arousal thrums through his blood, much like the alcohol, pulsating throughout his body.
The bard had never been the shy type, never one to turn away someone's advances if they asked or for some extra mora. But there is something about the anonymity that really gets his blood pumping. No one knows who he is, and he…is supposed to not know who anyone on the other side is…and usually he doesn’t. But there are occasionally cases where he would press his ass to the wall and guide someone’s erection inside him and they’d fill him just right to the point it's familiar.
It amuses him greatly in those scenarios.
Venti moans softly around the man’s cock, pressing his own thighs together in need. He’s done this a few times sober, but nothing really beats a great drink and an even greater fuck. He relaxes his throat, feeling the tip hit the back of it as he brings his face nearer and nearer to the wall, nose nearly pressed to it. He brings a hand to his chest, cupping his small breasts and giving them a squeeze, pinching his nipples softly, reveling in the feeling.
With his opposite hand, he shoved it under his pants, slipping beneath his stockings until he could dip his fingers into his own slick. Venti wastes no time shoving two fingers into himself in one go, knowing himself well enough that he can just start there without issue. He releases the unknown man’s cock from his mouth with a pop, panting softly as he tries to catch his breath. His jaw has begun to ache, that part of giving head was never fun, but none the matter. There are better things to be attending to right now.
He drops his shorts, kicking them off with a giggle, along with his stockings and underwear and he presses his ass up against the wall, feeling the man slide against his cunt deliciously. He squeezes his thighs together, allowing him to start fucking his thighs for a brief moment before he grew impatient. Venti then wasted no time lining the man’s cock up to his hole and allowing it to push in, moaning a soft sigh as he did so. Being filled like this is truly one of the best feelings in the world, he thinks.
The man wastes no time, fucking into him as hard and fast as he can without being able to fully grip him. It’s a shame, it’s the only thing that would make this better. Some firm hands gripping his hips so tightly, pounding into him with no abandon. Just the thought nearly makes him squirm.
He brings his fingers down to his clit, rubbing in circles to the rhythm. His body strains, as it's hard to keep the position, and he can feel his legs becoming weaker. Venti pulls over the chair he had kept in there for when no one is around, leaning his weight onto it.
He knows he is going to get close soon, both of them, call it intuition to judge the other man’s completion, but he’s done it enough to know the tells, even with a wall between them.
Venti is ultimately surprised by how quiet the other man is, it’s almost strange, as strangers usually love talking to him while he’s getting fucked. He hears so many things through these walls, so many names and fantasies. It’s one way to really keep in touch with one's citizens, isn’t it?
But even if the man doesn’t use his words, he can feel the stutter of his hips, hear him suck in his breath, his nails digging into the wall. Venti whimpers softly and not too long he feels a warmth spill into his body. His own orgasm doesn’t take too long after that.
The man doesn’t waste any more time before pulling out, the telltale sound of a zipper confirming he would be parting soon.
“Do come back again~” Venti says with a giggle.
It isn’t too long before someone else walks in and the cycle continues.