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Capitano tries to play fair when he requests things from Ororon–he doesn’t want Ororon to feel as if he is pushing anything onto him or exerting his authority–but sometimes, when he really wants Ororon to do something with him, he is not above more underhanded techniques.
“You should, mm, join me today…” he whispers against Ororon’s neck, lips brushing delicately over his pulse point as he presses Ororon down against the couch. Ororon’s fingers tangle in his hair, curling the silky tresses around the digits as his long legs wrap securely around Capitano’s waist, and he laughs softly against the shell of Capitano’s ear.
“I can think of a couple of ways for us to join today,” Ororon says. Capitano doesn’t look up, but he can hear the smile in Ororon’s voice as Ororon squeezes his rib cage between his strong thighs. “You can start by taking my clothes off, Captain.”
“You don’t need to be so crude about it,” Capitano chuckles, sharp teeth nipping at Ororon’s pulse before his lips close around it, sucking a deep purple bruise to soothe away the sting. Capitano doesn’t find his title particularly sexy, even when Ororon purrs it salaciously into his ear with their cocks mere inches apart. “I mean, you should join me for tea. I have a standing invitation with Sandrone, Columbina, and Arlecchino, and I haven’t seen them in a long time.”
Ororon clicks his tongue. He tugs on Capitano’s hair, pulling his head away from his throat to look him in his eyes, his dual-toned irises boring into Capitano’s blue eyes. “You want me to join you for tea with the reigning ladies of the Fatui Harbingers? You find that more interesting than fucking me right here on this lovely couch? Or even our lovelier bed? Thrain, don’t joke! You’re not good at it!”
“That’s unfair. Many would say you are also bad at joking,” Capitano counters, laughing as Ororon digs his knee into his side with no venom. “I would like for you to get along with those I hold close, Ororon. My friends are your friends and your friends are my friends.”
“The difference between the friends you inherited and the friends I inherited is that your friends are some of the deadliest and scariest people on Teyvat. My friends are just a bunch of silly little radishes!”
“My friends are dangerous little radishes. Tartaglia will be there.”
Ororon pauses, blinking at Capitano slowly. Capitano can’t immediately get a read on him, but he waits for Ororon to act before speaking.
“Tartaglia is not a radish; he’s a carrot.” Of course. How could Capitano forget? “Well… If he’s going to be there, I suppose I can come. But only if you promise that you’re going to fuck me on the couch when we’re done with tea time.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Capitano teases. He leans in and pecks Ororon’s lips, momentarily getting lost in the addicting way Ororon’s lips feel against his with every soft kiss. He pulls away just enough to speak, much to Ororon’s annoyance. “But, you have a deal. Shall we?”
Ororon sighs. “I suppose we shall.”