longing for love

Three hours was all the night gave him.

Aether woke to a mouth he knew before he opened his eyes.

Rosaria kissed him like she had been waiting at the door since the last block ended — deep, unhurried, hungry in a way that had nothing to do with ranking. She ate at his mouth with the same focus she used on everything that belonged to her, one hand in his hair, the other braced beside his head, ignoring the three women standing a polite distance off. Barbara shifted from foot to foot. Lisa watched with lazy amusement. Ganyu, bare except for the usual Bell, looked like she would rather sink into the floor than interrupt the head of the pride.

Rosaria did not glance at them.

She just kept kissing him until the last of the sleep burned off and Aether’s arms came up around her on instinct. The recognition hit first. The relief hit harder. He had not noticed how tight he had been carrying himself through the rotating teams, the new faces, Alice’s leftover distortion, the constant performance of being the man everyone had crossed an ocean to use. With her mouth on his it all went slack at once.

His fiancée. The one person in the circus he did not have to hold together for.

“Missed you,” he muttered against her lips, and meant it enough that her ears went a little red even while she refused to stop kissing him.

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“Then don’t vanish into a bungalow for days,”
she said, and kissed him again anyway, longer, slower, like she was putting the missing hours back into his mouth one breath at a time.
“You say that like i had a say in the matter”
he laughed lightly.

Rosaria finished when she was ready, forehead resting against his for a second longer than the show required, and only then tipped her head toward the waiting three without taking her hands off him.

They stayed like that for nearly half an hour.

No hands drifting lower. No grinding. Just Rosaria’s weight along his side, her forehead against his jaw, slow strokes up and down his back that had nothing to do with starting anything. Aether breathed her in and let the last of the bungalow-circuit tension bleed out through her fingers. Lisa had already claimed a chair, a book open in her lap, turning pages as if being made to wait were a mild weather event. Barbara and Ganyu put themselves to work instead of standing there useless — sheets stripped, cups stacked, the worst of last night’s evidence wiped off the furniture while the fiancée hogged the man they had come for.

Rosaria’s hand changed first.

The gentle stroke down his stomach stopped being gentle. Her palm flattened, slid, closed around him through nothing at all, and she looked at him like the subject had officially switched.

“Caring’s done,”
she said.
“I wanted to show you something I never got to in Mondstadt. High-level donors at the church used to pay for a paired rite. Two nuns. One offering.”
She tipped her chin toward Barbara without letting go of him.
“Come here.”

Barbara went red and came anyway, devotion winning out over the awkward leftover of having just been folding towels. Rosaria pulled her down onto the bed so they straddled his spread thighs from either side, two habits-and-nothing silhouettes boxing his cock between them.

They started together, like they had actually practiced it.

Rosaria took one side of the shaft, Barbara the other, mouths meeting in the middle over the head in a wet, coordinated slide. When one went down, the other nursed what was left — balls, the base, the stretch of skin their lips could share. Spit gathered fast. They ed him back and forth without bumping, without hesitation, the old church teamwork sitting underneath the filth like muscle memory. Barbara’s eyes flicked up, earnest and already glassy. Rosaria watched Aether’s face the whole time, making sure he understood this was for him, not for the empty pews they used to perform it in front of.

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“Feel divine yet?” she muttered against the side of his cock, then sealed her mouth over the head while Barbara licked a slow stripe up to her.