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Wanderer never received the love he needed.
All his loved ones betrayed him, then forgot him. That's what he thought until he found out the truth and just started living life with a new leaf.
The new life was easier and calmer, the puppet could sit somewhere far away in the woods at Sumeru and enjoy his freedom.
Well, that was until some traveler named Furumu appeared. This name just stuck in the Wanderer's head, because he knew that this was the fourth of the people who "betrayed" him, who was cursed with immortality. He remembered how this Furumu had courted him when he was still that innocent and blind puppet. He remembered holding a dying man in his arms and crying, calling him an insensitive traitor. He remembered how he met this man when he was part of Fatui, and how angry he was then when he saw that this man was trying to apologize for his past death and for leaving him alone after that.
Wanderer felt... out of place. He didn't like meeting people from the past who reached out to him or just stuck to him, no matter how much he tried to erase himself from the past. The puppet didn't understand why this man was following him and keeping him company. No matter how much the Wanderer showed his displeasure, Furumu just smiled stupidly and laughed at the top of his voice. This is definitely not the reaction he wanted to see. And he didn't understand why his body reacted so strangely to a simple smile and laugh. The wanderer wanted to hear this sound more, and maybe even more sounds that he had not heard for a long time. The last time he felt this way around this man was when he was wearing a Kabukimono. And he hated that he didn't understand himself at such moments.
The puppet didn't understand why Buer was only giggling and smiling affectionately at his problems. Nahida said that this is a simple manifestation of people falling in love. But a Wanderer is not a human being. He didn't have a heart that was beating fast from being close to Furumu. Or how people have these symptoms of falling in love. Damn, it definitely went down the ass when Furumu wrote him a love letter and gave him a valentine's Day gift. Wanderer was tossing in his thoughts. He wanted to isolate himself from this man and leave him in the past, where he belongs. But on the other hand, a small part of his mind wanted to feel what love was for himself. The thought was captivating, so much so that he couldn't help but succumb to the urge.
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Wanderer felt himself getting more impatient as he continued to roughly kiss and crush Furumu's lips. He was clutching the waist of a man, no, not an ordinary man now, but his, because now he definitely wouldn't let him go if he wanted to run away from him again.
His ears picked up every moan and sigh coming from the man's mouth, which turned the puppet on more. He was pinning Furumu to the bed with his body. His thighs involuntarily rubbed against the man's thighs, which caused him to let out a muffled groan himself, feeling that his useless thing in shorts, which he considered unnecessary, was becoming hard. Wanderer pulled away from Furumu's lips while breathing heavily and looking at him with hungry eyes.
"You're so noisy..." the puppet muttered against Furumu's lips. He was right, a man got loud from a couple of kisses on the lips. He was curious to know how loud he would be if their affairs went to a deep level.
"Wanderer..." Only a muffled whimper could be heard from Furumu. His body pressed closer to Wanderer's body from pleasant pleasures, which caused him to grin with satisfaction.
"Puppy." Wanderer let out a chuckle as he watched Furumu's face change from such a nickname and wanted to object, but instead let out a long moan. The puppet stroked the man's back hole through thin but wide trousers. "Keep quiet, otherwise I'll change my mind about it."
Furumu just bit his lip and rolled his eyes in annoyance, but he didn't pull away from the touch. He was pressing his ass against the puppet's fingers. This touch caused a pleasant and lingering feeling in his stomach, which radiated into his throbbing penis. It was like a game that was about how far Furumu and Wanderer could hold out from simple teasing. But it was clearly clear that the Wanderer was losing patience.
The puppet quickly began to take off the man's clothes, not even thinking about where it would land in the room. His eyes ran over the curves of the man and the scars that held his story. Wanderer would never say it out loud, but he likes these scars. So much so that he started kissing and biting them, leaving teeth marks on the skin, and the man just sighed and flinched from the bites. Furumu whined, showing his impatience, which caused Wanderer to chuckle. His eyes landed on a specific mark on Furumu's chest, which remained after the curse, indicating that he was now immortal. Honestly, it gave him such a pleasant thrill to realize that this sweet man could be with him forever.
"Mine, only mine..." Wanderer growled softly as he continued to leave bites on Furumu's skin, moving down until he was next to his cock. The puppet breathed on the man's cock, teasing him. Furumu sighed heavily and bit his lip. His hand stroked Wanderer's head and his fingers passed through his hair, as if pushing him into action. But the puppet did not follow the wishes of the man and only ran his tongue over the head of the penis, to which Furumu shuddered and moaned. Wanderer smiled as he watched the man squirm in his arms with pleasure.
He pulled away from Furumu's intimate place, to which he heard a dissatisfied sigh. Wanderer laughed and clicked his tongue at his reaction. The puppet began to take off his clothes, which were becoming too tight for him, so that his body was glad to get rid of the extra layer of fabric. He released his cock from his shorts, which stood firm and was ready for his mission. Wanderer noticed how Furumu bit his lip at the sight of his penis and spread his legs, as if inviting him and revealing his unprepared hole. This kind of submission aroused pride in the depths of Wanderer.
"Cute." Came out of Wanderer's mouth while he was enjoying this picture. He saw Furumu blush harder at his words, which elicited a satisfied smirk and a chuckle. He couldn't control himself anymore. The puppet pressed his cock against the asshole, after pressing for a short time, he went inside Furumu's ass to the end.
Wanderer rolled his eyes and squeezed Furumu's thighs. God, the way the ring of muscles was tightening around his cock was driving him crazy. He especially liked how the man groaned loudly from such a sharp penetration and hugged the puppet by the neck, trying to hold on to him somehow. The puppet was curious to see what would happen if he started moving fast. So he gave himself the opportunity to do it. His pace shifted from slow and deep thrusts to a fast and rough rhythm. Wanderer closed his eyes and threw his head back in pleasure. Damn, it was better than he imagined. His thrusts caused Furumu to moan and scream loudly. The puppet's ears could hear the man shouting his name from every time his penis hit his prostate, and it was intoxicating.
"Don't hold back... scream... scream my name..." Wanderer ordered through heavy sighs as he continued to move quickly, trying to get even more pleasure from this... sex? Or what did these people call this process? Right now, Wanderer didn't care, he was only interested in Furumu's feelings, moans, and Furumu himself.
Furumu writhed, arched in his back, and screamed loudly with pleasure. His eyes watered with pleasure and he sometimes whined. It was obvious how much he enjoyed receiving such harsh treatment. And Wanderer liked to see and hear how a sociable and playful man turned into a mess of moans and screams. It made his cock inside Furumu throb harder, and the knot in his stomach tightened. The puppet began to catch up with what made him feel so wonderful.
"...W-Wanderer... Mgh!.. C-come inside me... Ah!" A sharp request from Furumu made Wanderer open his eyes. He looked at the man with his dark and clouded gaze, and then just laughed out loud. This innocent whimper made him break into an even faster pace that the bed began to creak under their fast pace.
"...As you wish, my... puppy." Wanderer muttered with a huge grin that looked like a predatory smile. He buried his face in Furumu's neck and started biting his skin as he moved inside him very fast. The man was moaning right in his ear and arching in his back, which caused the throbbing member of the puppet to hit the prostate harder.
Wanderer continued his rough and fast thrusts until he felt a strong euphoria and came inside Furumu's ass. He was breathing heavily and grinning into the skin of the man's neck, while his hips were still moving, but slowly and gently, while he was recovering from orgasm. The puppet felt the warm liquid on his stomach and knew that Furumu could cum on him, which caused him some kind of dark pleasure.
"Good boy." Wanderer murmured languidly in Furumu's ear as he stroked his thighs and was still inside him, enjoying how the muscle walls pulsed pleasantly around his softening penis.
"You are a monster..." Furumu muttered hoarsely, apparently his voice was a little hoarse from the loud screams. Wanderer just grinned at his words and the sound of his voice—it sounded pleasant and exciting.
"No one said I wasn't," the puppet replied with a soft chuckle. He pulled away from the man's neck and looked at his disheveled appearance. It was the work of Wanderer. He is the one who can bring Furumu to such a state. And it aroused pride and dark pleasure.
Wanderer decided to come out of Furumu's hole, but his gaze stopped at how cum was flowing out of his ass and how his hole was well stretched and shrinking from a feeling of emptiness. The puppet felt his cock come back to life and begin to harden. He narrowed his eyes and grinned, his appearance showing a predator who pinned his prey into the corner.
"I guess I'm going to need a second round." Wanderer muttered with a wicked grin as his hand found Furumu's soft member and began to stroke it. Furumu sighed heavily and looked at him with huge eyes. It seemed like their night was going to be long...