#rhaili kherr

“Seriously, Aili. Calm down,” Rhai'a hissed, grabbing a handful of his little brother’s shirt and hauling him back into the seat. “You can’t go acting like that around here.”

“But I want–” Rhai'li began.

“Listen to me. These people have been through a lot recently and they’re understandably on edge now. Don’t go poking your nose where it doesn’t belong when all the guards around you are on high alert.” Rhai'a had known it would be a mistake to take Rhai'li to Ishgard, but it was better that he was there with him the first time rather than Rhai'li suddenly deciding to go on his own one day. But Rhai'li’s natural excitability was enough to make Rhai'a nearly as jittery as the knights that patrolled the city.

“I’m just gonna go over there and look around,” Rhai'li wheedled, climbing back to his feet and dusting himself off. “I’ll stay in sight and I’ll come back before he even gets here. Promise.” He winked and darted off out of Rhai'a’s reach. “Don’t be such an old lady, Aya!”

((A bit of PWP writing involving Rhai’li in his new job. Much naughty. Such citrusy content. CW for a spicy threesome and some bondage))

He waited, breathless and wanting and squirming with need. The open ring of metal in his mouth prevented him from saying more than incoherent begging whimpers, and allowed drool to trickle down his chin unimpeded. He watched his first - and second - real clients talking quietly on the other side of the room. Even though his large, sensitive ears could just pick up their words, he couldn’t understand a single word the two Raen men exchanged. Their grins were telling enough, the laughter in their words sending an exciting little thrill of fear straight to Rhai'li’s half-hard cock.

It had started simple: making out with both of them, some groping and stroking over clothes. From there it had progressed quickly, with one holding Rhai'li in the thrall  of his mouth and hands while the other undressed the utterly distracted Miqo'te. They’d leaned him back and pulled his arms to the sides, capturing each wrist in cuffs that were built into the posts of the bed. The gag, as it was, had come next, buckled securely at the back of Rhai'li’s head where he would have a hard time removing it even if he could use his hands.

Then they’d left him. They’d only spoken their own liquid language the entire time as well, leaving Rhai'li out of whatever they might be planning. He only knew their names - Ren and Sho - from the appointment they’d scheduled. The one Rhai'li thought looked like a ‘Sho’ leaned in to claim the other’s mouth in a deep, lingering kiss that almost looked like it could lead to something else. But it didn’t, Sho gesturing to the little sitting area and then walking back to the bed with a swagger in his step.

Rhai'li’s attention was quickly centered solely on Sho, especially when the Au Ra man divested himself of his shirt. His chiseled physique was accented by near-white scales, and a tantalizing line of them dipped below the waistband of the pants he still wore as he climbed up onto the mattress. Rather than remove them, he simply removed the barrier of the fly lacing and reached in to withdraw the thick length of his semi-erection. When Rhai'li’s tongue moved to instinctively try to lick his lips, Sho laughed and said something incomprehensible.

There was an answering chuckle from the direction of the chairs, prompting Rhai'li to try to laugh along with them. Sho smirked and threw a leg over Rhai'li’s chest. With practiced ease he guided his cock into the open cavern of Rhai'li’s mouth, effectively silencing the Miqo'te. Still, Rhai'li moaned around the girthy intrusion.

Grabbing Rhai'li’s hair, Sho dipped in until his tip tapped the back of Rhai'li’s throat and he pulled back, expecting the Miqo'te to gag around him. When the convulsions didn’t happen, Sho grinned and thrust in harder, deeper, pushing past where Rhai'li’s gag reflex ought to be. He groaned, barely giving Rhai'li time to adjust before taking his pleasure in absolutely fucking the younger man’s throat.

When Rhai'li wasn’t going cross-eyed from the force of it, Sho’s sac slapping against his chin with only the barrier of Sho’s trousers separating skin to skin, he followed the long lines of the Raen’s body to look up into his face. When Sho spoke, the approval in his voice was something Rhai'li could understand even without proper words. The hand in his hair slackened in order to pet his head and one of his ears, Sho continuing to talk in a soft tone that didn’t match the ferocity of his dick.

Rhai'li squeaked and his body arched as something hard and cold touched the pucker of his ass. Sho’s hand tightened on his ear to steady him, and bound as he was there was really nowhere for Rhai'li to go. He tried to kick one leg only to have it caught by a large, strong hand. Whatever was held against his hole pressed itself in, slick with oil but cold and hard like metal. It moved so slowly, especially compared to Sho, that it felt like an eternity before Rhai'li felt a small pop and his ass closed around the narrow neck of the plug and pulled the base flush. It was a familiar sensation, the toy one of the ones that Kalen had gifted him upon his being hired to the Sparrow. It was also one of the bigger models, stretching Rhai'li’s body with its unyielding and unforgiving force.

As Rhai'li squirmed he felt the toy press against the spot within him and he arched again, nearly choking on Sho’s cock. The Raen growled and forced himself past the resistance, his free hand cracking across Rhai'li’s face hard enough to leave a stinging print. Whimpering, Rhai'li let himself so slack again so that Sho could continue to use him.

He heard Ren’s voice from behind Sho before he saw the other man’s hands reach around Sho’s torso and feel him up from hips to nipples. Ren leaned close to Sho’s ear, murmuring something, while his hand dropped to Rhai'li’s head. His fingers twisted painfully tight in Rhai'li’s hair, dragging the Miqo'te’s head forward to meet each of Sho’s thrusts that were starting to stutter out of control. Just as Sho buried himself balls-deep for the last time, Ren forced Rhai'li’s head to stay still and accept the burst of seed that injected straight down Rhai'li’s throat. Rhai'li swallowed obediently, letting those muscles milk out everything Sho was willing to give.

Sho withdrew himself from Rhai'li’s un-closing mouth and slid off of him, letting Ren scoot up to take his place. Ren was smaller, but harsher, preferring to bury his fingers in Rhai'li’s hair and hold his head still with Rhai'li’s nose pressed tight against the leathery scales of Ren’s crotch.

The touch of hands on Rhai'li’s thighs were a surprise. Rhai'li’s involuntary squirm earned another slap, this time a sharp backhand from Ren that made him briefly see stars. Sho’s hands kneaded, working the flesh all around Rhai'li’s straining cock without touching where he very much wanted. Sho gripped the base of the plug and withdrew it, making Rhai'li whimper and gurgle around Ren’s dick.

There were a few words and some laughter from Sho before he replaced the plug with something bigger, longer, and much hotter. His cock slid between Rhai'li’s cheeks as if the Miqo'te’s ass had been designed to take it, filling him up in a way that felt so good. Had he not been sufficiently gagged with Ren’s cock, Rhai'li would not have been able to shut up about how good it felt and how much he wanted to be fucked.

Sho moved himself closer, adjusting himself and Rhai'li so that Rhai'li’s backside had no choice but to sit flush in Sho’s lap. At some point the Raen had removed his pants, allowing Rhai'li to feel the tingling scratch of the scales on Sho’s thighs when they brushed against him. Sho’s fingers dug into Rhai'li’s hips and lifted them, manipulating Rhai'li’s body to pleasure himself rather than having to move. At the same time Ren pulled away, unfinished.

It was easy to lose track of Ren, Rhai'li pushing his head hard back into the pillow and arching his back to better take every ilm of Sho. With his mouth no longer filled, Rhai'li garbled a string of begging words that made no sense but carried his desires nonetheless. Sho laughed and lifted him high, leaving only Rhai'li’s head and shoulders still against the bed. There was movement, weight shifting, and Rhai'li felt more hands lift him the rest of the way up only to let him back down - now lying on top of Ren.

Sho removed himself with some comment, hands stroking the oil-coated skin between Rhai'li’s legs. Ren responded with something sarcastic from behind Rhai'li’s head. The crown that met Rhai'li’s hole a moment later was not the one he wanted, but Ren’s length was not un-enjoyable. He moved slower from his prone position, shorter and shallower strokes that still gave Rhai'li a warm thrill.

Rhai'li surrendered to the easier pace and the different angle, how he was so spread out and exposed for Sho looking down at him. Sho continued to smooth one palm over Rhai'li’s skin, across his belly and up to his chest. It was warm and distracting, so when Sho guided the head of his cock to press against and then past the already-stretched muscle of Rhai'li’s hole, Rhai'li yelled.

The pressure was intense, Ren’s length slowly moving in and out while Sho’s sank in ilm by ilm. Rhai'li squirmed and thrashed, getting himself a hiss and a slap from Sho as well as Ren sinking his teeth into the soft join of Rhai'li’s neck and shoulder. Tears streamed from Rhai'li’s eyes to soak his hair and he panted roughly through his open mouth, each breath a low moan.

His cries ramped up in response to the two Raen’s movements, both of them finding a rhythm with remarkable ease that could only have come from multiple times of practice. Ren’s slower thrusts were a counterpoint to Sho’s, the bigger man’s ball slapping against Ren’s and Rhai'li’s flesh as he pounded into the tight but accepting hole.

Other than Ren’s growls and guttural groans, he gave no warning before shooting his seed into Rhai'li. The friction of Sho’s continued thrusts changed, allowing him to go faster and deeper and repeatedly rock Rhai'li to his core. Sho’s hand closed finally around Rhai'li’s dick and tugged, giving Rhai'li the attention he begged for.

Rhai'li made a loud keening noise while Sho buried himself to the hilt and found release, pumping a second hot load into the Miqo'te’s ass. He hit his orgasm just after, spraying thick ropes over his own stomach and chest. All three of them came to a halt, three sets of heavy breathing while each one rode out his pleasure.

Eventually Sho moved, pulling out of Rhai'li and again lifting his now-boneless form so that Ren could move as well. A hot gush followed the removal of the second cock, soaking into the bed beneath Rhai'li when he was put back down. Each Raen took a side, un-cuffing Rhai'li’s wrists and then removing the gag from his mouth. They curled around him, creating a sandwich around the much smaller form.

“That was good,” Ren said cheerfully in perfect common, his chin atop Rhai'li’s head.

“We should do it again sometime,” Sho agreed.

Dealing with Rhai'li could be difficult even at the best of times. Trying to convince him to try something out of his comfort zone was no the best of times.

“I promise you, it’s better than you think,” Toshiya tried.

Rhai'li looked up at him with big, sad eyes. “But it’s green.”

“Yes, but that doesn’t make it bad. It’s been blanched and seasoned and it really isn’t as bad as you keep saying it will be.”

“Or maybe he’ll keel over and die on the spot,” Kuroji said from the doorway to the kitchen and dining area.

Toshiya rubbed a hand over his eyes. “You’re not helping.”

“Well, either he doesn’t eat it and therefore doesn’t get dessert - in that case, more for me,” the big Xaela explained. “Or he does eat it and dies on the spot - in that case, more for me.” Kuroji smirked. “It’s a win-win.”

Toshiya full-on facepalmed while Rhai'li whined and dramatically fell backward onto the tatami. When one thought of there being a toddler in the house, they didn’t think it would be an easily-antagonized teenage miqo'te.

((@eorzean-wayfinder​ ))

Rhai'li hummed along with the music being played. He’d heard Kaoru practicing enough times now to be able to recognize the tune, and even if he wasn’t so good at carrying the same tune himself, at least he had enthusiasm. He’d been told that a lot: he might not have much of one thing, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.

“Are there words to this song?” Rhai'li asked, walking over and crouching down to where Kaoru knelt behind his funny instrument. It didn’t look like any other instrument Rhai'li had ever seen, with what seemed like way too many strings and like it should be too big to be played by one person. And the long, floor-sweeping sleeves Kaoru favored! How did he manage it without getting those all tangled up?

Clearly, it must be easier to play than it seemed.

“Not that I am aware,” Kaoru replied softly, not looking up from his practice.

“We could add some,” Rhai'li offered, bouncing back up to his feet. “Some kind of tragic romance - two lovers, torn apart by fate, only to find themselves reunited when– whoa!” He’d been pacing the area, enraptured by his own silly ideas, but caught himselfon Kaoru’s carefully draped sleeves.

Rhai'li pinwheeled his arms like a demented piece of magitek, but there was nothing to save him from faceplanting directly into the bizarre-but-pretty instrument.

Dizzy and a little numb, Rhai'li sat up in a pile of splintered wood, snapped strings, and streaks of his own blood. He looked up at Kaoru, taking in his horrified and upset face, and smiled. “You’ve got really pretty eyes. You should make more eye contact with people, you know?”