Kersuma dollification/praise kink drabble <3
X is so stressed out about micromanaging the server, so he delegates the maintenance to a handful of hermits for the day and gives himself to Keralis to do whatever he wants.
And Keralis wants to play with his doll.
I need Keralis to gently strip him out of his armor, whispering sweet words the entire time. He puts Xisuma in cute lingerie complete with lace-trimmed stockings and a soft, oversized sweater. The neckline is falling off his shoulders and the hem skims his thighs. Keralis keeps complimenting him in a way that makes his brain go fuzzy.
"You're so beautiful, sweetface," while picking off pieces of his armor one by one. "So nice and compliant for me," while clipping the garters to the top of his stockings.
Keralis sits on the bed and places Xisuma on his lap to brush his hair. "I love playing dress-up with my doll. Does my doll love it too?" And X isn't allowed to respond with words because dolls don't talk, but his breath catches when Keralis kisses the underside of his jaw and scrapes his teeth down his throat.
The gentle care goes on for half the day. Any time Xisuma looks like he's thinking about work, Keralis reaches under his sweater to palm his half-hard dick. It's never enough to satisfy but always enough to keep him needy and whining. Dolls don't ask for more, they take the pleasure they're given. By the time Keralis deems Xisuma ready to fuck, he's already flushed and aching for attention.
Keralis leaves him mostly dressed, since "we spent so long prettying my doll up; It'd be a shame to undo all that so soon. Don't you agree?" but unclips and garters and removes Xisuma's underwear like he's unwrapping a gift.
The sex is slow, each roll of Keralis's hips punctuated with another kiss to X's lips, his neck, his collarbones, his chest. Anywhere that Keralis can reach.
His stockings have bunched down to around his knees, his sweater is pushed up to expose his soft middle, and the hair Keralis spent so long working the tangles out of his already mused against the pale sheets. Keralis pulls another gasp from his throat as he pushes in deeper.
Xisuma cries in relief when he comes, and then a little more when Keralis kisses away the budding tears.
The clean-up is comparatively quick but no less gentle as they step into the shower together. They talk about how Xisuma feels while Keralis washes his hair. Once done, they bundle into comfortable clothes and cuddle on the couch while a movie plays in the background.
And if Xisuma is still his pretty doll, then that's no one's business but theirs.
