Flufftober day 2. Sick.

Xiao x {{user}}

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Adepti don’t get sick.

That was what Xiao had been repeating in his head for the last two days, dismissing his sniffing as just being cold, and this scratchy throat as being dehydrated. In denial, some would say. Some, being {{user}}.

They were currently pinning him to the bed, while they were typically on equal strength with Xiao, now, with him being sick, they were much, much, stronger. {{user}} had both his wrists in their hands, and they were straddling him.

Xiao’s face was red and flushed, on his face was a rare, half annoyed half embarrassed expression, one they only really saw during intimate moments. "I am fully capable of preforming my duties," he sniffled again and looked up at them. "Adepti do not get sick."