sweet ardor

Childe sometimes wonders if Kaeya is really as gentle as he seems.

“Speak clearly,” Kaeya tells him, tugging on the leash.

He's gentle in the way he holds his hand. Caresses his face. Kisses his lips in ways so soft he thinks it’s more than he will ever deserve as a Harbinger. 

Kaeya will even speak so softly to him in the dead of night. You’re so handsome sometimes or Why don’t we take a walk through the woods tomorrow morning, hm? All while playing with the ends of his hair and kissing his chosen scar for that day.

Kaeya is good at many things too. He’s an excellent cook that rivals even his own skills and Childe is a good chef. He speaks eloquently, knowing when to flatter or intimidate. Words often fall over him like silk or water with how smooth he is. 

Among these skills, however, lies the talent of getting Childe to succumb to any of his whims.

And tonight, Kaeya is not gentle.

Childe had stumbles forward when Kaeya had tugged on him, pulling out a gasp to replace the words he fails to say. He looks down on himself, watching his cock leak against the vibrator, straining against the cock ring and dripping through his underwear. Through his haze, he forgot to ask Kaeya just where he got the vibrating object because he’s never seen anything like it. But there are other things to focus on anyways. 

He blushes harder at the sight of his own mess. Childe hasn't even been able to take off his pants since Kaeya wanted him to keep them off. Childe didn't know why and Kaeya didn't explain. It didn't matter to neither of them regardless, as they knew that Childe would do whatever Kaeya asked. He at least had enough mercy to let him unbutton his shirt.

The coherent reply Kaeya had requested fell on deaf ears. He's shaking from the vibrator laid under his tip, nearly perfect but not enough, methodically placed by his lover. He's not allowed to touch himself either in any way, hands bound behind his back by smooth leather. 

If he were any less of a man, he would have broken out of them. Maybe even slipped out of them with hydro. But this is for Kaeya. And he wants to be like this only for him. 

“Childe,” Kaeya says, voice hot with authority. “If you don't reply, I'm going to think something is wrong.”

“I'm okay,” he rushes out, looking back up. Kaeya’s face is neutral. “I’m fine. You can— mm! You can—”

A hand fists around the locks of his hair, pushing him close enough for Kaeya to murmur against his lips. “Keep going,” he finishes, mouth curving into a smile. “You want me to keep going.” Kaeya shoves him away, leaning back on his chair to keep watching.

He's not sure if Kaeya can tell that he nods, unable to stop himself from flinching at the waves and waves of pleasure buzzing against him. He's wheezing out some sort of reply, a jumbled mess of curses and moans, completely ridden nonsensical.

Childe is not sure how long he's been like this. How long Kaeya has been playing with him, haunting him with silken whispers and the graze of lips. He doesn't keep track of the passing seconds, too deep into a lust haze to pay attention to the hands of time. He only notes how long it feels since Kaeya has touched him last.

“Let....Let me take off my pants,” he breathes, hands constricting against the rope Kaeya so meticulously tied around them. “Kaeya.”

Kaeya does nothing. 

With no reply to his request, he grunts in frustration, wiggling on his knees to relieve some level of pressure. Grinding against nothing but air, he digs his nails into his palms, gritting his teeth. He wishes he could tear the rope between his teeth so he could touch himself, giving himself what he wants since Kaeya won't bother to.

“I know you want to take them off,” Kaeya says, leaning forwards, grabbing his chin and forcing his gaze upwards. “But I think you look so handsome like this.”

Like this, Childe is faced with his lover’s all-knowing eye, encompassing stare. He looks down on him, star blown wide, skipping around Childe’s face. His lips face the most scrutiny before he leans in to kiss him.

Childe strains against the rope again, wanting to cup Kaeya’s face out of habit. The best he can do is reciprocate, basking in the joy of his touch. His petal soft lips. How his teeth pull between him, making him gasp to lure him into a trap of his tongue. Childe always falls for it. Either because he is willingly ignorant or blissfully unaware. 

Kaeya swallows all his noises greedily. Every moan and whimper. Every hot breath that escapes him. His mouth distracts him from the tension on his cock, the barely-there ache that will soon become unbearable if Kaeya doesn't touch him.

They part for a moment, panting breaths mixing with each other. A thin line of saliva snaps against Childe’s lip, and Kaeya brushes it away with a thumb before tugging his jaw open and slipping his thumb inside. On instinct, he closes his lips around it, swirling his tongue as if it'll convince Kaeya to give him the real thing.

“Be patient, handsome,” Kaeya tells him, a little smirk on his lips. He chuckles at the whine following his words. “Just let me take off my shirt, okay?” 

He slips out of his mouth, dragging his hand further down until it circles around a nipple, rolling the bud between the pad of his thumb. It draws a shudder out of him, arching along Kaeya’s hand—because maybe he’ll touch the other one too—before he pulls away.

Childe wants to scream.

Another laugh breaks him from his stupor.

“You’re pouting,” Kaeya snickers.

Childe shifts in place. “You’re so....mean to me.”

Kaeya offers a thoughtful little hum and drops his hands from the buttons of his shirt, sending alarm bells ringing in Childe’s brain. He's looking at him with curiosity, as if debating something back and forth. Childe doesn't know what to expect. He can't read Kaeya at the moment and he surely can't focus on anything else other than wanting relief.

The tip of Kaeya’s boot goes between his thighs where he taps under his balls before rubbing slowly. His underwear does nothing to lessen the pressure, as if he wanted that anyway. The touch has him moaning, falling forward on top of Kaeya’s thighs as a cushion. His hands grasp against nothing, twitching for something more, while his hips begin to move on their own accord. Pressing up along Kaeya’s leg, spreading his precum all over his pants as his cock slips out of his underwear. Desperation drives him mad.

“But you like it,” Kaeya murmurs. A sadistic giggle rings between Childe’s ears, fading away too fast for him to question whether or not it had been a hallucination.

It feels so good. Even just this. The thought of Childe being so overcome with desire that humping his leg is all it can take fills him up with so much embarrassment. An embarrassment that fuels him further. An embarrassment he likes. The collar, the leash, the refusal of his touch.

He takes what little he was actually given with a greed that rivals the wealthy.

He cries out as Kaeya pushes harder, rubbing faster.

His moans are filthy. Whorish.

“You’re so messy,” Kaeya says, too sweet for it to be an insult, but too mean for it to be a compliment. This confuses Childe’s already spiraling mind – eager to hear more praise, but gasping at the image of Kaeya bullying him, calling him names, making a mess out of him.

“Mm, Kaeya,” he moans. He bites his lips, digs his teeth into them. “It feels so good.”

“Oh, this is all it takes then, hm?” Kaeya muses, running his fingers through ginger locks. “For someone of your stature, I expected a little more resistance.”

His face burns at the scornful remark. “I wanna cum,” he breathes, looking up at him. Kaeya is rubbing his cheekbone with a thumb. “Please, Kaeya.”

“No,” he replies, a sick smile on his face, ceasing his movements. Childe tries to not let the disappointment show on his face, even though dread fills his chest. “I'll turn off the vibrators, however. You just need to sit here patiently, okay?” 

Kaeya can't cut this image of Childe so short, after all. He's made to be on his knees, embarrassed and bullied with his cock peeking out, hard at the treatment. Precum makes a mess on his stomach, on the floor. He's angelic in this way, a heavenly body.

“Here I thought,” Childe starts, albeit shakily, “you'd take your word seriously. Are you even trying?”

Kaeya wraps a hand around the leash in two loops before yanking him to eye level. “Your tone makes me think I shouldn't fuck you at all,” he whispers, taking in the blown pupils of Childe’s eyes. “I have other things I can attend to. If you can't be patient for me, then I should just leave you here. Do you want that?”

He knows Kaeya would never leave him. But his tone. The way he pulled him forward like he's nothing. His eye engulfs him, pulling him into the deep. Childe swallows and shakes his head, numb.

“Say it.”

“I don't want you to leave,” he obeys. “I'll be patient.”

A satisfactory response. “Good.” 

He’s rewarded with a soft kiss. 

Kaeya leans a hand down to turn off the toys, hands barely brushing his cock making him hiss at the sensation. Making him want more, mind gnawing on the thought of his hands around his cock, squeezing every drop of cum out of him until he's left crying.

When the vibrations stop, Childe sags with relief, head tilted back. “F-Fuck,” he whispers, blinking back from the haze. As he settles into this repose, he slowly becomes aware of his hardness again, how little relief he actually got. He looks up at Kaeya, who’s unbuttoning his shirt.

The shirt is thrown to the side, leaving Childe to stare at Kaeya’s bare, smooth skin. He wants to kiss every available space, bite marks onto them.

He starts to undo his pants next, palming his erection through his slacks, and leaning backwards with a sigh.

Childe swallows.

Kaeya grinds into his own hand, moaning, eyes fluttering shut.

He knows what he's doing, Childe thinks, misery washing over him. He's going to make Childe watch. Make him crave everything he wants without ever giving it. His own cock begs for release, dripping with desire. He's not sure if he's infuriated with the turn of events, or unbearably aroused.

The sound of his zipper going down catches his attention. His pants and shoes get slipped off, revealing his long legs, leaving him fully naked. Childe wets his lips, imagining Kaeya asking him to suck him off, cumming all over his face.

Instead, Kaeya spreads his legs, massaging the tip of his cock, while his other hand plays with his nipple, tugging and pinching until they’re puffy. Childe watches, enraptured, thinking he should be doing that for him instead.

“Ah, Childe,” he whines, jolting, shuddering like a leaf. He spreads his own wetness down his length, curling his hand around himself and starting to move. He moans, voice breaking at every incoming breath, tugging on his cock faster, grasping tighter. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Childe watches him squirm with his teeth gritted, clenched fists with nails leaving red crescent moons in their wake.

He spreads his legs wider, offering more than what Childe deserves, and tugs on the leash. He brings Childe closer, forces him to watch what he can't have. Kaeya licks over his lips, never breaks eye contact, searing how good he's feeling without the help of Childe into his brain.

But he's making him like this – chasing pleasure and craving the afterglow. The wet sound of Kaeya’s hand working his cock almost gives him enough strength to rip his way out of the belt, but he knows that if he does, Kaeya won't let him cum at all. He’ll zip him up and leave him like that for days until he lets it. It's both horrific and undeniably enticing.

A groan escapes his own lips as Kaeya presses a finger against his hole, with his other free hand spreading his ass to give him a perfect view. His eyes flutter shut, hips twitching forward, rutting against his fingers.

“Fuck, Kaeya,” he breathes, almost reverent. Childe squeezes his thighs to get some relief, but it isn't enough.

Childe wonders what Kaeya is thinking about. What thoughts come to surface when he's touching himself like this. He's thrusting his hips along with fist now, lips forming his name in a way no one else can say it.

“Childe,” he exhales, arching into his hand, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming. “You’re so pretty.”

No one can say his name like he does.

His resolve is cracking under the weight of Kaeya pushing his chest out as his back arches, giving particular attention to his nipples. He's so beautiful. So gorgeous. He's bringing himself up high, stopping, and going again faster. With his other hand, he takes a finger and rubs it along his slit.

Childe can feel himself shaking, throbbing on his knees.

This breaks Kaeya to pieces with a scream.

“Kaeya,” he whines. “Please let me touch you. Please, please.”

Kaeya doesn't say anything for a moment, biting his lip and steadying his breath. The pace of his hand slows as well as the tip of his finger. He gathers the pre-cum leaking from his cock and holds his finger out to Childe.

Childe is not a fool. He licks his finger clean, watching his eyes zero in on his mouth releasing his finger, only to lick a slow stripe against it. His eyes never leave. They burn into his lone star, letting the weight of his desire encompass them both.

“Get up here,” Kaeya tells him.

A wide grin graces Childe’s features as he sits upon Kaeya’s lap. He pulls him in by the collar, bringing their lips together and it's heaven. He bucks his hips into his body, whining into his mouth.

He wants this belt off.

Somehow, whether or not he unconsciously says it out loud, Kaeya is reaching behind him, undoing the buckle and Childe is released. He immediately cups his face, brings him closer, impossibly close, until he's leaning off the chair. He can feel the ache settling in his knees, but it's hardly a concern now when Kaeya slips off his shirt, runs his hands over his skin, kissing down his neck. His hands are ice cold and he loves it, goosebumps following every path of his touch.

His hands trail from his sides, up his body where they find his nipples. Childe gasps, releasing his lips, leaning his forehead against his. “Fuck, that's good,” he hisses. His hands find purchase in his shoulders, digging his nails into his skin when he sucks a bruising kiss on the pulse point of his throat.

“Perfect,” Kaeya whispers. “You're so gorgeous.”

Childe whimpers at a particular tug at his nipple, causing him to grind their cocks together. Kaeya swears under his breath, taking a hand and grasping both their cocks. Childe sobs, going limp on his lap, unable to do anything but thrust against Kaeya’s dick, making him grip tighter.

“Fuck,” he whines, hips stuttering. His head digs into Kaeya’s shoulder. “Fuck, I want it off, Kaeya.” He tries to convince him by kissing the shell of his ear, biting at his lobe. He trails down a bit further and sucks on his neck. “Please.”

“Alright, sweetheart, okay,” Kaeya soothes, letting go and pressing a kiss to his temple. So sweet and so tender despite what they've gotten up to.

He takes off the cock ring with hands too slow, deliberately pressing the bullet vibrator that's been sitting uselessly right up his tip, causing his cock to twitch right before Kaeya’s eyes.

“Oh, you're so cute,” he coos, placing the toys on the floor, then unhooking the leash from his collar. He glances up at Childe, smile dropping the sight of him panting, eyes unfocused on nothing except Kaeya. His cocks leaks and drips – he's so wet that it almost makes Kaeya wonder how long he really had been edging him.

The poor thing still has his pants on too.

“Why don't we go to the bed now, hm?” Kaeya asks, nosing against his cheek and pressing a kiss. 

Childe doesn't give him a verbal answer, settling for a grab of his hand and dragging them across the room to their bed. Childe all but basically falls on top of the bed, a little breathless, but smiling. Kaeya giggles as he settles behind his thighs, teasing the waistline of his pants. He takes his palm and soothes it over his clothed cock, alighting his desire continuously, as if it hadn't been growing by the passing minutes.

He bucks into his hand, expecting him to keep going but his touch is as fast as it came. Childe opens his mouth to complain, something that isn't a whine or a whimper for once, but it's all forgiven when Kaeya finally, finally takes off his pants.

Kaeya kisses up his leg as he takes off his jeans, placing one final kiss at his ankle. The smile he throws at him then is dazzling. 

“How do you want it?” he questions.

Childe, honestly, can't even think.

“On....my back,” he manages to answer, his own smile echoing Kaeya’s. “I know you like seeing my face.”

“Oh, of course I do, handsome,” Kaeya chuckles. “You’re so pretty like that.”

Childe sighs at the praise, turning his head into the pillow. His eyes drift shut, sinking into the pleasure of Kaeya’s hands dragging from his collarbone, to his lower stomach where he presses down.

“You'll feel me right there,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down his ribs. Childe moans in response. “You've been so good, you know. Here”—He takes Childe’s hands and wraps it around his own cock—“you can touch me too.”

Their moans fill the room – shameless, hot panting. Kaeya is doing something that always drives him insane; twisting off at the head and squeezing back down, pace fast and relentless. He won't stop, even when Childe is fucking into his hand, whispering praises and dirty, devilish things that makes Childe’s head spin.

“I wonder. What would the others think if they saw you like this?” he says, thumb digging into the slit of his cock.

Childe thrashes around with a whine, fingers gripping the pillow under his head. He is unable to match Kaeya's pace with his own hand, stuttering movements – too distracted by Kaeya’s merciless hands and his voice leaking into his brain.

“The mighty eleventh harbinger – larger than life and a bloodthirsty soldier,” he says. Childe is surprised he can hear him over his own loud moans. “Who knew he acted like a slut in bed?”

Childe’s peak hits him in the gut at the name, cum dripping between Kaeya’s knuckles, splattered all over his stomach. “Oh my god,” he whispers, head thrown to the side, eyes squeezed shut. Kaeya doesn’t stop his hand. “Mm, ah.... ah— Kaeya!” He's heaving, shaking through his orgasm, white-knuckling the sheets. “Hah, Kaeya....Kaeya....”

His brain is scrambled, drifting between Kaeya’s name and finallyfinallyfinally—

Kaeya squeezes out every last drop out of him, whispering his praises as Childe comes down.

“Good boy,” he says.

As he recovers from the haze, he watches Kaeya let go of his dick, strings of cum against his fingers. He brings a hand up to his mouth, and licks his mess off, throwing a wink his way and making him blush as if their recent activities weren't anything to blush at.

Childe sighs in exasperation, throwing an arm over his eyes. That was too much. If anyone else had done that he would’ve laughed. Why was that so hot? 

“Kaeya,” he sighs, this time without as much desperation. “You’re killing me.”

A light little laugh leaves Kaeya’s mouth.

His eyes drift down, suddenly remembering that Kaeya’s cock was still in his hands. Still so hard and aching. Despite being bleary after his orgasm, he weakly reaches for Kaeya’s wrist.

“Please,” he says, pressing Kaeya’s fingers against his hole.

The sharp inhale he receives from Kaeya is immediately satisfying, knowing that he wants this as much as he does. It's like his mouth waters, eyes widening at the sight beneath him. With a slight smile on his face, cherry lips bitten sweetly, and he presses on his fingers harder.

Childe gasps, hips bucking into the touch. He peers up at Kaeya through his eyelashes, chest heaving.

Sly describes the smirk on Kaeya’s face. If Childe were more coherent, he'd say that it's the same smile when his plans align, or when his enemy spills the where, when and why. It steals the air out of his lungs all the same. 

“You can't get enough,” Kaeya comments, shifting his hands to grab his thighs.

“No,” he laughs, breathless, “I can't.”

Kaeya is gone for a few seconds, leaving and coming back with a bottle of lube and a towel in his hands. Childe lifts his hips up when Kaeya rolls the towel under him, kissing the side of his knee in thanks.

Childe's eyes never leave Kaeya’s hands as he squeezes lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up. From anticipation alone, his thighs shake, only stopping when Kaeya takes his clean hand, pushing his right leg up to his chest.

He's gentle at first. Always is. Kaeya says he never rushes this part, but Childe thinks it's just another way to tease him. It could be both, knowing him, killing two birds with one stone. At this point, Childe hardly cares when he's easing a finger inside him. It makes him sigh in pleasure, relaxing against the sheets.

One finger becomes two, then three, each time rubbing circles against his hole for far too long before fucking into him again. The stretch always feels so good, serving as a constant reminder of how Kaeya will feel inside him when he’s done. Thinking about it makes him whimper, but it teeters off into a full moan when Kaeya’s fingers brush against his prostate. 

“Shit,” he hisses. 

He teases his prostate relentlessly after that, never truly touching it no matter how cute Childe’s cries are. It only makes him writhe and gasp on the bed, grasping on Kaeya’s wrist to push his fingers in deeper, but—

Kaeya slaps his hand away. “Ah, we’re going at my pace, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Don't go making demands now.”

“How....how long – Ah! How l-long are you gonna—” His words break off with a gasp, back arching, fingers shaking to fist the sheets as Kaeya rams directly onto his prostate. “Right there, right there. Oh, fuck, fuck.”

He's driven to incoherency, hips meeting Kaeya’s maddening pace. The bed shakes with his movement, every creak and squeak drowned out by Childe’s moaning. He can barely take Kaeya’s eyes on him, spellbound by desperation, but he can feel it. The burn that scorches his skin, unfathomable considering his vision.

Childe wants to tell Kaeya he's ready, but he never relents, massaging his prostate furiously. He doesn't want to cum like this. Not when Kaeya hasn't even done so himself.

But his pleas are ignored. Instead of fucking him with his cock like Childe has been crying for (So cute, Kaeya would say), he takes his leaking tip into his mouth and rubs across the slit just a few times before Childe is cumming again. His body is held taut, electricity running down his spine. He’s afraid he might break into his other form if Kaeya keeps this up. 

Broken moans bounce off the room, slowly turning into soft whines. He's hot all over. The bedsheets stick to his sweaty skin. Childe doesn't know if the lungfuls of air he’s breathing in is enough.

He can feel something drip down the sides of his face. Something wet.

Kaeya coos and wipes at it dry with a thumb. He's crying.

“I....I wanted you inside,” Childe weeps, twitching through the aftershocks.

He presses a kiss to both his cheeks, smile so sweet. “You’re too cute,” he says, taking one moment to soak in the tears in Childe’s eyes falling against rosy cheeks. With his fingers still inside him, he presses in further once, making Childe gasp against his lips.

Childe kisses him weakly. It's barely a kiss at all, but Kaeya melts. “Kaeya,” he says, a little exasperated. “I just came.”

“Oh?” Kaeya smiles. “But I thought you wanted me inside?”

He huffs out a delirious laugh, head leaning back against the pillows with a sigh. Fuck, that was so good, he thinks. It’s all he can manage. His brain feels mushy. Working through his thoughts feels like trudging through mud. But he feels floaty and light. Like the weight in his chest has turned to dust.

Kaeya’s eyes greet him through the haze. He’s staring at him like he wants to eat him whole. Devouring him from the inside of his skin. Childe warms at the thought, face heating up. He’s sure it goes down all the way to his chest like it always does and Kaeya marvels over it each time.

Though, right now his mind seems somewhere else.

“Spread your legs,” he says and Childe cannot deny his request.

He shivers at the fingers going down his body, then immediately melting at his lips pressing down softly on his stomach. Kaeya whispers something to him, but he can’t hear it. Not when he’s pulling him by the hips to bring him closer. Not when Kaeya is spreading lube all over his cock, gasping at the touch of his own hand. His muscles tense at the feeling and Archons, he wants him inside. He thinks he’d do anything for him to hurry up.

He pumps it a few times, eyes raking down his body, mind conjuring all the things he wants to do to him.

Childe is breathless.

Kaeya presses his legs up to his chest, staring down at him, taking him all in. He wants to be ashamed at how exposed he is, how Kaeya can see him twitching, how his cum paints his thighs. But all he can truly feel is arousal. A shame that feels so good and how pretty he can look when messy.

When Kaeya presses into him, he muffles his moan into his hand.

Kaeya lets out a sigh, soaking the feeling of him around his cock for a moment. “Fuck,” he hisses, hands tightening around his waist tighter. Then, he starts to sink in, deeper and deeper until his hips are flushed against him.

He hasn't even truly moved yet, but Childe’s thighs are shaking. He can barely hold himself together.

“You feel so good,” Kaeya says, thrusting in once. Childe moans. He leans down to speak against his lips, catching all his gasps. “So pretty.”

Childe arches back against him, chest tingling from the praise. He wants to hear more. Hear all the ways he’s so good and pretty for Kaeya. “Y-Yeah,” he echoes, mindless. "Pretty."

His thrusts are slow and deep. It grazes against his prostate each time, but Kaeya doesn’t follow through. He makes sure he can feel every inch of him, finding sick satisfaction in seeing Childe desperately try to move against him, whining about how he “isn’t moving fast enough.” He knows Kaeya has been holding it in for a while now. How much longer can he wait?

“Fuck, Kaeya,” he hisses, knuckles turning white against the sheets. He’s dripping all over the place again, making a mess all over himself while he shakes through each painstakingly slow thrusts. “Faster.”

A hum. “I don't think you want it that badly,” he mumbles, running his nails down his chest, leaving hot red streaks behind. “I'm not really convinced.”

Some sort of sound leaves Childe's mouth. When it echoes back to his ears, it almost sounds like a sob. Full of frustration that he's almost angry. He wants him to move so fucking bad. It's all he wants. He wants it so bad he feels like crushing something with his hands.

The best he can do is dig his nails into the bed sheets.

“Please, fuck me,” he says, clenching around him. The effect does wonders, making Kaeya hunch forward for a moment, gasping on a moan. “Please, please, please, please.”

A finger taps his collar, hooking under the ring and pulling him up an inch. “Look at you,” he marvels, a sinful smile spreading over his lips. “All you know how to do is beg for me.”

“Yes,” he breathes, not knowing if he's saying that in response to Kaeya's words, or the single soul-crushing thrust of his hips.

The laugh Kaeya lets out is condescending and mirthful. It churns something in Childe’s stomach, aiding in his arousal. He's so hard it almost feels physically painful to continue.

All he can think about is his own release and feeling Kaeya around him, fucking him to make him cry. Maybe he’ll pull out the second he knows Childe is close, crushing every thought he had about cumming tonight. Or maybe he’ll keep going after Childe is finished – Kaeya had a thing for overstimulating him. He says it's because his tears are so “lovely.”

But Childe knows Kaeya is just about to reach his limit. He's been waiting just as long as he has. Kaeya can wait, but he won’t wait forever.

“How long are you going to wait?” he asks, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I thought you wanted me to feel you right”—Childe takes Kaeya’s hand and pushes it against his lower stomach—“here.”

It's magic the way Kaeya drops his patient act.

Kaeya doesn't say anything. He replies with moving his hips, pace fast and just enough roughness to make him cry out every time. His nails dig into his skin. Childe hopes those marks stay forever. He thinks the bite marks of his teeth on his neck should be permanent. Every bruise sucked onto his skin. He wants to press down, feel the ache, and remember how good Kaeya makes him feel.

He must’ve noticed that he moved just right the moment Childe’s lurches forward because he keeps hitting that spot without mercy. Kaeya pulls out at his tip and slams back in, hands dragging him further down his cock with every thrust.

Childe’s tears fall freely. He can barely see in front of him with how they blur his visions.

But Kaeya wipes under his eyes, catching tears from his eyelashes, clearing his vision.

His eyes close, sinking deeper and deeper into ecstasy.

But Kaeya stops and he is forcibly ripped away from it.

“W-What—” Childe swallows, trying to get Kaeya to move again. “Why?”

“If you break eye contact, I'll stop,” he says simply.

Fuck, he thinks, feeling his ears burn hot. He's probably been blushing red the entire time. 

“Okay,” he replies, meek, lifting his eyes to meet Kaeya’s.

He begins to move again, causing Childe to draw in a sharp breath, eyes threatening to flutter shut. But they don't close. They're honed in on Kaeya, his all encompassing eye, looking at him like he's something stellar and cosmic.

Kaeya's lips quirk up then, watching Childe try so hard to keep his eyes on him. He picks up the pace once more, nearly to how it was originally, making Childe shake and squirm.

“Oh, fuck, Kaeya,” he whines, a whimper following after. He looks up at him, breath coming out in pants. “Fuck.”

With one hand, Kaeya reaches up and tweaks one of his nipples, rolling it between his fingers. It makes him scream out, eyes closing—

Kaeya lifts his face by the chin. “What did I say?”

Childe is gasping for air and on the brink of cumming for the third time tonight and he wants Kaeya to muster up a response after all that?

“Come on,” he whispers, hoping it sounds more seductive than whiny. “You know I can't help it. You feel too good.”

With a hum, Kaeya takes his hand off his face with a harsh movement. “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Flattery is all part of my charm,” Childe quips, holding back a moan when Kaeya moves. “I must've....done something right if, ah, if you keep coming back to me.”

“Well,” Kaeya starts. “You’re just too cute.”

They don't talk so much after that.

Childe doesn't break away from his gaze. He holds it for the whole duration, mystified by how bright passion burns in Kaeya’s eye. How it seeps right through him, reminding him how much Kaeya loves him. How it overtakes him.

“K-Kaeya,” he whimpers. “I'm close.”

He presses a kiss against his cheek. “Yeah, me too.”

Childe reaches between them and tugs on his cock, choking on a moan. He thinks that Kaeya would reprimand him for touching himself without permission, but he lets him continue.

“You've been such a good boy,” Kaeya tells him. “You can cum now.”

He shakes his head. “No, I— Shit. ” Childe huffs out, trying to find his brain to make the words come out. “I want you to first.”

He hears a curse under Kaeya’s breath.

No matter how much he wants to, Childe holds it in until Kaeya’s hips twitch, only to spill into him. Like this, he can hear Kaeya moaning properly without his own brain muddled with the thought of cumming. He's chanting Childe's name, voice breaking at a point with a moan. He sounds so pretty. He's so beautiful.

He can feel it when Kaeya cums, searing hot but pleasurable all the same. He doesn't even realize his own hand around himself has stopped before Kaeya is doing it for him, moving his hips again.

“Please, Kaeya,” he moans. “Please, I'm so close.”

“Almost there,” Kaeya hums, pushing in one last time before Childe is spilling between them with a broken gasp.

They're both panting, staring at each other. Small things start coming back to him when his high levels out. Like the sheets sticking to his back. The streetlight flickering on outside Kaeya’s window. His awareness of reality is momentarily disrupted when Kaeya pulls out of him. The feeling of not having anything inside him is more foreign than the opposite, and Kaeya seems to sense it.

“You miss me already,” Kaeya teases, laying down at his side.

Childe groans, throwing a hand over his eyes. “Shut up.” He peeks out though, noting the fond smile on his lover’s face. “But that felt so good. I feel great.”

Kaeya leans over and peppers kisses all over his face. He can feel the smile on his lips. “Good. I’m glad. You deserve special treatment. Sometimes.”

He stares at him for a moment, eyes tracing the messy strands of Kaeya’s hair splayed over their pillows and his chest. Out of habit, he moves some sections back over his shoulder. 

The single lamp they had managed to turn on paints the edges of his body in a soft, warm glow. 

He notices the things in Kaeya’s bedroom that weren’t there before last time he came. More books are stacked on the ground. A picture with two people he doesn’t recognize sitting on his desk. Ah, but he does recognize the bouquet of calla lilies he picked on the way here. He should put those in water before Kaeya forgets.

He brings his eyes back to Kaeya, who had been staring at him. He barely looks disheveled. He looks like he merely went on a quick jog. Or maybe an eventful patrol around Mondstadt. The only thing that would defeat those claims are the bleary look in his eyes and the hickey on his neck.

If there is one thing he doesn’t like about Kaeya, it’s probably this. As beautiful as he is after sex, he doubts he looks as messed up as Childe probably does. 

“I'm sticky now though,” he sighs. “I feel gross."

Kayea ruffles his hair. “Maybe we should take a bath.”

He grins. “Yes, please.”

They manage to stand themselves up. Childe is the shakiest out of the two, while also trying not to have Kaeya’s cum slide down his leg. Even though Kaeya laughs fondly, Childe still feels annoyed. He did enjoy it nonetheless, so he doesn’t think there was any real harm done. Just a slight inconvenience. Childe knows Kaeya will be all too happy to get it out of him, leading them both to go another round in the bathroom. 

The tub fills with warm water, slowing bubbling up with the soap Kaeya squeezes into it. Childe immediately steps in, sinking into the water, making it slosh out of the tub. 

“Seriously?” Kaeya mutters, swishing his hand around the water to spread the bubbles. “Impatient.”

Childe scoffs. “I’m sweaty and there’s cum in my ass.”

His partner’s lips thin. “Seems like I can’t argue with you there,” he says. 

Childe leans back in the tub, eyes closing. If it wasn’t for the harsh sound of the water running, he would’ve fallen asleep. His eyes open, however, when Kaeya pokes his leg.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he tells him, brows furrowed. “It is impossible to wake you up.” 

“I would never,” he replies. “And I’m not a heavy sleeper. I have to be aware when danger is afoot even when I’m sleeping.”

Kaeya shakes his head. “I have traveled with you enough times to know that is such a lie. Why do you think you never have to wake up in the first place?” He looks at him pointedly, pausing from moving the water around. 

“Because I've perfected the art of finding a safe place to rest for the night?”

“No, because I’m the one that drives treasure hoarders or hillychurls while you sleep the night away.”

Childe sinks into the tub. “Oh.”

Kaeya snorts. “Yeah, oh. Scoot over.” 

He steps into the tub, and leans against his chest with a pleased sigh. Childe immediately wraps his arms around Kaeya’s waist, pressing light kisses on his shoulders. Kaeya chuckles, learning to move away, when those kisses start appearing on his neck. Childe delights in the fact that Kaeya is ticklish here. On multiple occasions he has caught Kaeya off-guard by poking the back of his neck, or kissing it whenever Kaeya is turned around. 

His lover’s colorful laughter bounces off the bathroom walls, making him smile. “I missed you,” he says. 

Kaeya sighs as his laughter dies down. “I missed you too. How long has it been?”

Childe thinks. “Three months?”

“Ah,” he says. “Maybe I should be the one to visit you next time. I do have a resistance to cold, after all.”

Excited, Childe accidentally squeezes Kaeya tighter. Thinking about Kaeya in his hometown is something he’s been thinking about for a while now. Does Kaeya know how to fish? “I’d love that. I could show you around,” he suggests. “Oh, and introduce you to Teucer and Tonia too! They’ve been asking me when you’re gonna visit too.”

He lets out a faux gasp. “Oh, a formal request by the 11th Harbinger’s siblings? Now I have to attend.”

Childe plants another kiss, this time to his head. “Of course you do. I’ll have to prepare ahead of time though, so I’ll make sure to give you a date sometime soon. Is there anything you’ve always wanted to do in Snezhnaya before?”

Kaeya breaks out of his grasp, turning around in the tub. Childe’s arms return around his waist, pulling him snugly against his body. “I’m not sure,” Kaeya mumbles, playing with Childe’s earring. “Maybe skating would be fun. I’ve actually tried doing that once here, but, ah, it didn’t really work out well.”

“I can teach you how to ice skate,” Childe says. “I’m actually really good.”

He raises a brow, arms looping around his neck. “Are you now?”

Childe nods, leaning in a few inches for his lips to reach Kaeya’s neck. The single hickey there shouldn’t be alone. “I think I’m a little rusty, but I can definitely teach you.” He hears a soft sigh when he sucks against the skin, pulling it between his teeth. “Sound good?”

“Mm-hm, good,” Kaeya mumbles. “I look forward to it.”

They share a slow, lazy kiss when Childe leans back.  Hands roam all over their skin as they relax from their prior high, surrounded by soft citrus scents and warm water. 

Childe again thinks this is more than he deserves, but he tries not to think too hard about it when he’s with Kaeya. Kaeya constantly reminds Childe in ways Kaeya isn’t even aware of. That Childe deserves love too, despite what he’s done. Kaeya makes it clear. 

Sometimes it’s tea the way he likes to drink it. Sweet words of praise. A kiss on his lips to wake him up in the morning. Soft touches to combat the trials of a Harbinger. 

Childe sleeps safely in Kaeya’s arms, dozing off to the sound of a distant howl from the woods, warm under soft sheets, with the dying light of a candle drenching the room in darkness.