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Realistically, Childe should have been more prepared. Then again, at the age when most parents sat down with their children and explained simple things like how children were made, he’d been caught in the throes of desperate survival tactics under his teacher in the Abyss—and when he’d escaped it?
Well, he hadn’t stopped since then.
Chasing one fight after another, Childe had never once stopped to consider anything but the thrill of combat. Even when he’d joined the Fatui, and officers and fellow foot soldiers alike would brag about any particular conquest they’d made, Childe had expressed little interest apart from using such claims as an excuse to rile up others to get the amusement he so sought out.
Life had been good! Life still sort of is good, he thought, apart from one key factor. The minute he’d been reassigned to handle some business in Mondstadt, he’d met who he would largely consider now to be the love of his life—though most people in Mondstadt didn’t seem to think of Bennett as ‘soulmate’ material. Welcome catastrophe material, even natural disaster on legs material, but really, that was all part of his charm!
Unfortunately, they had been dating for six months now, and Childe was starting to run into a few issues. For one, they’d been gradually getting closer and closer over the passing weeks. Kissing was, whenever it didn’t cause some sort of static shock because Bennett had been particularly electric charged on something, delightful. For two… well.
Ajax wanted Bennett like a fish dangling from a hook longed to be returned to the water. More than once he’d caught himself all but daydreaming about the other, about the divots of scars in that milk-pale skin, of running his hands up those calves and pulling off his shorts and…
He wanted a baby in his boyfriend like yesterday.
This was a problem because, other than a few embarrassing moments of furious masturbation in private whenever he left Bennett on the step of the Adventurer’s Guild, kiss-flushed from Ajax’s rough, over-eager tendency for affection, Tartaglia simply did not know what the fuck he was doing.
Ajax couldn’t dare let Bennett, who seemed infatuated and amazed whenever Tartaglia seemed to do anything with ease (but mostly things that his boyfriend’s unfortunate luck prevented him from doing), know that. And so, Ajax did what he did every time he encountered a problem that he didn’t necessarily want to handle directly out of inconvenience or inexperience.
He threw the Fatui’s money at it.
It was the most lavish date he’d ever taken Bennett on, and perhaps the most expensive night of Bennett’s life—and he’d broken the statue of Barbatos a night four years ago, burned half of the Cat’s Tail down another time, and once made the entire second floor of the Adventurer’s Guild collapse so that was really saying something.
It started with buying out the entire evening at the Good Hunter and importing a variety of different foods for Bennett to try with only a marginal allergic reaction, coupled with serving him the finest wine Childe could buy in the region (which was surprisingly difficult when so many wine sellers paled at the sight of him for some reason and refused to part with their stock). After that, Childe had commissioned an incredibly lavish carriage out to a private cabin constructed seemingly just for their evening together—and to top it off, only one of the carriage’s wheels came off, and Ajax seemed to know just how to fix it!
“Has this always been here?” Bennett asked when they finally arrived, the nighttime wind brushing along and picking up their clothing as he looked at the small building, cozy enough for two.
“Maybe,” Childe answered—because he’d learned that it was easier to be a little vaguer about his replies if it implicated him in something that might be illegal. Like unauthorized construction in Mondstadt territory on lands that weren’t owned by the Fatui. It was fine, the cabin served one purpose, and once they’d had their first night together, it’d be torn down as if it was never there. To distracted Bennett from overthinking it, though, he tugged him up into a kiss so shameless that left Bennett less than concerned about the chill in the wind and more about the heat sliding to the pit of his stomach.
“There’s a fire going inside, and a bed that I can warm for you, if you’d like to join me,” Ajax murmured, far more suave than he’d ever managed to be in his life—though it helped that he finally had a reason to try to impress someone romantically in the first place.
Bennett met it with flattered, embarrassed humor, though, offering a nervous little laugh as he flicked the Vision hanging at his hip. “Aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be keeping things warm here, Ajax…?”
Childe offered a wide grin, only grabbing his hand to lift it to his lips with a kiss, leading the other inside. Though scarcely furnished, it was cozy, though Bennett didn’t exactly have a lot of time to appreciate the scenery before Childe pressed him up against the wall, offering him a somewhat more advanced kiss to the one that had already made Bennett’s knees weak outside. What the Harbinger lacked in experience (though Bennett wouldn’t know that), he more than made up for in enthusiasm.
Enthusiasm that resulted in half of the buttons of Bennett’s shirt getting popped off with one, smooth motion—though neither could be sure if the other’s bad luck was to blame or Childe’s own impatience.
“Sorry,” Tartaglia mumbled into the kiss, just in case, even though he wasn’t sorry at all.
The scars that make up Bennett’s body are like a new map to learn every time he feels him, but this was the first time he had seen the patterns they make across his skin. Everything else had been hasty, impromptu touches under ruffled shirts whenever Childe was brave enough to cop a feel when they’d made out in the past. He stared long enough to make Bennett shift uncomfortably and reach for his shirt again, though Childe brushed away his hand, reaching down to half lift the smaller man over to the bed so he could explore the topography of his skin with his mouth, instead.
Neither of them realized just how impatient they had been for this until skin started to meet skin, and Childe’s hands proved just how demanding they could be, as well. Bennett found himself shirtless and pants-less by the time their next kiss broke, though Childe was nothing if not a generous boyfriend—somewhere along the way, he’d stripped off his own shirt as well, letting Bennett finally see the chest that his little tummy window always teased. There weren’t nearly as many scars as Bennett’s, but that was because Childe didn’t need good or bad luck to define his life. He had raw, unadulterated skill on the battlefield, and if he had a scar, it was rare that whatever had given it to him was not dead.
He was hard, though. They both were.
The break between them didn’t last, with Childe leaning over him to press another series of kisses up his neck, nibbling enough to leave his own marks on Bennett’s skin. Somewhere further down, he can feel Childe moving enough to shrug off his pants before crafty fingers rob Bennett of his underwear. Ajax knew he’d feel shy, he knew he’d feel self-conscious over so many marks on his body, so he wouldn’t permit him the time to let his mind wander into that discomfort. He would keep him busy while Childe’s legs slid under his thighs, and his cock nudge up—
“Woah woah woah wait a minute, what are you doing-?!” Bennett started, startled by the nudge of Childe’s very much bare cock nudging at his entirely unprepared body.
Ajax, a little startled by Bennett’s sudden hesitation, but supportive nonetheless, sat up to look down at the other’s bewildered stare, and his heart filled with affection. Clearly, his Benny didn’t know that this was what they were supposed to do. This was what Ajax had been building up to for days. “Making love to you?”
“Not dry you’re not.”
“You’re dry?” Childe seemed surprised at this, showing no hesitation in reaching down between Bennett’s thighs to feel there. Poor Bennett had to swallow a squeak as fingers pressed at him before Ajax pulled them back. “Sorry, was— making out not enough? Do you need me to jerk you off, or something? Will that get you wet?”
“What-? No, just. You brought lube, right?”
Childe’s somewhat confused, blank expression suggested that no, he did not bring lube. Bennett wasn’t sure if he was being made a fool of, or if Ajax truly didn’t know, at first—but after getting over that initial fear that it would be just his luck to have a boyfriend who’d play the long con on him to make fun of him, he let out a nervous little exhale. “You’re serious. You… never did anything like this? No one ever explained it?”
“I was a bit preoccupied when I was a teenager. I never thought it’d have to be explained.”
“Really?” Bennett asked, sounding almost impressed that Childe had managed to get away from anyone ever going into detail over it. “I’ve got like eight dads. All of them tried to have ‘the talk’ with me at the same time.”
“Eight dads?” Childe went pale, focusing on that tidbit of information so he didn’t make himself sound too foolish by not knowing what ‘talk’ Bennett was referencing. It suddenly made sense why Bennett had been so literal in referring to the Adventurer’s Guild as ‘home,’ though Bennett hadn’t given him his life story yet to explain how he’d been just found by them, rather than born to them. “Did they just… trade off which one was pregnant with you every so often?”
“What?”
“What?”
Bennett shook his head, feeling much less embarrassed about his nudity all of a sudden. “Nevermind, I-“
“Does this mean I’m going to have to fight all eight of your fathers for your honor?”
“Please do not fight my dads, most of them are in their fifties. Listen, actually, we’re not going to talk about my dads before we do it, because that is … really unsexy. Just… use this, okay?” He reached over to his discarded pack, fishing out a little vial that Childe recognized rather well. “It’s the best I think we have right now, for something like this.”
“You are asking me to stick slime essence. Up your ass.” It was clear that Ajax was trying to get a reasonable feel for Bennett’s expectations, despite his own disbelief, but hearing the Harbinger say it out loud was enough to make Bennett groan aloud himself, burying his red cheeks in his hands as he tried to fight off his clear embarrassment.
“Only because that’s all I have on me right now! Otherwise, it is going to really hurt, and I think we both know I get hurt plenty on my own without your help-“
His embarrassed babbling was cut short by Childe tilting forward, pressing his lips against his own and silencing the worst of his evident concerns. Bennett was distinctly aware of the sound of the cork on the vial being popped, though Childe was a little… clumsy with it, spilling some against his thigh. Bennett broke the kiss with a sharp breath, shaking his head as he pushed at the other’s hand. “Just—let me,” he requested, and not wanting to ruin their first time together, Childe nodded and let Bennett take back the bottle.
What followed was arguably the hottest thing he had seen in his life.
Bennett shifted just a little further up the bed, biting his kiss-swollen lower lip as he spread a bit of the slime essence across his fingers, carefully lifting his hips and reaching between his parted thighs to brush the impromptu lube against his skin, seeking out his own entrance and dipping just one finger in, making sure to spread the slick substance deep with just one push.
“Don’t stare,” he mumbled in embarrassment, though Ajax found himself unable to look away while the blonde added another finger, eyes closing tight as he worked through the initial discomfort to spread himself just a little further open. After he’d seen the size of Childe’s cock lingering between his own legs, he knew it’d take more than just two fingers to make sure it wouldn’t ache. Fortunately, Bennett’s nails were always trimmed short to avoid happy accidents of poking himself in the eye or scratching his own skin—it made them the perfect length to work into himself with careful little touches and nudges, not able to hit just the right angle to find his own prostate. Just his luck.
It seemed that he at least knew what he was doing, though—Ajax wasn’t sure if it suggested that Bennett had this kind of experience already, but he knew exactly what the other’s luck was like. When it came down to it, he wouldn’t have been surprised if that bad luck had landed him in situations just like this before, though perhaps not exactly with a boyfriend he’d professed to love more than once.
The thought made something ugly and possessive rise up in the back of the Harbinger’s mind, and rather than dwell on it or question Bennett over it, he decided to act, instead. He’d turn this into something good, despite his own initial unawareness.
Before he’d even fully pulled his fingers out to let Childe know when he was ready, though, Ajax was moving up his body once more, unable to keep his mouth off of him, distracting him from the inconvenience with kisses—and after a long moment, the press of the head of his cock against Bennett’s hand, encouraging the adventurer to take his length in his grasp, guiding him to the now-marginally-better-prepared entrance.
Ravenous, he swallowed Bennett’s gasp the minute it left his lips all while thriving on just how warm Bennett felt, and the first time he left his mouth unattended it was just to sit back and relish the sight of watching that slender body take every last inch of his cock.
Maybe the bastards passing stories around Fatui campfires really were onto something.
Bennett had asked him not to stare, but how could he not, when the other was glowing under him? How could he not drink in the sight like it was Firewater, enough to keep him warm through the coldest Snezhnayan night? His fingers worked reverently down Bennett’s side, his other hand bending one leg up so he could kiss the inside of his knee. Impatient as he may have been, he could tell that the other was struggling to adapt to the feeling of being stuffed and stretched, so he waited until Bennett’s breath evened out a little before he planned on making his next move. For now, he could admire.
“You’re beautiful, Benny.”
Bennett’s luck in finding his own prostate may have been nonexistent, but Childe was always naturally good at searching things out. There was a reason he worked as a debt collector for the bank in his spare hours. Right as Bennett opened his mouth to protest the praise, Childe snapped his hips forward to bury himself the rest of the way, finding it in one, smooth thrust.
Instead of the protest of such flattery that he might have mustered normally, the only thing that left Bennett’s lips was a startled, shaking moan as his cock twitched in pure reaction, dripping precum down his belly. Childe lifted the already bent knee over his shoulder, and made a point of repeating that motion quickly enough to rock the younger man up the bed, not allowing him a moment to adjust to the first wave of pleasure that coursed through him.
Maybe he’d been on to something with this ‘lube’ thing. Childe would have to find something a little more appropriate than slime remains, but it was certainly serving its purpose, making each movement a little easier as Childe’s rocked into him again. The sound was lascivious, shameless in how Childe made it echo between them. Bennett’s ass was softer than he’d expected, too— it bounced against the slap of his hips, and Ajax spared no expense in making sure one hand grasped the soft flesh, spreading Bennett even wider so he could press into him even further.
At some point, Bennett might have tried to say something against him cumming inside, but both of them were too far gone for such little details to matter. Ajax could feel the sting of short-trimmed nails against his arm, and then against his shoulder as well, pulling him closer. He wanted to drink his cries, but keeping Bennett’s leg up kept him from getting close enough, so he would settle on bathing in them as they echoed out around him until all at once, he could feel Bennett squeeze him tight. Seeing his boyfriend paint his own chest in his cum was enough to finish Childe off if the grip of his body hadn’t been, and he pressed deep to fill Bennett with his own seed.
It took a few moments, without a drop wasted, before Childe pulled out and collapsed down on the bed next to Bennett, rubbing circles into part of the other’s stomach where Bennett had managed to not make a mess of himself. The gesture was slow and affectionate enough that it suggested something else entirely. Though he hardly wanted to ruin the afterglow and he’d barely caught his breath, Bennett turned over onto his side, giving Ajax a tired, hesitant look. It seemed Ajax’s earlier questions had left Bennett full of his own. “…You… know guys like me can’t get pregnant, right Ajax?”
Childe only returned the look with a low, cocky smirk while his fingers trailed up the inside of Bennett’s thigh, collecting every drop of spilled cum there to push it slowly into that well-fucked hole between his cheeks. “Not with that attitude, you can’t. We’ll make it work.”