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“Hey, beautiful, why the long face?”
Normally, Kaeya’s amorous tone would’ve made you roll your eyes, but his playfulness is a welcome comfort as you slide yourself into his table. You try to ignore the raucous laughter of the other patrons—fully knowing Angel’s Share was packed with the same people you've been stuck with for over two weeks. Alas, not even your first day off in a while can dispel the fatigue that’s accumulated in your system.
“Charles! One gin and tonic over here, please?”
Your gaze snaps towards Kaeya, who immediately settles back into his chair—a mug of beer that’s about half full resting on the table.
“It’s for you,” he says, cheeky smile and all. “Even Jean was amazed by the, ah, patience you exhibited over the last fortnight. I’d say you deserve a treat.”
“Thanks,” you tell him gruffly before stealing the rest of his drink—downing it in one fell swoop. Kaeya suppresses a laugh when you cringe from the aftertaste, but refrains from teasing, thank the Seven.
He leans back in his chair, that glittering blue eye of his observing the foreigners crowding the tavern. You unknowingly do the same, just with more distaste imbued in your expression compared to Kaeya’s.
Assignments that involve public relations are your forte. You’ve dealt with enough foreigners to last a lifetime, all things considered. You know which strings to pull when it comes to buttering them up in favor of Mondstadt, regardless of who they might be but it isn’t the Fatui delegates crawling all over the city that makes this job such a pain in the ass.
“Say, how’s the Harbinger?” Kaeya perks up with a hint of a smirk. “Last I heard, he was trying to get you to spar with him in the main plaza.”
You grimace “Why do you ask?”
The captain shrugs. “You obviously don’t mind him being a nuisance if you’re here despite the fact that the Snezhnayans are celebrating. What a responsible chaperone!”
At the reminder, your eyes instinctively rove around the tavern—searching for a mop of bright orange hair the same way you’d look out for woodland predators. He doesn’t usually bother you once you’ve escorted him and his men back to the Goth Grand Hotel, but your Childe senses are tingling. He’s the sort of man that won’t let his subordinates have fun without him, so even if you don’t immediately spot him in the crowd, something tells you he might just pop out of nowhere tonight.
“Whatever,” you tell Kaeya dismissively, folding your arms together. “I’m not about to let these guys get in the way of my fun.”
“You don’t look like you’re having that much fun, though.” Kaeya shakes his head, and you feel his hand slide across your thigh. “On the night before your special day, no less. Maybe we should rectify that, hm?”
You don’t know which flusters you more—the fact that Kaeya actually remembers your birthday, or the feel of his warm fingers against your tight uniform trousers. You’re used to him being a big tease, but Kaeya isn’t usually this frisky in public. Unless he’s feeling…
“Did someone order a gin and tonic?”
Possessive.
The sound of that infuriatingly chipper voice grates at your nerves more than it should, but you don’t let the irritation show. Instead, you flash Childe—who’s holding the drink Kaeya ordered for you, Archons know why—a wide grin. Regardless of everything he’s put you through for the last two weeks, you’re technically still on-duty. You are not going to risk diplomatic relations between Mondstadt and Snezhnaya all because of a ginger with no concept of personal space.
“Master Childe,” you greet him as he slides your cocktail on the table, discreetly prying Kaeya’s hand off your leg. “What brings you to Angel’s Share? Sergei told me you usually go hunting before bed.”
“Hm?” Childe smiles almost wickedly, pulling out one of the vacant chairs before seating himself in yours and Kaeya’s company. “Who’s to say I’m not the prowl tonight, little bird?”
You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes.
Childe is, for lack of a better word, unpredictable. He might’ve been sent here under the guise of statesmanship, but it doesn’t take a genius to know that he’s more unhinged than a diplomat should be. It’s easy for the man to charm his way into the good graces of the Knights, but none of your superiors are fools. They know exactly what Childe is capable of doing, and that’s why you took this assignment much more seriously than you did others.
But even if the Eleventh Harbinger can fell entire nations when he feels like it, the short time you’ve spent with Childe made you realize that he isn’t just a monster waiting for his master’s orders.
He’s also a shameless goddamn flirt, and now you’re forced to cater to both Childe and Mondstadt’s most renowned philanderer, Kaeya Alberich. So much for a peaceful birthday’s eve.
“Oh, hello, Captain. Didn’t see you there,” the Harbinger chirps as he props his elbows on the table, setting his chin atop laced fingers.
“Greetings to you, too, Harbinger,” Kaeya greets him back with a sharp smile. “You’re not out here plotting world domination, are you?”
“Don’t we all do that in our spare time?” Childe laughs. “Funny how you say that when I’m actually here to establish an alliance between the Tsaritsa, and your beloved Knights of Favonius.”
The captain doesn’t look convinced. “Hm. With your reputation, I assumed you’d be more well-equipped for jobs that require more bloodshed. Are they sure that sending you here as a diplomat isn’t a waste of time and resources?”
You shoot Kaeya a scowl that he obviously doesn’t mind receiving.
Is he trying to dismantle the fruit of your hard work right in front of you? Does he have any idea how difficult it was to watch this man’s temper?! You had to keep Childe from skewering poor Favonius squires whenever he thinks they’re ‘looking at him funny’ on five separate occasions! At this rate he might just—
“Au contraire. Conference rooms can be even bloodier than warzones, given the right conditions.” Childe grins slyly. “If all I’m good for is to be a killing machine, I never would’ve been hailed as a Harbinger. We’ve already got tons of brutes on our end, but only a select few can actually hold a civil conversation, you know.”
“Oh?” Kaeya smirks. “And you’re saying you’re one of those ‘select few’?”
“Alas, I am. Though I think our beloved guide here believes otherwise.”
Both of their gazes flicker to your stunned form, not having expected Childe to acknowledge you the way he did. You swallow the lump in your throat uneasily. What were you supposed to say?
“Well, this one has been talking about her experiences with the delegation. Some good, others not as pleasant,” Kaeya starts to tell him, and—wait a minute. Is he telling on you?! “The most curious story I’ve heard, though, is about a Harbinger that always gets on the nerves of my favorite colleague.”
You have to keep yourself from screaming, and Childe has the gall to react to Kaeya’s prattling with an airy laugh.
“What can I say? I happen to like keeping her attention on me during our stay. Not all delegates get assigned such lovely chaperones,” he confesses. “But what’s this I hear about her being your favorite colleague?”
To your horror, Kaeya’s hands creep up your thigh once again—deliberately digging his fingers into your flesh. He’s discreet enough that the other patrons won’t notice what he’s up to, but obvious enough to show Childe what was going on. Not wanting to stroke his burning ego with any sort of reaction, you stay perfectly still.
“You tell me. You’re the one who’s had her attention for half a month,” Kaeya challenges, and it almost sounds like he’s sulking. “Though I do believe it’s better if we give a live demonstration.”
That’s it. You can’t take it anymore.
Before Kaeya can continue ratting you out to someone that’s technically on even footing as your boss, you take the cocktail that Childe delivered earlier—letting the mixed drink scorch a bitter path down your throat. Not even the lime slices floating inside can make it palatable to you, but it’s better than having to deal with both of them sober.
“Why do I feel like you’re talking about something completely different?” you say, eyes narrowed before shaking your head. “Actually, don’t answer that. I just want to know why you’re suddenly buddy-buddy when Kaeya insulted you at first sight.”
“You know what they say, the worst of enemies can also be the best of friends,” Childe laughs again. “That, and this isn’t the first time I’ve had some drinks with him.”
“Snezhnayans can give you a run for your money, sweetheart,” Kaeya agrees with a half-hearted chuckle as he finishes what’s left of his drink. His mug is finally empty once he sets it back down on the table. “But who knows? This might just be my way of coaxing confidential information out of you.”
Childe helps himself to what remains of your cocktail, but you’re too absorbed in their conversation to tell him off. “Hm… That might have been true the last time, but you wouldn’t use her for such an underhanded agenda, would you?”
Your face burns when you feel his summer blue eyes back on you.
“Who are you to decide that I won’t?” Kaeya manages a lopsided grin, and you nearly startle when he starts massaging your inner thigh. This fucking guy—
“So you’d do anything to get your hands on Snezhnaya’s darkest secrets?” Childe leans forward and you’re slightly mesmerized by the sight of his bangs falling over his eyes. He looks much more disheveled today, and you can’t decide whether you like that or not.
Kaeya hums. “I don’t know. Would you betray your Archon for such a superficial reason?”
Childe’s eyes widen at Kaeya’s daring question but his surprise morphs into amusement a split second later. He doesn’t immediately answer, though—ordering enough drinks to make a dent in his bank account.
Once Charles drops the first trayful, Childe starts talking.
“First of all, no. I would never betray Her Highness no matter how attractive the leverage might be.” He downs his first shot, face as smooth as butter. “Second, you would never give away the secrets of the Knights even if your life depended on it.”
“True.” Kaeya smirks. “But what’s the point you’re trying to make here, really?”
“My point is…” Childe mirrors his expression, leaning closer to offer you a shot. His eyes smolder with an uncharted emotion; a look that sends a rush of heat spreading across your cheeks.
“We can still have fun without all those stakes, can’t we?”
The night doesn’t quite end there yet. Your companions help themselves to the free-flowing drinks, even offering some to Childe’s subordinates as long as they entertain the three of you with a good story. Unfortunately for you, the two men that have been hounding you for the night banned you from consuming any more drinks.
You’re already swaying from one cocktail and one shot, beautiful. Take it easy, Kaeya said, and you would’ve told him to mind his own business, had it not been for the fact that you don’t really want to black out tonight.
Though, even if you’re slightly tipsy, you’re aware enough of your surroundings to notice when Childe starts casually touching you.
It was just skin brushing against skin at first—knuckles bumping on the table, fingers sliding across your wrist. But as the night grows deeper, and the other Fatui members start to slip and slur all around you, the bolder he becomes.
About five minutes after Childe pulls his seat right next to yours, the Harbinger already has a strong arm draped around your waist—the heat of his body so temptingly easy to lean into. He tells you about what makes gin tastes the way it does, and why it’s perfect to mix with something carbonated. You don’t know how he can possibly talk about something like that while he massages your hip with a gloved hand, but you indulge him regardless.
Kaeya isn’t too far behind himself.
Your odd relationship with him isn’t something you actively flaunt, but neither of you have bothered to keep it under wraps either. So when the cavalry captain starts mouthing at your neck in the middle of a busy tavern, you’re confident that no one will bat an eyelash.
At some point, Kaeya brings up the fact that it’s nearing midnight, and your special day is coming up in just a few minutes. You flash him a ditzy smile in return.
“Why do you keep bringing up my birthday, Captain?” Nudging Kaeya’s leg underneath the table, you let out a soft laugh. “Did you get me a present?”
You half-expect him to say something cheesy. I’d give you the whole world if you asked, birthday girl. But instead of the playful tone you’ve gotten so used to hearing, Kaeya stares at Childe with a knowing look in his eye. Curious, you peer over at the Harbinger, who seems to understand what Kaeya was trying to communicate with just a single glance.
“Say, Master Childe, don’t you think she deserves some recompense for putting up with you?”
The Harbinger laughs, taking another shot with a no-good smile. “You’re quite right about that one, but I’m sure she’s had her fair share of misfortunes in your company, too.”
Kaeya raises his hands in surrender. “Guilty as charged.”
Without warning, Childe tugs you closer to him, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. You can practically feel him grinning when your body trembles at his touch.
How did you even get to this point? You remember feeling absolutely annoyed the moment you saw his face tonight. So why are you filled with sickening anticipation now? You’re a well-respected officer in the ranks of the Knights. You shouldn’t even be seen out here, all moony-eyed for the same man that made your life a living hell for almost two weeks.
It must be the alcohol. Definitely the alcohol.
“So, malyshka, what’s it gonna be?” Childe whispers, and it feels like he’s pouring the words like honey in your ears. When your gaze flickers over to Kaeya as a last resort, the conniving look on his face tells you that you’re completely at their mercy.
“Your place or mine?”
…
Escorting visitors in and out of Goth Grand is practically routine by now. With how often you drop by, you’re well-acquainted with the girls that take the front desk. This is probably the first time that you didn’t get to say hi to whoever’s covering tonight’s shift.
Well, with how Childe and Kaeya quickly maneuver you inside, you suppose there’s hardly any time for pleasantries.
There’s nothing gentle about the way either man touches you the moment you’re in the privacy of Childe’s executive suite. The door practically digs against your spine as Kaeya sprawls you across the vertical surface, pinning your wrists in place as he claims your lips.
Like a viper lying in wait, Childe murmurs sweet-sounding words in a foreign tongue—stringing them together like poetry on your feverish skin. You don’t know how they can even manage the space they’re taking up, but when the Harbinger gropes your ass through your tight trousers, you can’t help but moan into Kaeya’s mouth.
“So receptive,” Childe compliments. “I wonder what sort of sounds you’ll make once we’ve gotten you all wet and ready for us.”
Kaeya momentarily pulls himself away, hushing your mewls in protest with a kiss on your forehead. He then turns to the Harbinger with one side of his lip curled upward.
“Sounds to me like you’ve been looking forward to this for a while now,” he comments as he lazily undoes the buttons of your uniform. “Was this your plan all along?”
“Would you kick me out of my own hotel room if it was?” A low laugh rumbles deep in Childe’s chest as he nudges your thighs apart, and you’re all-too willing to comply. “Don’t get me wrong, malyshka, you’ve been a very stellar host, but…”
Kaeya steps back with an amused grin. “But?”
You feel like you should say something; butt in just to regain any semblance of power over the both of them. But as Childe claims the spot where Kaeya pressed you against the door, your conviction melts the moment his gloved hand cradles your face.
“I couldn’t help but wonder how fucking a pussy like yours would feel like,” he murmurs, lips grazing the cut of your jaw as he pries open the lapels of your dress shirt. “You’ve always been so outspoken; so feisty. Might’ve pictured how your pretty little mouth can take my cock, too.”
His cutthroat honesty sends a guilty thrill through your veins, making you tingle everywhere his skin meets yours. Childe doesn’t waste any time, pushing your stuffy uniform off your shoulders as he practically tears through the rest of your clothes.
“I thought if I teased you enough, you’d let your guard down and let me take you to bed,” Childe continues, and you gasp when he ingerly kneads the spill of your breasts—his cold leather against your fever-pitched skin. “But the means that got me here are much more worthwhile.”
Your lidded gaze snaps to Kaeya in a moment’s notice, and that’s when you realize that he’s seated himself at the edge of the mattress—palming himself through his own trousers.
“Oh, I take no credit for how things turned out tonight,” Kaeya says coquettishly, but you can’t even snap at him for being so coy. Not when he’s slowly hauling his cock out of his pants—the same one he uses to fuck you senseless with on days when you’re feeling particularly pent-up. The captain chuckles as he removes his own gloves with his teeth, tossing them into a heap on the floor along with your clothes.
“After all, I’m a firm believer that everything happens for good reason.”
As Childe strips you down to your underwear, you don’t dare to take your eyes off Kaeya, who languidly pumps his length in a tight fist. He bares his teeth in a teasing smile, telling you how naughty you’re being, lusting over another man when Childe is already sinking to the floor to—
“M-Master Childe?” you startle as he hoists your leg over his shoulder. “You don’t have to do that…”
Childe holds your thighs in a grip that’s meant to bruise, and the sight of such a powerful man on his knees for you sends your blood rushing through your head. The Harbinger peppers the sensitive flesh with fleeting kisses. Ones that fluster you with each press of his sinfully soft lips. When he stares up at you from between your legs, Childe takes the band of your underwear between his teeth in an erotic display, tugging it low enough so he can hook his fingers around the fabric. Clearly, he has no plans on stopping.
“I think you deserve an unforgettable present from me, printessa.”
Archons damn him when he traces the flat of his tongue across your inner thigh, making you instinctively thread your fingers through his lush orange hair. Childe doesn’t make any off-hand remarks of the mess that both him and Kaeya have coaxed between your legs. Instead, he spreads your sopping folds apart with his thumbs—blue eyes never leaving yours as he licks a generous stripe from your entrance to your clit.
You lean your head against the door, stifling every sultry noise that spills past your lips. But while you’re preoccupied with keeping your dignity intact, Kaeya flutters to your side, guiding your hand towards the hard length pressing against his abdomen.
“Good, good girl,” he praises when you wrap your fingers around him, pleasing Kaeya just as much as Childe is pleasing you. “You love it when all the attention is on you, hm?”
As if their minds are completely in sync, Childe eases a finger inside you, and the texture of his gloves against the tight walls of your pussy makes you clench your thighs around his head. He seems to like your reaction though, because Childe is merciless in the way he assaults your clit with the fervor of his tongue.
Kaeya goads you on, murmuring sweet praises against your lips as Childe laps at your cunt like the first meal he’s had in weeks. You can hardly balance yourself anymore—relying on Kaeya to steady you all while you give him the most uncoordinated handjob you’ve ever given, no thanks to the Harbinger murmuring prayers between your legs.
“M-Master Childe, please…” you sigh when he slips another finger into your dripping pussy, curling your leg around him to pull him closer.
Chuckling, the man in question pulls away with spit-slicked lips—eyes gleaming with mischief. “No need to be so formal with me, malyshka. You know I like it better when you put me in my place.”
Before you can even process the undertones of what he just said, Childe curls his long digits inside you, coaxing a long-winded moan that you helplessly stifle with your hand. You can’t help but roll your hips to meet his eager mouth, torching every single nerve ending until your head spins with delight.
“What does it feel to get tongue-fucked by the man who’s been driving you crazy all this time, sweetheart?” Kaeya suddenly whispers, tucking a tuft of hair behind your ear in a blatant show of affection. He’s still so hot and hard in your hand, and you feel another rush of slick trickle out of your cunt and onto Childe’s fingers. “Your thighs are quivering so much for him. I’m a little jealous. You were never this wrecked whenever I ate you out.”
“That’s probably because you spoil her too much,” Childe comments with a sneer. “There has to be enough sexual tension or else, it wouldn’t be a worthwhile fuck.”
“You hear that, sweetheart?” the captain breathes into your ear, chuckling. “This guy says I spoil you too much. Is that true?”
At that point, you can’t even bring yourself to care anymore. Your legs are aching, stomach tying itself into knots because of the gratification that’s just out of reach. The only reason you haven’t slumped to the floor yet is because of Childe’s firm hold on your hips, but even that is starting to chafe at your patience. You don’t care if this goes against everything you’ve been taught since you joined the Knights.
You need to cum. Now.
“Kaeya,” you mewl, using that sweet, desperate voice that never fails to make him lose control. He always talks big about wanting to tease you until you fall apart, but when you come to him willingly, Kaeya can never quite refuse you. “Feels so empty… Want you to fill me up.”
He startles for only half a second before smirking once he realizes what you’re trying to do. “Don’t be like that, beautiful. Weren’t you riding the Harbinger’s face just now? That’s a bit rude of you.”
“Indeed it is,” Childe agrees with a sigh, setting your leg back down on the carpeted floor as he rises to his full height. But once he’s back on his feet, he pulls your hips flush against his—cock straining painfully against his pants. When he beams at you, it’s a look that promises a long-awaited release.
“Why don’t you make it up to me by letting Captain Kaeya fuck you against the door?”
You stare at him, bewildered. If there’s anything you expected Childe would want you to do as an apology, having another man take you while he watches is not one of those things.
Still, the mere idea sends another rush of heat straight through your core.
The alcohol has long buzzed out from your veins, but you still feel as if your blood is made of liquid fire. With how emboldened you are, you brace your palms against the rich mahogany—never mind the fact that some of the hotel staff could just be outside, where they can hear every bit of debauchery occurring in the Eleventh Harbinger’s personal suite.
Like you’ve done so countless times before, you push your ass out for both men’s appraisal, a heady look shadowing your eyes as Kaeya moves to rub his length along the curve of your ass.
Childe breathes out a long, long sigh before taking Kaeya’s old place on the bed—bright blue eyes watching with a predatory gleam.
“Always so willing,” Kaeya murmurs as he braces his hands on your ass, massaging your supple flesh with reverence that should be reserved for gods alone. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you so depraved for me.”
You want to snap at him; to say just fuck me already, but Kaeya robs you of any sort of coherent speech once he slides his thick cock inside you—driving himself up your greedy cunt like it was the first time all over again. A broken moan cracks in your throat as he forces his fingers around the nape of your neck for leverage. You just know that alone is going to bruise come morning, and the thought has you clenching even tighter around him. Kaeya laughs under his breath before snapping his hips with a particularly hard thrust—that’s when you’re sure that there’s no escaping this.
You hear Childe cuss from his front-row seat, jacket undone to show you a glimpse of his toned stomach. From where you’re sneaking swift glances at him, you can see that his size makes his cocky attitude all the more justified. Even as Kaeya slowly starts to pound you against the hotel room’s door, you can’t help but think how far Childe’s dick can stretch you.
“Your eyes are wandering, sweetheart,” Kaeya tuts before gathering your disheveled hair in his fingers, pulling so roughly that your breath hitches in your throat. A soft mewl escapes your lips when his free hand glides up to one of your breasts, rolling your pert nipple between his calloused fingers. He knows exactly what that does to you, and you hate the way you’re enamored by his dexterity.
“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to prep you real good before Master Childe has his way with you.”
Kaeya is relentless when he rams into you, making sure there’s not a single sensitive patch of flesh untouched by his cock. But as vicious as he is, your heart melts all over again when he grabs your chin to pull you in for a kiss.
Nothing is ever completely sweet with Kaeya. It’s all teeth and tongue, and bites and bruises. But that’s exactly what makes you keep coming back to him—again and again. Now, with a ridiculously attractive Snezhnayan serving as your one-man audience, you fear that you’ll never be able to get him out of your system even if you wanted to.
(It’s a good thing that you don’t.)
You babble his name like a solemn prayer, the muscles of your cunt starting to spasm around his cock. You can’t even see Childe anymore—eyes blurry with moisture because of how goddamn good Kaeya is giving it to you. He hushes your quiet sobs, kissing the tears from your eyes as his hips slam against your ass.
“That’s it, beautiful. That’s it,” he doles out in approval, slowing his pace in exchange for deeper thrusts. “Come on my cock. Show the Harbinger what he’s been missing out on.”
Kaeya gives your breasts another willful squeeze before biting down the sensitive skin of your neck. That’s all it takes to push you over the edge, cunt milking him for everything he’s got. The captain hisses through gritted teeth, going completely still when you feel his white hot seed rush deep inside you.
Before you can even come down from that post-coital high, another set of hands pries you away from Kaeya’s loving touch—manhandling you onto the mattress despite still being very much disoriented by that earth-shattering orgasm.
“I should’ve fucked you the moment I laid eyes on you, malyshka,” Childe growls before pulling your hips onto the edge of the bed. When you can finally make sense of what’s happening, you realize that he’s yet to take off his own clothes. But you don’t really have the time to mull over it, given that he’s already slipping himself inside you.
You want to tell him to slow down, but your arousal mixed with Kaeya’s cum makes it embarrassingly easy for Childe to pound your already abused cunt. He doesn’t try to grip onto you possessively like Kaeya had done so earlier. Instead, he pins your body in place as he fucks into you—like his own personal fucktoy.
Is it so bad that it only leaves you wanting more?
There’s something about the crazed look in Childe’s eyes that drives you further up the wall. His Vision glows in response to his vigor, and for a moment, you entertain the thought of him using it for something as shameless as sex. It goes away just as quickly as it comes, though. You know better than most that he’s completely insane, but surely he wouldn’t—
“Don’t go quiet on me now, printessa.” His words are punctuated with a threat that you aren’t sure is real, but when Childe presses his thumb on your sensitive clit, it’s more than enough to snap your attention back to him. “Or are you too fucked out to make a sound? That won’t do. You have more spunk than that.”
You’re only reminded of Kaeya’s presence when he seats himself beside you—a quiet observer as Childe fucks you to an inch of your life. Before you can croak out his name, Childe lowers himself so that his face is leveled with your breasts, sinking his teeth into your unmarred flesh.
“Tightest goddamn pussy you’ve ever fucked, isn’t it?” Kaeya drawls before peppering your face with the lightest of kisses—a stark contrast to the mess Childe is deliberately sowing between your legs. “She’ll never say no to getting manhandled to oblivion, but you have to be gentler if you want to make her cum, Harbinger. ”
Unbelievable. Even now it’s an unspoken rivalry between them. In your lustful haze, you anticipate Childe to dismiss Kaeya’s unsolicited advice and keep chasing after his orgasm with no regard for your own. If you’re being honest, that’s the sort of man you took him to be
But one thing you should’ve known by now is that there’s no shortage of surprises when it comes to someone like Childe.
His hot breath fans against your ear as his powerful thrusts slow into a crawl, fucking into you with a languid rhythm. As if to unintentionally prove Kaeya’s point, you frame Childe’s name around a pitiful whimper, bucking your hips up to meet his.
“That’s my girl,” Childe coos with a gentle laugh, and it gives you a bit of whiplash how quickly he switched from merciless beast to caring lover. You can almost cry.
“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob, wrapping your arms around him in a feeble embrace. “I want it. I want you.”
He casts you a smile that’s a little less teasing, a lot more genuine than the ones he shows you on a normal day. You don’t get to think about why he’s smiling at you like that when he’s balls deep inside you because he’s already glancing at Kaeya the same way he did at the tavern.
“She wants both of us now, Captain,” Childe drones with a playful tone, hips never stuttering despite. “What do you think we should do about that?”
You’re too delirious to fully understand the implications of Childe’s question, but you don’t miss the dangerous grin that Kaeya sends his way. As if a quiet understanding passes between the both of them, Childe gently eases his cock out of your cunt—pacifying you with a deep kiss before you can protest.
“Stay put. You’re already taken so much, sweet thing,” you hear Kaeya murmur reassuringly into your ear, massaging circles into your hips as he helps you sit up. “You think you can handle both of us at the same time?”
At the same time…?
As if having read your mind, you jump at the sensation of something warm and cool sliding between your thighs. It takes you a moment to notice that Childe has conjured up a clump of Hydro out of thin air, making your eyes widen as the disembodied liquid slides along your ass.
“We can stop here if you don’t want to,” the Harbinger says, but he doesn’t sound too thrilled at the prospect. “I can pinky promise that it’ll be worth it in the end, though~”
Kaeya heaves another laugh as he tugs you further onto the bed with him, gently seating you on his lap while minding the bruises that are starting to bloom across your skin. “That’s not how you talk someone into taking two cocks at once, you know.”
Childe scoffs, but there’s surprisingly no hostility when he asks, “Oh? Would you do the honors of convincing her for me, then?”
He doesn’t even need to ask because Kaeya is already grinding your ass against his hardening cock. Each of his movements is uncharacteristically gentle, and you like to think it’s because he’s cutting you some slack. Your body can only withstand so much if you’re going to cater to two insatiable lovers, after all.
“Seems to me like Master Childe wants to claim your ass,” Kaeya murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. “Do you mind if I take off the edge for you first, sweetheart?”
You feel like you should be ashamed of how quickly you nod your head in agreement. You even reach for Kaeya’s cock between your legs, guiding the thick head to your swollen pussy before sinking down with a breathless moan. Your hands are braced on his broad shoulders—the only leverage you’re afforded while you lose yourself to unadulterated pleasure.
As always, Childe makes good use of the time he’s given. While Kaeya lets you ride him at a pace you can actually manage, your skin prickles when you feel the cool glide of Hydro against the cheeks of your ass—teasing your puckered hole before sliding inside of you when you bring your hips down on Kaeya’s dick.
“Does it hurt?” Childe whispers as his hands from behind to massage your tits. You shake your head, gasping as the elemental appendage seems to grow thicker. “It’s much easier to prepare you like this instead of using my fingers. You seem pretty into temperature play, too, huh?”
Kaeya chuckles underneath you, gripping your thighs as he thrusts his hips upward. “You’d be surprised how many times she asked me to make my hands colder while I choke her out.”
The Harbinger whistles. “Kinky. I think I’ll get used to that.”
If you were any more coherent, you would’ve questioned what he just said. Childe is leaving tomorrow, for Archon’s sake. What did he mean he’ll get used to that?
None of your queries are articulated, though. Because once the Hydro energy that Childe is shaping slowly morphs to resemble his own cock, tears start to glisten along your lashes.
These two men will be the end of you. You just know it.
As Kaeya spreads your pussy open, Childe loosens you up with a perfectly practiced technique—like he’s used to manipulating his element into shapes that he definitely won’t need in the battlefield. He’s apparently so good at it that you hardly notice when Childe finally replaces the liquid phallus with his actual length, making your eyes roll back into your skull.
Just like that, you’re speared on two cocks like a bitch in heat, surrendering your autonomy to move in favor of letting these two men use you to their heart’s content. Where Kaeya murmurs sweet nothings into the curve of your wrist, Childe bites the filthiest of words into the crook of your neck. The lovebites they’ve swathed across your skin will take days, if not weeks to disappear, but you’re far too gone to pay them any mind.
Childe and Kaeya time their thrusts in cadence with each other, making sure there’s not a moment that you’re left empty and wanting. Tonight, you’re their princess; their muse, and neither of them will relent until your thighs are dripping with the essence of their arousal.
Contrary to your expectations, they don’t fuck you like complete savages. It seems that Kaeya’s advice has rooted itself into Childe’s mind, and they’ve silently agreed to go at it slow and steady—building up an orgasm that’ll have you craving them again for days.
“I’m close,” you whisper against Kaeya’s mouth, tongue sliding against his in an open-mouthed kiss. Childe’s hands glide up from your hips to your waist before you tilt your head to give him the same treatment, and the Harbinger groans in assent.
“You’re so fucking tight for us, malyshka,” Childe stutters with a breath in disbelief. “It’s like your holes were made for us to fuck alone.”
All you can do is nod in desperate agreement. “Please, please—”
Then, your orgasm crests like a tide in slow motion. Pulling infinitesimally along the shores of being before it rushes back into the ocean, leaving you a boneless heap between your two diligent lovers.
You feel Childe’s cock pulse inside your ass before he paints your insides with hot ribbons of cum, groaning into your neck as he deposits every last drop. And despite the voluptuous look in his eye, Kaeya still manages to crack a teasing grin as he slams his hips upward one last time, coming inside you with even more fervor.
The moments that follow are all a blur to you. It’s been a long night, and you’re pretty sure you’ve been fucked well enough to satisfy you for at least a month. There’s nothing more that you want than to close your eyes and regain the strength that’s been sapped from your body.
But when you feel gentle hands busying themselves to make you more comfortable, you decide to hold on to that last thread of cognizance—watching with detached awareness as both Childe and Kaeya clean you up.
“You alright?” Kaeya asks softly, wiping the evidence of your tryst off your thighs. “We didn’t push you too far, did we?”
You can hear Childe chuckling to himself, patting your cheek softly as he offers you a glass of water. “Doesn’t she look a bit too blissed out to not be alright?”
“Won’t hurt to be sure,” the captain laughs. “Sometimes, she bites off a bit more than he can chew.”
Childe lets you sink into his embrace as you nuzzle his chest. You only realize how scratched up your throat is once you manage to take your first sip of water, but the Harbinger is kind enough to rub your back in soothing circles until you’ve emptied your glass. Right after he places it on the nightstand for you, he plants a soft, chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Happy birthday, printessa,” he whispers, and it’s so unlike the royal pain in the ass you’ve dealt with for two weeks, that the disparity nearly gives you vertigo. “I hope this compensates for all the crimes I’ve committed against you.”
“Shame that you have to leave so soon,” Kaeya sighs, leaning back on the headboard with a dramatic pout. “I think I like how in-sync you are with us.”
At the reminder, you realize that Childe is pretty much still wearing his uniform. Though the fabric is a bit rumpled for obvious reasons, it just occurred to you that he never really took it off.
Eyes narrowed, you ask, “Did you not get naked because you were planning on using your Vision inappropriately all along?”
His blue eyes gleam with amusement. “I thought you’d assume I didn’t undress because I had to leave after, which is also true, but yes—the main agenda was to lube you up with Hydro. What a smart little kotenok.”
If you weren’t so tired, you would’ve rolled your eyes, not even bothering to decipher the meaning of the new pet name.
Once you’re amply rested, and your clothes are back on, you awkwardly stand beside Kaeya in front of the door to Childe’s suite. They’re exchanging final goodbyes, and while you think you should give your own sendoff, the words just won’t come.
It’s a good thing that Childe has more than enough chattiness to go around.
“You know, Harbingers actually get a couple of days off for their birthdays,” he casually tells the both of you with a sly grin. “The other guys don’t really care about things like that, but I do.”
Kaeya hums. “And why are you telling us this?”
Childe breathes a quiet laugh, piercing blue eyes boring into you with a newfound hunger that’s yet to sizzle. For now, he keeps it under wraps. He’s exercised insurmountable restraint since he’s made your acquaintance. What’s two weeks more?
“Hehe. No reason at all.”