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Rarity is beauty, and beauty is something to be chased — if Childe’s never really believed that, he at least understands it now. He grows familiar with the hunt, the thrill of something fleeting, something that makes life worth living. Like the first day of spring, when the air is perfect and still; like when you swing during a bar fight, that split second before your fist hits the other guys face; like—
Like a cam model with the most amazing ass Childe’s ever seen.
It’s the best entertainment money can buy, as far as he’s concerned. And this guy is just rare enough, just out of reach enough that Childe can’t help but make chase.
“Good evening,” Rex__Lapis — or Rex, as his usual viewers call him — is never late, not even by a second. His shows are only once a month, on the second Tuesday, and they start at nine o’clock PM sharp. He logs on, always blinking once or twice at the camera like he’s not sure it’s on. “I hope you’ve all been well.”
honeydvalin: So polite as always, Rex
treasurecarrier: welcome back slut
adeptus69: Very happy now that you’re here gorgeous
tideover346: you look hungry for cock as always rex
Childe has to laugh — Rex does always have this look in his eyes, something unspeakably intense, like he’s looking right through the screen and grabbing them each by the collar, breathing down their necks. That old pick-up line about maps and getting lost in eyes seems apt here. That’s fine; Childe would happily drown in that honey rich hue.
Rex himself is a strangely imposing presence, even through a screen, even given the fact that he’s already naked, sitting back on his bed in a half lounge. His skin is smooth and tanned, so pristine it almost glows, and Childe’s mouth waters when Rex nudges the camera down and gives them a glimpse of his cock, still soft, resting against his thigh. There’s a mole on Rex’s inner thigh that haunts Childe’s dreams — there’s not much more he wants to do than get his mouth on it, to bite down on that soft flesh and leave a mark. Many marks, if he’s being honest.
slimezz: get a better camera already
adeptus69: lmao you gonna pay for it?
slimezz: fuck you
!slimezz has tipped 100 tokens!
“I haven’t done anything yet,” Rex says, eyebrows knitting together in that cute way that Childe loves, the way he likes to imagine Rex looking up at him, all tear-stained eyes, mouth stuffed with cock. Fuck, he’s in deep — Childe leans back against the mess of pillows on his bed and props his laptop up, taking the pressure off the obvious tent in his sweatpants.
Rex is right — he hasn’t even done anything yet but just be, and all of them are salivating, hanging on every tiny movement. Childe runs a hand through his bangs and then makes a beeline for his favorite button.
honeydvalin: Well, here he comes
!harbinger11th has tipped 10,000 tokens!
tresurecarrier: man fuck this guy
adeptus69: Hahah right on cue
Here’s what Childe’s really here for: the way Rex’s lips part and then purse together each time Childe showers him in tips, always ready to one-up anyone else in the stream. He’s got the money for, so why not spend it? Childe is always a bit uncharacteristically quiet in the chat, only a few compliments here and there in between massive amounts of coins. Really, Childe would pay anything to feel that flush of attention, to see the way Rex’s eyes go wide, just for a moment, the surprise that flickers and fades just as quickly.
“Thank you, Harbinger,” Rex says, always so polite and demure. Childe doesn’t type anything back, just smiles to himself and lets himself enjoy the show.
The low-quality video is part of Rex’s charm, Childe thinks — he’s clearly just using a laptop webcam, and he’s a bit clumsy moving it around. The first time Childe stumbled upon Rex’s stream, he was frustrated, cock hard and leaking against his hip. I just need to… Need to fix this, Rex kept repeating, playing with the camera and accidentally edging himself. By the time he came he was almost panting, out of breath and needy. Childe tipped 50,000 tokens and came so hard his head hurt.
Now, Rex tips the camera down to show off his body, from the sharp jut of his collar bones down to the plush tops of his thighs. He never talks much, never asks what they want from him; he just moves, taking his pleasure like he has all the time in the world. Delicate fingers flutter across his nipples and Rex gasps softly, circling the hardened nubs, light pink areolas that darken as he plays with them. Childe runs a thumb across the top of his waistband, his cock starting to strain uncomfortably against the fabric.
Rex whines, and they can see his cock starting to harden, just from that small bit of nipple play. He’s always so sensitive, and always seems so surprised by it, and Childe can’t help but be charmed. Pink washes down Rex’s chest in a cascade as he tweaks his nipples, bites at them with his fingernails, plucks and twists them until they grow red from attention.
Pain slut, someone in the chat suggests and — oh, isn’t that a thought. Rex, decorated with painful nipple clamps, a delicate gold chain threaded between them, just long enough for Childe to tug at, to pull him closer, to watch his cock leak and his eyes water.
“Fuck…” Childe exhales shakily, shoving his pants down and thumbing across the head of his dick, smearing the wetness there.
“Hm,” Rex makes a small, thoughtful noise, and Childe thinks, half-delirious already, that Rex can see him somehow, can see how needy and turned on Childe already is. But that’s just Childe’s own delusion — in reality, Rex is moving his attention from his nipples down the taut line of his stomach, then further down, ghosting right past his cock to palm at his balls. He rolls them around in his palm, tugs on them a bit perfunctorily before brushing a dry finger against the rim of his ass, still out of sight.
(If Childe had a dollar for every time someone in the chat spammed show ass slut — well, he wouldn’t need the money anyway, but he’d have it.)
“Patience,” Rex mumbles, but the furrow of his brow betrays his own frustration. He re-adjusts, turning to lay on his side with his ass facing the camera, the perfect view to watch him finger himself. Rex has the most perfect ass Childe’s ever seen — immaculately round and pert, just large enough that if Childe were to grab him with both hands, there would still be soft flesh spilling out between his fingers. The second night Childe ever tunes in, Rex spanks himself until his entire ass is glowing red and sore, until he’s panting and writhing against the sheets with each strike down of his hand. Still, he never stops, never wavers until he comes just from the shock of his palm against his ass.
There’s some clumsy off-camera noises, the conspicuous sound of a lube bottle clicking open, and Rex’s hand returns to frame, two fingers sliding down the cleft of his ass and sinking into his hole. Rex visibly exhales, moving his hand in a curve to shallowly fuck himself.
tideover346: two right away? fuck that’s good
tideover346: fuck yourself open for me
aromacchill: wanna fuck that hole so bad
honeydvalin: Someone’s eager tonight
There is something different in the way Rex is moving tonight, the too-rough way he fingers himself, pressing in a third finger before he’s properly ready and fucking himself so hard the palm of his hand squelches against his ass, making a desperate, messy sound. The chat eats it up — never seen him so hot for it, fuck — and Childe is mesmerized, leaning forward and stroking his cock in slow, even movements. Rex is shaking, moving in short bursts, like small avalanches are rocking through his body with each movement of his hand. His face moves in and out of frame, and when he looks up, Childe can see the fucked-out, frustrated look in his eyes.
Oh — it isn’t enough for him. Childe makes a split-second decision.
harbinger11th: Rex
harbinger11th: You should do a private show
aromachill: wait wait no
tideover346: I can’t afford that shit
honeydvalin: But harbinger can
harbinger11th: Say the word beautiful :)
Childe knows Rex has seen his message from the way his hands stall, slipping out of his hole with an obscene pop! Rex’s head peeks up over the curve of his thighs on the screen, but he doesn’t say anything yet, just watches the chat move with a curious look in his eye.
Now or never, right?
!harbinger11th has tipped 750,000 tokens!
Rex’s eyes shoot up his forehead, eyes going wide and— “How does one set up a private show, exactly?
Got him.
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The rest of Rex’s viewers may hate Childe forever (and it takes more than a few minutes to walk Rex through how to make his show private) but it’s all perfectly, deliciously worth it when the viewer count does down to “1” and it’s only the two of them. Childe’s stomach flips giddily — that feeling that Rex is looking through the screen directly at him isn’t just Childe’s imagination anymore. It really is just them, two screens separated by the hundreds of miles Childe imagines between them. Arousal churns hot and eager in Childe’s gut. So close and yet so far — the challenge of it is its own kind of intoxication.
“Well,” Rex starts. There’s a conspiratorial smile on his face. “I think you’ve got me right where you want me, Mr. Harbinger.”
harbinger11th: You’re adorable :)
harbinger11th: Just call me Childe
Shit. He meant to say a fake name, or maybe even Ajax — no one outside his family really calls him that anymore — but the rational part of Childe’s brain is apparently choked of all life, all the blood rushing to his dick instead the second that Rex laughs, a small chuckle.
“I have a feeling that is your real name,” Rex says, leaning back on the bed. He’s still half-hard, and a bit of precome drips down the head of his cock, gathering in the curve of his hip. “In that case, I will tell you that Rex is not my real name. It’s Zhongli.” He runs a hand down his chest while Childe practices saying his name, repeating it like a prayer. “A friend advised me to use a pseudonym, but I don’t really care for it.”
harbinger11th: Your friend is smart
harbinger11th: But your secrets safe with me ;)
Rex — or, Zhongli, Childe’s mind corrects — is a particular kind of enchanting, the kind of person that seems ageless and unreachable — the exact kind of person Childe likes to watch in their most private moments. Zhongli falls back on the bed, running slender fingers across his body, teasing his sensitive nipples, playing with the precome that drips down his shaft, stroking himself back to hardness. He seems focused but frustrated, reaching down a second hand to play with his balls while he pulls on his cock, and it’s only when he lets out a particularly sinful moan that Childe remembers why he wanted this private show in the first place.
harbinger11th: You seem more pent up than usual, you’re never so vocal
“Oh, I’m—” Zhongli blinks, face going pink as his hands still. His hands pull off his cock, stroking down his thighs instead in a way that almost looks nervous. “I suppose I am.”
harbinger11th: Dont get me wrong its sexy as hell. I could come just listening to you
harbinger11th: Could listen to you whimper all day sweetheart
harbinger11th: But I thought I could help out :)
Zhongli swallows hard, throat bobbing, and he looks toward the camera in a way that has Childe leaning forward, sinking into honey eyes. He’s gone the second Zhongli breathes out, “Well then, I’m all yours.”
Childe’s self-control, hanging on by a thin, thin thread, snaps all at once, and he strokes down his dick hard, palming at his balls the same way Zhongli had been just a minute ago. It’s hard to type one-handed like this, but Zhongli is looking at the camera with an expectant out, and Childe manages to type do you have any toys?
He does, of course — Childe knows this. But Zhongli must understand what Childe means, because he nods sharply, leaning half off the bed, giving the camera a nice view of his ass, hole still pinked up and dripping with lube. When he returns, he’s holding a large, life-like dildo.
harbinger11th: fuck yes thatll do. sink down on it nice and slow
harbinger11th: and remind me to buy you more toys, you deserve it
“Yeah?” Zhongli huffs out a laugh, moving to pull a thigh against his chest, giving himself — and the camera — perfect access to his ass, his still-stretched hole. He chokes down a whine as he sinks two fingers in, moving them as wide as he can, stuffing the third finger in without fanfare. Whatever’s got Zhongli riled up is crawling back up his spine now, a low tremble that builds under his skin and leaves him shaking as he lubes up the silicone cock, adjusting his legs so he can press the head to his rim. The wet kiss of it is so loud that Childe can hear it even through the shitty laptop speakers, and he groans, gripping the base of his cock hard as Zhongli’s hole eagerly mouths at the large dick, swallowing it as Zhongli slowly presses it in.
Slow sweetheart, thats it, Childe types — but Zhongli looks lost to the world, eyes half-lidded as he slowly feeds the cock in, rocking his hips down to help ease it along. Small, punched-out moans drip from his lips with each movement, and the stretch of it is obvious, even after the time spent fingering himself. He’s already stretched so wide, hole red and wet, but Childe can’t help imagining him stretched even wider, whimpering and squirming on a massive cock, or kept stuffed and wanting around a huge plug, or—
harbinger11th: fuck baby
harbinger11th: wanna see you stuffed with all kinds of cute toys
harbinger11th: love how needy you get
Zhongli manages a wobbly smile, even as he sinks down on the last two inches of the dildo, gasping when his ass finally meets the base. His legs are trembling as he re-adjusts, pulling himself into a sitting position, with the dildo poised for him to ride. “I’m—hah, n-not sure I’ve been called that before,” he mumbles, running shaking hands down his thighs, scratching thin, pink lines on unblemished skin. He moves a bit, lifting up off the cock and then falling back down, fucking himself shallowly, exhaling like he’s just remembered how to breathe. “It’s been—a-a while.”
It’s hard for Childe imagine someone as gorgeous as Zhongli going through a dry spell, but to the victor goes the spoils, and Childe is happy to reap the rewards. Zhongli lifts himself up, falling down onto the cock with a loud gasp, pressing his hands against his stomach, teasing his nipples, stroking his cock — he plays with himself like a finely-tuned instrument, clever fingers knowing exactly where to press to rile himself up further, until he’s bouncing up and down with abandon.
Somehow, Childe knows that’s not what he needs.
harbinger11th: wait stop moving
harbinger11th: just sit on it, grind down on it
harbinger11th: pretend its my cock
Zhongli lets out a frustrated whine, but his hips stop almost instantly, thighs spreading as he sinks down that impossible bit further on the dildo. There’s a knife’s edge of neediness in his voice as he cries out, hips twisting down and head dropping against his chest. “I-I’m not opposed to that,” he breathes out, voice like the sweetest purr in Childe’s ear.
Yeah? Childe types with one hand, the other stroking up and down his cock, slow teasing movements. He doesn’t want to come, not before Zhongli has, but it’s hard to hold back — there’s something sharp and possessive growing in his gut, thorns poking through his self-restrained. show me how youd move.
Zhongli’s eyes glint orange in the low light, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. Maybe he likes a challenge as much as Childe does, because he watches the camera with half-lidded eyes and moves his hips in a small circle, slow and purposeful. Zhongli usually keeps his long hair out of sight in a long ponytail, but now it’s fallen in front of his shoulder, strands sticking to the sweat on his neck, bangs plastered to his forehead. His skin is almost shimmering with sweat, chest heaving as he sucks in gulps of humid air. Childe curls his fingers beneath the head of his cock and imagines himself tugging on Zhongli’s ponytail, so hard it hurts, using it like a rein to pull Zhongli back on his cock.
Childe valiantly keeps his hands steady enough to tip another 10,000 coins, then grips the base of his dick tight enough to stave off his orgasm, feeling precome drip over his knuckles. Fuck, this guy is going to be the death of him.
“Are you touching yourself?” Zhongli’s voice is too calm, steady and solid even as his skin flushes and his eyes go hazy. “I want you to, I want you to—fuck—” It’s the first time Zhongli’s cursed all night — one of the only times since Childe’s started watched him, actually — and his head falls forward, body going tense as his hips work furiously on the dildo, grinding in small, concentrated thrusts. How full does he feel, Childe wonders — is this the usual play for him, or something special? It must be scratching that itch inside him perfectly, because Zhongli’s eyelashes are wet with tears and he braces himself against the bed, fingers curling in the sheets to give him that small bit of leverage to grind down. Childe can’t help but urge him on with hastily-typed messages, dirty wishes whispered out lout to himself in the dark of his own room. Keep goin baby you look so good,so full for me so desperate.
Childe’s seen Zhongli orgasm countless times now — around his own fingers, milking himself while stroking his cock with harsh, wet strokes; with his nipples assaulted by bullet vibrators, a gift from a viewer; with the camera fixed on his ass after a night opening himself up. But this time is different, because it’s just for him, for Childe’s eyes only.
“Fuck—c’mon,” Childe runs a shaking hand up his own chest, feeling his nipples hard through the his thin t-shirt fabric. He’s so close, so deliriously turned on watching Zhongli lose himself, looking like a tableau from Childe’s wildest dreams as he shakes apart.
“I—” Zhongli’s voice pitches up to a rare whine, and he goes rigid, hips bucking in small, uncontrolled thrusts, legs trembling as his thighs clamp together. His cock twitches, painting his lower stomach in white, and Childe watches it drip down the side of his cock, the massive cock inside Zhongli still milking him even as he goes still, eyes squeezed shut, head lolling to the side.
When Zhongli finally opens his eyes, he’s peering through a curtain of brown hair, and his eyes look like the color of melted honey candy. “Childe,” he breathes out. “Did you come?”
Childe almost does — he almost gives in, letting the crackle of electricity at the base of his spine send him over the edge. But he holds out, gripping the base of his cock harsh in one hand, typing a new message with the other.
harbinger11th: not yet baby fuck you look so good
harbinger11th: i want you to give me another one i know you can
harbinger11th: come for me again
“Ha—I’m not sure I—” Zhongli’s hips move before he even finishes his thought, mind betrayed by his body. His eyes goes hazy once more, mouth dropped open and drool sliding down the swell of his bottom lip as he pants, half-limp cock twitching valiantly back to life. Childe’s not sure if Zhongli can even read the chat like this, but he keeps typing, all the frantic compliments he wishes he could say to his face — i could watch you for ever, one more, come for me again, please baby, please for me — and it’s only the small smile that plays at the corners of Zhongli’s lips that tell Childe he’s catching some of it.
Zhongli reaches down to stroke himself, whole body trembling like he’s suddenly too big for his skin. And maybe it’s this that makes Zhongli so intoxicating to Childe — seeing someone so magnetic and preternaturally proper fall to pieces, to take something in his hands and watch it break apart. Childe’s swallows a mouthful of saliva and strokes himself in time with Zhongli, both of their hands moving with harsh, wet strokes.
It doesn’t take long — Zhongli comes first, voice hitching up to a wail as he throws his head back and comes. It’s a strange orgasm, just a few pearls of white dripping from his cock and down his shaft. He must be overstimulated to hell and back, because the second after he comes he pulls himself up on shaky knees to pull the dildo out, and then collapses back on the bed in a pile of sweat and loose limbs.
“Shit—” Childe gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he strokes himself with one hand, rolling his other palm across the slick head of his cock. He comes with a violent yell, veins in his neck tensing and hips rolling up into his hand, come streaking across his hand and dripping through the gaps in his fingers. For a minute, Childe can hardly breathe.
“—illde? Childe, are you with me?”
When he comes to, Childe finds Zhongli is alert once more, eyes peering through camera. He looks fucked out and red-faced but more together than Childe feels, and — oh, he’s tapping on the camera to make sure Childe can still see him. Fuck this guy is stupid cute. Childe hastily wipes his hand on his sheets, wincing at the thought of having to wash them before he can sleep.
harbinger11th: I’m here I’m here
harbinger11th: had to recover a bit ;) and clean up
harbinger11th: fuck that was amazing. youre amazing
Zhongli exhales, looking a bit pleased with himself. “I’m glad. You were right I did—I needed a bit of a release, I think.”
harbinger11th: well you know where to find me, I’m always more than happy to help
harbinger11th: dont let me forget about buying you some nice toys, send me a list
“I will,” Zhongli nods, smile playing across his lips. His eyes dart around the room, maybe realizing the mess he’s made with the lube and mussed up sheets and hastily-discarded dildo. He probably doesn’t know how to end a private show — actually, Childe doesn’t really know either. Zhongli is the first cam model he’s ever been so infatuated with.
harbinger11th: I won’t keep you
harbinger11th: thanks for a great show beautiful
!harbinger11th has tipped 200,000 tokens!
Zhongli brushes fingers through his hair, looking as nervous as Childe’s ever seen him. “Of course, I don’t want to be rude… but I should clean up.” He nods, like he’s just made up his mind. What a strangely formal guy. “Thank you again. If you do decide to purchase something for me, I will use it in my next stream. Look forward to it.”
Childe suddenly feels like he’s swallowed sandpaper. I will, fuck, absolutely I will, he types, and he catches the ghost of a smile on Zhongli’s face before the screen goes blank. And all Childe’s left with a pounding heartbeat, dirty sheets, and visions of honey and amber.
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