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“How expensive are these mushrooms again?” Childe asks as he trots after Xiangling and Lumine. He’s supposed to be paying attention to their surroundings, watching for hilichurls and other dangers, but his eyes are fixed on Lumine’s skirt where it brushes back and forth against the tops of her boots. Every so often, the wind catches the hem, flicking it up and giving him the perfect glimpse of her bloomers.
It takes everything in him not to quietly drag her away from Xiangling, to push her against the thick trunk of a nearby tree, wedge his hips between her thighs, and kiss her senseless.
“Very expensive,” Xiangling replies. “Millions of mora expensive. And they’re growing here!” She practically vibrates with excitement, skipping ahead of him and Lumine.
They descend deeper into Tianqiu Valley, skirting the edges of it to avoid the Fatui forces patrolling the area, and make their way toward the ruins and the surrounding lake. Childe itches for a fight, but he doesn’t particularly want to explain to anyone, least of all the Tsaritsa, why he’s beating up his own forces in the company of the Traveler. She tolerates his mixed loyalties to his wife and his husband, another Archon at that, but he doesn’t have any desire to test her patience. Even for a good fight.
He can get a better fight out of Lumine anyway. Idly, as Xiangling pushes beneath bushes at the edge of the lake, he wonders if he can convince Zhongli to join one of his weekly fights with Lumine. Probably not. The former Geo Archon already refuses to fight him out of some misplaced sense of fairness; adding Lumine to the mix would tip the odds too far out of Childe’s favor.
And yet Childe craves that imbalance. Craves Zhongli’s polearm snapping against his throat as Lumine’s sword slices along his side. They’d be so beautiful, faces flushed with the heat of battle—they are so beautiful. Nothing is better than clashing with them—except dragging their bodies under his in the darkest hours of the night, except pulling sweet groans from their lips as he plies their bodies with his own.
He shudders. Arousal coils tight in his belly, sweet and thick. Childe rocks back on his heels and then prowls toward Lumine. Xiangling is still buried under a bush as he lifts his hand. Lets it wander down Lumine’s spine between her shoulder blades.
With a hiss, she shoots him a look. “What are you doing?” she whispers harshly.
“Touching you.” He gives her his most innocent look which, he’s sure, is not innocent at all. He wants to drag his hand firmly down her naked spine, wants her arching into him as he buries himself in the sweet heat between her thighs. If Xiangling wasn’t here, he’d give into that desire and take Lumine up against a tree.
Unfortunately, Xiangling is very much here.
“Found them!” Xiangling crows.
Childe settles his hand on the small of Lumine’s back, rubbing his thumb back and forth over her laces. “The million mora mushrooms?” he asks.
“The million mora mushrooms!” Xiangling wriggles out from under the bush, her hands cupped together. Clambering awkwardly to her feet, she bounds over to Lumine and Childe, thrusting her hands at them.
They peer at the mushrooms in her hands. Small. Fat. White speckled with faint blue splotches. Covered in dirt. To Childe, they don’t look like anything special. He was hoping they’d at least look like dicks so he could make a joke. They don’t.
“These are really worth millions of mora?” he asks, rolling his shoulders back, bored.
Maybe he should pick a fight with the Fatui nearby. There’s an Anemoboxer vanguard just over the next hill. They’re always fun.
“Even the littlest one—” Xiangling holds up a tiny button of a mushroom, no bigger than the nail on Childe’s pinky finger. “—is probably worth a million and a half.”
He eyes the mushroom. Eyes Xiangling. Feels the weight of Lumine’s gaze on him.
And then he snatches the mushroom from Xiangling’s fingers.
“No!” she gasps, lunging at him.
He pops it in his mouth before she can steal it back, chewing and swallowing. It tastes like dirt, like earth—a bit like Zhongli, really. Richly meaty, a little brothy. It’s good, but he can’t imagine it’s millions of mora good.
And then Lumine’s hand connects with the back of his head. The pain is minor, all things considered. “You absolute asshole,” she snaps.
“What?” He swings his gaze from Lumine to Xiangling, who is either on the verge of tears or murder, he can’t tell. Oh. “There are more, right?” he offers.
Quickly tucking her remaining mushrooms in a pouch at her hip, Xiangling scowls at him. “That,” she tells him, “was really stupid of you. Plenty of mushrooms are poisonous.”
“Sure, but you’re going to cook with these.”
“Plenty are poisonous before they’re cooked.”
He pales. “Oh.” Swallows. Wonders if his throat feels a little tight or if he’s just making that up. Is he going to die? If he’s going to die, he’s going to do it with Lumine under him. Is that morbid? It’s a little morbid.
“You’re lucky,” Xiangling continues. “These are just aphrodisiacs before they get cooked down.”
Childe pales more. “I’m sorry, what?” he asks, stymied.
At his side, Lumine also goes pale. She rakes her hand down her face and mutters something he can’t quite hear but that sounds suspiciously like “Fuck my life.”
The look on Xiangling’s face is wickedly smug, as though she’s glad he’s fucked himself over. She probably is. Built in revenge for him snacking on one of her million mora mushrooms. “They’re aphrodisiacs. It’s not just the taste that has them going for millions of mora.” She crosses her arms, a smirk playing across her lips. A smirk that fades when she glances at Lumine.
“Yeah,” Lumine drawls. “Won’t you think of me and Zhongli?”
Xiangling pulls a face. “I’d rather not. But don’t worry! It won’t last long! Only six to twelve hours.”
“Only,” Lumine says, but Childe doesn’t think that’s bad at all. The passion brew lasts longer than that, and though they don’t have a set night to indulge in the brew anymore, they certainly still do.
A slow grin pulls across his face. Xiangling makes a disgusted sound, but he ignores her, rounding on Lumine. “We should get home, then, shouldn’t we?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.
She scowls at him. “I should lock you out of the apartment and let you suffer.”
“You wouldn’t be so cruel.” He leans over her shoulder, brushing his lips against her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so good,” he croons. “Better than when Zhongli was in rut.”
A shiver runs through her. “Bold words,” she murmurs back to him.
Laughing, he pulls away from her.
Xiangling, nose wrinkled, turns back to her bushes. “The least you can do,” she says, “is help me find more mushrooms before you get so horny you can’t think.”
So Childe and Lumine get on their hands and knees—leaving Childe to wonder if the mushrooms have already hit his stomach. Seeing Lumine bent over, reaching beneath the bushes on the edge of the shoreline… All he can think about is curving over her back, pushing her skirt over her hips, and fucking her until she screams. But in his defense, that’s usually what he thinks about when she bends over.
Together, they find a handful more of the little mushrooms. Xiangling leaves Tiangiu Valley with a small fortune in fungus. Childe leaves with an aching dick and a wife who scowls at him all the way home. But as soon as they’re at their apartment door, he crowds her against it, bracing his arms against the door on either side of her head. He leans over her, grinning. “I get you to myself for another hour,” he says as he dips his lips toward hers.
She pushes half-heartedly at his chest, still scowling even now. “You’re milking this for all it’s worth.”
Rocking his hips against hers, he rubs the proof of his aching need against her belly. “I’ve been hard for the past two hours.”
“You’ll live. You’ll—”
A door clicks open.
Childe has the decency to draw away from Lumine’s hips, but he keeps one arm pressed against the door, leaning over her possessively. The little old lady who recently moved in next to them frowns at them both as she emerges from her apartment.
“Mrs. Shen,” Childe says warmly. “So nice to see you.”
Mrs. Shen’s eyes narrow. “You’re home early,” she says, and Childe hears the unspoken accusation in her words. They’re home early—to fuck. To be loud and noisy. To be menaces.
The HOA hates them. So does Mrs. Shen.
Maybe, he thinks, they should invest in gags.
But making Lumine scream, screaming for her and Zhongli, that’s half the fun. Even more fun is getting Zhongli to give them more than quiet little gasps and groans.
His cock twitches in his pants.
Ah, but Mrs. Shen is waiting for a reply.
“Snezhnayan holiday,” he lies smoothly.
Lumine huffs. He can feel her eyes rolling.
“Mr. Shen and I are departing for Qingce tomorrow to visit family,” Mrs. Shen says, rather abruptly.
“Oh, that’s so lovely,” Lumine says, taking a step forward. Childe casually hooks his fingers into the ribbons of her bodice, forestalling her forward progress. “I’ve been to Qingce.” She was there with Childe just three days ago, fighting the oceanid. Getting fucked silly after beating it, when her soaking wet dress was plastered to her pretty breasts. His cock aches, and he resists the very strong urge to run his hand down the length of it. “It’s a wonderful village.” She pauses. Ventures, “Will you be leaving early?”
“Very.” Mrs. Shen adjusts her purse on her shoulder, a withering gaze moving between Childe and Lumine.
“We’ll be sure to be extra quiet tonight,” Lumine promises her.
Childe immediately thinks about all the ways he can make her scream. Pulling her cunt to his mouth, fucking her mercilessly with their vibrator, putting her between his body and Zhongli’s. So many options on offering to him. He wants all of them.
Mrs. Shen sniffs delicately. “You youngsters. So rambunctious.”
A lazy, hungry grin spreads across Childe’s face. Rambunctious sure is one word for them.
Lumine flushes. “Truly, we are so sorry to disturb you.”
Mrs. Shen’s eyes narrow once more. Childe can guess what she’s thinking: if Lumine were really sorry, she’d stop screaming Childe and Zhongli’s names at two in the morning while they pound into her.
“Well,” Mrs. Shen says. She gives them both a nod. “Enjoy your… holiday.”
Childe’s grin spreads wider. “Oh, I plan on it.”
Mrs. Shen disappears down the hallway, and Childe drags Lumine through their apartment door.
Kicking the door shut, he shoves her up against the wall. His fingers delve into her hair and then his mouth is on hers, hard and demanding. His teeth drag against her lips, biting into them. When she whimpers, he soothes his nips with long, slick strokes of his tongue. Then he dips his tongue into her mouth. Holding her head tightly, he makes wicked demands of her mouth, coaxing her tongue past her lips and into his mouth in turn.
His hips rock against her, dragging his cock against her belly. The drag of fabric over his skin is almost too much; he’s already so sensitive, burning, aching for her. That bite of mushroom hit him hard, and now he’s hard, so hard he hurts. With Mrs. Shen is gone, he can’t think past fucking into Lumine’s tight little body. He wants her spread on their bed, his cum dripping down her thighs for Zhongli to smell from the other end of the hall. Wants to see Zhongli’s wild expression when he comes into their bedroom, already drunk on the scent of sex and desire.
Beneath him, Lumine whimpers softly. Her fingers curl in his shirt, clinging to him, and he growls low in the back of his throat. Not as sexy as Zhongli’s growls, but good enough. Enough for her hips to rock hard against his.
Childe pulls back, tips her head to the side, and pauses.
She’s flushed from her cheeks down to the neckline of her dress. Pretty red color vanishes beneath white fabric, and Childe shudders. Desperately, he wants to see how far down her breasts that color extends. Wants to extend that color as far down her skin as he can.
“Lumine,” he croons, his thumbs brushing over lips already red and kiss swollen.
She lifts her eyes to his, pools of limpid gold. Captivating, she’s utterly captivating.
“You know how you’ve changed your mind on bondage with us?” Initially, when they started their liaison as a contract for mutual satisfaction, she’d indicated she wouldn’t engage in heavier bondage. But she relaxed on that count, allowing them more and more latitude over time. Now, she adores being bound in skeins of rope for their pleasure.
A shiver runs through her. “Do you want to tie me up?”
Childe presses her flush against the wall, grinding his cock against the soft swell of her belly. His hands slide down her cheeks, her neck. They ghost over her breasts, her ribs. He works his fingers between her ass and the wall, dragging her against him. Heat courses through him, too sharp-edged to be sweet. It scalds him, boils within his veins. He’s half mad with it, and he wonders if this is how Zhongli feels during his ruts.
“I don’t want to tie you up,” he murmurs against her lips, rolling his hips languidly against her.
Her lips part. Her eyelids droop. Pretty, she’s so pretty. “What do you want?” she asks on a gasp.
“I want to spank your ass red.” He nips at her mouth, teeth pinching the delicate skin of her lips to make them even redder. “I want your skin burning under my hand, and then I want to fuck you long and slow from behind so I can enjoy how hot you are.”
A shudder runs through her—and she doesn’t immediately tell him no.
This was another condition of their initial contract: that neither he nor Zhongli would spank her. He wheedled and begged at the time, hungry to have what she denied him. Now seems as good a time as any to revisit that conversation.
“Childe…”
He nuzzles into her neck, running his lips down the fragile column to the fading bruise on her neck—Zhongli’s mating mark. He licks over it as he rocks against her. “You have your safe words,” he reminds her.
Her hands slide from his chest to his arms, and everywhere she touches, she burns him, scalds him, leaves a trail of fire in her wake. Her fingers squeeze on his upper arms, digging into the fabric and his muscles. She’s so strong, and he’s half drunk on her strength alone.
His teeth scrape over Zhongli’s mark, and he hums with pleasure, but he doesn’t say anything else. He might run his mouth when he’s naked in bed with her, but he’s not an idiot. He won’t push her, won’t do anything more to try to cajole her.
“You’ll be gentle?” she asks, her voice small and unsure.
Childe lifts his hands from her ass to cup her face once again. He pulls her lips to his, kissing her softly—so unlike him. He likes to fuck and fuck hard. But for her? For her, he’ll be gentle. “I won’t hurt you,” he promises her. “Can’t promise it’ll be gentle, but I won’t hurt you.”
“You’ll stop if I say jueyun?”
“Everything stops if you say jueyun,” he reminds her. Not just the spanking. Everything. He’ll find a way to deal with the arousal that’s chewing through his brain, eroding his thoughts. Is this what Zhongli means when he talks about erosion? Hm. Probably not.
She licks her lips, causing her tongue to flick against his mouth, too, and he groans, arching into her. “I’ve got a condition.”
Anticipation strings his gut tight, makes his cock throb. He hopes it’s a sexy condition, hopes she wants to choke on his dick or sit on his face after he spanks her.
“What is it, pretty thing?”
“I want to fuck you after.”
He surges against her, trapping her against the wall. He pulls her chin down with his thumbs, and his tongue plunges into her mouth. He takes from her, makes demands of her, until she’s choking on her moans and tugging hard on his sleeves.
She wants to fuck him, wants to fill him, wants to take him. In all their months together, she’s never given any indication she’d want that. Oh, she’s fingered his ass, has helped Zhongli ease his body open, but she’s never—she hasn’t—
A broken sound spills out of his mouth and into hers, and she drinks it down, arching against him. Her fingers pull at his jacket.
Jerking away from her with a gasp, Childe tears at his clothing. Throws the jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall where it will on the foyer floor. Then he’s back on her, his fingers pulling at her scarf, removing it, dropping it to the ground, too.
He yanks at her sleeves, pulling them down her arms, and then drives his fingers back into her hair. Pulling her mouth hard and harsh against his, he devours her with hungry strokes of his tongue, fucking into her mouth as his nails rake gently against her scalp. Beneath him, she keens and moans, her body rocking against his.
She pulls at the harness around his chest, at his shirt. Her fingers drop lower, and he pushes his hard cock into the softness of her belly. Gods, but she’s such a rich tapestry of dichotomies, soft and plush in some places, hard and unyielding in others. He wants to cut her apart, wants to tear into her, wants to fuck his way inside her and unravel her—and he has the rest of their lives to do that.
Her fingers curl in his belt. Lust spears through him, rough and shocking like Electro, and he grabs her wrists. “Not yet, pretty thing,” he murmurs against her mouth. “My clothes stay on.”
“For now,” she challenges.
“For now,” he agrees, licking across her mouth.
She shivers between him and the wall, and he wants nothing more than to make her tremble again, to make her quiver. He wants her bent over his knees and shaking. Dropping his hands from her face, he kicks off his boots and then drops to his knees. Curling his fingers around her thigh, he drags his hands down her leg, his eyes fixed on hers.
Staring down at him, she sags against the wall. Lets him lift her leg. Lets him ease her boot off. His lips follow the top of her boot, his tongue dragging against her skin. When one foot is naked, he kisses from her ankle to her knee to her thigh. His nose brushes the crease of her hip, running over the fabric of her bloomers, and he inhales deeply. The scent of her arousal fills his lungs, and he groans. Presses his forehead against her belly.
Her fingers slide into his hair, combing it back from his face. Tender. She’s so tender with him when she wants to be, and it steals his breath. Makes him ache. Fuck, but he burns, he’s on fire, and he needs her naked, needs her bent over his knees. He craves her, needs to devour her.
Turning his face to her other thigh, Childe licks and nips his way down that leg, too, as he strips off her boot and discards it. His hands smooth up the length of her legs, pushing up, up, up, beneath her bloomers to curve over the round cheeks of her ass, and he gives her a slow, lazy grin.
“I’m going to ruin you,” he promises her, rising slowly, sliding up the length of her body.
She scoffs. “You can try.”
His cock jerks at the challenge, and his grin widens. Gods, he loves bringing out the worst in her. “Come here, pretty thing.” He laces their fingers together and guides her out of the foyer and into the living space beyond. Their apartment is mostly crowded with Zhongli’s knickknacks, treasures collected from his many long years, but here and there are hints of their own presence—weapons that Childe has stashed away between the relics, strange bits and bobs from monsters that Lumine insists have important uses. A throw blanket from Sumeru hangs over the back of one of their couches, one of Lumine’s finds from her numerous adventures, and Childe brings her to that couch now. He sinks into it, staring up at her with naked desire as she comes to a stop between his spread legs.
“I could devour you,” he says, just looking at her—at the flush that extends past the neckline of her gown, at her pleasure-drunk eyes, at her chest as it rises and falls with her hungry breaths.
“You can try,” she replies, her voice tight and strained.
Fuck but he loves when she gives him this attitude. All he wants to do is conquer her, consume her, break her on the anvil of their pleasure.
His hands curl around her thighs, pushing upwards against her soft skin. His fingers sink beneath her bloomers, her panties, feather light against her outer lips, and she moans. Archons above, she moans so prettily for him. Eyes fluttering shut, she reaches for him, bracing her hands on his shoulders as he continues with those barely there strokes he knows will work her into a sweet frenzy.
“Take off your dress, pretty thing.” The command is a gentle croon.
One of her hands leaves his shoulders. She reaches behind herself, pulling at the ribbons that lace her bodice tight, loosening fabric until it gapes around her breasts. Then she shimmies out of her dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.
Zhongli’s going to be so annoyed about the mess they’re making—later, once he’s fucked his way inside both of them, too, once all their lusts are sated. And Childe has so many lusts to sate right now.
He leans forward, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to Lumine’s belly as his fingers slide back down her thighs. As they catch in the legs of her bloomers, as he strips her bare. His teeth catch on her hip bone, and she gasps, the sound going right to his aching cock. He bears down, threatening to break skin, and she moans for him, sliding her fingers deep into his hair as her head falls back.
Good girl, he thinks. He knows better than to say it. Not yet. When she’s drunk on pleasure, when her arousal is thick on her thighs and she’s pleading for his cock, she’s much more receptive to that kind of praise.
“Come here,” he says, his voice low and rough. He applies a pressure to the backs of her thighs, urging her forward.
She settles over him, her belly on his thighs, her hip brushing his cock. Stretching out, she reaches her arms along the cushions of the couch, bowing her back. When she looks back at him over her shoulder, her eyes are heavy-lidded and coy, her lips curling in a smirk.
“Does this get you all hot and bothered?” she asks.
Childe places one hand on the small of her back. He’s still wearing his gloves, the warm leather blocking him from the heat of her skin but not the tension that radiates through her. Trailing his knuckles over her ass, he urges her to spread her legs. Dips one finger along the seam of her cunt. It comes away slick with her arousal.
She gasps, her back bowing. Her hips rock against his thigh, and he presses down on her back to trap her in place.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s hot and bothered.” He laughs, rubbing his thumb against the pad of his finger, admiring the tacky wetness. Then he drops his hand back to her ass. “Remind me of your safe word, pretty thing.”
She goes a little tenser beneath his hands. “Jueyun to stop.”
“And to keep going?”
“Qingxin.” She says it like she doesn’t think she’ll use it.
Childe smooths his hand over the round globe of one perfect ass cheek, soothing her, admiring her. She’s always pretty, but turned over his knee? A little vulnerable and already hot and wet for him in spite of her tension? Gorgeous, she’s gorgeous.
He palms her ass, sinking his fingers into flesh both firm and plush. Her muscles resist, but she’s still so soft. Beneath him, she wriggles as though trying to escape his touch, and he presses his hand harder against the small of her back. He’s not as strong as Zhongli but it’ll be a frigid day in Liyue Harbor before he can’t hold her down.
Pinning her in place, he strokes her ass, her thigh, intent on easing the tension out of her before he strikes her for the first time. His fingers curve deep between her legs and drag upward. Where ass meets thigh, he pulls his hand away, his fingertips light against her skin, and she gasps. Arches back against the air, seeking his hand—and he knows he’s got her.
His mouth goes dry. His cock twitches against his pants.
Curving his hand over her ass again, he squeezes, he strokes, he explores every inch of her as his fingers dip between her legs and glide against the outer lips of her cunt. After a few of those lingering touches, her head falls to the couch. The tension in her shoulders eases as she sinks against the cushions, against him. She drapes bonelessly over his legs.
And Childe gives her a little swat, his eyes fixed on the side of her face he can see.
She lets out an indignant squeak.
“Alright?” he asks, pressing his palm to her skin, soothing away the ever so slight sting of his strike.
She scoffs. “I couldn’t even feel that.”
With a snort, he pulls his hand back again. Watches her tense beneath him, preparing for the strike. Instead of slapping his hand against her ass, he wanders his fingers down one of her thighs. Ghosts those fingers back up, caressing her with warm leather. Again, he runs his fingers along her outer lips, and, now, she wriggles her legs a little wider over his lap. Lifts her hips to arch them toward his touch.
He slaps his hand against her ass, the crack of impact loud in the room.
She gasps, her back bowing, and he drags two fingers full over her slick cunt. She gasps again, her fingers curling into fists.
“You felt that, didn’t you, pretty thing?” he asks, circling his fingers against her entrance.
A little groan slides from her lips. She rests her forehead against the cushions but says nothing. Not unexpected. She only admits defeat when she’s nearly broken.
He intends to push her to her limits. Wants to see her writhing under his hand, her ass cherry red.
Drawing back, he cracks his hand against her other cheek, lifting it away to admire the faint red mark. A second strike, and he palms her ass in the aftermath, leaning over her to better hear the hitch in her breathing.
As his fingers slide over her slick cunt, she rewards him with a breathy little moan instead.
Pleasure curls low in his gut. She likes this, even if she won’t admit it.
He slaps her upper thighs, just beneath the swell of her ass, and she gasps. He strikes the fullness of one perfect cheek, admiring the way her skin ripples and jiggles, and she groans. And when he sinks one finger deep into her cunt, she moans.
“Ajax.”
His cock throbs in his pants, so hard it hurts. He wants nothing more than to tear off his pants and fuck into her, but not yet. Sucking in a long, slow breath, he steadies himself. His attention focuses on her ass, just now starting to turn a pretty pink.
There’s more work to be done, and he’s eager to do it.
He swats her again, again—a third time, his hand moving from her ass down to her thigh, and then he covers the whole of her cunt with his hand, pressing the heel of his hand against her slick flesh as his middle finger finds the nub of her clit. He plays with her until she’s rocking hard against him, broken, keening sounds falling from her lips, and then he strikes her ass again. She jerks, pulling against the hand on the small of her back.
“Too much?” he asks, rubbing her abused flesh.
“It’s—fine.”
A smirk curves his lips. Her words tremble. It’s better, he thinks, than fine, and he wants to know precisely how good it is.
With his teeth, he peels his gloves off. Tossing them aside, he lets them fall somewhere to the side of the couch, and then he rubs his hand over the swell of her ass. She’s warm against his palm, warmer where he’s been working her—and warmer still when he dips two fingers to her entrance. He pulls the digits across her arousal, and she shudders beneath him with another of those aching little gasps.
His hand cracks against her ass again. Her whole body moves with the force of his strike, and the sound she makes this time is obscene. She scrapes her fingers over the cushion of their couch, raking her nails along the soft fabric, and her back bows, arches. Transforming her body into an offering to his pleasure, she presses her ass into his hand, and he presses back against her.
Only to strike her again.
His breath comes in harsher pants as her skin grows first pink and then red. With each strike, her flesh heats beneath his hand and her cunt grows slicker. There’s something sinfully addictive about the way her skin grows warm and then hot, and he can’t stop himself from petting over her abused flesh. His palm drags over her skin as his fingers dip between her legs to pet her pretty cunt, and she groans his name.
He, somehow, grows impossibly harder. Lust clouds his mind, but his focus isn’t on getting into her, not yet. No, he needs her pale skin to be positively glowing before he mounts her.
“Still good?” he asks, pinching one red cheek.
Her entire body jerks against his hold. A shudder runs down her spine, and she lets out the wickedest moan he’s ever heard from her. And even better? That pretty moan is shaped like qingxin. She likes this, likes him working her over, likes his hand cracking against her ass.
Obliging her, he strikes her again. Starts up a steady rhythm of strikes that cover her ass and her thighs. He tries to pay attention to every last stripe of the canvas of her skin, to paint her red in even strokes. And between those strikes, his fingers plunge into her, petting against slick, hot muscle that clenches around him as though it cannot stand to let him go.
Soon enough, she’s writhing beneath him. Her hips arch and roll into his strikes. She pushes herself against his hand when it connects with her skin, and she rocks deeper onto his fingers when he sinks them into her.
Her face. He needs to see her face. As he strikes her again, he lifts his hand from her back and fists it in her hair. Pulls her head back.
Red stains her cheeks. Her eyes are glassy and dazed, her lips parted. Oh, but her lower lip is swollen and red as though she’s been worrying it with her teeth, and pleasure pools low in his gut. Beautiful. She’s—
“Beautiful,” he tells her, bending toward her as he palms one hot cheek. He brushes his lips over the shell of her ear, traces the curve with his tongue. She shivers against him, pressing her hips against his thigh—until his fingers drag between the wet lips of her cunt, and then she arches into his touch, seeking more of it. “You fucking love this, don’t you? Love my hand hitting your ass, love when I finger you between each strike.”
Releasing her hair, he lets her face fall back to the couch, giving her the latitude to do as she will.
He returns to spanking her, trading pain for pleasure with his fingers delving between her legs. Soon, moans pour from her lips like a stream, like so many prayers.
“Ajax, Ajax,” she gasps, rolling her hips back to meet his strikes. Her hands brace on the couch to give her leverage. “Ajax, please.”
He thrusts two fingers deep into her, pushing against that spot inside her that makes her scream. A shrill sound catches in her throat. She claws at the couch, her hips working hard against his hand.
“Please.”
She begs so prettily, he can’t help himself. His thumb brushes between her legs to find her clit as his fingers start a rough push-pull deep inside her. They’ve tangled together so many times that he knows her well, knows exactly how to thumb her clit and stroke his fingers inside her to have her gasping, keening, rocking her hips ever so sweetly into his hands. He pushes her harder, urges her closer and closer to her sweet end, listening ever so closely to her breathing.
And when her breath hitches and her cunt squeezes around him, he pulls his fingers free of her, slaps her ass, and then plunges them back inside.
She drags a pillow to her mouth and screams his name into it.
That’s an invitation he cannot ignore.
Childe yanks at his pants, tearing open his belt. He shoves his pants down his legs and kicks them off as he shifts her beneath him, moving her fully onto the couch.
His cock arches toward his belly, the tip a wicked red. Precum beads there. He can’t stop himself from dragging his palm over himself, smearing that precum down his shaft to make it slicker. Palming himself, he kneels between her legs. One hand clutches at her hip, and he pulls hard on her, urging her to her knees.
“Good girl,” he croons as she obeys, as he pushes the head of his cock against her entrance.
He sinks into her, and she cries out again. The pillow muffles the sound, and he can’t have that, so he tears it away from her, tossing it to the side. It smacks into a sofa table with a dangerous rattle. If anything falls off the table, Zhongli will be pissed, but Childe can’t think about Zhongli’s displeasure when he’s got Lumine dripping wet and whimpering his name.
With a groan, he pushes deep into her.
The wet heat of her scalds him; her body is a sweet vice, clinging to him. Draping himself over her back, he slides his hands down her arms as he settles himself deep inside her. His teeth find the curve of her ear and worry it gently. His hips come flush to her ass, and he hisses. “So hot for me, pretty thing,” he whispers against her ear. “How sensitive is your ass?”
Her response is a garbled moan.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, drawing back just a little, only to fuck hard back into her, his hips slapping against hers.
She lets out an abbreviated shout, her body straining against his as if to escape, as if to push back against him, as if she doesn’t know what she wants.
And it’s at that moment, with Childe curled around Lumine’s pliant body, that a key slots into the front door.
Childe lets out a breathless laugh against Lumine’s ear. “Zhongli’s home,” he breathes. “Let’s give him something wonderful to walk in on.” Not that Zhongli doesn’t already know what they’re doing. He could probably smell them at the building’s entrance.
Pulling himself up, Childe grasps Lumine’s hips in his hands. He pulls out to the very tip—and then slams back into her as the door opens and Zhongli steps in.
“Zhongli,” Lumine whines, lifting her face. She reaches for him as Childe yanks her back onto his cock, as he fucks her hard and deep, relishing the hot press of her burning ass against his thighs. Good, she’s so good, she’s perfect, she’s everything he wanted as her back bows and Zhongli’s name spills from her lips a second time, a third. Childe fucks the name out of her as Zhongli shuts the door slowly, carefully. As he kicks off his loafers. As he crosses the room in a slow, steady prowl, his gaze fixed on both Childe and Lumine.
Zhongli settles on the edge of the couch. Laces his fingers with Lumine’s. “How did he get you so worked up, little treasure?”
A victorious smirk rips across Childe’s face. “Spanked her.”
Lumine keens, and her legs bend at the knee as she arches into Childe’s rough thrusts.
Good, she feels so good, feels like silk around his aching cock. The slick friction of her body around his drives him mad, soothes him, inflames him. He’s wild and out of control and he just wants to take and take and take from her.
Bending over her back as Zhongli cups her face, Childe sets his teeth in her shoulder.
“Ajax!”
Sweet, his name is so sweet on her lips. He’s never heard anything half as good as the way she cries out for him when he’s fucking her so well.
Zhongli’s fingers catch her chin, tipping her head back. “Did you like him spanking you?” he asks.
Childe thinks that’s a redundant question when he’s balls deep in her, fucking her to mewling little moans.
But Lumine nods, gasping out a stuttering yes as he continues to drive himself deep into her body. He’s losing himself in the rhythm of his thrusts, in the clench and pull of her cunt every time he bottoms out in her. She’s so sweet, gripping him so tightly, her cunt clinging to him like a vice.
His tongue pulls over the bite on her shoulder.
Zhongli’s hand smooths along her cheek. Slides into Childe’s hair. He yanks Childe’s head back, lifting him away from Lumine’s shoulder. “Make her come for us and then show me how much she likes your hand on her ass.”
Lumine makes a broken noise, her cunt squeezing hard around Childe’s cock.
And Childe grins, manic and hungry for exactly what Zhongli wants. Turning his head, he presses a kiss to Zhongli’s wrist, and then he shakes the other man’s hand off him. He grabs Lumine by the shoulder, jerking her up, jerking her back. Her back bows, her head landing on his shoulder as he continues to fuck into her.
One of his hands curls around her throat. The other slips between her legs. His fingers slide over her pubic bone and between the coarse curls between her legs to find her clit. “You heard him,” Childe murmurs against her ear. “Come for us, pretty thing. Let me feel that sweet cunt squeezing my cock. Try to milk all the cum out of me.” His fingers strum over her as he continues fucking her, every thrust of his hips dragging his skin against her heated flesh. “Let’s hear you scream. Let’s hear you—”
With a cry, Lumine comes for him. She’s so weak to filth, breaking easily beneath his touch and his words. Her cunt squeezes him, rippling around him in agonizing spasms. He fights every instinct to thrust harder, faster into her, fights the desire to fuck into her until he’s coming, too.
Groaning, he pulls himself out of her as she’s still trembling, as her cunt is still contracting around him.
Zhongli holds out both hands, and Childe shoves Lumine down, shoves her into Zhongli’s waiting embrace. The other man slides deeper into the couch, cradling her against his chest as Childe once more pulls her legs over his lap.
He wastes no time. His hand cracks against her ass, and Lumine cries out softly, sweetly. Childe’s eyes fix on her cunt as he slaps her again, watching her muscles squeeze down on nothing. “Next time,” he breathes, “I’m going to slide our favorite vibrator into you and hold it there while I spank you.”
Lumine shudders.
“Or maybe we’ll have Zhongli make a dick out of Geo and fuck you with it while I spank you.” He looks up at Zhongli as he rains light smacks against Lumine’s ass, each one pulling a keening cry from her lips. “Thoughts?”
Zhongli’s eyes are dark, the only betrayal of the desire churning through him. “You have a wicked mind, love.”
“You love it.” Childe grins.
“I do,” Zhongli says, and then he pushes Lumine’s head down, forcing her into his lap.
She makes quick work of his belt and pants, pulling out his cock to suck it between her pretty red lips.
Childe’s cock twitches against her hip, still slick with her arousal and once more leaking precum. It drips down his skin and onto Lumine’s, and all he can think about his painting her with his cum. Fuck, but he wants to come all over her face, her tits. Wants to fill her cunt, pull out halfway through, and finish the rest on her belly.
He plunges two fingers into her cunt, fucking deep into her, and she moans around Zhongli’s length. But Zhongli doesn’t shift his eyes from where Childe plays between her legs. “Again,” the former Geo Archon commands.
Without hesitating, Childe removes his fingers from Lumine’s body and cracks his hand across her ass again. His hand burns. So does he. He’s aching with the need to be back inside her, his balls tight against the base of his cock, his body thrumming with the need to get back into her. And she cries out ever so sweetly around Zhongli’s cock, her body arching into Childe’s hand. He strikes her again, and she moans. A third time and she pops off Zhongli’s cock.
“Please, Ajax, fuck me.”
He doesn’t wait for permission, just pushes back between her legs and yanks her back onto his cock. He can’t help himself, can’t think. He just needs to be so fucking deep inside her.
Reaching out, he grabs her hair and yanks her head back. Bowing over her back, he nuzzles into her neck, eying Zhongli’s cock. “You fucking love me spanking you,” he says, brushing his lips along the side of her face. “Don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You’re going to beg me for it next time, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
Laughing, Childe shoves her head back toward Zhongli’s cock, and she, good girl that she is, parts her lips around his length and sucks him down as Childe pounds into her. He loses himself in the rhythm, in the heat of her ass in the cradle of his hips. He’s relentless as he fucks into her, mindlessly taking what he craves, what he needs from her willing flesh.
With every thrust, the pleasure coiled in his belly tightens further. She squeezes him, hugs him, but it’s the obscene sound of her mouth sucking hard around Zhongli’s cock that does Childe in. Groaning, he bends his head to her back as his thrusts turn rough, ragged. He jerks into her one last time, and he spills inside her with a long, aching moan shaped like her name. His cum spills into her waiting body as she moans around Zhongli’s cock, and he sags against her.
“So good, pretty thing,” he breathes against her skin.
He pulls out of her, but he doesn’t go far. Instead of climbing off her, he sinks between her legs and yanks her cunt to his mouth.
She makes a shrill sound as he drives his tongue into her cunt, lapping up his cum and her arousal. His fingers find her clit as he devours her, and he plays her the way he works his weapons, his touch masterful and demanding. This time, he is relentless in the pursuit of her pleasure, his tongue fucking deep into her, lapping at her, licking up everything he can of them both.
The mushroom he ate has worked wonders on him. By the time she’s shuddering and moaning and crying out his name as she comes, he’s hard again, ready to fuck back into her.
But she pulls off Zhongli’s cock and flips herself over. Sprawled across Zhongli’s lap, red-faced and glass-eyed, she shoves her foot against Childe’s chest, holding him at a distance.
Childe’s fingers feather over her calf and tickle behind her knee. “Don’t you want more, pretty thing?” he asks with a wicked, inviting grin.
“You promised,” she gasps out.
Promised? Promised what? He doesn’t—
Oh.
That grin grows wider, and he shifts his gaze to Zhongli. “Do you want to hear the delicious bargain I struck with our wife?” he asks.
Zhongli arches beneath Lumine’s body, catching her by the waist and pulling her up until he can rock himself against her ass. “Tell me,” he demands.
Childe crawls over Lumine, reaching for Zhongli. Wraps his hand around the back of Zhongli’s head. Pulls him close over Lumine’s shoulder. Childe whispers the words against Zhongli’s lips. “I promised her that she could fuck me if she let me spank her.”
The look that spreads across Zhongli’s face—dark, hungry, eager. And then Childe’s kissing him, driving his tongue into Zhongli’s mouth, demanding all of the former Geo Archon’s lust. Zhongli meets him eagerly, raising a hand to clutch at Childe’s face, his hair. From the corner of half-closed eyes, Childe sees the golden glow of Zhongli’s inhuman fingers.
Beautiful. Resplendent. His husband and his wife are so fucking perfect, make him so fucking hard. And his wife is going fuck him, going to bend him over and—
And her wicked hands, so delicate but rough with their calluses, have pushed between his legs, stroking over him. She curls her hand around his cock and tugs, her own arousal easing her stroking touch.
As Childe drowns himself in Zhongli’s kisses, he fucks hard into Lumine’s hand. He loses himself in the tangle of his tongue around Zhongli’s, in the rough glide of Lumine’s palm. He becomes a sieve for sensation, lost in the back and forth of their attentions.
Finally, Zhongli pushes against Childe’s shoulder. “Bedroom,” he says.
Childe leans back, reaching down to catch Lumine’s eager hands in his own. “You heard the god,” he says.
Zhongli rumbles with annoyance.
“To the bedroom with us.” Childe slides off the couch and pulls Lumine against him. He bends over her, tipping her head back. “I should make you fight me for it,” he whispers against her mouth. “I should make you work for it.”
Her lips curve in a knowing smile. “You want it too much,” she replies, stepping into him. She presses her body against his, crushing her breasts against his chest as she yanks his harness free, as she tugs at his shirt. “You want me to fuck you, want me to fill you up with my cock.”
A shudder pulls down his spine, and Childe’s hard cock gets impossibly harder. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck, just the thought, Lumine.” He seizes her mouth with his, taking a stumbling step backwards. He navigates half blind through the apartment, biting kisses from her mouth and shedding the remains of his clothing until they tumble into the bed.
Lumine wastes no time rolling on top of him. She pins him to the bed, her hands on his wrists, and grinds her cunt against the hard line of his cock.
“That’s not what you promised me,” Childe gasps, arching into her, not really minding if they forego their promises if it means he can fuck her again.
It’s Zhongli who brings the strap-on over to them. He’s shed his clothes in the process, approaching the bed with the harness hanging from his fingers. There’s no cock in it, not yet, but Zhongli takes care of that handily.
Childe watches as Zhongli crafts a dildo of gleaming cor lapis, shaping it to resemble his own hard cock, arching toward his belly. Zhongli considers his work as Childe and Lumine simply stare, each of them panting and breathless.
“Hm. No, not quite.” With lingering strokes of his fingers, his expands the dildo. Makes it longer. Thicker. “Yes. This will do. Don’t you agree, Ajax?”
Childe groans, head falling back against the bed. He wants that cock in him now, wants Lumine fucking him with it, wants—
His hand slides down his body. Pushes between his legs and Lumine’s. His knuckles brush her soaked cunt as he closes his fist around his cock and pulls. Lumine drops her hips to rock herself against him as he strokes himself, but neither of them look away from the thick phallus Zhongli has crafted and is now fitting into the harness.
Only when it’s secure does Zhongli hold out the harness in offering.
Lumine peels herself away from Childe’s body, and he hates how cold he is in her absence. Even with his hand stroking over his dick, he’s suddenly chilled and bereft. He needs her—needs Zhongli, both of them, either of them, just—something. But, Archons above, he can’t look away as Zhongli goes to one knee and helps Lumine step into the harness. As he slides it up her legs with tender, loving hands, fastening it around her waist securely.
Childe’s mouth is dry, filled by his tongue—for once useless. When Lumine turns toward him, she strokes one hand down that beautiful Geo phallus, and Childe’s hips arch into the air.
“Fuck me,” he gasps, his own neediness overriding any sense of shame. Wanton and aching, he fucks into his hand and wishes it was her body, Zhongli’s body. “Fuck me, Lumine.”
Zhongli hands Lumine onto the bed like he’s helping her onto a fucking palanquin, like she’s some kind of goddess (distantly, Childe thinks that she is).
Writhing on the bed, Childe spreads his legs wide for her to settle between them. She does so as Zhongli goes to the nightstand and pulls out their oil. He returns to the bed, settling beside Childe’s head, and Childe turns toward him with an aching sound.
Archons, he’s burning, he’s aching, he needs Zhongli’s cock in his mouth and Lumine’s in his ass, and neither of them are doing anything.
“Would you like to prepare him, too?” Zhongli asks, his tone mild, like his talking about the fucking weather. Outside of his ruts, he always sounds so disaffected until either Childe or Lumine wreck him.
Lumine exhales a soft moan, the sound going right to Childe’s cock. “Yes,” she breathes, reaching for the bottle.
Childe squeezes his hand around his cock, stretching his legs wider. “Touch me,” he begs. “Need you to fucking touch me, Lumine. Need you to open me up for your cock, need—”
She catches one of his legs in her hand. Eases it over her shoulder. Just like he’s done to her so many times, she presses a hot kiss to the inside of his ankle. “Shut up, Ajax,” she says, and she drags one of her fingers down his cleft.
Childe arches off the bed. Pleasure and need surge through him, braiding together until he can’t think, can barely breathe, can do little more than feel. And, fuck, the things she makes him feel. Oil drizzles over his cock. Drips down his thighs. She drags her finger through the slick mess she makes on his skin, and then she slides that finger back to his hole.
“That’s it,” he gasps. “Need you inside me. Stretch me open. Fill—”
Zhongli swings a leg over Childe’s shoulders and, without any warning, pushes his cock between Childe’s lips.
Moaning, Childe releases his cock to grab at Zhongli’s hips, urging him to take what he wants. Zhongli does: he fucks into Childe’s mouth, driving his cock deep. Childe chokes on it, trying desperately to relax his throat to take all of Zhongli’s considerable length, but then Lumine’s finger is probing against his entrance, is pushing inside, and he can’t relax because he’s a raw, aching nerve of sensation that needs more.
Not even Zhongli’s cock pushing to the back of his throat is enough. Lumine’s one finger isn’t, either, but, fuck, she slides another into him, and he rocks his hips into her touch to take her deeper. She’s being so gentle, so careful, but he’s done this so many times. He doesn’t need gentle, he needs her to pry him open so he can take her thick cock, so she can finally fuck him.
Her fingers scissor inside him, stretching him, pulling against his rim, and Childe bears down, giving her the softness of his body even as Zhongli fucks deeper into his mouth. Zhongli’s hand slides deep into Childe’s hair, and he holds Childe still as he rocks to the back of Childe’s throat. Tears bead in the corner of Childe’s eyes. He’s choking, can’t breathe, but he doesn’t fucking care.
Scrabbling at Zhongli’s hips, Childe wordlessly tells him to move. And, finally, Zhongli does. He fucks Childe’s mouth at an easy, steady pace, his eyes and the ends of his hair glowing golden. Beautiful, he’s so beautiful with his arms of gold and black, etched with ancient symbols of power.
Lumine’s fingers probe deeper, and Childe groans. Those fingers pull back, and then, fuck, yes, she’s dragging them over his prostate and Childe sees stars. He yanks Zhongli deeper into his mouth, choking himself on that delicious cock. And between his legs, Lumine rubs her fingers over his prostate until his hips work hard against her hand, until he’s rutting into the air, desperate for more. But with Zhongli’s cock in his mouth, he can’t beg, can’t plead, can only let Lumine go at her own pace.
He really needs her to go faster.
Zhongli rakes clawed, golden fingers through Childe’s hair. Thumbs away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. “I think, little treasure, that you should fuck him before you drive him to madness.”
Childe moans his agreement.
There’s a shuffling between his legs. Lumine presses her naked body against his leg, rubbing herself against him before she shifts. And then the deliciously large head of her cock pushes against Childe’s entrance.
He groans, sucking harder on Zhongli’s cock, pulling at the other man’s length with hungry intent. Between Childe’s legs, Lumine eases the Geo construct deeper into him. And it fucking hums.
Childe’s lips go slack around Zhongli’s length, and Zhongli chuckles. “Feel that,” Zhongli murmurs. “Feel me, feel us both. Imagine—Lumine and me fucking you at the same time.”
Childe knows it’s not what Zhongli means, but now all he can think about is Zhongli’s cock pressed into Childe’s ass alongside the Geo construct that Lumine works into him. He wants that. Wants to be stretched so fucking tight around them both, wants to ache, wants to be filled so good.
Lumine pushes forward. The head of that massive cock breaches his rim. Pushes into him. She groans, and so does Childe as he lifts his hips to take even more of it. She’s coated her cock so liberally with oil that it slides easy into him, pressing deep into his insides, and, fuck, he feels like a damn virgin around her, like he’s never taken cock before.
He whimpers around Zhongli’s cock, and Zhongli pets his face. “It’s good, isn’t it?” He lifts his head, turning to look over his shoulder. And then he swears, ever so softly. The sound of Zhongli cursing goes right to Childe’s aching dick, but he doesn’t touch himself. He keeps his fingers digging deep into Zhongli’s hips. “Ah, Ajax, you should see her, pressed up against your leg, her expression drugged. So beautiful, Lumine,” he purrs. “And the way her cock has you stretched so wide.” Zhongli turns back to Childe, carding his fingers through Childe’s hair. “I know how much you like to be filled, love.”
Childe’s only response is a quiet moan, the sound muffled by Zhongli’s cock.
“Fuck him, little treasure,” Zhongli says.
And, fuck, Lumine’s suddenly moving, suddenly thrusting into him. Not just fucking him, but her hand wraps around his cock, and Childe is completely overwhelmed. Zhongli’s cock in his mouth, Lumine’s hand on his dick, her Geo construct phallus buried inside him. It’s everything, it’s too much, it’s wonderful and perfect. He sucks in harsh breaths through his nose as Zhongli matches Lumine’s almost brutal pace. She knows, fuck, she knows what he likes, how he likes to be taken rough and hard when he’s this far gone, and she gives it to him. She’s rough with him, harsh with him. Every thrust of her hips sends that thick cock deep into his body, and he really does feel almost too tight, too small for the size of it.
When she pulls out of him, the curve of the Geo cock drags over his prostate, and Childe fucks up into her hand, dragging his own cock against her calluses, so good, so abrasive, so rough against his sensitive skin. And she’s relentless with her hand, too, stroking him in time with her thrusts, bringing him right to the edge in minutes.
Groaning, he swallows hard around Zhongli’s cock, and Zhongli makes one of those sounds that means he’s desperately holding back. So Childe redoubles his efforts, sucking harder around Zhongli’s cock, stroking his tongue over the tip, flicking it against Zhongli’s slit.
With a rough oath, Zhongli grasps Childe’s hair and shoves his cock deep into Childe’s mouth. Hot cum splashes down his throat, and Childe greedily devours all of it, drinking it down even as some of it spills past the tight seal of his lips. It dribbles down his chin, and when Zhongli pulls out, Childe licks up as much as he can.
Zhongli helps him, dragging his fingers over Childe’s skin, scooping up his cum and then pushing it back into Childe’s mouth. “Suck,” he rumbles, his voice low and rough.
Too blissed out to be anything but obedient, Childe does. He devours the bitter taste of it, licking Zhongli’s golden fingers clean as Lumine continues to fuck deep into him.
Rolling off him, Zhongli sprawls at his side. Sweeps his hand down Childe’s chest, his belly. Childe’s eyes follow that sweeping gesture until he sees Lumine between his legs, her hips working hard, her face flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded.
Desire churns in Childe’s gut. She’s gorgeous between his legs, rocking against him, her hands vices on his hips. He’s going to bruise, he thinks, and his only regret is that she doesn’t have claws, that she can’t prick him until he bleeds and leave little scars as reminders of her passions.
The thought has him straining against her. His cock aches in her hand, the friction so good, and just nearly enough.
“You should—” She sucks in a sharp breath. “Fuck, you should see—your face—you—”
Zhongli laughs softly against Childe’s ear. His hand presses against Childe’s belly, stilling the rocking of his hips, forcing him to take what Lumine gives him. “She’s right, love. You’re decadent. Exquisite. Do you like her cock in you?”
Groaning, Childe manages to nod. “Feels fucking incredible.”
“Show her,” Zhongli murmurs. “Come for her.”
Childe groans, twisting his hands in the sheets beneath him. He’s close, he’s so close, and Zhongli saying things like that only pushes him closer to the edge.
Lumine keeps up her pace, fucking hard into him. Her cock drags over his rim, pulls against his insides, rakes over his prostate. And her hand is so good, so hot, so sweet—
“Show her how much you appreciate her hard work.” Zhongli’s words rumble in Childe’s ear. “Come for her, Ajax.”
Lumine keens softly. “Please,” she gasps, and it’s that, it’s the broken sound in her own voice, the realization of how fucking hot she is to fuck him that sends Childe over the edge.
He comes with a broken cry of Lumine’s name, his hips rocking against Zhongli’s hold. His cum splatters on his chest and belly, hot and sticky, and Lumine fucks him through the orgasm, strokes him through it, milking him for all he’s worth. She pulls what might be a second orgasm from him, his cock giving up more liquid with a weak dribble, and only then does she pull out of him.
Childe isn’t surprised when Zhongli drags her between their bodies. He makes swift work of the harness, discarding it off the side of the bed, and then rolls her under his body. A second later, Lumine’s eyes roll back in her head as Zhongli fucks into her from behind.
Watching them spreads a lethargic warmth through him. Tingling aftershocks of desire linger in Childe’s skin, in his oversensitive cock. He doesn’t want to be touched anymore, knows it’ll be too much and unpleasant, but watching them is pleasantly arousing. Childe rolls to his side, seeking out Lumine’s hand. He laces their fingers, and she clings to him as Zhongli fucks gasping moans out of her, as Zhongli rides her swift and hard to a sharp, sudden end.
Some minutes later, after they’ve wiped themselves down and snuggled deeply into their bed, Zhongli props himself up on one arm.
“So,” he says. “What was the occasion?”
“Childe ate aphrodisiac mushrooms,” Lumine says immediately.
Childe stares at her. “You didn’t have to tell him.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Xiangling says it’ll last for a few more hours.”
“Xiangling?” Zhongli asks. His eyes narrow and then he sighs. Heavily. “You went with her to find lazurite mushrooms?”
Lumine and Childe trade looks. “You know about them?” Lumine asks.
Zhongli rakes a hand through his hair. “I was the one who told her about them.”
“Then you did this to me!” Childe exclaims, shoving himself up in bed. He crowds Zhongli, bullying him to his back. “You’re the reason I’m so fucking horny I can’t think. The reason—”
“They are not aphrodisiacs,” Zhongli says flatly, staring up at Childe with an impassive expression.
Childe hangs over him, once more stymied. “I’m sorry. What?”
“They are not aphrodisiacs,” Zhongli says again. “She was having you on.”
Childe’s jaw works. “But… But I… I’m so…”
Zhongli turns his head toward Lumine, who lays shaking with laughter on the bed beside him. “Would you like to elaborate, love?”
“Oh, Childe,” she says around her giggles. “All this? It was just you.”