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“Childe, love, is everything okay?” Diluc called out from the corner of the room. It had been quite some time since he heard the running shower switched off. Now there was nothing but a palpable stillness radiating from the bathroom door. What was that cheeky gingerhead up to?
Diluc was rummaging through the drawer, with only a pair of black jeans on, looking for an extra collared shirt to wear for his next shift. Although his next job was not for another hour, he still loved to have everything prepared early to remain punctual. Once he had his shirt prepared and worn, he and Childe could spend the remaining half hour together.
Together…
Diluc chuckled to himself a little.
He’s such a sweetheart.
Childe, wanting to play the role of the most thoughtful boyfriend of the day, decided to end Diluc’s shift early so that they could spare an hour or two together: alone; just the two of them. And, certainly, they did as such without regrets. They decided to bunk in one of Childe’s safest, most discreet abodes. The couple spent most of that time sitting in comfortable silence, cuddling with only a candle dimly illuminating the room. The two of them would make conversation every now and then; but for the most part, they both were just happy to have some quiet respite, reveling in innocent, physical intimacy. After a bit though, Childe got up from the bed and said he needed to take a quick fifteen-minute shower. Although the shower did run for fifteen minutes exactly, there was a subsequent twenty minutes of absolute quietness.
At first, Diluc thought Childe was merely tidying himself up and drying off, and thus he himself got busy undressing and finding his next shift’s uniform. However, not a single sound reverberated through the bathroom door. The lack of noise caused Diluc’s heart to skip a beat. Thoughts of worry began to seep into Diluc’s head: did he slip and hurt himself? But there was no bang. There’s no indication that he’s on the toilet either… Could something have happened to him while he was getting out?
Although Childe was slowly abstaining from a life of crime, he still had enemies everywhere, so one could never know when someone might strike…
Not wanting to suffocate in uneasiness any longer, Diluc closed the dresser and hastened towards the entrance of the occupied lavatory.
“Childe, honey? It’s awfully quiet in there. Is everything okay?”
Diluc paused right in front of the door, an expression of perturbation for his lover submerging within his face. He called Childe’s name out again. But there was no answer. Even after a few more exclamations, with his voice faltering more and more every attempt, there was still not a peep.
He tried pulling on the handle, but the door clicked and wouldn’t budge. It was completely locked. His uneasiness was heightening and his stomach was churning. Diluc raised his arm to bang on the door. Maybe knocking would work. Right before his fist touched oak wood, though, the door slid open.
Diluc couldn’t help but withdraw backwards with a couple steps. His cheeks flushing into a crimson blush, and his eyes widening at the view. There stood Childe right under the bathroom door threshold, leaning his arm raised against the right doorsill. His ginger, soft hair was slicked back and still a little wet. His well-built body shined gorgeously against the candlelight, pronouncing shadows really articulating the stiffness and solidity of his muscles—those round, succulent pectorals, and fine, chiseled abs: it was like the body of a god. There were still some visible droplets dripping from his hair, face, and neck, almost as if he were sweating… the droplets slowly glided down the dragon tattoo that trailed from the left side of his neck to the right end of his hips, emphasizing the details and flow of the art, as well as the visible goosebumps on his fresh, clean skin… Diluc noticed his mouth began to water a little watching the droplets steadily making their way down his lover’s torso, eventually finding their end on the towel being held up by Childe’s left hand. Diluc immediately noticed that the piece of fabric was lower than it should be, clearly displaying Childe’s v-cut abdomen, but right above his…
A pool of heat began to arise in Diluc’s core, causing him to subconsciously shift his legs at the thought of what would happen next.
“Ch-Childe, honey! Please cover yourself up, oh my god!”
Childe tittered a little at Diluc’s agitation. He always loved seeing Diluc blush like that. It was adorable to him.
“My little firefly,” Childe mumbled in a low, seductive tone, “were you looking for this?”
Diluc was shocked. It was the collared shirt he was looking for, being held by the tip of Childe’s finger. Diluc tried to be angry with Childe, hoping that maybe irritation could subside how he was currently feeling on the inside.
“You! You cheeky little—“
“Shhh.” Childe seethed through his teeth, holding a finger up to his mouth. He reached over behind him, placing the shirt on the bathroom counter. When he turned his head to look back at him, Diluc noticed Childe’s half-lidded eyes. They were filled with so much hunger, longing for pleasure. He was looking at Diluc like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. The very thought of Childe asserting dominance over him sent chills down Diluc’s spine.
“Childe… p-please… put on some pants or something.” Diluc said, looking everywhere but at the sexy god that stood before him.
“Pants?” Childe slowly sauntered toward the redhead, his movements subtle and discreet, as if savoring the tension of the room. “Why do I need a pair of pants, baby? I want to spend the last half hour I have left with you in the most delicious way I can give.”
At that point, Childe was towering over his meek prey, grinning at how bashful he was.
Taking Diluc’s hand, he slowly guided it over his skin, letting Diluc feel his jawbone and his muscles. Diluc tried looking away, but the touch… the feeling—his body ached to feel so much more. Diluc’s hand couldn’t help but submit to Childe’s own, letting his fingers trace over the outline of Childe’s tattoos and feel the curvature of his muscles. Childe eventually brought Diluc’s hands, lower and lower, feeling the abs, the v-cut, and then…
Diluc pulled his hand away instinctively. No, he couldn’t do this. Not now. He quickly averted his gaze to the ground, trying to keep his composure.
“Honey, please. If we do this, I’ll be late.”
He felt Childe’s gaze, and soon he felt his fingertips tilt his chin towards him. Those dark sapphire eyes…
“Then I’ll make it quick. After all…” Childe reached over and grabbed Diluc by the wrist once more. “I spent so much time preparing this for you.”
When Childe steered Diluc’s hand towards the surface of the towel, Diluc immediately felt a hard shape poking against the fabric. A wave of heat extended from Diluc’s fingertip and through his entire body. His stomach stirred as he felt himself slowly get more and more wet where he stood.
Childe urged himself close to Diluc’s ear, brushing his lips a little against Diluc’s cheek as he got closer.
“C’mon, love. You know you want me. Don’t you want to make me all yours? After all… only you can get this big… thick… hard… cock.”
Childe licked inside Diluc’s ear, getting a small taste of the firefly he was going to tame tonight. But Diluc couldn’t take it. Losing the last bit of composure he was trying to conserve, Diluc grabbed Childe by the head and kissed Childe with a burning passion—a desire; a thirst he needed to quench. Childe let go of his own mind, all rational thought leaving his head, and animal instincts taking over completely.
They kissed deeply, brushing their lips so hard that they could feel them bruising. But they didn’t care. They needed more. So much more.
Diluc grabbed Childe’s left hand, pulling it towards his pants and causing him to release the towel covering…
The couple continued kissing, their tongues wrestling for dominance as they explored each other’s mouths. The taste: it was intoxicating. Rubbing his right hand through Diluc’s soft, scarlet hair, Childe fumbled at the button on Diluc’s pants, as if desperately trying to unlock the one thing he’s been wanting all night. As they continued to embrace in their mouths, with Diluc kicking away at the sleeves of his pants, they clumsily stumbled back onto the bed, Childe landing against Diluc’s chest, and his thick, large cock grazing against the fabric right above Diluc’s opening. Diluc couldn’t resist moaning into Childe’s mouth at the sensation.
They pulled away from each other, gasping for air; saliva visibly dripping from their mouths and tongues. Diluc pushed Childe a little and looked down, his eyes asking for a peek. Childe obliged, prompting himself up with his elbows, revealing the one thing Diluc craved for more than anything in this world.
He’s so big…
Childe’s dick was beautifully thick and massive. The veins: visibly pulsing and throbbing as they wrapped around that wonderfully hot shaft. The heat in Diluc’s core became too much. He instinctively grabbed Childe’s shaft firmly, causing Childe to hiss at the touch. With slow motions, Diluc began to stroke a little.
“Dil— Ah…”
“Honey, please… just put it in me already.” Diluc looked up at Childe with half-lidded eyes of starvation, a hot expression that craved for the feeling of being filled. Childe almost lost it at that moment. Looking at his partner who was so desperate to fuck pushed him really close to his limit. But he held it together. With a slight nod, Childe glided Diluc’s panties off of him, visible, small streaks of wetness sticking to the fabric a little. He threw the panties to the side, at last, leaving the both of them completely naked. His breath staggered at the sight before him: his little firefly, so hot and beautiful, panting heavily in anticipation as the lips of his pussy beg to be felt. His cock began to twitch.
“Someone’s excited…” Diluc breathed smugly.
Childe let out a raspy giggle. “Look who’s talking…”
Diluc slowly spread his legs wide open, revealing all of himself to his lover. With his fingers, he parted the lips of his pussy, completely giving Childe a view of his drenched walls. With heated cheeks and his mouth watering for sex, Diluc needed Childe. He was desperate. The way Childe sat there, looking like a divine beast above him—enough already.
“P-please, honey… I’m all yours…”
Childe’s heart skipped many beats. His insides burned and his cock hardened even more. His own desire to give his one and only true love the greatest night ever started to peak. Gently edging himself over Diluc, Childe grabbed ahold of his cock and slowly hovered it right above his opening. Diluc’s eyes widened with expectation. Finally…
Childe, though, had a much better idea. With a sly grin, he angled the head of cock up against Diluc’s lips, kissing the opening. Diluc shivered at the pleasure. What happened next, though, was a surprise.
Childe slowly rubbed up and down against Diluc’s pussy, trailing the wetness; and then rubbing gently against Diluc’s clit. Diluc gasped at the unexpected stimulation. He began to squirm underneath Childe, grabbing the bed sheets with a strong grip to try and distract himself from the overwhelming teasing.
“Ah!! Childe— Ah!”
Childe chuckled to himself. Although he was suffering on the inside, fighting to not pound into Diluc like a piston, he enjoyed teasing his boyfriend so much.
“Childe.” Diluc moaned out. “Ah— Childe! Ah— fuck… CHILDE! PLEASE!”
Childe couldn’t help but chuckle some more, rubbing and flicking at Diluc’s most sensitive spots with the head of his cock. “Cmon love don’t you love it?”
It was becoming too much. Diluc needed to do something to break Childe’s antics—and fast, before it was too late.
“Please— Ah! Don’t you wanna… fuck… don’t you wanna impregnate m— ahh! Daddy…”
Something in Childe snapped. He felt those words pierce through his heart, completely severing the link between his mind and his body. Without thinking, he grabbed hold of Diluc’s slim hips and slid impatiently through his crevice. Diluc arched his back at the sudden rush of pleasure, screaming with ecstasy.
“FUCK!” Diluc screamed.
Childe began pounding hard into Diluc, the sound of their love-making echoing through the room. He couldn’t help but groan and grunt, exerting all he could in thrusting into Diluc, his hips slamming against his ass.
“Ha— fuck… so tight— god!”
Diluc felt his eyes roll into the back of his head. It felt too good. He could feel Childe’s thickness, the veins protruding and pushing against his walls, and the head hitting against his end, reaching his favorite areas. His moaning was so loud that surely the neighbors could hear him. But he didn’t care. Neither of them did; because they were having one of the best, roughest sex they’ve ever had.
“FUCK! Childe!! God— AHH!”
Diluc continued to squirm against Childe’s drive, grabbing at every part of the bed sheets for balance, and arching his hips and back to grant Childe better access to his favorite spots.
“Right there! Oh fuck… YES! RIGHT THERE!”
Sweat began drizzling down their bodies; saliva foaming from their mouths. As Childe’s cock continued to go in and out methodically and vehemently, drips and splashes of Diluc’s wetness were spilling all over the bedsheets.
“Diluc… love—ah! I’m so… fucking close… you feel too good—my little firefly. You’re so tight… I love you—I love you so much. You are mine: all mine!” Childe groaned out.
Diluc tried responding, but his voice was far too lost in pleasure to coherently speak.
“Childe— fuck… I… love… you… too… fucking close—“
Diluc could feel the tension in his core about to snap. The heat in his body grew more and more, spreading from his nether region, all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. He felt Childe’s cock twitch and throb inside of him. The pleasure was too powerful.
Childe, though, lowered himself towards Diluc’s chest. With his mouth, he began suckling and biting into Diluc’s nipples and the curvature of his mounds. He traced the blended, surgical scars with his saliva, groaning louder and louder as he did so. At that point the coil inside Diluc snapped: the pleasure from Childe’s cock and his love bites were overwhelming. With a final breath, he wrapped his legs firmly around Childe’s back, squeezing and feeling out every last wave of his orgasm, and screamed Childe’s name with pure love and euphoria.
Childe’s movements grew rougher and rougher, and with one final push, he let out a roar, pumping every last drop of cum stored inside into Diluc’s pussy. Diluc was filled up good. Exhausted and panting with quick, tired breaths, Childe collapsed onto Diluc.
They laid there, their hot breaths against each other, their sweaty skins embracing and cum dripping from Childe’s head and Diluc’s opening. Without a single word, they cuddled with relief.
“You were amazing, my love.” Childe breathed.
“So were you.” Diluc responded, equally spent.
Childe reached over to land a peck on Diluc’s lips, before laying his head down and breathing in the petrichor aroma of his neck.
“I love you… so so much, my little firefly…” Childe said with a fading voice, slowly falling asleep.
Diluc looked over at the time. Fifteen minutes until his shift. Surely, he could spare another five minutes just like this with Childe—just the two of them. He felt Childe’s heartbeat through their chests—their hearts were synchronized. They might be different in nature; they may have different goals—but they were tenderly embracing each other in that moment, with Childe’s breathing relaxing against his own calming breath: nothing could ever replace this feeling of intimacy and acceptance.
“I love you too, my little narwhal…”