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Diluc takes a deep breath, his occluded sense of sight making it seem loud to his ears.
Right between his legs, he felt the mattress dip with new weight, hears the sheets of his bed hiss. It was barely a whisper of a sound, but it still managed to make him jump a little. For someone so hyperaware of his environment all the time, the mystery of not knowing what comes next was a novel feeling to the young master.
The window on the left was wide open, allowing the evening air of Mondstadt to rush inside the walls of his chamber. It was a risky move, especially with the amount of noise Childe liked to make with his filthy words, but this time, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
What’s his expression like right now? Diluc found himself wondering, squirming a little. There he laid, naked and bare on his own bed with both hands bound above his head. It was both embarrassing and arousing, like a guilty kind of pleasure twisting and forming inside him.
He hasn’t even been touched yet, and he’s already hard and aching for harbinger... The harbinger who is apparently taking his damn time to touch him.
Diluc has always been patient, considerate, but in bed, he was excruciatingly greedy. Childe has said it himself many times, too. It wasn’t exactly a quality Diluc has ever bothered hiding or even attempted to remedy. In fact, it was like a trump card he’d pull out every now and then. A cunning and scheming trait that helped him get what he wanted most of the time. Childe has always been far too impulsive to even consider the intentions behind his deviously bratty behavior.
And, as always, Diluc takes advantage of it.
He lets a few seconds pass before pulling his legs together to close them, allowing himself to hide behind his thighs. He knew it would elicit a reaction out of Childe, make him touch him just to part his legs open, so he braced himself and waited.
“Don’t be shy now.”
The voice was surprisingly close to him, making him inhale a little in surprise. He was finally given a touch to his thigh, calloused yet gentle fingers prying his legs open. He immediately complied, extending his legs just enough to reveal his leaking cock, flushed and eager to be touched.
Of course, Diluc was far from shy. He wanted him now. And Diluc expressed it by raising his hips up from the mattress, searching for any kind of contact now that he knew that Childe was close, but he was soon denied of his attempt to meet his touch.
Diluc felt him still his hips with a forceful shove, pushing himself down against the soft mattress. He almost moaned just from the roughness of his actions.
“Get on with it,” he spoke with a grunt. He could only hope it came off as demanding instead of whiny. He moved his foot blindly until he felt it touch the outside of Childe’s knee, then higher, sliding it over his thigh. Childe still had his pants on, Diluc realized, and it made his brows furrow in frustration.
“Do something,” he demanded, nudging him with his foot.
“Getting impatient, are we?” Childe mused with a smirk evident in his voice.
Diluc has been anticipating his touch for so long that even a grasp to his ankle made him practically preen in delight. He felt Childe raise his limb by the ankle, parting his legs even wider to reveal himself more before him. It felt obscene, almost shameful, but it also felt so painfully arousing that it physically hurt.
He felt Childe’s lips brush over the skin of his calf, then he began peppering line of kisses down until he reached the inside of Diluc’s knee. His muscles shift and tense at every kiss, under every touch, and he braced himself for when Childe would finally go lower, but the man stopped there.
His lips part in disbelief. Diluc was thankful for the blindfold occluding his vision, because if he saw the smirk that was (without doubt) plastered in the ginger’s face, he would have wiped it off within a second.
“You must have a death wish,” he threatened the other, narrowing his eyes behind the black ribbon and hoping that Childe knew him well enough to know that he was throwing daggers at him.
“And what exactly would you do, hm?” The redhead hears the words from between his legs this time, sounding as if he had lowered his face to the level of his hips. “You’re completely under my mercy right now.”
Diluc, being the prideful brat that he is, decided to move his raised leg to blindly place it over the back of Childe’s neck. He succeeded, and he managed to forcefully push him down, making the other brush against his aching length. He doesn’t know which part of Childe got to touch him, but the sensation immediately made him moan and arch his hips. Now that he finally received a fraction of pleasure, his body was screaming for more.
“Now that wasn’t very nice,” he heard Childe say, disappointment clear in his tone. Diluc couldn’t care less. He showed it by giving the back of his neck another downward nudge until Childe squeezed his leg, a warning, before grabbing it to unhook it around his shoulder.
“Archon’s sake,” he huffed in annoyance. Under the fabric of the ribbon hiding Diluc’s eyes, his brows creased.
“Hey, don’t involve the Gods in this. They might overhear us.” The bastard was joking, and it annoyed him even more, which is precisely what Childe was aiming for. He watched and waited until Diluc was about to spit out some biting remark, watched Diluc’s lips part to speak, but Childe immediately shut him up with a touch to his cock, making the first syllable die in his tongue with a moan.
The harbinger laughed at the reaction, and it made Diluc flush with both frustration and embarrassment. The hand over his cock began to move, and Diluc immediately reacts with pleasure, moaning out loud despite the open window.
“You should see how you look right now,” Childe said with awe, the movement of his nimble fingers a stark contrast to the fondness in his voice.
“Take off the ribbon, then,” he grunted in return.
“I can’t do that. We agreed to try something new, didn’t we?”
Diluc chewed on his lip. It was true. They had a discussion the other night about trying new things every time they had the chance to see each other, since they barely get to these days. Childe wanted to spice things up—not because he was getting bored, but because he wanted every second spent with the young master to be a memorable one.
And memorable it certainly was, with the way Diluc was splayed before him, vulnerable and bare, hips pathetically bucking upwards to ask for more.
“Didn’t we, Diluc?” He pushed with assertiveness, fingers curling just a bit tighter around his cock.
“Yes, fuck,” he breathed out in return.
“Are you gonna behave for me now?” Childe was still pumping him slowly, skilled wrist rotating while his thumb teased over the head. Diluc could only moan in reply, leaving him unanswered.
“Childe,” he whined, “Don’t wanna come yet.” There was a little shift in the mattress just across his legs, but the hand over his length never left.
“I’ll listen if you promise to behave.”
“I will, I will– just please, not yet,” he mumbled almost frantically from the way Childe was paying extra attention to the sensitive tip, urging his orgasm to come quicker. Upon hearing his response, however, his boyfriend thankfully obeyed and kissed the corner of Diluc’s mouth after retrieving his hand.
“That’s a good boy,” he teased, and Diluc chased his lips when he pulled away.
“Please,” he whined one last time, pulling on the restraints that was binding his wrists together, uncaring of putting up the tough act now. He wanted to be pleasured immediately… or even toyed with, it didn’t matter. As long as he was being touched.
“Yes?”
“Fuck me.”
He heard Childe hum, along with more shuffling. A few seconds later and he registered the sound of a bottle cap clicking, and before he could even brace himself for what’s to come, he was taken by surprise with slick fingers rubbing on his entrance.
It immediately makes him shudder and gasp, and Childe could only stare at him in awe. The harbinger watched Diluc’s full lips, his flushed face, the way his chest heaved in response. He was already looking completely fucked and he’s barely even touched him.
“Childe,” Diluc whined since he was taking too long, just teasingly drawing circles over his hole.
“Fine, fine,” Childe hummed in amusement, and then pushed a finger in, making Diluc squirm under his touch. A finger soon turned into two, and Diluc’s greedy body was already craving for more, tightening around his fingers as if begging to be filled with something bigger.
“Ease up, will you?” He felt harbinger stroke his thigh.
“No. I need you now,” he replied in slowed pants, “Fucking put it in.”
“That’s not very polite of you to say, Master Diluc.” Childe began scissoring his fingers to make sure he was being opened up nice and slow, ignoring his pleas. He took his time watching him swallow his fingers while he intentionally disregarded his sweet spot. He was merely fucking his fingers into him, and Diluc was getting impatient.
“Ajax,” the redhead deadpanned, sure to get his attention, “Fuck me, please.”
The fingers inside him paused, a sign that he succeeded in using his real name.
“Now how could I ever say no to that?”
He felt Childe pull his fingers out and then hears more movement. The sudden warmth from above told Diluc that he was now hovering over his body, so Diluc immediately angled his head forward to search for his lips. Childe thankfully got the message and kissed him, tongue languidly licking on the inside of his mouth and his tongue.
A strangled sound was released into the kiss when he felt him press inside, and Childe greedily swallows the noise. He was entering inside him slowly, and Diluc tried his best to shift his hips upward to try and grind against him before the other could stop him, but he was apparently quicker. Childe’s hand was placed on his hip to roughly push him down and it made him grunt in disappointment.
“Not yet, ‘Luc,” Childe licked his lips, “Wait with me.”
“I can’t.” It was practically a whine now. How could he wait? Childe has been teasing him for what felt like hours by now. He’s on edge more than he’s ever been his whole life, and he wanted nothing more than to be filled by his dick.
“Yes you can,” he replied gingerly. Childe pulled his torso away from Diluc, making the latter tug on his restraints again, itching to pull him back closer.
“What are you—”
The words die in his mouth when Diluc’s legs were lifted, the weight of his lower body now leaning over what he assumed to be Childe’s shoulders. He didn’t have time to react before Childe pulls out and slams back in, making him cry out.
With their position, Childe could see everything. How he slipped easily between his legs, how Diluc’s throat moved through chokes and wordless moans, arms trembling against the restraints.
Diluc often restrained himself from making any noise everytime they fucked in the Winery, always wary of others hearing them, but this time he didn’t seem to be able to stop making noises. Childe wished nothing more but to savor it, relish in the sounds he exuded. They were needy, desperate, and breathy, better than any piece of music he’s ever heard throughout his travels around Teyvat.
The pace Childe settled for was slow, torturous, but brutal. Each thrust was harsh, reaching deep within him from the position, and then he would prolong the way he’d pull out, only to slam right back into him. It was a cruel, unforgiving cycle, and Diluc could do nothing but take whatever he was given.
Childe must have recognized that he hit the spot the moment Diluc tossed his head back and cried out. The sensation was heightened somehow with the mystery of what’s to come next. Although great, their sex life has always been so homogenous, almost like a routine, and having his vision occluded added a spark of conundrum that each wave of pleasure came as a pleasant surprise.
“There, right there. Keep going.” Diluc’s voice was hoarse, and he nearly sounded unintelligible, but Childe heard him well enough.
“You’re being so loud, Diluc,” he cooed into his ear, and it makes the man blush upon realization. But then he’s met with another thrust, and he forgets where he is, who he is, and he was crying out once again when the tip of Childe’s cock slammed against the bundle of nerves.
“Ah, Ajax, please,” he rambled along with a string of faster, and harder leaving his mouth.
“Think you can come just like this?” Childe mused, but Diluc doesn’t pay attention to his words, too out of it to answer. Childe grabs his attention by leaning closer, biting on his ear.
“You’ll come untouched for me, won’t you?” He was slamming into Diluc, rough, slow and deep. Diluc’s mind was deliciously numb, as if Childe had quite literally fucked out all the logical thoughts away from his head.
“Ah, I… just– please,” he let out with a high keen. Childe laughed in return, almost condescending, making his stomach curl with embarrassment.
“Can you, ‘Luc? Gonna be good for me?” Childe picked up his pace as he pinched on one of Diluc’s nipples. He was prolonging his orgasm just so Diluc could finish first, too drunk in the newfound power he now held that he was eager to let Diluc finish without being touched.
“I– I,” Diluc tries to speak, but little ah’s are constantly being pushed out of his mouth at every delicious thrust. The redhead tightened around him when Childe’s thrusts turned hasty, each push prodding over the spot that made him see white despite the blindfold.
Diluc’s eyes squeezed shut, his tears soaking the fabric of the ribbon. He doesn’t answer, doesn’t warn Childe of his nearing orgasm, but he was certain that the harbinger already took notice of it with the way he squeezed around his cock.
“Diluc,” his name was called out sweetly. He felt Childe kiss on his temple before his palm roughly pressed down against his navel as he thrusted forward, and that was all it took for Diluc to come, his neglected cock painting his own stomach with spurts.
He came with a choked noise, the sound so pathetic and loud that he had to bite on his lip right away, conscious of having his staff hear their young master getting fucked in his chambers. Childe immediately followed after, filling him up with wet warmth after all the waiting.
It took a very long time for Diluc to get his breath back. His heart was still stuttering in his chest when Childe grabbed his chin and angled his head upwards for a kiss. It was messy, and it tasted like their love-making, their sweat and their skin. The scent of their coming fills both their nostrils.
In the ensuing quiet, Diluc could still hear the echoes of their voices ringing in his head. He felt his skin heat up as his brain supplied him with all that he's said and done in the heat of his climax. He believes he should be embarrassed, at least somewhat, but none of that came. He was satisfied, blissed, too fucked out to worry about the consequence of his loudness.
He felt the other begin to untie the black ribbon around his eyes and then the restraints around his wrists. Diluc’s arms immediately dropped as Childe sat back, brushing the red locks away from his flushed face.
His lashes were wet from tears, and it took a couple of blinking to fully register Childe’s face fondly peering down at him.
“Love you.” Childe kissed the corner of his damp eye before going completely limp against his body, leaning his full weight on top of him, uncaring of the mess on his stomach. It made Diluc’s nose scrunch, but he doesn’t push him away.
“Disgusting,” he mumbled, though his voice was fond.
Childe leaned his chin against Diluc’s chest to look up at him, threading his fingers through his messy hair to push them back.
“We are definitely doing this again.”
Diluc could only huff in return, an attempt to appear uninterested, but the excitement pooling in the base of his stomach was too strong to ignore.