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Diluc felt the ground’s impact ripple through his body as he collided with the hard dirt. He wheezed at the force, trying to gasp air back into his empty lungs. Not a moment’s reprieve was gifted to him, Childe pinning his wrists to his sides and straddling his thighs, chest to chest. Diluc’s eyes widened as be turned his face to the side, avoiding the centimeters between his and the Fatui’s mouth.
Despite the grimness of his predicament, Diluc thrashed his legs until he felt Childe’s knee pin down the only open leg. He grimaced and closed his eyes, chest still heaving with effort and adrenaline.
“Seems like you’re all bark and no bite, Darknight Hero” Childe leered over Diluc, breathing heavily as well after their match.
“Just because you won here doesn’t mean I couldn’t slice that cocky grin with my blade,” Diluc met Childe’s eyes, dark and bloodthirsty as they were, spitting out curses between full breaths.
Childe gripped Diluc’s wrists and planted them above his head, securing them with one hand. Diluc pulled his fists, trying to slip through the gloved hand to no avail. Childe flexed his hold tighter and he caved, wrists going slack and elbows caging in his own face.
A sadistic grin crept onto Tartaglia’s lips.
“Awww, Master Diluc seems stuck under some Fatui scum. How careless of him.” Childe put his weight onto Diluc’s wrists and ran his free knuckles up from Diluc’s side to his cheek, brushing sweaty strands of fire hair off his skin.
He brought his hand to his neck, ghosting the gloved tips of his fingers against rapid-firing pulse points. Childe’s grin grew wider at the obvious hitch in Diluc’s breathing. Eyes flicking up to meet his reds, Tartaglia watched as the striking hue was absorbed by black. Diluc bit into his bottom limp, worrying it between his teeth as he adverted his gaze.
Childe was having none of that.
“Come on, Master Diluc—“Tartaglia applied the barest hint of pressure to the man’s throat—“ won’t you look me in the eyes before I ravish you?”
A thin whine came from the redhead’s throat. Childe only pressed harder on the sides of his neck, watching with sick glee as Diluc’s eyes began to roll back in pleasure, a fuller sound making its way from his now parted lips.
Tartaglia moved a knee from pressing down on Diluc’s leg to laying flush between them. Diluc squirmed to push against it, but Childe tsk’d and pulled it back.
He demanded once more, “Look at me,” and Diluc met his hard set stare with lidded eyes. Childe released the pressure from his neck and ground his knee upwards in the same moment, granting him a choked off noise as Diluc circled his hips with the uneven thrusts of Childe’s leg.
“Such a good slut, taking what I give you.” Tartaglia emphasized his words with a hard grind, Diluc moaning in earnest, albeit quiet to what Childe knew he could sound like.
“If you want more than that you’re gonna have to beg for it, шлюшка.”
Diluc gasped out, hiding his reddening face along the crook of an elbow.
“Please, Tartaglia, I need it—” His voice broke off into a groan as Childe removed his knee once again. Diluc whined and tried to clamp his thighs together to preserve some of the pressure that had built up, but Childe’s leg still between his kept them from touching.
“Please, please,” Diluc felt tears already stinging his eyes, his pleads mixing with his frantic noises and harsh breathing.
Childe hushed him and leaned down to nose along the side of his face.
“Can you be a good boy and keep your hands out of the way?” Childe trailed to Diluc’s neck, tongue tasting the skin under his set jaw.
“Yes, yes, I promise I’ll be good.” Diluc tilted his head back to give Childe access to more skin.
“Good boy,” Childe praised. Diluc shivered under his tongue.
Letting go of Diluc’s wrists, Childe brought his hand down to hold onto Diluc’s chin, keeping it tilted back as he began sucking on his skin. The other hand began unbuttoning Diluc’s shirt, splaying the fabric wider with each new opening.
He trailed marks down his now exposed chest, pulling the fabric aside to reveal a nipple. Childe flicked it with his tongue and Diluc’s back arched at the sensation. His wrists jerked, but stayed together above his head. Childe waited for Diluc’s eyes to find his and bit down on his chest, eating up how Diluc thrashed under him, eyes wide and voice louder than before. He sucked on the nipple for a few moments longer before releasing it with an exaggerated ‘pop’ and continuing his path downwards.
Tartaglia stopped just at the hemline of Diluc’s slacks. Waiting for a second to build the tension, he pulled them down far enough to reveal black boxers, soaked through and shiny with Diluc’s want. He held down his hips and dove to lave at the wetness through the clothing, keeping Diluc still as he tasted him.
Tartaglia spoke against Diluc’s skin, “Tell me what you want.”
Diluc hid his face, muttering under his breath with a groan. Childe scowled, playing coy wasn’t going to get him anywhere.
“I said,” Childe brought a thumb down to press harshly at Diluc through the fabric, “Tell me what you want, шлюшка.”
Diluc threw his head back, teeth biting his lip to muffle the noise he knew would come out. Face aflame in embarrassment, he answered.
“Eat me out, please.”
Childe chuckled at Diluc’s act of stubbornness. He knew it was for little reason but his pride, but he knew how to make him abandon that.
Wasting no time, Childe hooked the boxers under his fingers and pulled them down, scooting away from Diluc’s lower half to take his pants with them and toss them to the side somewhere.
At the exposure, Diluc brought his legs together and up, trying to attain any decorum of modesty, but Childe grabbed his thighs and pushed them into the ground, Diluc spread as far as his legs would go. Tartaglia settled in front of Diluc’s heat, using his thumbs to spread him apart. Childe met Diluc’s eyes as he leaned up to watch his actions, the Fatui licking his lips.
Childe flattened his tongue against Diluc and drug it up from his hole, pressing his tongue against his clit and sealing his lips around the flesh. He kept eye contact as he sucked, the sweetness Diluc leaked so freely coating his mouth. The redhead moaned wantonly, fighting against Tartaglia’s hold to raise his thighs and lock them around his face. Childe only pushed down harder, sick satisfaction showing in his eyes as his teeth scraped his sensitive skin and Diluc had to keep from curling in on himself.
Tartaglia continued to bring gasping noises from the man, alternating from licking hotly at his hole to sucking on the spot that made his thighs shake and his voice heighten.
“Fuck—please, don’t stop, gods,” Diluc jumbled his words between heady noises and the slick sounds of Tartaglia’s tongue. He felt the way his body tensed and relaxed, his legs spread wide and forcing him to face the pleasure directly.
Childe only doubled down on his efforts, tongue trailing down and licking up the slick which dripped from Diluc’s hole before sliding in, feeling the walls suck him in as he angled his tongue up.
Releasing one of his thighs, Childe brought his hand to rub wide circles on Diluc’s clit, watching his chest heave and feeling the way he clenched down on his tongue. Childe felt his walls give way as his tongue rubbed against them just right and kept that angle, concentrating his palm to press against Diluc harsher than before.
Diluc jerked upwards, thigh spasming under Childe’s hand, and whined high and loud, little ahs rushing out with each breath. Childe felt more slick drip out from Diluc and coat his chin, his hips stuttering to meet the rhythm of his hand and fuck back onto his tongue.
Diluc gasped out his warning, volume increasing as his voice broke.
Childe gave one last hard grind against him before pulling back suddenly, hands rushing to force back Diluc’s thighs further than they had before.
“No—fuck—Tartaglia, please, please,” he begged as his hands clenched into fists, holding them back from flying out. He knew the punishment for disobedience would be worse than just a little edging.
Childe watched Diluc succumb to his lost throes of pleasure, tears clumping at his lashes before trailing down over his cheeks. The smile that split his face would seem kind in another circumstance, but at denying Diluc his release, his eyes crinkled in mirth. Diluc would’ve snarked something about it if he wasn’t so desperate to rebuild his climax.
Tartaglia crawled up Diluc’s body, keeping his legs spread, and placed his mouth over Diluc’s bitten lip.
“Such a good boy, you look so sweet when you want to cum,” Childe spoke against him, licking his bottom lip. Diluc parted his lips with a keen, Childe cupping his cheek and licking into his open mouth. Groaning at the taste of himself, Diluc matched Tartaglia’s passion, tilting his head for easier access.
He startled when he felt a finger circle around his clit again, now more sensitive to the motion. His head fell back, whispering a fucked out plead to make him feel good again. Childe leaned in for one last press of their lips before pulling back to see Diluc’s face. He watched his brows pull together and his eyes flutter as he brought two fingers to Diluc’s hole and slid them in, the wet noise sounding out among Diluc’s quiet gasp.
Childe slowly rocked his fingers in and out, feeling Diluc clench when they stretched his opening before plunging back in wetly. His pace began to increase, Diluc’s mouth staying open as sounds tumbled from between his lips.
“Can I..” Diluc paused before lifting his legs and pulling them back with his hands.
Fuck. “Yes, fuck, that’s so hot,” Childe groaned out.
Sure, it was stretching his rule a little, but to see Diluc Ragnvindr spreading himself out for Tartaglia to devour?
Childe could die now, with his only regret not being able to make the man before him come apart.
Diluc pulled his thighs as high up and apart as he could comfortably manage, feeling Tartaglia’s fingers flex inside him. Childe brought a hand to one of Diluc’s thighs and pushed, watching the man below him cave and open himself beyond what he thought he could, knees just brushing the ground by his head.
Diluc groaned out, wiggling his hips to attempt to get attention back to his hole. Childe ran his palm down to the crease where his thigh met his ass and held it there, his other hand ghosting over all the parts Diluc wanted him to touch. He had to wait but a moment before Childe plunged his fingers back into his heat, hard.
Tartaglia immediately hit Diluc’s g-spot, a rushed noise forcing its way from Diluc’s throat in surprise. He didn’t have time to adjust to the new feeling. Childe pulled his fingers back and thrusted them in again, starting a pace much faster than he had before and unrelenting in his targeting of the soft spot inside him. Diluc broke down quickly, feeling the sensation deep in his stomach and thinking he could almost come right then.
Slick was pushed out of him at every thrust, wet noises filling the air as it dribbled down his backside and soaked Childe’s fingers. Diluc had never been this wet, feeling how soaked he was from the squelch of Tartaglia’s thrusting, the rest of his sex becoming coated in his own fluid. It was disgusting and so incredibly hot at the same time.
Tartaglia heard the change in Diluc’s pitch and increased his fingers tenfold, pistoning in and out of him to roughly drag against his walls each time. He took his other hand off of Diluc’s thigh and laid it across his abdomen, thumb reaching down to rub punishing little circles into his clit.
Diluc’s whole body tensed and shook, his eyes flying open to meet Tartaglia’s in a plea.
“Please, ah! Please, can I cum? Childe, please,” Diluc whined out, tears coming back to his eyes and blurring his vision. Tartaglia kept up the pace, leaning down to Diluc’s ear and breathing out one word.
“Cum.”
Diluc’s eyes squeezed shut and Childe pressed against his g-spot one last time before pulling his fingers out, watching the hot gush of Diluc’s spend rush out of him. Tartaglia kept rubbing circles on his clit, pressing down on every upswing and watching the fluid that rushed out pulse with his ministrations.
Childe spread Diluc’s folds as the fluid slowed, running down his sex in clear streams. He leaned down and lapped at his spend, cleaning Diluc’s mess and pushing him past his orgasm and into overstimulation.
Diluc kept his, very shakey, legs spread, little noises spilling from his lips at every lick. The feel of his tongue was almost painful with its incessant motion, but Diluc kept meeting each stroke with a roll of his hips, too addicted to Childe’s attention.
His brain barely registered the sound of Childe undressing, hearing his fabric rustling over the wetness of his own cunt. He felt the gasping breath against him and Childe lick into him with more fervor, making out the wet slides of his hand touching himself as he continued to eat Diluc out.
Diluc pulled his hips down from Childe’s face, taking a breath before speaking.
“You can fuck me if you want.” Diluc’s face was bright red, head turned away from Tartaglia’s hungry gaze.
“You sure? Don’t want it to be actually too much,” Childe had a gleam in his eye.
“It’s okay, I want it.” Diluc met his look with one of equal hunger, challenging him to give in.
Tartaglia did just that, lining himself up and, with a confirming meet of their eyes, thrust himself in in one go. Diluc cried out, slapping a hand to his mouth in an attempt to muffle his noise and Childe rocked in and out, grazing all the sensitive spots inside him as he let him adjust to the fullness.
A few more gentler thrusts morphed quickly into Childe chasing his own pleasure. Fueled by the desperate little sounds Diluc made, he drove into him harder and faster with each one. Diluc wrenched his hand away to pull back on his thighs, making Childe ram further into his heat.
Childe’s head fell back. Diluc was squeezing him so tight, and each sound of pleasure he let out came with a little squeak and groan at the intensity of the pleasure.
Diluc felt like he was being swallowed whole. Each of his nerves were on fire and Tartaglia rammed into every one of them, fueling the blooming feel in his stomach. His nails dug into his own thighs, but he couldn’t feel the pain over the continuous thrusting.
He could feel, though, the rush of fluid coming out of him like before. It was like he was coming again, but he knew he hadn’t. Each thrust of Childe’s cock went so deep into him, it made Diluc squirt out without his control. Every burst of cum gushing out of him ripped a high pitched whine from his throat.
Childe thrusted into the wetness harder, feeling it splash out onto his dick every time he pulled out. He slowed his pace, going in hard but pausing before he did so again to feel Diluc’s cunt clench and wet his length.
When Diluc’s fluids slowed, Childe began pounding back into him, fully intent on not stopping until he was filling him with his spend. Diluc thrashed about below him, meeting his thrusts and jerking back from them simultaneously. His voice broke as it went higher, begging Childe to keep going. The fluid coming from him didn’t stop, seeping out in waves that spurred Tartaglia to keep going.
“Gods, don’t stop, I’m so close—please—“ Childe broke off his pleas with a quick rub to his clit, bringing Diluc to the crest. He tightened further onto Childe’s cock, cum once again rushing out of him in a continuous stream. Tartaglia ground his hips in rough little circles that pushed against his spot, feeling his gut tighten as he neared his edge.
“Inside, please, ah,” Diluc whined out. Childe leaned further over him, grabbing his hips and using him like a cocksleeve as he chased his peak. Diluc sobbed out moans as the feeling tipped too far into too much, forgoing holding his legs to grab Childe’s neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss, wrapping his thighs around his lower back and pushing him as deep as their hips would allow.
Tartaglia’s hips stuttered into the heat, shooting his cum deep into Diluc’s hole as he milked him for all it’s worth. Childe chased the frantic rush of Diluc’s lips, kissing him like a man starved for it, and rode out his orgasm, seated deep into the addictive warmth of Diluc’s cunt.
Childe collapsed bonelessly onto Diluc’s torso, lips sliding from his mouth to kiss light love bites into the unmarked side of his neck. Diluc made a contented noise, tilting his head and removing his legs from Childe’s waste, instead tangling them with his.
They laid in the short grass for a few minutes as they regained their senses, Childe not keeping his mouth off of Diluc’s skin. The teasing licks and bites were grounding, helping to pull Diluc from the headspace he had fallen into and into the present, where grass tickled his bare thighs and the sun made his tired body sweat with perspiration and exhaustion. Tartaglia atop him did not help, but he was too tired to make him move.
“We should get out of this field,” Childe mumbled against Diluc’s jaw. He shivered at the vibration, but hummed his agreement nonetheless. Childe peeled himself off of the redhead, grabbing their respective pants and helping Diluc dress. Diluc attempted to button his own shirt, but his fingers were shaky and fumbled with the buttons long enough for Childe to laugh and do them up himself, leaving the top couple undone so he could cool off.
Tartaglia watched Diluc stumble to his feet, a cocky smirk on his lips that earned him a glare and a middle finger before he turned off and stumbled towards the winery not so far off in the distance. Childe zipped up his pants and followed, catching up and supporting him with a palm on his lower back.