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“My feet hurt.”
You've been walking with Childe for what feels like hours now. He invited you out for a picnic after his recent mission ran a little longer than expected and said he knew the perfect spot. You agreed all too happily, seeing as you hadn't had the chance to spent time with your lover for a while now.
In front of you, a ginger mob of hair bounces in the wind as Childe laughs.
“I'm sorry, babe. I promise, we'll be there soon and you can rest your feet, okay?”
He looks back over his shoulder at you and squeezes your hand that he grabbed earlier when you nearly fell. You sigh and nod, still too happy to be spending time with him to really be angry for the long way.
The wind picks up a little and you shiver. It's not long after that you feel the first fat wet drops hit your skin and Childe stops walking.
“But... it shouldn't rain for another two days?”, he sounds incredibly confused.
Just in the moment he turns to you, the rain really picks up and as if Celestias gates opened to flood Teyvat the few droplets turn into a downpour within seconds. You're both soaked in no time and you take the lead.
You grew up in these mountains after all, you know them like the back of your hand. Well, the paths at least, not the weather. But you do know that there is a small hut up the hill that you can use for shelter until the rain stops.
So much for the picnic.
The hut is as empty and unused as you remember, only some broken furniture left behind. At least you won't get any more wet than you already are. Though that's of little comfort, both of you are already completely drenched and rainwater keeps dripping from your clothes onto the old wooden floorboards.
You hesitantly stay by the door while Childe takes a few steps inside the hut and looks around. Thanks to the heavy clouds overhead and the broken windows there is little to no light inside the hut and you can barely see where you're stepping. That is until Childe finds a window that's not completely destroyed yet and with a bit of force wrenches it open.
You can see a bit more now, the way his hair still sticks in every direction and looks just as fluffy as before and how he puts both hands to his hips. He notices you staring at him and you nearly miss the impish grin on his lips.
It's a little warning and you try to jump out of the way with an offended squeak just as he shakes his head violently and sprays you with the rainwater that was in his hair. You glare at him and wipe the drops out of your face but his laughter soon takes you and you can't help the little giggle that leaves you.
Somehow he just knows how to lighten your mood every time.
Your giggling is stopped by the chatter of your teeth, with the open window you now feel the cold, harsh wind nip at your wet clothes and rapidly cooling down your skin. Childe stops as well and his eyes scan the room.
He seems to find what he wants as he stalks across what little space the hut has inside and grabs something out of your view. Childe plops to the floor and hunches over whatever he is doing there. You hear something that sounds like wood scratching across wood and walk closer to look over his shoulder.
He's rubbing a small wooden stick between his hands, the other end scratching against a bigger piece. Childe seems so focused, his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth and eyebrows knitted together in concentration and you almost don't want to bother him.
In the end your curiosity wins and you ask: “What are you doing, Ajax?”
Without a hitch in his movements, he replies: “I'm trying to make fire. Hopefully this wood is dry enough...”, and he's gone into his little world of concentration again.
You stay leaned over his shoulder, even without touching him his body heat warms you at least a little and he doesn't seem to mind. After a few more minutes of scratching, a small wisp of smoke floats into the air from where the wood connects.
Childe doubles his efforts and soon the smoke turns into a glimmer of orange, then into a small flame. You can see the reflection of the little flame dance in his eyes for a moment before he turns around and grabs more wood.
Piece by piece Childe stacks the wood into a little cone above the flame and you are tempted to ask why he's doing that when the first of the top pieces catches fire and the flame grows. Instantly you're engulfed by warmth and an involuntary sigh leaves your lips as you relax into the warmth.
“Y'know, this would go a lot faster if you took of your drenched clothes. Those are cooling you down, love.”
There is no hint of mischievousness in his voice and part of you knows that he's right. But the other, bigger and more rational part of you is basically screaming no inside your head. You pull the wet fabrics even closer to your body and don't look at Childe. He snorts behind you and you can basically see his shoulders shake with it.
The crackling fire really does warm you though and you lean even closer to it. The parts where your skin is showing anyways are warm in no time but, as Childe said, under your drenched clothing you are still freezing cold. You realize that there is no way to get around this after all.
With a deep sigh, you get up from your spot on the floor next to the fire and begin peeling the fabric off your skin. It sticks like glued on and frustration rises in your chest the more you tug on it and it won't come off.
When you've had just about enough and are almost ready to give up, Childe snorts a laugh behind you.
“Need help there, sweetie?”, the moment he speaks up, you already feel his warm hands on your arms, carefully peeling your clothing off you.
You would've jumped if not for the warmth that suddenly spreads all over your body. His touch raises goosebumps on your skin, the rough callouses tracing over it so softly and you lean into it without thinking.
Childe turns you around and you half want to close your eyes. Neither of you has seen the other in this state of undress before and you never imagined it to be like this – drenched from sudden rainfall. No, what you imagined was...
Honestly, you have no idea what exactly you imagined, but it wasn't this for sure.
Lost in your train of though you don't really realize that you're basically staring at Childe's face and only when he chuckles do you zone back in. Your breath catches in your throat, but really, it's not because of his naked torso. Or, yes, it actually is, but not because of how hot he is.
No, it's because of the scars on his skin, a criss-cross of light lines all across the expanse of skin you can see. There are some that are jagged, some that are clean and some of them remind you of the lightning that's ripping through the sky outside.
Your eyes travel across his skin from his shoulders down to the waistline of his pants and up his arms. There is not a single patch of skin not covered in scars of varying length, size and shape. As if on it has a mind of it's own, your right hand rises and traces an especially bad one on the left side of his torso, slightly below where his heart should be.
It's almost cliché how a stroke of lightning rips through the sky the second your finger makes contact with the bumpy scar tissue. The wound must've been gruelling and you wonder how this man is still alive after the amount of injuries he must've gotten.
Childe let's you trace his scars for a while, not moving a single muscle and just watching your facial expressions. Something about his own tells you that he's not exactly happy right now, but you're too absorbed in your own mind to dwell on it much.
You take one of his hands in yours and find it covered in several smaller lightning scars. Tears burn the back of your eyes and you look up at him to find him looking a little sad himself. He softly pulls his hand from your grip and wipes the tear that escaped from your cheek.
Your hand lands on top of his and you lean into the touch a bit, feel his warmth and remind yourself that he's here with you, alive and well. The next moment, you feel Childe press his forehead against yours, his breath ghosting over your cheeks.
“I... was scared of what you'd think when you see them.”
The tone is something so unlike his usual happy-go-lucky persona or even the trigger-happy battlemaniac that you pause for a second to collect yourself. It's soft, scared and barely above a whisper. You stay like that for a bit, eyes closed and just feeling Childe's warmth and heartbeat under your own fingers.
His breathing is shallow, as if he's scared you would suddenly vanish if he got too loud or breathes a little too deep. Childe's hands are somewhat firm, but you can feel them shake a little against your body. It seems he's scared of something and you really want to take that fear from him so you softly place a hand on his chest, right above his heart.
His heartbeat manages to calm you down as well, the feeling of nearly loosing him every time he came back with a new set of bandages a little more prominent upon seeing the sheer mass of scars covering his body.
Childe breathes a little sigh into your hair, places a kiss on it and pulls you a little bit closer to him. You know he can feel your heartbeat just as much as you can feel his. And maybe that's exactly what he needs to find the courage to ask his question that you feel might have lingered in his mind since you turned to face him.
“Do you hate them?”
You open your eyes to look at him. He looks almost lost, like a puppy left in the rain and you smile. He really is cute like this and you can almost see the drooping ears on his head.
“No. You're still alive after all.”
The smile that lights up Childe's face is worth the pain in your feet, the sudden rain and you freezing in your drenched clothes. He tilts your face up and presses his lips to yours a bit clumsily. You can feel the urgency behind it and how his hands move from your cheeks to your waist to pull you a little closer to him.
His skin touching with yours feels like electricity runs through your body, his body heat chasing away the cold that had a pretty tight grip on you since getting soaked in the rain. Without really meaning to you let out a small moan and press closer to him, chasing his heat.
In a near instant he stops kissing you and you whimper irritated as he moves back a little to look at you. Childe's eyes are wide with curiosity and you can already feel heat crawling under your skin and settling on your cheeks and ears.
“Now, what was that sound you just made?”
There is heat in his voice, dropping lower than you ever heard and it makes your knees weak. And the spark in his eyes has a completely different kind of heat spreading through your body in no time. You're still cold however and instead of an answer that you can't really give right now, you press closer to him again.
“Maybe I can make you do that again, hm?”, Childe whispers into your hair.
You have half the mind to try and push him away with an indignant squawk, but your meek attempts are nothing against the solid wall of pure muscle under your fingers. The more you push, the more you feel how they flex with each of even the most miniscule movements.
You turn your face away when he tries to lean in to kiss you again and it takes a second too long to realize what you just did. When you turn back to face him, his lips are spread wide into a near cheery smile but his eyes burn holes into your face.
Childe's grip on your waist changes, goes from soft and assuring to firm and demanding. You have nowhere to go, he's got you pretty much pinned to himself. Any and all notion of resistance dies right then and there.
Childe traces one hand up your spine and you arch into his chest. His fingers settle between your shoulder blades, firmly pulling you in impossibly closer. Your lips meet his again and this time, you can almost taste the hunger that he kisses you with.
He nips at your bottom lip and you open your mouth, tongues dancing in tandem with each other. Another small moan leaves you and your arms wind around his back for support. You barely register the net of scars that spans there too, too preoccupied with keeping on your feet and Childe's kisses.
He hooks the fingers of his right hand into the waistband of your pants while his other arm winds around your back to help keep you steady. You rake your nails over his back and he groans into your kiss, making your knees even weaker than they were before.
Childe pulls back and tugs at your pants, eyebrow quirked and a lopsided grin on his face.
“You should take that off too. It's soaked.”
You snort and tilt your head, a grin spreading your own lips.
“You're still wearing yours too, Ajax.”
He chuckles and nods. Kicks off his boots, hooks his hands into his own pants and pulls them off in one swift move. When he rises again, his grin is impossibly wider and he gestures to you.
“I have no idea what you're talking about, babe.”
You huff a breath, put your hands to your hips and raise an eyebrow. The sass on this guy is unbelievable at times. Then again, that and his undisputable skill to make you smile no matter how you felt before was what you fell in love with in the first place.
You entertain the notion of dragging this out even longer but in the end, you still do as he says, kicking your own boots and pulling your pants off. You're not even fully done when Childe wraps you in his arms again, body flush with your own and claims your mouth again.
His hands travel all over your body, feeling every inch of skin he can reach and squeezing your ass. You can feel the devious smirk against your own lips and a moment later he's hefted you up against him, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep from falling.
His hands keep you pressed to him as well, firmly holding onto your ass. Childe is not even showing any signs that he has to carry additional weight now. He takes a few steps and you feel heat pour over your back.
You press closer to him and feel your thigh brush past his erection. He falters under your hold, a groan leaving his mouth that reverberates through your own body and you repeat the motion. This time, you're rewarded with a hiss and Childe's muscles going taut like a drawn bowstring.
“Careful there, love. Don't wanna drop ya”
He sounds a little out of breath, but even though you comprehend his words you disregard them in an instant. The high clouding your mind, the thought of 'I'm having this much of an effect on him' too sweet to pass up on.
Pride swells in your chest and you shift again, pulling away from the kiss and instead nipping at Childe's jaw. He squeezes your ass again before unceremoniously putting you back on your feet. Instant fear floods you, did you do something wrong?
But he only walks over to the bundle he's been carrying around since you left Liyue Harbour and pulls out a thick blanket.
Oh.
You watch as Childe scans the room again, shrugs and spreads the blanket on the floor. An idea blooms in your head and a small grin flits over your lips. It's gone as fast as it came and you put your little though into motion.
Turning your back to Childe, you bend over the pile of clothes on the floor and pretend to search for something. You can hear the exact moment he looks up from his work and sees you, back turned and bent over with your ass high in the air.
“So that's how you wanna play, hu?”
For extra measure, you part your legs enough that you can peek through between them and wink at Childe. What you hadn't counted on was how fast he can be when he wants to. So it comes as a little bit of a surprise when you feel one of his arms wrap around your hips, the other hook into the waistband of your panties and pull them down in one fluid movement.
You gasp as the cold air hits the overheated skin between your legs and once more when it suddenly turns warm again. Nothing happens for a little bit but the alternating cold and warmth between your legs and it's driving you up the walls. You're just about ready to complain hen Childe finally speaks.
“Beautiful.”
It's more a breath than anything else and shivers go down your spine, a small whimper fleeing from your lips. He changes his hold on you again, one hand travelling up the inside of your leg agonizingly slow, the other going to your side and drawing patterns into your skin there.
Suddenly you feel him stand up and grab your waist to lift you up as if you weight nothing at all. You turn and twist in his hold, try to wiggle out of it but all you accomplish is making him turn you to face him again.
“Don't try to escape, babe. I'll catch you anyway.”
The smirk on Childe's face makes another wave of heat rise in your body and you simply wrap your arms around his neck to hold on. He carries you through the small room to the blanket on the floor and softly lowers your body onto it.
Instead of following you down though, he remains standing and lets his gaze travel all over your naked body. You cover your body as best you can, pressing your legs together and wrapping your arms around your chest.
Childe grins again and kneels down. He begins tracing his fingers upwards from your ankles again, your legs spreading all on their own with his movements. You close your eyes as heat rises to your cheeks.
As a result, you completely miss that he's leaning down between your legs until he let's his tongue dart out to lick at your pussy. Your eyes shoot open and you gasp. His arms wrap around your thighs and he pulls you in closer, never relenting his attacks on your clit.
You squirm in his hold, pleasure making your back arch and moans, gasps and whimpers fall from your lips in an endless string. Childe really is relentless, licking and sucking on your clit as if he was a man starved and your fingers bury in his hair to find some way to ground yourself.
As you pull on his locks in your grip, he groans sending vibrations through your body and you feel one of his hands travel up the side of your body to your chest. He takes one of your nipples between the pads of his fingers and starts playing with it and you can't keep yourself in check anymore, however much you tried before.
You feel the coil in your belly tighten, your eyes screwed shut and mouth open. The sounds you make would make you blush in any other situation, but right now, you couldn't care less, one track mind on Childe between your legs.
Your hips are twitching uncontrollable and his hand that's not on your chest moves to push down on your lower abdomen. The other let's go of your nipple soon after, moving down your body and you feel two of his fingers sink into your soaking pussy.
Childe is moving them slowly in and out, curling upwards into you every time. With the added pressure on your lower abdomen it feels absolutely amazing, you pull up your legs and your toes curl.
Until suddenly, he pushes his fingers just a little deeper inside you, pushes a little harder with his fingertips and you see stars. The coil that was previously just winding up finally snaps, a wave of pleasure ripping through your body and loud moans winding out of your throat.
It takes you a moment to catch your breath after, vision blurry and unfocused. A mob of ginger hair moves into your field of view and you blink one, two, three times until it comes into focus. Childe's face is red, lips shiny and wet and he looks incredibly pleased with himself, a lopsided grin plastered onto his face.
It annoys you to no end right now, the self-satisfied look on him just rubbing you the wrong way. You push his shoulder and swing one leg after, effectively reversing your positions. If you hadn't caught him off guard, you know this would've never been this easy.
But the grin on Childe's face as you look down at him pinned underneath you tells you that he somehow knew this was coming. You are pretty sure however that what you plan to do next is not something he was counting on happening.
The smirk that is still plastered on Childe's face fades as you gift him one of your most innocent smiles and slowly reach for his crotch. But he does keep in line, not trying to reverse your positions again and twitching a little when your hand curls around his dick through his underwear.
His hands fly to your hips, nails digging into your skin and eyes closed as you start rubbing along his erection. He grits his teeth, seemingly trying to keep any sounds from escaping and again, it just annoys the hell out of you how well he's keeping his composure when he made you come undone with relative ease.
You rake your brain trying to think of a way to make him loose control but literally the only thing coming to mind is rubbing yourself on him. Still, you think it's worth a shot and let go of his dick. Childe opens his eyes, victory shining in them that is instantly replaced by confusion and closely followed by disbelief and desire when you sit down on his lap.
A moan leaves your lips as you feel his clothed dick rub against your pussy. He groans at the same time, nails digging even deeper into your sides and hips lifting off the blanket. You keep rubbing up and down, gritting your own teeth to keep your composure as best you can.
There is no way you're giving up so easily, no matter how good it feels as his cock twitches under you or how he's trying to move you himself. Childe is groaning under your ministrations, head thrown back when you put just a little more pressure in your movements.
Your hands are on his chest to keep your balance, fingers curled tightly and the slight sting of your own fingernails digging into the palms of your hands together with how you gnaw and bite your lip keeps you focused enough to not give up just yet.
Meanwhile, Childe is slowly running out of patience. You can see it in the way his eyebrows twitch, his pupils blow so wide that his eyes look even darker than normal and how his grip shifts on your hips every few seconds.
There is virtually no warning when he suddenly turns you two around, pins your hands above your head and kisses you hungrily. You struggle against his hold, try to free your hands from his grip but he's keeping you firmly in his hold.
The kisses are sloppy and wet, tongues dancing together in a heated battle that neither of you is willing to loose. Childe let's his free hand travel over your side, the touch fleeting and barely there and you're squirming under him.
There is a short moment where you think you might be able to get out when he switches from holding your hands with both of his to just one. But you can't get the right second and are left struggling senselessly again.
Childe repeats the same with his other hand now, down the side of your body, up and back down a couple times before it suddenly leaves your skin. You shiver from the loss of touch and warmth as he's keeping his body pretty far away from you safe for his hand pinning down yours.
And he never stops kissing you either, fervently and roughly, nipping, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. Your head is swimming, there is not enough oxygen in your lungs to go around for it to work properly.
By the time you can breathe properly again, you're taking in large gulps of air at once, chest heaving with the effort. But your brain still can't catch up with the fact that your hands are free, if only for a few seconds. It also barely registers that Childe is sitting back and trying to pull off his underwear before just ripping it apart in frustration and going back to kissing you senseless.
You do however notice something prodding at your pussy and the half of your brain that's working quickly supplies that it's Childe's cock. There is a moment where everything slows down, Childe looking into your eyes and waiting for you to give him permission. A moment of clarity that you end by nodding and throwing your arms around his neck to pull him down again.
Despite the amount of frustration that he clearly displayed earlier, Childe is still being careful and slow with the first move. But the way his jaw clenches and his arms shake with the tension makes clear just how much control he has to exert for that.
Your own patience is running thin as well and you try to push your hips onto his dick a little more. In a flash, Childe has his hand on your hip and keeps it pinned to the ground. His eyebrows knit together and he grits his teeth, stilling his movements altogether.
“Don't wanna hurt you... Please.”
He waits for another heartbeat before moving again, pushing deeper inside of you and slowly filling you up. You can't help the twitch in your body that's pushing your hips up or the moan falling from your lips.
Or the way your toes and fingers curl when Childe is fully inside of you, scratching his back as his head falls onto your collarbone and he groans into your skin. You stay like this for a moment, both catching your breaths before Childe slowly starts to move.
He's taking his sweet time at first, basically just rocking back and forth, grinding inside of you. His left hand his holding down your hips again, his right moving up to take your nipple between his fingers. You feel his lips on your skin, placing wet kisses everywhere he can.
Childe is moving in slow and languid strokes, massaging your insides. You're still getting used to the stretch and he's being extremely careful not to overwhelm you right away. One of your hands is tangled in his hair, not pulling but simply holding on.
It's nowhere near what you thought it would be or how you imagined it, but it's perfect nonetheless. Your bodies pressed together, his right hand tangling with your left and locking your fingers, the intimacy of the moment making your heart flutter in your chest.
He pauses after a few heartbeats, leans back enough to look at you and you find your own emotions mirrored in his eyes. A smile stretches your face and he does the same, kisses you again softly this time before his hands grab hold of your hips firmly. You wrap your legs around him, a basic idea of what you're in for with someone like him.
Another heartbeat before he really starts moving and you feel every thought slip from your mind. Childe is rough and fast, pounding into you and filling the small room with the slapping of skin against skin, wet squelching and your moans as well as his groans.
You feel his cock rub your insides and the tip of it hit you in the deepest part, your eyes rolling back and mouth falling open. He really needs to hold onto you, otherwise he would push you up with each thrust, the force of it rocking your body and sending waves of pleasure through it.
Childe leans forward again, his lips pressed to your neck and bites. It sends another wave of electricity through you, the feeling of his teeth against your skin and pushing. Not hard enough to break skin but enough for you to feel it sting.
He's repeatedly biting down on your skin, sometimes sucking on it as well and in between it you can hear him growl “Mine” almost every time. Your own voice is shaky, even more so with the permanent movement but you still try to reply, breathless “Yes” and “Mine” leaving you as well.
The hand you have on his back scratches lines after lines into his skin and at one point you decide enough is enough. With some effort, you pull Childe down enough for you to sink your teeth into the meat of his shoulder as well, tasting the salty sweat rolling off his skin.
He has to let go of your hips with one hand, a loud smack right beside you as he slams it onto the floor to keep his balance and not squish you under him. When you pull back from his shoulder, a red bite mark is decorating it and you feel the need to leave more of those rise.
So you do, leaving red marks all over his shoulders, collarbone and neck while he's doing the same, fingernails sinking deeper into your skin with each mark.
All the while he is still fucking you nearly violently, pulling your hips to meet his every thrust. Childe lets go of your neck in favour of a string of colourful curses leaving his mouth that you would've probably reprimanded him for if you had the mind right now. But you don't, instead curling your fingers to pull on his hair and get him closer, lips crashing together messily.
Out of the corner of your eyes you see him raise his hand and feel it wander around to your clit, a finger pressing into it and making you see stars. The coil in your belly snaps for the second time, more forceful than before and your body twitches underneath Childe.
His hips stutter for a moment before they still completely and you feel warmth flooding your body. Your breath is ragged and heavy, your limbs feel like jelly and there is no strength left in them. Childe softly strokes your cheek, wiping a stray tear off your skin and you smile.
“I'm not done with you yet, baby.”
Childe pulls out and easily manhandles you on to your knees, a hand placed between your shoulder blades to push your upper torso down. You're grateful for the hand holding your hips up, otherwise you might fall over.
He pushes his cock inside you again, the slide a lot easier now and starts moving at a punishing pace right from the start. You push back into his thrusts as best you can, feeling him hit your womb repeatedly. Like this, he's much deeper inside you, the veins on his cock grinding and massaging spots that you never knew existed.
Your mind is hazy with lust and pleasure, nothing but the feeling of Childe's cock inside you in your head. With the way he keeps your upper torso pushed to the ground, your nipples rub against the blanket with each thrust, adding to the overwhelming feeling.
His nails dig into your skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure just right and you're quite glad that you are very far from any kind of civilization right now. Your loud moans bounce off the walls of the small hut, mixing with Childe's groans, curses and praises.
“So pretty”, manages to get through to you and you whimper.
The cold you felt from the wind and your drenched clothes is forgotten now, replaced by heat that threatens to burn you whole and leave nothing behind. Still, you wouldn't complain – not that you could right now, no actual words leaving your mouth anymore.
All that comes out is an indistinguishable mess of garbled sounds and you're not sure if you're begging Childe to stop or to go even harder. Your mind is that much of a mess that you can't even tell which you want and so you just rock your body as best as you can, trying to meet every one of Childe's thrusts.
He's adjusting his grip on you again, one hand going under your chest and pulling you up backwards into his chest. It limits his range of movement and you're a little thankful for the short break you get while he's pulling your head around to kiss you.
Your fingers close around his arm on your chest. Not for long though, as Childe takes one of them in his free hand and pushes it to press against your lower abdomen. Even with the limited movement right now, him just rocking you both back and forth, you can still feel his dick move inside you.
“You feel amazing, babe. So pretty and wet just for me, right?”
Childe's words fill you with pride and you whimper, nodding in reply and letting your head fall back against his shoulder. He kisses your shoulder, nipping at your skin as he goes while still moving inside of you, his hand pressing yours to your lower abdomen.
It helps that you can catch your breath, mind clearing enough to let you form coherent thoughts. Gathering your strength, you push off of Childe and turn around. He looks a little lost, confusion pulling his eyebrows together and you giggle at the sight.
But you have a plan in your head and so you push his shoulders to make him lean back to which he complies, still just as confused. When you crawl over him and rub your pussy on his dick again, he seems to understand.
His hands fly to your hips again but this time he's only holding on to them, softly rubbing his thumbs into your skin. You grab his dick and line it up with your pussy, slowly sinking onto it. A mischievous glint goes through your eyes and Childe realizes a moment too late what you have planned.
He only gets as far as “Don't-” before he's cut off by you dropping your entire body on his dick and he chokes on a moan. It stings, more than you anticipated and you whimper in discomfort. But you stay where you are, willing your body to get used to the feeling.
You start rocking your hips, slowly grinding Childe's dick inside you like he did himself before. Both your hands are firmly planted on his chest, partly to keep him from moving up, partly to keep your own balance.
Funny though, your strength comes back and instead of jelly your legs feel like legs again. You lift your body a little and drop it down again, pulling another set of curses from Childe and a moan from your own mouth.
He digs his fingernails into your skin again and a short glance down proves that he already left quite a few crescent-shaped marks there. You know you probably left some scratch marks on his back as well, but really you couldn't care less right now.
It feels too good, your own movements slow but deliberate and deep. You can see Childe's Adam's apple bobbing in his throat, his eyes following every move you make, pupils blown so wide the blue of them barely visible now. He's pushing his hips up best as he can from his position on the floor, trying to match you.
But you can also see how his patience is running out again, his lips twitching to say something, fingers nearly clawing at your thighs and hips, muscles taut. You also see the exact moment he snaps, a particularly deep thrust having you throw back your head and him grit his teeth so hard you swear you hear them crack.
“That's it.”
The meaning of the words is lost to you in this moment. His actions, however, are not and when he lifts you off of his dick, carries you a few feet and sets you down again you whimper. It doesn't take long for him to direct you exactly how he wants you, back turned to him again, arms pressed to the hardwood wall and ass basically presented to him.
Childe loses his final straw when you look back over your shoulder. You look so incredibly sexy and beautiful to him in that moment, completely bare and nothing but passion, lust and love in your eyes.
He's on you faster than you can comprehend, teeth already sinking into the meat of your shoulder to leave another bite mark there, mark you as his and his alone. Your moan makes him growl into your flesh, hands already gripping your body firmly again and your back arches to push your butt against him even closer.
You're loosing any coherent thought as he roughly pushes inside you again in one harsh thrust, pulling something warbled between a moan and a scream from your throat. Fingers curl against the wood and Childe pulls you up on your tiptoes, bending your back as he leans over you.
You feel him rub and push inside you and loose yourself in it again, uncaring of the aftermath for the time being. He pulls you in further, going even deeper and you nearly loose your breath entirely, punched out of you by the harsh thrusts.
Your vocal cords are already rubbed raw with how much you've been moaning, whimpering and whining, your sense of time warped beyond comprehension and your body covered in sweat. Childe is getting even rougher now, pulling your body against his thrusts forceful enough that you would loose balance without the wall in front of your face.
Still you find it in yourself to run your mouth, spurring him to go faster, harder and deeper still to which he happily complies. You completely loose any sense of space or time, lost in how Childe feels inside you, how you can feel wetness run down your legs.
He is scratching your sides with how tightly he holds onto you, red welts raising along your sides. You barely realize that he's taking one of his hands off your side, can't see the devious grin splitting his face with your back turned to him or the slight violet sheen in his eyes.
“Let's try something, yeah?”
You're too far gone to care what exactly he wants to try so you just nod and decide to trust him. Childe wouldn't hurt you unless you ask him to and you know as much.
So it comes as a little bit of a shock (quite literally a shock) when an electric feeling surges through your body from your clit and makes you go stiff for a moment.
Immediately, Childe stops moving and pulls you back against him. The tingling feeling stays for a little longer, only slowly receding and he keeps patting your head until you relax again.
“That was too much, I'm sorry”, he whispers into your ear.
All you can do is shake your head no violently, nearly hitting his nose in the process. You know you need to talk, tell him that you were simply surprised, but you can't seem to get any proper words out.
You try a couple more times, all that's coming out a warbled mess of sounds and no real words. Childe is still holding you close, trying to calm you down and not moving any which way. You finally have enough of senselessly trying and failing to clarify yourself and grab the hand that's till on your hip to push it between your legs.
The owner of that hand goes rigid behind you and you hope and pray it's with understanding. A few heartbeats of silence engulf both of you and you're about ready to fucking fight Childe so he starts moving again when another electric shock goes through your body.
It's less forceful this time, but it has you keening nonetheless, knees buckling from under you and you're really glad that his hand was holding you anyways. Your reaction seems to finally make him understand, he starts moving again with less strength at first, sending one small electric shock through your body after the other.
You're shaking from the pleasure, twitching around Childe's cock so much that he's falling forward onto your shoulder and groaning into your skin. He's moving in slow and languid strokes, more massaging your insides than really fucking you, but the combination with the electric shocks still has you rolling back your eyes.
There is no sane thought left, only how good he feels, all pressed up against your back, finger on your clit and kissing along your shoulders and neck. Childe changes his hold on you a little and instead thrusts into you forcefully but still slowly.
Each thrust lifts you up from your feet a little, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he's timing the electric shocks to line up perfectly with each roll of his hips. Your knees are growing weaker with each beat, each shock and each thrust and you nearly loose your balance, only kept from falling by Childe swiftly placing a hand on your chest.
That coil in your stomach is winding up again and you can really feel how it gets tighter and tighter with each of the forceful thrusts inside you, every little bit of tingling in you nerves and every kiss he places on your skin.
Your whole body shakes with it, clamping down on Childe's cock so much that he's unable to move any further, a long deep groan rolling out of him and warmth flooding your insides. He's shaking as well now, having to keep your entire body weight up with only his arms with the position you're in.
You try to lift your own body to make it a little easier for him to hold on to you and fail spectacularly. None of your muscles really listen to you, too focused on keeping you on your feet. Childe somehow manages to get you standing enough to wrap his arms around your waist and just breathe for a moment.
“You did so well for me, baby. You're so pretty, all speared on my cock and moaning my name”, he breathes into your ear.
You're tired, worn out and think you could sleep for a few days at this point. Legs shaking and unable to hold your body up, another wave of shivers going through you at the praise and another moan leaving your mouth.
“Still not done though. Think you can take one more?”
Childe's grin is evident in his voice, audible in every little syllable he whispers into your ear. He's already pulling out and manhandling you carefully back onto the blanket. You nod weakly, head too much in the clouds of pleasure to do much else than let him move you where he wants you.
He's softly kissing every inch of skin he comes across, nipping at it occasionally and leaving more bite marks on it as he goes. You feel him raise your hips a little and push something under them before letting you back down and it prompts you to lift your upper body to look at him.
It looks sinful, how Childe is kneeling between your legs and kissing along the insides. And it's the first time you really see his cock, an angry red all over, glistening wet and leaking already. Your mind is reeling with the thought of how does that fit inside?
The question is answered shortly as Childe takes his cock in one hand and slowly pushes inside of you again, a low groan on his lips. You can see how your lower abdomen bulges once he's fully inside of you and wonder takes over.
“Feel so good around me, so warm and wet for me.”
Childe is taking his sweet time again, showering you with praise and cursing under his breath. His hands land on the floor on either side of your head, caging you underneath him again and he picks up the pace little by little.
Your body is still spasming and all you can do is hold on to that little sliver of consciousness that you still have and even that is fading. It just feels too good, with whatever he put under your hips to keep them lifted off the floor he's hitting that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars over and over.
You feel almost as if he's deliberately trying to, pleasure shooting up your spine with each thrust and legs locking around his back. Childe lifts one hand off the floor and tangles his fingers with yours, holding your hand and squeezing it a little.
He's still praising you, telling you how much he loves you and how good you're doing for him, cutting himself off every now and then gritting his teeth or cursing. You feel boneless, body drifting somewhere in the clouds and your final orgasm isn't even half as intense as the others.
More like a warm blanket wrapping around you and tingling along your spine, too worn out and exhausted for anything else. Not even a heartbeat later, Childe curses, his hips stuttering. He's giving another few, sloppy and shallow thrusts but soon he stills completely, cock buried deep inside of you.
You're breathless, tired and really, sleep sounds so sweet right now. But now that your circulation is calming down, you start to freeze again, sweat and cum sticking to your skin. You start to shiver and whimper uncomfortably.
Childe quickly wraps you up in his arms, chasing the chill off a little and starts rummaging around for something. A moment later he wraps both of you in his jacket and the blanket you where laying on.
His body heat is something else and you're warm in no time at all, eyes slipping closed despite yourself. Childe keeps his arms tightly curled around you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly drift off to sleep.
You wake up a while later, still immensely groggy and your entire body is protesting any movement. Curling into Childe a little more, who's peacefully snoring away beside you, arms still wrapped around you, you can faintly make out that the rain still hasn't stopped.
And really, you don't care much, falling back asleep soon.