those kept curls. He holds a mean grip. For once, there was no clever retort—only flushed cheeks and a pout.
“..Fine.” He hesitated, jaw tightening. “Please.” His gaze lifts, desperate and heavy. “P-Please, I’ll do anything..! Don't make me ask twice.”
Childe's breath hitched, his face burning at the sheer audacity of the remark. For several seconds, he could only stare, caught somewhere between indignation and the traitorous thrill that curled through his stomach.
Then he clenches slightly, fingers making their way into—
" Au contraire, I am merely fucking you to finish inside and be done " he teased, reaching down to play with that erect pearl.
" If you want me to / really / fuck you, you'll have to beg me to do so. I do have work to do after this, you know ? "
He must’ve really pissed off 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 this time.
And it was exactly what he wanted; struggling to breathe through teary eyes while he was stuffed with fat cock.
Childe's breath caught sharply as he found himself pinned in place, the sudden loss of control sending a shiver through him.
𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋.ᐟ 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋.ᐟ 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙋.ᐟ
“Fuck, are you trying to get me pregnant comrade?”
Childe’s arms were wrapped tiredly around the Regrator’s neck as he was bounced on his cock, moaning and beginning to cling to him like a needy dog.
“Faster..— 𝙖𝙝, I know you can do better than that, old man… you don’t want to be out-fucked by your men, do you?”
“M—Mr. Pantalo—ooh~!”
The younger man’s mind immediately went blank as the big cock rammed up and bruised his cervix.
“You’re so— h-haah~ deep! Fuuck..-“ How could a man of his age fuck so good like this, he wondered. But older men always did it best.
I’ve been so exhausted from how much I’ve been running around for the Fatui, it wouldn’t hurt to lay down for a bit right..?
Hey— what are you..?— A-Aah~! Ngh, w-wait! Y—You can’t do that here—!