5
Fall asleep to dreams of home (the past I had is gone)
"Bad boys do not get dicks," Dainsleif says in a voice so calm that it calls to mind the smooth unblemished surface of a lake, and Kaeya very nearly chokes on the appendage in his mouth, he's chuckling so hard. Has to pull away, saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth and dripping down is chin in long thin strands. Chuckles breathlessly and reaches up to wipe it away, but already there is a handkerchief pressing against his skin, a thumb tracing the contour of his lips and his brain short circuits. Oh. He thinks and knows his cheeks to be coloring. The handkerchief withdraws just as swiftly as it had appeared, disappearing out of sight, and then that soothing voices returns, speaking in perfect deadpan. "They get toys."
Kaeya laughs all the harder at the muffled protest that drifts up from the bed, settles back down on the mattress, arms crossed as he observes their third partner. Tall and lanky of limb, orange hair in disarray around his head, the fatui harbinger is a sight to behold. His shirt rucked up to his chin, chest rising and falling as he pants, already gaining the beginnings of what will soon be a beautiful blush. His hands shift futile in the ropes that keep them attached to the bedframe, and Kaeya cannot resist reaching out a hand to one of those pert nipples. Gathers ice between his fingers and touches lightly, twists it, plays with it as a whine tears its way through the restraints of the cloth gag. Revels in that sweet sound, as Childe attempts to arc up under his hand, head tossing on the bed, as another whine flourishes. The blind fold had been an excellent idea, Kaeya decides, relishing the heightened responses that his chilly fingers are drawing from his partner. "He's cute like this," he says aloud, and nuzzles against Childe's dick once more. Laps at some of the precum dripping down its length, nose scrunching at the taste – not the worst he's tried – and then withdraws his hand, preparing to return to his task.
"He does possess a certain appeal," Dainsleif responds, and Kaeya watches him move around the bed, as he bobs up and down, hand keeping Childe's legs spread. "Mind yourself, he'll squirm." The warning comes not a moment too soon as the hips under his hands jerk abruptly, a sound very much like strangled sob emerging, as Dainsleif messes with something that Kaeya cannot see from this angle. Whatever it is as Childe growing even harder and so he withdraws once more, idly pumping it with his fist instead. Finds another chuckle escaping as Dainsleif steps back, looking over the small metal clamps now attached to Childe's nipples. "These as well, they suit him."
"T-they do," Kaeya manages, and rub his thighs together trying not to think about that too closely, or what they would feel like against his own breasts. "What a snack he's turned out to be, such a pity that Aether has the kamera~" Tightens his grip on the dick when he feels it jolt and tssks quietly. "Bad puppies don't get to orgasm either. Be patient." He's certain that if he could, Childe would be glaring at him, but as said eyes are currently hidden behind his own scarf, Kaeya feels safe enough continuing his teasing. "Whose taking him first?'
"Would you like the honor, your highness?" Dainsleif responds, and Kaeya's smirk falters. Perhaps it is because Dainsleif is still fully clothed, while Kaeya himself only wears a shirt, or mayhap it is the usage of that title that has him huffing.
"Prepare him for me then," he says, and stands up, stretching in a manner that he knows has Dain's eyes tracing his form. Can feel them hungrily scrapping across the part of his thighs and over his navel piercing, admires Dain's restraint, but then again, he is the twilight sword, so such is only to be expected.
"Choke on it."
Though the words are not aimed at him, Kaeya still jolts, and feels a shiver course down his spine. Glances back over his shoulder and sees Dainsleif seated on the bed, a hand resting heavily on Childe's head, fingers causing the fine locks to stick up in every direction. "There's a good boy, take it all the way you, Fatui dog." His words draw a moan from the slight figure and his head bobs sinking deeper down onto the offered cock. Kaeya's hands falter on the halter and he can only stare, feeling arousal course straight through his veins.
"Keep him there," the words escape in a breathless outcry, and he finishes strapping himself up, stumbling over to join the other two. "Fuck." At the expletive Dainsleif gives him a censoring look, but Kaeya ignores it and palms Childe's ass instead, admiring its pinkness before digging his fingers into the soft flesh. "I'm going to take you now," he whisper-hisses. "Keep worshipping that cock."
Childe's answering whine is loud enough that Kaeya hears it and has the pleasure of watching Dainslief's face flush faintly pink, shifting just slightly on the bed. Tightens his grip on the pale ass, a finger checking on the looseness of the muscle ring before he begins to guide himself in, and there's another loud whine. The body before him tensing as he pierces it as slowly as he can manage it, knowing that the slow drag will create all the more torturous pleasure for his partner. Finds his gaze unerringly fixated on the way that the skin parts and clings to the smooth surface of the wood, eating it up centimeter by centimeter. A hungry thing that ha never looked better than when it is taking his pseudo-cock. His lips twitch up into a semblance of a smirk, before Dainslief's sudden words catch his attention and his gaze.
"I do not recall giving you permission to stop," The man is saying, grip tightening in brown hair and keeping his head forced down against his thighs. A tremor runs through Childe's body, vibrating through the pegger and up into Kaeya who feels some of his own control slip and shoves all the way inside, a groan ripping its way out of his throat. Dainslief's eyes flicker to him, and there is no need for verbal communication, not when what they each desire is so plainly written in the stars of their eyes. Kaeya licks his lips hungrily and makes a shallow rocking gesture, just little twitches of his hips, intended to drive the wood deeper inside, watching as Dainslief's hand loosens and Childe draws back gasping for air. His fingers twitch and curl helplessly against his back, the rope binding his arms to it, only allowing him that much leeway. It is moments like these that Kaeya wishes that he possessed a cock of flesh and blood, anything to feel the reverberations of the tremors that he can see rocking Childe's body.
"I'm going to start now," he warns, and watches Childe willingly go back down on the proffered cock. Starts to draw back and then slams back in, begins a pace that Dainsleif matches without issue, the two of them rocking the fatui harbinger in between them and he complies willingly, squirming against Kaeya's hips and sucking noisily on Dainslief, seemingly without a care for what a sight he makes. It's pleasurable, good beyond words, and terribly easy to lose himself in, but all the same Kaeya refrains from going as hard as he can – the memory of the Golden House all to fresh in his mind – the sight had been arresting, but not one he wishes to repeat, not tonight.
Childe's whines and whimpers gain in potency, muffled as they are they ring out through the room and he tenses further. Swift as a flash, Kaeya leans down and grabs his cock, fingers curling around his balls to prevent them from releasing. "No," he growls. "You will go last." There's a strangled sob in response, a broken mewl that Kaeya relishes in, and he rocks again, keeping himself plastered to Childe's back, rutting up against him until he feels his orgasms course through his body, and he slumps, legs trembling. Slips out more by accident, and sits down on the ground, fingers rubbing against his clit, and coaxing out the last of the juices. Eye fixed avidly on the sight of Childe's well fucked hole, left gaping and pink by the passage of the pegger, before it shifts as Childe sits back on his knees, guided along by the hand on his throat. Even if he had wanted to, Kaeya would not have been able to look away, can only watch as Dainsleif stands up, cock slipping further down Childe's throat as he moves above him, practically bracketing his shoulders with his legs. From his position, Kaeya can just barely see the saliva slipping out of the corner of Childe's mouth and dripping down his cheek, shifts slightly and gets a good look at that stuffed and dazed face, stunning with its reddening cheeks and roughly tousled hair.
"No," Dainsleif says quietly. "I think I'll have your ass after all." Steps back, and there is nothing else to do but admire the way that Childe chases after his cock, the thick lines of saliva impossible to tell apart from pre-cum. "On your feet." Dainsleif speaks again, and Kaeya hastily moves to a chair, though the words are evidently not aimed at him when the blonde helps Childe up only to toss him onto the bed, pinning him there with a hand on his throat again. Spreads his legs with the other, one limb hooks over his shoulder the other sprawls out and then with the loudest grunt Kaeya has heard from him, Dainsleif slams home. His fucking his relentless, and if the inhabitants of the tavern, hadn't been aware of what they were up to, they certainly are now for Childe is keening. A siren song of such beauty that Kaeya could listen to it for hours on end and not grow tired of it. Dainslief's much quieter sounds of pleasure almost seem to harmonize with it as he fucks on with steadied determination, only to come to a sudden and abrupt halt, body as still as stone when he orgasms.
Hardly a heartbeat later, Childe arches off the bed and chokes on one last keen, as cum paints his stomach in thick swatches, and Kaeya feels arousal spike once more. Licks his lips almost by instinct, and stands up, ditching the harness in favor of dragging his fingers through it, and smearing it across Childe's chest, while the latter pants. Feels a hand in his hair and he is abruptly hauled to his left, lips warming his own as Dainsleif kisses him desperately. Kaeya kisses back just as hungrily, slips his tongue into that warm mouth, and allows it to tangle into a dance that leaves him breathlessly reeling when he's finally released. Sits back on the bed, leaning against a hand, while Dainsleif carefully extracts himself from Childe, and lowers his legs back onto the bed.
There's a wheezing noise from the fatui, so Kaeya reaches over and carefully detangles the scarf, pulling it from his eyes. Flings it somewhere over his shoulder, thumbs gentle when it brushes the tears away. Childe leans into it, eyes flickering open briefly, and then closing again. Without a word, Dainsleif releases his arms, and starts to massage one, while Kaeya takes care of the other. Gently coaxing circulation and blood flow back not it, before placing it down on the bed, and turning his attention elsewhere.
"You know," Kaeya begins conversationally, and blue eyes dazed and out of focus, flicker up to meet his gaze. He waits patiently until Childe blinks as clarity swims back into them and he coughs, voice utterly wrecked, turns his head and wipes the corners of his mouth. "That was fun, as you said. You did good." There's a pause a blink, and then Childe's face blushes pink, but whatever words he desires to speak fail to escape his throat and he simply sticks out his tongue. "Get some rest," Kaeya replies, unable to withhold his chuckle, and then stands from the bed, not wanting to jostle him further.
"You've certainly ben patient enough," Dainsleif says, and Kaeya feels his heart decamp up to his throat, where it blocks his air source as successfully as the hand that had gripped Childe's neck just a few moments ago. Can do nothing other than stare as Dainsleif prowls over to him, expression solemn and eyes dark with hunger, only remembers to breathe when fingers trace down his jaw, and a voice as deep as the caverns of Tianqui Valley. "Do you need me to be gentle with you?"
Kaeya straightens at those words, leaning into the broad hand, far warmer than his own body temperature and murmurs a "never," watching Dainslief's reaction through his eyelashes. It does not disappoint, there's a flicker of emotion – amusement warring with affection – and then the hands upon him haul him up and closer. One palms his ass so roughly that it feels more like a slap, but that is just the way he likes it, the other grips his thigh, and his legs fall open, revealing himself to Dainslief's questing gaze. A gaze that is soon replaced by the familiar feeling of a large oblong object pushing against his folds, it slides in without warning, entrance made easier by the mingling of juices and lubricant.
Kaeya squeaks, despite himself, hands flailing for Dain's shoulders and he clings to him, biting his lip to keep from making anymore noise, trembling, feeling stretched to the point of breaking and yet Dainsleif doesn't stop. Continues his slow forwards thrust, hands resting bruisingly tight on Kaeya's waist, keeping him in place as he pushes in, and Kaeya can feel his thoughts flee like fish in the wake of Klee's presence. Swallows, tries to drag them back into some semblance of order, to control himself, to fashion a smirk and hover a teasing word but that is rendered impossible when Dainsleif tips him backwards against the desk and he feels a warm mouth take one of his nipples into it. He's keening before the thought has fully registered, claws scratching at Dain's back, legs wrapping tight around his waist as the other grunts softly and starts to fuck him in earnest.
He'll be bruised and sore later, he knows, if he's not careful someone might get worried but at the moment, he only thing he cares about is the way that Dain's fingers are digging into his skin. The sharp flares of momentary pleasure-pain as teeth encounter his shoulder, his breast, his arm, his neck, leaving an array of hickies that he'll have no choice but to cover up. Finds another shaken sound tearing its way from his throat, eye blinking dazedly up into Dain's face, watching the hunger brewing there, and shakily lifts a hand to stroke his cheek. Dain's eyes immediately refocus on him, alert and questioning, but Kaeya has no answers to give him, can hardly gather the wherewithal to form a coherent sentence, and after a bit those eyes flicker away again.
"How many orgasms will you give me, your highness," Dainsleif asks, more statement than question.
Kaeya exhales ice, and cards his fingers through the silky hair, feels it stick to the sweat of his hand, and grips it tightly, forcing Dain's head up. "As many…" Trails off, choking on a whine, as the cock piercing his inwards hits that spot that makes stars before him, and the words flee again. Dain's laughter is a rare thing, something to be treasured and hoarded like his brother hoards the vampire's attention, and so Kaeya only tugs his hair when the man laughs at him now. Dain's eyes flicker to him once more and then he straightens up, hand reaching up to coil around Kaeya's and draw it down. Pins it to the desk with such care as to be mistaken for gentleness. Kaeya knows better, recognizes the glint in those eyes, and feels anticipation begin to rise, curling at the base of his throat.
"When I am finished, your highness," Dainsleif says mildly. "You will not be able to walk."
His smile is practically carnivorous and Kaeya is abruptly reminded of the panthers that used to prowl the wildlands of his home. Feels his heart beat harder – knows that Dainsleif can hear it – even as a smirk flits across his face, and he says teasingly, tauntingly, "Now now, is that anyway to speak to your prince, Dainslief?"
Dainsleif blinks slowly at him, his head tilting just slightly, and then he shoves back inside. Hard and fast. Not stopping until Kaeya can feel his ass pressing flush to Dainslief's thighs. After that he loses all coherent thought.
Consciousness returns in flickering bursts of noise and sensations. The feeling of a cold cloth across his sensitive skin. The rough brush of callouses along his cheek. A voice from his past, somehow returned to life in his present, and he saw Dainsleif die. He knows what he saw. Blood splattering the ground. A fair blue painted red. Eyes wide with horror, and then hey had softened. Looked at him with such unbearable gentleness and that voice. The sound of it so damnably familiar, one who has haunted his dreams for an eternity of memories – Kaeya shakes the thoughts from his head, and blinks his eyes open. He's splayed out on the bed, a warm weight – Childe – curled into his side, breathing still deep and steady. Looks around and Dainsleif is there, rinsing out another cloth. Gestures sure and practiced, as if this too, the act of aftercare is simply what is expected of him. He's already dressed again and Kaeya knows instinctively, that when he next awakens Dainsleif will be gone. Off pursuing the ghost of a people long perished, it doesn't hurt as much as it used to that knowledge. He must make some kind of noise for Dainsleif turns and looks at him.
"Go back to sleep, your highness. Dawn will be here all too soon."
Whatever words his tongue had been trying to form slip away, and Kaeya feels his consciousness soon follow, drifting back down into the endless sea of dark dreams.