Childe always looks so good underneath her hands.
Lumine is a dainty thing when compared to the broad expanse of his back. Her fingers, short and slim, smooth along the curve of every knob of his spine. From neck to flank, she takes in the sight of him: the spattering of freckles across the backs of his shoulders; how he's pressed down, his chest flush with the mattress; the way that he whines softly against the pillow as he tries to fuck back against her.
How his ass is spread wide around her cock so deliciously.
"So tight," she murmurs as she slides her thumb across his puffy rim, wishing that she could actually feel it. But he looks so good, speared onto this perfect specimen of a cock— not too long, but nice and thick, made of well-tempered glass.
It fits snuggly in the soft, leather harness, the other side of it curved and settled deep into her cunt. She drips at the thought of him below her, at how well he responds to her touch. At how with every thrust of her hips, she can feel the cock budge within her as well.
The teasing grind can be ruining at times.
"Oh," murmurs Childe against soft silk. His face is turned to the side and cradled by a pillow, his cheeks pink and his mouth open in a soft little pout. His hair is mussed and tangled so attractively. He looks so perfectly debauched. "Oh—"
Lumine rolls her hips and Childe keens into the sheets. "Fuck," he breathes as his eyes slip closed and he raises his hips to fuck back against her.
It isn't often they make love like this, but sometimes it's what he craves. Sometimes, Childe feels things a little too much. Leftover adrenaline that courses through his veins. The darkness of the Abyss that swathes over him in the aftermath of the Foul Legacy.
Lumine makes love to him to bring him back to where he belongs. She lost their spar that day, but the only thing that she'll lose here is herself as she slips deep into his ass, over and over.
He explained it once, the craving. It's about losing control, you know? Feels good sometimes to just be so well taken care of and to give right in. And oh, how she loves it, watching him take her cock like a champ. Childe presses back against her in stuttering movements, trying to take her deeper, trying to change the angle—
Childe finds it, judging by the way that his thighs tense, how he buries his face entirely into the pillow, and the fucked-out sound that he looses.
Lumine slows to a slick crawl, grinding deep into him. "Right there?" she asks, squeezing at his ass check, watching as his hole just swallows her length down. He takes her so well; she could watch him forever, and how the dildo slips into him wetly.
He whines pathetically, rutting against her. Lumine smiles sweetly as she slides her hands across the smooth skin of his backside. She spreads his cheeks and just watches and watches as she presses into him languidly. Soft touches, right into his prostate. Lumine sees the way that Childe's toes curl.
"I wish I could feel you," she says, leaning over and pressing herself against his back. It's a different angle, one that's more direct. Childe is nothing but a blubbering mess beneath her warm and practiced hands.
"Lumine, Lu—" Childe moans, scrabbling against the bed.
She presses a kiss against the back of his neck, licking a stripe there. Delights in the salty tang of his sweaty skin. Childe pulls at the bedsheets, fucking back against her, impaling himself deep.
"Fuck," says Childe, forcing a quicker pace because he's tired of Lumine taking her sweet time. And maybe she's a little cruel, keeping him at the edge of his pleasure until he can't possibly stand there anymore.
"Darling," she whispers near his ear, plastered against his back as she rolls her hips against him, thighs flush with his ass. "My darling, Ajax," she coos, reaching up to brush back his sweaty bangs.
And then she pulls her hips back until only the tip is left and slams them back in.
"Archons." Childe yells it, his voice cracked and long gone, "Oh my gods, Lu, Lu—"
She prides herself on pulling him apart so well. Lumine prides herself on putting him back together too, piece by piece until he's whole again, nothing but Childe— not whatever it was left boiling in his veins that needed to be fucked away.
Sex hardens his resolve. It hardens other things too, thinks Lumine as she smiles against his cheek, her hand sliding down his side and snaking around to his front. Childe huffs a breath in anticipation as her fingers scratch through the soft curls near the base of his dick.
Making love softens his edges, however, and Lumine's favorite version of Childe is when he's nothing but a puddle in their bed as she obliterates him with her cock. Her thrusts are steady and smooth, her thighs smacking against his ass. Her fingers skirt around the base of his dick before she drags one along the length of it.
"Oh." His voice is so soft. Her strokes are languid, lingering almost, but still hard on the downstroke. He spreads his legs wider as though he wants to pull her right in. Childe's cock dribbles precome everywhere, and Lumine spreads it around, swirling her thumb across the crown of his dick. She thumbs at the slit and imagines just how he tightens around her cock.
Gods, she wishes she could feel it, just a little taste. His warm insides snug around her as she fucks into him relentlessly. Her cunt quivers at the thought, the other side of the cock delivering enviable pressure. She's so wet, leaking around the thick length inside and between her thighs.
Childe's cock is better of course, but she can only do one thing at a time. Usually.
"You're so tight," she murmurs against him, soft and filthy words that even she feels in her core, a slow-burning pleasure that churns her gut. "I just know it, warm and wet, so snug around my cock. I love to watch how well you take me."
"Lu, please," begs Childe, having lost the rest of his resolve. His chest is flat to the bed and his neck is wrenched at an awkward angle, but he shows no intention of settling into something more comfortable. He just fucks back against Lumine, trying to spur her on, to get her going faster and harder.
Lumine takes pity on him, grasping at his cock with the entirety of her hand. Her fingers curl around as she jerks it, fucking into him. She presses kisses to his sweaty cheek, tugs at his dick so lovingly.
Childe's overstimulated, having been at her wicked whims for the better part of an hour, edged for so long. He sobs her name into the pillow over and over. His eyes leak with tears as he moans, his face ruddy and wholly debauched. He's gone, gone.
"So perfect," she says into his hair, her soft words directly contradicting the way that she drives into him hard, "Ajax, you can come for me. Can you do that?"
He can and he will; Lumine can tell by the way his body quivers, pulled taut like the string on his bow. Childe whines pathetically when he comes, his legs shaking as they tense up. He collapses slightly, his chest heaving. Lumine's hand is covered with his come, and the sheets too. She pauses long enough to lick it from her fingers slowly and with intent, Childe watching her in a blissed-out haze.
"You did so well." Lumine presses a lingering kiss to his temple, as she rakes her fingers through his hair. "You always do, for me."
"Hmm," hums Childe as he comes down from his high.
Lumine's cunt throbs, unsatisfied, but she loves to watch him in the aftermath of fucking him raw. Once he finds himself again he'll take care of her too. She eases her cock out of him, watching his loosened hole that's slick with oil, thumbing at it gently. Slips one finger and then a second, teasing him gently with a hesitant touch.
Childe groans, but not in a bad way; it's more of a how dare you and don't fucking stop kind of way. So she doesn't. Lumine gently presses her fingers into him to sit and rest there as he grounds himself. Wiggles them slightly, and pulls gently at his rim.
He loves it, the slight overbearingness of the too-much touch. Sighs softly into the bed as he melts entirely under her touch.
"Lu," he says eventually, turning on to his side. "I wanna—"
She's already laying across the bed, entirely on display for him. Lumine reaches down to unhook the harness and gently slides the dildo from her, tossing it to the side. Childe watches slack-jawed, his eyes settling right onto her glistening cunt once it's fully revealed.
"Fuck," he murmurs, crawling over to her. He presses kisses to her forehead, her cheek, her neck. He licks across her jaw and down to her collarbone. Swirls his tongue around a nipple, sucking at it with just a hint of teeth.
The coiling pleasure returns, but it's mostly the enthusiasm that sets Lumine's core on fire. Childe drinks up the entirety of her like she's a short glass of water and he's thirsty and wanton. She's the same, they're both the same. They are both so good for each other.
She moves her leg and spreads her thighs wide. Presses her fingers into his curling locks and pulls at them. Lumine tugs his head down, down, down— And Childe gets the picture.
He pauses though, resting his cheek against her thigh, sighing softly as he stares back up at her. "I love you," he says, those sea-blue eyes dark with feeling.
For a moment, Lumine crumbles, her heart bursting with affection. She cups his cheek warmly. "I love you too," she says.
Childe's face is warm against her thigh. She strokes through his hair gently.
But then she gets impatient, tugging his head back towards her cunt. Childe laughs, his breath hot and wet against her slit. He thumbs across it, testing her wetness before sinking it in deep.
Lumine can feel the way that her gaze darkens in her bones. Just like she knows exactly what to do with Childe, she's all but putty in his hands. It doesn't take much for her cunt to flood his palm. When they meet gazes again, he smirks at her, amused.
A clear challenge has been presented.
"Do you worst," she tells him, because the best promises always come as a threat.
Childe doesn't need to be told twice.
