It's your birthday (I know you want to ride)
Lips trail along his neck, gently nuzzling his hair out of the way, and Kaeya shudders in response. Exhales a breath that is just a touch too cold, as it seems to be whenever arousal starts to bloom in his gut. His element is such that where some might grow hotter, he only grows more chilled as if the cryo vision is more than just an aspiration of his desires but an intricate part of his own soul. "Be patient; it'll be your turn soon enough," he says and carefully adds a third finger, watching as Childe practically writhes in response, his dick leaking faster.
Teeth scrape against his ear, and then the lips return, pressing almost sweetly against his jaw. It's the only warning that he gets. Teeth sink into his flesh moments later, and Kaeya curses and would have fallen forwards if not for Dainslief's arm wrapped around his stomach as the man bites his shoulder possessively. "Oh fuck," Kaeya breathes, balancing himself against the bed as a soft chuckle ruffles the hairs on the back of his neck. "You bastard, is that any way to treat your prince?"
"Is there a way that you would prefer, your highness?" Dainslief responds voice rumbling softly, almost a purr. A promise of certain pleasure if the way that his hand is squeezing Kaeya's ass is anything to go by. Not so hard as to bruise, but by no means gentle either; it's exactly as he likes it.
"Y-yeah, your highness," Childe speaks up then, voice beautifully wrecked. "How exactly would you prefer to be treated?" A smirk is plastered across his face, eyes going all squinty as they do when he's heard a particularly good joke. A flicker of pink appears as he wets his lips, and Kaeya desires nothing more than to feel that tongue inside his body, licking and lapping at him in worshipful devotion.
"Manners, manners, lil' moneybag~," He says lightly and twists his fingers one last time before withdrawing them abruptly. Drawing no small amount of amusement from Childe's squawk of protest. "Your prince is plotting." He twists around, rising up on his toes as Dainslief meets him halfway, kissing him like his life depends on it. Digs his fingers into soft hair and drags him down to his level, only pulling back enough to drag in a ragged breath before he's leaning in again. Dainslief curls around him and succumbs to his whims with all the grace of a cat melting into pets, his tongue licking its way into Kaeya's mouth, over and over again, until Kaeya feels his lungs start to burn from lack of air. He draws away, saliva escaping out of the corner of his mouth, but fingers grip his jaw and still him as effectively as a knife to his throat. Dainslief observes him through narrowed eyes, something akin to hunger in his gaze. Kaeya swallows and feels his arousal spike sharply when the knight's eyes zero in on his throat, fangs catching the light when his mouthparts.
The fingers on his jaw tighten just slightly, but Kaeya goes willingly, steps in close, and this time he's the one being hauled up into a kiss. Dainslief lifting him as if he weighs nothing more than a sack of flour, a hand under his ass. It gropes his buttock roughly and Kaeya squirms, whining against his lips and then hiding his face against Dainslief's neck when he can take no more. The answering chuckle is as dear to his ears as the sight of gold falling into his coin sack. "Adorable," Dainslief says, his hand giving a little pat to his ass.
Kaeya nips his shoulder in retaliation and squirms again, only to find himself landing on the bed. Hands grip his hair, and within the next heartbeat, he's being dragged into a different sort of embrace. Whereas kissing Dainslief is like kissing the night sky itself – cold and distant – kissing Childe is far warmer and wetter. The harbinger kisses like it's their last opportunity, sucking at Kaeya's lower lip as his hands slide up and down his sides, unceremoniously shoving beneath cloth to rest against skin. Kaeya twitches when he feels one enclose around his nipple and twists it, finds himself gasping against smirking lips even as he pushes Childe back down. The man remains unrepentant under his censuring glare, the ropes that had previously restrained him now only hanging from one wrist. "Naughty," Kaeya tells him, although he can't bring himself to complain too much when those hands feel so good against his skin.
The bed dips, and then Dainslief is beside him as well, a large hand settling on Kaeya's back even as he leans in to kiss their partner. Kaeya is more than willing to sit back and indulge in the sight of the harbinger falling prey to Dainslief's practiced skill. If someone had brought this possibility to his attention a year ago, he would have laughed them out of Mondstade. A year ago, he hadn't even known that Dainslief was alive, but now the Twilight Sword is rolling around in his bed, leaving the proof of his existence embedded all over. It's the thin blonde hairs that clog the shower drain and the whetting stone under the dresser. The extra food in the fridge – milk that Childe disdains and shrimp that Kaeya willingly turns his nose up at – all things that prove that this is not a delusion of his. Dainslief exists; he breaths in the same air that Kaeya does and eats the same foods; his presence is a solid weight under his hands. Kaeya hadn't even realized he'd reached out until Dainslief grunts at having his hair pulled and turns partially towards him, gaze questioning. Kaeya says nothing, merely allowing his eyes to wander across scar-ridden skin, he knows the story of some of them, had born witness to others, but there are many he has never seen before. Each time Dainslief returns to him, there is a new mark on his skin, a badge of honor that he wishes had never been given. Dainslief head tilts, the line of his neck a siren's call that he would normally indulge in, but this time he locks eyes with Childe instead.
The Fatui does not miss his cue, striking out as quick as a snake as his arms wrap around Dainslief's torso, lips finding the sensitive spot behind his ear. Dainslief buckles, catches himself, and does not fall again, fingers gripping the sheets as he rumbles. Kaeya laughs softly as he leans closer and kisses him, licks his way into his mouth, and swallows the gasp he manages to coax out. Withdraws only when Dainslief's hand finds his shoulder and pushes him back. Kaeya licks his lips in satisfaction, eyes admiring the new line of hickies spread across Dainslief's shoulders; he's impatient to add his own marks to the list.
"What is it you desire, your highness?" Dainslief asks then, but the glint in his eyes suggests that he already knows the answer.
"You," Kaeya replies simply and pushes him down. He perches in his lap, reaching out to snag Childe by the wrist and drag him over as well. The fatui was more than willing to lean into his side, chin resting on his shoulder. "Mouth. Dick. Get to work," Kaeya tells him and moves out of the way. Childe's laughter is sun-kissed beaches and waves that glitter in the sunlight, but he offers no protest as he settles down between Dainslief's legs and places his mouth on his cock. Kaeya could sit for hours watching the two of them at work, admiring the way that Dainslief's hand has settled in Childe's hair and how the latter leans even closer to him, eyes closed in contentment. They're beautiful, the both of them, true works of art that he rather wants to paint. Would keep them safe by his side for all of eternity if the universe would allow him his selfishness, but he knows already that it will not. Only fools ask for gifts of the gods. He shifts closer, sets his hand on one of Dainslief's pretty nipples, and twists it. The answering squeak is music to his ears.
"Your highness," Dainslief whispers sometime later, and there is a breathless quality to his voice now, something that borders on the edge of pleading. Kaeya wants nothing more than to keep going until he shatters under his hands and relishes at the idea of making him beg, but the thing between the three of them is still fragile. He retreats rather than push his luck further, hand stroking along Dainslief's thigh, watching as it twitches and bucks under his hand. He looks up to meet Childe's gaze, reading the hunger in his expression, before he nods. Immediately, Childe leans down to kiss their partner, needily licking and nipping at his lips until Dainslief grants him entrance, arching up under his touch. His hands finally relaxed enough to release their death grip on the sheets, one moving to grab Childe's hip instead. Kaeya hums in satisfaction, waiting until Dainslief is as distracted as he's likely to get before he crawls into his lap and sits down on his dick. The strangled whine that Dainslief releases is music to his ears, and Kaeya laughs, swallowing back his own needy noises even as his eyes water, for Dainslief is not small by any means. He bottoms out, squirming until he's comfortable, hand tracing nonsensical patterns along Dainslief's shuddering stomach.
"Gods above," Childe murmurs reverently, "you're so pretty like this. Are you sure we can't tie you up next time?"
Dainslief tilts his head to look back at him, expression torn between need that borders on desperation and exasperation at the teasing. "Fuck off," he says succinctly. His mouth parts, no doubt intending to spit out more curses, but Kaeya chooses that moment to give a tentative bounce, delighting in how Dainslief's teeth visibly sink into his lower lip. Kaeya laughs softly but offers no mercy; instead, he starts up a languid pace. Rising and falling to his own whims, it's not nearly enough, but there is far too much pleasure in watching Dainslief's stubborn façade crack apart like glass. It is rare enough that he is afforded this opportunity; failing to take advantage would be the height of foolishness. He exchanges a glance with Childe, whose amusement is easily read when it's spread across his face like jam on bread.
"That wasn't a no," Childe says, his voice breathless with barely restrained laughter. His hands are gentle when they stroke Dainslief's head, tucking his bangs away from his eyes, fingers learning the map of his face. Dainslief exhales a sigh and leans into them, his eyes gone entirely dark with arousal. Kaeya wonders if they'd still glow in the dark, but turning off the lights takes far too much effort. He leans forwards instead, heart singing when Childe meets him halfway, kissing him like he seeks the secrets of the universe within the depths of his mouth. Kaeya allows him to guide it, melting under the dual pleasure as he continues to undulate slowly, hands resting on Dainslief's shoulders for balance. He retreats only when his lungs begin to burn in protest, licking the taste of salt off his lips. Childe follows him instinctively before he catches himself, a pout on his own pretty lips. Kaeya pats his head and then returns his attention to the one patiently waiting beneath him.
If Dainslief had been aroused earlier, he is certainly ten times more so now, for blue sparks dance in his mouth when it parts around a gasp. Kaeya, never one to follow the guidelines of common sense, promptly sticks his fingers inside. Only once before has he witnessed Dainslief unleashing the full force of the abyssal power that dwells within him; it had been an exhilarating thrill to witness it from the safety of Albedo's floating flowers. To touch it now feels like holding his hand out while traversing into the spiral abyss, a void of nothingness. Yet, while the spiral is cold - chilly enough that he had only made that mistake once - Dainslief's mouth burns. His tongue is warm heat when it curls around his fingers, sucking on them with dedication. Lips only the softest of restraints when they close, and Kaeya slips his fingers in a little further, relishing in how Dainslief allows the intrusion, welcomes it even if the way his dick jolts is anything to go by. He twists them, drags his index along the edge of sharp teeth, and feels the danger that lurks within when he encounters fangs sharp enough to cut skin. Dainslief is watching him through half-lidded eyes, his lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, and that pale dusting of pink still present. Kaeya leans all the way forwards until he can brush his lips along with the edge f his ear. "Beautiful," he murmurs.
When he straightens, the dusting has become a full-fledged blush. Satisfied, Kaeya withdraws his fingers, wiping them off on his leg. "There we go, that is a good look on you," he says happily and then gets to work. He speeds up until he attains a pace that will satisfy them both within minutes; Dainslief's rumbles are a familiar cacophony in his ears. Fingers on his chin have him turning his head, and then Childe's lips are on his once more. It's messy and uncoordinated, but he loves it, all the same, clinging to both of his boys with everything that he has as the world blurs around them. His orgasm hits him by surprise, spurred on by the fingers slipping into his ass, the teeth scraping the sensitive spot behind his ear. Kaeya cries out when it overtakes him, rides the after-shocks of it for a minute, struggling to regain his breath, only for the world to suddenly shift on its axis. When he blinks clarity back into his eyes, Dainslief is poised over him, hands leaving bruises on his hops as he stares pleadingly, a question on his face.
"Y-yes," Kaeya gasps out. It's all he can manage before Dainslief starts to move, thrusting in and out as if he's attempting to win some sort of competition. He wraps his arms around him in response, clinging to him as Dainslief fucks any semblance of coherent thought right out of his brain. His digs his fingers in, leaving trails of red as he claws up and down Dainslief's back, whines building in his throat and escaping in a flurry of noises that he soon loses track of. It's over as soon as it began, Dainslief going still as he climaxes, fine tremors coursing down his spine. Kaeya holds him through it and presses a kiss to his cheek before slumping back on the bed. His hand is reeling, spinning from the pleasure and stimulation. For a moment, he expects Childe to hop into the mixture, but a glance to his left shows the Fatui working himself off with a swift hand. He comes a moment later, his own whine of satisfaction muffled almost shyly by his hand. Kaeya makes a mental note to fuck the shyness out of him later; Childe's voice is never prettier than when it is singing out in pleasure. He groans as Dainslief withdraws, just barely managing to move out of the way before he face plants the bed.
"Worse than fiends, the both of you," Dainslief murmurs, his voice far hoarser than Kaeya has ever heard it before. It fills him with pride to know that he is the reason for it. That he is responsible for turning the famed Twilight Sword into this boneless mass of contentment that is currently sprawled across their bed.
"And yet, here we are," Childe replies smugly and pats the man on the head. The glowers he receives in return is part tempestuous, and pride and part annoyed fondness. Childe ignores it with the skill of one who is used to being looked at in irritation and drops a kiss on top of Dainslief's head. "Shall I start the bath?"
"Yes," Kaeya says promptly. There's a grumble from Dainslief that sounds a lot like 'cuddles,' and he shuffles closer compliantly, running his fingers along his spine. "Bath before cuddles; I don't need you complaining about it in the morning," he says, lips twitching when he receives a disgruntled huff in response, but then Dainslief is rolling over and resting his head in his lap. He tucks himself in closer, he exhales hot breaths against Kaeya's stomach, and one of his hands slips into his own. It squeezes his fingers once before letting go again. Kaeya catches it before it can escape and lifts it up to his lips, depositing a kiss on the back of it. Within the depths of his heart, he recites the words to a promise that he's not sure that he'll ever be ready to voice, but Dainslief seems to hear it anyway, for his expression softens further.
His cheeks dust over with pink, lips curving into an unmistakably tender smile. "Thank you," Dainslief says, and that is all Kaeya needs to hear.
He may not know how long this fragile thing between them will last, not when two of them walk along opposite sides of this war the Archons have started. Kaeya knows that his own side is not as clear as he would like it to be; he's no longer certain that he will be able to take Dainslief's hand should the worse come to pass, not when he has built himself a family in this city of stone. So he pushes the dread from his mind, swallows back his worries until they become nothing more than a lump at the base of his stomach, and busies himself playing with Dainslief's hair. Love is a fickle mistress, and Kaeya despises her just as much as he hates her sister Fate, but even so, he will indulge in these moments of peace before the storm. Only time will tell if they will ever come again.