#full constellation

You wanted nothing more than for your limbs to be tangled with his, sweat glistening as you rode out your highs. But instead you were on your knees in his bedroom, ankles and wrists bound behind your back as your gaze bore holes into the floor.

Cold fingertips gripped your cheeks and pushed your stare to Childe’s, his ocean eyes now an intense blue flame.

“Did I not ask a question?” He pinched hard on your face, forcing your mouth open as he spat at you, spit landing on your tongue. When he let go you swallowed, opening your mouth again to show your bare tongue. Just like you knew he wanted. Childe scoffed and rose from his crouched position before you. “At least you’re good for something.”

Heavy footsteps circled you, stopping at your backside. You clenched your legs together in anticipation as you heard him summon his hydro blades, slitting open the ropes that bound your limbs.

“Up.”

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“Sit.”

You moved swiftly, eager to continue. You knew what he meant by sit — he wanted you on his lap, and you complied. Your knees dug into the mattress as you straddled him, avoiding touching him for stability. In a moment of poor judgement, you lightly ground your core against his erection, eliciting a grunt from Childe and his hand grasping at your wrist.

“Now who said you could do that?” he hissed. You lowered your head, eyes trained on the exposed v-line you could see through his unbuttoned shirt.

“Please?” you whispered, not realizing you’d spoken until after the fact. The throbbing at your core had become unbearable, and with your thighs spread apart you had no other source of relief. Childe looked you up and down, admiring the sheen of sweat he’d brought to your skin and the way it glittered over your curves. “I’m yours,” you desperately added.

You knew the hold those words had on him. Normally he’d have teased you for stooping so low, have scoffed at your begging. But the sight of his lover needy in his lap, chest heaving, asking — no, begging for his cock? He supposed one night of giving in to your pleading wouldn’t hurt.

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