I Keep my Special Boys in the Cave [Genshin Childe/Bennett/Heizou]

[DirtyDeku]

Ah. Ahhh... He really hoped he'd whipped up enough of his special dish for however long Tartaglia decided to entertain himself with the two of them. The Harbinger could fry an egg just fine, but still. Specialty bonuses and whatnot. His attention is split between the two of them, face scrunching as he tried not to flinch at what is most certainly the begin of a fight but then--

Huh?

"Oh, um, yeah I guess so," He blinks in confusion, switching his sword from one hand to the other. Not his best idea but... Y'know. He pulls his glove off with his teeth, letting it drop to the floor with a smack. Ew. Leather. Not good for being sweaty as Bennett is right now. He rubs the sweat off on his shirt with debatable success before offering his hand to Heizo. What exactly was this all about? Was he about to get his hand stolen or something? What was this, Johnathan's Strange Roadtrip? His expression is still tense even when Heizo goes about maneuvering his hand under his waistband and--

He makes a bewildered expression, holding his sword up in what he hoped was a 'fuck, hold on, don't kill me yet' motion. Then, he turns his head to look at Heizo and just-- "Yeah! Yeah, I'm-- yeah. Wow, you're... Uh-- time out? Let's talk about this first? We don't have to fight."

He looks between the two of them, and yeah him being the youngest of the three is kind of showing as he looks more confused than he looks combative now. Why would he be... if he wasn't interested wouldn't he be, like, not...? Not that being wet meant a damn thing, considering he and Heizo's shared anatomy just existed like that in a healthy state. When he pulls his hand out, he holds it up to show Tartaglia how the slickness stretched between his spreading fingers. That should probably be enough of a statement, right?

"...Are you a virgin, Heizo?" Damn. Gotta ask that question, doesn't he? There was a specific idea dancing around his mind while he rubbed the other's arousal around on his fingers, his sword disappearing with a similar flash of light to what it appeared with. Dirty... Dirty, dirty thought. He looks like he has a sunburn with how his face, ears, and neck have grown redder and redder. "I've only met one other guy like me-- and you!-- before and it was... ehehe..."

[cynnabnnuy]

Heizou gripped Bennett's wrist gently as he lead it down, lips pressed firmly together as he let his hips roll once at the heat before he let go. Pulling away from the other's hand, he nodded at the mention of a discussion before readjusting himself. "Yeah, that'd uh... probably be for the best." Voice quiet for a moment, he took a breath and hesitated again before pulling back further. How the hell he ever ended up like this, he wasn't sure, but he was soaked, and watching Bennett spread his slick across his fingers had his stomach twisting with want. So... so much want... He could feel his brain clinging to any semblance of morality that was very clearly crumbling.

"I- uh- You've met someone else?" Deflecting the question, he turned to the other's mention of someone else like them, definitely ignoring Childe's interest as he carefully tugged his shirt into place again. And... again, when it moved too far. Fuck, he was so out of his element. He had no idea what to do or how to act, or where to look, and it was wearing on his nerves like all hell. "That's uh... neat?"

[CRYBABY]

Blue eyes danced between the two, growing impatient with every passing second. Despite the man’s erection at the erotic display before him, he knew that the two needed space to … bond? Talk it out? Feel connected and reassured? Childe was well aware of the challenges Bennett faced due to his anatomy, he was accepted by many but there would always be people that chose to hate what’s different rather than celebrating it. Though the people that made Benny uncomfortable didn’t last very long on this planet, Tartaglia made sure of that. So he stood by and let them have their moment.

When the adventurer’s hand resurfaced to reveal proof of Heizou’s interest in the pair, Tartaglia took the opportunity to move things along. He reached his hand out to wrap around Bennett’s wrist, guiding his hand towards the Harbinger’s mouth where his fingers were met with Childe’s tongue. He licked up the boy’s fingers, tongue snaking between each one before taking each digit one by one in his mouth to ensure there was nothing left. Once Bennett’s fingers were licked clean the man returned his hand.

He eyed Heizou, taking pleasure in the boy’s flushed face.“You taste sweet for such a rotten kid.” he chuckled, “Go ahead and return the favor, I love being hand fed dessert.”

[DirtyDeku]

"Sorry for laughing, it wasn't at you--" He's interrupted by Tartaglia sucking on his fingers, which elicits a meek sound of pleasure and him glancing down and to the side with a very evident reddening of the face. :Shyy:! He takes a moment to settle down the surge of arousal that has come over him, squeezing his legs together and rubbing his exposed calves on one another. "L-Like I said, it wasn't at you, I just... it's exciting to meet other people who know how I feel, I guess."

And the fact that it opened up the opportunity to scissor eachother half to death, but he's not entirely sure how to ask to do so. Was there a sexy way to do that...? Bennett wasn't really used to communicating about his needs, and Tartaglia sure didn't-- at least not in the way he should. It was always I'm going to and never can I do this? Bennett occasionally asked if they could do something, but he already knew Tartaglia liked doing whatever he asked to do. With Heizo, he has no clue. Heizo avoided the question though, so he probably was a virgin. Fair enough... He should be at this age. Would it be as bad as Bennett losing his virginity to Tartaglia? Bennett was closer to Heizo's age. Maybe it'd be more normal, but Tartaglia being involved at all makes it... not normal.

Maybe he'd think about falling into a crack in the ice a little more next time.

Probably not though.

"Oh, um," He blinks owlishly, tugging his other glove off and letting it thump to the floor. Yucky. He rubs his sweaty palm on his shirt the best he can before he looks down at himself and starts to undo the string keeping it held together. He didn't seem like the corset type of person but, uh, y'all heard Hoyo. The Bennett must be absolutely gift-wrapped in Hoyo's clubwear. The baby needs to serve cunt. ...I'm not a fashion gay. He undoes the clasp at the front of his shirt as well, pulling it from under his Kingdom Hearts belt and then letting it slide to the floor. He's pretty much as scarred as one might expect, covered in newer pink scars and old silver-colored scars. He's not particularly gifted, or in his case burdened, in having much breast tissue at all. He'd barely fill an A-cup, if at all. "I'm not much, but, y'know... b-better than spending crazy amounts of Mora for underwear...?"

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh- Oh god, that's hot. Heizou watched on in shock and awe as Childe- Tartaglia? As the Harbinger cleared his slick from Bennett's fingers. He couldn't catch his breath, head spinning at the sight before his brows furrowed in arousal thinly veiled by feigned frustration. Still speechless, though, he rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the blonde as he nodded carefully. "It's perfectly fine, I didn't take any offense to it." Assuring him softly, mostly to avoid his voice cracking at an inopportune moment, he bit his lip as his eyes flicked briefly to the other's legs. He took note of the way they pressed together but left that aside for the moment as he was presented with the other stripping.

The display had him going feral inside his mind, the scarred and small chest garnering a bit more saliva in his mouth than he cared to admit. "You're more than fine, Bennett." Hands twitching at his sides for a moment, he pressed closer, hesitating only for a moment before moving to carefully tug that stupid Kingdom Hearts belt undone so the shorts were easier to... well, put his hand under. No coy way to phrase that one. If Hoyo wants their boys serving cunt, we'll make it happen.

So, moving behind the boy, he carefully snaked his fingers under the dark blue fabric, resting his palm on the boy's mound as he started undoing his own myriad of accessories. It was bound to be a hassle, but he could at least make it easier while his fingers traced the other's folds in return. Regardless of how many (or how few) people he'd slept with and how fucking weird the situation was, he was absolutely into the current activities. Embarrassingly so, honestly. Nevertheless, he bit at his lip as he gathered the other's juices on his fingers while his free hand moved to reside on his hip once enough things had been undone and dropped to the floor.

"Fuck..." Cursing under his breath, Heizou pulled his hand back out of the other's pants, hesitating for a second before spreading his fingers to watch the ropes snap. He licked one of his fingers carefully, offering the rest of the flavor to the Fatuus as directed while his attention turned back to the boy. "So uh... this- this is a thing now, I suppose, have you ever... Done anything with someone like us?" Have you ever done anything with a trans, Bennett? He's grasping at anything here, mans has no clue what he should do next, but he definitely knows he wants to do unsavory things involving them rubbing their bits together.

[CRYBABY]

Childe’s calm expression turned dark almost instantly as he grabbed Heizou’s offered hand by the wrist, yanking the teen away from Bennett. “I don’t recall giving you permission to taste what’s mine.” Before the kid had a chance to speak, Childe’s free hand was wrapped around his neck, applying enough pressure to keep him silent without having him pass out. What fun would it be if Heizou wasn’t awake for his punishment? The Harbinger licked on of Heizou’s fingers slowly, making a show of it, but when he reached the tip he bit down with his fangs, tearing skin that would absolutely leave a scar. He continued this trend applying slightly more pressure around the detective’s throat as he went until Heizou’s hand was a dripping mess. Childe took one last lick of the detective’s blood before releasing his hand on Heizou’s neck allowing the teen to fall to the floor gasping for air. “Remember who’s in charge when it comes to Benny.” he warned, turning his head to take in the sight of the adventurer. He was perfect, the mere fact that Bennett had just said ‘I’m not much’ was a personal insult to Tartaglia. Anyone with eyes could see the delicacy laid in front of them when he allowed Bennett to be on display.

He approached Bennett, stepping over Heizou who was trying to gather himself off the floor, a wide smile on his face showing off blood stained teeth. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, baby.” he praised, taking Bennett into a bloody kiss while his hands traced over both fresh and old scars on the boy’s chest and shoulders– some that the Harbinger proudly put there himself. He broke their kiss to focus his lips on biting and sucking Bennett’s jaw down to his neck. Blue eyes focused on the soft skin surrounding his jugular vein, causing his mouth to dampen with saliva. Bite, tear into him, rip him apart. So he did, piercing the boy’s neck with his fangs as he groped his small breast. “You’re mine, Benny, don’t forget that.” His tone was direct but soft, laced with some fucked up codependent love that your mother warned you about.

After getting a fill of Bennett’s chest he turns to grab Heizou up off the floor by his hair. Snaking his hand behind the teen’s head he pressed their lips together in a sloppy kiss that had his stomach in knots. He hadn’t felt this excited with a new toy in a very long time. “Get on the bed for me, both of you.” he ordered, shoving Heizou gently towards the bed with a smirk. Childe proceeded to take a seat in a nearby chair, spreading his legs enough that the towel was no longer able to contain his erection. Full pp for your viewing pleasure. Childe’s hand stroked his dick once, giving the two teens a dangerous smile. “Rub your cunts together and don’t stop 'til I say so.”

[DirtyDeku]

"Oh, yeah! I did stuff with somebody like us once, it was really good--" He just manages to get out before Tartaglia makes it abundantly clear that Bennett belongs to him first and foremost, his coy excitement turning to concern. He thought about the two of them biting eachother's fingers off earlier, but he hadn't decided he was going to commit to that yet! Plus, Heizo hadn't been a part of it! He could be, if he wished, but he didn't seem like the type to bind himself by marriage to two foreigners so quickly. Not to mention the fact that almost having a finger bitten off is, uh, usually a bad sign. So was being choked like he weighed absolutely nothing. Definitely hot in a shameful way for Bennett, and he keeps his mouth shut despite his eyebrows knitting together. Yeesh... that probably hurt a lot.

He doesn't resist the kiss Tartaglia pushes onto him, tipping his head up to make up the distance. Stupid tall sexy ginger boyfriend... His pulse was hammering in his chest once more, and he knows that Tartaglia could feel it against his lips as he found and focused in on Bennett's jugular. His breath catches in his throat the split second before the other's teeth are digging into him, and it escapes with a weak whine of pleasure as his chest was fondled. Without feeling the wet gush of too much blood escaping his wound, Bennett mentally breathes a sigh of relief. Bleeding to death wasn't necessarily the worst way to die, but he didn't really like it. Too cold, too dizzy, too many accidental chokings on his own vomit. Yuck. He'd do it in a heartbeat if Tartaglia wanted him to though. Oops!

He kisses Heizo with a certain amount of fervor, though he holds back to avoid making the Fatuus too jealous. He wants to at least make Heizo cum if he can before either of them gets their shit completely rocked. And when their mouths part with the demand to do exactly what Bennett had been thinking about, he isn't about to argue. He ditches his shorts and underwear without complaint, moving on his hands and knees over the detective. It takes a bit of holding a leg up and out of the way, a couple grunts as he shifted around, eyebrows knitting together and lips parting to mewl softly as he positions himself exactly how he wanted to. He uses his free hand to slide fingers between the lips of Heizo's cunt, exposing his clit the best he could before doing the same thing for himself. Then, he presses each of their clits together and nearly bows over with a greedy grind of his hips. "A-Archons... jus' as good as it was th'first time I did this with someone--"

[cynnabnnuy]

Oh- Heizou flinched at the response he got, barely even getting his finger to his mouth before he was met with a hand at his throat after Bennett spoke. Green eyes widened in an uncertain mix of emotions, but he choked out a sound at the statement. He shuddered at the way Childe licked the first digit, fingers twitching instinctively before he went rigid at the bite. His lips parted in a scream almost entirely drowned out by the man choking him, his body tense as he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Straining to not make the punishment worse, he did his best to keep still before the final lick, holding back the screams of pain before he was dropped. His curiosity about the other's actions in the scenario was vastly overshadowed by the stupidly sexy ginger acting like some shitty, off-brand lancet.

But, he hit the floor coughing, choking on his newfound breath, and crying almost silently as he tried to hold the sounds back. No way did he want to give Childe the satisfaction of knowing how much it had hurt, even if being held up by his throat was hot... Especially not when he was in the midst of groping the blonde and biting on him like a chew toy, though. So, instead, he went to move, intending to stand and at least get off the floor before he was jerked up by his hair. That earned a humiliating moan, the detective's eyes fluttering as his brows knit along with his insides. His lips parted for it all regardless, his undamaged hand gripping the blonde's shoulder before they parted ways, leaving him breathless and bright red as his lips pursed in turn.

Speechless, he looked back to Bennett after stumbling onto the bed, uncertainty across his features as he looked for... anything. Not that he'd actually find anything aside from sheepish nerves or some other cute expression, but still. He tried, body tensed as he felt his insides tighten around nothing when the second command caught his attention again, eyes wide as he just stared at the man's hand as it moved. He was pulled back to reality when he heard Bennett's clothes hit the floor, though, his hands scrambling a bit to remove his own. It took a few moments and a lot of flinching to get there, but once he was stripped and under the boy, he moves carefully to help move, his dry hand resting on his hip to keep himself grounded.

With his legs moved to keep them out of the way, he held his breath, a small buck coming from him as he feels the fingers spreading his folds. It was the other's movements that got him breathing again, though, his breath coming in a sharp gasp as he pushed his hips closer. His inexperience showed clear as day as his hips rocked with shaky, uneven movements, but he couldn't exactly lie more at a moment like this. Still, he felt like his skin was melting, breath coming in soft huffs and pants as he did his damnedest to meet the other's movements in a way that felt good. "Hh- fuck, 's better than I thought it'd be..." Muttering, he watched between them, his hips evening a bit the longer they moved in tandem. Lifting the hand Childe had been offered, the teen bit at the bent middle knuckle of his index finger. Unconcerned by the blood that coated his tongue and began dripping down his chin, he kept staring, clit pulsing with excitement as he rocked against Bennett.

[CRYBABY]

Childe was impressed with how well Heizou took his punishment. The Harbinger was almost certain that the detective would have cried out in pain or been defiant in some way– using his vision to defend himself or something– but no, Heizou allowed the man to do what he pleased. Perfect. The sounds of Heizou crying and whimpering on the floor only made the kiss between the Harbinger and Bennett that much sweeter. He loved knowing that there was nothing that could come between him and his precious adventurer, no one that Bennett would want more than Childe. The Fatuus was almost 100% positive that the young teen stayed around on his own accord and not because he feared the wrath he would invoke if he chose to leave or chose anyone over the man, but there was still that small uncertainty that would creep up so committing a heinous act to prove Bennett’s loyalty wasn’t something Childe would pass up.

He watched eagerly as the two got into position, Bennett positioning himself above the other showing off the experience a 14 year old probably shouldn’t have in this department. The Harbinger continued to stroke himself with a mix of his spit and Heizou’s drying blood. His eyes danced between the two as their clits rubbed against each other in such an erotic way it had Childe’s pulse racing. If anyone knew what was happening in this small house outside of Inazuma City they’d be disgusted but to the Harbinger this was a site to behold. “Good boys.”

Noting the way Heizou began to bite at his own fingers, Childe got to his feet and made his way to the bed. He stood close to the pair as he placed one hand on Bennett’s back to rub circles over his soft skin while the other removed Heizou’s hand from his mouth, turning his bloodied face toward the Harbinger. “Suck my cock, since you want something in your mouth so badly.”

[DirtyDeku]

As soon as his and Heizo's hips begin meeting again and again, Bennett's cerebrospinal fluid is replaced by sticky sweet molasses and he mindlessly chases the pleasure. He was usually like this when he was the one more or less 'guiding' the situation, even if it was Tartaglia just letting him think he was in charge for a little while. On one hand he didn't really get why he only let it happen every so often-- it proved Bennett was incomprehensibly obsessed and aroused by Tartaglia, didn't it? But on the other hand he supposed it could be, probably, a bit disconcerting. Maybe he saw himself in Bennett at times like that, felt guilt deep down, or maybe he just couldn't bear to lose control for longer than a certain amount of time.

"Heizo, you feel so-- Oh, I'm gonna-- You're gonna make me..." He babbles, frantically rocking their hips together and clinging to one of the detective's legs to keep himself somewhat grounded. He trembles the closer he gets to orgasm, fingernails digging into the other's skin as he desperately holds onto him so he didn't have to stop what he was doing. His eyes are glazed over, blinking lazily as he watches Tartaglia turn the other's head and beckon Heizo to open his mouth so he could push his cock past kiss-swollen lips. The sight only makes him more erratic, gasping and shuddering as he reaches the peak of his first orgasm of the night. He greedily paws at Heizo's chest and stomach area, squeezing him where he was the softest in a blissful state of adoration and euphoria.