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

[cynnabnnuy]

While the bites hurt like fuck all, Heizou had been put through the wringer plenty of times before. He'd trained most of his life, and he'd been working for longer than someone his age should've, but that wasn't something he cared to think about when his fingers were being used as chew toys. No. He instead chose to focus on keeping as quiet as he could as he hit the floor. The night was blurring, his tears welling up more and more as he was thrown around and touched. Nothing could've been more humiliating... probably.

Having Childe praise both of them, though? Fuck, that had his hips jerking slightly as his clit throbbed against Bennett's. His breath was coming in shaking whines, small sounds quieted by his knuckle before Childe moved to put a stop to that near immediately. A whimper caught in his throat as his head was moved, brows knit together as he looked up at the man, confused and hesitant to make a move yet. Green eyes flicked to the length next, teeth catching his bottom lip for a moment before his mouth opened just barely enough to show, his tongue swiping over his lips briefly before he shuddered. He barely had a clue what to do with the command, but hoped that parting his lips for the man to take the lead would be... not bad. He really did not want another punishment...

Then Bennett was moving faster, thrusting sloppier as he spoke, gripping at him tight enough to assure bruises by morning, and stealing his focus. With all of that, Heizou was a goner. They had him, hook, line, and sinker and he could only utter some half-baked, jumbled response as his hands moved. One pulled his leg up further, compacting himself more, while the other reached toward the ginger, bloodied fingertips snaking around his dick to 'guide' it as he opened his mouth further. So maybe he was a little desperate for more praise... Maybe... Regardless, he did his best to attempt careful strokes, whimpering as his mouth wrapped around the head tentatively.

[CRYBABY]

With Bennett’s orgasm on the horizon Tartaglia lost his patience waiting for Heizou to figure out how to suck cock. Fucking virgins was both great and annoying. He grabbed the other by the front of his hair to angle his head better as he shoved his length past those pink, swollen lips. The wet heat of the teens mouth made Childe gasp, a gasp that turned into a grunt when he felt the other’s teeth graze his dick; one thing he appreciated about virgins was the amount of teeth they used while giving head. If the Harbinger was lucky he’d walk out of this with a few new cuts and teeth marks.

Low grunts and moans spilled from Childe’s lips as he thrust his hips faster, not giving Heizou much time to get used to the feeling down his throat. A wide grin crossed his face when Bennett came,, he grabbed the boy by the chin to swallow those precious sounds with a kiss. “You sound so pretty, Benny… so good for us. One down, I expect you to break your record.” He spoke against the others lips, leaning their foreheads together so that they shared breath. He allowed them to stay that way for a bit, Tartaglia lost in the bliss of pleasure mixed with the scent of Bennett’s arousal, it was euphoric. A moment he wouldn’t mind losing himself to.

Their lips met once more, this time accompanied by the man’s tongue down Benny’s throat like he was trying to taste the food the boy ate earlier and when they parted, Tartaglia had another command. “Now it’s–hnghh fuck–time to make him cum… he’s taking me so well, I think he deserves it.” The Harbinger’s voice was mostly steady despite the ruthless pace in which he fucked the others face.

[DirtyDeku]

Oh, jeez. Thank whatever the Archon of Natlan's name is for giving Bennett a pussy. No significant amounts of time between orgasms! Of course, Bennett exploits that regularly and with great joy, as is evident by his almost immediate continuation of the assault on Heizo's pussy with his own. He pants open-mouthed, chasing after Tartaglia's lips and whimpering a little bit when their lips part. He was definitely a slut for praise first and foremost, but not by a particularly long shot. Tartaglia could do anything to him and he'd figure out how to get off to it even if it took the rest of his life to do so. Though, he supposed some things the Harbinger did to him were only for him to enjoy, and not Bennett. Oh, well. He got plenty wet when he knew he was being used.

"Hff, hff... I-I think you're right," He nods his head when their lips part for the second time, and he turns his attention back to Heizo. One of the hands that had been squeezing him adoringly moves down between their legs, his index and middle finger pushing into the detective carefully at first to test-- slicking them and spreading them. He only gives a few tentative thrusts before he begins finger fucking the other like his life depends on it, forearm straining and attention entirely on Heizo save for a couple of glances towards the Harbinger for approval. He probably should've asked if Heizo knew how to squirt beforehand but... "C'mon, c'mon, y-you can do it-- Jus' give in to it, it'll be good--"

[cynnabnnuy]

Thank the universe itself for pussies in general. Not that Heizou was thinking about that at the moment, what with Bennett's assault on his and Childe's dick forcing its way down his throat. His head was spinning, lips stretching around the intrusion as he trembled beneath the two. There was no break between any of it, no way for the detective to catch his breath as he struggled to keep up. He couldn't figure it out with the onslaught of sensations leaving his thoughts muddied as he choked and gagged around the Harbinger.

The tip kept hitting the back of his throat, making him gag and swallow down his choked sobs as fat tears welled in his eyes. When The Harbinger spoke, they fell, streaking down his cheeks as he moved his bloodied hand to grip at Childe's thigh. He wasn't trying to stop him, simply looking for any sense of grounding stability as his hips rocked in tandem with Bennett's.

Letting out a strangled sound around the man's cock, he tensed slightly as fingers pressed past his folds. His insides twisted at the feeling, only adding to the tension pooling in him before he was moaning around Childe at the relentless paces of both of them. He couldn't stop his legs from trembling, or his hips from the jerking bucks he tried to use to get closer as he squirmed. Every muscle felt like it was wound up tight, an elastic band stretched just enough that it was on the brink of snapping as he tried to relax as instructed. He came with a cry as his hips rut up against Bennett's, eyes screwed shut as he felt something dripping down his skin. It wasn't much, but at the very least they'd know he could squirt.

[CRYBABY]

All hail pussy.

With Bennett focusing on making Heizou cum like the obedient pet he was, Tartaglia moved his attention to the detective who may or may not be having the time of his life. Both hands gripped around the boy's face as Childe continued the onslaught of his throat. Heizou's eyes glistened with tears, drool pooled on the bedsheet below him as he fought for his life through this near overtime experience. Glorious. He looked like an angel if Childe ever saw one (he has, he travels around with Bennett, duh) and it made the harbinger smile darkly. "Look how pretty you are when you cry." Wiping a runaway tear with his thumb he brought it to his lips for a salty taste. "You bend so good to my will almost like you were just begging for my touch this whole time."

With Benny attacking the boy's cunt and Tartaglia’s assault on his mouth it wouldn't be much longer til the two got an idea of just what the detective was capable of. Tartaglia's eyes moved from Heizou to Benny then down to where their bodies attached just as the teen came with a cry. The man couldn't tell if he had squirted as there was A Lot of slick between the two but judging by both of their dopey (affectionate) faces he had a pretty good idea.

Despite how conforming and slick the cavern he was currently abusing was, Childe wasn’t close to cumming. The Fatus was a freak, had that not been made clear? Although Heizou wasn’t exactly being passive with Tartaglia he definitely wasn’t putting his brat attitude to good use in this moment. Heizou just laying there and taking it–with a melody of gags, whines, and moans– wasn’t going to cut it unless the boy was actually dead… which wasn’t completely off the table but not right now. With that thought out of the way, the Harbinger brought his hand up, slapping Heizou across the face. “Pathetic, are neither of you enough to make me cum? Is this what I deserve for letting you two go first? For thinking of you both before myself?” Childe, honey, your toxicity is showing. /color