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Growing Up

Summary:

It’s all so amusing that Childe can’t help snorting and finally drawing attention to himself. Xingqiu’s eyes snap up to the noise and meet Childe’s.

Oh, well. It’s never been much fun to stay in the shadows for too long.

Notes:

Let’s go, Liyue Arc Water Boyz *meme dances*

I have a theory that Childe was sort of forced to join the Fatui because of his hardships and circumstances, so that’s where his bitterness comes from here. But maybe it’ll turn out I’m wrong when 1.1 drops in two days! *continues to meme dance*

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There’s something about the rich blue-haired boy that’s so amusing and so irritating at the same time.

Childe’s not so sure what it is. The way Xingqiu holds his head up high when he makes exchanges at the local shops. How straight his back is and how proper all his mannerisms are when he speaks with the merchants. The serious expression on his young face, a face with skin so clear and fair, eyes so wide and bright, perfectly-cut bangs that he brushes away with a careful stroke of a small hand.

How irritating to see this boy so young yet so privileged.

Childe doesn’t mean to follow Xingqiu around town, and he doesn’t mean to make his presence known, but he accidentally exposes himself when the boy checks out a book at Wanwen Bookhouse.

“The last volume is out?” Xingqiu’s voice is an excited, high tenor as he grasps the book in his hands. “Oh, how I’ve waited to know how the tale ends. I do hope he’s able to reunite with his master.”

Oh, to be young. To be young and naïve and believe in happy endings.

It’s all so amusing that Childe can’t help snorting and finally drawing attention to himself. Xingqiu’s eyes snap up to the noise and meet Childe’s.

Oh, well. It’s never been much fun to stay in the shadows for too long.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Childe says, finally approaching the object of his interest. “It’s just so cute how you act like you’re all grown up.”

Xingqiu’s eyes narrow. “Excuse me?”

More amusing and less irritating now, for sure.

“Oh, sorry, did I strike a nerve?” Childe says with a smirk. “I should remember that you’re only a kid, after all.”

Xingqiu stands up straighter. “Do not treat me like a child, Fatui Harbinger Childe. I am the second son of the Feiyun Commerce Guild.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Childe says breezily. “When are they gonna take the training wheels off you?”

“I do not have the luxury of training wheels.”

“Is that so? Aww, poor kid.”

Childe reaches out and pats the kid on the head. For a split second, a pleased expression passes on Xingqiu’s face before his lips purse and he tries to move away.

That brief exchange of expressions that irritates Childe all over again. Seeing this kid who clearly has the privilege of enjoying his childhood so insistent on pushing away the simple pleasures that come from being so young riles up Childe, whose own childhood was robbed from him by the Fatui and the harsh realities of the world.

Xingqiu tries to move away from his hand, but Childe’s too fast. The hand slides down from the top of Xingqiu’s hair to the bottom of his face, taking Xingqiu’s small chin in his hand.

“Careful, little guy,” Childe says, leaning in and dropping his voice to a low whisper. “It’d be best for you to enjoy your youth while you can. Adulthood isn’t all fun and games, you know.”

Xingqiu’s eyes are so wide and innocent as they dart between Childe’s eyes. Satisfaction settles in the bottom of Childe’s stomach before Xingqiu’s eyebrows furrow, and he stands up straighter.

“I am an adult,” Xingqiu insists in a harsh whisper.

Their close proximity. Childe’s fingers wrapped around Xingqiu’s chin. The way Xingqiu’s eyes keep dropping from Childe’s eyes to his mouth with what seems to be a mixture of nervousness and determination.

The only logical next step is for Childe to take Xingqiu’s hand and bring him to a private room in the Northland Bank.

Childe lifts the boy up and seats him on a table before leaning and finally taking that cute, proper mouth in his own. Xingqiu’s lips are hesitant against his, only moving slightly, the gentlest of hands touching Childe’s chest.

Amusing and irritating, and all so easy for Childe to break in an instant, if he wanted to.

“You say you’re an adult,” Childe mutters. “You’ve done this before, then?”

A bright blush creeps up on Xingqiu’s cheeks when he squeaks out, “More or less.”

Childe laughs at the non-answer. “How far have you gone?”

Xingqiu doesn’t say anything—just whimpers at Childe’s mouth on his neck.

“How far do you want to go with me?” Childe asks instead.

Again, Xingqiu doesn’t say anything, but his hand is now more firmly wrapped around the front of Childe’s shirt as he falls backward onto the surface of the table.

The boy looks great lying on the table. With his bare legs slightly and awkwardly spread out, his clean cut hair a little messy now, and the same nervous but determined look on his face, he looks like a snack, something Childe can eat up and enjoy.

He’ll use his mouth either way, for sure.

Childe touches Xingqiu’s leg, spreading it more to the side. “You’re just like a girl, with these legs.”

“I’m not a girl,” Xingqiu retorts, a little annoyed despite how embarrassed he looks.

“Oh, yeah?” Childe leans down and brushes his lips against the inside of Xingqiu’s thigh. “You sure?”

Xingqiu takes in a shaky gasp.

Childe wants to eat him up, and he’ll start with these legs. Xingqiu’s skin is so soft under Childe’s lips, his tongue, his teeth. Xingqiu’s legs reflexively try to close at the stimulation, but Childe keeps them open with his hands, keeps moving his mouth upward, closer and closer to the bulge hidden away underneath small shorts.

Well, not so hidden away anymore, when Childe finally removes the shorts.

Xingqiu’s small cock twitches when Childe brushes his fingers against it. With his face as red as a Jueyan Chili, Xingqiu turns his head away, but Childe won’t let him off the hook that easily.

“Aww, don’t be shy,” Childe coos.

He lowers his face once again to touch his lips against the swollen flesh.

“Don’t you want me to touch you here?” he teases.

Xingqiu lets out a breath. Childe tries to draw out different breaths, different sounds out of the boy with wet kisses to the base of his cock, but Xingqiu is determined to be quiet save for a few harsh breaths.

No, no. He’ll eat him up. He’ll have him. He’ll break him.

With two hands, Childe pushes Xingqiu’s legs up and back, exposing the puckered hole underneath. At the realization of his vulnerable position, Xingqiu finally finds his voice again.

“W-wait—” Xingqiu pleads, voice high.

“Wait?” Childe’s laugh is dark as he leans down. “You sure you don’t want me to touch you here?”

Xingqiu’s surprised cry is high when Childe finally sucks a kiss off the tight hole. The legs in his hands quiver, and Xingqiu’s whimpers and gasps are high and desperate, as desperate as Childe’s mouth is against the hole, one whimper for every time Childe’s tongue laps over and inside of it.

There it is. There’s the loss of control that he wanted so badly, that he can feel under his fingers, under his very lips.

When Childe finally leans back to view Xingqiu’s messy state—his rumpled clothing, his unruly hair—Childe can’t help feeling satisfied with his work.

He slides a hand down from Xingqiu’s thigh to wiggle a finger inside the wet and glistening hole.

“Like I said: just like a girl,” Childe sneers.

Xingqiu’s eyebrow twitches, and his voice is too breathy when he says, “I’m not… I’m not a girl.”

“Hmm.”

Childe leans down, pressing two fingers deeper inside of Xingqiu.

“Bet I can make you scream like one,” Childe challenges under his breath.

Xingqiu’s mouth opens to retort, but nothing comes out. And oh, that hesitation, that uncertainty is so delicious that Childe has to lean in and take Xingqiu’s mouth in his own, kiss him until the boy’s lips are bruised and swollen.

He allows Xingqiu to have his mouth back only when he slides his cock into Xingqiu’s gaping hole, only to hear the strained cry that comes out of Xingqiu’s mouth. Xingqiu’s hands have found themselves on the front of Childe’s shirt again, but they’re not hesitant anymore—they’re gripping tightly as Childe slides in and out, pulling Childe closer as he pushes in deeper and deeper inside Xingqiu.

“You want me to touch you?” Childe asks between heavy breaths, moving a hand an inch away from Xingqiu’s weeping cock between their bodies.

Xingqiu licks his lips and nods.

“Then scream,” Childe demands.

Xingqiu squeezes his eyes shut and allows his voice to hitch a little higher, a little louder, as Childe thrusts into him. Childe dips his head down and sucks at the smooth skin on Xingqiu’s neck, determined to leave his mark, determined to make Xingqiu beg.

“I can’t hear you,” Childe growls before biting hard on Xingqiu’s neck.

Finally, a howl leaves Xingqiu’s mouth. It’s a beautiful sound, exactly what Childe wants to hear, exactly what he needs to hear to know that he finally has the boy right where he wants him, he’s finally broken through that stupid façade of maturity that Xingqiu tried so hard to uphold. The victory running through him spurs him to finally take Xingqiu’s hard cock in his hand and pump quickly, in an impatient rhythm along with the rapid thrusts of his hips.

The unhindered sound that Xingqiu makes when he spills all over Childe’s hand is a delectable treat, one that makes it easy for Childe to give in and spill inside of Xingqiu.

“I guess you were right,” Childe laughs, touching Xingqiu’s cheek with his clean hand. “You are a boy. You’re a good boy.”

Xingqiu’s mouth twists into a suppressed smile, or something between a smile and a grimace.

“Am I not… a man now?” he asks, hesitant.

Childe raises his eyebrows in surprise. Is that what this was to him? Was this just more of his insistence of being an adult?

Amusing, to say the least. But maybe Childe can let him have this one.

“Sure,” Childe acquiesces, stroking his thumb across Xingqiu’s cheek. “You’re a handsome, young man.”

Finally, Xingqiu’s smile relaxes into more of a genuine one. His happiness from hearing that he’s been upgraded from a boy to a “young man” is probably proof of his naivety, but Childe will admit it—it’s cute. It’s charming. It’s what makes it so hard to take his eyes off this boy.

It’s what makes it so easy to kiss his forehead so tenderly.

It’s what will make Childe do this again in a heartbeat if Xingqiu ever wants it again, and maybe not just to prove something next time.