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(𝙽𝚜𝚏𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐)
Date 26/5
Time 9:00 pm

The bedroom was filled with nothing but the sound of static as Childe causally sat gaming on the navy footstool in front of the queen-sized bed, where Thoma had confined himself into the comfiness of the pillows and a blanket; judging the ginger from afar and taking in the environment he had been put in. It was a small bedroom, connected to the bathroom where he had answers forced out of him. A shudder crept up his back at the vivid memory of drowning. Even though he had been spared for now, he could still feel resentment rolling off Childe's back like a waterfall.

The walls of the room were pure white, however, the dim lighting made it look more stone grey, giving it a more industrial vibe that did not offer any contrast to the bare concrete floor. There was little furnishing consisting of the bed, the footstool, heavy-navy-blue curtains, and a small bedstand lit with an oddly shaped mechanic doll. " Ugh stupid mother-f*cking boss," the ginger spammed the four buttons of his controller like a madman, desperation written all over his face as his anxiety spiked up. " FUCK!"

Throwing himself back into the bed with one hand gripping the controller in frustration, copper-like hair sprawled over the bedsheets in a mess. Thoma inches further away, despite the huge gap already existing between them. " Jeez I give you my favorite Pjs and this is what I get, " Childe pouted, totally avoiding the fact he had done anything to the other man at all. " Loosen up."

" You nearly drowned me?!" the blonde retorted, yeeting a pillow at the other.

"Fuck off, you nearly sucked me off !" The ginger managed to block the hit and jumped at Thoma with relentless blows, using the very pillow that he had thrown at him. " That was strike two !!"

Red overcame Thoma's cheeks as a funny feeling stirred in his chest. "I DIDN'T!" He blurted out, pushing the ginger off and fastening him down by sitting on his stomach, pillow tightly gripped in his hand, threateningly hanging over Childe's head. " My lady is so much more better than your puny dick!"

The bed squeaked under both men's weight. " Showing your true colors, eh?~ That goody two shoes is all an act, I bet my life !" He earned himself a series of aggressive smacks from the blonde, who just had had enough of the man's bullshit attitude. With a grip on the other guy's shirt, a dark grin cracked over his pretty features. "Bet you wished you could have seen her in your arms like that," his tone had become calm with a hint of cruelty in it as those emerald eyes kept Childe locked in place. " My lady was breathtaking ~ she had the cutest expression and held onto me like I was all hers ~ "

Childe lay there stunned. He wanted that. He wanted to be hers. He wanted her all over him, whenever, however. Jealousy did not overcome him, but yearning did. " Her little lips parted more and more as she tried to hold back her moans, and tasted. . . Amazing down there," with his index and middle finger spread apart over his dried lips, Thoma let his tongue slowly dive between them, a clear emphasis on the fact he had gotten a treatment Childe could only dream of.

Even without her around, Childe's lower half reacted to the mad stir in his body's hormones and the yearning eating him alive at the mere mention of her. " Tsk, " Thoma scowled, realizing the situation he had brought to life.

Said situation was Childe's happy dick. Hard, firm, standing under the tent of his grey, cotton, shorts waiting to flash the world with its nice seven inches. "What are you an animal ?" Thoma tried to get off, but Childe's hands made hast and grasped at the skin on the blonde's thighs on either side of his waist. " I-I this is sexual assault !"

" You say that yet you gave us both a boner here, " Childe's eyes had a dangerous flicker that stared down Thoma's lower half, making the other man fully aware of what 'both ' emphasized.

"I-Im not !" He denied the obvious facts sitting inside his shorts, constrained by the fabric and itching to be let out. " Don't put me in the same hole as you . . . "

Childe only scoffed, pulling the other by the ankle, making him fall on his back as the ginger's hands took the chance to strip him free from the safety of his shorts that had constrained the sinful disgrace Thoma had tried to hide. The chill of the cold air bit against the blonde's sensitive skin, sending him twitching lewdly; even as he avoided any eye contact whatsoever with Childe, his hands pulled at the bedsheets trying to cover himself and what was left of his dignity. " The goody two shoes can lie too," Childe mocked, throwing the blonde's shorts across the room. " Now. . . tell me more about how cute lil miss was ."

The ginger was determined to hear more and even dared to peek at Thoma from between the sheets. " You saw her face's expressions up close, didn't you? What did she sound like? Did you kiss ?" He hoarded Thoma with more and more questions, his fantasies of his tiny boss fogging his imagination, all leading back to his dick throbbing and hearts filling his eyes. " I bet she whimpered . . . Ngh!"
His body jerked as he began touching himself, not bothering with fixing the horny state he had set Thoma in. Her voice. . . He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to hear her praise him and have her tell him he belonged to her. The heat had reached his head, hands reaching down to the lower half of his body slowly, the image of her pleasured face engraved itself into his mind. As if answering both the men's prayers the ringing of Childe's phone edged them further. They knew who it was, and as the two pent-up idiots stared at each other knowingly, they both reached out for the phone. However, Childe was closer and was quick to snatch it from the bedstand and answer the call without hesitation. " Ah, lil miss missed me?" he cooed, glancing teasingly at Thoma, who watched him anxiously.

" Ya ya missed you too, listen I kept sneezing for the past fifteen minutes and I got a hunch you did something to Thoma, " Childe stiffened at the lady's words, but decided to play it cool, and he locked his gaze with the green-eyed blonde sitting across him with a hand neglecting his twitching tip.

" He's fine lil miss, hut aren't you worried about me too?" He could hear the lady sigh on the other side of the phone, and could only fantasize her sighing in pleasure instead. " He didn't even thank me for being so . . . Humble."

He reached out to Thoma, grabbing him dangerously by the shaft of his dick, before setting the phone on speaker, making the other man slap a hand over his mouth to hold back the gasp daring to come out. " He's right here ~ Can hear you loud and clear," the taunting game Childe had forced the other man into hand led to the pink tip of Thoma's dick leaking slightly over the ginger's slender fingers that had pressed against a sensitive vein." Speak up Thoma~ "

" Thoma, are you alright ?" The feminine voice on the phone made the victimized blonde flush more in embarrassment. " Thoma? "

But he did not reply and simply tried to crawl away from the ginger in a futile attempt, before being flipped over and having the phone placed right in front of his face, on the bed. "M-my lady," his lips quivered, hands clutching at the sheets and trying to not lose himself as Childe's hand covered his dick and stroked him nice and slow, forcing the precum to drip under Thoma shamelessly. " I'm fine my lady, j-just a little tried."

A hand yanked at his hair and Thoma did little to resist as his hair tie got swiftly pulled away, leaving his blonde locks to fall over his shoulders effortlessly. " I'm glad . . . " the lady on the phone seemed relieved at hearing the blonde's statement. " Take care of yourself now and keep Childe in line."

The grip on his dick tightened and Thoma arched his back in reflex. " But lil miss he's the guest in my house!" Childe countered, pouting and leaning over Thoma as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all. " Hmph! My lady how could you think so little of me !"

A small giggle erupted from the other side of the phone, making both men's hearts flutter and fall deeper into an endless hole. Thoma bit at his lip as if she heard him. If she hears him it'd ruin everything. . . But that thought of being caught sent a sweet pleasurable chill up his spine. " My lady. . ." Thoma sighed in bless, a small smile visible on his face as he ground down on the bed, despite Childe's weight crushing him from above. " You're too much. . ."

Childe covered the blonde's mouth, feeling the man under him moan against his mouth as the sound of their boss' voice laughing so naturally, tugged their helpless heartstrings. " You take care you two, better come to work tomorrow, we'll be having a staff meeting before we open up ."

"Of course ~ " Childe chirped, as his hands kept making work of Thoma. " I'll make sure to be a good role model lil miss ~ "

He squeezed his hand between Thoma and the bed, finding his way back to the poor blonde's dick and lifting his hips slightly up. "I'll make sure Thoma rests up well fear not ~" Between Childe's words a pleasured gasp escaped Thoma, who completely lost his sanity to the pleasure building up. "Good night my little bunnies ~" the lady's last comment and her first flirtious attempt took back both men with surprise, and before they could even react she had ended the call.

Childe's dick twitched against Thoma's back, deprived, and the pet name tapped into his fantasies. " Bunnies. . . N-ngh. . .~ " the foreign word sparked excitement in him.

" F-fuck, " he rolled off Thoma, falling into his pit of biological arousal that his body had been deemed with since the day he got his first boner, and erupted into a series of low moans.

Thoma groaned at feeling the friction leave his leaking tip. " Y-you . . " he cursed Childe under his breath and glanced at the other man edging himself to his release. "D-damn. . .Mhn. .~!"

He could sense her watching him. Somewhere. Somehow. Her eyes were on them. He knew it was not real. He knew she was not here, but god the thought of her seeing him like this made his toes curl and drool to smudge at the corner of his lips.
Just a little more . . . . Just a little more. The shuffling of sheets soon ended up with both men grinding against each other and sighing their fair lady's name.

"My lady . . ."

"Little Miss . . ."

Their unholy cries and prayers filled the room, mixed with the scent of sex in the air. Overcome by their lewd wishes, there was nothing left in their minds as their eyes rolled back. Their one source of escape was her flushed cheeks and sweet moans. They wanted to bathe in her presence. To have her eyes on them and solely on them. To be her one and only bunnies.