In the city of freedom, where its citizens constantly celebrate their free will, corruption seeps through the cracks and shadows.
Within the darkness, however, a small flame flickers offering hope for another chance and guarded by the delicate...
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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.