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Childe knows Bennett like the back of his hand. He can read the boy like a book, his likes and dislikes, his hopes and fears, his wants, his needs. He knows it all, often times better than Bennett himself. That’s why Childe always takes it upon himself to push the boy into the stratosphere, far from his comfort zone. If Bennett could, he’d stay vanilla and safe for the rest of his life, even if that isn’t what excites him. Childe’s here to rectify that.
It starts with little things. Once they start dating, Childe slowly introduces Bennett to new worlds of pleasure. Choking, pain play, bondage, piss, rimming, etc., Childe wants it all with Bennett, but Bennett’s not super receptive. He fights Childe each step of the way. “I don’t want to try this, Ajax. It’s going to be too much,” he says every time Childe proposes something new, but with a little bit of coercion and a lot of overstepping boundaries, Childe always gets what he wants, and it always leaves Bennett seeing stars.
It's not often that Bennett himself brings things to the table for them to try, and each time it happens it’s a welcome but unexpected surprise for Childe.
Sometimes Bennett’s ideas are tame, “Can I try calling you Daddy?” He asks right as they’re about to have sex. Sometimes they’re a bit more in line with Childe’s tastes, “Will you– could you tell people that we’re brothers?” he proposes right before date night. Regardless of how mild or extreme the request, Childe will accommodate him.
It gives Childe a sense of pride being able to gift these new avenues of pleasure to his boyfriend, like he’s sharing parts of himself that he knows Bennett will love. He loves when the boy brings his own ideas, but it’s even better when Bennett lets something slip that gives away some kink he’s buried in the back of his brain. It gives Childe the chance to draw it out from deep inside, opening Bennett up, seeing what makes him tick, and turning it up as high as it'll go.
It's one of those moments at a somewhat small house party. Childe’s off in the bathroom relieving himself when Bennett stumbles through the door, drunk off his ass.
“Hey, you,” the blonde slurs, eying Childe like a piece of meat.
“Hey, you,” Childe echoes. Drunk Bennett is one of his favorites. He gets to see him let loose and cut back a bit, not constrained too much by worldly worries or strong morals.
“You looked… y’were so hot out there,” Bennett giggles, fumbling closer and leaning against Childe. “So hot…”
In truth, all Childe was doing was standing in the corner talking to friends of friends while Bennett got shitfaced, but it clearly excited the boy.
“Is that so?” Childe smirks, holding Bennett’s shoulders and providing him with much needed support. “What’re you gonna do about it?”
Bennett’s eyes are glazed and unfocused, but they don’t leave Childe’s face. There’s a flash of drunken determination and suddenly Bennett’s pushing against Childe, putting them both against the wall.
An aborted noise of surprise tries to escape Childe’s mouth, but it’s devoured by Bennett who presses their lips together. If the slurred speech, swaying movements, and glassy eyes weren’t indication enough of Bennett’s drunkenness, the way’s he’s kissing right now certainly is. It’s such a sharp contrast to the typical soft and relatively chaste kisses Bennet normally gives. Instead, it’s raw, hungry, and sloppy.
Childe breaks the kiss for just a second, “Slow down, Bunny, slow down.”
But Bennett’s back on him in an instant. He misses Childe’s mouth at first, but quickly rectifies his mistake. He’s truly a sight to behold, pressing Childe against the wall, greedily exploring his mouth, and attempting to not-so-subtly grind himself against the taller man.
“Bennett, the door’s not locked. Someone could walk in,” Childe warns when Bennett pulls back for a ragged breath. It’s not like he’s not enjoying this, but he can’t imagine how livid Bennett would be in the morning if he learned they got caught fucking in Scara’s bathroom.
“Don’t care,” Bennett gasps, grinding his clothed dick against Childe’s growing one, “Let them. Just want you to fuck me, AJ.”
Bennett’s hands gripped the front of Childe’s shirt. He pressed himself impossibly closer and seemed to grind even harder. Even his kisses grew more erratic. If Childe didn’t know any better, he’d think something he said excited the boy.
“Oh Benny, don’t tell me you want everyone to see you like this?” Childe taunts in between kisses. His hands start to slip from Bennett’s shoulders, sliding down the boy’s sides and towards his waist, moving Bennett against him. He starts to roll his hips against Bennett’s, adding to the friction.
Bennett lowers his head and lets out a half moan half gasp. “Please, Ajax, give it to me. I need it– you please.”
“What if Aether walked in?” Childe tests the waters.
“I don’t care who, just do it.”
“What if I cracked the door open? let everyone get a peek at you all hot and needy like this, hm?”
Bennett shudders. His hands release Childe’s shirt and drift down to his crotch, attempting to get his pants undone. It’s clear to Childe that the prospect of being caught is fueling Bennett’s desires right now. That, and a lot of alcohol at least.
“Let me give you what you need, baby.” Childe lets go of Bennett and attempts to speeds up the unbuttoning process.
But before any clothes could come off, the knob turns and the door’s pushed open. “Jesus Christ, Ajax, you’re not fucking him in my bathroom.” Scara stands in the doorway, a look of disgust on his face. “Get out.”
Bennett doesn’t seem to hear, continuing his assault on Childe’s jeans, but Childe quickly puts a stop to it, causing the boy to whine in protest.
“Fuck him all you want, but it’s not happening in my apartment.” Scara rolls his eyes. He steps out of the way so Childe can drag a still horny Bennett out of the bathroom.
Childe gets Bennett to the car but by then Bennett’s out cold. That’s fine, it gives Childe time to think about what just occurred in that bathroom. A plan starts brewing in his’s mind, one to give Bennett exactly what he wants.
As expected, Bennett doesn’t bring up the bathroom incident the next morning. He’s either playing dumb and ignoring it, or he had more to drink than Childe thought. Either way, this made it all the more exciting for Childe.
Over the next few weeks Childe begins exacting his plan. Everything is normal and fine until they’re out of the house together. It’s then that Childe decides it’s the perfect time to get some action, much to Bennett’s apparent dismay.
The first time Childe tries anything, they’re out shopping. Bennett wanted to stop at the bookstore to look for a present for Fischl. He’s wandering the aisles and spots something on a low shelf. He’s bending over the check it out when feels someone behind him. He’s about to say something when Childe makes his presence known, grabbing Bennett’s hips, and brushing up against his ass slowly. “Hey, Bunny.”
“Ajax!” Bennett squeaks, trying to straighten up, but Childe’s quick to place a hand on his back, keeping him bent at the waist.
“Shhh, don’t be so loud, Bunny. I’ll be done in just a sec, yeah?” Childe whispers, firmly rubbing himself against Bennett’s perfect ass. “You make me so crazy I could fuck you right here…”
Bennett’s quiet protests falter for a split second, his mind blanking at those words.
The idle chatter of two people on the other side of the bookshelf shocks Bennett back to reality. He pushes back against Childe hard enough to throw him off and quickly straightens up. He turns around to face the ginger, his face flushed and his shorts noticeably tighter than before. “We… should go.”
“What about Fischl’s present?” Childe asks innocently, dropping every hint of desire in his voice.
“I’ll get something some other time,” Bennett stammers, turning and making his way towards the door.
Childe’s next time to strike presents itself when he and Bennett go out for a double date with Mika and Razor. They’re sat in a cozy booth in a small restaurant, towards the back corner. It’s been ages since Bennett’s had time to see either of his friends, so rapid conversation is quick to start. The other couple and Bennett go back and forth talking about recent events, funny stories, their relationships, anything really, while Childe’s mostly left out of the conversation. Not that he minds, seeing as he doesn’t know much about the young boys sat across from them, but specifically because there’s zero attention on him at the present moment.
He forces a yawn and fakes a stretch, using the innocuous actions to scoot a bit closer to Bennett, who instinctively inches closer to meet him. Still, no one is paying Childe any mind.
In one hand, Childe holds his phone, scrolling through twitter or sending an idle text or two, but his other hand rest on Bennett’s thigh.
It doesn’t give Bennett any pause, it’s a common gesture between the two lovebirds, but he does stumble over his words when Childe’s hand slides up and dips ever so slightly into his inner thigh.
“Are you alright?” Mika asks, concern painting his face.
Bennett throws out a lousy attempt at a fake cough and reaches for his water, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry. You were saying?”
That’s all it takes for Mika to continue his story about the new apartment he and Razor toured the other day.
Childe grins at the incident, a weird sense of glee sparking in his stomach at the thought of embarrassing Bennett like this. He wants more. His hand slides even further, rubbing circles into Bennett’s inner thigh while he inches closer and closer to the boy’s dick. If he tunes into the conversation, he can hear how Bennett’s reactions have become the tiniest bit delayed, or how his responses are reducing further and further into hums of acknowledgement instead of the thought-out responses he’d been giving.
Childe’s about to go for it, but anticipating his movement, Bennett casually drops his hand into his lap, grabbing Childe’s to stop him. It works for the moment as the waitress comes over to takes their order. Mika tries to order, but has to have Razor do it for him, and that gives Bennett enough time to shoot Childe a warning glare. I’ll kill you, his eyes seem to say.
Childe just smiles back like nothing’s happening and orders himself a steak when it’s his turn. He plays nice and gives Bennett some time to calm down. Their food arrives not long after and they all dig in.
Bennett had been curious as to why Childe ordered the smallest steak available, as opposed to the largest like he’s known to do, but he realizes immediately what the man is up to when Childe clears his plate first, sliding the plate forward and clearing his throat. Conversation between the three boys continues and Bennett’s worries were confirmed when Childe’s hand finds its way to his thigh again.
With his hands busy, Bennett has no way to stop Childe short of calling him out in front of his friends, and he’d rather die than do that. So, he grits his teeth, chews his food, and tries to focus on the conversations at hand.
Drunk Bennett is extremely hot, but Childe might enjoy flustered and nervous Bennett better. After giving Bennett his little break, Childe goes straight for the goal. His hand glides over Bennett’s shorts and cups his dick through them.
Bennett lets out a sharp noise, halting the conversation once more.
“You good?” Razor asks with a small head tilt.
“Your face is getting red, Bennett. Do you think the chicken’s too spicy?” Mika frets.
“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have gotten it this spicy, ha-ha! I’ll be alright though. Just, uhhh, just keep talking. Razor, I heard you got a new job?” Bennett’s attempt to smooth things over works, even if Mika still gives him concerned looks.
Childe gages the other couples’ plates. Both of them are about halfway through their meal, meaning he needs to pick up the pace. He gives Bennett’s clothed dick a squeeze and rubs him nice and slow, earning an under-the-breath and drawn-out groan from him. Childe revels in it. Riding on the building high, he goes further. He brushes up, teasing Bennett, before reaching his waistband. Bennett does nothing to stop him, so Childe pushes on, sliding his hand into Bennett’s shorts and under his briefs.
Bennett has to bite his tongue to stop the obscene noises that threaten to expose him when Childe’s warm hand wraps around his dick and gives him a slow stroke. He grips the edge of the table and desperately tries to keep his face as calm as possible, but Childe’s slow and methodical movements make it near impossible. It’s shameful what Childe’s doing to him, but even more so that he’s enjoying it. He should be pissed. He should be telling Childe to stop. But instead, he finds himself bucking his hips into Childe’s hand, chasing the roaring pleasure that wants to overtake him.
Childe picks up as much speed as it can without giving away what they’re doing. He pumps up and down and takes the time to swipe his thumb over Bennett’s tip, causing Bennett to cover his mouth in an attempt to stifle his moan. It’s adorable how Bennett’s end of the conversation went from full sentences, to hums and occasional words here and there, to no real response at all. All he does now is breathe heavily and nod occasionally, struggling to contain himself.
It's good. Too good. Bennett can’t take much more. He just can’t. What’re they going to do? Is Childe going to make him cum here? He can’t make a mess; everyone will know what they did. So, why does that idea drag him closer and closer to the edge? He’s not a whore, he doesn’t want his friends or strangers or anyone to see him like this in public, right? The way his hips continue to meet Childe’s stokes says otherwise.
Childe can feel Bennett’s leaking cock pulse and twitch. Knowing Bennett’s body better than his own means he knows how dangerously close Bennett is to cumming, but he’s not done yet. He drags his hand down and back up Bennett’s dick once more before pulling off completely. He preens with perverted pride at the way Bennett slumps beside him, hips still humping the air, searching for friction.
“I’m going to the bathroom. Be right back,” Childe says with a collected smile. He makes his way to the restroom, a large room big enough for multiple stalls and urinals. He stands in front of the mirror and stares at himself, at the tent in his jeans. God, working Bennett up like this is as good as touching himself. It drives him wild. He looks at his hand and brings it to his nose, taking a deep whiff of Bennett’s scent. It has Childe drooling almost. He tries to maintain his composure, but he finds himself huffing his hand and palming himself through his pants. He keeps his eyes trained on the door now, expecting his blonde to be rushing in at any second.
Maybe public stuff is doing something for Childe too because the thought of someone else walking in on his indecent display sends shivers up his spine. But like clockwork, just as expected the door swings open and in comes Bennett. He locks eyes with Childe, and he looks pissed.
“What the fuck, Ajax? What was that?” Bennett hisses
“Come on, Bunny. Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”
Bennett shakes his head, “I didn’t.” He doesn’t sound like he’s trying to convince Childe, more so himself, and he’s failing miserably. “I didn’t.”
“Your body says otherwise.” Childe points out.
Bennett’s face flushes. He makes a halfhearted attempt to cover himself, but they both know that’s not what he wants to do.
“Come on, Benny. Let me take care of you, yeah?” Childe tempts, “I’ll be quick. We’ll be back at the table in no time.”
Bennett’s eyes betray him, flickering between Childe’s and Childe’s dick. He bites his lip, holding something back. He gives the door a glance.
Childe knows he’s seconds from a breakthrough. He pops his pants button and drags his zipper down. The noise draws Bennett’s eyes again.
“Ajax…”
Childe doesn’t respond, he just pushes his boxers down and pulls his dick free, letting it bob around. Bennett’s eyes are transfixed, he can’t look away. He’s getting weak in the knees just looking at it. No matter how many times he sees Childe’s dick, he’s still so obsessed.
Childe can almost see the moment Bennett breaks. It’s on the boy’s face. There’s a resignation, a sense of relief in his eyes before he’s pouncing. Their lips lock and immediately they open to each other, tongues darting forward and tasting as they swap spit. As they do, Childe’s hands wrap around Bennett, slipping under his waistband and grabbing his ass. He kneads the plush flesh, practically vibrating in anticipation of having Bennett bounce on his dick. He lifts the boy, backing up and setting himself down on the sink counter.
As their kiss grows more and more heated, Childe tugs at Bennett’s shorts, pulling them down enough to expose his pretty ass.
“The stall,” Bennett urges.
Childe grins like a devil and slips his fingers between Bennett’s cheeks. His middle finger prods at the boy’s perfect hole. It gets so thoroughly abused by Childe on the regular, yet it always stays so tight. It’s hard to believe the boy used to be a virgin, but his body still feels like it.
“The st–ahhh” Bennett tries to say again, but he breaks off into a high moan as Childe’s finger pushes past his rim. He feels himself fall apart as Childe fingers in and out at a fast pace, quickly working a second finger into the mix.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Childe pulls his fingers out and lines Bennett up with his aching dick. “Ready, Bunny?”
Bennett nods frantically, “Please, please, please, please, please, oh fuck,” Bennett cries as he’s lowered onto Childe’s dick. It’s like every shred of shame or decency within him evaporates. Not a single part of him thinks about the door or the crowd of people on the other side. He doesn’t care that anyone could walk in at any time and catch them. His mind flashes an image of Mika or Razor standing there with horrified looks on their faces and it makes him moan again. God, it’s so good.
Childe’s quickly losing himself in Bennett’s tight heat. He’s not going to last long, and he knows it. His fingers dig into Bennett’s pale skin, hard enough bruise. He throws his head back and moans loudly as he rocks Bennett up and down on his dick.
He’s thrown off when Bennett leans forward. The boy plants his feet on the counter and does his best to bounce himself on Childe’s cock. The obscene smack of skin on skin fills the bathroom. Childe wouldn’t be surprised if everyone outside could hear exactly what they’re doing, they’re not exactly being quiet. And it only gets worse as Bennett gets ready to cum.
“Fuck me, Ajax. fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Bennett chants desperately, his ass clenching and trying to milk Childe’s dick for all it’s worth. He’s seeing stars each time he’s dropped back down, little explosions dance in his vision as the pleasure melts his brain. “Cumming, ‘m cumming,” he cries out, shooting his load all over Childe’s shirt. He goes limp as his body’s wracked with pleasure, but Childe doesn’t stop.
Instead, Childe tightens his grip and works double time to fuck up into Bennett. The vision of Bennett’s cock twitching and spurting cum, in tandem with the boy’s ass instinctively tightening, sends Childe barreling over the edge. He leans in and bites Bennett’s shoulder to stop the deafening shout that attempts to escape as he empties his balls inside Bennett. No matter how long it’s been since Childe’s cum last, he always cums like a beast. There’s always an overwhelming amount of spunk in his’s wake.
Childe sags against the counter, but he holds Bennett up still, giving both of them time to ride the pleasure of their orgasms. Soon though, Childe’s lifting Bennett of his, surprisingly, still hard dick.
Bennett’s quick to pull his shorts back up. He has to fight to clear his head because he can feel Childe’s cum slowly start to spill from his well fucked hole, and all that does is make him want Childe to fuck him full again.
Once they’ve both caught their breath, and Bennett’s adjusted himself in the mirror, Childe laughs. “You’re gonna have to give them a good excuse for us to leave.” He points at his shirt, the mess Bennett made on him. “And I bet you’ll have a mess pretty soon too,” he glances at Bennett’s ass. A wet spot is already starting to form on his ass due to Childe and his copious amounts of cum.
“Ajax,” Bennett whines. His senses are coming back to him and the thought of anyone seeing him like this is mortifying. Though a small part of his brain lights up at the prospect.
“Or you could text them your excuse and ask if we can pay them back so we can make it home where I can fuck your brains out,” Childe offers.
Bennett nods, “I like that idea. Let’s go with that.”
The progress Childe’s made is amazing. He’s found Bennett to be more and more receptive to his risky advances the more he presents them.
He fingers Bennett while they’re at lunch with Fischl, Bennett gets on his knees and sucks Childe off in the movie theater, and fucking in bathrooms while they’re out has become so commonplace it’s disgusting. The amount of bathroom floors Childe’s fucked Bennett should be criminal.
It's heaven for Childe, but even more so for Bennett. Bennett’s even started taking initiative, being the one to propose having a little “fun.” It’s amazing, but Childe wants to push it as far as he can. Time to turn the dial up to 11.
It’s a regular evening when Bennett begs Childe to come grocery shopping with him. Typically, Childe would complain or beg to put it off for tomorrow, but not this time. This time he’s so nervous he can hardly stand it.
They walk around the grocery store hand in hand and Childe keeps waiting for his moment to strike. He finally finds it on the cereal aisle.
“Can you grab the Cinnamon Toast Crunch?” Bennett asks politely, pointing to a cereal box on a high shelf.
“Can’t reach it, babe?” Childe teases.
Bennett gets a look of determination in his eyes, “Actually, I got it.”
Child watches as Bennett gets on his tiptoes and reaches for the box. All the boy’s wearing is one of Childe’s sweatshirts, alarmingly short shorts, and his shoes. Childe’s eyes linger on the exposed skin of Bennett’s tummy and side as he reaches with all his might. They then drift to the pretty blue shorts that Bennett’s wearing. Childe swears Bennett only felt comfortable wearing them in public after they started getting risky.
Now’s as good a time as ever, Childe finds himself thinking. He glances up and down the empty aisle. Yep.
While Bennett struggles, Childe sets their cart to the side and straddles up behind him. He leans in and breathes against the boy’s neck, placing a warm kiss there.
Bennett knows immediately what he wants, “Wanna find a bathroom?” He asks as he finally gets his hands on the box.
Childe doesn’t answer. Instead, he simply hooks his finger in the back of Bennett’s shorts and gives them a tug.
Bennett takes a sharp breath. “Ajax?”
“Can I, Benny?”
Bennett waits a minute before slowly nodding his head.
Childe pulls on the shorts, setting Bennett’s perky ass free. The realization dawns on Childe that Bennett’s not wearing underwear. “Fucking whore,” he murmurs, grabbing Bennett’s ass.
Bennett gasps. He knew what was coming but it’s still surprising. He doesn’t move a muscle as Childe runs his hands over his ass, squeezing and pulling on him, teasing him. Bennett can’t help but try to entice Childe further, though he knows he doesn’t need to. He shakes his ass a bit.
“You’re gonna kill me, you know that?” Childe groans. Against his better judgement, he pulls his hand back and brings it down hard over Bennett’s ass, giving him a proper smack.
Bennett yelps but backs himself up into Childe’s hand again, silently begging for him.
Childe glances down the aisle once more, still clear of people, before he smacks Bennett’s ass again.
It takes almost nothing to turn Bennett into a begging mess anymore. All it took this time was two smacks and a few words and Bennett’s already whining for dick. Childe wants to indulge him, sure, but he doesn’t want the show to be over too soon. Instead of giving Bennett his dick, he crouches down so he’s face to face with the boy’s ass. He grabs Bennett and spreads his cheeks, staring straight at his pretty pink hole.
Childe’s fucking salivating at the sight, so pretty and eager and ready to be stuffed. He works up some saliva in his mouth and spits on it, watching it shine. Before Bennett can beg for anything more, Childe’s shoving his face into his ass.
Bennett chokes out a high-pitched whine as Childe’s tongue laps at his hole, running over it and getting it nice and wet before delving inside to tongue fuck him. The warm and prehensile flesh feels so different than anything else. Bennett loves when Childe rims him. It gets all him weak in the knees. He almost falls over, but Childe keeps him steady and continues to eat him out.
When Bennett’s thoroughly wrecked on Childe’s tongue alone, the man finally pulls back. It takes a minute to calm himself because he could go on like this for hours, but that’s not the goal. He shakes his head and stands back up. Bennett’s already throwing himself back against Childe and the man doesn’t even have his dick out yet.
“So needy, aren’t you, Bunny?” Childe smirks as he pulls his pants down. “I’ve got what you need right here, so don’t worry. Daddy’s got you.”
Using the word Daddy is enough to make Bennett moan again, and then he feels Childe’s thick cock slap against his ass. He needs it so bad, but Childe’s being mean and teasing him, sliding his cock between his cheeks but not pushing in. His tip keeps brushing against Bennett’s hole but it’s not good enough.
“Daddy, please– I need it,” Bennett almost cries in frustration.
“Yeah, Baby? You need Daddy’s dick?” Childe asks in a condescending tone.
Bennett doesn’t care. All he does is nod his head and beg like a whore. “Yes, Daddy. I need it– need your dick.”
“Good boy,” Childe hums, finally satisfied and finally pushing inside.
The stretch feels so good, and Bennett feels so fucking full. Childe doesn’t hesitate to sink down to the base, sheathing himself entirely inside Bennett in one smooth slide.
He doesn’t give Bennett a second to acclimate before he pulls out and sinks back in though. He’s gotta give his baby what he needs after all, and he does just that. He splays his hand out on Bennett’s lower back, keeping him bent over one of the lower shelves, as he sets his pace. It’s not as fast as he’d like, but he doesn’t want to be caught immediately. Still, he fucks in and out of Bennett’s greedy hole.
Something in the corner of his eye catches Childe’s attention. He looks over to find a mother and young son walking hand in hand at the end of the aisle. From where they’re standing, the cart’s blocking most of the view, but taking a single look at the way they’re positioned and the way Childe’s moving, she’d be able to guess what’s going on immediately. Still, Childe doesn’t stop his thrusts. If anything, he picks up speed. The thought of the pair catching them has his brain spinning. The thought of a little boy catching him like this, fucking his barely legal boyfriend, is intoxicating.
“We’ve got an audience,” Childe grunts. He grabs Bennett’s hair and pulls the boy’s head up.
Surely enough, the woman makes her way into the aisle looking at different boxes. The closer they get; the faster Childe goes. The sound of sex gets louder and louder and so do Bennett’s moans.
Despite seeing the mother and her child, Bennett can’t control himself, he doesn’t want to. He’s a freak, they’re freaks, and he wants everyone to know. He moans and mewls and starts fucking himself back, meeting Childe’s hips on every thrust.
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.
Childe lets go of Bennett’s hair in favor of holding him down. He keeps switching from watching Bennett’s ass swallow his cock and the slowly approaching woman. Something sick comes over him, something depraved and disgusting. They had a chance of not being caught, but where’s the fun in that?
Childe reaches out towards their grocery cart and shoves it, not missing a single thrust as he does. The cart spins to the side, completely exposing them to the unsuspecting pair. Childe grabs Bennett’s head again and forces him to look at the woman and her son once more.
The pleasure’s already so overwhelming for Bennett, but Childe exposing them both sends sparks cracking up his spine. He watches with a fucked out and drooling expression as the woman turns to them. Every switch in his body, every light in his brain, explodes when he sees the look of horror and realization on her face. He watches as the woman frantically tries to shield her son from the obscene and perverted display, and Bennett’s gone.
With an almost alarmingly guttural scream, Bennett cums. He just can’t stop. The fact that he’s being watched by a total stranger ramps up his orgasm tenfold. It hits him like a freight train. The strength of it buckles his knees and makes him give out, but like always, Childe’s there to catch him.
As Bennett’s cock spurts everywhere, making a mess in the aisle, Childe continues to fuck him more and more brutally. The way the woman screams for help is music to his ears. By the time other customers are leaning into the aisle, Childe’s fucking into Bennett like a depraved beast.
All eyes are on them. Everyone’s watching. All Childe can see are disgusted and horrified expressions, but it makes his dick throb and pulse inside Bennett.
All the attention has Bennett’s wet and aching dick back at attention and ready for round two.
“Louder. Be louder, Bunny.” Childe orders.
And Bennett obeys. The boy’s whorish and wanton moans grow exponentially louder, making sure anyone in their general vicinity will know what’s happening, even if they can’t see for themselves. “Fuck me, Ajax!” Bennett cries, so shameless it’s liberating.
Childe complies, putting all the strength he has into his thrusts, into breaking Bennett’s back. While he does, his reaches his hand around and pumps Bennett’s spent dick. It doesn’t take much for the boy to cum again, adding to his original mess.
The way Bennett clenches around him, a vice on his dick, a heat Childe wants to die in, brings the man to his peak. He groans and roars, possessive and raw, as he unloads inside Bennett. He doesn’t stop his thrusts right away though. He continues to pound into Bennett for a few more moments, drinking down the boy’s incoherent mumbles and moans. Childe’s cum starts to froth and overflow, spilling down Bennett’s thighs and landing on the floor.
Once it’s finally too much, once Childe’s dick is too sensitive to continue, he finally pulls out.
The second he does, Bennett falls to his knees, landing in their mess. His legs are jelly, and his head is hazy. He just sits there as they both catch their breath.
Childe seems to have zero shame, making no attempt to cover himself now. His wet dick still hanging on display.
“Shit, Benny, we gotta go,” Childe says sheepishly when he sees the first employee in the crowd of people.
“Huh?” Bennett asks, still feeling tremors and aftershocks of his mind-bending orgasm.
Childe grabs the Bennett’s hand and pull him up, “Pull your shorts up,” he orders.
Bennett does his best to listen, pulling his shorts up and over the sticky mess that coats his thighs and ass. Childe does the same, pulling his pants up to mostly cover himself, but some of his dick’s still hanging out. Hand in hand, Childe quickly leads Bennett down the aisle and through the angry crowd. There are more and more employees on the scene now, all headed for them, but they’ll be fine.
Childe scoops Bennett into his arms and races for the door. Even with Bennett’s added weight, Childe’s easily able to outrun them.
He gets them to the car and helps Bennett in. Hopping in himself, he starts the car and tears out of the parking lot.
Bennett didn’t say much on the drive home. Childe assumes he fell asleep, but as they pull into their apartment complex, Bennett pipes up,
“Can we do that again?”