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[saturnthe8th]

A small idea I had lol

Childe would to always tell you that if you ever need something to buy and you don't have enough mora for it,  come find him. He'll give you mora and lots of it.

But you always wonder where he gets his mora from. Every single time you ask for a bag full of mora, he'll give you want you want and if youre lucky, he gives even more.

Not only that but as your partner, he provides gifts from his travels that are expensive and you were damn spoiled by him.

From specialty food, to souvenirs, clothing, jewelry, Childe finds a way to spoil you, again and again and with no end.

If he misses a day without giving you anything, either food or flowers, he'll always find a way to make it up to you. With Childe being able to provide you with gifts and expensive souvenirs, you grew curious.

How was Childe rich? Does the Tsaritsa give him money? Or does he steal the mora from the Northland Bank?

"Okay, but where do you get the mora from?" You continue to pester him with your questions, but only get the same answer everytime.

"From my pocket, darling." He chuckles at you and gives you 1 mora everytime you ask him that question. A single mora everytime that question pops up.

You don't know if he's dodging the questions you ask, but he does get the bag of mora from his pocket when he gives you them,  so you'll give him a point for that.

But you want your question answered, Where does all this fucking mora come from?

"Are you gonna tell me?" You torment the poor boy in your arms, as you ask the question once again.

Childe was squirming under your touch, your hands wrapped around his cock while slowly going up and down, edging him.

"I-I already t-told you! F-from my-"

You stop your hand movements, letting your hand just stop at the head of his cock. "If you don't tell me, I won't move." You whisper in his ear and watch him shudder from overstimulation.

He whimpers, "I- I r-really can't Y/N! Please- just move-" You watch as his hips buckle, unknowingly, his hips grinds against your hand. His moans erupting from him, as he continued to find the friction he so longs for.

But you were having too much fun. You were going to make sure you get the answer you needed, even if it makes your poor boy cry.

"Stop." You warn him. "If you don't stop, I won't let you come."

He grunts as he stops his movements. His breathing unstable, his eyes closed, lips parted away slightly, he tries to take a deep breath.

"Come on, just spill it out. Where do you get the mora from?" You whisper again in his ear, and slowly but surely continued the slow movements of your hands.

He shakes under you, his whines formulating in the back of his throat and coming out of his mouth like a song. "I-I- r-really c-can't ngh!"

You fasten your hand, going up and down, circling around the head of his cock, make him violently cry out of pleasure.

"O-oh please! P-please! Im gonna-im gonna come p-please!" He cries out in pleasure, his orbs rolling in the back of his head as he prepares himself for the ecstacy,

But you stop.

And you watch as he cries. Full on tears, escaping his eyes as he stares at your hand- on his hard cock. Just sitting there, doing nothing but torment him. Nothing but edge him until he breaks under you.

"Tell me." You whisper again, and you could see the change in Childe's eyes. Sure they were red, there were tears but his blue orbs were a sight to behold.

Childe knew that he couldn't take it anymore. He needs it, he knows he needs to come and he could only do so with your permission.

"I'll- I'll tell you." He breathes out, voice breaking and rigid breaths in between. "I-I get my Mora from the Tsaritsa. T-the mora are- my travel funds."

"Are you sure?" You ask and Childe closes his eyes and subtly nods. "You better not be lying to me, Childe."

Childe shakes his head, "Im not. I p-promise."

You smile and you whisper, "Thank you. That wasn't that hard now, was it? Now come. Give it to me." You order him, and his whole body jolts forward as you pump his cock, fast.

His body shakes, focusing on nothing but the feel of your hand around him. His moans, whimpers, his grunts now all over your shared room. His back arches as you focus on the head of his cock, doing nothing but overstimulate him, and his sensitive head.

"P-please! L-let me come." He begs, tears falling from his eyes once again and moans continously falling out of his mouth.

Feeling soft, you notice that one of his hands were clutching the bed sheets under him. So you reached for that hand and held it, in which he held onto you aswell, but didn't quite notice, due to the pleasure he was in.

So there you two were, holding hands while he stammers cries of pleasure.

"Im- Im--"

"Go ahead, come." That was the words that made Childe go into a frenzy as he reaches his finish.

You pump him, making sure that he gets all of it out of his system. He writhes while you were doing so and you could only chuckle at him. He weakly fell backwards onto the bed, still breathing heavily and coming down from his high.

You chuckled as you crawled back to bed, "You okay? Or was I too rough?"

He turns his head towards you and whispers, "That. That was- amazing."

You smile as you leaned in a placed a soft kiss on his forehead, "Im glad. Now take a few deep breaths, Im not quite done with my questions yet."

[saturnthe8th]

"Why don't you take a break?" You ask, carrying a cup of tea upon entering the room.

"Thanks love, but maybe later." You hear him say, and upon looking at his sitting body, you could tell he was wearing himself out.

"But you've been working on this for 3 days now. A little break shouldn't hurt, love." You walk over to him, seeing how much his shoulders have slumped, his eyes red and there are evident dark circles around them. You place the cup of tea on his desk as you continued to walk over behind him.

"Albedo.." You call out to him as your hands met his shoulders. You feel him soften against your touch, and leans backwards a little, trying to catch the pressure of your hands.

He breathes in deeply, before humming an answer to you. "Hm?"

You put pressure on your hands as you massaged the knots in his shoulder. He grunts in the pressure, matching every stroke you do with his deep breaths. "What do you say? A little break and I promise never to disturb you again." You mutter to him.

He dryly chuckles, "Alright. I'll spare this day for you, but tommorow I really have to finish this."

You smile at his words, "More than enough."

You watch as he arranges the papers on his desk and packs in it one place in his drawer. He neatly places his pen beside his desk lamp and slowly stands up.

He turns to you and mutters with a smile a "Come on." as he pulls you towards him quickly and engulps you in a tight hug.

As he took you in his arms, your hands immediately goes directly to his hair, and softly caresses it. You smile at the soft act he does when he's tired, like he only turns to you for comfort and safety.

You could feel him soften and his body going forward a little, putting some of his weight on you. You don't mind though, Albedo is not always an affectionate person. And these times count for desperate measures.

You can say you don't get enough hugs with him being so busy, so why would you complain when an Albedo baby is present?

"I prepared Sunshine Sprat, care to eat with me before we head to bed?" You ask him, still carressing his soft hair.

He hums in response and mutters on your shoulder, "Can we eat like this? I never wanna move."

You couldn't help but chuckle, "I'd love to stay here with you but we can't really eat like this can we?"

You could hear him grunt on your shoulder. "We eat fast then head to bed. Alright?" He asks as he lifts his head up to meet your gaze. His eyes were almost glossy, sure there were a couple of dark circles under it but his orbs were beautiful as ever.

He was gorgeous. ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ʰᵉ ⁱˢ

You couldn't help it, his stare and his parted lips, his beautiful face. You just automatically leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips. In which, he gladly accepted.

When you parted, you could see a red hue painted on his cheeks.

"Finally some color onto you, love." You smiled at him and all he did was cutely bury his face on your shoulder.

"I love you, bedo."

"I love you too, but make it so much more."