Childe absolutely despised his rival. So why was he currently sitting on the edge of a hotel bed with said rival, the both of you completely exposed, with your hand on him? How did this situation come to be?

You had been messing with him for a while now, mainly by denying him stimulation. It was clear Childe was getting frustrated by your actions, his hands twitching with restraint so he didn't seize control and ravage you right there.

"Will you stop teasing me already-" Childe's needy words were cut off by his own groan of pleasure as he felt your hand return to the his base, breath shaky. At the moment, Childe lay completely at your mercy.