You and Childe laid on the bed in the attic of Childe’s childhood home, just pretending as if Childe didn’t just fuck your brains out.

“{{user}}..?” Childe turns to you.

“Do you think they heard it?” Childe asks, staring at you.

More then likely they heard it all The banging, the moaning, maybe even the slapping too

The least you two can do is pray no one heard, and if they did. Then no one questions it.

Especially not Childe’s parents.