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>> 005 | I’m a soldier, not a plaything
[ Liyue is burning.
It had only been a few hours since the Snezhnayan army had landed on the city’s shores and in that time the soldiers had wasted no time cutting a swath of destruction and violence throughout the safe harbor. Merchant’s stalls were tipped over, their contents ransacked and pillaged. Temples burned on hilltops, shrines to the gods splattered with blood and viscera of their most devout followers. Ornate, gilded residences once home to nobles and elite politicians crumbled by the wayside and bodies of Liyue’s former citizens bled together in red trickles of blood that flowed like rivers through the streets.
Whatever class system that had been put in place before was inconsequential. There was far too much carnage to pick out the robes of a noble from ones of a commoner, and all parties bled the same.
It was uncertain what had prompted the attack. For all extents and purposes negotiations had been fine, with some trade ships conducting business as usual between the two nations as recently as a week ago.
One of the bodies laying in the street was a small figure garbed in Liyuen clothing, clutching a Snezhnayan matryoshka doll. Childe, better known as Tartaglia to his servants and Ajax to his close family, glanced over the grim sight and murmured a soft prayer before continuing on his way through the city. The bottoms of his boots and trousers were soaked with blood, stained until the fabric changed from a dull grey to a red so deep it was practically black.
He’d been pulled from his chambers by one of his men stumbling in, clothes ripped and tattered, blood flowing from a wound in his side. He’d yelled something about a surprise Millelith ambush and how several of his comrades had already been taken out while they were ransacking the Golden House, and then promptly passed out.
As Childe made his way there he took note of the destruction of the city with something like satisfaction and elation in his dark blue eyes. Perhaps it was because of his status as a Harbinger or maybe because his upbringing was less than conventional, but this was the sort of environment that he thrived in.
Bodies of Liyuen citizens littered the ground underfoot in the walk he took to reach the doors of the Golden House, and before stepping within he noted how they were slightly ajar, small handprints of blood standing out on the wood next to larger ones slimmer than his own.
How strange. He wondered if people had tried to take sanctuary here before the Fatui found them, or if they’d been chased here and sought to make their final stand in one of Liyue’s most well-known landmarks.
He sincerely hoped no blood got on the mora. From the last time he’d visited the mint he remembered that the caretakers tended to just leave it laying around in piles.
As he steps inside Childe finds himself staring at a scene of such carnage and violence he can’t help the catch of his breath, the way his pupils dilate while something warm and hot burns under his skin.
His men lay on the floor, clothes ripped and torn with the press of a blade or a spear. It’s a pole arm, he concludes, when he lifts his eyes and catches sight of a few more of his men surrounding a man with long brown hair dipped in gold.
And gods, he thinks. This man is a vision.
He wields the pole arm effortlessly, as though it’s another part of him. Childe watches as his men go flying with the force used against them, the butt of the shaft used in connection with an open palm to force the Fatui into giving the foreigner a wide berth.
Childe thinks he recognizes the uniform as something of similar make to the Millelith, but he’s not sure. There’s too much blood staining down the man’s front to be able to tell, and Childe hopes not all of it is this beautiful foreigner’s. ]
Enough. [ He calls out, voice ringing authoritatively in the open space. His men on the floor groan in reply. Childe keeps his gaze on the man in front of him, desire thrumming through his veins. ]
You’ve given my men quite the work out, haven’t you? [ It comes out teasingly as though there isn’t a Fatui lying limp with his arm missing. ]
My name is Tartaglia, Eleventh of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s Harbingers. But you can call me Childe.
[ And he smiles, the gesture so innocent it’s unfitting for the bloody scene all around them. ]
And what are you called, my lovely?
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Then, his whole body shifts further until his legs bend to touch his chest at the knees, held in place against the harbinger's arms. He can absolutely feel every inch of the cock churning up his insides, grinding its shape into his senses with every press in.
The pace increases and Zhongli feels like there's nothing but blinding pleasure, sinking into his whole body. It's violent now, but somehow there's no added pain - only the realisation that he's so close he could scream.]
Childe-- I-- haah!
[Teeth nip his skin and the foreigner lifts his head obediently, near tears again but not even slightly panicked.
Cum on his cock, he begs, as if Zhongli could do anything else. As if begging alone wasn't incredibly hot on Childe's lips. Everything feels too tight when cum floods over his bare skin, his ass clenching down on his captor's cock, nonsense words falling from his lips. His vision goes white, and he's practically whimpering from the stimulation. His balls strain with every rope of hot cum that splatters over him, hips trembling with unrestrained want.]
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Zhongli is breathtaking when he comes, and it's both the sight of the man under him in rapturous pleasure and the tight grip around his cock that make him still completely, so taken in by the sight of the foreigner under him that he can't help but to stop and stare.
It's not like he hasn't seen him in the throes of orgasm before, of course; it's easy to look up from where he's sucking Zhongli's cock or teasing the rim of his ass with his dick, but somehow, buried inside him like he is, it feels much more intense, much more intimate than all the other times combined. He can feel the way the brunet's entire body seizes up around him, feel the way he's wracked with waves of pleasure as he tumbles over the edge and splatters himself with ropes of cum that reach far up along his chest.
His lips crush against Zhongli's own before he can help himself, swallowing up his cries as though they were the sustenance he so desperately craved, right before he doubles down and fucks the man through his orgasm to take advantage of that exquisite tightness. His hips slap wetly against Zhongli's thighs with every driving thrust down, the tip of his cock smashing against his insides and against his stomach splattered with seed as Childe chases after his own finish in a frenzy of lust and hunger.
And then, when he cums, he does so with a groan that gets swallowed up in Zhongli's mouth, fucking his spend as deep inside of him as he can possibly get, feeling sloppy globs of it clinging to his dick every time he pulls out before he pushes it back in again. Whether it's because of a side-effect or the transformation or not, there's a lot to be had this time around; Zhongli can probably feel the way it spurts in hot, thick jets inside of him, painting his insides settling in his stomach thick enough to start filling it out into a swell. ]
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[Oh, fuck. He's too tight, too sensitive, and Childe's mouth crushes any protest before it can even be uttered. The ache he feels is no longer unpleasant, but it's bone deep and strong enough to make him tremble. The man is splitting him open, he's sure of it. More moans, maybe protests, get lost between their mouths, and Zhongli shudders as every thrust bulges his belly and slams him hard into the bed.
Even that, though, can't really prepare him for the harbinger's orgasm. It's thick and hot, and he'd never thought about how weird it might feel inside him. He thinks he can hear it squelching, even, as globs threaten to drip down over his skin only to be fucked back in deeper, deeper... it's too thick, he thinks. Illogically thick and... and...
And he groans when he feels his stomach swelling with it, legs trembling where they're pinned, hands squeezing against the ones keeping them pressed into the bed. There's still more coming, too, and he... he finds he doesn't mind, so much. It's warm and thick, and he feels so nicely full. He can just imagine what he must look like, cum splattered over his swollen belly, panting helplessly for breath as he waits out the other's orgasm.]
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It felt a lot like he'd scratched a long-seated itch which, thinking of everything he'd done to the pretty foreigner he'd stolen away from Liyue, is surprising enough. He can only imagine what this means for the rest of their nights together, because he's never been one to shy away from things he liked doing.
Perhaps having that bath was a bit premature, now that he thinks about it... ]
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There's a thread of tiredness that creeps in among everything, and he suspects it has much to do with just how hard he was fucked, how much fills his body now. Childe's cock twitches and he's almost relieved that it seems almost feeble. If he didn't need a test after that, the foreigner wouldn't know what to do.
As it is, all he can do is wait. The harbinger's cock keeps him stopped up and full, and he's surprised to find he doesn't really mind...]
... you can let me go, now...
[He shifts his arms where they're still pressed to the bed, his tone alone half a promise that he won't move.]
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In doing so he may or may not push his cock even deeper, ensuring the entirety of it was buried inside Zhongli's abused hole, but he imagines he won't mind. It's warm and pleasant in there, anyway. ]
No, no. I don't think I will.
[ There's enough meaning behind it that it's almost a dark promise of Zhongli's actual freedom, and not just letting him up and off his dick. But of course he won't elaborate further, opting to instead catch his breath and slow the racing of his heart before he actually decides he wants to move. ]
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That's-- nnh...
[His body feels... strange. Hot, no doubt partly from the spend stretching him out and the hard cock keeping it all inside, and a little dizzyingly sated. That's a little unexpected.]
... there isn't normally this much...
[It's a quiet observation, though he's not entirely sure if that's just because he's inside, or the wait, or the transformation. Some combination, maybe.]
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[ His voice sounds only a little less breathier when he speaks, ending in a low, husky murmur that deepens in his chest. He's a quick recover, if anything. ]
Though I imagine... it's a combination of you really, really turning me on and my previous form that might have done it. Probably the latter.
[ It feels nice inside him, either way. Childe, again, berates himself for not getting to the fucking sooner, lamenting all the missed opportunities even though to date he'd been having the pretty foreigner every evening and every night. It was a wonder Zhongli even had enough left to cum with how often Childe coaxed orgasms out of him.
As Childe props himself up on his arms to look down at the brunet under him, he smooths fingers along Zhongli's jaw and over his chin, brushing away sweat-slicked hair in the process.
It should be noted that the longer he looks upon his Liyuen prize, the stiffer his dick gets. Zhongli can probably feel the way it throbs insistently inside of him, nudging through the mess of cum and stirring it gently as Childe's arousal begins to manifest. ]
Do you not like it?
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That form... it seemed to cause you no end of exhaustion.
[He can't be sure, granted. And he's still being almost too idle in turn, shivering as fingers play over his skin and brush his hair out of the way. He's certainly feeling a little worn after everything that's been done to him, both before and tonight. If he were to keep going, Zhongli isn't sure there will be any more cum to be had from him.]
It... [He's distracted momentarily by the way Childe's cock shifts, stiff and throbbing inside him.] It isn't that bad. I feel as if I ate too much, and everything is very sensitive.
[That's not an answer... which means it's definitely not something he dislikes, exactly.]
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[ it's said noncommittally, neither a confirmation nor a denial of the fact. as much as Childe adored his Liyue prize, there were some things he wouldn't divulge so openly.
but he does crack a grin at the statement, letting out a soft hum in thought. ]
It doesn't sound like you minded it very much. Sometimes it's good to be so sensitive.
[ his fingers come up, gently tracing down over Zhongli's neck to the delicate jut of his collarbone, and then done his chest to the first splatter of cum drying on his skin. Childe will roll his finger in the mess before lifting it to his lips for a taste, and his eyes half-lid with a low, approving murmur of something distinctly Snezhnayan. ]
So you wouldn't mind another go of it sometime, right?
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[There's too much concern in his tone, even though he's clearly trying to hide it. But of course, they both have their secrets.]
Sensitivity has its... place...
[God. Everything feels absurdly sensitive in the wake of that, and he bites back a moan as fingers trace over his skin and down his chest to roll in the mess. He feels... lost, warm and tired.
If he isn't careful, he could enjoy this relaxation.]
... I didn't say that... But I would consider letting you.
[Which isn't to say that he thinks Childe will stop. It'll just be a different experience... maybe. His weight shifts as his legs shift and flex, and he tilts his head up as the sensation alone pulls a moan from his lips.
... Yeah. He'd definitely consider letting him have another go, at this point.]
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[ He rolls fluidly up from his arms - the little movement jostling his hardening dick inside of Zhongli enough that he has to bite his lip to keep back his groan at the stimulation - seating himself on his knees to admire the sight before him. Cum dries sticky and warm on both of their chests, and his deep blue gaze wanders over the way he can see the foreigner's body twitch and jerk with the aftershocks of his pleasure.
It wasn't a mistake taking him from his homeland, he thinks. Better he be made a slave in a wintery land than to die alone in a burning city. ]
Would you considering turning over onto your knees for me, then?
[ And it's said so softly, so affectionately it's practically a praise in itself. Even without speaking it, Zhongli could probably hear the way he calls him beautiful in the spaces between words, how ever syllable drips with affection and admiration for the person beneath him. ]
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The request is absurd, of course. To turn over and what? Present himself, his hole still stretched and leaking, stomach swollen as if pregnant...
... he can't reason with why that's a bad idea right now.]
... you would have to give me space to move... and perhaps help me do so. At least... if you want me to comply now.
[Fuck it. He's already here, he's lost almost every stretch of dignity he had... so why not let himself enjoy it for one night?]
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he pulls out of Zhongli with a wet pop, globs of cum clinging in sticky strings to the head of his cock and oozing languidly down the foreigner's cheeks from his sloppy hole. his gaze fixates on the mess he's made of him, resisting the urge to shove his fingers into the puffy, stretched rim of muscle and feel how easily his ass accepts him, instead directing his attention to gently helping Zhongli turn over onto his stomach. ]
You act like I would leave you to fend for yourself.
[ it comes out as a near purr. he's quite pleased with the work he's done. ]
I didn't wear you out that much, did I?
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You're the one who asked me if I would do it...
[god. his hole is still twitching, and his belly feels heavy, hanging beneath him. if he pressed on it, he can just imagine the mess he'd make.]
Why would you think you didn't? I'm not used to this, my legs feel like jelly, and I don't know if any more could even fit inside. You're a monster.
[there's no vitriol to the word - he says it almost with wonder, like it's... nice, almost.]
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that... doesn't sound like much of an insult, even if he's certain Zhongli didn't mean it in the nicest way.
.. though maybe he had. it's hard to mistake that tone as anything but a compliment, and Childe can feel his already inflated ego growing bigger. the fact that Zhongli's hole is still twitching, as though hungry and aching to be stuffed up again, only feeds into his confidence that the pretty foreigner had enjoyed being fucked almost as much as Childe had enjoyed fucking him. ]
Don't worry. I'll find a way to make it all fit.
[ his hand slides languidly down the middle of the other's back, tracing along the arch up to his backside which ... wow. he'd never get tired of the ass on Zhongli. the Liyuen probably knows how much he appreciates it, given how he'd dedicated many nights just laying between his legs eating him out, how he'd fuck the rim of his hole and knead and squeeze his generous backside to his liking.
seeing it like this, Zhongli propped up on shaking knees... it's almost like he's being rewarded by the gods themselves. Childe can't help but to pull his cheeks apart with one hand, thumb pressing on his winking hole and coming away with a smear of white staining his skin. ]
You look perfect like this.
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[Oh. Zhongli actually gasps as fingers slide over his spine, biting back a moan as his shoulders drop to the bed. Legs trembling, face down and ass in the air, he certainly looks submissive and willing. Childe pulls his cheeks apart and Zhongli struggles not to whine.]
You're-- ah-haah...
[He grips the sheets as a thumb presses on his hole, almost in, coaxing out another dribble of white.]
Bi... biased. [but, his cock is still hard, hanging down with his swollen belly. His legs are still spread, hole inviting.] I'm... too sensitive for you to keep going...
[Rather, he wants Childe to stop - probably because he's going to cum on his cock otherwise, body primed as a prize whore's.]
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[ there's something empowering in seeing a great warrior cow to him, face down, ass up and dripping with seed Childe had planted himself. of watching how his hole flutters as though begging for him to stuff himself back up again and with Zhongli trying and failing to contain his whines and the breathy undertones to his voice...
really, how could Childe refuse?
the bed creaks under the shift of his weight, the Harbinger roughly fisting himself to ensure he's as hard as he can be. the slick from his own cum makes the motions smooth, easy, and once he's certain that he can slip back inside without much difficulty --
he aligns himself with Zhongli's hole and immediately rolls his hips forward, sinking several inches back inside all at once. his cock drives through the mess he'd left inside, the warmth on the tip of his dick a not altogether unpleasant sensation, and Childe draws in a breath with hands squeezing around the foreigner's waist tightly, holding him in place as he drives himself in at such a slow pace Zhongli is sure to feel every single inch as it sinks back into him and stirs up the mess in his guts. ]
You're so beautiful like this...
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[The harbinger presses against his abused hole and Zhongli can feel fresh tears welling up, overwhelmed as he is.]
Wait, wai-- nnh...!
[inches sink back inside and he's plugged up, eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering at the full feeling. He's absolutely losing his mind, he thinks. Hands rest on his waist and he wants them nowhere else, moaning as another inch sinks into him. His own hands grip the sheets, and his cock throbs hard beneath him.]
I'm... I'm gonna... ah...
[Oh. His words are slurred and lazy, body trembling as his ass rises up more. It's stupid. He's never felt this overloaded, overstuffed and still somehow wanting more now that Childe is inside.]
I... mmnh... I...
[He's aware that he's drooling, tongue refusing to stay in his mouth, let alone work properly.]
Mo... re... ple...
[Reduced to this, he struggles to find a reason to mind. He's going to cum on his captor's cock as soon asis starts moving, he knows. He hates it. He must hate it, he doesn't want to be here like this...
... but good Gods, he wants to cum. Is it so bad to just... forget everything for a little while?]
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You want more?
[ he hunches over the other man's back a little, never once stopping the motion of his hips. every push and pull brings with it the obscene squelch of cum, white frothing and bubbling around Zhongli's abused hole every time his cock drives in deep. ]
You're already filled to bursting with my cum, you know... how much more can you take?
[ a shift in angle; Childe's first initial thrusts are clumsy, seeking out the bundle of nerves inside he knows will make the other man sees stars. he grazes over it once, twice - and with another tilt of his hips drags the entire length of his cock against it as he slams back in, pressing his hips tight to the other's ass and stirring up the mess inside of him with little rocks and bucks. ]
Are you gonna cum just from having my cock inside you? God - you're so fucking beautiful. Go ahead, Zhongli - I want to feel you cum just from my dick.
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[He's so hot. Zhongli exhales a sigh and a moan as Childe hunches over him, cum squelching lewdly as his captor drives in deep.
How much more can he take? How much? He... he...
Ah.]
I don't... care... [He can barely think as the man's cock grazes his abused prostate, vision blurring and whiting out for a moment.] just-- just want-- haaah!
[Oh, he's found the right spot there. Zhongli trembles as Childe rakes across his prostate, hips tight to his ass. He couldn't have held off even without the man speaking.
Hell, he's not sure he's hearing him anyway. Not with the heat of his cock splitting the soldier's ass open, his already full belly squelching and sloshing. He's going to die, he thinks. He's sure he will.
How had he gotten to this point? He'd seen his city burning, cut men down on her defense only to be snapped up by this man. Reduced to a plaything, introduced to the actual monster apparently hidden in the harbinger.
He'll think about all that... eventually. Eventually.
Right now his body feels like it's coming apart. For a moment, he's sure he's blacked out, impaled on his-- his owner's cock. His thick, hot, impossibly good cock. The spurts of white that splatter on his chest feel good. He's not thinking right.
He doesn't mind, though. Stomach filled and ass trembling, he mumbles in a litany of things in Liyuen. His ass squeezes down in a way he can only describe as pleading. Something-- warm, salty, bitter-- registers in his senses. He's not sure if he's really tasting cum, but it's fine. Even if it pours out of him like some obscene fountain, he wants it.
It's... strange, realising he's been utterly defeated, and realising that it didn't take a single blow to do it. It's enough to make him laugh, a broken little giggle of desperate want.
Yeah. This is fine. He doesn't mind being a plaything for a while, as long as it's like this.
Why did he fight it for so long anyway? He's forgotten. The fresh tears aren't from any pain, and he barely notices them in eyes he can no longer focus.]
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the only thought pervading his senses is how beautiful he looks, how utterly erotic that this once proud soldier has been broken down and howls only for his cock. how he's leaking out the evidence of Childe's claim, globs of white splattering against his thighs every time the Harbinger pulls out, frothing and churning out around the heavy weight of his cock when he fills him up again. the bed is a complete and utter mess, but that's fine; it's not like he hasn't made a mess of Zhongli before.
it isn't like he won't make a mess of him in the future, either. ]
Zhongli.. [ and he breathes affections into the other man's ear, whispering words of Snezhnayan as he fits himself over his back and stills, granting the man a quick reprieve once he's finished cumming on his cock. Childe takes the opportunity to mouth and bite at his neck, leaving behind a litany of bruises and teeth marks to further stake his claim on the beautiful foreigner in his bed. ]
You're still with me, right?
[ it's softer, and the hands he has on the other man's hips have gentled to rub comforting circles into his skin. Childe only continues until he can hear the murmurs and soft breaths the other man's letting out - at which point he resumes his position, pulling back and pulling out just enough that he can drag out more strings of endless white with him as he goes.
and then - then he doubles down and fucks, and if he wasn't brutal before, he certainly is now. Childe fucks Zhongli with the entirety of his cock, tip to base and then back again, dragging over his prostate each time, pressing in deep, too deep, like he intends to split him open like this. the friction against his walls and on his cock has his lashes fluttering with pleasure, and he can't help the soft groan and pants of want and longing he lets out, every word a mantra, a praise of the other man's name and how good he's making him feel.
the rapidfire pace of skin on skin is just loud enough to be heard beyond the howling of the wind outside, and Childe pounds into the other hard enough that there's no doubt the foreigner won't feel the ache of this for days. at some point he forgoes holding himself up, first draping over the other's back and then eventually flattening himself against Zhongli's backside completely, knees pulled up onto the bed so he can rut and hammer into him with all the finesse of a man lost to pleasure.
the closer he gets to his orgasm, the more brutal he becomes; the slaps of skin on skin are hardly without any pause between them, and Childe groans and huffs into his ear as he humps into the other aggressively enough that the bed actually starts to bounce and shake with his movements. he wants to ruin him, make it so Zhongli can't move without thinking of this moment between them, how Childe fucked him so hard he couldn't even remember his name. it's the least he could do for all that he's given him, after all. ]
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he can't find words, can barely move by the time Childe relents, his abused hole sensitive and twitching. teeth bite down and mark his neck and it sends little jolts all the way through him. the ache isn't entirely pleasant, but he's beyond thinking of things that aren't just... perfect. so for now? for now, he's left completely melting into them.]
M...mmmh.
[it's supposed to be a response, a nod, a reminder that he's here amid the hot, heavy feeling of contentment. never, he thinks, has he ever been so sated. he'd never wanted to be, let alone needed to be.
he can hear the sound of cum being dragged out of him, exhaling a soft groan as Childe holds there for a moment. then he's moving, and it's - oh, it's beyond brutal, the pangs of pain melting into ever more pleasure as he's absolutely fucked. he's too far gone to care, mewling and gasping as his already abused prostate is milked more. every single slap of hips into his earns another little spurt of cum splattered down between them, until there's nothing left. his cock aches and throbs, but he can't mind.
he can't think, not really. not past the blinding ache and skittering presence of electric pleasure crawling over his skin. certainly not past the way he tucks into him, flattens down against his ass like a rutting beast. it hurts, and he wants more of that ache. trembling fingers reach up to grip Childe's hair as the Harbinger huffs and groans into his ear.
some sound escapes his lips, but he can't parse it. his eyes close and it's not enough to stop the tears as everything mounts higher, higher, and he's sure. he's sure he must be close. right? Zhongli can't take much more of this, his vision blurring and his thoughts lost to the ether. he'd asked for this, and he was sure his endurance would be enough...]
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once, twice, three times - and then Childe is pressing in impossibly deep, balls-deep, the tip of his cock pressing in somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t be. Zhongli clenches down so tight around him he can feel every single rope of cum as it travels from base to tip before it erupts, immediately flooding the man with a deluge of warm, thick seed.
like before, the load is massive. it doesn’t take long before it starts gushing around his distended belly and the cock imprinted in it in its search for a way out, and Childe kisses feverishly at Zhongli’s neck and along his shoulder as he waits for the spasms of pleasure to subside.
beautiful, he thinks. Zhongli is simply beautiful. who else could take his cock so well - who else would Childe even want to take his seed like this? this beautiful, powerful warrior who had easily felled a number of Fatui, made bedmate to one of Her Majesty’s Harbingers.
he’ll have to get him a gift after this. it’s only fair.
the room feels almost too quiet without the slap of skin on skin and Zhongli’s rising cries, though maybe the blood rushing in his ears is drowning everything out better than expected. it’s hard to tell, when all he can focus on is the veritable flood he pours into his prize, which by this point has started to gush out a little around his cock to dribble down the other man’s thighs in slow, oozing globs of white. ]
What … would you like… ? [ another kiss to Zhongli’s neck. his voice is breathy, but dripping with affection. ]
I’ll give you anything…
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his body feels like it's melting, moaning and gasping as his belly distends further. how much more can he take...? Childe is kissing at his neck and over his skin, and his fingers grip more tightly where they hold. he's lost everything now, all the sense and eloquence he has. breaths shudder through him in helpless gasps, his body throbbing hopelessly as cum gushes out of his abused hole and drips down his thighs. the air is quiet, almost achingly so, and he has to struggle to regain focus when Childe speaks.]
Ah? Ah.... [what would he like? lips press to his neck and he closes his eyes. what would he like....]
I can't... think... [if he's not careful, he thinks he might just collapse. his face is already set in the bed, and he's suddenly aware of how dry his mouth is, how much he's drooled in the past moments.]
Different... different clothes would be nice. A room of my own.
[he's never felt this exhausted in his life. his belly shifts with every breath, every word, and he's still lost for it. just... just a little bit of distance. just a little time to himself, where he's not being worn down to the ragged edge. Gods, he needs to recuperate after this, especially. there's only one way this could get any worse...]
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