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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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One more round. [ he promises, the smile on his face heard as much as it's seen. it's perhaps to be expected, especially from a tyrant who hadn't hesitated in burning Liyue to the ground and taking one of its prettiest soldiers for his own. despite everything that had transpired between them, all the fucking and the tender moments and the niceties Childe occasionally showed him, the Liyuen would do well to remember the reason for his being here.

it's not as if Childe would allow him to forget with the frequency that he had the other's body, the careless way he would manhandle him and slip inside him at his convenience as though Zhongli was no longer a powerful, proud warrior but a glorified cocksleeve. perhaps the fact that he was less ruthless and more affectionate might have made the transition easier.

it certainly helps that Childe is genuinely fond of his bed-partner, sparing no attempts at doting upon him and lavishing him with expensive gifts and trinkets. it's the least he could do, Childe thinks, with such a responsive, wanton partner in his bed. he's probably spilled a portion of his body weight with all the times he's filled the man up with seed and yet still he's constantly aching for more.

his thrusts turn a little more fervent, the steady fucking of his hips forward marked by the low, wet smack of skin against skin in a staccato rhythm that drowns out the pants of his breath. his cock is hard and throbbing, insistently sloughing through the cum and pushing out more splatters and ropes as he takes and takes, fucking into the hole he's made his own over the time they've spent together. he knows every ridge, every spot deep inside the other that makes him sing and he hones in on his prostate and up against his inner walls with ruthless efficiently, determined to give them both the pleasure they so deserve.

fingers grip on Zhongli's thigh tighter and hoist it up, and the angle is in such a way that he can practically see the way Zhongli's hole clenches and sucks on his cock as he plunges in, see the way he churns up the deluge of his own cum in frothy bubbles of white that cling to his dick in stringy strands every time he pulls back.

it should come as little surprise that he's already close, and he hastens the plunging of his hips until the steady rhythm of slaps becomes something more frenzied, the bed rocking and thumping against the dents in the wall with their frantic pace. ]

Nnnn-- fuck, Zhongli---

[truthfully, he doesn't know if he thinks Childe would have stopped for a second even if he'd said no. in spite of what he's become, he still recalls where they began, the first moment he'd realised that - at least as he is now - he's more or less in a position of only being able to accept what he's given.

perhaps it's better, then, that he's begun to enjoy himself. Childe's fondness for him helps no small amount, even if that attraction has met him in a slow, fervid aching in the warrior. is he still a warrior, after all this time? surely, being so filled and so used, Zhongli hasn't had the same amount of time for training and honing his skills. even so... he's still certain he could take care of himself, if he needed to.

which is, in the end, neither here nor there. it's irrelevant as fingers grip around his thigh and hoist it higher, so much that if he looks down, he can see the other's cum-covered cock squishing and churning the mess left inside him. Zhongli's fingers curl in the sheets as he endures the onslaught (endures, he thinks, isn't quite the right term. he's losing his mind with the pleasure of it, little by little) alongside the way his body molds and clings to its thick weight.

beneath him, his own cock twitches and throbs with the ruthless fucking, drawn closer with every heartbeat. he need only wait, he knows, for the Snezhnayan to give in to his truest self... and wait he does, for the short time he has to.

hips hasten their plunging pace and as it turns frenzied, wanton and harsh enough to thump the bed into the wall, he struggles to remember what life was like without it. surely, it hadn't been that long... and yet. Childe's voice rises just behind him and he shudders.]

Nngh-- ah... go-- go on. [his hole, pounded into shape as it is, provides no resistance to being taken; all of it is in the way his body clings, as though the other's cock provides him with the only thing he needs.] Fill me up again... [his lips curl at the thought of it, a vague wonder in mind if perhaps, just perhaps, it will gush in and fill him more, or if it won't find any tiny space to squelch and slosh against his legs, his thighs, the poor ruined bedsheet beneath them. his backside aches from its abuse, back arching as he leans his shoulders back into Childe's chest. ah, he's so close...]

[ the pace he's set is bordering on punishing, brutal, but he knows more than anything that Zhongli can take it. it's perhaps one of the few truths that's been made abundantly clear whenever Childe is feeling particularly amorous, or particularly rough; even should he leave bruises on the other man's skin to blossom in the morning, Zhongli will always, always arch prettily and cry out for more. as lovely as he is, wrapped in gossamer silks and fine jewelry hanging off his form in loops tangled in the flimsy scraps of clothing, Childe thinks he looks most beautiful when he's coming apart on his cock.

his fingers grasp and squeeze, eventually dropping Zhongli's leg and grabbing his hips instead. Childe will use his strength to haul him over, rolling over onto his back and drawing Zhongli atop him, steadying him and his gravid belly before he drops his grip and yanks his thighs up again and starts bucking into him at a frantic pace. like this he can easily feel the messy splatters of cum with every plunge of his cock, hear and feel the way his seed splurts out like a severed artery, heat and slick and thick, oozing liquid making a mess over his own thighs and the ruined bedspread beneath.

but that's not enough to stop him, not nearly enough - his cock plunges up, jabbing against the inside of Zhongli's swollen belly, forcing the other down onto him again and again and making an utter mess of them both. his abdomen is smeared in white, the scent of cum and sex and sweat envelopes all his senses - and there's a knock at the door, barely heard above the steady plaplaplap of his hips fucking against Zhongli's backside and into his sloppy, abused hole.

he's close - perhaps he murmurs this in Snezhnayan, his mouth finding Zhongli's ear, teeth nipping sharply at the edge before he pants and groans and huffs into it. the poor Liyuen is being bounced around like a ragdoll and forced to endure the insistent, unending weight of cock being stuffed into him again and again and again.

the only consolation, perhaps, is that in this new position they've dislodged a good portion of his cum, which even now trickles off the sheets and onto the floor in a steady, dripping flow. there's room for another load, he knows. ]

[Zhongli would no doubt have something to say about that thought, if he but knew. right now, he's falling into place, losing all the indignance and hesitation of being an individual with autonomy, or thoughts therein. here in this bed, he is exactly what Childe wants - his lovely little prize, trembling and moaning as he comes apart on his cock.

hands grip his hip and haul him over, the liquid swelling his belly shifting and sloshing with each movement. instantly, his hips are thrust upward, position awkward only for him, really. it doesn't stop him from crying out as Childe's cock bucks into his belly, cum oozing and splattering and slicking across both of their hips and thighs. it'd be embarrassing if he was in any other place.

well, no. it's still embarrassing, in the end. as he's forced down over and over and the churning liquid in his stomach drips and flows down over the Snezhnayan's hips, the bed, slowly making an absolute mess of everything they can see. all he really cares about is how blissfully enticing it feels, his belly stretching and flattening with every rough thrust.

he-- can't think. he doesn't want to stop, in truth, even knowing he wants his own space. truly, he's addicted in the worst way, though he'd never admit it. harsh Snezhnayan ghosts across his ear, not half as harsh as the teeth that nip at it. breathless, he thinks it's not unlike a gemstone being shaped for use, tossed and tested in no end of ways simply for the sake of seeing how much one could take.

but it's true - they've certainly dislodged a good portion of cum, enough that he's able to feel his belly stretching from the hard head of the other's cock, rather than just the sheer amount of cum inside him. he's forced to relegate his balance to the other now - not that that's a problem - and he truly does wish he felt more frustrated and embarrassed over it.]

[ between Zhongli's only keens and cries of pleasure, the sound of the liquid sloshing in his bedmate's belly and the splatter of cum as it flies out in stringy, thick globs when it's dislodged - it takes little more to push Childe over the edge. his mouth presses, open and panting, against Zhongli's bare shoulder, groaning long and low and husky into his sweaty skin as he stills and begins to unload rope after rope of seed into the other's wanton, willing body. he can feel the steady trickle of the displaced cum oozing down over his balls to join the rest of the mess puddling under his ass.

it feels as though he's cumming for an eternity, cock twitching with every spurt of cum it pumps into Zhongli's thoroughly coated insides and his hands eventually roaming to the other's thighs to keep him pressed flush up against him. at some point he might have murmured sweet nothings against Zhongli's ear, small, breathy affectations praising him for how good he is to take all his seed, how fortunate that he isn't a woman because, doubtless, Childe would have fucked him pregnant a hundred times over already. he noses and kisses at Zhongli's skin and tells him how pretty he is, how beautiful and perfect he looks taking every inch of cock and promising him that he'll keep him filled up to help him last through the winter.

his hips strain, pressing himself as deep inside as he can until Zhongli can feel the way his balls tense up with the final, last thread of cum. Childe goes rigid, stuttering out a low, breathy groan as the last bit is pumped into Zhongli, then slumps with a sigh and a breathy, shaky little laugh that's significantly more lighthearted and more playful than those dark murmurs and sultry promises against the foreigner's skin.

panting lips press to Zhongli's temple, his fingers stroking warmly, fondly over the obscene swell of the other's belly. Childe gives a dismissive little buck of his hips and tests the waters, lashes fluttering at the heat drowning his cock. ]

Fuck... I'll never get tired of this.

[the first spurt of heat is disgustingly satisfying, thick ropes of cum pouring deep into his body all over again. Zhongli reaches up despite everything, fitting trembling fingers into Childe's hair where he's groaning against his skin. it's gentle and accommodating, a sign that no matter what he might say, he does at least somewhat enjoy this feeling. that some part of him now accepts the Harbinger as part of his life.

his panting slows only slightly as his belly inflates with the seed filling it, a soft moan escaping him. fingers keep him flush against Childe's hips and his eyes close to just listen to him. a woman... that would be awkward, wouldn't it? his lips part to speak but the words that come out are all in his native tongue - and half of them are plainly garbled.

one last deep press of hips, and Zhongli can at least tell it's over. his belly is swollen, he thinks, even more than it had been before - it baffles him, how much cum the other has. a faint, dumb smile crosses his lips as fingers stroke over his belly, the taut flesh indenting gently in the shape of the pressure.]

... You are... incorrigible.

[he finally manages a few words, his eyes closing as hips buck gently. thick cum sloshes in him and it earns a rough little moan, legs spreading just that little bit wider. his ass squeezes pleasantly at the stimulation despite the fact that they have things to do.]

Just... just one... I said. [voice slurring, he tries to recount again how he ended up here.] I need to... bathe... so we can go...

I know, I know. [ it's hummed against Zhongli's skin, a low, rumbling murmur of deep satisfaction. his hand follows the swell over Zhongli's cum-bloated belly, gently pushing down just to feel the way it squeezes liquid out around his cock.

unsurprisingly, he's already starting to stiffen again. his lips find the curve of Zhongli's ear and he starts suckling on it, flicking at the lobe with his tongue before biting sharply with his teeth. ]

You sound like you want more, though. Perhaps you're as insatiable as I am.

[ but he's soon shifting his grip, clutching Zhongli around his slim thighs and gently lifting him up. his cock starts easing out inch by inch and brings with it a veritable flood of cum that splatters out over his stomach and against his groin, the sensation doing little to quell the ever-insistent tide of desire he feels for this man. ]

We could just skip the moving day, you know. Stay in bed all day... [ and, like clockwork, he's dropping his grip and letting gravity plunge Zhongli back down, immediately taking the full length of Childe's cock hard enough the bed dips with the movement. he groans again, long and low and wrecked, and wraps both arms around the other's waist this time. ]

Don't- [Zhongli exhales a helpless cry as Childe pushes down on his belly, his own cock throbbing at the feeling of pressure and the squeeze of liquid around the other's cock.

lips find his ear and he can't help the whine he gives. perhaps he thought if he could hold back long enough to escape, he could finish getting off in the bath, clean himself out and quiet his libido before the Snezhnayan could turn it on him.]

I... don't... a-ah. You're cheating- [his ass squeezes down as teeth bite sharply at his earlobe, cock leaking on his stomach as he protests. the head of Childe's cock rakes against his insides as he's lifted up and Zhongli struggles not to grasp his dick, biting his lip.

then, almost too suddenly, he can feel cum pouring out of his wrecked hole in its absence, his head falling back until he can press his face to Childe's neck.]

It's important to me-- [me certainly doesn't come out as a proper word, garbled and sharp as his hips are dropped. the head bunts his entrance and slams in, in, in to push out his belly again and the foreigner actually howls. any pretense of holding back are gone in that instant, as thick ropes of cum splash over his chest, up to his neck and even onto his cheek. it aches in the most disgustingly pleasant way, and his legs remain spread wide as arms wrap around his waist.] I... ah... haah. fuck...

[it's mumbled into his neck, his face so red he's sure Childe must be easily able to feel the heat of it. his whole body feels worn, but part of him still wants to give in, to stay in bed and let his captor use him like a cute little cocksleeve.]

Ooh, fuck. [ it comes out as a breathless pant against Zhongli's ear, his arms tightening around his waist as his cock throbs and twitches inside of him. it's not as though there hasn't been days like this already, when Childe is so taken with Zhongli upon waking he immediately shirks his duties to quite literally spend all day in bed fucking his captive, stopping to break only to have meals brought to his room and the occasional bathing.

doubtless the maids would have given him a earful if they weren't long since accustomed to it - since they'd already had to change the sheets many times since Zhongli's arrival - but Childe could care less about any kind of tongue lashing, more than content to indulge in the pretty foreigner as much as he wanted without repercussions.

but perhaps, in this instance, he might let Zhongli off. even if the Liyuen is still trembling around him, face and body warm and taut with the pleasure washing over him. ]

What's important to you, Zolotse? [ the affectionate nickname rolls easily off his tongue, his hips moving in slow, gyrating rocks as though he means to thoroughly stretch the rim of the other's entrance around the girth of his cock. ] And I'm not cheating. It's not my fault I can't control myself around you. You're more than welcome to get up.

[ so saying, he quickly unwinds his arms from around Zhongli's stomach and settles them on his waist instead. they don't pull or push him off, just simply rest there, granting the illusion of free will should Zhongli decide to try and rise to his feet.

it's probably telling that his cock is already half-hard, buried to the root deep inside of the other man. ]

If I... ah. It is hardly my choice for you to be so... taken.

[in little moments of clarity like this, Zhongli can truly realise both how affected he is by his captor, and how frustratingly difficult a spell it is to break. hips roll and rock against him and he fights not to melt into it.]

My-- my space. [his voice is ragged and breathy as Childe denies cheating, as if he hadn't dropped Zhongli directly back on his cock when he hadn't even cum yet, as if his body hasn't been shaped and conditioned to accept and want it at his leisure.] Then I will... nnrh.

[another shudder slips through him as those hands settle on his waist, resting what seems like contently. it takes him a moment, hair stuck to his face, to even try to lift himself up. if he takes an extra few moments to enjoy the slow, aching slide of his cock raking along his insides... well, perhaps Childe won't notice, or at least not say anything.]

Your space. [ Childe repeats, with the sort of overwhelming affection one might reserve for a pet that's done something incredibly cute. he's definitely not wrong since, once he's left Zhongli to his own devices, the pretty foreigner busies himself with lifting off his cock in what is probably he least hurried, slowest way possible. Childe can enjoy the way his cock feels slipping out of him, the few inches he's gained immediately coated with a fresh glob of cum as Zhongli rises up onto his knees.

to his credit Childe doesn't pull him back down, but if the way he rocks his hips from side to side is distracting Zhongli from his task, well. he certainly won't complain if the Liyuen decides to re-seat himself. ]

What will you do, Zhongli, when you get into the room I've made for you? Will you lock the door so I can't come in? Would you hide away in there when you don't want to feel me flooding your holes again?

I have... never claimed less, have I?

[it's true enough; outside of when he's been broken on Childe's cock, begging for more until his belly is swollen and tight, he has certainly lamented his lack of privacy and space. breath uneven and shivery, he pauses as the other rocks his hips further, biting back a whine at the interference.]

I will-- haah... probably sleep normally, for once. [he can't help but cry out when he finally, finally pulls himself fully off of his captor's cock, flooding them both with ever more cum. gods, he will never understand how there's so much... his voice is strained as he shifts to get up.]

I wouldn't lock the door; I fully expect you would have a key anyway. I would simply ask that my room remains... relatively pristine.

[in other words: he's very politely asking Childe not to fuck him stupid in his own room, yes.]

I let you sleep. [ he says, and it's almost indignant, defensive. but they both know that his idea of sleep is far different from the other man's, that Childe himself can live off only a few hours of rest and wake up in the morning right as rain and raring to go. quite literally, in some cases.

the flood of cum that oozes and dribbles and pours out of the other man has him licking his lips almost in anticipation, gaze riveted on Zhongli's shuddering, twitching, ruined hole and the white that cascades down his inner thighs.

a primal, possessive part of him wants to immediately flip the other back over and replace what's been lost. his hips even arch up a bit as though his cock's trying to chase the warm, wet hole it'd been buried in all night. ]

Relatively pristine... so you don't want me to help you break it in at all? Is that a formal request, my Zolotse?

[Zhongli just looks at him at that comment, with that imperious, knowing gaze of his. Indeed, they both know that the foreigner's test has changed immensely since his arrival, and still more these last weeks, when reluctance slowly turned into acceptance such to allow Childe the visceral, wanton view he now has.]

... yes, it is. Normally, I would ask it to be written, in fact.

[but... nothing has been normal for him for quite some time, has it? Slowly, shakily, Zhongli climbs to his feet with stubborn certainty.]

I will bathe now, unless there remains a pressing negotiation.

[There he pauses again, legs... sticky and a little cold in the open air, ever chilled by the howling winds of Snezhnaya. Part of him remains glad that he's evidently an unnamed spoil of war, so far as her majesty is concerned - power sealed though he is, the man has his pride.]

Normally.

[ though he wouldn't have expected less from a former Liyuen soldier. the land was practically built on contracts, or so the old stories went. their god had even been known as the god of contracts to some, though that was just one of the titles that Rex Lapis' people bestowed upon him.

a shame, that the god hadn't seen fit to intervene when his beloved city had been burnt to the ground. though he supposed if he had descended to deliver divine retribution, Childe would not have been able to make off with this beautiful, proud warrior.

he wonders if Zhongli had been one of his more devout worshippers. if perhaps he had cried and begged and pleaded to his god to come and save him, when the rest of his people had fallen. somehow, he didn't imagine Zhongli the type.

as his precious Liyuen climbs to his feet, his gaze sweeping appreciatively over all the bruises and the hickies and the markings littering his pale, lovely skin, Childe wastes no time in rolling himself out of the bed and following suit. there's a sticky splattering of cum along his stomach and his upper thighs - testament to his voracity and endless lust for his prize, no doubt - and he's quick to go to the other's side, hand on his elbow as if he needs the escort to the baths. ]

Would that please you? If I were to draw up a contract? It's not too late, you know.

[would that the harbinger knew the truth. Zhongli only watches him for a moment, considering him as though trying to figure out if the offer is in earnest. After all, the man has never kept his hands off of him, has he? Not really...]

It would bring me some comfort, truthfully. [He closes his eyes as Childe approaches, not really taking the proffered arm nor actually shying away from it.] Perhaps you could draw it up while I bathe, that we might negotiate properly.

[It's a convenient attempt to save him from dealing with being fucked stupid in the tub after he's finally emptied himself out, too. Whether or not the other takes to it, well... he'll see.]

I'll wait until after you've had your bath, so that we might talk about the terms together. I've never made a contract for one of my partners, you know.

[ "partner", and not "prisoner of war" like they both know Zhongli is. either Childe is disillusioned with the state of affairs between them or he's more fond of the Liyuen than one might think. given that his gaze keeps wandering, straying over the other's gravid belly and lingering, warmly, on his face, it might be more the latter than the former. ]

Come. I'll walk you.

[ and he wastes no time in helping to steer Zhongli along, not even bothering to look back at the trail of white the other will no doubt leave as he's guided along. he leads him to the same inlaid bath from before, the waters already miraculously filled and steaming - probably from a particularly sneaky attendant, no doubt - and primed for their use. a few fresh towels are piled nearby just out of reach of the splash zone. ]

Would you like for me to get in first, and have you seat yourself on my lap?

... Very well. 'Tis hardly a difficult concept, truth be told.

[it's impossible not to notice how Childe addresses him, true. a partner, as though he has some equal standing - or more, as though he matters more. peering down at his own filled belly, returning to the warmth of Childe's gaze... it's hard to say which is more likely for certain. he'll have to reflect on it later, he supposes.]

Thank you.

[weight balanced oddly and his gravid belly shifting with every movement, he actually does appreciate the help walking. thoughts hidden behind his absent gaze, he pauses to look over the already prepared bath, pausing as the Snezhnayan speaks.]

I don't-- think it will be necessary for you to get in with me, will it? With respect, I didn't intend on having to clean myself out more than once before arriving at my own room. Though I suppose I haven't much choice if you insist, do I?

[ to that, Childe only smiles before he lets go of the other man and moves to step into the tub. he hadn't bothered at all with re-dressing himself after their nightly activities, so it was pretty much ascertained that the servants had come to fill and prepare the baths while the both of them were sleeping in the nude. at least the bedsheets had covered them? perhaps?

with a groan, the Snezhnayan leans back against the lip of the tub and settles himself comfortably within. he doesn't bother with slicking up his hair, even if the exercise from last night called for him to do so, and instead looks back up at Zhongli before outstretching his hand again. ]

Come on in, the water's fine. I won't do anything, I promise. If anything having me here might prove a boon in more ways than one.

[ it would be easier for Zhongli to clean himself out if it were another pair of hands doing it, after all. ]

[this would be less troublesome if he hadn't been fighting not to sink back down on the Snezhnayan's dick earlier, but at least it likely keeps his mind off the poor servants having had to prepare baths while they slept.

heat curls up from the water and as Childe settles in with a groan, Zhongli's weight shifts. he's fully expecting this to go poorly for him - at least, in the vein of getting to his room with any speed. still...]

You promise... I may hold you to that. After all, the only thing I intend is to clean up and prepare for the move.

[it's a soft warning really, as he does climb into the tub. it feels exceedingly strange, having the water around his swollen belly, but... that won't last too much longer, right?

... right. he hopes. the Liyuen settles on Childe's lap with a sigh, his worn muscles eased by the heat of the bath, weight relaxing surprisingly easily, he thinks. as long as the other meant what he said, this will be fine. he'll be able to wash up and clean himself out and get ready for a good rest, uninterrupted by fingers and lips riling him up again, again, again.]

Naturally.

[ it's a simple thing, to make himself more accessible to Zhongli, give the other plenty of room to sit - even with the imposing pillar of his dick jutting up just out of the water, a formidable force by itself. while Childe does not possess the soft curves and thighs of his cherished prize, the water and the plushness of Zhongli's own ass probably makes things a little more bearable for him.

immediately his arms go to wrap around the Liyuen's hips when Zhongli makes to seat himself in his lap, and he lets a hand rest on the other's swollen belly before giving him a gentle push as though to squeeze out his spend. the push turns into a gentle rubbing and he palms over it, his cock twitching where it's squashed against the other's back. ]

You really crave your privacy that much. Am I not providing enough for you? I leave the room for long enough periods of time that you basically have it all to yourself for a majority of the day. I'm not mad, just curious.

[indeed, the foreigner does his best to settle as comfortably as he can on his captor's lap. Relief flickers through him almost as strongly as disappointment when the other's dick presses against his back, his own weight trapping it firmly between them.]

I-- nnh-

[a hand pushes against his belly and Zhongli can feel the spend squeezing out, thick and still warm. It's doubtlessly going to cloud the water with how much there is to displace, but he doesn't mind. Not really.]

It is... it's about the principle of it all. [His body shifts a little then, legs spreading to ease any attempts at urging more cum out of him. For his part, he does reach down to find the ruined ring of his entrance, slipping two fingers in awkwardly to spread it open and urge more out.] sometimes-- I just want a night where I'm left alone. Not obscenely swollen and out of my mind.

[so really, yes and no. Zhongli is indeed given plenty of time for himself, but there's always the knowledge that when Childe returns, he'll be relegated to his personal plaything all over again.]

You never accept my refusals, and so this is my only recourse.

And what makes you think that I wouldn't just barge into your room and have you right then and there? It's not as if you're in another wing of the castle altogether. [ The thought seems to sit rather well with him, judging by the telltale throb of his cock where its pressed up against Zhongli's backside.

When he sees that the other is making moves to clean himself out, he'll take it upon himself to reach a hand down between them, pressing the foreigner's legs apart a little wider as his lips press against the nape of his neck. ]

Here. Let me.

[ Given that he knows Zhongli's body as well as he knows his own, it takes little effort to find the spot where the pretty Liyuen is trying to clean himself out. He gently bats away the other's fingers, slipping his own down along his perineum before he circles the tender, puffy rim of his asshole and slips the tip of one in.

The sharp huff of breath he lets out against Zhongli's neck should be enough of a giveaway.]

That is what the contract is there to stop, isn't it? [he can feel that throb easily, choosing to ignore it and all it means. really, his captor is entirely too much.

more still when a hand pushes his legs wider apart, weight shifting a little.]

I don't need assist--ance...

[he doesn't, and still he lets his fingers be batted away and replaced, head tilting to one side obediently to give room for his lips. for his insistence that he wants to move, he's still quite pliant this morning.

the tip of a finger slips in and he struggles not to shudder. it's so much harder to focus when it's not his own, even before the fact that Childe is blatantly intending to rile him up.]

Don't-- don't tease me like that.

What sort of host would I be if I didn't help you out?

[ the way that Zhongli melts into him, his head lolling over to the side to allow him room to lave attention on his neck with lips and teeth and tongue... it makes something hot and tight coil in his lower belly, the finger he's gently probing against Zhongli's rim sliding in knuckle-deep in response.

it doesn't take much longer before it's joined by a second, and he scissors and stretches them wide before pulling them out just enough that he can hold the other's entrance open with the tips. ]

I'm not teasing you. I'm helping you.

[ and as if to prove this point, he readjusts his probing touch - immediately sliding two fingers into Zhongli at once and curling, then pulling back to start scooping the cum out of his body. ]

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