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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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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. ]

Are you my host now? I thought I belonged to you.

[there's not enough vitriol in the words as that finger slides in deeper. another joins it before too long and he has to hold back the gasp when they spread his entrance open. honestly, he's just glad there's no mirror, and that he's turned away from Childe so that his hole isn't just on full display.]

Of course... helping. I didn't really ask for that, host or not. ... It's going to take forever to do it that way...

[he can feel the way his body shifts as cum oozes out around his captor's fingers, more still as two curl and pull to scoop it out. ruined as he is, everything either feels like far too much or not enough stimulation.

biting his lip and ignoring the feeling of warmth across his cheeks, Zhongli presses down on his stomach to try to urge the mess to start pouring out of him more, thick and hot from being inside him so long.]

Can I not be both?

[ a mirror would certainly spice things up, but with the bathroom being the way it is the only thing it would result in would be a fogged surface. one more thing for the maids to clean, but he would be lying if he said the thought of watching Zhongli watch himself be taken wasn't one that he'd entertained on many a mirror-less night.

another kiss presses against the side of Zhongli's face when he feels the gentle pressure of cum flowing out of him. seeing the foreigner press down on his belly to help the process along incites a strange feeling inside him, something darkly possessive and primal which he can only attribute to the insatiable need he has to breed this man to bursting with his cum.

but he'll be good, for now. Zhongli wishes to be clean, and Childe felt like being generous tonight.

his fingers spread his hole again before plunging in, effortlessly gliding in up to the knuckle and teasing Zhongli with a fullness that's incomparable to his cock. teeth nip along the previously unmarred, smooth skin of the other man's shoulder before he rocks his hand back and plunges his fingers in with enough force it presses Zhongli against his cock, pushing the Liyuen snugly into his embrace and his hold. ]

How else would you have done it? Would you like for me to use my mouth instead, Zhongli?

I don't believe so, no.

[maybe he's just refusing the idea, but still. after all, one can be whatever one truly believes, if one has enough power, right? moreover, Zhongli doesn't really have a choice in the matter.

it's a fact that's brought right back as Childe kisses at the side of his face again, fond and remarkably gentle - all before his fingers start plunging in again. it's more than enough to set the Liyuen to squirming, his hole twitching and squeezing against the other's ministrations.]

I-- ah--haah... that isn't what I meant. You could have pressed on-

[his body, trained as it is from Childe's insistence on fucking him stupid, reacts as wantonly as ever, cock jolting as he's pressed into the other's embrace.]

St--stop-- fuck- deeper-

[No, wait, that's wrong. Zhongli wants to be cleaned out, not keep going... despite everything he's said, his legs spread to accept the rough treatment, cock twitching against his slowly shrinking belly.]

Deeper, Zhongli? Did I hear you right?

[ having had the other man more than enough times to be intimately familiar with the workings of his body, all the places that made him sing the sweetest, it should come as no surprise that Childe knows exactly where to press and rub and grind to drive him wild.

but of course he doesn't. he instead scissors the other man open, letting his hole clench and flutter around his probing fingers and grinding his touch everywhere but the spots that gave Zhongli the most pleasure.

it's not as if it's done unintentionally, either; he knows exactly what he's doing, evidenced by the low murmur of approval when Zhongli arches and keens against him, the way he keeps his hands steady and carefully away from grinding into the other's prostate and along the rim of his ass. ]

Don't be naughty, Zhongli. We have to clean you out, first. [ he coos, and rams three fingers in up to the knuckle while just barely grazing, feather-light, over where he knows the sensitive bundle of nerves is located. ]

After all - I did promise I wouldn't do anything.

N-no, I-- haah!

[it comes as no surprise, but Zhongli feels frustrated nonetheless. not at the feelings - being keyed up is a good feeling, after all - but certainly that he's so... weak to it. never mind that he's been practically trained for this, day after day.

every single squirm is just a confirmation that Childe knows exactly what he's doing, fingers grinding and teasing every other inch of his insides. it avoids just the right places and the foreigner wrenches and shudders.]

I'm not-- I-- [oh. oh no. Zhongli practically howls when three fingers ram in to the knuckle, his whole body trembling and shuddering as they graze over his nerves.]

Sto--stop--nnh! I'm not- [his fingers curl against the side of the tub, a whine on his lips. somehow, somehow, he manages to calm himself enough not to cum on the spot.] nngh. Not being naughty. J-just clean me out and stop-- stop teasing me.

[before he loses his mind, preferably.]

You're being so demanding. I have to say, I kind of like it.

[ "kind of" is a bit of an understatement; his cock is the hardest it's ever been, pressing insistently against the other's backside, smearing viscous pre-cum into his skin while Zhongli writhes and curls in his hold. his fingers don't let up in their pace and he begins to actually finger-fuck the foreigner, halving the plunges into the other's body so as to reduce the fullness he feels and holding back from dragging them over his prostate. ]

My apologies. I'm getting a little distracted.

[ he definitely doesn't sound apologetic at all. it's quite the opposite, in fact, moreso when he shifts and maneuvers his other, clean hand down, to grip at Zhongli's cock and pump him with a tight fist once. on the second pump he lets his grip tighten near the base, effectively cutting off any attempt at orgasm while his fingers continue pistoning deep inside of him - only this time he makes sure to ram them roughly against his prostate on every fuck in, delighting in the lewd squelches and the cum bubbling up out of the other's hole. ]

Allow me to give you a hand, Zhongli.

You-- you...

[It's harder and harder to think as Childe teases his hole relentlessly, his breath catching anytime he even ghosts close to his prostate. By the time he's nearly found words again, the Snezhnayan's plunging fingers shift to fuck him in earnest, cum squelching and bubbling and dripping around them.]

This is why I was going to--

[all at once, he's reduced to a writhing, moaning mess. One hand squeezes over his dick until it aches while the other rams into his prostate with unrelenting roughness. It just makes his body wrench harder, of course, pulling his orgasm along only to stop it at the very moment his balls tighten and his hole squeezes down hard on those fingers.]

Chi-- Childe- this isn't-

[His breath catches again as his body jolts in another failed attempt, his weight shifting to try and escape the stimulation. Just for a second, and then he can calm down, and-- and there's not enough space, of course. Every failed orgasm pushes more cum out of his hole, squelching and splattering into the water past his hand.

It takes most of his thought to reach one trembling hand to his diminishing belly, pressing down again to force more out of its swollen confines. Surely, he'll stop when it's done, right? It's desperation, borne of the ever-increasing pressure in his core as he brought to the edge of orgasm and stopped cold, again and again. He's mumbling throughout it, but none of it comes out in a language the harbinger can understand. Its pleading tone, on the other hand...]

[ beautiful. exquisite. gorgeous.

Childe can't help but to praise the man in his head, his attention too fixated on his writhing, twisting body to really attempt to do anything else except to look. his fingers are insistent, pistoning into Zhongli's tight, sloppy heat, dragging the cum out of him with the momentum to spill threads of white into the water beneath them. the squelching as the deluge is worked out of him is music to his ears, second only to the man's vibrant, wet moans as he's fucked and emptied all at the same time.

his tongue laves a long, wet stripe up along the delectable stretch of the other man's neck and he murmurs affections into it, soft and hot and lusting, possessive in how raw and genuine in its intensity.

Zhongli may have talked him into giving him a room, but that didn't mean he would give him his freedom. not when his want for the other man was so strong it was practically palpable, not when, even now, his cock is throbbing and hardening and leaking pre-cum down the middle of his back, slicking up his sweat-dampened skin with the promise of another round. ]

Do you know how fucking beautiful you look right now, Zhongli? Spread open on my fingers - [ he crooks them, then spreads them wide, allowing a steady trickle to ooze out of him. ] - leaking my seed? Fuck, if only you were a woman - I would marry you, keep you full with my spend for days. Would you like that, Zhongli?

[ the last bit is voiced with a tug to his restricted cock. another squeeze around the base keeps his continued orgasms at bay even as his fingers find his prostate and fuck into it, keeping him continuously stimulated. ]

You want me to knock you up? Force you to bear me a child?

[under any other circumstance, he tells himself he would try to break free. That his hands wouldn't stay idle at the sides of the tub, holding on for dear life. It may not be true, not in its entirety... but he says it to himself nonetheless.

Stimulation claws and curls around him as Childe's fingers fuck mercilessly into him, globs of cum squelching, sloshing, splattering into the water below. He can't avoid it, can't quiet himself as his body shudders to accept everything it's given. Even if it's just the man's fingers, the swipe of his tongue along heated, sweat-touched skin... he can feel the cock pressed to his back, precum smearing against his flesh and throbbing there, a constant reminder.]

I-- i...!

[He yowls when those fingers flex and spread, stretching his hole wide to allow seed to trickle or pour out of it. It's so much, it's too much by far, and he hates the way it makes him whimper like he's some needy pup. Eyelids flutter and he exhales sharply, inhaling a gasp when the harbinger tugs at his cock. He so hard, it hurts... his balls feel tense and tight, but he can't-- he can't...]

St-- st-aah!

[fingers find his prostate and Zhongli's tongue lolls out of his mouth at the sheer amount of stimulation, body thrashing what little it can. He tries to speak, again and again, but only manages more moans and gasps. Hips buck and squirm only to continue without relief, heat brimming at his eyes.]

Chi-- lde- please-

[His balls tense again and the foreigner groans, breath catching in his throat with a little hic. How much more does he intend to do? His whole body aches for release, denied with every breath. Never in all his years has he been so pressed. Not even when he was building Liyue with his own hands, when he buried Gods and demons in the earth and seas. Being so thoroughly beaten feels wrong, and he can feel the thoughts of what it might be like seeping in to his thoughts. They mean nothing, he thinks; they only serve to propel Childe's fingers, the strange narrative he's taken.

Neither of them will see nor feel the little shift, the spark of gold that lights up and fizzles to nothing along his back. Not with how overstimulated the sealed God is, surely.]

>> 005 | I’m a soldier, not a plaything

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