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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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That’s because you haven’t been laying in it all day.

[ It comes out in an amused hum that vibrates in his chest under Zhongli’s head, blue eyes sliding shut. One of his hands first entangles fingers in the other’s long brunet locks, then seems to think better of it and combs through to rest on the small of the foreigner’s back. He drags the pads of his fingers up and down the individual bumps of his spine - what he can feel, anyway - and squeezes his other arm just a little tighter around his prize.

It should come as absolutely no surprise to anyone that he’s already starting to stiffen under him. ]

If I asked you to take me into your mouth, do you think you could manage without biting me?

In spite of your insistence that I am able to do just that, I think I would lose my mind.

[It's almost an earnest response, even knowing it's at least partly amusement. The warrior finds himself staring at the far wall, considering everything. He has yet to cease being sensitive in any way that could help him, and his lips part just faintly at the press of fingers working along his spine. Really, he's impossible...

... doubly so, asking that. How does he even manage to have the strength to be horny after all that???]

... mm. I hope you don't mean in the bath. I haven't yet throttled you for using me to get off on, why would I bite you?

I'm aware of my place, here - you make it quite clear.

[He's more tired than angry, talking about it. Even now with his body mostly healed, he hasn't exactly fought hard to stop Childe from taking what he wants. Even he has to admit that much - it's just been easier to give a token resistance and let it be, though perhaps he'd expected the spoiled brat to get bored by now. ]

[ His fingers still at the comment and a telling silence follows Zhongli's little remark. If the other were to look up at his expression now there wouldn't be anything of note; Childe looks for all the world like he's only sleeping, and it would probably be easy to imagine that he had simply fallen asleep mid-conversation.

But then the fingers start up again and he lets out a low, amused hum. ]

It'd be less mess to clean up. But then again it probably isn't a concern if you swallow.

[ Childe shifts, then, gently leaning forward to nudge the other back and get some space between them. With the added room he lifts his hands to his shirt to begin unfastening it so he can peel the wet fabric off of his shoulders with some notable difficulty. There's aches and pains that light up along his tender muscles and fatigue complicating his movements further. ]

[Of course. He really shouldn't have expected anything less...]

... Are you planning on perching on the side of the tub, then? I don't really relish the idea of holding my breath just for you.

[Again, there's no snap to the statement - it's simple fact. And as Childe starts to peel fabric off of his shoulders, Zhongli sighs.]

Stop that. Let me.

[It's the least he can do, he tells himself, as fingers move to deal with fastenings and wet fabric. Whatever happened, it must have been quite the battle...

He has to admit, after all this, that he does feel a little bad that it was so. Childe seems at least as exhausted as he had been, when they dragged him to the boat... and maybe he deserves it, but maybe not so much with Zhongli's vitriol added on right now.]

You really should let yourself rest... or is that what you're considering it, asking me to use my mouth?

[ At Zhongli's insistence Childe relents, sitting there quite content to let himself be undressed like a spoiled child. There's no wounds on him to speak of which is just a testament to his skill in battle, or perhaps the matter of him transforming before he could sustain any lasting damage.

There is, however, a bit of bruising all along his body in various places, faint yellow blemishes darkening to red and blue along his skin.

While Zhongli works, Childe sits there quite placidly, his deep blue eyes watching the motion of hands peeling his wet clothes off of him. Knowing he'd have to inevitably get up to get the pants off he sits for a little while longer in the warm water, letting the heat soak into his bones before slowly getting to a stand and peeling his trousers off himself. This joins the rest of the wet clothes piling somewhere in the corner, leaving Childe free to hoist himself up onto the rim of the inlaid tub in all his naked glory.

Unsurprisingly, he's already hard. ]

Maybe I just missed you that much. [ He's teasing, but even so there's a certain edge of seriousness to the words. Perhaps he means it more than on the surface level. ]

Since you're so insistent on making me rest... does that mean you're going to start being nicer to me? I like that fiery spirit of yours, you know.

[It's not as bad as it could be, at least. That fact shouldn't give him the soft pang of relief that it does, and he ignores the fact that it did altogether. Removing his clothes is certainly easier than letting the Harbinger do it himself right now, and he lets the fabric slop to the floor to drain water down with the rest.

He doesn't let himself pay too much attention as Childe removes his pants and flops them off with the rest, sitting back on his haunches in the tub. At least it's big enough that he has plenty of room to maneuver...

Ah. This will be the first he's willingly given, won't it? A dangerous precedence.]

Then you are a fool. [Exasperated, and maybe the tiniest bit of embarrassment sinks into the words. Really, he barely knows Zhongli in the first place...]

No, I don't have any plans to change how I act. I want you to rest so that I don't have to worry about whether or not I'm going to be used again, for a time.

[Long fingers curl over Childe's thighs and he looks up from there, gaze sharp as ever.]

Don't make me regret this. You don't have to control everything, do you?

Maybe a little. That's certainly not the worst thing I've been called. [ Another hum. Zhongli paints an exceptionally pretty picture between his legs, and he makes a mental note to see if he can't import some Liyuen make-up from the h-- ah. Well, that's not an option.

It's telling that the regret he feels is heavier than it should be for someone who'd willingly burned Liyue to the ground. But Zhongli couldn't know that. ]

Used... even though you're the one getting pleasure? I don't think that's the right term for it.

[ That doesn't make his dick any less hard, though, a fact Zhongli will probably note when he looks down at it. His legs spread just a little, inviting Zhongli to come closer, balance himself between the Harbingers thighs in his endeavor to service him. ]

... is that you saying you don't want me to fuck your face? Is it your first time doing this for someone?

No, I should expect not. I believe I've called you worse in the past.

[Of course, Liyue itself won't disappear in a day. Even its imports can still be found - though the harbinger will assuredly have to fight to find someone willing to share them with a Snezhnayan.]

How many times have I asked you to stop? You took what you wanted, regardless of my own. Whether my body felt relief or not is a shallow salve for the use. A tyrant scarcely thinks their actions unjust, you know.

[He does slide a bit closer as Childe's legs spread, fingers moving further up his thighs.]

Is it such a surprise that I don't want that? And... it... has been a long time since I even considered it. I had more important things to do than chase partners, and I have ever been picky.

[That's the bulk of his hesitation, he tells himself. Never mind that it's partly just the fear that he might enjoy it, that that enjoyment means something more - indeed, as Childe had initially suggested - and relinquishes some measure of bodily agency in its wake. Ridiculous, but worries are worries nonetheless.

He doesn't think, either, about the fact that when he speaks, he sometimes talks like he's much older than he looks. It's unimportant, and his hand curls around Childe's cock to gently hold it in place, hot and throbbing against his fingers. Now... how did he...

Zhongli doesn't wait for a response before pressing his mouth to the underside of it, dragging his tongue upward for an admittedly curious taste.]

[ He's not wrong, Childe thinks, but he can hardly be pressed to feel bad about it. His actions up until now had been entirely selfish, he knows, but he doesn't find himself regretting a single one. If he'd left Zhongli in Liyue, he doubtless would have been killed. If not because of the powers-that-be insisting that nothing be left alive in their wake, then because the death and destruction of a once-populated, thriving city would have surely attracted the beasts and monsters of the countryside, picking over the carnage in hopes for a few unattended scraps.

He was beautiful back then, he thinks. All fire and desperation, a pride and dignity so potent Childe felt humbled just looking at him. The way he'd held his own with the bodies of the Fatui scattered around him... It wouldn't be a far stretch to say he'd fallen in love a little, at least back then.

If things had been different, perhaps he would have courted him on his last trips to Liyue. He'd gift him resents of flowers and precious stones, things he could wear even as a Millelith guard, steal kisses in an alley under the moonlight. It would be a long courtship, he thinks, but he'd like to imagine Zhongli would eventually give in and come back with him to Snezhnaya of his own volition.

He wasn't sure why they'd been ordered to destroy the city as they did, but even a Harbinger knew better than to question orders from the higher-ups. And unfortunately, as the lowest ranked Harbinger a good deal of them were above him in the hierarchy.

His dick twitches at the friction of fingers against his skin and he lets out a hiss of breath. A hand makes its way into Zhongli's hair, brushing it away from his face and watching golden eyes watch him. ]

I don't think I can be blamed, when you look so beautiful cumming on my fingers, tongue, and my cock. [ Is all he says, like that absolves him of any blame. And really, it could have been a lot worse; there are dungeons a-plenty he could have thrown Zhongli into, instead of keeping him prisoner in his home. He's not sure which one the foreigner finds worse; the thought of being kept as a sex-slave to a Harbinger with a high libido, or being thrown into a cold, damp dungeon and being fed in a bowl like a dog. ]

I find it surprising that people didn't chase you -- [ And that's all he gets out, the rest of the words dying out in a strangled moan when Zhongli kisses at his cock, the action prompting a twitch and pre-cum beading at the tip. Immediately his fingers clench and his spine arches, hips bucking forward for more. ]

[In another situation, things certainly may have been different. Perhaps they would have shared meals, learned enough about one another to not go through this painstaking process. Alas, such is life.

Fingers grasp his hair and he allows it, eyelids lilting half-closed as the man speaks.]

Of course you can be blamed. I still blame you, every single time. [It's a savage thing to say so clearly, and perhaps it does make one wonder if Zhongli wouldn't prefer some pitiful jail cell. He wouldn't, but he's headstrong.

Childe starts speaking, and he can't decide if he likes how easily he's made to moan. It's not unpleasant, and there's not a small amount of satisfaction in making it happen.

It's nothing like his own situation, of course. This is what Childe actually wants, after all. He stays steady as fingers clench and hips buck, his own shifting to press firmly against a thigh.]

Sit still, or I will stop. Behave, and maybe you'll see a difference between this and what has been prior.

[He thinks he can get away with it, for now. Childe could still try and force him, but their situations are largely reversed, aren't they? Zhongli is no longer the exhausted fish-out-of-water foreigner, easily bullied by his captor. He still is much of that, granted, but that's not the point.]

And, most people don't like being scolded the way you apparently do.

[Zhongli's breath ghosts along the harbinger's cock, and he slips the tip between his lips, tongue swirling around it before his head bobs forward just an inch or so.]

[ He can imagine it, he thinks. Zhongli chastising a bunch of freshly-recruited soldiers, showing them the best way to hold a spear. He seems like the sort to get on their cases about the press of their uniforms or a few minutes' tardiness. Childe would almost feel jealous if not for the fact that he had Zhongli all too himself now, and there was no one to take his attention away from him.

That and, he currently had the view of the foreigner sinking his mouth down onto his cock. It does a good enough job of banishing all his other thoughts out of the water. It doesn't matter that the tile is cold and punishing against his ass, or that he can feel the dull ache of bruises under his skin; right now, with Zhongli taking him into his mouth, a vision on his knees in front of him... Childe finds himself hard-pressed to think of anything else.

Can he be blamed, then, for the little bucks and shifts of his hips he can't control as his body seeks out more of that tantalizing heat? Hopefully Zhongli's grip is firm enough to keep Childe from choking him with cock. ]

Am I just -- hhhh, fuck -- [ Another low groan spills out of his throat. He's either wanted this for some time, or perhaps it's just because it's Zhongli that he's this affected. He can't bother with thinking too long on any of those theories. ] -- am I just -- that good with my tongue...?

[ If he means to say anything else, it dies quickly in his mouth. His cock throbs again, pre-cum leaking generously from the tip now and slathering Zhongli's swirling tongue every time he sweeps it over the head. It's not quite so salty as to be expected - probably from all the times he's cum on his prize, and the way he's sated himself on his body every night - but there's still a distinct tang to it regardless.

Pressure begins to mount on Zhongli's head as Childe wars with himself not to push him down and immediately bury himself in the foreigner's throat. The threat of getting his dick bit is starting to look more and more appealing by association. ]

[Zhongli gives him alittle thoughtful hum, the roll of his eyes telling as anything. Of course his tongue is that good, or there would be a lot less pleasure to be had...

But this, all of it, has little to do with that. He just... feels bad for the other, regardless of how his body likes the press of his tongue, his fingers, his cock. And honestly, there's a lot he takes from those times, holding firm on Childe's hips so they can't go anywhere.

He's not nearly as heavy on teasing, or so he thinks, and is just glad he doesn't really mind the way the harbinger tastes. His gaze slips upward, to watch the other's expression - just to figure out what's best to do, he tells himself. He's certainly not worried about how that face looks over him.

The tip of his cock presses against his cheek, bulging it a little as he takes in what feels comfortable to start. After a moment of that, he pulls back to breathe.]

My tongue is doubtless not as adept as yours, in any case.

[Words murmured, he swallows Childe's cock back down and hollows his cheeks in swallowing more of his length down.]

It's... not half-bad, either... [ Childe has to fight hard to get the words out, thighs already starting to tremble where they're caging the foreigner's head. His fingers squeezing at Zhongli's hair haven't lessened any in their grip, and it takes every ounce of restraint he has not to just push him down all the way and fuck his mouth until he spills down his throat.

It's especially difficult when he can catch golden eyes through long lashes, watching Zhongli watch him as he sucks him off. His own gaze drops lowers, to see the foreigner taking him in between pretty, flushed lips and hollowed out cheeks.

With the hand on his stomach it's only a mild deterrent. Surely Zhongli won't mind if he just... maybe rocks himself back a little, flesh prickling into goosebumps when he scoots himself back against the cold tile and then just... rolls forward, inching his way carefully over Zhongli's tongue to lightly tap at the back of his throat. The hand in his hair graduates from gripping at the strands to cradling the back of his head, pads of his fingers kneading reassuringly there as though to encourage him to take him deeper inside. ]

-- Zhongli, ah, you look -- you look really good like this, you know?? Maybe you should do this for me more... more often... [ His breath hitches in between every word and his cock throbs maddeningly now between those parted lips. It wouldn't be a bad trade-off, he thinks... maybe they could even do it to each other, taking pleasure in each other's mouths before he has to start his day. ]

Mmn-

[Zhongli closes his eyes as Childe shifts his hips, the tipjust brushing his throat. A little more and it'll slip in, he's sure...

But he pushes himself back, squeezing firmly at Childe's cock even as he speaks. His gaze is almost disappointed, tongue sliding across his lips.]

I'm certain I told you to stay still or I would stop.

[It's a different feeling, like this. This is at Zhongli's wishes, after all, rather than in spite of them. He's not entirely sure that will end up meaning anything to Childe... but he has to try, right?

Leaving his aching cock to the open air, with only the firm grip of fingers at the base, is probably cruel. He'll just have to deal with it.]

[ The swear that bursts out of him is tinged with fond exasperation, Childe's fingers curling before releasing, flexing against the damp of Zhongli's hair. His legs are trembling anew with restraint and he eventually pulls both hands away, not trusting himself not to just fuck into the foreigner's mouth if he didn't keep himself preoccupied with gripping the edges of the tub.

Which is what he does, like a good little Snezhnayan tyrant. ]

I feel like you're enjoying this more than you let on. [ He snorts, but keeps his hands where they are. Idly, he wonders if this isn't some kind of scheme to wear him out so he won't have the foreigner later, but if it is then Zhongli is severely underestimating his libido when it came to him. Which was... quite frankly hard to do, given that Childe insisted on indulging in Zhongli's body every single day at morning and at night, and if staying in his room instead of heading out on his missions was at all an option it was pretty safe to assume he'd have him throughout the day, too. ]

I'll stay still. Promise.

[Zhongli has the audacity to smile as Childe speaks, waiting patiently for him to decide if he's going to behave. After all, he doesn't have to be good at giving head to enjoy the little bit of control.]

On the contrary, that's the point - I'm going to enjoy this, because I'm giving it willingly. I'm hoping you understand the difference between enjoyment and forced pleasure, by the end.

[It's a shallow hope, though. The likely reaction is that nothing changes, maybe Childe demands his mouth more, but hey. No one can say he didn't try.

When Childe gives his promise, Zhongli arches a brow as if to make sure he's certain, before he's returning to his work. Beneath him, his cock twitches, neglected but hard. That's new, at least for Childe, and a sign that Zhongli is indeed enjoying himself. His teeth nip carefully along the side of Childe's dick before he swallows it back down, eyes closing as he takes it just as deep as the harbinger's motions had prior. It's a little harder to do on his own, but now he's at least sure he can.]

[ It takes every fiber of his being not to just fuck up into him right then and there, and Zhongli can see the effect he has on him visibly, if not feel the way his cock throbs on his tongue. Childe's gaze remains fixated on his flesh disappearing between parted lips, his own parted as his throat works in the assault of pleasure he's receiving.

Whether or not Zhongli's words have any bearing remains to be seen, but Childe is content to enjoy what he can, while he can. And he keeps good on his promise of not moving, even if every inch of him wants to.

The thought of being completely at his pet's mercy makes him shudder and want to give in to his base urges of fucking him right then and there. Maybe pull him up, pull him down onto his lap and spear into him with his cock before he gave Zhongli his full length and girth, raking over his prostate with long, aggressive pumps before flooding him with cum. Which wouldn't really be much difference from how their nights usually went, if he was to be completely honest. Surely Zhongli was healed up enough now to be able to take all of him without much pain? ]

Do you want me to start asking permission now before I start taking you with tongue...?

[ It's a laughable notion, when he's already had him several times over, but he's curious. He can't guarantee he'll stop if Zhongli tells him no, though. ]

[It's a small thing, really. A little bit of control he's been in desperate need of. Even if he's giving Childe what he wants, it's more or less on his own terms.

He'll just trust that he has enough strength to stop anything that happens for a little bit. Surely, even Childe has to deal with the effects of exhaustion for a time.]

Mmn. It would be a novelty. I'd prefer if you wholesale stopped treating me like some kind of convenient toy...

[Wishful thinking, but he says it anyway. And, at least, he's not teasing too much. Maybe if they weren't in the bath, settled on the edge and the hard floor of the tub... or maybe not, because teasing sort of implies a deeper relationship than they have, at least on Zhongli's side.

So, he's trying to learn from mistakes or at least bring Childe to completion fairly quickly. And, if he's honest, it's not an unpleasant act, aching knees aside.]

[ One would think, and it's probably more a guarantee now, honestly, since he's suffered the bodily effects of that transformation. But it would probably depend on if Zhongli pouted in that cute little way of his, or if he flushed especially prettily when Childe decided to take him into his mouth again. With as excited as the Harbinger usually got most nights it was a wonder they got any sleep.

The mention of "toy" has Childe's cock twitching in the foreigner's mouth again, and he's rewarded with yet another dribble of pre-cum smearing slick over his tongue. Oh, he likes that, either hearing Zhongli describe himself as such or maybe just the thought of bringing toys in the bedroom, it's not certain. But he likes that a lot.

Biting at his lip, Childe tests the little motions of his hips, trying to see if Zhongli would be able to tell the difference between intentional rocking and the little bucks he can't help but to make, body instinctively seeking out the warm, wet heat threatening to envelop him. ]

You can use your teeth a little... [ He breathes, wondering if Zhongli will indulge him. It's not quite a command but not quite a request, either. ]

[Zhongli doubts he'll ever really understand Childe's thoughts. Whether he thinks of the foreigner as a toy or intends to introduce them, he can't say, and it doesn't matter.

As to the movements? Zhongli looks up at the harbinger pointedly when he shifts just so; there's a limit to how much he can tell is intentional, but he's definitely able to tell most of it.]

Weren't you the one who was worried about me biting you?

[It's not the same, but it's certainly the most confidence Zhongli has had without some frustration or boredom. He's also not going to refuse, honestly, partly because he's still being "nice" and partly because he's curious. His teeth are careful, pressing against Childe's cock and then just gently scraping along its length. It's easy to glance up and watch his reactions as he returns to his work.]

[ It really isn't the same when he's asking for it, no, and he has to wonder if Zhongli will outright refuse him instead of bestowing it upon him like a gracious god. If the pretty foreigner deigned not to Childe would accept it - until such time that he got the opportunity to fuck his face again, and then he would indulge himself to his pleasure.

But Zhongli does, and Childe - Childe gives a body-wide shudder at the sharpness of it, his throat working as his eyes squeeze shut.

God, he thinks when he manages to slit his eyes open and watch Zhongli watching him. He really wants to fuck him right now. ]

I want to fuck you. [ He blurts out before he can think too long about it. ] Properly. In the bed. Right now.

[The words themselves aren't a surprise - honestly, he's more surprised Childe hadn't demanded to fuck him properly before now - but it's a little surprising that he says so now.]

Mmn.

[Zhongli gives the little hum of consideration as he pulls his mouth off of the harbinger's cock, letting it slip free with a little pop.

Should he give in to that? Honestly, it's hard to say. Agreeing once doesn't mean he has to every time, and he's not a fool. If he refuses, it will still happen eventually. And if not... he tries not to think too hard on how frustrating it is to have Childe just fuck his entrance, shallow and rough, until he's so close he could scream.]

... alright. This once, I won't fight you on it.

[Running his thumb along his lips to clean off any remaining pre-cum, Zhongli shifts to stand and let the perfumed water roll off of him.]

[ At first, Childe's expression is one of disbelief. Perhaps their little game of powerplay had gone on for too long, that the Harbinger was actively waiting on Zhongli's consent before daring to flip him over and take him for himself. He would undoubtedly look back on this later and move to fix it, but also it was a good show of faith, perhaps, that the foreigner could absolutely bring a horny dog to heel.

The implications behind that notion are not lost on Childe, and if he had the presence of mind to be offended by it than he surely would have.

As it stands, though, he's always thought Zhongli a beautiful vision by himself, and seeing the foreigner rise to a stand with water sliding off his form is enough to make Childe's mouth salivate with want, cock throbbing anew with a fresh wave of arousal.

He has to fight hard with himself not to knock Zhongli over in his enthusiasm, rising to his feet himself and grabbing a towel to quickly dry off before draping that on the ground and pulling on one of the thin, fur-lined robes hanging nearby. He threads his arms through the sleeves before he sees to his pet, holding out a towel for him to walk into so he doesn't go out dripping wet and catch his death. ]

Do you want me to take you on your back, or would you rather ride me?

[Zhongli allows himself to be wrapped in the towel, drying his hair as much as he can. There's a strange sort of... giddy flutter he feels at the prospect of this, and he passes it off as just being needy after getting used to so much sex.

That's not a good excuse, but it's an excuse.

His gaze turns to Childe at the question, considering it with a soft hum. The position makes a lot of difference, after all.]

... I'll ride you, unless you decide you would rather roll me over.

[It would be the best way to make it clear that this is different from usual, probably. Plus, it means he has at least some control over the pace of it.

It's just... a little embarrassing isn't it? Ah well. He's made a decision.]

[ The thought of having the pretty foreigner take his pleasure from Childe's body, using his cock like a living toy is too tempting a prospect to pass up. He nods as soon as the first option leaves Zhongli's lips and finishes drying him off, his touch lingering over the hard planes and built muscles of the other's body. It's an appreciative touch, a desiring look, but surprisingly enough he keeps his hands to himself and makes his way out of the bathroom and to the bedroom.

The room is chilly, enough to make goosebumps rise up along his skin. Despite the Harbinger's wealth it seemed like there was only so much one could do to protect against the natural elements. Mercifully, he's nearly fully dry by the time he reaches the bed and he slides under the blankets with all the practiced ease of one that's done this thousands of times before.

From there he debates over sitting up against the headboard or laying flat on his back. He opts to lay on his back, stretching out, and he lets the robe fall open before turning his head to look at where Zhongli is. ]

There's lubricant in the drawer. Or if you'd prefer my tongue ... [ He says, and has the gall to smirk at the other man before pointing at his own face. ] Feel free to have a seat.

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