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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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[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.

[It's at least worth noting that he's lost none of his muscle since leaving Liyue. Once Zhongli had healed enough, he'd started to set aside a small amount of time to practice and exercise, despite the sometimes exhausting play in his late nights. A routine helped him through to this point, and it will no doubt continue to do so.

And healed up, he's not quite as susceptible to the cold - it still raises goosebumps on his skin, but at least he won't devolve into tremors and shuddering. As Childe settles back, all confidence and gall, Zhongli considers his options again. Honestly, as angry as he is that the harbinger continues to force himself on him, he does enjoy his tongue...]

... you will no doubt enjoy either path.

[Exhaling a beleaguered sigh, the foreigner climbs onto the bed, resting one arm at the side of Childe's head. His hair falls in a brief curtain between them before his whole body shifts, knees taking the place of his hands.

If one didn't know their normal dynamic, one might think this was actually Zhongli's advantage, the way he peers down at the man.]

Come then. Show me again how irresistible I am.

[His back arches a little as he presents himself, one hand resting on the headboard. The other curves delicate fingers around one cheek, pulling the flesh back to expose his entrance and all the sensitive spots around it. His cock is still mostly hard from earlier even, only lending to the illusion of control in this instance.]

[ Zhongli can't see it from how he's positioned, but the way Childe's gaze lights up and then darkens with greedy, possessive intent is telling enough. There is no mistaking who holds the power here; Childe will be more than happy to carve it out with his tongue against Zhongli's insides, to brand him on the inside with heat and warmth while the flavor of him sits like the finest ambrosia over his tastebuds.

Callused fingers slide up to grip at the man's thighs, Childe arching himself up just enough that the other can feel the flicker of his tongue over his hole, teasing, tasting - and then the wet slurp as Childe parts his lips wide and laps at the rim before plunging his wet muscle deep inside of him. His hands squeeze affectionately at the grip on his thighs before sliding up, cupping at his cheeks and parting them to allow the Harbinger room to press forward and up and curl his tongue in insistent lapping motions along his inner walls.

Saliva and spit trickle down his chin as he works, and Childe consumes eagerly, the sounds of wetness and slickness interspersed around the howl of the storm outside. As was common for the nights that he usually spent with his head buried between his foreigner's shaking thighs, Childe ate him out lovingly, attentively, tongue furling and curling and lapping at his rim like he wanted to commit every inch of his body to memory.

The occasional groan he lets out is telling, a mixture of wanton desire and aggravated hunger coloring his voice in lewd tones. He enjoys this very, very much. ]

[At least, Zhongli is prepared for it. He knows what to expect when he presents himself, a pretty picture to be devoured.

Fingers curl around his thighs and he exhales a soft sigh at the teasing, his own hands coming to rest on the headboard.]

Ah-- there-

[It's a gasp as Childe's tongue dives into his hole, digging in deep and twisting against sensitive flesh. The pleasure of it is nothing new, but here, not trying to hide that he's feeling it, certainly is. He's in no rush, the idea of sitting himself down on his captor's cock still hard to swallow, easy to push off.

One hand slides down to brush through the harbinger's hair, stroking through it encouragingly as he bites his lip. As it stands, his cock feels almost painfully hard, and it makes it all the more easy to accept what he's planning on doing. It doesn't change him, he reminds himself. This is just... accumulated need and the fact that Childe deserves a little sympathy. Something like that.]

[ Zhongli's rising groans is music to his ears; he'd wrung enough pretty noises out of him over these past few weeks, but somehow, having the man sit on his face and instruct him was a lot more erotic than he'd expected it to be. He makes a mental note not to let this be a one-time thing if he can help it.

His fingers span the generous flesh of his ass, cupping and kneading - something he's taken to doing quite a lot lately, leaving no room for question as to how much the Harbinger enjoyed Zhongli's ass - ensuring he remains spread open enough for him to devour with his tongue. Hands in his hair compel him to move more aggressively, the hungry thrusts of his tongue taking on a feverish pace as he works to fuck Zhongli open around the thickest part of the wet muscle.

Occasionally he'll pull away just to tease the rim with little flicks and circling pressure, but ultimately he returns to the source of heat and warmth and pressure, tonguing the other's rim with a pleased, wrecked groan. His cock throbs and pulses insistently at being denied release, a bead of pre-cum rolling down from the head and trailing wetly down the length of his shaft.

He could absolutely spend the rest of his days with his head buried between Zhongli's legs, but he imagines that isn't good for his Harbinger duties. ]

[He almost risks losing control of the situation altogether. Letting Childe open him up was a wonderful mistake, and as his breath gets more ragged, hips rocking into the probing twist of his tongue, he struggles to remember what he's here to do.

Well, what he's agreed to do, really. In any case, he has to push at Childe's forehead before he forgets, inhaling a sharp breath.]

That's-- that's enough.

[Lord. It just brings to mind the many, many nights now where he's been laid out, the harbinger's cock teasing his entrance until he's fit to burst. And now... now, he'll actually get to feel it all. The idea is terrifying and exciting, and he bites Zhongli lip as he moves to push himself back up.

His immediate reaction after that is nearly to sink back down and let - make? No, let - Childe make him cum with just his tongue. Ignoring that, he inhales and exhales slow breaths, moving to position himself over his captor's cock and gripping it with one hand to position its slick head against his entrance. It won't be as hard as he might expect, he knows - Childe has stretched him far too many times to think his body isn't getting used to it, and the foreigner tries not to think of what that means.]

[ With a stiff grunt Childe falls back, lips glistening wetly in the aftermath. Lips press to the swell of a cheek before Zhongli can get too far away, and once the brunet has shifted down to reposition himself over the Harbinger’s hungry cock he readjusts his hands so they’re resting on the the foreigner’s hips instead.

Chide watches, breath held, as elegant fingers frame the shaft below, committing the image to memory. It looks almost like something out of an erotic picture. Something that should be immortalized in canvas with vibrant stokes of brush and paints. He thinks he knows an artist in the next village over who frequently did work for the Tsaritsa. Perhaps he could be persuaded with mora …

Ignoring the way his dick twitches in Zhongli’s hand, Childe turns his attention to the man above him. The way the other’s cheeks are still flushed with pleasure prompts heat to unfurl in his stomach, and his lips part for one breathless moment as though he wants to say something.

He’s never been stingy with his compliments. Zhongli knows how enamored he was with him, or if he didn’t he probably had an idea. But now, for whatever reason, Childe couldn’t think of a single thing to say to fill the moment.

He wants this. He wants this bad.

His fingers tighten over the foreigner’s hips and he draws in a shaky inhale, and only then does a single word fall from his lips. ]

Please…

[It only really, truly sinks in how obsessed with him Childe is when that word falls from his lips. That is, he'd been aware that he struggled to keep his hands to himself, that he planned on having Zhongli every way he could, but...

It makes something twist in his gut to hear him pleading like that. Given his circumstance, he shouldn't get used to feeling like he has any kind of advantage, but here they are.]

... are you afraid I'll change my mind?

[It's asked softly, with hands curled tight on his hips. If the harbinger wanted, he could pull his prize down and take him however he wanted. But... he doesn't, and that... well, it matters. It matters more than most things.

One hand shifts to rest on Childe's muscled, warm stomach, and he inhales a slow breath as he sinks down. The first inch or so is easy enough after all this time; the head of Childe's cock stretches him like an attentive lover, and the foreigner can't hold back the soft sigh as he feels it.

Then, he's lowering down more, and the stretching just one very skilled tongue can manage is rapidly tested. He feels huge, bigger somehow with every inch Zhongli buries inside himself, and the groan that escapes his parted lips is practically wrecked. Still gripped firmly in hand, his hips tremble as pressure mounts, and he rises up only to sink down and ease in another inch at a time.

Fuck. Fuck... he feels so nice. It's as different as he expected, enjoying the feeling of being stretched at his own urging.]

... big...

[It's an absent mumble, wrapped in a moan as he reaches the halfway point in Childe's cock. Having his entrance teased was nothing compared to this.]

[ Something affectionate and hot swells in Childe's chest at every little shift and nuance of Zhongli's expression, the Harbinger utterly, completely captivated by the sight above him. The foreigner's damp brown strands frame his face like a lover's touch, and Childe longs with want to sweep them away, to cup his face and whisper encouragements over how well he's sinking onto him.

Because he is big, and that was partly why he had held off on fucking into Zhongli like he'd wanted to before he was fully healed up. That and also possibly the realization that once he'd fully taken him, he'd never want to leave his bed ever again. Obsession was a scary thing.

It takes every single fiber of his being not to just thrust up into that yielding heat, not to spread the other's walls wide around the girth of his cock and imprint himself on his insides to feel for days after they're done here. His entire body trembles with the strain and the little bucks and shifts of his hips are things he could hardly be blamed for.

When Zhongli gets to the halfway point Childe lets his head fall back, throat bared as he groans long and steady, the sound vibrant and twisted into a Snezhnayan curse that's hissed into the silence of the room. Every inch Zhongli swallows into his body is another inch off his life. His fingers grip and squeeze and knead, doing everything except pull him down like he wants to and some distant part of his mind that isn't currently drowning in heat is hoping that Zhongli notices how well he's behaving.

It's different than just fucking his rim. It's different than opening him up with his tongue, spreading slickness and heat over Zhongli's insides. It feels like he's claiming him, like they're claiming each other, and it's that thought that makes his cock twitch in intense throbs against the brunet's inner walls, a fresh bead of pre-cum squeezed out at the tightness of him and smearing into his body like a mark of possession. ]

Fuuuuuuck... you feel -- you feel so fucking good...

[ His voice strains on every word. He's already coming undone, and he's not even all the way in yet. Fingers knead encouragingly on his hips and he almost bucks up, almost sinks himself balls deep the rest of the way in but he thinks better of it.

But gods, is it hard. ]

Keep going - I want to see myself inside you... [ His fingers shift from gripping to gently framing, and his thumb brushes over Zhongli's stomach, just at his navel. ] I'm gonna go right here, Zolotse...

[It feels like hours, just easing himself down an inch at a time. Zhongli finds it almost enough to drive him crazy fingers curled against Childe's stomach.

How much more is there, he wonders. He must be halfway or more... and as a result, he's quite aware of the effort the man must be making. Knowing what he asked for, it can't be easy to just keep touching and not pushing toward that end.]

I-- ah.

[Another inch or two sinks in, his body almost enthusiastic in accepting it, and his head tilted forward to watch hands move over his stomach, framing and brushing over his skin.]

That-- that isn't how it works, is it?

[Little does he know that's exactly how it works, and just another inch or so is all he'll need before he can feel the tip of his captor's cock against his skin.

It's enough to deepen the tinge of his cheeks, and the foreigner bites his lip as he continues. Another good thrust and--]

Nnnhh--!!

[It's almost sudden, the instant his hips press into Childe's, cock throbbing between them as the harbinger's bulges his belly just so.

He's going to lose his mind like this, he's sure of it. How is he supposed to keep enough sense to move when he feels so fucking full?]

I- I... fuck... it's so hot...

[He feels like it might burn him if he's not careful, pre-cum slicking his insides as he makes little, experimental movements that are enough to make his whole body tremble.

It wasn't supposed to feel this good, he thinks. Would it have, if Childe had just sunk balls-deep into him? He doesn't know, but right now, his fingers grip at the harbinger's shoulders, trying to work himself up to rising off that length.]

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