[ The bathroom is small enough that even with the shower running at full blast over both of their writhing, bucking bodies, he can very clearly hear and feel Zhongli's voice in the throes of pleasure. Even with all the partners Childe had taken over the years - some for work, some for sheer boredom - they paled in comparison to the man under him since he didn't think any of them had clawed their way into his mind and rooted themselves there as well as Zhongli had.
Perhaps it was a by-product of the drugs he had been slipped, maybe it was because Zhongli was just that attractive, or perhaps it was the situation as a whole, when he stopped to consider it. Fucking the brother of Rex Lapis until he couldn't walk seemed like the best kind of revenge, nevermind the personal benefits he would reap because of it.
In truth, though, he imagined it was just because Zhongli felt that good wrapped around his dick. Their bodies fit together as though made for each other, like out of everyone he could have bedded in Liyue Zhongli was the one he was meant to find. It's an intoxicating, dangerous thought, the sort that breeds addiction and co-dependence if he's not careful, but it's a notion that's quickly shoved out of his head when the angle of his thrusts change and Zhongli lets out a particularly wanton, wet moan that's like a direct line to his cock.
He's digging his fingers into the other man's waist before he can talk himself out of it, pulling him back a little until Zhongli's hips cant backward beautifully. It angles him into a tempting arch that Childe can't resist - as if he'd ever be able to resist the man again after this, once they were all said and done - and he wastes no time in finding any unmarked patch of skin and littering it with bites and hickeys, jolted by the sudden frenzy of hungry, punishing thrusts he leverages into the man's body at this angle.
The entirety of his cock plunges into him again and again, prying Zhongli's body open for him, given with such demanding force it's as much a punishment as it is a boon. Every inch, vein and ridge drag along the man's sensitive walls, grinding friction and heat and fullness into his body hard enough to ensure the echoes of their coupling will last between rounds. His hands are white knuckled, digging hard enough into the skin of the other man's waist to leave bruises for them both to admire later when they inevitably lay together in the aftermath.
Zhongli is close, he knows; he can feel it in the way he tightens and spasms around him and how tension seems to crawl up his body with the impending orgasm. Childe himself isn't far behind, but it's a testament to how enamored he is with his current partner that he holds himself at the precipice, wanting to feel him unravel around him first before he indulges in any kind of pleasure. His cock leaks pre-cum liberally from the tip, twitching and throbbing and gods, he hopes he can't kill Rex Lapis any time soon because there is nothing in the world that could compare to fucking Zhongli like he deserves every single night.
This thought is at the forefront of his mind as Childe works himself up into a feverish rhythm, shifting his grip on Zhongli's hips just enough to adjust the angle, tilting his own hips by degrees until he has a good approximation of the reach of his plunges, and he hones in on ruthlessly hammering the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of the other man to push him that last bit to get him to tip over the edge into orgasm. Childe moves with purpose, with intensity, his aim in doing so very clear: he wants to force him to cum. ]
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Perhaps it was a by-product of the drugs he had been slipped, maybe it was because Zhongli was just that attractive, or perhaps it was the situation as a whole, when he stopped to consider it. Fucking the brother of Rex Lapis until he couldn't walk seemed like the best kind of revenge, nevermind the personal benefits he would reap because of it.
In truth, though, he imagined it was just because Zhongli felt that good wrapped around his dick. Their bodies fit together as though made for each other, like out of everyone he could have bedded in Liyue Zhongli was the one he was meant to find. It's an intoxicating, dangerous thought, the sort that breeds addiction and co-dependence if he's not careful, but it's a notion that's quickly shoved out of his head when the angle of his thrusts change and Zhongli lets out a particularly wanton, wet moan that's like a direct line to his cock.
He's digging his fingers into the other man's waist before he can talk himself out of it, pulling him back a little until Zhongli's hips cant backward beautifully. It angles him into a tempting arch that Childe can't resist - as if he'd ever be able to resist the man again after this, once they were all said and done - and he wastes no time in finding any unmarked patch of skin and littering it with bites and hickeys, jolted by the sudden frenzy of hungry, punishing thrusts he leverages into the man's body at this angle.
The entirety of his cock plunges into him again and again, prying Zhongli's body open for him, given with such demanding force it's as much a punishment as it is a boon. Every inch, vein and ridge drag along the man's sensitive walls, grinding friction and heat and fullness into his body hard enough to ensure the echoes of their coupling will last between rounds. His hands are white knuckled, digging hard enough into the skin of the other man's waist to leave bruises for them both to admire later when they inevitably lay together in the aftermath.
Zhongli is close, he knows; he can feel it in the way he tightens and spasms around him and how tension seems to crawl up his body with the impending orgasm. Childe himself isn't far behind, but it's a testament to how enamored he is with his current partner that he holds himself at the precipice, wanting to feel him unravel around him first before he indulges in any kind of pleasure. His cock leaks pre-cum liberally from the tip, twitching and throbbing and gods, he hopes he can't kill Rex Lapis any time soon because there is nothing in the world that could compare to fucking Zhongli like he deserves every single night.
This thought is at the forefront of his mind as Childe works himself up into a feverish rhythm, shifting his grip on Zhongli's hips just enough to adjust the angle, tilting his own hips by degrees until he has a good approximation of the reach of his plunges, and he hones in on ruthlessly hammering the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside of the other man to push him that last bit to get him to tip over the edge into orgasm. Childe moves with purpose, with intensity, his aim in doing so very clear: he wants to force him to cum. ]