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>> 010 | oh, worm
[ It's been a few days since he'd arrived in Liyue proper and the jet lag was only now just starting to wear off. A few days and he'd managed to become familiar enough with the terrain to be able to map out any viable escape routes, discover that he does not have much of a spice tolerance and that also, the man known as "Rex Lapis" was much more of a common face in the streets than he'd imagined him to be.
At first he'd thought he might have been mistaken, that the intel he'd received was wrong in some way. With nothing but a brief description (height, weight, hair color, eye color - and really, couldn't they have come up with a better term than "cor lapis gold"?) and a semi-blurry photograph taken from the side, Childe imagined he would have to scour Liyue for at least a good week or two before he found his target. The people of this fair city didn't seem to want to deviate from their traditional norms and they all seemed to dress the same way, too, making it hard to pick any one apart in a sea of browns and blacks and golds with the occasional vibrant but respectful color thrown into the mix.
Finding "Rex Lapis" would be a chore in itself, never mind going along with the Tsaritsa-sanctioned mission he had been assigned to kill the man. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't see Snezhnayan shores for a month or two. The harbor city wasn't exactly small, after all, and from what he could see of the photograph the man looked like every other Liyuen walking about.
Imagine his surprise when said man was spotted immediately, perusing the market at his leisure and appraising each individual valuable when it was showcased to him by a hungry-looking merchant. Childe didn't have much of an eye for antiques so they all looked the same to him; nondescript and useless, no real worth in them aside from what they could be melted into. Rex Lapis seemed to have taken fault with literally every item shown to him for over an hour, and in the end had left the stall empty-handed with a fuming, exasperated worker glaring after him.
The man's schedule was easy enough to pick apart after that. Childe had spent the entirety of the first day tailing him and working out his walking path, following him at a leisurely distance and acting every bit like an enamored tourist so taken with Liyue's sights and sounds that lingering in any one place didn't seem too out of the ordinary. Rex would go from one building to another, hitting up all the merchant stalls in-between, always alone, never once breaking his poised, methodical stride. The fact that no one else seemed to be wary or suspicious of him - which, shouldn't they be, given he was effectively the ruling head of his "family"? - Childe was starting to wonder if maybe his intel had been incorrect.
By the third day he'd set up something of a base of operations in one of the buildings that he'd seen Rex meander in and out of. It was a modestly large hotel, boasting the sort of Liyuen-style decoration that a connoisseur of the East would lose themselves in. The architecture and paintings within were distinctly in the same style as the rest of the city, immortalizing Liyue's cultural arts with every brush stroke, ever swath of paint. The people at the lobby were certainly cordial enough and, despite the backwater-country vibes the interior gave off, it was clear they were relatively up to date and rather technologically savvy, the staff able to reserve him a room for a few weeks in a matter of moments after a few swipes on their touchpads.
It might have seemed foolish to book a room in the same building that he planned to trail and potentially murder Rex Lapis in, but Childe had confidence in spades. He knew the best ways to escape the country and, barring that, it wasn't as though there weren't Fatui already infiltrating the city. The element of danger was what made it most exciting, after all.
A few days turned into a little under a week, and then a little over a week, and eventually the time came for Childe to make his move. As much as he had no issues with killing an innocent man, if word that he did got to Rex Lapis himself it wouldn't make finding him any easier. He was pretty sure the man he'd been tailing had to have been him. He looked like the one in the photograph, after all... but then, also, he wasn't entirely sure. He certainly didn't look like the mean-mugging head of a mafia family.
So Childe decides that it would be best to give him a little test of sorts.
It's around seven at night, when the lights of the city have started to flicker to light. The people on the streets are making their way home after a long day's work, threading around each other and making idle chatter in the form of greetings and farewells. Nothing more than that, since everyone has somewhere they need to be.
Childe's target is among them, his height and distinct strides making him stick out like a sore thumb. The man navigates through the crowds easily, smoothly, and were Childe not as good as he was at general reconnaissance work - thanks to his training when he was a grunt in the Fatui - he probably would have lost him minutes ago. Admittedly, there is something about this man that just screams of a higher plane of existence, he thinks, but it's not something he can actually place his finger on.
His chance to strike comes when the man takes a sudden turn into a darkened alley - a usual for him, Childe had learned, but only on certain days. He waits a few moments outside the entrance before stepping in after him, and their footsteps echo hollowly on the high walls around them as the other continues to walk, purposefully, like he hadn't just heard Childe coming in after him.
Yeah, there was no way this was Rex Lapis. Childe reasons this to himself even as he's pulling his Tokarev out from its holster at his side. He fits the silencer into the weapon with a click that seems to ring throughout the area, and he's quick to lift it up and point it at the man in front of him once they've reached a far enough distance from the streets. ]
You're a brave man, you know.
[ He's taken care to dress casually, forgoing his usual suit and vest in favor of slim-fitting jeans and a hoodie. To anyone else he would probably look like a kid attempting a robbery; to Rex, he's not quite sure. Even Childe knows from his reputation among the lower recruits that he's something of a sight on the battlefield. There's particular rumors swirling about his eyes and their hue directly correlating to all the murders he's committed.
Childe's arm never wavers, and his gaze fixates on the man's back as he speaks again, a little louder. ]
Empty your pockets.
At first he'd thought he might have been mistaken, that the intel he'd received was wrong in some way. With nothing but a brief description (height, weight, hair color, eye color - and really, couldn't they have come up with a better term than "cor lapis gold"?) and a semi-blurry photograph taken from the side, Childe imagined he would have to scour Liyue for at least a good week or two before he found his target. The people of this fair city didn't seem to want to deviate from their traditional norms and they all seemed to dress the same way, too, making it hard to pick any one apart in a sea of browns and blacks and golds with the occasional vibrant but respectful color thrown into the mix.
Finding "Rex Lapis" would be a chore in itself, never mind going along with the Tsaritsa-sanctioned mission he had been assigned to kill the man. He wouldn't be surprised if he didn't see Snezhnayan shores for a month or two. The harbor city wasn't exactly small, after all, and from what he could see of the photograph the man looked like every other Liyuen walking about.
Imagine his surprise when said man was spotted immediately, perusing the market at his leisure and appraising each individual valuable when it was showcased to him by a hungry-looking merchant. Childe didn't have much of an eye for antiques so they all looked the same to him; nondescript and useless, no real worth in them aside from what they could be melted into. Rex Lapis seemed to have taken fault with literally every item shown to him for over an hour, and in the end had left the stall empty-handed with a fuming, exasperated worker glaring after him.
The man's schedule was easy enough to pick apart after that. Childe had spent the entirety of the first day tailing him and working out his walking path, following him at a leisurely distance and acting every bit like an enamored tourist so taken with Liyue's sights and sounds that lingering in any one place didn't seem too out of the ordinary. Rex would go from one building to another, hitting up all the merchant stalls in-between, always alone, never once breaking his poised, methodical stride. The fact that no one else seemed to be wary or suspicious of him - which, shouldn't they be, given he was effectively the ruling head of his "family"? - Childe was starting to wonder if maybe his intel had been incorrect.
By the third day he'd set up something of a base of operations in one of the buildings that he'd seen Rex meander in and out of. It was a modestly large hotel, boasting the sort of Liyuen-style decoration that a connoisseur of the East would lose themselves in. The architecture and paintings within were distinctly in the same style as the rest of the city, immortalizing Liyue's cultural arts with every brush stroke, ever swath of paint. The people at the lobby were certainly cordial enough and, despite the backwater-country vibes the interior gave off, it was clear they were relatively up to date and rather technologically savvy, the staff able to reserve him a room for a few weeks in a matter of moments after a few swipes on their touchpads.
It might have seemed foolish to book a room in the same building that he planned to trail and potentially murder Rex Lapis in, but Childe had confidence in spades. He knew the best ways to escape the country and, barring that, it wasn't as though there weren't Fatui already infiltrating the city. The element of danger was what made it most exciting, after all.
A few days turned into a little under a week, and then a little over a week, and eventually the time came for Childe to make his move. As much as he had no issues with killing an innocent man, if word that he did got to Rex Lapis himself it wouldn't make finding him any easier. He was pretty sure the man he'd been tailing had to have been him. He looked like the one in the photograph, after all... but then, also, he wasn't entirely sure. He certainly didn't look like the mean-mugging head of a mafia family.
So Childe decides that it would be best to give him a little test of sorts.
It's around seven at night, when the lights of the city have started to flicker to light. The people on the streets are making their way home after a long day's work, threading around each other and making idle chatter in the form of greetings and farewells. Nothing more than that, since everyone has somewhere they need to be.
Childe's target is among them, his height and distinct strides making him stick out like a sore thumb. The man navigates through the crowds easily, smoothly, and were Childe not as good as he was at general reconnaissance work - thanks to his training when he was a grunt in the Fatui - he probably would have lost him minutes ago. Admittedly, there is something about this man that just screams of a higher plane of existence, he thinks, but it's not something he can actually place his finger on.
His chance to strike comes when the man takes a sudden turn into a darkened alley - a usual for him, Childe had learned, but only on certain days. He waits a few moments outside the entrance before stepping in after him, and their footsteps echo hollowly on the high walls around them as the other continues to walk, purposefully, like he hadn't just heard Childe coming in after him.
Yeah, there was no way this was Rex Lapis. Childe reasons this to himself even as he's pulling his Tokarev out from its holster at his side. He fits the silencer into the weapon with a click that seems to ring throughout the area, and he's quick to lift it up and point it at the man in front of him once they've reached a far enough distance from the streets. ]
You're a brave man, you know.
[ He's taken care to dress casually, forgoing his usual suit and vest in favor of slim-fitting jeans and a hoodie. To anyone else he would probably look like a kid attempting a robbery; to Rex, he's not quite sure. Even Childe knows from his reputation among the lower recruits that he's something of a sight on the battlefield. There's particular rumors swirling about his eyes and their hue directly correlating to all the murders he's committed.
Childe's arm never wavers, and his gaze fixates on the man's back as he speaks again, a little louder. ]
Empty your pockets.
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That's impossible, though, because screaming would require focus that he is suddenly lacking as those hands aren't the only thing clouding his mind. The kiss is so inticing on its own, but feeling the press of Childe's tongue and then it slipping into his mouth as he allows it is intoxicating in a way he can't quite parse. The lack of understanding it doesn't stop him, however, from feeling weak in the knees, and while he attempts to keep his own head above water in terms of his actions, he presses himself up against Childe, it mattering very little if the other has managed to remove the clothing barrier with how the weight of the water leaves nothing to the imagination as he rolls his hips up against the other.
The friction is addicting in how it sparks such pleasure and while he has let Childe take lead this far, the Harbinger will notice that Zhongli is almost impatient to take over the pace when one hand finally sinks into matted hair to grip and yank his head back roughly to break their kiss but only so he may go to run teeth and tongue along the other's throat.
If Childe wants control, he'll have to exert some force. There will be no easy conquests in that sense.
Zhongli's other hand now runs along the length of the other's body, descending until reaching the waist of his jeans where he proceeds to locate the button and unfasten it to then sink his fingers between the slicked fabric of his undergarments and skin. They press in further, ultimately forcing the zipper down as he reaches to brush fingers along Childe's currently restricted cock with an innocent sense of curiosity, but they both know it's anything but. ]
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He can't really consider it a missed opportunity now, considering what he was going to do to him in a few minutes.
Or... he would have, if Zhongli hadn't suddenly gone feral and yanked his head back, the sharp press of teeth and the wet swipe of tongue making itself known on his throat with such intensity his hands stutter where they're working to divest Zhongli of his pants. The noise he makes - a low, aching groan of want that vibrates in the air and in his chest - echoes even around the spray of the water all around them, and it doesn't take much to coax him to shove at the man in front of him, twisting his body so he can try and shove him up against the wall.
Zhongli's hand in his pants is met with a resounding growl of challenge, and while he's grateful for the loosening of his jeans it's not nearly enough to make him want to let Zhongli take the lead. He returns the favor by tipping his head and sinking his teeth into the other's neck with intent to mark, to bruise, one leg sliding between the other's own to part them while hands slide under his shirt and claw at his stomach and torso before he starts peeling the wet fabric off of him. ]
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For all his dislike of relinquishing control, he can't help the hiss of pleasure that escapes his lips as teeth bruise flesh and the almost dizzying sensation that flushes through him with that leg suddenly forcing its way between his own (ah... okay, it's good, good enough he wants to feel more of it), but he's stubborn enough to meet that challenging growl with a low, defiant chuckle and work to reach further to be able to fully grasp the other's cock in his hand and remove it from its confines since he can't from this angle easily peel at his jeans. This will do for now, although Zhongli takes care to caress the other's hardening cock with even, firm strokes before finally pulling his hand back to bite at one fingertip of his glove to work to slide it off. If he's going to keep touching Childe, well... he wants no more obstructions.
Either way, they're not done contesting for who's in control, here, not by a long shot. ]
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Dissatisfied with the rate he’s divesting the other man of his clothes, he takes a firm hold of his collar with both hands and rips as Zhongli pulls his gloves off. The fact that he’s able to tear through wet fabric is certainly impressive, but probably not enough to soothe the inevitable ire from Zhongli for destroying his shirt in the process, but that’s fine. ]
I’ll get you a new one. [ Is all he says before he’s crushing his mouth back against Zhongli’s own, hands going to skin hips to hold him still as Childe ruts against him. It doesn’t take much coaxing before he’s sliding a hand down behind him to squeeze and knead at his ass, palming roughly at the swell of his backside before clumsy fingers grope for the hem of his pants and quickly slide beneath it. ]
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That, and he would never admit it, but that display might have been arousing to a degree further than it should have been.
Still, it feels almost necessary to protest except he can't because the other is already drowning him with that mouth of his again and he decides that for the moment he can leave the other's dick alone with him already moving against him. Maybe it's the humidity and the heat mixing with their own, but the dizziness starting to cloud his mind... perhaps not, perhaps it's merely lust teetering his senses in a way he's never experienced before. Either way, it has him panting and reacting to those touches positively, albeit his vocal approvals are now more reluctant as he actively holds them back as he's not going to give the Harbinger that much satisfaction from some foreplay that doesn't even have one of them naked yet.
He wonders if he's enjoying Childe's taste too much, too, if he's getting a little bit lost in this mouth-to-mouth: this time it really feels like the other could devour him. It keeps Zhongli distracted (or unable to focus well enough) from being able to properly retaliate in some manner, which means the only thing left to do is wrap his arms back around the other's neck and drag him closer, as if that's still possible. He's also going to actively work to shove his tongue in the other's mouth rather than the other way around through this kiss.
Childe simply can't be allowed to have control over everything as much as he seems to desire to. ]
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He’s managed to get his hand far down his pants enough he can push past the layers of wet fabric to press the pad of his finger teasingly against his entrance; not enough to penetrate, especially from this angle, but certainly enough that Zhongli won’t have any misconceptions about how this will end.
His other hand, out of both impatience and for want to feel every bare inch of skin pressed against himself, scrambles clumsily with the fastenings on the front of the other’s pants before he finally gets them undone, then starts roughly trying to peel him out of those too with quick, jerking motions.
He has to break away from the kiss for a few moments when the need to breathe makes itself known, but he doesn’t go far and drops his head to nibble and nip all along the delectable column of Zhongli’s throat - before he latches his mouth to an unmarred patch of skin to start sucking a gigantic hickey into his flesh. ]
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And why... does a human's mouth taste so incredible, like a divine nectar he's never once had the pleasure of indulging in? One that he never wants to share with another ever—
It's good that Childe breaks the kiss off when he does, Zhongli's mind clawing up for air from the depths it's been dragged down. While he has subconsciously been working with the other to get his bottoms removed, by now, at least, he realizes that he can step out of them with a bit of a kicking motion even as it crosses his mind why he should not do exactly th—
Fucking Childe, though, isn't giving him enough time to stop much of anything and, instead of attempting a suggestion of that they perhaps don't do anything rash— he's attempting to cover up a rather pleased sigh as a slightly disgruntled one (and it's not working very well). ]
—Someone ... is going to see... that... [ His words are hissed through his pants and some gasps let loose along the way; AKA please have some decency to make such ugly bruises not right on his throat, please! Zhongli knows he should care more, enough to force Childe to stop if he won't do so on his own, but his body isn't cooperating, and instead, the only thing it does is cling to the younger man all the more.
And maybe, now, it's time to admit that his mind isn't cooperating so very much anymore, either (...that is, if it ever was to begin with.) ]
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It’s all for the sake of his mission, he tells himself. If he maybe enjoys himself a little too much in the process of railing this very attractive stranger, so be it.
Childe pulls away once he’s sucked an alarmingly sized bruise into the other’s neck to admire his work, lifting his head up to regard Zhongli with a grin that’s definitely not sorry at all. If anything, he looks proud to have left his mark on the man - proud and a little smug and a little fond, all wrapped up in the darkness of his eyes. Maybe he’ll beg for forgiveness later. Maybe.
But maybe the way he noses at him and then kisses at his cheek, his jaw, his ear - taking a moment to nip at the shell of it - could be seen as apology enough. ]
If they didn’t already know what you were up to when you’re limping for a week after I fuck you, then I wouldn’t worry much.
[ And then his grip is back on Zhongli’s now bare hips, gently coaxing him to turn and face the wall. There’s no mistaking how this is going to end between them - the only question now is how badly Zhongli wants it. ]
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It's that point where he definitely needs to say no, but a big part of him is of course yes and now there's a sliver of a third part of from the no part saying ok just once, for the experience. Nothing like saying you've been shot and fucked by the same person in twenty-four hours, in that order, too.
Not that he is ever talking about this with anyone.
He does turn around as coaxed, realizing he isn't sure what to expect from this at all and decides it's just as well. All he needs to focus on is that this Harbinger needs to complete his mission to be welcomed back to his country and he's going to do it any way he can and by manipulating anyone he can. It's not a problem if Zhongli knows exactly what's going on upfront, and the consequences all apply to himself, anyway. ]
A week... [ he snorts. ] ... such a lofty goal.
[ AKA, bullshit you can rail him that hard, but, hey... he'll give you whatever the fuck you want if you actually can. ]
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They're close enough in height that he can easily fit himself against the other man, nosing and kissing at his un-hickeyed neck as his hands continue their exploration. He skims them over Zhongli's sides, marveling at his small waist, then slide over the dip in his spine before pausing at the swell of his backside.
A pause. He lifts his head, peers down at what his hand is resting on. That's... probably the best-looking ass he's seen in Liyue yet. ]
... you're kinda caked up back here, huh.
[ Childe's knee makes a reappearance, gently slotting between Zhongli's legs to nudge them a little further apart. He makes no attempt at hiding his admiration as he palms roughly over his bottom, sliding down to gently grope at his thighs as he begins to trail a series of light, warm kisses along Zhongli's neck to his spine, then the middle of his back before slowly working his way down. His fingers follow the same path before they slip down to part Zhongli's legs just a little more, then lift up to knead his hips as Childe gently goes to his knees behind him.
It's pretty evident what he's all about when there's fingers gently spreading him open, and then a warm, wet tongue swipes over his exposed entrance without warning. ]
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Alas, Zhongli presses his forehead against the cool tile when Childe moves his attention then and speaks, fingers curling slightly against the wall as if he might be able to cling to something for some leverage.
As for Childe's appreciation of his rear assets, he almost sighs in relief for this type of thing interrupting that hypnotic few moments that were occuring second ago. Not that if Childe said his assessment aloud it would be met with anything but skepticism (exactly how many asses has he been able to appraise in such a short time since arriving, anyway?)
Zhongli certainly isn't familiar with this phrasing, but it's also not hard to take a hint, even when normally he would be rather oblivious. They're a little too far into this.
...There they are again, though: those soft touches that shouldn't be capable from a man such as Tartaglia. Their sensation is even further amplified with the sensitivity of his back with so much skin smoothed out but taut over bone so close beneath it's surface.
It's not that he can't fathom what the other is doing as he makes his way down, even as he continuously heeds to the other's touches and coaxing, but nevertheless the sensation surprises him, a slight bit of panic running through him at Childe putting his mouth— his tongue there—a stuttered sound between a gasp and a moan as the conflicting feelings wrestle for dominance. ]
A... hn, that's... you needn't...! [ Zhongli fumbles for words, but it's when he fails to find any that he's reminded this isn't Childe servicing him like some servant out to please their lord— he's doing exactly what he wants however he wants with him.
Shit, though, this feels too much already, how is Zhongli going to actually stand taking the other's dick up his ass if he feels like this with barely anything done to that area? This could be... bad. Not for Childe, but certainly for Zhongli.
And if it all feels forbidden to Childe, well... shouldn't it? While he isn't yet aware of it, he's still the first one to touch him like this in human form, afterall. ]
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The other man is cute, he thinks, even as Childe doubles down on his ministrations, eyes half-lidding at the way Zhongli's voice seems to thrum throughout his entire body. With the way the water continues to rain down upon them he has to be careful at the angle that he tilts his head, mindful of not drowning - because nothing screams sexy like choking on water as you're going down on someone - but he manages it well enough.
Freeing one hand so he can slick back his hair, he keeps the other firmly on Zhongli's hip before moving them both to help spread his legs and have the other man push himself back a bit. Childe has to take his mouth off Zhongli in the process to manage this, and he takes a moment to pepper kisses along his waist, down over the dip in his back before he immediately goes back to what he was doing.
The wet swipe of tongue is brief, but firm, and he spends a few moments just teasing the puckered entrance with delicate swirls and flicks of the wet muscle. Judging from Zhongli's reaction he's either never been taken before - a shame, that; from just this Childe can only imagine his noises are nothing short of divine - or it's been some time. That's fine, he thinks; it's the first time for them, together, but he's definitely not going to let this be a one time thing if he can help it.
After a few minutes of teasing at the other's rim with furls of warmth and idle pressure, Childe points his tongue and then quickly pushes it in, lapping shallowly at the rim of his ass before pulling back enough bite at his cheek - and then immediately unfurl the entire length of his tongue inside as deep as he could go, thrusting and curling it with relish and a muffled groan of pleasure. His hands don't remain idle; they slip down his hip, one cradling his balls gently, the other going around to start jerking him off in tandem with the languid, slow pace of his thrusting tongue. ]
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He doesn't resist being positioned, although he realizes he's feeling somewhat self-conscious more or less displaying his ass out like he does despite what they're already doing. So busy is he with attempting to mentally prepare himself for being penetrated by that tongue that he doesn't even consider Childe might be able to do even more.
The initial teasing is something he doesn't expect to be so ... effective in making him want more. He's never found it to be an effective measure of affecting his desire (in or out of the bedroom), but now is suddenly an exception. The pleasant ache resulting from Childe's actions smoothes over his senses like honey, seeping into and sticking to every inch of his body. The almost lulling feelings make the sudden bite rather pronounced (but in a good way), a soft sound coming from him before it's strangled suddenly feeling the other's tongue penetrate fully. It's such a foreign sensation, but one that is utterly and immediately addicting despite finding himself slightly mortified that that this is happening at all.
Except, that isn't all. It gets better (worse?)— because the other man seems intent to bring him to his knees with what his hands preoccupy themselves with doing. His body involuntarily trembles the slightest bit with that simple touch to his balls while the other has to go coax even more from him in terms of pumping his dick. ]
Mn... [ Stop, he wants to say, it's too much! Except even that control is robbed of him with the dizzying and thought-numbing onslaught of pleasure that has Zhongli's body torn which way to rock into first. Having shifted to leaning on his forearm against the shower wall for support, he can't help but bring a hand to cover his mouth, surprised by his own reactions to all of this. What is this sensation, exactly? These carnal desires, is he truly enjoying it so much that he is letting a human hold such power over him? A human he barely knows, a human that wants him dead?
What is wrong with him?
Those are questions he'll eventually ask himself over and over afterwards, but right now they can't penetrate the thick haze of lust, the wonderful searing bliss that is seeping into his bones as they practically stew in a sea of it with it reaching every inch of him, the aching need for more of this—more of him— consuming his priorities.
(Perhaps he's underestimated her intentions, perhaps she really does wish to see him dead, afterall. This would be her style of love these days without doubt.
Shit.) ]
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Perhaps it would have been better for Zhongli if he'd picked a better bedpartner. Childe wasn't one to shy away from a challenge when it presented himself.
He's adopted something of a rhythm, tilting his head to angle and press the curl of his tongue deeper. He can feel spit and drool running down the length of his chin as he works, hungrily devouring everything Zhongli has to offer as though he were a man starved, as though the mere taste of him has him addicted. He plunges his tongue in and out, laving attention around his rim, pulling out to bite and nip at one of his cheeks until there's a smattering of teeth marks over the previously pale, unmarred flesh.
Too soon he's pulling away, rising to his feet and replacing his tongue with a finger. Like before he presses idly small, concentrated circles around the other's entrance but not inside, letting Zhongli feel the pressure of it before pushing just enough to sink the tip inside. A little press and then he's pulling out to go back to tracing around his rim, and he busies himself with kissing a warm path up the column of his neck before nipping at his shoulder.
It's too soon to tell if Zhongli is a virgin. Childe has been with his fair share, but the man seems to be determined to keep all of his noises to himself thus far. There's nothing wrong with that, of course - but if he expects Childe to go slowly and not to fuck him like an animal in retaliation, then he was in for a surprise.
Another press of his finger in, just an inch or two to let Zhongli feel the breach. He crooks it, stretching him around the intrusion, and instead of pulling out he instead presses it in as deep as he can go in one fluid movement, breathing out a shuddering breath into the other's ear. Some readjusting of his hand - and he immediately grinds the pad of his finger along the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside, seeking out and abusing his prostate without warning, just to see how Zhongli takes it. ]
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By the time Childe's lips are against his neck again, the vertigo from the pleasure being forced on him has Zhongli almost completely ensnared, still attempting to keep his sounds to himself (and there are clearly sounds to be kept, very pleasing ones at that. ) A shiver overtakes him with those hot kisses climbing his throat unable to calm the panting need he feels, the bite at his shoulder only piling on top of the mounting pleasure.
The initial breach isn't that terrible, but his breath does hitch slightly when Childe forces his finger deep inside, thanks in part to the breaking up of Childe's own against his ear. He's liking very much those particular reactions Childe is having to exploring him. It's a truly strange concept to him, caring if his partner is enjoying anything about their coitus, but... so much of this encounter doesn't feel within any norms he's ever had.
It's only once that finger is working against his prostate that another involuntary and more violent shudder surges through his body, and a moan drenched in desperation and pleasure that is clearly foreign to him escapes him. As Childe continues, Zhongli has to uncover his mouth in a reflexive attempt to support himself from the weak feeling in his knees, the sounds spilling out much clearer now even though he still attempts to withhold them (but he can't because they're coming out even just when trying to breathe.) His own voice is incredibly lewd to his ears, and he can't believe... wonders... is now almost sure that he won't be able to handle this man inside of him.
That doesn't mean he doesn't want him there, however, and Zhongli's voice forms broken pleas to the other, humiliated by his own wanton behavior now for a human he barely knows. ]
No, please... ple...ase don't... keep teasing me... not like this... [ He hates begging so pitifully, even if outwardly those pleas are more than likely pleasant sounding and attractive for his sexual partner, but this... he can't deal with this. He swallows hard, trying to withhold his next set of words, but that abuse to his prostate has him defeated soon enough even if it also contributes to a small delay in voicing them because nothing coherent can be formed. ] Take me, Childe... Ah, take me and claim what's yours.
[ And, exactly, what is Childe's? Him and victory, here and now. Zhongli fully concedes to him this challenge as his win.
...And the boy didn't even have to use his cock to do it, godsdamn that woman. ]
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Unfortunately, it makes him want to tease him more. The first finger is quickly joined by a second and they move together in unison, blunt nails scraping along Zhongli's sensitive (perhaps untouched) insides, the pads of his pointer and middle finger pressing mercilessly over his prostate every time he plunges them in. He cups and squeezes the other man's ass with his palm in blatant appreciation for his generous backside, kneading it with relish while he fingerfucks his hole below in an effort to get the other to open up even more for him.
Not one to neglect Zhongli for any pleasure, he also resumes the motions of jerking him off from earlier and it doesn't take long before he falls into something of a steady rhythm. It's a little hard to manage when he insists on pressing up against the other man like he is, but it's fine; it's worth it to make sure that Zhongli has nowhere to go, crushed between a warm body and the cold bathroom tiles and forced to endure his pleasure at the hands of someone who is clearly the enemy.
Even if he has Zhongli for one night - one long, passionate night - that doesn't change his mission. He's still going to kill his brother. The sex is just an added bonus. ]
Don't worry, золотце... [ He slips into his mother tongue without even realizing it, and if Zhongli has any understanding of Snezhnayan he would probably immediately know the origin for such an embarrassing nickname. Childe had been quite taken with his eyes, after all. ]
I intend to. I just need you to -- [ He pulls his hand back, scissoring and stretching them wide, letting Zhongli get used to the feeling of his rim around the intrusion - and then adds in a third finger before he rams all three directly into the other man's prostate. A shudder of breath and he does it again, and again, until the air is filled with the murmur of his voice, his hitch of breath at feeling how tight and hot Zhongli is just around three fingers, and the slickness of skin over flesh as he continues to pump the other man's cock greedily. ]
-- open up for me a little bit more. I don't want to hurt you.
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The nickname is barely registered, in all honesty, as Zhongli finds his focus shattered by then between everything Childe is doing to him, which becomes clear from the way that despite being incredibly tight, his muscles relax relatively quickly, allowing the other to do as he pleases. His fingers seem to fill him up far too much for Zhongli to believe he can take this man's cock, but it still feels strangely... good and while he is overall relaxed there are instances of clamping down on those fingers as they wear him down with their ministrations. By the time there are three fingers, Zhongli is still tight (but relatively speaking he's loosened up a decent amount) but also pliable with the almost complete lack of resistance he puts up, Childe's own sounds filling the air around them along with the Harbinger stretching him has him whimpering in impatience. Zhongli's own pants are gasps for air now, and another shudder flows through him, this time specifically from the hand working at his cock, but it doesn't register as embarrassing anymore so much, and it even gets a needy mewl out of the consultant.
It's really starting to become unbearable now, being unable to have that cock inside of him and stick at this stage, and with eyes half-lidded there's a soft sob that escapes him despite all of it being merely teasing pleasure that could very well be worth dying for. His body is too greedy for it all, though, making him frustrated and helpless, especially sandwiched between the tile and Childe.
Did he hear that right? He doesn't want to hurt him? Well, Zhongli wants Childe to hurt him, at this point, if only so he can remember well through the sex that this is the man that put a bullet through him& mdash; and if he knew he was actually Rex Lapis, would surely put a bullet in him again after this, as well, if not sooner. Being taken with a Harbinger of all people— ] Hurt me, break me, for all I care please just... I want you...!
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Has it really been that long? Or is it just the effect that Zhongli has on him? He can't tell, but he imagines there'll be time enough to figure that out before he has to go to Snezhnaya, even if his mission requires a certain degree of urgency. If it ended up taking longer that was fine, that just meant he could spend some time getting intimate with Rex Lapis' brother. Before he killed Rex Lapis. Yeah, that didn't sound like it would end bad at all.
Perhaps the only comforting thought is that Zhongli knows what kind of business this is so he might be better prepared to handle the loss of his brother? Or... even if he didn't, at least Childe could still be there to help "comfort" him.
He's never claimed to not be a bad guy. Maybe just a little, though.
Childe kisses a path of heat up along Zhongli's neck as he pulls his fingers out - plunging in one last time, roughly, to abuse his prostate - but he continues to jerk off the other man while he gets himself ready. It'll be a little rough going in, he thinks, even with the water pouring down all around them, but it's nothing that Zhongli wouldn't be able to handle. It's not like it was his first time or an--
... Hm. He'd never asked, and Zhongli hadn't volunteered the information. He's been with people enough to sort of be able to tell their degrees of experience, but...
Ah, well. He supposes it's fine. Maybe he'd tell him after all this, or maybe Zhongli didn't want him to know to ruin the moment. Even so - even so, as he takes himself in hand with a few quick pumps to ensure he's fully hard, thumb brushing the sensitive spot just beneath the head - he'll try and be gentle, try and get him used to it.
He tells himself this, but when he leans back, glancing down at Zhongli's backside, he finds the idea harder and harder to consider. The tip of his cock is angled against his loosened hole, pressing gently to get him used to the pressure. Once he's certain he's notched enough he won't slip if he takes his hand away, he moves both hands to Zhongli's hips - giving his cock some much needed relief - and holds him steady, pulling him back at the same time he surges forward, hips rolling, pushing with gradually increasing force ... before the head of his cock finally, finally sinks in.
Childe holds himself there with his fingers digging into bruises on Zhongli's hips because even with all the stretching the man is so impossibly, wonderfully tight, just the rim of his entrance squeezing out another generous dollop of pre-cum that immediately smears translucent against his inner walls. He thinks he might have closed his eyes at some point, breath hissing out of him - only to open them again and rock forward another inch, the motion and delicious friction against his cock tearing a low, gutteral moan out of him that reverberates in the space of the bathroom. ]
Fuck-- you're so tight--
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Or perhaps it's all simply more carnal, like how good it feels being touched by this young man in all sorts of manners, and his by now gasps are practically tearless sobs as he's continuously jerked off, as he's given one last delight of those fingers before they're finally making way for something much better.
Zhongli's anticipation skyrockets feeling the other's cock finally slip in despite how overly full he already feels with just the head of it past his entrance. The moan that escapes his lips at feeling the precum spill to coat some of his insides is only prolonged wantonly as Childe rocks his hips and thrusts to make his way inside. Gods, it feels as if Childe is going to tear him in half, and he doesn't even care. His nerve endings are on the proverbial edge, waiting, waiting so desperately for that cock to make its to that spot Childe has been so good already at abusing again. The pain on his hips from Childe bruising him there in his grip doesn't register as anything else other than more spark to be excited for the coming pleasure because all this pain is going to make the pleasure that much more incredible.
Zhongli can't help attempting to thrust his hips back against the other's dick as he rolls his hips forward, hoping to inch him inside further that much quicker. Regardless of how it feels.
It's his turn to be greedy. ]
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Regardless, that doesn't account for the fact that Zhongli is much too tight to be bucking around like that, and Childe is already in danger of an early finish. Not that it would matter in the long run, since his refractory period was virtually non-existent (which he thinks is partly due to the fact that his time in the Fatui had him ingesting some questionable things, but also because he does have a pretty large family), but he didn't want to hurt Zhongli unnecessarily.
Despite everything, he still liked the guy.
A steady stream of Snezhnayan escapes his lips, muffled against the other's neck when Childe closes his mouth over it. His teeth nip at his pale skin before he sucks a hickey into the meat of his shoulder, hips canting back just enough to pull him out the few inches Zhongli had gained - before he starts rolling his hips in, in, feeling the other's body part to receive him.
It's still unbearably tight. The sucking turns into a groan muffled against the other's skin and he breathes in quick, deep, to try to keep from falling into his baser instincts telling him to just fuck him open like an animal. It's not enough, not nearly enough, and the sudden twitch of his hips feels too good not to fuck in just another inch or two, relishing the friction of that unforgiving tightness around his cock. ]
You're so warm inside... [ Childe hisses out - and fuck it, he's been through hell, he's been nice enough, he deserves a reward. He noses at and against Zhongli's nape and brushes aside the strands of hair sticking to his skin from the water. A murmured apology and then - he's pulling back before suddenly plunging in deep, sinking several more inches all at once with the tip of his dick grinding up against the flat of Zhongli's stomach. There's still more to go, though, and it's with another hiss, a swear in Snezhnayan that he thrusts in the rest of the way, gasping when his hips press flush against the other's backside and his cock is immediately surrounded in tight, suffocating heat. ]
you know your mission
For example, that gentleness at the nape of his neck despite the clear running of pain inside of him, the frustrations mounting at Childe trying to control this win any manner (because he didn't and still doesn't care and he doesn't want Childe to care about whether he rips him open or not ) when Zhongli is practically on the edge of going feral himself. What is—
Ah.
—it's hurts in a way he's not sure he's ever experienced, and while there is a sharp cry of his, his voice dies quickly in the dizzying blinding pain of being plunged to. He's never had anything penetrate him even remotely, nevermind an enemy's (extremely desirable) fat engorged cock pushing in so deep. His eyes are barely unfocused as he squeezes them shut as tears burn them, a hand once again coming to tightly grip firmly over his own mouth as he chokes back the utter discomfort that burns and stretches and pushes at almost blinding levels currently. It's seems Childe isn't finished, though, even though Zhongli isn't sure he can any take any more of his length before another round of mind-numbing pain before it stops. It finally registers the man is inside of him fully.
Unfortunately, he has nothing to compare this fullness and the overall quality of experiencing Childe's dick inside of him to but something registers as good and that this is exactly the right cock to be impaled on.
Now, now, he needs him to go. The sooner the other moves the faster this becomes unimaginable bliss. Zhongli doesn't really seem to care if Childe could fuck in him half at this point, so long as it's delicious friction and a pain that oozes into pleasure it's all incrediblely appetizing just the same. ]
M...move. [ Zhongli's words are more of a plea than a demand, especially with how breathless Zhongli is and full he feels.
Good, he's inside. Now he needs Childe to fuck him properly, completely and utterly destroy him so he never considers such a thing like this again after everything he's about to feel. It's too much of a good thing. Too distracting, too easy to get greedy and utterly addicted to...
(... this individual.) ] ... Ah... please...
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Childe, of course, does not respond in kind quite yet, instead kissing a trail of heat up along the nape of Zhongli's neck before he reaches the top of his spinal cord and suddenly bites down, hard, not unlike a dog mounting its chosen bitch. Both hands squeeze into bruises on the other's hips and waist, kneading at the tender, pale flesh before he grips him hard and holds him steady as he drags his dick out in slow, torturous inches.
Just the friction alone is enough for stars to burst beneath his closed eyelids and he groans, hot and heavy, against the other's skin. A string of Snezhnayan erupts from him in a mindless, praising babble as he abruptly snaps his hips forward and plunges back in, meeting the backs of Zhongli's thighs with a heavy, wet smack before he's pulling out to do it again.
From there it's easy; Childe will eventually rest his chin on Zhongli's shoulder as he hunches over him, panting hot and humid against his ear, low moans and murmurs tumbling forth as he falls into something of a steady rhythm. The push and pull inside the other man becomes easier as he opens up around him but Childe will still keep his pace slow and even to let him open up to the girth of his cock so that he doesn't end up hurting the other unnecessarily.
Zhongli hadn't beaten the shit out of him, after all. Rex Lapis had. But if it took a beating to get back inside Zhongli at the end of the day, then Childe would endure as many as he had to.
Especially when the other man makes such pleasant noises, when his body is swallowing up his cock on every plunge like he can't get enough of him, squeezing and clenching so nicely around him so that Childe ends up grinding his hips against him just to feel the way he stretches the other man out. ]
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It's a tortuous pleasure that makes Zhongli find it hard to breathe, listening to the foreign tongue as if it's the most captivating thing to ever grace his ears. Anything that flows out of Childe's mouth seems to do the same, including simply his breathing. It's only once those teeth have pulled out of him that Zhongli gasps, allowing himself a little more freedom for wanton expression of enjoying the other. How could he not enjoy it, the deep plunging thrusts that slowly make his insides obey and allow the intruder in easier and easier each time? He starts begging and encouraging in his own native tongue, unable to continue focusing enough to keep the speaking of basic a natural priority to be understood.
Still, Childe will easily pick out his name, especially with him using Tartaglia versus his more common nickname.
The slow pace is almost agonizing, but nevertheless he can't ignore that he feels marvel at how easily he can feel every inch of the man's engorged cock scraping along his insides. He's going to have it all memorized before he cums at this rate, and he's beginning to wonder if one time is going to be enough with how much possessive desire is building in his belly for the Harbinger. Zhongli still doesn't understand why this human has ensnared his interest so much, but he can feel with each passing second of him being inside of him that he absolutely cannot live without Childe being his.
( Later, it will he hard not to wonder if this was the Tsaritsa's plan all along, to send him a gift that is loyal only to her, and he will be disturbingly cross over it. ) ]
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Liyuen sounds utterly beautiful on Zhongli's tongue - and he knows it's Liyuen, because even though Childe isn't at all familiar with the language he's heard enough of it in the streets to be able to pick it out - and Childe responds in kind. He switches abruptly back to the common tongue if only so the other can hear how he praises him, how compliments and affections fall freely from his lips against the shell of Zhongli's ear when he presses his mouth to it, his hips moving as though they have a mind of their own. ]
You're so beautiful, Zhongli, so tight, so perfect, just for me -- yeah, keep doing that, you sound so good right now, so hot, so good for me...
[ Each words is kissed against slick skin, Childe laving his tongue up along the side of his neck, drinking the water that pours down all around them. When he establishes that Zhongli has loosened enough to be able to take him, really take him, it's then that he leans back, dragging the other's hips along with him and holding him in place when he ups the pace and begins to piston hungrily in and out of his tight, needy body.
Zhongli scarcely has time to get used to being stuffed up with cock before Childe is pulling out of him, grinding the entirety of his cock against his insides, feeling the way he forces his walls apart to make room to nestle somewhere deep inside of him every time he slams home.
It doesn't matter that Zhongli might not yet be accustomed to taking his girth or his size in this manner; the iron grip Childe has on his hips ensures that he does not escape, does not squirm or wriggle away from him and is instead forced to take every single inch of him as he hammers away at the other man, intent on imprinting the shape and feel of his cock on his insides for him to feel for days afterward, as promised. ]
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His gasps for air are strangled by pretty sounds of approval, of desire for more and more because Childe just feels so damn good he wants to keep going. He wants to stay completely lost in this moment, taking and doing anything and everything he needs to in order to keep getting praises for the other, to keep that cock entering him and marking its territory even if it never stays long enough to let him really feel the pleasure of being overly stuffed with such a great dick that he would have sworn a human would not be able to have. He's never slept with humans (at least, not fucked them for pleasure or while having an actual desire for them, and certainly never let one do this to him), and even though he made the choice to try it this once, he never once imagined it would be even close to this.
Now... however, if every human male had a cock like this, he might just change his mind.
Perhaps that's for the best.
There's no mistake Zhongli wants to act however he needs to in order to make Childe pleased, to keep making Childe feel as good as his words and his actions suggest he is. That's why despite having done his best to keep those sounds muffled and to himself, he fully lets them drip from his mouth for Childe. If Childe wants a symphony, well Zhongli's finally willing to give it to him.
His only regret is that in this position and in his disorientation he can't touch the other in return. It's fine overall, in the sense he at least feels him on his skin practically everywhere, even if his fingertips have to go without. It is a little craving that will have to wait to be sated.
It's not going to take that much for him to cum with Childe's cock entering him like this over and over, but as much as he wishes he could gain his bearings and slow things down so he isn't helpless, he doesn't want this to stop at all. He can only hope his body doesn't decide it feels like cutting the experience short by ejaculating too early. He wants to feel everything when Childe spills rather than being overly sensitive to it making hard to properly savor. ]
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