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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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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. ]
/hacker voice "i'm in"
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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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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This copulation isn't in his control, however, and while he's long realized this, it's only now that he really sees how helpless he is in this position during coitus. Childe controls every inch of him with a shift or pull of his hips and the thrust of his cock as it brings a new wave of pleasure— just as good, perhaps always better, even, but ever distinct from the last. With how this man's cock forces his insides wider and wider to fit him, he feels the deep plunges through him to the edge of his stomach, the sensation of Childe being inside deep enough that things are becoming rearranged to accommodate such a wonderful intruder sinking into his body. Right now he could beg for so much more, plead for the most debased of actions to be done to him and so long as it's this man doing it he is assured he would love every second of it.
A soft sob escapes Zhongli with Childe back to leaving even more marks and bruises on him. He's sure this is the most he's ever had, and his skin is becoming overly sensitive to all of the sensations being imparted on it. He's never imagined he would shed tears in such a manner over such a primitive unsophisticated act as addictive (practically feral) sex. Yet Childe fits so nicely, and Zhongli's body just makes more and more room so this must mean that dick is particularly good, positively made for pounding into this ass of his, even. Perhaps he's never done any of this before because no cock in existence was as thorough and well-customized for fucking him like this until now.
(stop thinking such insane things, he attempts to reason, but this experience has his desire for such pleasure rearing itself and insisting that yes yes yes see, even a god can enjoy the acts of man that have them writhing and screaming always for more.)
It becomes all too much, however, when Childe finds yet again another perfect little angle to force his way in just as intent on impaling him with pain as he is with pleasure. They all begin to mix quite nicely, and Zhongli feels the tears stinging his eyes as over and over over again Childe thrusts into him and nails his prostate. It's truly too much, now, too much as it feels like a rough push or shove towards the edge of a cliff each time, and the buildup of what is to eventually happen if things continue as they are as exciting as they are anxiety-inducing.
Zhongli attempts to resist, but again, he's not in control at all, and is especially now completely at this young man's mercy as he forces him closer and closer to cumming without his permission. Breathing erratic, his entire body trembling and begging simultaneously for Childe's onslaught to cease as much as to never stop, his eyes widen as he's finally forced to lose his footing and fall over the edge—forced to spill. The orgasm has his vision going white as his entire body stiffens and clamps down on the other, the very incredibly obvious feeling of his own muscles greedily squeezing Childe's dick demanding more from it still, and the feeling of such generous precum spilling forth to continually slick up his insides to make him take that cock easier and easier sends another surge through him, making the first spurt of cum from him followed by yet another. It's been a long time since he's splattered on himself, he's sure, since he came this hard to the point he can't form any semblance of thought beyond how fucking good he feels right now even as the pleasure almost drags him entirely under; and his body is only interested in chasing that high to drown more in it. ]
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he probably could have also afforded buying that thirty-thousand-mora whale plushie from earlier. what a mooch.
Childe has scarce enough time to dwell on this before Zhongli is suddenly seizing up around him with the loveliest noise he's ever heard in his life. rapturous pleasure drips from every pore of his body as the other man spasms and cums beautifully, his entire body going taut with the sensations wracking his frame as white spills up his front and along the wall he's pressed up against.
not one to miss out on an opportunity when it presented itself, Childe immediately braces both hands on Zhongli's hips and begins jackhammering into him, absolutely reaming the constricting, squeezing insides and pursuing the friction on his cock to its inevitably conclusion. the last few thrusts are punishing, brutal, meant to destroy and ruin the man who'd brought him to this place in the first place. his lips find the nape of his neck and then, as something inside of him snaps and he goes tumbling over the edge into white-hot, blinding euphoria, his teeth clamp onto his shoulder and dig in hard as the rest of his body explodes at the edges.
it's perhaps the hardest he's ever cum in his entire life. his cock throbs with every pulse, spilling warmth in hot throbs that paint Zhongli's insides with seed. once, twice, three times - Childe loses count of every rope of cum that floods the other's increasingly sloppy hole as time goes on, aware only of the way the other man shudders and trembles under him and the taste of blood on his tongue from how hard he's bitten into his skin.
only when he thinks he's finally, finally sated does he slump against him, prying his mouth away from his neck in favor of lapping at the marks he'd made like a sated, well-behaved dog. his grip he has on Zhongli's hip gentles to rub affectionately into his skin, and he basks in the afterglow of orgasm while waiting for his breath to even out. ]
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Nevertheless, his eyes widen when he feels that final thrust and the cum that shoots out inside of him, splashing and filling him, and that painful bite that burns enough to sting gets a shuddered hiss of of him as Childe actually draws blood. Each new stream of cum that releases inside of him is felt and sends a shiver of uncomfortable pleasure through him— the type that could almost hurt but isn't quite at that point. Zhongli manages not to collapse, however, and is grateful for it when Childe eventually seems to tire... or satisfy himself. He does notice that the other has become gentle, and it's welcome as his post-orgasm high drains out of him, leaving his body prone to complain about all those bruises and bites now that it has no more priority to feeling pleasure.
This is certainly going to ache later. Anyway... back to the initial task at hand ... assisting the other in washing.
... That is ... once the other pulls out and stops being overly affectionate.
For now Zhongli simply presses his cheek to the tile while letting his breathing calm down some more, feeling somewhat dizzy and embarrassed when his thoughts wander to wonder when and what next time will be like. Damn it. ]
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Gingerly, he'll pull his hips back an inch at a time, hissing at the slow drag of his spent cock out of Zhongli's abused insides. He's still half-hard, unsurprisingly, but given how Zhongli had responded to having himself stuffed up with cock he imagines it's probably a better idea to let the man rest before they continue onto round two. That and getting him out of those wet clothes sooner rather than later would be doing him a favor.
A hiss and a deluge of cum oozing down the other man's thighs preceded Childe finally pulling himself free, and he lets out a relieved breath before he starts pulling at what clothes Zhongli still has on. His hands are insistent, but still gentle, moving Zhongli this way and that in order to undress him and tossing the wet garments out the shower door to land with a wet plop on the bathroom tiles beyond. In this way he manages to get his shirt all the way off of him, but before he starts on his pants he sets a hand on Zhongli's shoulder gently turns him so he can crowd the other man up against the cold tile and see how he's doing. ]
I wasn't too rough or anything, was I? [ Knuckles brush along Zhongli's jaw before trailing down over his neck and shoulder and what he can see of the markings there. ] Sorry about that. I'll tone it down a bit next time, okay?
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It's strange to finally be facing the other man again after such an act, feeling his back to the tile as he blinks at the gentle brushing of the other's knuckle along his bruised skin. Is he joking asking if he was too rough? He drew blood, or did he already forget that?
Still, any displeasure he can muster against the other is deflated rather easily by the apology, although the mention of a next time has him blushing even more. Obviously, having the man's cum decorating his thighs and lower as it continues to flow from his ass wasn't enough... but it's not as if he feels a next time would be bad (even though he knows that's exactly the kind of thinking both Childe and the Tsaritsa want him having.) Honestly... he's surprised a human could ejaculate this much. It's only then when he attempts to avert his eyes shyly from the other and dismiss the concerns that he notices the others dick isn't completely deflated. ... Fascinating for a human. Or at least he's pretty sure from his memory that it is. Then again, it has been a very long time, perhaps humans have evolved their sexual capacities in some way? Regardless, he now glances back up to the other because it's either that or stare at his dick because looking off at nothing will be impossible now. ]
It's... nothing... however I imagine it will be unpleasant if you attempt to overwrite these markings too soon. Your teeth are... admittedly somewhat vicious. [ It's not as if he didn't enjoy himself, though. Which is why he will hesitantly lean in to brush his lips against Childe's before pulling back. ] ...Your concerns are appreciated, nevertheless. ...Thank you.
[ Now what... ah right they should finish getting undressed so he can clean them both up. ] Now, I would like to assist you in washing as was agreed upon before anything else happens.
[ so... Childe needs to also get himself totally naked. And Zhongli simply isn't willing to do it for him. Unlike Childe, Zhongli will need to be seduced again for a round two. Such is the price of service fees. ]
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Maybe you just bring it out in me. [ Or maybe it was a by-product of the drugs he'd been slipped. He'll have to ask about them more later, since Zhongli was responsible originally for picking them up Childe imagined he had some kind of idea as to their genetic makeup. It would be nice to know if he should be expecting any unpleasant surprises hours or even days from now.
His blue eyes drop to the imprints of teeth in his skin like he half expects them to disappear when he's not looking. As such, when Zhongli leans in to just barely brush their lips against one another he gives a little start in surprise, his eyes comically wide while his brain tries to make sense of what just happened. When he does he actually lets out a short little laugh before quickly leaning in, chasing Zhongli's lips to take another kiss for himself. ]
As if I'd turn down that opportunity. Yes, sir. [ It takes little effort to divest the both of them of their remaining clothing, and the wet slaps that fill the room are less vulgar and pronounced as he tosses both sets of ruined, drenched clothing out the stall to the floor beyond. In no time at all he's got them both relatively undressed and he's dropped into a crouch to take Zhongli's pants off of him, fingers skimming along his shapely legs in the process. ]
You know, you've got a very effeminate physique. If I didn't know any better - [ With a pointed glance at his cock. ] - I probably would have mistaken you for a girl the first time I saw you.
[ There's a dollop of cum steadily oozing its way down Zhongli's leg that is simply unacceptable. Childe follows it with his finger, scooping it up before it can get past Zhongli's knee and then quickly reaching up to stuff it back inside of him with a thoughtful hum. ]
It's a good thing you're not.
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The markings could very well disappear, but Zhongli imagines that will be suspicious. Then again, perhaps not...? Since Childe is so convinced he is Rex Lapis' twin brother. Just thinking about that makes his head hurt.
It's cute that the other seems to return the kiss, though... once his brain processes it, anyway. Not that he should be finding anything the other does enticing unless he's looking to get himself killed.
Nevertheless, his eyes widen a bit at the claim of believing he could have mistaken him for a woman when they first met. Zhongli does at least understand that is meant to be something of a compliment, enough that it has him turning a deeper shade of red, but quickly turns into him hiding his face in one hand as Childe so blatantly shoves his cum back up inside of him. To Zhongli's chagrin, his body reacts accordingly in the sense it automatically makes the effort to hold it in, which the consultant realizes and immediately wants to die over.
That settles it. He absolutely wants to be killed. Murder is fine. It's better than being in a position like this, surely. Especially, when the position is over a young assassin that is in far over his head yet seems to be drowning Zhongli faster than the other way around. So long as he expects what's coming at the end, there's nothing to fret about. Yet, he still can't seem to shake his shyness and unsettlement over what he just particpated in... but also enjoyed far too much. ]
...Is it? Why... do you say that?
[ he asks in an attempt to distract himself from what the other just did, not really making the connection just yet that, well, for starters, there would be a fantastic chance of Childe getting him pregnant with his cum output being on some similar of a level with a canine's (an exaggeration, he's sure, but who cares, it's a lot of cum and the other is already half-hard again??)
It's not that Zhongli couldn't be a woman if he chose to, but he had a good run of that some time back and is far more comfortable presenting himself in a male vessel. Even if watching the faces of assassins expecting Rex Lapis to be a man was always a treat in its own right.
Not to dwell on thinking about any of this, though, he's reaching to grab the soap and wet cloth that he can thankfully reach without having to move from his position and start lathering it, because, damnit, he's going to wash Childe and himself before they get out of this shower one way or another. ]
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[ As if Zhongli actually doesn’t know. He can’t have been that sheltered, right?
He considers the possibilities of just how innocent a mafioso’s drug mule twin brother could be as he gently eases Zhongli’s legs out of his pants one at a time before tossing the soaked fabric out into the bathroom. ]
Let’s just say I’d probably be in a lot of trouble with your brother. I have a big family.
[ It’s said nonchalantly, and Childe doesn’t seem to realize how personal the information he divulged was until it was already out of his mouth. Not wanting to draw attention to what was probably one of the more vital things to know about his life outside of being a Harbinger - and hoping Zhongli wasn’t sharp enough to pick up on the abrupt subject change - he clears his throat and gets slowly back up to his feet. His fingers skim over the other man’s sides before he takes his hips in his hands and leans back to watch him lather up the wet cloth. ]
Is that for me? [ He asks brightly, leaning forward just enough he can rest his head against the other man’s. Unsurprisingly, his cock is hardening quickly again between them as if the proximity alone is enough to stir him up for another round.
He supposes he should be grateful that the other man seems so intent on cleaning him. At least one of them was. ]
You’re such a good host, Zhongli. I can see I’m in quite capable hands.
[ As he says this, he brings his hand up - the one that had stuffed his cum back into the other man - and gently laps at the remnants of seed before it can be washed away with the pour of the shower. ]
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[ Unfortunately, Zhongli doesn't miss the information slip and desire to cover it up with a subject change. Fortunately (for Childe), it means little to him. He is a Mafia boss, but he doesn't do disgusting things like look to hold enemies' families hostage to get to them. Childe is dangerous, but not in the way that makes having information to use against him all that interesting.
That doesn't mean Zhongli won't be eventually throwing him back on a ship to Snezhnaya with a return to sender tapped over his mouth once he concludes there is nothing left to be gained from him here.
... Honestly, though, there's nothing to be gained here even now, if he's honest. He just wants to see how long it takes Childe to put two and two together and how long he'll drag out this sexual interest for the sake of his mission. He doesn't believe for a second any of this is pure interest in Zhongli himself.
At the question, Zhongli nods (and is grateful for the pull from his thoughts) with a soft him, and he purposely does not let his gaze wander. Still, it's hard not to notice when the other is shifting his hand to bring to his mouth what he's doingv with them so close. If Childe wants to get filthy all over again after this, then it's fine. He'll still be clean before that. Deliberately, Zhongli proceeds to start running the cloth over Childe's body, taking care not to not be too rough while still provide an adequate washing. ]
I have much experience in playing host, although I doubt that makes me worthy of praise for it. [ he's suspicious with how cute and innocent the other is generally acting while still managing to be absolutely lewd and lick his own semen from his fingers rather than let it go down the drain. ]
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It's adorable how Zhongli seems to take to this task insistently. Even more amusing is the fact that he still had his wits about him after getting fucked for what Childe assumes is the first time, or at the very least one of the few times he'd been made to take another man's dick. For someone as inexperienced as Zhongli had presented himself to be he was a remarkably quick recover, which bodes well for the rest of their night, he thinks.
But he'll think on that later. For now, he has to return the favor - and he starts with gently slicking Zhongli's hair back and out of his face, baring his golden eyes to view and tracing along his cheek with a finger. Even despite how much of a brat he was he had to admit Zhongli was breathtaking. He could clearly see the Liyue in him, but he's pretty sure he'd never seen a single native of the city that could hold a candle to the man in front of him now. There was just something different about him he couldn't quite put his finger on.
Idly, he wonders if Rex Lapis is the same. He imagines that any aspect of attractiveness he had was dashed by how ruthless hew as, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't find that part attractive, either. There was beauty in a warrior's strength, after all, and he imagined that Rex Lapis had that in spades.
A man like that, he could easily --
-- and Childe nips that thought in the bud before it can progress, humming and pressing his forehead against Zhongli's own. There's a brief instant where he catches his eyes, his smile widening into something mischievous as he reaches his arms up to drape around the other's shoulders and hug him against his chest to effectively trap his arms between them and hinder the progress of their bathing.
An affectionate wink is all the warning Zhongli will get before he's dipping his head, gently nosing at the other man's nose before pressing their lips together in a soft, tender kiss. ]
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( ...What is he after, really? Nothing other than his mission, surely, but at the same time what does this type of interaction do for Childe in terms of that? )
Despite not understanding, Zhongli admittedly finds the younger man endearing for it, enough that he ends up closing his eyes to respond to the kiss with a healthy amount of his own affection. His own actions make no sense to him now, but he admittedly likes the feelings they elicit alongside Childe's own efforts. ]
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It's probably easy enough to tell where this is going, especially with Childe flushed and still hard against him, a drop of pre-cum already beading at the tip as though in anticipation. Even more telling is the way he suddenly angles his head and kisses at him even more fervently, lapping gently at the other man's mouth before gently slipping his tongue inside to taste him.
Even if it turned out he'd have to leave Liyue a fugitive, he could at least enjoy himself until then, right? Right. And said enjoyment, right now, took the form of stealthily slipping his hand between them to angle his cock between Zhongli's legs, tip pressing insistently against his inner thigh before gently grinding up against his perineum and under his sack. It's warm between them, throbbing, smearing slick against the other man's legs but not really angling to push in - yet. ]
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Shamefully, Zhongli doesn't attempt to resist it, either. ]
So hard again already... [ He whispers up against the other's lips before seeing to continue their mouth-to-mouth contact in favor of disregarding the task of washing. It's enough with the washing, right? It'll have to be enough since it's clear this isn't going to continue towards what people should be doing in the shower.
His kiss to the other is heated and sensual but slowly paced as he really seeks out to savor and get a taste of the other again. He's curious if Childe'll be as addicting now as the first time.
The rubbing friction being created between his legs by the other's engorged cock is truly delightful, too, especially with feeling fluids coat between his thighs just like slick ran the length of his insides. The persistent feeling of the other's dick beneath his balls is enough to also get Zhongli aroused once more quite quickly, which only inhibits his decision making even further. Honestly, is he so eager to fuck around with this mortal that he's getting it up again for him already?
Truly and utterly shameless.
( He still doesn't care in the slightest. If it's with Childe... he'll be as shameless as he likes. ) ]
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In any case... I certainly hope it isn't a problem.
[ He says this in a soft, affectionate murmur against the other man's lips, followed up with a sharp nip on his lower lip before he reaches between them and slowly lifts Zhongli's leg up almost painfully high. He's hoping the man is flexible enough, and if he isn't - that's fine, Childe can just pick him up and pin him against the cold tiles at his back. He'll let his leg rest on the crook of his elbow, though, dipping his head down to run his tongue over the teeth marks and the rivulets of water running down his neck, and tilts his mouth towards his ear to murmur into it. ]
Hang onto me, okay? I promise I won't drop you.
[ Either way - lifting up Zhongli's leg has the immediate effect of baring his abused hole to him, still slightly puffy and leaking with trace amounts of his cum. It's almost cute, he thinks, even as he guides his cock towards it and shudders out a breath once he can notch the tip in, let Zhongli feel the pressure of his cock at his entrance again. With a flick of his eyes up at the brunet - accompanied by an exaggerated, playful wink - he pitches his hips slowly forward with a sharp intake of breath, watching as Zhongli's rim gently swallows him up and yields in the face of unrelenting pressure. ]
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