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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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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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...Even so, Zhongli can't help falling for Childe's honesty beyond his words, at the way he kisses to consume like he has an entire appetite for Zhongli and Zhongli alone. When their mouths separate and the other nips at his lower lip, he responds in kind with a shy flick of his tongue against Childe's upper lip before the contact is gone. ]
It... isn't. [ a problem that is. maybe later, when he realizes how many times they end up fucking if this keeps going, and how this truly must be manipulative tactic rather than simple carnal desire, but not now. Right now, it's fine that his whole world is this human, and that physical lust is driving them both.
Zhongli is indeed flexible enough, although admittedly surprised. Nevertheless, he reaches to wrap his arms around the other's neck with a light huff of embarrassment, incredibly aware at how exposed his entrance is to the other in this position. 'Cute' would not be the words Zhongli would choose to describe such a thing and its state (that wink is, though), but luckily Childe only thinks such things rather than says them, meaning the consultant can simply focus on how good it suddenly is to feel that cock back inside him even if just a little. When the Harbinger slides himself in further, a rise of pleasure sounds from his throat as he finds himself inhaling sharply in eager anticipation of being filled up again— of being fucked. ]
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though, admittedly, Zhongli hadn't given him his name with the intent to crawl into bed with him, he supposed there was some fault in that particular line of thinking.
but he doesn't have much room left to think at all because he's sliding into him, and oh the noise that Zhongli makes is something he would very much like to hear again before this night is over. Childe will reward him with a kiss, pressed into the corner of his mouth - and then another right over his jaw, and his cheek, done almost oppressively affectionate like a dog licking at its master's face - before he rolls his hips fluidly, with purpose and intent, and hilts himself the rest of the way inside Zhongli's willing body. ]
I could get used to this... [ Childe murmurs against his skin, once he's hilted himself balls-deep inside the other man. even with the heat of the shower and the oppressive humidity shared between them, it pales in comparison to the heat of Zhongli's body wrapped so tightly around him like a glove. ]
Say... once we're done here, do you want me to take you to bed? [ it comes out brightly, conversationally, even as he slowly starts pumping his hips into him, each word punctuated with a squelch as he gets to work stirring up the mess he'd left inside of the other man. ]
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Zhongli has to make an effort to focus on what's being said to him versus what's being done to him (and all the sounds that go with it), having to take a moment to find the ability to speak his response without lewd vocals interrupting. ] Yes, that... sounds just fine. [ Although surely he can just... walk to the bed himself after this? Yeah, he completely doesn't understand what Childe means, especially with how bright and casually he asks. That and the fact that he's particularly distracted by being fucked, especially at this different angle.
He could get used to it, couldn't he? Zhongli hates to even think it, but he could get used to this himself. He shouldn't, especially since it'll be a fleeting situation one way or another.
Biting the lower part of his lip at the sound and feeling of Childe moving inside of him, Zhongli can't get over how good it is. It's so good, why does it feel so good? His body is on fire with need for more of this young man while at the same time unsure just how much more he'll be able to take of him before he's truly overwhelmed. Holding onto the other tighter, he brings his lips to brush against Childe's hairline as he continues taking his cock so willingly. The slick sounds that can be overheard even in the shower have him quite eager. ]
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honestly, the thought just makes him want to utterly destroy him, until the only thing Zhongli can remember is Childe's name.
they're not close enough that he can't lean back to get a good view, and Childe moves to do so now; in the process of letting his gaze be drawn to where they're joined he makes no secret of the way he's admiring every inch of bared flesh, deep blue eyes lingering on the sculpted muscles along Zhongli's stomach, the swell of the other's abdomen marking the depth of the penetration inside of him.
if Zhongli were more petite he think he might enjoy it less than he was now. there's something heady, something addicting to the idea of taking another man, someone who could quite possibly hold his own against him in a fair fight. the idea of dominating someone that might stand as his equal was intoxicating enough to make him want to pursue more, to make this yearning a reality here and now and it should come as no surprise that, the moment his gaze finds the place where they're joined he immediately snaps his hips forward to plunge the entirety of his cock inside Zhongli in one go.
perhaps it's the sight of his hips pressed flush against the other's ass, or maybe it's the feeling of tight, clenching muscles squeezing tight around him. maybe it's the way he can see white froth and bubble around Zhongli's entrance, the overabundant deluge of cum he'd spilled into the other man trying to escape where it can; either way, Childe's readjusting the grip he has on Zhongli's thigh, inching it up where it's dangling over his arms and bending the other man in such a way that the next series of thrusts he delivers into him hit his prostate dead-on, as though the Snezhnayan is honing in on it with brutal efficiency. ]
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If he could stop this on his own, he would, not because he dislikes it but because he loves the feeling far too much. It's addicting, and Zhongli hella it shouldn't be. Being pounded into by a person with an incredible cock... it's brutal pleasure that he can't begin to describe, somehow he can only attribute to humans being capable of producing in such mind-numbing doses.
His pants and moans are shallow and desperate pleas in their own right, begging for more, enamored by the sight of the bulge in his stomach demonstrating how far inside Childe has gone. The other feels like an inexplicable part of him now, and despite feeling so full beyond what is possible he already dreads that emptiness that has to eventually come.
It's all such gritty grimey bliss that even the shower doesn't seem capable of washing off the filth of desire and its resounding accompanying pleasure, especially not when Childe finally adjusts hold and he's suddenly ramming into his prostate with such force and precision. It's enough to drag a squeal of moans and begging from Zhongli, any coherency lost in desperate babbles that can mean only one thing: more, more, please more!
The words he does manage out are barely a cry, one for him to slow down, absolutely unlike the entire rest of his body that's screaming for Childe to do more and do it faster. ]
Ahn~! S-slow down, I'll cum—?! [ and here he thought that wouldn't be possible especially not so soon, and yet— ]
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Zhongli's weight is light and easy to shift, the man practically feather-light in the face of Childe's strength. it's easy to lift and drop him, letting gravity do its job as Childe descends into a series of mindless, frenetic thrusts, like he's trying to carve out a place for himself in the other's body, as though the friction of his walls against his cock aren't enough, not nearly enough to drive them both crazy. his mouth latches onto an unblemished part of Zhongli's neck and sucks a hickey into his skin as his hips stutter into a feverish, hungry rhythm; he can feel his own spend dribbling down his dick before it gets washed away by the spray, hear the sound of Zhongli's body taking every inch he had to give as it was hammered into him and reshaped his insides.
maybe it's foolish, getting so caught up in this. Childe has ever been reckless, hotheaded but with the strength and reflexes to back it up. if Zhongli so desired to kill him right here and now, he would have to do it while being fucked within an inch of his life in turn. judging from the keening cries and the moans of pleasure the other man was letting out, he doesn't think that's something he has enough presence of mind to do.
so, Childe continues rutting into him like a mad beast. gravity and the weight he throws behind his movements ensure Zhongli is receiving nothing less than what he absolutely deserves, a complete, thorough ravishing that will be sure to leave the echo of their fucking on his body for days.
maybe Zhongli will end up limping around his brother. if that wasn't a giant middle finger to the man who had fucked him up, he didn't know what was. ]
Then cum -- [ he breathes out, panting hot and humid against Zhongli's skin, laving his neck in wet, affectionate kisses that trail up to his jaw before covering his mouth. he's all but got the other man crushed against the wall, using it to hold him up as he really goes to town on him, hammers into his body like he were nothing more than vessel for his pleasure. the stamina and speed he possesses is unmatched; it's almost inhuman, but if the rumors about the Tsaritsa and her assassins are to be believed it's not uncommon among the ranks of the Fatui. Childe will only break away from the kiss when his rhythm stutters, when it falters but he keeps on going, the tip of his cock reaching almost painful depths inside the other man, the prominent jut of his belly showcasing just how hard and how fast Childe is ramming into him. ]
Ah-- I'm close, I'm close, Zhongli--
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It'a good thing Childe has Zhongli in such a position for his own sake. Zhongli is not coherent enough with being fucked like this to be able to execute any kind of kill, but that isn't to say if he was given more freedom or control that he wouldn't violently lash out in reflexive panic somehow. Because even in this wonderfully brutal pool of filthy pleasure, Zhongli is indeed panicking a little. He's panicking over how possessive the other acts, panics over how easily he seems to submit to him, just for the continued taste of feeling that cock punch into him further, for it to defile him one more time, and perhaps the difference between Childe and other humans is that he's so inhuman, afterall. An insatiable greedy appetite, for sex, it seems certainly, but for power (because no one becomes one of the Tsaritsa's elites out of casual convenience— they all want something from her and insist she give it the same as she demands and commands their loyalty to her. If they don't want more than they aren't worthy, no matter how strong they are. )
So then, what is this one after, to so casually walk into Liyue and demand Rex Lapis's head?
Zhongli gasps barely able to breathe now, barely able to keep his strength to cling to Childe as he's fucked deeper and deeper, feeling as if he's being dragged down into a cess pool of sinful pleasure that's he never going to be able to crawl out from. He's seen people become a slave to sex, willing to do anything for it, but he refuses to be one of them especially all over one of the Tsaritsa's newest and youngest of toys knowing how to ensnare him.
It's a fluke, he insists to himself, as his prostate is hit for a countless time, sending his head swimming in painfully mind-numbing pleasure with how swollen and raw it is by now. He refuses to cum when told though, resists every step of the way even as he really starts to feel like Childe's personal cocksleeve with the depraved way he's being so deliciously fucked each time now before his mind ticks back to life just enough to understand Childe's incessant whispers of being close to release himself. He has no real need to do anything to the other, and despite all the debauchery and the deluge of bliss blooming from the frenzied motions and affection aggressive actions of the assassin's lips, Zhongli can't let Childe alone to do to him as he pleases by letting himself cum first.
That's why Zhongli lets his need to feel more, to have Childe fuck him more and more fuel the breathy whispers at his lips as he presses a brief kiss to the Snezhnayan's mouth and then presses them against his ear, murmuring sensual and filthy things. Things about how incredible Childe's cock is and nothing compares, about how sensual and breath-taking it is to have him so hard and so deep inside of him, how he can't get enough, how it'll never be enough, how he wants Childe to do this to him over and over again forever— make him his over and over— force him to never think about anyone or anything else again except for Childe and making sure that heavy and eager to drip dick of his is hard only for Zhongli and the liquid sex weeping for release only ever lets out inside of him.
Zhongli almost believes every word he says, too, another testament to how dangerous Childe is. Zhongli knows he's doing this in revenge, that it fits right into putting Rex Lapis in his place, and he finds he can't stand to care. He briefly wonders if Childe is still in enough control that he would be able to kill him before finding his release should he realize he's fucking his target rather than his target's brother. Would that give him a thrilling high to have the mafia boss writhing underneath him? Would he just go through with killing him or use him for a little bit more depravity before doing so? A pleased huff escapes him at the thought and another spot on thrust to his ravished sweet spot. He's not sure if he has a voice left to scream for him.
( Perhaps it's best neither of them find out. ) ]
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it wouldn't be surprising if, by the end of this, they'd have to be pried apart with a crowbar; he half-expects Zhongli to be feeling the ache of him intensely, unable to sit or walk or even stand without feeling the way Childe's carved a place for himself in his body, memorized the drag and the grind of the other's inner walls against his swollen cock.
it takes little shifting to be able to trap Zhongli between the wall and his arm and he suddenly slams in, stuffing himself up as deep as he can go until his hips are straining against the other's ass. his freed hand immediately presses between them to pin Zhongli's cock against his stomach and the distension of Childe's own flesh swelling beneath his flesh. like this he can just barely squeeze at the outline of his cock through the other's skin but he does so anyway, roughly fisting both Zhongli and himself by extension as he pants out hot and humid against the other's mouth.
he really only needs a few strokes before he's tumbling over the edge and he groans as though this, fucking Zhongli, is what's ultimately going to end up killing him. his head tears away to press into his shoulder, legs quaking, trembling as his orgasm wracks through his body and a deluge of cum pours into the other man. his hand keeps Zhongli's cock pressed against his stomach so he can feel the way his dick twitches deep inside him, feel the way he pumps strand after strand of cum deep inside of him and floods him with heat and slick.
if Zhongli ends up cumming along with him, that's wonderful; if not Childe will give him a hand, the ministrations of his fingers working the other man over quickly as his lips find his cheek and the shell of his ear. he murmurs into it encouragingly, sweet, tender words best reserved for the intimacy of lovers but which seem to roll off his tongue with little effort. ]
C'mon, Zhongli, c'mon baby, let me feel you cum -- золотце, my gorgeous --
[ and it should be interesting to note that the rest of what he says comes out in a mixture of the common tongue and Snezhnayan, less begging and pleading and more affectionate. ]
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(That's not possible, though, he won't belong to anyone, he is the one who possesses and makes such decisions not the other way around—
But, truly, he wants to keep this young assassin, wants to break him and his loyalty until it's loyalty only to him. He doesn't care let himself think further about it, however, because he knows that would play into her hands. )
There's is a small surge of ire at his own refusal to challenge the Tsaritsa, at his own acceptance of logic that there is no possible way to successfully convert someone to be his when they are as loyal as this Harbinger, but it's luckily fucked out of him and lost to the unrelenting pleasure being rammed into him. Those are thoughts he can't entertain and emotions not worth experiencing that will only dull this encounter.
Something inside his mind goes completely blank with white furious static with Childe able to fist them together and stroke himself to cum inside of Zhongli. The feeling of him being so far inside him and orgasming has Zhongli's body shudder, the sensation of cum spurting out thick and filling him up inside again. Childe's so big, so wonderfully swollen and so deep inside he can't help but feel like perhaps this cock truly is meant specifically for him. Everything around him is drowned out as he gasps for air, attempts to keep the overwhelming knowledge sinking in that Childe's really taken him and made a clear mark of such. If another cock ever fucked Zhongli, it would be well known he already belongs to someone else. Not that he plans to let such happen, this is the only one that will ever be allowed— ah, no, this is not something they can keep happening, he'll never be able to keep resisting the pull the other has on him.
Cumming is more difficult for Zhongli, but not for a lack of pleasure, so while he is much closer he doesn't quite cum along with Childe. Nevertheless, he feels the other's semen coating and filling his insides around Childe's dick, the squelching movements felt to the point he can hear them at any shift between them. Zhongli's cock being played with and encouraged along now by his partner is a delightful pairing with the other's husky voice hot against his ear, getting twitches and moans out of him until he suddenly feels that rush that needs to be chased and he bucks into Childe's hand several times before gasping when he feels himself squirt—once, twice, three times or more— cause him to clench up tightly around the younger man's cock. Feeling himself clenching down on that cock more really only serves to make him cum more, as well, with the encouragement still provided by the other's fingers and his sweet words.
They can't be real, this affection of Childe's isn't possible when they haven't known each other even twenty-four hours, but Zhongli relishes in what those words said in such a tone do to him, anyway. He whimpers, keens, moans Childe's name, gasping, pleading, adoringly so and overall completely addled by their fuck session. He's confused through the high and down it, completely spent (—even if he still wants more, because he's not yet a complete mess only able to know and think and say Childe's name and he wants to be broken to that point—) and clinging to Childe (there's no way he can currently hold his own weight to stand even if he wasn't crushed up between him and the cold tiled wall of the shower) while saying his name so sweetly it should be a sin for anyone to hear such a thing. ]
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Through some miracle he's able to keep them both upright and, once the tremors and spasms of the other man's body have died down enough that he can start putting himself back together, he leans back after a quick, fervent kiss stolen from Zhongli's lips to admire his handiwork. His gaze travels from the mildly vacant look in the man's beautiful eyes to the way his lips part, flushed and red and panting for breath even as the shower rains down all around them. His eyes trace the fine line of his jaw, every individual lash and the the curve of his cheek to commit it to memory.
Something tight clenches in his chest hard enough to render him momentarily breathless and he gently presses his palm to Zhongli's cheek to try and help ground him. Another kiss is taken from the man's lips, soft and pliant and coaxing and infinitely more soft and affectionate than he can put into words.
It didn't matter that he'd hardly known him for longer than a day. It didn't matter that Childe was here to murder his brother in cold blood. He could still find him utterly breathtaking, beautiful and gorgeous and every word in between. There's no shame in appreciating something that deserves it. ]
Still with me?
[ His voice is a low murmur against Zhongli's mouth, made breathless with the last traces of his pleasure. He leans back to regard the man with deep blue eyes and, if Zhongli has enough presence of mind, he'll be able to pick out the lingering traces of desire and affection in his gaze.
There's something else there, too, but Childe is good at keeping his secrets when the situation calls for it. Another kiss is pressed to the other's jaw, and then along his cheek where he noses softly against his wet skin - and then he's pulling back, glancing down at his handiwork and pressing a hand over the swell of the other man's stomach. ]
... You're gonna drive me fucking crazy.
[ Because there's still a pretty impressive swell in his tummy, courtesy of Childe's Snezhnayan dick. It's both fascinating and such a turn on he thinks he can feel his body already yelling at him to go for another round - but he's pretty sure if they don't get out of the shower soon the water's going to get cold. He doesn't mind the cold, but he doubts it'll be good for Zhongli's sore backside. ]
If you keep looking at me like that we're not gonna get out of here any time soon. I think it'd be a good idea to end this shower early and head to bed. Sound good?
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Kissing Childe in the same way its given feels as if it's the only right thing to do, and so he does. He isn't even very much aware that Childe's dick still isn't actually satisfied just yet, the full feeling and being stuffed up with cock and cum to be expected considering how much was unloaded inside of him.
At least, until Childe makes the obvious hint that he's still not spent himself.
...Hm? Looking at him... how, exactly?
Zhongli can't help but wonder as he realizes he has no idea what kind of expression he's wearing for Childe now, and he can't bring himself to attempt to change it, either, he feels so done in at the moment.
Nevertheless, a soft apology escapes him even as attempts to stay grounded and focus with the help of the other. ]
It wasn't my intention... but bed sounds nice. [ there is a short pause before he moves to flick his tongue out over Childe's lips sensually. ] If you are still so excited after a short rest, then we shall continue until you can't pump another drop of cum inside of me. Is it acceptable?
[ those words suggest Zhongli is at least somewhat coherent finally, although they also suggest he a little sex addicted, as well— and that isn't wrong. There's no way he plans on letting it end without wearing out the other. He just ... needs to rest a little himself first.
Surely Childe can be patient enough for it. ]
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There's really no comparison. Sated and riding the fading bliss of post-orgasm, Zhongli looks absolutely sinful. Flushed and sensual, confident, and the demonstration and confidence that he emanates when it comes to the matter of taking Childe again? He's speechless. He's done some good deed in his past life, or maybe this is just the gods rewarding him for loving his family and being a good son, surely. Why else would he have this divine, thoroughly attractive and fuckable man perfectly willing and able and eager to have sex with him again.
So Childe laughs. He takes Zhongli's face in his hands - after using his hips to keep him pinned the wall so he doesn't fall, trusting in the other man to keep a firm hold of his shoulders - and he peppers his cheeks and his nose with kisses. This is probably the most excited he's been since he's stepped into Liyue, probably on par with the prospect of fighting Rex Lapis and fulfilling his mission. It's hard to parse where exactly these feelings of affection and enthusiasm are coming from, but he knows that they're all something he feels very, very strongly for Zhongli in this moment.
It's dangerous how quickly he's getting attached. He'll try not to think of it. ]
More than acceptable, darling. I feel as if my birthday's come early this year.
[ They're probably nowhere near to being close to done, but that's fine. Just excuse Childe a moment while he reaches over, twisting the taps until the water runs too-cold for a brief second or two before shutting off completely. Hoisting Zhongli up by his squeezable ass, he navigates his way carefully through the stall and begins to cross the tiled floor to the bed with the beautiful Liyuen in tow.
Belatedly, he hopes that their clothes don't end up smelling too damp by the end of it. Maybe he can take a break and hang them up or something. ]
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When Childe moves them towards the bed, Zhongli doesn't waste the opportunity to go for Childe's neck, his tongue hot as it moves slow and sensual along wet skin. Perhaps it's payback, but he can't help but take advantage to place a hickey on Childe's neck finally. His own neck is marred in them, he can mark the other with one, too. Or several.
The main goal of his here seems to be to rile and test the younger man's patience, but in a relatively casual manner, as if simply passing the time while waiting for them to continue their insatiable coupling.
He still has every intention to rest once they get to the bed, but it's hard to resist the other like this for the short moments that it takes them to get there. Then again, perhaps Zhongli's actions will make the journey that much more difficult.
( Childe himself is to blame, though, for all of this. For being so charming, for seducing Zhongli and introducing him to a world where sex is pointlessly blissful rather than a means to an end, for being so easy to be in the arms of. Yes, the assassin only has himself to blame for all of this. )
Ah well, Zhongl himself does not mind, he has what he wants already—carrying him. ]
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Perhaps, really, it all depends on how well he can convince Zhongli to get Rex Lapis to let him live.
The bed is large and plush and perfect for rolling around in, and Childe wastes no time in laying the other down over it. Fingers skim down along Zhongli's sides in ticklish motions before he grasps a thigh in each hand and pushes up, applying gradual pressure to get the man's knees up to touch his chest. It's then that he manages to somehow finagle his way out of the other's hold - though not without some reluctance, and an apologetic kiss traded for his freedom - and he leans back to thoroughly admire the view set before him.
Zhongli looks like a completely different person from the one he'd met in the alley. There's some similarities, of course, in the hair and the eyes and the shape of his body, but laid out on the covers like this, naked and wet and looking thoroughly ravished - he looks as though he'd walked straight out of Childe's fantasies and into his arms.
It probably doesn't help that Zhongli is kind of sort of his type - type being pretty that can take a good pounding, slim hips and a snatched waist and a fat ass - but given the man's healthy appetite in the face of Childe's own only made it even better.
He spends a long moment just admiring, sweeping his gaze from Zhongli's eyes to over his pale, glistening body down to his chest, and then further to where his cock sits pretty against his stomach. It takes little prompting for his hands to roam the same path, tracing over muscles and skimming along flesh as though he intends to commit every inch of him to memory. ]
You know... you're really pretty. Do people ever tell you that, or are they too afraid to?
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He likes the other's touch, and it's easy to readily accept it, to make sure those hands are unobstructed.
Zhongli smiles at that question, however, trying not to take it to heart (because then he very well might be truly embarrassed about being complimented in such a way.) ] No one knows what Rex Lapis looks like except perhaps for you and very small number of others, there is no real reason for them to be frightened of me. Unless... did you find me intimidating in the alleyway?
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[ Which he means in the fondest, most affectionate way, if this way his fingers skim over the slight swell of the man's belly is anything to go by. If he were to be intimidated from that then he might as well go and find another profession to get into. Zhongli was perhaps the furthest thing from scary despite his status and he imagined that, even then, it was only due to the nature of his brother being one of the top dogs in Liyue that had people shuffling their feet and minding themselves around the mild-mannered Zhongli.
It's cute, in a way. Just like how Zhongli is, spreading himself and putting his lewd body on display. ]
I found you... not at all what I was expecting. Adorable. [ In the sense that one might find a lost old man adorable, but that's hardly proper pillow talk. Childe settles himself comfortably over the other man, lips finding the hollow of his throat and kissing down the length of it before trailing down to his collarbone, his chest, his stomach... ]
I don't think anyone's ever gotten me to shell out thirty thousand mora within an hour of meeting them. Consider me impressed.
[ And, because the temptation is there - he presses his lips against Zhongli's navel and blows a raspberry. ]
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I wonder if that is simply because most would not ask for such thing rather than anything particularly special. ...I do very much enjoy the presence of that whale, however. The mora will be reimbursed to you, you need not worry.
[ Zhongli reaches now to gently run his hands through the other's hair affectionately, silently marveling at how soft it feels between his fingers. ] I barely know you, yet ... there is something that draws me to you. Is it strange to admit?
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As content as he is to simply laugh away Zhongli's offer and continue on his merry way, the last thing he says makes him pause. Childe is terribly, terribly fond of this pretty man who he's known for less than a day. He can't deny there is a magnetism, a draw that compels him to want to ruin him several times over, and then several times after that. It's not something that can be excused by the notion of him not getting laid the entire time he was in Liyue, because he's felt lust and he knows his body well enough not to be consumed by it.
His lashes dip, framing thoughtful blue eyes. His thumbs brush along the jut of Zhongli's hip as he considers. ]
I don't think so. [ He eventually manages, with the barest intimation of a smile. ] You're... something else, you know. I feel like I can't get enough of you.
[ Case in point - the mess that's probably still leaking out of Zhongli and making a mess of the covers. Childe will pay it no mind, his lips pressing against the other's navel before he makes his way down. Warm puffs of breath herald his arrival at the other's cock, his gaze lifting up coyly, warmly before he speaks again. ]
Though... I can't imagine your brother will be very pleased with the outcome. Especially since I tried to kill him and all.
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Yes, I do suppose I am willingly sleeping with the enemy. It is something Rex Lapis does regularly, however. Or, used to. He does not so directly involve himself anymore and generally prefers to remain unseen and unbothered.
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Does he just not like people or something? He got all that power and he doesn't like hanging around to use it, huh?
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I would say he finds people only interested in him when they are looking to attempt manipulation or status advantage. [ there's a short pause, a shiver wracking through him at feeling the other's lips trail down normally untouched flesh. His own fingers reach to grip at Childe's hair tightly and give a bit of tug in encouragement in terms of wanting him to continue and go even further towards his core. ] If Rex Lapis is ever in public, it is more likely than not me taking his place.
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[ even the thought of sleeping with Zhongli's brother is a little off-putting; not because of the prospect of infidelity or anything like that, but because he's half-convinced the man might take everything he has to give with a stony façade and a cold, unfeeling reception. it would probably be like fucking a corpse.
his mouth finds its way to the other's thigh, kissing a warm, tender trail up to his knee and then down, steadily making his way to the juncture of Zhongli's thighs and the place where the man really wants him. thick lashes frame mischievous blue eyes, his tongue trailing just to the base of the other man's cock before he presses one brief, chaste kiss against his skin. when he speaks his voice thrums pleasant vibrations against the flesh, smile both on his lips and in his tone. ]
I wouldn't imagine it to be very easy to manipulate him. Aren't you wary of being put in danger? I'm sure your brother has a lot of enemies. [ you don't become the head of one of the most affluent criminal organizations without collecting a few enemies along the way, after all. ]
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Zhongli also can't help but glance down towards Childe, now, which... makes him self-conscious despite being willing to put himself on display for the man. Catching sight of his own hard cock, of those pretty eyes with long lashes silently teasing him has the consultant blushing and advertising his gaze to one side. He's sure his dick is speaking enough for his aroused state and excitement for more.
Attempting to control his fluster, he speaks a little more quietly. ] ... Rex Lapis is not easy to manipulate, yet he offers the opportunities all the same. He is willing to give benefit of the doubt until he is crossed. Human nature seems to not allow so many to pass the chance up.
And... no. They are as much my enemies as they are his, especially when I execute many of his decisions. Besides, surely you understand the sentiment of better anyone dead than the head of the family. It must be the same with your Tsaritsa.
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[ While a part of him is silently lamenting he wouldn't be able to thoroughly dominate Zhongli's brother in the sense of fucking him into submission, he supposes that that would be for the best. He's sure he'd only be attracted to him for the sheer fact he looked like Zhongli himself, after all, and why would he bother when he had Zhongli here who was perfectly willing and happy to have sex with him? it felt almost insulting.
leaving the reasons for why he might want to fuck a man who wanted him dead with the excuse that it might be because of his darker nature, he focuses on the here and now. on Zhongli, who can still look this good (perhaps even better) fucked out and dripping with cum. his cute cock stands up proudly, practically begging Childe to taste it and so he diverts his path over to it, mouth pressing one last, lingering kiss against his pale thigh before he shifts to hover over the jut of his dick. ]
Keep talking. I'm listening, I swear.
[ his fingers span over Zhongli's stomach, keeping him firmly in place - and without breaking eye contact, he dips his head down and slides half of Zhongli's cock against his tongue and into his mouth in one go, lips straining around the girth and a groan vibrating against the hard flesh. ]
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