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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.

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[ Zhongli loves this man's mouth, he's realized, in all its aggression, its affection, and its everything in between. He returns the kiss desperately, completely entgralled by the hungry possessiveness that Childe is capable of. It shouldn't be so attractive or alluring, but it is. Never has he entertained belonging to someone else, but here he's craving it as if he's actually been looking all this time but failed until now to find someone he wants to belongs to.

(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. ]

[ Zhongli's beautiful when he cums, he thinks, almost raw, pure, as though no one has ever taken him apart like this before. It's an absolute crime that Childe should be the first to inflict this kind of pleasure on the other man, but he can't bring himself to be too upset at the idea of being one of the only ones to see the man in the throes of ecstasy.

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?

[ Zhongli doesn't hesitate to return any of the kisses, especially not the one that would normally have him reeling in confusion (if he were in his right enough mind) as to why it's done in such a soft manner. For better or for worse, however, Zhongli's mind is elsewhere and his physical reactions are based on whatever feels best.

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. ]

[ There's a few moments where he just gapes at the other man, trying and failing to register what it is he's suggesting after the initial flick of tongue over his mouth. He's heard the words, but somehow seeing them come out of Zhongli's mouth is... surreal. As though his fantasies have been made reality (which is funny, because he's only known this man for less than a day, if that) and he's made some god up high very, very happy.

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. ]

Do you, now... [ Zhongli murmurs with interest as he clings to the other, smiling at the laugh and the affectionate kisses given.

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. ]

[ Zhongli does a pretty good job riling him up, if the little swat he delivers to the other man's bottom is anything to go by. The smack is especially loud with wet skin, and the rub of his palm over the other's reddened rump is more apologetic as a result. Not that he imagined he had to treat Zhongli gentle, since he's pretty sure the man will pull his hair and kick him until he fucks him like he deserves. But he can be sweet in the downtime so that the aftermath doesn't take too much of a toll on the other's body, especially since he's not sure if he's to be imprisoned here or set free afterward.

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?

[ The slap is surprising, how bold... but good he's glad to have an effect on the other, even if it won't ultimately do much of anything in terms of getting his loyalty. Nevertheless, Zhongli is good about playing into Childe's desires. It's been such a long time, but it's starting to come back to him, at least in terms of how to properly please a partner. Letting Childe take the lead of where things are currently going seems the best choice, though, and he goes along with making a pretty and erotic picture for the other to admire with his legs spread apart and pressed back against his chest for a full on view. There's a slight cant of his head, almost shyly so, but he can't possibly be that why about it the way he's so easily giving Childe such a display.

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?

You're about as intimidating as a wet cat in a paper bag.

[ 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. ]

[ Zhongli can't help but laugh at the ticklish feeling from the raspberry (as well as the ridiculous noise of it), squirming a bit as a result. ]

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?

[ Admittedly - Zhongli did have a point. Few people were that shameless right off the bat. If the other man had shown any signs that he might have wanted it after having endeared himself to Childe like he had, Childe might have just bought it for him without prompting. It was a small price to pay to get a chance to look at his backside.

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.

[ A small sound escapes him in suffocation at feeling the heat at his dick. Looking at Childe right now, into those eyes, feels dangerous as if he's being sucked in. This is ridiculous that Zhongli is feeling this way at all, he knows. It's all the more obvious to him when Childe once again brings up the non-existent brother. ]

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.

Maybe he'd be a little nicer if he got laid. [ He says, as if he hadn't actually tried to kill him within minutes of meeting him. The tips of his fingers drag down along Zhongli's stomach, gently poking against the swell of his navel before sliding down across his thigh, and then under his knee, where he pushes them up to his chest. Childe's lips trail a series of hot, affectionate kisses along the inside of it and he hums, his lashes lidding his eyes and the heated gaze within. ]

Does he just not like people or something? He got all that power and he doesn't like hanging around to use it, huh?

Ah, yes, perhaps you should offer the next time you meet. [ Zhongli feels slightly exasperated by the comment, but, at the same time, he feels it in a very endearing way towards the other.]

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.

I feel like if I put my dick anywhere near your brother he's liable to cut it off. And then where would that leave you?

[ 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. ]

I highly doubt such, but he certainly would not be very willing to have you do anything with it beyond put it away. He's well aware the only reason you would be anything but hostile to him will be to get close to him and finish your mission. He knows you have not been so easily cowed. If he did, he would have let you go. [ Zhongli finds it terribly interesting was much as strange to be explaining himself as if he were an entirely different person. It's just as well to keep Childe thinking that, for his sake as much as his own. It will not do good for anyone to become aware he has been so easily taken with this human... and the sex has been wonderful, but he can't simply accept it as the only reason. It would be foolish to pretend.

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.

Smart man.

[ 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. ]

[ Zhongli cants his head quizzically at Childe encouraging him to continue to speak, mostly because he does not have all that much more to say—at least on the subject matter of Rex Lapis.

In response to his cock being descended upon, however, golden eyes widen and there's a pretty little sound from him in surprise along with an initial jerking back against the sheets which Childe was well prepared for considering he's already made to keep Zhongli in place.

The sudden increase in his heart rate surprises him, and he identifies it similar to a rush of adrenaline over the thrill and the anticipation of another orgasm. If he didn't already have his inhibitions lowered by their activities, he would certainly be appalled at the way his body soaks up the attention and begs for more with small jerks of his hips. Childe's reward is that Zhongli doesn't attempt to stifle anything that comes out of his mouth, only reaching to dig his fingers into the bed sheets. He also doesn't look away from him, either, even if he's blushing rather furiously (although his eyes are glassed over with renewed and unapologetic lust) now considering he's staring at the person who has his cock in their mouth. ]

[ Childe has the audacity to smile, as if he's got his mouth around something more innocent than Zhongli's cock. The action tightens the seal of his lips around the other's girth, and he wastes little time in adjusting himself so he can slide down more comfortably, lashes fluttering as he feels more and more of Zhongli pillow on his tongue and slide into the back of his throat. His fingers remain firmly wrapped around the base to keep him steady and control every lingering sensation the other man receives at his hands, though as he's pulling up and off he gently slips them down to cup and play with his sac underneath. ]

If something were ever to happen to your brother, would you take over as head to the family instead? [ He asks this genuinely, expression vibrantly curious before he's lowering his head to gently roll his tongue over the head of Zhongli's cock, again and again and smearing liquid and heat all over the tip.

A deep breath and he's bobbing his head over him again, closing his eyes to fully bask in the taste and the sensations of the other man sliding into the back of his throat before he hollows his cheeks and sucks hard. His gaze cants up again, unwavering and steady on Zhongli's face. ]

[ He attempts to speak more at length in response to the question, but Childe's handling of him have him shivering and unable to pull enough attention away to form a string of words. Instead, a gasped sound of affirmation escapes him in regards to the question, but it's clear anything concrete Zhongli has to say on the matter has to wait. His dick is sensitive, he's probably never had anyone put their mouth on it. There's a small whimper from him as he closes his eyes at the sensation of his ball sacs being touched combined with that following hard sucking. He's honestly not sure how long it will take him to come again like this. He can feel the continuous dispensing of precum as his cock works to keep up with the pleasure and the wet heat that keeps wisking it away.

Nevertheless, one hand does leave clenching the sheets to tangle into Childe's hair, fingers once again marveling at how soft it is even as they curl at the other's continued attention to his cock. If this keeps up or won't be long at all before he comes in Childe's mouth. He's regretful for his inability to hold out to this sort of thing for an extended period of time, but at least another orgasm isn't going to satisfy him, either. Only Childe's own dick pounding into him can force the potential of such a satisfying orgasm.

(Has he decided this so soon? That this human's cock is the only one that can give him such an experience? How dangerous.)

Even so, Zhongli stares now with wide eyes, looking a little bit... intimidated almost with the other looking at him like that... like as if he's being bullied by the other's teasing. It's cute but also hilarious considering he's a grown man. ]

[ Cute cute cute. How could Zhongli be so stupidly cute??? A grown man, no less, and one Childe is pretty sure is close to his own age. Even if Zhongli had a couple of years on him that didn't keep him from being what is undoubtedly the most endearing person Childe has met in his entire life, second only to his own siblings. It's almost jarring how he could be thinking this while he's got the other man's cock in his mouth, but with how his stay in this country has been so far he imagines it's only par for the course at this point.

Upon seeing that Zhongli's wide-eyed expression doesn't dissipate in the slightest, Childe smiles again and lifts his head up, dragging inch after inch of cock out of his mouth only to release him with a wet pop. There's a pleasant ache in his jaw, but it's easy to dismiss it as he nuzzles against the side of Zhongli's cock and presses a kiss against the head. ]

I can't imagine you as the head of the family. Not to say you couldn't; I'm sure if the situation needed it, you'd rise to the occasion admirably. [ His hand curls about Zhongli's cock, holding it firmly before he starts pumping fluidly up and down, the motion of his his fingers helped along by how slick and wet he is. ]

But that'll probably mean we can't do this -- [ He punctuates it with a corkscrew motion, grip twisting over the head of Zhongli's cock for that additional friction. ] -- anymore, huh?

[ Zhongli squeezes his eyes shut, attempting to prevent the tears from being too obvious as he squirms impatiently in Childe's hands. What an awful tease he is now even when giving such affection to his dick, hmph!

Still, Zhongli isn't one to back down so easily and he decides he's not going to beg. He's already stooped to that in the beginning, he had no plans of being considered easy by the hitman, even if he is absolutely easy in regards to this man.

He means to say 'of course not,' in response to the question, but it comes out a little differently than intended. ] Not... if you intend to kill me...

[ It's said with a small whimper, not emotional over the idea so much as really just wanting to be fucked again already rather than Childe drag or his teasing more and more (or this conversation really, because he always assumes he knows all the answers and they're a little bit of a mood killer if he thinks on it.) ]

[ The comment has his gaze softening, and he gently eases up on the grip he's got over Zhongli's dick in favor of lowering his head to gently lip and suck on the tip. His tongue swirls over the slit, gathering up every leaking bead of pre-cum and savoring the other's flavor for as long as he possibly can, loathe to give up his attentions in favor of something more. For the moment, at least; if Zhongli keeps on making those noises and that expression he'll probably be giving in sooner rather than later. ]

I won't. Not unless you get in my way. [ And he means that, truly; Zhongli is absolutely beautiful in his pleasure, beautiful out of it, with the sort of regal bearing and graceful demeanor he might expect from a princess or a noblewoman. The man possesses a loveliness that's unparalleled even in his own native Snezhnaya. It would be a shame to destroy it so soon. ]

I'm sure you wouldn't mind me "killing" you in a different way, however... [ Comes the low hum, and he drags his teeth over the head of Zhongli's dick for that extra, half-dangerous stimulation before he pulls off completely and leans up to take a kiss.

Unsurprisingly, his cock is already hard and straining where it juts up from between his legs, and he lets the weight of it rest over the other man's stomach as he presses their lips together indulgently. His hands are already going to Zhongli's legs and pushing up behind his knees, pressing with intent as though he intends to make them touch the mattress on either side of his head. ]

[ Perhaps that response is the correct one for Childe to make; Zhongli seems to melt into his touch rather than give much further resistance, all teary eyed and pretty with the sound of pleasure escaping him feeling that suckling and use of teeth on such sensitive wanting flesh. When his lips are captured he wraps his arms around Childe's neck desperately even as he freely keeps his legs spread as they are lifted and pressured as far back as Childe desires for them to. Yes, yes he wants this, all of this as he finds himself shivering in delight of the kiss, shivering in anticipation and the ability to kiss Childe's lips. His tongue is eager to meet his lover's, to sear heat and taste onto the young man's own so he'll be unable to forget him every time he swallows.

It's too easy to fall into such rhythm, and he knows it's an awful situation to be had to be this taken with the other on all levels. But the sex and Childe himself have done enough to his inhibitions to get him this far, and it seems that Zhongli will continue to let Childe have all of him as long as he says and does the right things.

It's a shame the goal is assassination, because if it were an abduction scheme, instead, Zhongli might even go along with the whole ordeal, so long as he were to receive ample dick from the one above him in return. That's how caught up in everything he is, the addiction to this pleasure the other has reintroduced him to quite strong.

He brings a hand between them to gently run along the other's hard cock before wrapping his fingers around it now to give a small pull at it before angling to drag the slitted tip of it along his abdomen, wanting to feel the leakage of precum leaving a wet trail on flesh canvas. It feels good, especially knowing his abused entrance is once again openly on display and covered inside and out with the seed ejaculated from the same cock. How much more does he have to fill him up with, he wonders? He is eager to find out. ]

[ Childe can feel his breath hitch in his throat when Zhongli drags his cock along his stomach, the pre-cum beading at the tip dribbling free and oozing along the other man's stomach in sticky, shining trails of wetness and slick. It feels almost blasphemous that he should be doing this to such a pretty person, but he has to admit it's even hotter because Zhongli is so pretty. If he'd come to Childe as anything else aside from the mild-mannered, adorable brother to the deadly head of a mafia family he might not have been so charmed.

He can feel his cock twitch in Zhongli's hold and he groans, leaning in to press a kiss against the other man's forehead in a gesture of affection that's almost too intimate for what they were to each other. But the air between them has been charged with a sense of fondness and playfulness ever since they met, so he imagines he can be excused. ]

It seems I was cautious of the wrong brother... [ Comes the low hum, his fingers squeezing warmly along Zhongli's thighs. As much as he enjoys the friction of the other's hand on his cock, he'd enjoy a different type of friction more. ] It feels like you're more determined to leave me bedridden than he did.

[ It takes little effort to pull his hips back, and if he happens to draw out the slow drag of his dick over the other's abdomen to paint his body in even more pre-cum, he really can't be blamed. When faced with someone like Zhongli who could resist debauching him?

By all rights he should be tired, should be on the verge of passing out with what had happened to him today plus a round of mind-blowing sex on top of that, but... Zhongli just had a way of keeping him going. He accepts that, now, as he lowers a hand to angle himself, granting the other man's leg its freedom in the process. Despite how hard he'd gone before his cock still looks intimidating when presented before Zhongli's hole, but he knows better than anyone that he could definitely fit, and the other man would gladly welcome him in.

Childe fists himself gently to slick his dick up with the pre-cum he'd been oozing over Zhongli's stomach, pulling at his cock while his attention remains riveted on Zhongli's winking entrance. Once he's deemed himself ready, as wet and as hard as he was ever going to get - enough to soothe his impatience, anyway - he gently lowers his cock and presses in, slow, building pressure that culminates in a groan when the mushroomed head of his dick pops inside with virtually no resistance. He's quick to feed the rest of his cock into him, knowing Zhongli is more than capable of taking it, and the gradual slide back inside the other man feels a lot like coming home. ]

Ah... you're still kinda... wet inside....

[ Zhongli shouldn't be further endurance any of this, but he's too far gone in being fascinated and addicted not just by the sex, but by the array of emotions — the faces Childe let's him see.

Receiving Childe's cock love more has him making the most sensual of moans, eyes rolling back some before they close fully. Yes, he can feel the stickiness and dashing squelches of the other moving inside of him pricing that he is still wet. Zhongli consists what to say — or not, he really doesn't, instead picking the dirtiest thing that comes to his mind first. ] Mm... I held some of it in. [ his eyes open now, a flicker of the pooling lust he's feeling before further speaking, voice a little quieter now and a bit more gutteral. ] So I could have a taste of you, still, later if you weren't interested in more sex.

[ whether it's true or not, talking about it makes Zhongli involuntarily shiver and his muscles squeeze a bit around Childe's dick, as if emphasizing
the other should definitely leave even more cum. Reaching up he pulls the other's face close to his, brushing their noses together affectionately and humming a wishful thought before slipping him tongue into Childe's mouth to dominate him in a different way. ] If only I could keep you...

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