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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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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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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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?
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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.) ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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....
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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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fortunately, the other sees fit to dominate his mouth with a kiss, and he's quick to lose himself in it with a strangled, choked sort of groan. Childe pours as much of himself into the kiss as he can, crushing his mouth to Zhongli's and letting the man know just how attractive he found him. he angles his head in such a way he can sink his teeth into the other's lower lip before plunging his tongue past it, tangling with and dominating the other's own in an act of pure, unadulterated want.
it takes hands on Zhongli's hips and a significant amount of self-control before he can pull away, and he peppers kisses all along the Liyuen's shoulders and neck as though to make up for it. ]
Fuck... fuck, you can't just tell me those things, Zhongli. [ the words come on a breathy laugh, fond and warm and affectionate. god - god, if only he could keep Zhongli for himself. this pretty, vivacious foreigner warming his bed every night? it was like a dream come true. he'd never be left wanting ever again. ]
You can't say that... not if you want to walk out of here in the morning. [ he punctuates this by rolling his hips forward with a wet squelch, ensuring the entire girth and length of his cock was buried as deep inside Zhongli as it possibly could. he can feel himself pressing against his stomach from the inside and he finds himself freeing a hand to blindly grope around his abdomen, pressing down to feel the shape of his cock and the depth of his penetration. ]
Maybe I'll blow your back out anyway, just so you can't leave me cold in the morning. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Being fucked so hard you couldn't roll out of bed, waiting for me to wake up so I could fuck you open on my cock all over again?
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It's disappointing when the other gains enough control to pull back, but it's hard to truly complain when Childe's mouth is on his neck and shoulders. He shivers, the touch feeling good even with his skin already raw and bruised from that same mouth and its possessive nature. A sultry moan will escape his lips in the form of a sigh, listening to the other speak, but it becomes a sharp cry when Childe rolls his hips and ensures that he is as deep inside as possible.
Mm... the feeling of being taken is truly incredible and he clearly conveys such a thought even while in silence as he stares at Childe.
Just when Zhongli thinks the other won't be able to drag out any more unintended responses, though, his body betrays him by violently twitching with a wincing shudder when Childe presses down against his abdomen to feel his own girth inside of Zhongli. He certainly can feel every inch of Childe's cock without the added pressure, but feeling the other's hand add such makes that presence inside of him unable to be ignored. He attempts to breathe in to catch his breath, but even that stutters off into a hushed moan, especially hearing those filthy words start to spill from Childe's mouth.
How can Zhongli resist something that sounds so enticing?
Running his fingers through the other's hair, he offers a pretty smile with his face flush and eyes ever wanting. ] Such delicious consequences... I would like that very much. After all ... I can't think of a better way to spend my time than with your cock inside of me. [ he shifts his legs to wrap around Childe's waist now in a possessive manner, all the while his voice is gentle and almost innocently curious despite what he says. He even tilts his head just so to give a particularly cute inquisitive display. ]
What about you? I would stay and wait for you all day, be ready for you to fuck the moment you return. I'd even finger myself while you were away so you could continue right where you left off, if it pleased you. So long as you promised to break me every night so I can't leave you, I would fulfill every desire of yours. Would you also like that, Tartaglia...?
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he likes that. he definitely likes that.
if Childe were at all aware of the fate that would befall him upon coming to Liyue, his future as the bedmate of the twin of Liyue's mafia head, doubtless he would have prepared better.
there would probably be time for that later. for now - Zhongli was waiting.
the rhythm he starts up is short, almost deceptively gentle; his hips pull back, dragging with it the few remnants of cum in thick, viscous globs that ooze down Zhongli's pale, pretty thighs. he can see where it shines pretty on his cock before the shower washes it away and down the drain, feel it smother and coat his flesh where he's still got the tip buried inside the other man. with a slow roll forward that's as easy and soft as the cadence of breathing, he reseats himself, stretching out Zhongli's tight insides again as he plunges in and settles in deep.
he's still moving, still fucking inside of him in languid rolls of his hips when he speaks again, voice a low murmur barely heard above the spray of water. ]
You'd reduce yourself to being nothing but my cocksleeve, Zhongli? [ even if the words could be taken as degrading, as tearing down the other man and reducing him to nothing better than an experienced whore, there's nevertheless a fond note of affection in his voice. ] Only existing to be fucked by me, to be filled again and again until I'm satisfied? You wouldn't want to leave if it meant depriving yourself of my cock?