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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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[ the ringing of the phone makes him jump, less so because it was overtly loud and more because it was something he hadn't expected. as Rex Lapis answers the phone with a commanded "leave", Childe considers letting things go in favor of going to go and take care of his newfound problem.

but then the man starts speaking Snezhnayan, and he thinks he knows who is on the other line - or at the very least, he has an idea of it. he watches, dumbstruck, as the mafia head takes up conversation in his mother tongue, and he's actually so impressed that he finds it a much harder endeavor to get rid of his "little" problem.

so he makes no secret of listening, sitting himself on the edge of the other man's desk and staring at him. ]

[ Rex Lapis is silent as he listens to the other end of the phone, staring at Childe who is somehow doing the exact opposite of what he told him a moment ago.

How unsurprising. Eventually he closes his eyes whether to avoid staring at Childe or in exasperation of him being there or perhaps the conversation he is currently on the receiving end of, all with little to be said from his own. He doesn't seem to answer anything beyond yes or no questions, but eventually he will speak at length again. ]

The product reacted very strangely. I do not believe they are in an acceptable satisfactory state to be successfully marketed even underground. Number eleven did not fare well under the influences. Anyone unused to such things will react that much worse. To me, it was decently calming. Nevertheless, if I have everyone who is exposed to it react the same way as this Fatuus, then my tolerance level will not matter.

... Back to my original concern. I do not wish to house your assassin for long. Make arrangements to pick him up or I will drag him back to Snezhnaya myself. You do not want me in Snezhnaya. I am very busy and such a would be extremely inconvenient to me.

[ somehow, he's pretty sure that Rex is talking about him. in front of him. if the language wasn't a dead giveaway, the way the other didn't look at him cemented his suspicions.

his gaze narrows further and he leans in, staring the Liyuen in the face and trying to will him to open his eyes and look at him. he doesn't speak - certain that if he knows who the other person is on the other end of the line, that it'll be as good as axing his own mission - and instead fixes the other man with a baleful, glowering look.

for good measure he reaches out, pushing on his chair to see if that little jostling will get him to open his eyes. ]

[ Rex Lapis opens his eyes to stare straight at Childe. Despite the close proximity, he seems unbothered by the personal space intrusion. That or he finds the situation being regarded over the phone as more important than making space between them.

Really, though, what nerve. This may be about Childe, but it's not his business. It could have been, if he wasn't such a stubborn brat and just accepted the offer to be sent home, but he didn't. ]

[ the fact that he doesn't address what's going on, treats him like he's not even in the room, like he's so insignificantly weak so as to not even matter -- that rubs him the wrong way in more ways than one. if Rex Lapis had stopped his phone call to give him his undivided attention, perhaps that would have been better. it's very obvious he's speaking to someone from his home country.

a muscle in his jaw tightens, his lips pulling into a strained smile. the man's completely calm, unruffled demeanor pisses him off like nothing else, and while he knows he could just as easily resort to physical violence to get some kind of reaction out of him, he's got something else in mind.

perhaps it's because he looks so much like Zhongli that he finds it easy to consider this alternative method at catching his attention. maybe he wants to see how far he can push the man before he's punished, and his earlier comment to Zhongli about his brother needing to get laid just so happened to stand out in the forefront of his mind. whatever the case he's giving the other another hard, forceful shove, pushing his chair back a few inches - and then settling himself on his knees before him, his hands kneading and then pushing apart the other's thighs to make room for himself. ]

[ Rex Lapis doesn't anticipate the shove, but it prepares him for a potential incoming blow that he's going to have to deal with while remaining on the phone. Although he does not need to pay respects to another boss or their ambassador on the phone, it's always been his protocol. He does not hang up abruptly or end conversations when they become trying, at least with business partners. Assassin's like Childe do not count. He would have been better off losing as a diplomat first and an assassin second.

The blow never comes, however and the mafia boss is admittedly confused, especially when he realizes Childe is still taking action of some kind and touching him. He doesn't resist, but that's because he is truly clueless as to what the other has in mind. Sure, he had that conversation last night about the boss needing to get laid as Zhongli, but it doesn't even cross his mind a little bit. He still continues with his phone call without missing a beat, requesting (begrudgingly) what their alternative proposal is.

Childe at least has his visual attention now, though. It's... undeniable progress. ]

[ with Rex Lapis's legs spread enough for him to around, closing the distance between them and slipping beneath his desk is an easy feat. his hands keep the man's thighs opened, squeezing for just a moment as he makes himself comfortable before they meet at the fastening of his pants.

Childe will wait until there's a lull in the conversation just to be nice, wait until the other stops speaking and starts listening, and then he quickly drops his gaze to the task at hand and starts to undo the man's pants.

it's not as if he planned to actually get on his knees and suck Rex Lapis's dick, he'd only wanted to tease him a little, push him and see how far he could go until he got a reaction. the fact that the man's gaze had already fixed on him was a step in the right direction and filled him with a selfish, innate pleasure at the thought of getting under the man's skin. he could be petty when he wanted to be. ]

[ There's the slightest hiss in warning to Childe to keep his hands to himself when he decides to start undoing the fasterner to his pants. Of all the bratty and petty things he could pick to do!

Unwilling and untrusting of him not to take his too far, he grabs defensively at the waist of his pants where the fastener is to block those hands, glaring down at the other to just try and keep going. Unfortunately, one hand is all Rex can spare because he's holding his phone with the other and still has to listen and conversate.

What a handful... and Rex Lapis for the first time (though he will not show it) is uncertain of what he's going to do if the other keeps going in this direction. There is no way he is giving him the chance to do anything sexual, especially with how easily and willing Zhongli was over Childe's cock.

Besides, he's still hurting from last night. ]

[ turnabout's fair play, after all, and the glare that Rex levels at him is met with a smug look of his own. the man's refusal to put the phone down or even hang up the call will end up being his own undoing, since that means it's easy to bat his hand away and forcibly pull and tug at his pants in order to get it open. as much as he thinks it would be better to simply bend Rex over the desk and fuck him stupid, he remembers how the man had bested him in battle easily and figures that he might have to re-evaluate his methods if he wants to come out on top.

besides - this was just as if not more satisfying. seeing the glare on the man's previously unruffled expression filled him with a high he hadn't felt in some time. it was almost akin to knowing he was getting under someone's skin and knowing he had an advantage over them, whether it be through combat or through other means. this was simply one of those times where it was an "other mean".

his eyes dart to the phone in the man's hand. whoever is on the other line is still obviously going on and, from where he's kneeling, he can't quite make out who it is beyond a tinny little voice coming out from the mouthpiece. this is fine, he thinks. it's not like he himself plans to be making any noise, here, and it's with that thought in mind that he pulls his hand away just long enough to open his mouth and fit the seal of his lips firmly over the crest of the man's crotch.

it might not have as strong an effect as if it had been over Rex Lapis's bare skin, but even through the fabric of his pants he can probably feel the heat and the pressure as he rolls his tongue over his bulge, thoroughly moistening the cloth before he applies just the gentle pressure of teeth.

his intent is clear. he's gonna suck him off right here if he doesn't find some way to stop him. ]

[ This brat. Unfortunately, in Rex Lapis' eyes, this means that he can't just cave now because the other will get it in his head he can do this again or something even bolder. He's not sure if Childe managed to bend him over that he'd be able to tell his own handiwork considering his incredible state of denial, but at best he would know that if someone was able to fuck him, then he probably could, too. Childe does not need that type of power or knowledge. It's not like he'd let him, anyway... he's quite sure. Flashbacks from last night don't make him feel overly confident in that statement, but surely at worst he can maintain his power over Childe as "Rex Lapis" and resort to being dominated only while he believes him to be "Zhongli."

He would have thought Childe too prideful for something like this, but apparently he doesn't view sucking cock the same way the Mafia head does. In the other's defense, too, it's admittedly certainly an alternative way of control, but, really he would have thought sucking dick was viewed as submission by a Snezhnayan...!

(Then again, perhaps Childe's just terribly convincing he'll go all the way and he has no plans to.)

He still doesn't say anything, but admittedly has to wince with Childe's mouth suddenly on his crotch. He does his absolute best to ignore him, at least in the sense of not letting it arouse him any more than he already has been from their scuffling.

Belligerently, the head of the family looks pointedly away from Childe, refusing to give him that satisfaction and instead use his free hand to try and push Childe's head away, anyway. He could grab his hair, but something tells him that will just encourage the other. Maybe this, too, will encourage him, but... he doesn't have any faith anymore the other will stop shy of actually doing it if he lets him continue without any action on his part.

He can almost hear the smugness in her tone as much as he already saw it on her little assassin's face when she finds out about all this absurdity. He breathes out through his nose in an attempt to calm himself, making extra efforts to continue speaking in the foreign tongue and definitely not think about the idiot between his legs. This child certainly has a death wish, doesn't he! ]

I fail to understand why you have brought that up. Then again, I fail to also comprehend that you have caused this situation in the first place. My patience is vast, but not endless.

[ He shoves rather hard at Childe's head when he says that, the smallest growl underlying his tone. Stop it! Now.

Keep his bad ideas to himself and don't drag him into them. ]

Edited 2022-01-31 16:04 (UTC)

[ the shoves do little to dislodge him, only making Childe grin up from where he's situated between Rex Lapis's legs. it's easy to see the kind of effect he has on him, easy to see the way his cock strains against the dampened fabric of his crotch, and there's something reassuring in knowing that beneath all the intimidation and the power Rex is just another man.

it gives Childe a level of control he's happy to take, and he intends to thoroughly milk it - and Rex - for all it's worth.

after making sure he's at least in the man's field of vision he gives him a playful, flirty wink, lifting his fingers to his lips in a gesture to keep quiet. despite having some inkling of who he's on the phone with he doesn't let that stop him, his fingers making quick work of the fastenings of the other's trousers and opening his pants up to bare him to the air and his searching gaze.

there's a moment where he briefly considers if he's really getting his revenge on the man by doing so. what's to stop Rex from simply hanging up the phone and beating the shit out of him? Childe is hinging everything on this being a super-important phone call, one he can't hang up on. if it weren't... well, maybe if he's quick he can get the man's dick in his mouth before everything goes to shit.

it takes little effort to fish him out of his pants, and this close Childe finds himself immediately taken with the girth and size of the man's cock. bare fingers cradle the hefty weight like it's a precious treasure, his eyes raking over it from base to tip, lingering on the slit at the top with the sort of stare that betrays his interest.

already his mouth is watering and he blames it on whatever drug he'd been administered and the fact that the man is Zhongli's identical twin that he's being affected this way. it's easy enough to pretend it's Zhongli before him, easy to rustle up some kind of interest when he gets into the mindset that he's doing this to someone he'd been smitten and taken with at first sight - and with that thought in mind he parts his lips and immediately seals his mouth over the head, tongue licking a long, wet stripe over the slit before pointing and digging into it. ]

[ he can't hang up the phone, but as soon as he gets off the phone he has full plans to exact revenge. Rex also wonders briefly if perhaps he can resist whatever Childe tries to pull, even as he watches in slight concern at the way Childe holds his cock, the way he looks at it likes it's something to be wholly admired.

That, of course, is immediately forgotten as an option when the other puts his mouth on his dick. The Mafia leader winces but stays well enough in control despite the pleasure and excitement his body is betraying him with. When Childe's tongue dig into his slit, though, a hitch of breath turns into a low hiss, his free hand gripping tightly around the arm rest. No, no, no— damn it! Is he affected so easily because of what he did with him as Zhongli last night?

It's hard to forget all that, hard to forget how much he had enjoyed himself and the things he said to the other. This isn't the time now, though. He's a completely different beast right now, and one that can't be giving Childe power over him, especially not via sex. The thought of the other teasing him with dirty words about how easily the head of the family can become such a needy slut is far too vivid for his liking. He's still banking the other wouldn't dare, but Rex Lapis is considering his options on how to handle it, anyway. He starts not even really hearing the phone conversation, just his own frantic thoughts with each twitch and shiver forced out of him as Childe has his way with his cock.

Rex Lapis isn't aware, but with his eyes squeezed shut and his head off to one side as if to double make sure he doesn't steal a peek at the person sucking him off, his flushed face attempting to keep everything in is rather... cute. How he struggles to resist versus how easily Zhongli opened up to it is a stark contrast. Funny how the "cute and innocent" one in sex isn't necessarily his "brother" when compared. Even if it's not actually true, and that's on top of him and Zhongli being the same person.

How goddamn humiliating. ]

[ he can feel as well as see the tension in the man's body when he doubles down on his attentions, the way that Rex Lapis's thighs tense and his head turns away with the desire to hold in all the noises he's making. if Childe were a lesser person he might decide to go easy on him, because maybe this was and important phone call and maybe the mafia head did have to do business at this exact moment. perhaps it was even a matter of life or death and he was discussing the fate of some unfortunate lackey under his command, and here Childe was sucking him off without anyone being any the wiser.

but then he remembers the shitty reception he'd received. sure, it'd been well deserved, but the fact that Rex was so easily able to subdue him with a cheap trick like that didn't sit well with him. so he'll play with him a little longer.

there's still just enough of him out that anyone coming into the room might be able to see, so to avoid any unwanted detection Childe takes the opportunity to scoot himself completely under the desk so that not even the top of his tawny hair can be seen. a bit of maneuvering has him settling comfortably back between the mafia head's legs, and he braces both hands on his trousers as he angles up, letting his tongue loll out enough that the other's cock can pillow nicely on it.

his gaze never once leaves Rex Lapis's face, drinking in his expression and all his reactions and willing the other man to watch as he suddenly bounces his head down, taking him all the way to the root and feeling the head of his cock push snugly into his throat.

it's there that he holds him, swallowing, shuddering and trying not to choke. tears prick the corners of his eyes as the need to breath intensifies, but he only pulls off when he can feel his vision dimming and breathing becomes more of a struggle, sliding up in one smooth, controlled motion with a harsh sucking noise that ends in a wet pop when he pulls off the head. his other hand comes up to grip and pump the slick girth, the wet, obscene sound of skin over slick skin almost too-loud in the silence between Rex's words, and he dips his head down to take him in to his throat again with a low, guttural moan of approval.

whether or not Rex is looking doesn't matter; he's really getting into it, and he's hardly pushed himself halfway down his dick before he's rising again, falling into a steady, even rhythm of bobbing his head over his cock and thoroughly slicking it up with laps and curls of his tongue. there isn't a single inch of Rex's dick that isn't coated with saliva, not a single patch of skin left unkissed or unlicked, and the man can probably see for himself how attentive and thorough Childe is via how slick his cock is becoming under his ministrations. ]

[ the silence giving way to squelching sounds is unfortunately very tempting. still, he's mostly able to keep himself under control.

When Rex speaks, though, his normally perfect words and even tone are continuously defiled with hitches or moans that edge their way out as the words flow.

Eventually the call comes to a close, with her suggesting he seems to have some penny up frustrations to deal with and should take test from his work.

Her commentary doesn't help his mood one bit and he slams the phone down before burying his head in his arms on the desk. His growl is well heard, however,even as he brings his foot to kick at Childe. This is his last damn warning. ] Get. Away. From. Me.

Edited 2022-02-07 23:31 (UTC)

[ even though there's a part of him that wants to continue, wants to bring Rex to his inevitably messy finish, Childe has gotten what he wants. there's some satisfaction in leaving the man unfulfilled, as well, and it's with an exaggerated slurp as he pulls off the mafia head's dick that he finally detaches himself, sitting back on his heels and swiping at his jaw with a hand.

the taste of Rex Lapis sits prominent and high on his tongue, and he takes a moment to thoroughly indulge, swallowing down what trace amounts are left in his mouth before gently pushing the man's chair back and sliding himself out from underneath. ]

I hope that phone call of yours wasn't too important. [ it's all he can do to keep the simpering tone from his voice, his eyes bright and dancing with mischief and victory. ] Boss.

[ there's an ache in his jaw and in his throat and over his lips, but it's worth it for the reaction he's gotten, he thinks. he only wishes it hadn't come to this. ]

[ really, Rex Lapis had every intention of letting him go despite being severely pissed off since he finally backed off. He doesn't look at the other the entire time, too humiliated and just willing to let Childe walk away with this victory if it means getting the other away from him. Unfortunately, the other has to speak, which gets Rex to look at him, and he sees those eyes.

This won't do. If he were more humble about his victory, he could have gotten away with it, but if he wants to be paid attention to this badly, then fine.

Without warning, Rex Lapis grabs Childe by the collar and drags him onto the desk with his back against it, absolutely uncaring about anything that goes crashing, clattering, or scattering to the floor. The force he uses to keep Childe pinned is to be reckoned with, even as his other hand goes down to Childe's pants to yank them down enough to fully exposed him and not be in the Mafia boss's way. Using his free hand he'll grab one of the other's leg to lift up over his shoulder out of his way for clear access to that entrance of his. ]

And I hope that you can take cock raw so that it doesn't hurt too much. [ oh, but Rex really wants it to hurt, Childe doesn't even know how furious the Mafia head is that he's willing to do something like this after refusing and continuously avoiding it for quite some time. He hopes it hurts enough that Childe looks at his "Zhongli" and can't forget this and it absolutely ruins him for Childe.

There's really no preparation whatsoever, Rex just forcing his engorged and slickened cock inside of Childe once he is able to get it to line up with his entrance. He pushes before pulling back and then thrusts back in to spread him apart further and repeats the motions until he gets his cock completely sheathed. He hopes it's not pleasant, but if Childe really is some masochist and it is in any way, whatever.

At the very least, Rex gets to get release and his pent up frustrations out. That's all he cares about, truth be told. Now that he's worked up, it just isn't going to go down so easily on its own; and like hell he's suffering for this brat's sake after everything he's pulled to get them to this point. ]

[ the moment he felt fingers in his collar, yanking him around to slam him onto the desk Childe feels adrenaline spike within him alongside a potent rush of danger and battlelust. the prospect of getting his long-awaited fight - a real, proper fight and not one that was tipped in Rex Lapis's favor with the use of drugs or some other such thing - was something he would gladly kill for, and the thought that he's completely unarmed and at the man's mercy is second to the sheer elation he feels at finally getting what he wants.

but those thoughts are immediately dashed when he feels hands yanking and wresting his pants down, freeing his half-hard cock from the confines of his trousers and exposing his ass to the other's attentions. not that there would be much of that, and it's only when Childe sees for himself the direction that this is going that panic begins to set in.

immediately he starts squirming, bucking and writhing and shoving at the man over him, but Rex Lapis is practically a mountain of man and utterly immovable. Childe has scarcely enough time to register that he's guiding the tip of his blunt, swollen cock against his ass before the man suddenly rams in, and the combination of pain and disbelief that he's actually pushed the other to such lengths has Childe crying out, fingers tearing and twisting at his shirt while he kicks uselessly.

admittedly, it's not as bad as it could have been given Childe's earlier attentions, but it still hurts. it definitely isn't the sort of first time he might have envisioned for himself, and his body knows it. already he can feel himself trying to push the invader away, trying to shove Rex out instinctively above and below.

it hurts like nothing he's ever felt before, like he's being split apart from the inside. he's always had a high pain tolerance but this is definitely something else, and as the tears prick the corners of his eyes, as he gasps and his chest heaves with pained breaths, he does the first thing that comes to mind.

shaking fingers draw back into a fist, and with a wheeze he punches Rex in the jaw as hard as he can. ]

[ Rex has no choice but to get punched considering his position, especially as he finds himself rather fixated on Childe's reactions. Still, it doesn't really do much in terms of getting the Mafia boss off of him. In fact, it just encourages him to begin moving sooner than he would have. What he's done seems to have inflicted the shock and pain on the assassin as desired, enough that it does ease Rex's ire to the point he isn't pounding Childe into the desk with his thrusts. Besides, the other is incredibly tight for him, which already had him about to see stars before getting punched.

Nevertheless, Rex speaks quietly, something closer to his usual demeanor (but still pretty far from it) even as he rocks his hips to continue fucking the other. ] Are you disappointed? [ there're a few strained huffs before he speaks again. ] Don't worry, you're far too tight for this to go on long. You should be grateful.

[ for what he doesn't say. ] The less you struggle the quicker it'll be over with.

Fuck you. [ he hisses, venomous and spiteful and edged in breathy pain. it's almost unsurprising that the hit didn't really do much, but he's always been persistent, always a thorn in someone's side and it doesn't take long before he's pulling his fist back to do it again.

this is a new low, he thinks, even for someone like Rex who would joke about killing off his own brother like it were nothing. as much as Childe wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt that he wouldn't murder Zhongli in cold blood - there were too many disadvantages for him, he thought, and besides that how could anyone look at Zhongli and want to do him harm? it didn't make any sense - if Rex were capable of doing this he shuddered to think about how he might treat family if they got in his way.

laid out as he is over the desk there's not a whole lot he can do to try and push himself off the other's dick, and his leg squirms uselessly where it's thrown over Rex Lapis's shoulder before he slide it over in an attempt to put pressure on his neck. doing so may or may not tighten him up considerably over the other man, and the sensation of the mafia head fucking into him is intensified along with the bright flare of pain that abruptly peters off into something... more.

his previously deflated cock gives an interested twitch. a sneer curls his lips, and with a sudden burst of strength, he fists a hand roughly into Rex's hair and yanks him down into a biting, bruising kiss meant to hurt as much as shut him up. ]

[ Rex Lapis smirks. Childe sure doesn't know how to gain pity, does he? He avoids the second hit but pulling back just enough for it to miss before he continues. He does clench his teeth when Childe tightens about him, far less concerned about the pressure of that leg since he can basically use his hold to pull it away if it gets too much.

What Rex doesn't expect, however, is Childe's sudden burst of strength— which could honestly have been used for so many other attempted actions—used to force him down to crush lips with the other. Eyes wide in momentarily disbelief, he closes them in frustration (and discomfort) before he's indulging and returning the kiss to the other albeit less aggressively. (He's fucking the other, it's fine to be more submissive in the kiss.) It hurts, certainly, he's not immune to pain, but not enough that he can't stand it and has to force himself to get out of the kiss. He isn't thrilled with Childe's stunt, but he imagines it's the drug still in his system as much as the other's that compels him to stay in the kiss rather than back off.]

[ despite the roughness that he'd started the kiss out with, it's easy enough to fall into Rex Lapis's rhythm despite what he's doing to him right now. it's a welcome distraction from the way his body is adjusting to the sudden intrusion, the sting of raw penetration eased a little by a combination of the spit-slick he'd coated the mafia head's dick with and also his own adaptability. in the face of intrusive, overwhelming pain his mind tries to put a damper on it, tries to rewire his body enough that he can focus enough to move - and Rex Lapis is big enough that he hits the good spots deep inside, so it's less effort than one might think to adjust.

it also really doesn't help that he looks just like Zhongli, and while he'd loved fucking the man's brains out last night the thought of someone as lovely and demure and sexy as Zhongli taking him instead is very, very appealing.

so gradually, the clench becomes less severe. he's still tight, still tense, but the ease of his muscles means that it's less painful on Childe's end, as well. the kiss becomes less biting, as well, but no less rough, and it doesn't take much longer for his tongue to flick out to taste the man for himself while also letting him taste remnants of his pre-cum and cock in Childe's mouth.

eventually he has to pull away for breath and when he does it's to bump his forehead against Rex's own, breathing out harsh and sharp in the space between them. there's a swear in Snezhnayan - something about calling him 'compensating' and 'asshole' - and the tears in his eyes finally spill down his cheeks, teeth gritting before he suddenly bucks, either in an attempt to dislodge the mafia head or pull him in deeper on the next thrust. ]

[ Hmph. Rex grimaces at the sudden buck of Childe's hips, it forcing him in deeper and faster than expected, which still is uncomfortable despite the pleasure starting to kick in.

However, he ignores that in favor of tilting his head to lick the tears sliding along Childe's cheeks. It's strangely affectionate rather than mocking in any manner, and Rex lets his hand on Childe's chest slide down to his stomach before remaining there. The Harbinger will feel a sudden pulse of something, and, as it spreads through him, the pain he's feeling is eased and ultimately numbed. The pleasure, however, is left as is to be felt and consume.

As much as one can enjoy such a thing happening to them, anyway. ]

[ while he's not surprised that Rex stills at his previous action, the hand on his stomach makes him startle, as does the tongue licking at his tears. he almost can't believe what he's feeling but, after the other tilts his head to get better access to his cheek, Childe finds himself letting out a short, sharp little burst of laughter.

in the lull that follows he finds himself dropping both hands to Rex's chest to give him another shove with all his strength. the pain in his backside gradually fades, leaving him with only the dull, pleasurable throb in his stomach and along his interested dick.

another drug, maybe? he wouldn't put it past him. ]

Get out of me.

[ Rex Lapis considers the demand, his ire a bit further calmed. Mm... he should say no, especially since he's not finished (especially since Childe takes advantage of every reprieve he gives him,) but he decides to entertain the idea. ]

If I do, will you get out of my sight?

[ while it would be in his best interests to take the out he’s essentially being given… there’s something nagging at him, something that makes this feel like him giving in and admitting defeat. admittedly there isn’t as much pain in his ass as much anymore, and the tears have, for the most part, stopped largely because of that.

Rex is asking him to give up, to walk out of here and let him have his victory. the competitive person in him won’t allow that. ]

… promise me Zhongli, and I will.

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