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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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Yes, the easiest way would be to take the passageway to the docks that you used to arrive here. The fastest way would be to get a ride from a taxi. [ Zhongli will assume Childe wants to take the longer but more direct route of going on foot.
He will direct Childe if the assassin seems uncertain how to arrive back in the tunnels. Luckily, it is quite straightforward—head downstairs to the basement (which is fully finished) and the passageway is just one of many that can be taken, marked with an art painting of Liyue featuring the harbor. The other passageway entrances have other and equally lovely paintings to one side of them, all depicting a different parts of Liyue. ]
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in little to no time at all they're emerging out of the tunnel and eventually find their way to the docks. true to his word Childe makes sure to handle Zhongli appropriately and doesn't let go of his hand the entire way. when speed and furtiveness becomes a necessity he's quick to help him with his luggage, and when they find themselves at the docks he leaves Zhongli for only a moment to go and converse with a few unassuming dockhands that possess the same tawny-colored hair as him.
snatches of their conversation might reach Zhongli on a passing breeze, but it's nothing of consequence and nothing he's sure that the man understands. a lot of it is fanciful phrases that don't make a lick of sense, something about clenching hands and dishes and the more direct request of "having a go with the pretty one" that's accompanied with a particularly salacious look in Zhongli's direction.
Childe's pleasantly Snezhnayan response is to threaten to cut off their hands and gouge out their eyes if they so much as look in Zhongli's direction, and the matter is left at that. a few moments later and he returns to Zhongli's side, smiling warmly at him and ushering him aboard a boat that's deceptively small but quite sturdy enough to brave even the choppiest of waters. the bow of the ship is rounded, marking it as the sort of vessel able to break through thinner patches of ice should they come across them in their voyage, and there are rooms below deck that are a mixture of cramped and leaking.
mercifully, Childe leads Zhongli to a cozy, private one sequestered off the main hall. with a lock on the door and a spacious bed for two, it's definitely cozy enough to make the journey in relative comfort. various other furniture's tucked here and there, and there's even a little bathroom hidden away for their own private use with a standing shower and a toilet that's little more than a hole opened up over the ocean. ]
You can sleep now, if you want. We've got a long journey ahead of us.
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Zhongli is still relatively quizzical once Childe returns, but he offers a gentle smile in return to the warm one given by the assassin. As he's lead by the hand onto the boat and to the room where they will be staying, Zhongli remembers reading a story about a scenario like this of sorts— although they were lovers. It still prompts the question: those in the story eloped within three days of meeting one another, but what exactly are he and Childe? Although what Childe is doing is actually harmless from the Liyue side of things, the assassin is under the impression that Rex Lapis is going to be quite unamused when he discovers that they have both vanished and perhaps pursue. It doesn't mean Zhongli is feeling so certain about how Childe plans to deal with having him in Snezhnaya. If the Tsaritsa wanted Rex Lapis dead, her other assassins will certainly not believe (nor care, even if it were true) that he is the mafia head's twin brother. Perhaps the only option for Zhongli is to find a way to meet with the Tsaritsa herself and understand what she is truly playing at in all of this.
Zhongli will finally glance at Childe, letting his baggage down before gently tugging the other towards the bed. ] You are not leaving, are you? If you must, can you spare some time for me, first?
[ other than asking for the plush whale, this is the first time he's asking for something directly from Childe, and he hopes it's not too much. He's not afraid, but the idea of being left alone leaves him a little unsettled for some reason that he can't place. ]
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but Childe definitely won't complain. he'd had Zhongli enough times last night - was it really only last night??? - that his body still felt the echoes of their sex, still stirred and warmed with interest just from being around the other man.
they did have a long journey ahead of them, after all. ]
But if you are... I'd be more than happy to help you with that. [ his fingers gently alight on Zhongli's cheek, cupping it, thumb brushing in the space just under his lip in a gesture that's more affectionate than it has any right to be. ] Snezhnaya is very cold, after all. We should make sure you're nice and warm at all times.
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Zhongli feels silly, but he can't help the slight elation at Childe's affectionate touch: everything about him feels warm and safe and sincere. He shouldn't feel this way around anyone, and yet... (the difference is harsher than night and day in how he behaves with Rex Lapis to Zhongli — it's perhaps almost impossible to do anything but fall for him.)
As for how this looks, well, Zhongli hasn't thought of it, but the look Childe gives him along with his words seems enough to make Zhongli aware of the suggestive nature — and overall he doesn't mind in the least desire seeming a bit shy from the flush to his cheeks. Eyes quite soft and doe-like, he glances towards the bed before back at Childe again. Rex Lapis did leave the assassin unsatisfied, so Zhongli will make sure to pick up the slack.
With a small smile, he sits at the edge of the bed to remove his shoes before tugging the other down next to do the same if he hasn't begun already.
As soon as Childe finishes, Zhongli will move to catch his lips with his own, but not before responding to the assassin finally. ] I'm so very cold, already. Please, warm me up.
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[ right as he says that the foghorn sounds, cutting through the air and announcing their departure. the boat creaks as the anchor's lifted and the sail dropped, and the steady beat of oars to launch them off the docks sounds in steady slaps against the still water.
there's fortunately nothing on the nightstand in the room that needs to be secured, and Zhongli's own luggage will lean over just a smidge as the boat rocks and properly rights itself. Childe doesn't pay attention to any of this, because Zhongli chooses at that moment to look at him softly, tenderly, and like the first time all over again he can't help but be drawn into him.
their shoes get dropped off the side but he doesn't look over, doesn't look at anything that isn't the man beside him. he's kissing him, now, and Childe is hardly the sort of person to not take what he wants so it takes little prompting for him to return the kiss, cupping at the other's face and angling him properly to deepen it.
he chuckles, soft and warm and affectionate, and gently presses a hand against Zhongli's shoulder to guide him back onto the mattress. ]
We can't have that, now can we? How would you like me to warm you up... [ he's quick to follow, leaning his head over Zhongli's own and licking at the seam of his lips playfully. ] ... Zhongli?
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It's not that he doesn't know what he wants, it's more how he wants to say it to entice Childe. Bringing his palms to cup either side of the other's face, he stares up at him with a pretty smile. ] Did you want to cuddle? It will make sleeping easier and be very warm.
[ yes, he's deliberately avoiding saying he wants sex even though now that it's been brought to his attention he most certainly does want it. they have a long journey, there's no need to rush. Also, he may be a little too shy to ask so boldly and directly for such since his inhibitions are not quite so lowered as they were last night. ]
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as the boat creaks and the faint sound of the waves lapping against the hull drift by, Childe lets his hand settle on the other man's hips before he lays himself down and gently rolls Zhongli over to tuck into himself. the grip he has on him turns into an arm sliding across his side, pulling him in close so he can rest his chin on the other's head and snuggle up to him like he'd asked him to.
he has half a mind to simply leave it at that. it wasn't as though Zhongli had any reason to be shy after everything they'd done. teasing the brunet seemed almost second nature and a mild form of revenge after he'd been made to buy that expensive whale-toy for him. ]
You know, if you're this cold and we haven't even gotten to Snezhnaya yet this might be a problem, Zhongli...
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The other is incredibly warm, and Zhongli shivers a little as he indulges. Who would have thought the embrace of another person could be so satisfying? ]
Mm, it is fine. I will stay in bed all day and wait for your return if the cold is too much stuffing the days. [ it won't be, but... ]
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[ the prospect prompts a few other images, as well, since if Zhongli was lounging around waiting for him he didn't really need to wear clothes. the longer he spends around the man the more he feels any unease and uncertainty about his mission fading away into the background, as though in the face of Zhongli it quickly lost its power over him.
Childe knows he's getting ridiculously, stupidly attached to someone who was related to the target he was supposed to kill. he knows this, and yet all it takes to dispel his own lingering doubts about what he's doing, his guilt over failing his mission is one look at Zhongli's tender gaze and his soft smile. nothing else seems to matter in the face of that. ]
Maybe in something cute and black and lacy? Something to really emphasize this gift you've got back here. [ his hand immediately finds its way to Zhongli's ass, clasping one of his cheeks in hand and giving it a hard smack.] Seriously, do you do squats or something? Your ass is ridiculously fat.
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( How dangerous... but in this instance of time, it's the perfect kind of dangerous to pursue.)
Zhongli is generally listening to the other despite drifting in his own thoughts, but he only really had a response when his attention is fully brought to the the conversation between them with that slap to his ass.
Oh. Honestly, he doesn't know what to say. He's pretty sure a "fat ass" is a compliment in this case just like last time, but he swears he's also heard it used as not so much of one before, as well. ] Squats...? No, that is not usually part of my daily routine. I am grateful to have such an ass to take... [ slightly hesitant but he can certainly say it. ] your dick, however, so thank you. [ —for the compliment ... ...and Childe's dick. ]
And what exactly would be "black and lacy" that is also considered "cute" to you? [ doesn't really sound like men's clothes. ]
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the blatant hesitation when Zhongli compliments him and basically thanks his dick for all the fucking it's doing does make him laugh, though, and he dips his head to press a kiss against the man's forehead. ]
You're too cute. But... I dunno. Maybe some panties, some lingerie... unless you're not into that sort of thing, then we can forget I said it. [ and it's probably a point in Childe's favor that he doesn't sound disappointed in the way that might guilt-trip another person, doesn't attempt to pursue this particular line of thinking any more. ] I like you as you are, too.
[ terribly, terribly so, if the fact that he'd decided to whisk him off to Snezhnaya within a day of meeting him was any indication. the only people he did that for, usually, were people he was extraditing out of the countries they were holed up in. ]
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[ It's not as if he has to go out in public, so if it pleases Childe he doesn't find himself minding much. Feeling the other groping him from behind, Zhongli presses his ass back up against that hand before moving to become flush against Childe's body as best he can. The body heat he feels is really nice and although he was exaggerating about being cold, he can't argue that being warmer is not at all unappealing. ]
Childe, tell me... do you wish to rest first or fuck? [ The way Zhongli's hands are starting to wander suggests the consultant is quite needy. Considering two days ago he never would even think about having sex, this is a huge change in his attitude towards it (not that Chiilde would really know.) Apparently Childe's dick is that good— but truthfully, Zhongli is well aware the interest only lies in doing it with the other rather than simply getting a newfound craving for sex with just about anyone.
There's a pause, then, before asking in addition: ] Are you in pain from earlier still...?
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especially helpful, he supposes, is that Zhongli is so responsive and indulgent. the man is an amazing bed partner, eager and able to stir up his interest with subtle, provocative gestures that might have come across as needy and clingy from anyone else except the Liyuen. as in all things Zhongli moves with a sort of grace that's beyond his years, and if he'd met him under other circumstances he has no doubt that he'd be as smitten with him then as he is now.
the questions make him pause, considering, and the blatant inquiry about his wishes is enough to make his cock stir and respond as if responding to a command. it's a long trip to Snezhnaya and they've been afforded plenty of privacy that they could absolutely spend the entirety of the journey just fucking each other's brains out. admittedly, he has a mighty need to see Zhongli bouncing on his dick... ]
A little. It's nothing I'm not used to. [ a pause, and then he amends, quickly: ] I've had much worse. You don't go into this line of work without expecting getting battered and broken a few times.
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He peers up at Childe now a tad bit guilty. He shouldn't feel bad, Childe was a huge asshole to him while he assumed he was Rex Lapis, and he had felt sincere frustration and anger with the other, but being here now as Zhongli and with how Childe dotes on him, treats him so sweetly and with care (and having decided for whatever reason returning to Snezhnaya with Zhongli was a higher priority than his mission,) well... he does feel a bit bad. Granted, he reminds himself once Childe puts two and two together, the assassin is far more likely going to treat him as Rex than Zhongli, as much as he's come to wish otherwise in such a short time.
For now, however, he pushes those thoughts away to focus on letting himself be concerned for the other. His fingers stroke along the outline of the other's growing erection, intentionally making sure to add just the right amount of pressure and variance to make it feel good but not enough to offer any satisfaction. Finally he will nudge the other to coax him onto his back, Zhongli resting his head on Childe's upper stomach, staring up at him rather doe-eyed and innocent despite his hand still very much touching the assassin between his legs. ] Then, I shall entertain and pleasure you until you cannot remember a single thing about that encounter. And, even if you did, I will happily let you take any lingering frustrations out on me. [ meaning, if Childe has a need to see Zhongli skewered on his dick and fuck him senseless while imagining he's getting Rex back for what happened, well, he certainly won't mind. ] Shall I tend to your injuries first? I should be able to heal and numb the pain.
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but taking any frustrations out on him feels like a cheap cop-out. Rex Lapis, not Zhongli, was the one responsible for his aches. it was Rex Lapis who would end up paying. ]
If that's you saying you want me to be a little rougher with you, Zhongli, all you have to do is ask. You don't need to be coy about it.
[ his fingers go to sift into the other's hair, petting the crown of his head and smoothing it away from his face - right before he grips a good handful and pulls, lifting him off his stomach enough that Zhongli would be forced to look into his eyes. ]
But if we're making requests, feel free to sit on my face whenever you want. [ the subtle peek of tongue is probably explanation enough. ] I'm sure with a bit of adjusting, we could find a position where we'd both be happy. That's all the healing I need right now.
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Gold eyes widen, however, at the sudden grip in his hair dragging him up to look straight at Childe, and the requested twist is unexpected, since... well, it's Childe's ass that is injured not his own. However, he desires to spoil the assassin in any and every way possible so he can't bring himself to question what the other wants, no matter what Zhongli himself understands of the logic behind. Almost obediently, the consultant's hands are moving away from Childe to the waist of his own pants, undoing the belt and beginning to undo the fasteners. Once undone, he'll slip long fingers between his skin and the clothing, hooking his undergarments as well to begin sliding them off his ass and thighs and lower. ]
...If that is what you wish, I only ask that you enjoy me to your heart's content.
[ If he's not stopped or interrupted, he will remove them entirely, moving once the grip on his hair disappears or it shows willingness to allow him to move from his place in order to mount the other at his head while continuing to watch his face until he can no longer see it. It's only then that he'll lower himself to sit on the other's face as requested, fingers grabbing the backboard of the bed in anticipation of being ravaged from the inside out. ]
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He'd be mad at the thought of being manipulated so easily if it wasn't so enjoyable. Doubly so if the Tsaritsa had expected him to actually succeed in his mission, but the alternative is just as infuriating, too. With all the accolades and the merits tucked under his belt he had more than proven himself capable of killing anyone and everyone he might be dispatched to eliminate, and that included Rex Lapis. The fact that his failure had been taken into account meant that this was nothing more than a game, and Childe little more than a pawn in whatever grand scheme was going on between them.
If his loyalty to the Tsaritsa wasn't so unshakeable he'd probably be burning the city to the ground instead of boarding a ship back home.
Abruptly, he finds himself pulled out of this nagging thoughts by the warmth of Zhongli's body as he moves close, the way his thighs spread wide over his face. Almost on instinct he finds himself reaching up to grip the other's thighs as he seats himself, and there's a bit of an adjustment period before he can find a good angle to both breathe and taste Zhongli and he wastes no time in plunging his tongue up into him, chin tipping up to deepen the angle as he groans in barely-restrained arousal. Teeth nip carefully at Zhongli's perineum for additional stimulation and he arches, curling his tongue and pushing it as deep inside the other man as he possibly can. ]
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Perhaps the thoughts the assassin briefly wonders are true, but the manipulation has clearly turned into something else, if so. Zhongli's body blooms with a perfect sort of physical and mental arousal, with a needy insatiable desire to be touched and fucked by the man holding him down against his mouth. His half-hard cock rises up further as it works to full hardness, and the consultant slowly reaches down to dig his fingers into Childe's plush hair in encouragement. It's admittedly a little challenging to balance himself (he doesn't want to put all his weight on Childe despite the other's holding him down), but he manages well enough and is able to twist his torso to allow his free hand to reach out and begin fondling the other's cock again through his clothing. Regardless of everything, the here and now matter the most to him and making this a wonderfully mind-consuming trip of pleasure for Childe is his priority.
Of course, if the other eats him out long enough, he'll eventually taste the unusual addition of slick spilling onto his tongue in wonderfully generous amounts. They haven't discussed it, but Childe should be well aware by now that Rex Lapis is not human, which means neither is Zhongli if they are indeed twins. As for this unusual occurrence, he'll recognize it as the same produced by a woman to better take cock l. Zhongli isn't a woman, but he also... well, he could be if he so close. (In fact, if Rex Lapis had really considered manipulating Childe with a honeypot, he probably would have made sure the Zhongli he met was female, as he would have assumed that to be his preference. Not that there would have been all that much different beyond physical equipment considering how delicate Zhongli's beauty is. )
Feeling himself becoming dripping wet startles him — he's capable of heat cycles (ruts are far more likely) but they are irregular and a result of finding one that is considered an acceptable mate. Childe is human, though, so there isn't much compatibility for actual mating... which means ... does he simply really have it that bad for the other? That he wants to mate with him regardless? Ah... how... incredibly embarrassing. ]
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It wouldn't be bad, he thinks, to be reduced to a mindless beast in rut. Zhongli is fast proving that he has that kind of unintended effect on him, and if he were to spend the rest of his life buried balls-deep inside the other man he thinks that it would be a good life, indeed.
Immediately his tongue follows the source of the sudden sweet, heady flavor in his mouth, delving deeply into Zhongli's hot insides and lapping at him with fervently. The wet muscle takes up a pistoning, thrusting motion, fucking first into Zhongli's abused entrance before he rears his head back just so and tongues at his rim, paying the neglected spot ample attention before he abruptly plunges back inside him again. Sometime during this his hands find their way to the man's bottom, spreading his cheeks enough that he can thoroughly bury his mouth against him and tongue-fuck him at his leisure without letting a drop of his essence escape.
Understandably, his cock is almost painfully hard, growing only thicker under Zhongli's pawing. Given that they've barely started their voyage and they're already reduced to a couple of horny teenagers it doesn't bode very well for the rest of their trip. ]
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He doesn't feel full, but he does feel nicely fucked all the same, enough to be moaning sweetly for Childe now, his breathing quickening because yes, please he wants to feel all of it, more of it and just how did this human manage to show him that he rather enjoyed being fucked when he had sworn he never would or have before? Feeling the other's hard cock even through the clothing send shivers of delight echoing through him, knowing that he's made the other so hard. These thoughts of insane pleasures and desires really can only be described as "hormonal teenagers," but Zhongli can't find himself to care one bit. Perhaps later, when they are off the boat and he must face the reality of things and the true nature of their rapid and insatiable relationship; but, for now, his mind is clouded over with lust and cravings for all things sexual relating to Childe. He wants everything and he will be greedy and take everything he can get.
This voyage, as far as he is concerned, is for pleasure and sex and everything to do with Childe, and the only thing existing in the world is the man beneath him.
Zhongli's attempts to keep playing with that hard cock are ultimately interrupted by the aggressiveness of Childe's tongue-fucking. The thought briefly crosses his mind wondering if Childe is actually enjoying the taste so much, which is embarrassing but also further arousing. Zhongli'll let Childe eat him out until he's full, for all he cares, but the more and more he's tongue-fucked (it feels really too good, Childe is even still playing with his rim and he can feel just how wet he's getting from the other) the more he wants that cock inside of him, too. He wants to be ravished by the other in every way possible.
Flushed and gasping for air, thighs trembling further than simply from balancing weight with Childe pulling and spreading his ass cheeks is a sight Childe would be quite satisfied to see. It's a shame that the assassin can't be two people at the same time for such a pleasure. ] Ah... you .. you're making me so wet, Childe, I...
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I don't think I'm doing anything, darling. You're getting yourself nice and wet for me all on your own. Is it because you're craving my cock that bad?
[ Unable to resist tormenting his Liyuen lover, he gently probes at his winking entrance with a finger, sinking it in up to the first knuckle and letting out a low murmur of appreciation. It's something in his native tongue, equal parts enchanted and affectionate all at the same time. If Zhongli were familiar enough he might be able to recognize it as a soft "gorgeous", every syllable dripping with want and desire. ]
You want me to mess you up that bad? Want me to fuck you full of my cum, Zhongli? I think you should start begging me for it. [ It probably doesn't help when he slides that finger in deeper, curling against the other's hot insides just to feel how wet and slick he is for him. The slick combined with the remnants of his saliva makes an obscene squelching sound as he starts fingerfucking him, starting off slow at first before he gradually begins to pick up the pace. ]
We have a ways to go, after all. I intend to keep you full for weeks.
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(He should be put off thinking of this man as his lover, but he's not in the slightest. It's an insatiable type of need that fuels him, a dependency —an addiction— and the dizzying vertigo of what might as well be legitimate withdrawal at the mere thought of being anywhere else but with Childe now seizes him hard. It breaks him down steadily until he's little more than a willing slutty mess for Childe and compels him to ram himself onto those fingers as far as possible. When he speaks, he's demanding more than begging, but his voice drenched in lust makes it sound like he's begging quite sweetly, anyway. Zhongli either is well aware how to sound sultry, it his voice just is naturally meant for the bedroom— Childe can take pick of which opinion is the more likely. Either way, he sounds good and needy for everything Childe is suggesting.) ]
Mm... I want your cock inside pumping me full of your cum, please. I want to feel how good it is with you thrusting into me again... I feel empty since we last did it ...
[ This is of course, again, stuff he never thought he'd be saying, but he also never imagine he would enjoy getting fucked so much, either. As far as Zhongli is concerned, this is behind closed doors and more than fine to get what he wants. It feels so liberating to indulge in a different reality than the entire world day in and day out.
Right now, just the two of them... he'll give Childe everything he wants and more. ]
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that's fine, though. there would be plenty of opportunities after, and there were a good handful of talented toymakers in Snezhnaya who'd honed their craft over several generations. he was certain the same was true of Liyue, but returning there wasn't really an option right now.
but oh, how he'd love to see the look on Rex Lapis's face when he realized his brother had been taken away and out of the country. as much as he didn't think the man would bat much of an eye - his opinion that Zhongli was disposable and expendable still made Childe's blood boil a little - he didn't fully expect that there wouldn't be repercussions in the long run.
that was a question for another time, though. right now - Zhongli was begging for him, and he was loathe to leave him unfulfilled for very long. so he's pulling his fingers out with a wet squelch, smoothing over the Liyuen's rump with the flat of his palm before giving him a weighty smack. both hands immediately grope and knead, spreading the other man and exposing his hole, and Childe takes a moment to lean in and gently blow a little puff of breath onto it before he's urging him down, trying to navigate him to his cock. ]
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When Zhongli feels the tip of his lover's cock's head, there's the smallest mewl that escapes him before he is immediately pushing down impatiently to force himself onto that stiff dick, paying little heed to any discomfort it causes. It isn't much, anyway, not with how wet he is, not with how pliable his body is becoming as it acknowledges that this is a form of mating, and Zhongli is going to be receiving sperm versus giving it. This human is his chosen mate right now, and his body will accommodate and give every reason for the man to fuck him until kingdom come.
Although he stretches rather well to the girth of the cock, Zhongli will reach with his fingers to slide up against Childe's erection to push up into his own hole and finger himself to stretch that much more as needed. When he's finally able to sink himself down fully, the expression that lights up his face is sweet and alluring, and absolute debased, begging and needy for more.
A small puff of breath escapes the Liyuen before the whisper falls off full lips, the tip of his tongue sliding along them to wet them in anticipation at their owner's words: Please, fuck me. ]