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Ever since his mission in Liyue ended, Childe’s existence in the harbor was essentially useless. He had no reasons to make unneeded connections with the Liyue Harbor residents, so he had no friends there to stay for. Along with that, the Traveler had felt malcontent towards him ever since their fight, and La Signora would hardly look his way, much less speak to him. Truly, he had nothing left to do in the Land of Contracts. He should have left. Gone back to his homeland, or at least to somewhere that would be more useful to him. But, he hesitated. He had nothing left, but he resisted. Liyue was no longer of use to him, yet he stayed. And he knew exactly why.
Slowly, Childe strolled through the harbor, his reason for staying lingering in the back of his mind as he walked. It was idiotic. It was childish, insignificant, imprudent. But most of all, it was exhilarating. Childe was always searching for thrills; he went wherever his adrenaline pleased. However, this wasn’t a sort of excitement that left him dazed and bloodied. It wasn’t something he received from battle, or anything of the sort. It wasn’t that kind of thrill. No, it was something much more… deep.
Deep and enticing. This joy was something much more carnal than a simple passion for fighting, plain and simple. And, the most frustrating thing about all of it was that it was the very man that betrayed Tartaglia that left him in such a state. That damned Archon. How dare that god play with him like this? Was he even aware of what he was doing to him?
Childe wondered this, along with many more things related to it, as he stood in front of the entrance of Zhongli’s apartment. He couldn't believe himself, couldn’t believe that he was about to do this. But still, his hand slowly lifted, and he gave three soft knocks to the door. Nothing. Then, another two, much louder than the first set. Even if Zhongli were to answer, Childe doubted that he could spit out why he was there. It was just so pathetic. While he waited, Childe readjusted the sleeves of his dark red shirt; he had long discarded all of his accessories. There was no need to have such things now. However, his movements were stopped by the sudden click of the front door opening. Childe’s blood ran cold as the door swung open. Gods, even the mere sight of Zhongli made him stop in his tracks.
“Childe?” The consultant asked, tilting his head slightly at Tartaglia’s sudden appearance at his doorstep. After he recovered from his shock, he asked, “What are you doing here?”
“It’s actually quite a funny story, heh,” Childe mused, fumbling around in his mind to find an excuse, “I… got lost in the harbor, so I went to you to ask for directions.”
“Hm? You have been here for quite the while, Childe. I do not mean to offend you, but I would think that you would have the area memorized by now.” Zhongli wondered. He wasn’t exactly wrong. In truth, Childe really wasn’t good at making up stories in the blink of an eye. Tartaglia sighed.
“...And you thought right,” Childe’s face scrunched up, “I lied.”
“Why would you do that, Childe? It seems like quite the unneeded fabrication.” Zhongli wondered, leaning in against the doorway.
“Because, in truth, I don’t have a reason.” My lies are getting better, Childe thought as he spoke, “Do I need one to see you, Mister Zhongli?”
“I suppose not. And, I would never be the type to complain about spending time with you.” Zhongli said. He acted like he had all the time in the world. Though, Childe supposed he did; he was immortal, after all. A few seconds passed in silence.
“Was I interrupting you?” Childe asked, stepping into the apartment. Zhongli shut the door behind both of them, replying, “Not at all. If anything, I was becoming slightly too idle for my liking. Your presence now is a blessing.”
An Archon, calling a mortal a blessing. The idea sent a chill up Childe’s spine. Those words rang in Childe’s mind as he looked around the room. It was a dim area, the only light in the apartment emanating from some white candles. A small stack of books lay on a table nearby, one of them opened and flipped to a page right at the beginning. Childe watched on as Zhongli walked back over to the makeshift reading desk, sitting down. He patted the area next to him, silently inviting Childe to join.
“Reading under such dull light… doesn’t that hurt your eyes?” Childe wondered, moving closer to the desk. Zhongli looked up at the harbinger, seemingly amused by his words.
“That does not matter to me. At the moment, I’m simply looking for something that will pique my interest. Come,” Zhongli beckoned him to move closer, “I will read to you, if you so desire.”
At the request, Childe happily sat down next to him. They were mere inches apart, their shoulders grazing and faces glowing under the candlelight. Zhongli grabbed the open book again, his amber eyes focusing intently on it. Childe didn’t pay attention to the text, instead using the moment as an excuse to take Zhongli in. His usual formal wear was mostly discarded; instead, he wore nothing but his pants and undershirt. No gloves, no tie, none of the embellishments or expensive fabrics that he usually wore. It was a sight that Tartaglia wasn’t accustomed to seeing, but he enjoyed it all the same. Seeing Zhongli in such a state made the whole situation feel much more intimate than their usual interactions.
“I will start where I last left off.” Zhongli said before he read the header of the page out to Childe. His voice was soft, low, and sent Childe into a strange, confusing state. As Zhongli read, Childe couldn’t help but feel hypnotized by his words. Hypnotized by everything he did. The room smelled of Liyuean spices and wax, presumably caused by the candles. This made Childe’s focus only increase as Zhongli spoke. His tone was clear, but not loud, and had a slight sense of mirth to it. His voice… it always excited Childe to an embarrassing degree. But, what made Tartaglia’s head truly spin was Zhongli’s movements. The way his hands fell on the book, thumb rubbing against the paper. The way he lightly licked his fingers before turning a page. How his lips pursed as he focused. How his eyes glowed in the darkness like Cor Lapis– no, like gold. Zhongli was flawless to Childe. Perfect, pure. Yet, he made him think the most disgusting thoughts at the same time.
Childe crossed his legs, tensely rubbing his thighs together. And thankfully, Zhongli didn’t know the true reason why.
The consultant had barely done anything, and yet here Childe was, flushed and embarrassed. Before either of them knew it, Zhongli was soon met with the end of the chapter. As he flipped the page, he briefly looked at Childe, finding him in this flustered state. His eyes narrowed in curiosity, and he put down his book.
“Is something wrong, Childe?” Zhongli asked, the harbinger in question jumping at his words.
“Huh? N-No, I’m fine.” Childe replied.
“Are you certain you are alright? You look uncomfortable–”
“I’m okay, promise. If I wasn’t, I’d tell you.” Liar.
“I see.” Zhongli mumbled, his sudden deep tone making Childe’s heart soar, “If I may, I am extremely grateful that you had lended an ear to me, at least for a little while. And along with that, you seemed to quite enjoy my reading. I’ll keep that in mind.”
The only reason Childe paid so much attention was because of Zhongli’s voice. And his hands. Fucking Archons, his hands. The image of them hung in Tartaglia’s mind. They were strong, and had long, elegant fingers. Those fingers made Childe lose his mind– in more ways than one. And in that moment, Childe wanted nothing more than to relish in that madness yet again. Childe’s thumb met his lips. He bit down on it, attempting to silence his screaming mind, as well as his soon-to-be screaming voice. He was overwhelmed by his fantasies, his heart beating fast as they became more intense, more vivid. He felt a pulsating heartbeat between his thighs, desire reverberating through his insides. He gazed up at Zhongli through his long lashes, speaking gently.
“I love your voice, Zhongli.” Childe admitted, taking his thumb out of his mouth and looking sheepishly at the former Archon.
“Is that so?” Zhongli replied, a small smile spreading on his face at the compliment, “Was that why you were so entertained by my reading?”
“I… guess you could say that,” Childe said, noting the hint of mischief in Zhongli’s tone, “You just make it so easy to hang onto your every word, even when you’re talking about something that isn’t interesting to me. You’re nice to be around like that.”
“Nice to be around? So, you find my company comforting?”
“More than comforting. You make me feel amazing. And it’s not just your voice; it’s your aura, your personality, your eyes, your hands–”
“My hands…? That is quite the unusual thing to be amazed by,” Zhongli raised an eyebrow, “Would you mind elaborating for me, Childe?”
Dammit. Childe had just backed himself into a corner. Well, there was no other place to go, so he figured that he should simply explain.
“They’re quite a sight for sore eyes, for one. You move so gracefully and cleanly, it’s like I can’t take my eyes away…” Zhongli finally noticed Childe’s blush as he praised him. His next words appeared to come out subconsciously, “And, the way your hands… mm, you know…”
“The way my hands… what? I will need you to be more specific, Childe.”
More specific? Oh no.
“The way you, uh, t-touch me. It’s beautiful, as if you’re making poetry with your movements.” Childe hoped that if he described things flowery enough, Zhongli may stop asking questions.
“So, you like how my hands feel on you?” Zhongli questioned semi-innocently. That question made Childe’s mind go blank.
“Um… y-yeah.” The red on Childe’s face only grew more bright as he admitted it.
“Well then, you’ve aroused my curiosity. Why don’t you describe how my hands make you feel? I already know that the sensation is lovely to you, but how specifically do I make you feel when I touch you? Is it an emotional excitement, or a physical one?”
Needless to say, Zhongli’s curiosity wasn’t the only thing that was aroused. Childe couldn’t think of any way to describe the sensations he was referring to without Zhongli immediately losing respect for him. But, there was nothing else for him to do. So, he stalled.
“U-Um… please, don’t make me describe it…” Childe requested. Zhongli’s eyes widened at the notion.
“Why? Is it difficult for you? Or,” Zhongli leaned in slightly closer, “Can you not speak of it out loud?”
Childe jolted, and he balled up even closer into himself.
“I… I– well, your…” Childe’s eyes darted away from the consultant. He chuckled, “W-Well–”
“You’re stuttering so much.” Zhongli pointed out, “Could it be that you are excited by the thought of my hands…” He smirked slightly, “In less clean positions?”
He saw right through him. Childe sat there in shock, which was a perfect answer for Zhongli.
“...Would it be such a problem if I was?” Childe asked after a minute of silence between them.
“Not at all. Now let me ask you this,” Zhongli pushed Childe’s arms away and grabbed his chin, forcing them to make eye contact, “How exactly are you imagining my hands?” His fingers suddenly hooked under Childe’s belt, preparing to give examples, “Pulling these downwards,” He retracted for a moment. Then, both hands wrapped under Childe’s legs, “Pushing these upwards,” He glared at Childe, as if he knew he was practically reading his thoughts. After a second of contemplation, Zhongli’s palm moved, ghosting just barely over Childe’s heat. Not enough, they both lamented at the same time. Zhongli’s eyes averted to his center, “Or even simply ravaging your insatiable body? Just where does your mind wander to, love?”
Zhongli was going to be the death of him. At least it would be a slow, blissful death. Childe couldn’t even think of a response, but Zhongli still waited on expectantly. Slowly yet unfettered, he whispered just loud enough for Zhongli to hear, “All of it. Please.”
Not only was Childe insatiable, he was also greedy. What fun this would be.
“Wonderful answer. Now,” Zhongli replied, the hand previously on Childe’s heat moving up to his abdomen. With his fingers slipping slightly under the fabric, he commanded smoothly, “Lie down, Ajax.”
The sensation of Zhongli’s hand trailing along his lower half made Childe tense up. It felt so good, so very amazing to be touched like this. And he had hardly done anything. Childe could only imagine what it’d be like once he got his fingers on his naked body, between his legs, inside him. Childe slowly positioned himself, lying down on the floor. His hands flopped above his head, and his legs slightly spread in anticipation. Zhongli straddled his hips, golden eyes burning into Childe’s skin as if they wanted to engulf him in their warmth. And such heat pooled in Childe’s skin, making his whole body turn shades of pink and red. All Zhongli could think about was how he would look fully undressed, that cute blush on full display just for him.
“How long have you fantasized about this, Ajax?” Zhongli asked. He moved to Childe’s dark red shirt, undoing the fastener swiftly. Childe soon assisted him, pulling his shirt to the side to reveal his chest while answering, “As long as I’ve been in Liyue, haha.”
“And you were not satisfied with the many times I have made love to you since then?” Zhongli tipped closer, his lips inching towards Childe’s. Tartaglia smirked at the Archon’s words, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and jerking him closer.
“Making love to me? No, no. Zhongli,” He responded, the consultant’s name coming out like an exquisite purr. Childe’s lips glistened with hunger, “I want you to fuck me. Hard and deep with your fingers– your cock– until I can’t think straight.”
Childe’s words stunned the former Archon. Such informal, sinful words coming from a man who had spent his whole life devoted to a goddess. I want you to fuck me. That single sentence sent Zhongli into a frenzy. With a guttural sigh, Zhongli finally took Childe’s lips aggressively. His hand thrusted downwards to Childe’s belt, undoing it hastily. Childe’s fingers strung into Zhongli’s hair, grabbing and pulling it as he met Zhongli’s palms. Once his belt was pulled away, Zhongli began to take off his pants. Zhongli took himself from Childe, asking, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, n-need it.” Tartaglia panted, grabbing Zhongli and letting his tongue rapaciously graze his bottom lip. Zhongli kissed him yet again, Childe’s tongue entering his mouth as Zhongli pulled down his pants at last. Two fingers trailed up the seam of his briefs, making Childe moan ever so salaciously into his mouth. Such a perfect little sound. Zhongli needed more.
“I promise, I will make those fantasies a reality,” Zhongli threw Childe’s legs over his shoulders, yanking up his briefs and throwing them down onto the ground, “First, I’ll worship your cunt. Make you come by my hands. Once you’re so gorgeously broken, then…”
Zhongli chuckled to himself like an arcane lord, as if he had something terrible planned for the poor harbinger. He continued, “You will feel it when the time comes.”
After he said that, Childe felt one of Zhongli’s digits slowly drag up the lips of his pussy. Tartaglia whimpered from the sudden touch, and Zhongli laughed again. He mused, “So desperate for me, aren’t you?”
That finger moved back down, circling Childe’s hole. It threatened and teased Childe with the idea of it entering him, but it didn’t. Childe sighed, “Yes. Zhongli, I need it.”
He continued to taunt him, feeling his entrance clench around nothing as he went. All to get Childe needy and riled up. He wanted to keep the harbinger like this; compliant, whiny, all his. His thumb pushed lightly against Childe’s clit and he keened.
“Fuck yes–!” Childe moaned, the sudden obscenity bouncing off the wall and ringing in Zhongli’s ears. Another quick kiss. Childe continued to beg into Zhongli’s mouth, “D-Do it again, please! Fuck me hard! Ooh–!” Childe suddenly heaved into Zhongli’s hand once his thumb began to rub circles into his clit.
Zhongli wanted to savor this, to keep Childe waiting and adjuring. But, one good look at Childe’s pleasure-addled azure eyes and one listen to Tartaglia’s sob of, “Morax, please…” and Zhongli caved.
Childe’s senses were electrified as Zhongli pushed one digit into him slowly. At the same time, Zhongli’s tongue crept upwards, from Childe’s chest to his neck. He paid the barest amount of attention to his nipple, eliciting a yelp from him. He acknowledged the sound with one of his own, syncing up with Tartaglia’s form. He kissed along the right side of his collarbone sloppily, his unoccupied hand moving up to Childe’s chest. Then, his lips sucked along Childe’s throat, making him gasp out, “Mark me.” Zhongli was more than happy to oblige, the thrusts of his digit becoming faster as he greedily fondled the left side of Childe’s chest, feeling for his nipple. Once he found it, he twisted and teased until he could feel the vibrations of Childe’s poorly-contained moans on his lips.
“Ah… Oh, gods, Morax,” Childe moaned, throwing his head back to offer Zhongli more access to his neck. Zhongli’s thumbs mimicked each other, both rubbing slow, forceful circles into Childe’s sensitive buds. Tartaglia closed his eyes, enveloping himself in pleasure, “You’re so good with your hands… a-and your mouth…”
Zhongli responded with a gruntled hum that fell onto the side of Childe’s neck. His lips soon met Childe’s jaw, leaving small pecks along it. He made a trail from his jawline to his ear, accidentally pressing even harder onto Childe’s clit at the slight change in position. He gasped, and Zhongli whispered, “You are gorgeous.”
“Thank you– mmh!” Childe moaned into Zhongli’s mouth as he pulled him into yet another kiss. It was much more coordinated than previously, due to the fact that Zhongli was steadily gaining control. Childe melted into him, his noises becoming muffled. Zhongli tongue entered Childe’s mouth, dragging incoherent praise from him as his finger sped up. Zhongli considered adding a second, pushing against the harbinger’s best spots, doing something that would make him writhe and scream in his grasp. But he didn’t. Not yet, he thought. That would spoil the fun.
Zhongli’s grip against Childe’s chest became rougher; not to the point of bruising the fair skin, but certainly enough to hurt. Under the light of the candles, Childe's scars became all the more noticeable. Most of all, the parallel scars under his pecs, those perfect marks that Zhongli couldn’t help but adore. His fingers traced the blemish for a moment before cupping his breast again, making Childe choke on his breath.
“Would you like to come on my fingers or–” Zhongli’s question was cut off by a sigh.
“Your fingers…” Childe drawled, looking up at the consultant with a needy glint in his eye. His lips pursed into a smile, egging Zhongli on to take him exactly how he wanted him to. In such a state, Zhongli couldn’t help but gratify him, if only just a little. Without any sort of warning, a second finger moved down against Childe’s entrance, teasing his hole. Zhongli felt Childe clench around the digits, seemingly satisfied by his action.
“So good… faster.” Childe commanded, his voice coming out less intimidating than he would have liked. He couldn’t exactly be menacing when he was begging to be fucked hardly a moment ago. Zhongli was seeing him at his weakest, his most pathetic. Such an adorably sad display made Zhongli take pity on the harbinger; so, he committed to the request. As he did so, Childe’s back formed a sharp curve, a beautiful surge of his hips and spine that sent him even further into ecstasy. Two fingers thrusted in and out of Childe’s wet cunt, leaving his thighs trembling under Zhongli. Zhongli praised him, “Are you close, darling? You look so stunning like this, so flawless for me.”
A rough grind of Childe’s hips into Zhongli’s hand gave him his answer. He pulled away from Childe’s body slightly, taking in his pleasure-addled form. His mouth was hung open, and his eyes were glossed over. The bright blue of his irises glowed with lust, and all Zhongli could do was stare. He grabbed Childe’s chin, drawing him in closer— not enough for their lips to touch, though. Under the heat of Zhongli’s stare, Childe whined, “Oh, Archons, yes. I’m gonna come soon! Please, make me come, Morax!”
That call of Zhongli’s godly name made him finally give in, and he curved his fingers against Childe’s deepest spot. So good, so fucking good. A lewd cry escaped Tartaglia, and he would have thrown his head back again if it weren’t for Zhongli’s hand keeping him in place. His hand moved downwards to his neck, fingers wrapping around it just enough to bring some exhilarating pressure, but not enough to stop his breathing. Zhongli pressed his thumb against Childe’s clit, and he yelled, “Fuck! I-I’m close! Please, make me– m-make me– aah!”
Childe wrapped his arms around Zhongli’s back, attempting to gain purchase. He was finally climaxing, and it was so very overwhelming. In a brief moment of passion(and to hopefully prevent a noise complaint,) Zhongli kissed him. It was vicious and sloppy, quite different than before. It was all because of Childe; his overbearing euphoria infected Zhongli as they intertwined. It sent him into a similar trance-like state as his partner. He felt Childe fuck his hand, covering his digits with wetness. Zhongli never liked messes, but he thoroughly adored the disgustingly erotic sensation of Childe’s orgasm against him. It took quite a while for Childe to calm down, mostly because of the man who triggered his climax in the first place. Zhongli dragged out the moment, pushing and pulling until Childe didn’t feel as if he was in his own body. All for Zhongli’s own pleasure. For the ability to see the harbinger lose himself, his body thrashing and his back arching in reaction to such bliss. To hear his whimpers seep into his mouth, becoming silenced with a sweep of Zhongli’s tongue. For him to melt into the Archon.
“Ahh… hah…” Childe breathed, being released from Zhongli’s punishing kiss once the consultant was certain that his voice wouldn’t disturb any neighbors. Zhongli slowly pulled his digits out, making Childe become slightly saddened by the emptiness. Childe’s whole body seemed to relax at once, and he heaved beneath Zhongli. Wordlessly, Zhongli cleaned off his hand, his fingers entering his mouth. He sucked on the digits, then moved on to his thumb, saying, “You taste lovely.”
But, he didn’t kneel for Childe, he didn’t taste him further. He didn’t need that distraction. Tartaglia wanted to be fucked, and he would be dammed if he didn’t provide for him.
Tartaglia was hardly given time to react as Zhongli pulled his hips in once again. His eyes focused on the place where their bodies connected, finding his thighs under an iron grip, an embarrassing wetness spread across the skin. What interested him even more though, was the tight, almost painful-looking bulge in Zhongli’s pants. Zhongli’s eyes averted from him for a moment, his hands nestling on his belt. All Childe could do was watch as Zhongli took his belt off; each movement and adjustment he made sent electricity up Childe’s spine. And somehow, he only felt himself get wetter at the sight. Dammit, they were just his hands, why was he acting like this?! Though, with the slow, deliberate show Zhongli put on, Childe wouldn’t be surprised if he found out it was all intentional. Once he pulled his belt off, Zhongli’s eyes glared back at the harbinger, a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Do you remember how I said that you would feel my plans when the time came?” Zhongli asked as he unbuttoned his pants. Childe nodded, and he continued, “Well, what do you think my plans are right now, Ajax?”
“Y-Your plans are…” Childe trailed off, unable to truly think straight under the state he was in. He gulped as Zhongli moved on to his boxers, “To fuck me. Rough and fast, e-even though I’m so sensitive. To make me forget my name. Am I right?”
“Not quite, I am afraid. I suppose I’ve already fucked you somewhat stupid, hm?” Zhongli teased. Childe wanted to retort, but all thoughts left his head as Zhongli finally pulled his dick out. He stared at it, biting his lip at the sight.
“T-Then what do you have planned for me?” Childe asked after a moment of silence. Zhongli smiled, then took Childe’s legs again, throwing them over his shoulders this time. He aligned himself with Childe’s soaked hole, leaning into the harbinger and whispering to him.
“I do not simply plan to fuck you, Ajax. That word is far too… informal and vulgar for my tastes. No,” Zhongli’s hips just slightly pushed against Childe, and they both gasped. He continued, “What I’ll do is something you will not forget. Something that you’ll feel for days afterwards. I won’t be fucking you, Ajax. I will be claiming you.”
And with those few words, Zhongli finally thrusted inside. He didn’t bother teasing Childe, or even allowing him any breathing room as inch after inch entered him. It took his breath away, making him shake under the former Archon. And, with his legs spread so far, Zhongli’s cock only went deeper. By the time he was bottomed out, Tartaglia couldn’t even keep himself holstered up for the consultant; it was alright, though, because he seemed more than happy to do all the work.
“You’re… so big…” Childe marveled, as if he’d never taken Zhongli’s dick before. Zhongli chuckled to himself, tauntingly rocking his hips in circles to give the harbinger some additional stimulation.
“And you adore it. Don’t you,” Zhongli pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, making Childe squeal in sudden pleasure and pain, “My perfect whore.”
It was all too much. Childe whined as Zhongli set a slow yet rough pace, making him feel every last inch of him with sluggish, dragging movements before pushing back inside to the hilt. Each thrust of his hips hit hard against his ass and thighs, but Childe didn’t mind. If anything, the slight pain made it all the more amazing for him. And Zhongli knew it.
Aimlessly, the consultant’s hands wandered Childe’s body. From his legs, to his delicate hips, to his slim waist. So thin, Zhongli thought, wrapping his hands around Childe’s midsection. This allowed Zhongli a bit more leeway, using this new bit of access he had to drag Childe’s body to follow his thrusts. As he pushed, Childe’s body pulled. All that did was make the experience all the more intense for Childe, who was already grinding against Zhongli’s dick.
“F-Fuck… Morax, you feel so… mmm…” Tartaglia cried, nails digging into Zhongli’s neck and back to gain some kind of purchase. Fed up with the lack of attention he was receiving, one of Childe’s hand moved back down to his cunt. He rubbed small circles into his clit as Zhongli went, making him buck into both sources of stimuli at the same time.
“Ghh… Ajax, you don’t know how amazing you feel.” Zhongli groaned, feeling Tartaglia tighten around him. Childe smiled up at the former Archon, excited by his words.
“Does it make you want to claim me even more, Morax? Do you want me to be all yours?” Childe teased, pressing even harder on his clit. He moaned, and Zhongli responded with a rousing, “Yes. You’re mine, Ajax. As much as I am yours.”
Childe liked the sound of having Zhongli within his grasp in such a way. He laughed, “That’s right. I’m all yours, ah–”
At Childe’s words, Zhongli’s pace became twice as fast. Childe yelled, feeling his cock hit him even deeper. He seemed to like the sound of that. So, Childe continued to speak amidst Zhongli’s more reckless pounding, “Mh, I’m yours, no one else’s– hah! Oh gods, s-slow down a little, I– oh! Ah, mmh, I-I can’t–”
Childe’s back arched again as Zhongli accidentally hit his g-spot. He keened, nails scratching down Zhongli’s back. He shouldn’t be this close. He can’t come this fast. He can’t–
“That’s it, you are nothing but a slave to your pleasure, are you not? A needy whore for me.” Zhongli said, grabbing Childe’s neck again. Childe’s face was relaxed, drooling with half-lidded eyes. He looked so serene, as if being wrecked on Zhongli’s cock was where he truly belonged. Zhongli didn’t need him to say anything to get his answer. He kept his previous pace steady, watching as Childe trembled in pleasure.
“Morax, please… I’m already so close…” Childe begged, not wanting to feel the shame of climaxing so early. Little did he know, Zhongli was also caught in a similar flustered state. He leaned into the harbinger, his hips snapping faster, pushing both of them to their breaking points against his better judgment.
“So pathetic,” Zhongli said, the words coming out almost as a compliment. The insult went right to Childe’s pussy, and he shamefully tipped the edge yet again. Zhongli felt his climax quickly approach as well, so he commanded, “Come for me, Ajax. Make a mess of yourself for the man you belong to.”
A loud slur of Zhongli’s name caught him off-guard, which was soon followed by a series of curses. Childe’s hips curved against Zhongli’s cock and his hand– neither of them could contain themselves. A few more thrusts, and Zhongli joined him in this madness. And still, Zhongli kept going, thrusting against Tartaglia until he was sobbing from overstimulation. Childe felt warmth spread through his body as Zhongli’s cum shot into him. They’d have to deal with the mess later. But now, all they could focus on was each other. Childe cried, “A-All yours–!” Egging Zhongli on even further. And, once Zhongli had come down from his high, he looked down at his thoroughly claimed partner, satisfied at the sight.
“Yes, all mine,” Zhongli mused, fingers trailing down to the cum dripping out of Childe’s hole. How lucky he was to have such a masterpiece of a partner. He looked back up to Tartaglia’s face, asking, “Are you alright, darling? Did I hurt you?”
“Y-Yeah. But, it was in the best possible way, haha,” Childe laughed, his expression still dazed and sex-drunk. He smiled tiredly at Zhongli, “Thank you so much for that, Morax…”
“You have no reason to thank me, Ajax. I will always be more than happy to sate you,” Zhongli pud down his legs gently, “My greedy little slut.”
“That’s me.” Childe giggled, beginning to recover from his previous experience.
“Do you need anything? I understand that I was quite… rough with you.”
“I’m fine. Though I must say, you did quite a number on me,” Childe sighed, feeling soreness travel across his body, “Did you want my ass to be sore while I work? Because I’m probably going to be feeling this for the next few days.”
The idea of Childe feeling the remnants of their fucking while out in public– talking to people, acting like a powerful figurehead, working with his fellow harbingers– it overjoyed Zhongli. And Childe could see it on his face.
“Oh, you bastard.” Childe frowned at the sight of Zhongli’s amusement.
“My apologies. I simply find it a lovely concept.” Zhongli defended himself.
“I bet you feel really proud of yourself right now, huh?”
“In fact I do, love,” Zhongli cut off Childe’s protests with a short kiss, “In fact I do.”