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Childe let out a groan as his back hit the wall, he looked up at his lover with a glare. Zhongli cornered him in an alley away from the streets, his arms caged Childe from even escaping, not like the other would.
"Couldn't keep your hands to yourself huh?" Childe laughs, wrapping his arms around his former archon's neck, pulling him down to bring their faces closer. Zhongli chuckles at his mate's response, a hand snaking its way down to hold his waist.
"Can I not express my desires towards my own lover?" The god slotted his knee between Childe's legs, a smirk crept up his face upon hearing a gasp from his mortal lover.
"Fuck— yeah but not in public." Childe bites his lips, covering the half of his face. He can feel Zhongli graze his thigh against his groin, the action forced out a moan out of him. The former archon feeds himself with the sight of his partner turning against his own words.
"Are you sure about that, baobei?" A gloved hand came down to stroke at the ginger's clothed clit, body slumping forward as he bites back another moan. Childe eyes fluttered shit, feeling a wave of heat surging through his body, hips moving along with the god's strokes.
"Seems like you're enjoying this." Zhongli stopped his ministrations and pulled away slightly. It was dark, Childe could hardly see the former archon's face, the only source of light was the moon and the street lights from outside the alley.
"Shut up and get on with it." Childe snarled, threading his fingers through Zhongli's hair, pulling him in a bruising kiss. A muffled groan escaped the former archon's throat, unbuckling Childe's pants and pulling it down, he brought his hand up to his lips, taking off the glove with his teeth. Dark, long fingers rubbed through Childe's folds, stimulating his clit to coax out more of his slick. Series of gasps and whimpers continues to flow past Childe's parted lips, a trail of spit running down his chin. Thanks to Zhongli's adeptus abilities, he's able to see how wrecked his beloved looked.
"Already so wet for me." Zhongli whispers against the ginger's lips, thrusting a finger inside Childe's pussy, it grips the single finger desperately. The former archon finds it adorable, thrusting it in and out of his lover's sex.
Childe's legs almost gave out, the only thing that's been keeping him in place was Zhongli's grip on his hips and his arms around the man's neck. His mind was hazy, fogged up with the need to release. A needy whine emits out of his throat as another finger slipped inside his sopping cunt. It feels so good, he needs more.
Zhongli nearly lost his sense of self control, watching Childe ride his fingers in urgency. The sight forces a purr out of his throat. In a swift, he pulled his fingers out of the other's hole resisting the urge to put it back after hearing a noise of displeasure from his lover. He releases Childe from his grasp, the other almost fell on his ass if it wasn't for the wall behind him.
"Turn around, baobei." Zhongli commands, taking off his coat and rolling up his sleeves to reveal his darkened skin, decorated with lines of gold. Childe barely processed the god's words before facing the wall, hands pushing against the surface as he spread his legs in submission.
"Hurry, please." The harbinger begged, desperate to have something inside him, to fill him and keep him satiated. But Zhongli has other plans. The god crouched down, holding Childe's cheeks apart before plunging his draconic tongue inside the dripping cunt. The walls contracts against the thick appendage at the sudden force, ripping out a wanton moan from the other.
Childe's jaw slacked, cheeks pressed against the wall, legs shaking at the feeling of Zhongli's tongue thrusting inside him. His walls was further stretched to the point that the mere feeling of Zhongli's tongues was too much. It went on until the tip of Zhongli's tongue reached a spongy barrier, the appendage teasing the rim, threatening to breach the soft muscle. Closer and closer, Childe feels his high approaching. Zhongli sensed it, immediately pulling away with a mixture of slick and saliva dripping down from his chin.
The hole gapes, twitching at the loss of Zhongli's tongue, its sight looks tantalizing. The god hums, utterly pleased. Only he can open up his little mate and leave him gaping. He grabs the harbinger's small waist, pressing his crotch against the exposed sex, Childe mewls and grinds back against the tent on his pants.
Zhongli wanted to tease him further but he himself cannot hold on any longer. Hastily, the god pulled down his pants, taking out his cock with a relieved sigh. The tip kisses Childe's opening, smearing slick and precum all over his labia. The god took his time coating his cock with their fluids to avoid hurting his precious lover.
"Zhongli, please." Hearing his mate's plea pushed him to the edge. Zhongli held his cheeks apart, wasting no time, he bucked his hips forward, sheathing his cock inside the harbinger.
"Aghhk—" The air was punched out of Childe's lungs, his cunt clenching around the intrusion. He can feel Zhongli push further in until he runs out of space, he can feel the tip kissing his cervix. Childe's eyes rolled at the back of his head, nails scratching the wall in front of him, his tongue lolling out creating a perfect image of a cock hungry whore. A laugh left Zhongli's lips, carding his fingers through the ginger locks.
"You like being fucked like a slut, baobei? Like the idea of being bred in public?" Zhongli murmured against the harbinger's back as he started thrusting shallowly, allowing the crown of his cock to stimulate his mate's second entrance. Childe nodded eagerly, mind incapable of forming any coherent thoughts.
Moans and grunts resonate within the walls of the alley. Zhongli noticed a couple of youngsters passing by, immediately slowing down his thrusts. Confused, Childe's eyes darted towards the source, they both stilled for a moment, but a sudden jolt of Zhongli's hips brought Childe back to reality. Tears swell on the corner of his eyes as he muffle his moans behind his hand. He wanted to stop, the risk of getting caught is high, yet, he rutted back to meet the god's consistent thrusts.
Too busy in their own business, the pair didn't notice the group disappear, not that they mind. Zhongli went back to battering the other's cervix until the barrier unfurled.
Childe feels like he'd pass out any moment, his legs were aching, not to mention the painfully delicious sensation of having his womb penetrated deeply. It's not long until Zhongli buried himself balls deep, releasing his seeds within the warm confines of his mate's womb.
Loads of cum flooded the harbinger's insides, painting his walls white, it felt forever before they both calmed down from their high, stabilizing their breathing. Zhongli began to pull out, globs of cum leaked out of the used hole. Childe would normally ask the god to leave it inside but he remembers they're still in public.
Once composed, Childe pushed himself away from the wall and fell into his lover's arms. Zhongli smiles down at him, not an ounce of regret can be seen on his features. The warmth of the other's body makes him drowsy, he knows that Zhongli will transport them to his realm any second. Before the god did, Childe slapped his arm, a groan rumbling out of his throat.
"Just so you know, we're never doing that again."