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To Childe, Zhongli has always looked good. It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, but there’s times where he looks even better.
For example, right now? Zhongli looks amazing between his legs.
Of course, Zhongli is talking. Childe doesn’t have a problem with that, it means he is genuinely interested in whatever topic is on hand and that enthusiasm makes Childe’s heart clutch in a stupid way unrelated to battle or duty.
The problem is that the topic at Zhongli’s hand is Childe’s anatomy, and Zhongli’s face is so close to his dripping pussy that Childe can feel every flutter of breath on his short hairs when Zhongli opens his goddamn mouth for something besides putting his tongue up Childe, and it’s driving Childe crazy.
And to make it worse, the topic is also relevant to their location: their kitchen. Childe has his ass on the countertop, legs spread and hands very carefully far away from any implements of destruction, culinary or sentient, leaving nothing for Childe to do but cover his face in embarrassment as Zhongli waxes eloquent on Childe’s taste.
“Your diet makes it…” Zhongli dips his head and Childe bites back a curse as Zhongli’s tongue curls about his dick, then skirts away from it, his tongue tracing the slippery pink skin covers the damn thing, “Distinct.”
“H-huh?” Childe blinks, opening his fingers enough to look down at Zhongli’s head. He can’t reach out and touch Zhongli, it’d mean Zhongli would make this foreplay last even longer despite Childe being absolutely okay with having his smalls pulled off and a dick shoved in at any possible time-
“You taste distinct,” Zhongli continues patiently, even as he slides two fingers into the first of Childe’s two holes, making Childe writhe at the pressure, “And different, today.” Childe can feel the smooth, soft leather of Zhongli’s gloves- oh god, Zhongli still has his gloves on and Childe’s body clenches down harder as a breath shudders into his lungs.
“You- nngh- you-” Childe heaves out that breath, letting his head fall back, “there can’t be that much of a difference.” There’s barely a difference in the angle of Zhongli’s fingers, but it makes a world of difference as Childe’s nerves sizzle, his fingers scrambling across the counter. Zhongli has kissed him with that mouth, put those fingers in Childe’s mouth, and Childe has never noticed any sort of difference beyond the occasional cyclical annoyance of the Scarlet Archon’s visits.
“Your slick’s flavor is dependent on what you eat,” it’s not fucking fair, how bright Zhongli’s eyes get as he talks, how tenderly he pulls his fingers out before Childe could get even a little taste of relief.
Childe huffs out a breath, the only food he wants right now is refusing to feed him, and he can’t even muster the will to protest when Zhongli is so damn happy with Childe like this. His eyes glow like lanterns, bright and hot enough to cast light across Childe’s stomach, face hopefully flushed, and watching him, him alone, with an adoration that makes Childe feel right.
“In the winter, you often eat dried fruit, which sweetens your juices, in the summer, the rich foods deepen your taste,” Zhongli mercilessly dips his tongue into Childe again, spreading his fingers to part Childe’s lower lips wide, Zhongli’s breath steady and hot across the dark pink skin.
“At times, it isn’t regular, you are more sour, and then, it takes the taste of copper,” that one, Childe knows why. Even with alchemical aides, his body insists on preparing and cleaning as if he’s going to have children, even with his tits cut and gone, all with the Tsaritsa’s blessing, hell, the only thing every Harbinger seemed to have in common is a drive to correct their body regardless the cost-
Once again, Zhongli licks a long stripe along one of his most innermost folds, his tip of his nose almost pressing against Childe’s dick, inspiring a groaning shudder that rattles all of Childe’s thoughts out of his head. Damn this man and his infernal tongue, Childe’s convinced Zhongli changes it when Childe isn’t looking to make him forever unpredictable and startling tremors out of Childe as pleasure throws him up a climatic peak.
“Those things, I am used to. This is… different than any time before,” Zhongli rests his head on Childe’s toned thigh, Childe’s muscles trembling in the aftershocks, wanting to rock his hips into Zhongli’s face but knowing damn well he’d be pinned down with just one hand and teased even more with his body so sensitive. Both of them know Childe isn’t going to take just one moment like that if they have the time, and they definitely have it here.
“Ha, how so?” Childe would like to focus, but with Zhongli’s slow, testing licks and his cruel, teasing fingers, all he can think about is the delicious hum of Zhongli’s voice on his skin, so close to his clit and so far.
Zhongli slips two fingers deep into Childe as he hums thoughtfully, Childe’s back arching into a perfect bow as Childe sucks in a sharp gasp, “Your fluids have shifted slightly, more acrid, as if someone has added vinegar to the recipe. Perhaps I should eat dumplings off of you?”
“Fuck,” Childe swears, propping himself onto his elbows, “We are not doing that, not with what happened with the berries, I was itching for weeks afterward-”
“But how you squirmed was terribly erotic,” that word coming out of Zhongli’s lips makes Childe dig his nails into his palm, the pain cutting the edge of his hunger just enough to let Childe focus.
“Just- damn it, shove it in me before-”
“Ah, no,” Zhongli smoothly interrupts, a kind smile playing on his slick lips that makes Childe want to throttle him and ride Zhongli’s face until they are both raw, “I want to savor this. I could say so many things and never repeat myself on you.”
“Or-” Childe gasps, “You can fuuu-” Before Childe could finish his sentence, Zhongli finally puts his mouth on Childe’s dick, setting teeth ever so lightly on the hood to push the skin back before he sucks with the same ardent intensity he gives to other parts of Childe, and sending Childe back into pleasure before tumbling back down, panting. “Fuuucking unfair, you hopped up-”
Zhongli’s chuckle rumbles across Childe’s skin again, his fingers coaxing out more breathless noises from Childe’s mouth. At least that’s a pair of perks of whatever divine mistake that made Childe’s body like this: a second hole well suited for penetration and the innate near-boundless stamina when it comes to orgasm.
Childe groans as Zhongli slides his hands under Childe’s ass and lifts, his breath brushing exquisitely close to Childe again, taunting him as Zhongli continues to speak, “So sensitive, so good on my fingers. Who would think that I would have such a handsome man begging for me?” Childe squirms against Zhongli’s hands, his praise, pressing his feet against the counter to get the leverage to rock his pussy against Zhongli’s mouth, smearing Zhongli’s face with more of his juices.
Finally, Zhongli rocks against Childe in a delicious, melting counterpoint, sending new tremors down Childe’s spine, coiling in his stomach.
“Ha, I don’t know, I would have, especially with a face like yours,” Childe continues to slowly grind against Zhongli’s cliff-face of a jaw and nose, his heart pounding deliriously in his chest, before Zhongli pushes him back down, his hands, still gloved, continue to tease just outside of Childe’s holes in slow, tediously cruel circles that make Childe suck a desperate breath though both his mouth and nose-
Is something burning?
Childe jerks his head towards the stove, where a plume of black smoke is starting to blossom under the pot.
“FUCK!” It takes a quick flourish of effort before a maelstrom of water douses the flames without affecting the consistency of dinner, Childe glaring down at a smiling Zhongli, hands resting on Childe’s thighs. Childe sighs, swinging a leg over Zhongli’s head so he can hop off the counter to check what they had been cooking, ignoring how his legs shudder from the aftershocks, “If that was your attempt to avoid trying clam chowder, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Behind him, Childe could hear Zhongli get up and reach for something, likely a cloth to clean his gloves and face, before approaching behind Childe and wrapping his arms around Childe’s waist, his clothed erection warm against Childe’s backside, “I am sure it’ll make a fine meal regardless. May I continue?”
“Not if the chowder breaks it won’t,” Childe scolds, even as he carefully stirs the pot, savoring the warmth both before and behind him before he takes a final bowl and stirs in the last ingredient, the chopped clams. “Go get bowls, you can compare me to this later.”
Zhongli reluctantly lets go, the quiet sounds of a cabinet being open, lacquered bowls being acquired turning into an accompaniment to his addition, “If your fluids taste of seafood, that is not a good thing, that generally implies an imbalance, Childe.”
"You can tell me all about it while we eat," Childe brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the chowder as Zhongli returns. It tastes of sea and earth, Liyue’s meat and Snezhnaya’s seas, of roasted hardtack dissolved into broth and preserved ham paired with the brine of clams. Chased down with Zhongli’s lips, still coated with Childe’s lust, Childe could definitely get used to this-
His stomach growled.
But first, dinner.