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“Fuck.” Childe hisses.
His hands claw and tear into the bed sheets he’s no doubt ruined yet again. He’ll chalk it up to the tab of destroyed furniture he already owes the inn for. Another mattress, two head boards, a set of handcrafted (namely, expensive) dishware, and several sets of sheets woven from the local silk flowers.
Zhongli breaks his bank in more ways than one. And, he thinks he’s going to break his back too.
Childe’s almost folded in half like a goddamn piece of paper. Not unlike the crisp, neat envelope that was left on his desk this morning at the Northland Bank. Thank Celestia, Nadia has learned not to snoop on the… ah, personal correspondences he shares with one funeral parlor consultant.
(The first time she had shoved the envelope into his arms. No evidence of tampering, as expected of a Fatui operative, except for the furiously scandalized blush on her face. Childe had laughed. Teased her about it for a week straight. She could barely maintain eye contact with him, even under that mask. After that, there were no more repeat incidents.)
“You’re exceptionally vocal today.”
Childe heaves. A grin is gritted out with a groan. His back pushes into the bed, hips arching off to thrust himself deeper on Zhongli’s cock. His mouth drops, eyes rolled back.
“Hah~” He barely wrenches. Zhongli chuckles, far too amused for the man whose hands bear down on the meat of his thighs. Childe’s knees nearly touch his chest, bent over with Zhongli’s cock fucking his insides in deep strokes.
“Eager, too.” Zhongli says, fond enough to make him blush.
It’s not fair. It’s been over a week. Zhongli can’t tease him like this.
“Ah~” He bites down on his lips, eyes screwing shut. His comeback is drowned out with air punched out of his lungs at each hit. “Dammit, Zhongli.”
Childe’s dick throbs. His stomach is already caked with drying cum from earlier. Zhongli pants above him. He is hazed out, sweat slicked, and ridiculously handsome with his hair pooling over his shoulders. He nips at Childe’s leg, hooked over him, sucking and dragging his tongue along the abused flesh.
He bites down. Childe yelps, and spasms on that fat cock with a wretched moan. Zhongli snaps. His hips stutter. There’s that face, that beautiful, blissed out, utterly wrecked one which Childe is assured he’s the only one alive in this era to see.
Zhongli pulls away and reaches between their bodies at the point of connection. Childe stifles down a groan. A complaint bubbles forth. His ankles hook behind his neck.
(This routine of theirs has, at least, helped with his flexibility.)
“Don’t you dare pull out.” Zhongli practically pulses on top of him. His eyes widen at Childe’s insistence. “I want-“ It’s so hard to think straight with that tingle settling in his limbs. The base of his stomach is full of dripping arousal about to burst. His thumb digs into his slit where precum beads freely, messily sliding over his own cock.
It twitches. He’s so fucking close. If Zhongli would give him a little more.
“’m a good mate for you. Right, Zhongli?” Childe’s head lolls back. The ceiling moves with each shift of the bed. He can’t contain it, every thought that crosses his mind is babbled out, as he attempts to ride out this feeling with the minimal leverage his position allows. Childe struggles on it. He’s stretched so full already. His chest heaves with a desperate whine. “Made for your cum. You’ll use me, won’t you? Cum inside? Breed me full. Ah, Zhongli- please-!”
Fuck-
Childe’s eyes squeeze shut, the sensation of Zhongli’s dick rearranging his goddamn guts is too much-
and that- that idea, even if it’s something babbled in the heat of the moment- it’s so hot.
Zhongli must think so too with the heavy groan above. His thrust settles deep, the pace languid and torturous as if he just wants to keep himself there. Stuffing Childe full so that nothing can escape.
The grip on his thighs tightens. A dangerous strength that starts to actually hurt. It feels so good when Zhongli finally lets into him. His tongue slips from his mouth, drool spills down his chin, as Childe is rammed into the mattress.
His hand slips from his own dick to brace himself against it. There’s an audible crack beneath them. Wood splinters and the frame falls and hits the floor with them still on top. The impact has him nearly seeing stars, despite the splitting pain that shoots through Childe’s back. Zhongli, of course, is totally unfazed.
(150,000 mora added to the running bill.)
Childe’s lip trembles beneath the teeth that tear it red. He can see himself at this angle. His rim all stretched out. Red and swollen, speared by the girth of Zhongli’s cock. It’s wet. Slick with cum, lube, probably some of Childe’s own spit, as it slides with a delectable burn.
Childe thinks he can cum just from this. No better than some cocksleeve, a hole for Zhongli to fuck, able to get his pleasure without even touching himself to completion. And from the thought of Zhongli buried inside, filling him to the brim. Leaving him this dripping, inconsolable mess, belly bred full.
An archon’s- no, a dragon’s mate.
Childe’s head falls wanton to the side. He hiccups a laugh that breaks with the rapid rise and fall of his flushed chest. He’s absolutely manic on the edge. “Would you like that? Knocking me up? I’d give you such strong children-“ Childe grins wildly. His mouth is covered in his own spit, and he groans from the punishment he receives.
“Yes, Ajax- oh, fuck.”
Zhongli grabs him in the moment and yanks him onto his lap. Childe gasps at the sudden shift in his gravity and how easily this man can manhandle him.
Zhongli’s mouth seals over his. Childe’s is stuffed full of his tongue. He chokes on it with messy noises when he’s impaled down on the man’s dick. Zhongli presses a hand between them. Fingers splay out in the dried cum splashed on Childe’s abs. There’s a thrum, like a pulse of geo energy, that resonates deep in his bones. The energy equally pleasurable as it is nauseating.
Childe gags. His body seizes, and he cums instantly with an intense shiver that wracks him. His hands scramble over Zhongli’s shoulders, biting scratches into his skin. His load drips down Zhongli’s stomach and in the sliver of space between them.
Zhongli bottoms out completely, and with a groan of his name into Childe’s mouth, coats his insides with hot cum.
Childe lays limp in his arms. Zhongli has yet to disengage, keeping him warm on his cock and plugging him full. The fresh semen barely spills from him like this, stuffed up inside him, only trickles of it drip down his thighs. He squirms on top of Zhongli. The sensation is suddenly too much, like he’s left some exposed, raw nerve in his post-nut delirium.
“Hey,” Is that even his voice? It’s sounds so fucked. “I-I need to get cleaned up. I have a meeting, uh… thirty minutes ago.”
Zhongli holds him in place. He noses at his neck, licking down between his collar and shoulder and bites. Childe’s entire body goes straight with a broken gasp. Teeth tear into skin, and the coolness of his own blood drips down his chest.
Childe struggles. His hands tremble on top of Zhongli, unable to fully grasp him. “Geez, what’s gotten into you.”
Zhongli laps it up. “Just a moment longer.” He mutters into his skin, still wrapped so tight around him.
Childe sighs. It has been some time since they’ve been together. He can indulge him this time.
Childe finds Zhongli waiting outside the Northland Bank entrance a few days later. It’s odd. Not their usual schedule at all. It’s pure luck that Zhongli manages to catch him leaving the building, or that he’s even there at all.
He looks awfully serious, lurking in the shadow of the bank’s overhang. Childe bumps into him intentionally.
“Wait long? You could have told someone, you know.” Childe teases, easily. Zhongli’s attention perks up at him. Ever inflating his already massive ego. “We have dinner plans tonight. Couldn’t wait that long to see me?”
“Not quite. I thought you might accompany me to lunch.”
Childe had planned to skip it today. He has business with some reporting Fatui operatives from the Dragonspine region. It can always wait. He’s a Harbinger after all. They’re at his beck and call, not the other way around.
He always slides so easy to Zhongli’s side, following the man down the stairs from the archway.
“I’ll have to start charging if you continue to monopolize my time like this, Zhongli.”
“As I am absent of mora, you will have to take your payment through other means. I am sure we could find something suitable.”
“Oh,” He toys with a suggestive tone. Surely, Zhongli will pick up on his intentions. He’s never been particularly discreet. “What if I wanted my repayment ASAP?”
Zhongli stops, and Childe runs into his back.
“I could oblige in that. Tell me, Childe. What did you have in mind?”
Oh. Childe smirks. He’s had a lot of thoughts on all manner of repayment. Afterall, Zhongli owes him for a lifetime.
He is once again bent over for Zhongli.
(It appears to be a position Childe finds himself in often nowadays.)
Childe’s cock throbs. It bounces between his legs. His pants already pooled at his knees. Zhongli’s face buries in his neck. It shoots a shiver down his spine- almost like he’s inhaling Childe’s very soul. Too often Childe feels like a meal left for him to devour. Even if more often than not, he is the one setting the table.
His arms hook feverishly over the railing of this much too public, too broad daylight, terrace. Childe can see the busy port beneath them, the waves crashing against the pier. The angle helps, but if someone just looked up-
Childe tears out a moan. It’s stifled down into his forearms. With his head ducked in them, he’s able to catch a glimpse between his legs at the torturously dry hand that rubs his cock raw. Zhongli didn’t even bother to remove his gloves.
“I would keep quiet, unless you want to draw attention to yourself.” Zhongli breathes hot against his ear.
How lucky of Zhongli. He doubts event he Qixing would complain of him if they were caught like this. Too respectable and reputed in this city. Not to mention, they’d probably relish having one of their own fuck the Harbinger, who’d wrought so much trouble to the city, senseless. Childe on the other hand- whore would hardly be an insult at this point.
“You’re the one that-“
Childe’s words are muffled by the fingers that slide into his mouth. They push down against his tongue, scooping and coating themselves in thick globs of his spit. He chokes on them in some semblance of Zhongli’s name.
The man behind him hushes him in the sweetest tone.
He’s still loose from the night before, and takes Zhongli’s fingers easily.
Zhongli milks the orgasm from him, slowly with the soft crook of fingers. He catches it all. The palm of his gloves coated in the milky pool of Childe’s seed with each spurt and dribble down the head. “There you go. Is this the remuneration you wanted?”
“I-I-“ Zhongli laughs at him. That asshole. It’s not his fault his vocabulary is failing him now. Childe’s face is hot, but somehow, he manages to string together something intelligible. “Yes, fuck-!”
(Too loud, he thinks one of the dock workers makes eye contact with him for a split second.)
Zhongli does not stop. Childe wheezes, writhing from the rough drag of gloves over his dripping cock, and he thrashes back against his chest with yet another orgasm wrenched from him. Zhongli’s hand cups over the tip, catching Childe’s seed in it. The rest spills between his fingers.
“I have a request, Ajax.”
Childe muffles an affirmative noise with the eager nod of his head. He looks between his legs where his erection flags, drenched in his cum and still flushed dark. Zhongli teases over the cleft of his ass. His rim quivers. The remnants of Childe’s load is painted across it, as Zhongli scoops and pushes the lukewarm liquid into his ass. He digs around and shoves his fingers so deep. It’s strange, a bit dizzying of a sensation to have his own cum coat his insides.
Once satisfied, Zhongli fills him with something larger. It’s cold, and his walls cling eagerly to the new intrusion.
Childe jolts when the object is fully seated inside, adjusting to the stretch of his rim from the flared base. This tapered shape, it’s something too familiar to him. Suddenly, he curses remembering Zhongli recently returned from accompanying the Traveler.
Ironic, that his own spoils would be used on him like this.
Zhongli pets the small of his back.
“Wear it until tonight. Can you take it?”
Childe would never back down from a challenge.
“Of course, I can-“ He says indignantly. Zhongli hands him the belt of his pants. This man- he’s really serious about it, isn’t he? Wasn’t this supposed to be Childe’s repayment? How did he get roped into doing Zhongli favors?
“Ah,” He hums. Zhongli pins him back against the railing. His arms cage him there for an instant. There’s a kiss placed at the corner of his mouth- too chaste considering what Zhongli has done to him. “Good boy.”
Ah, fuck.
Childe’s eyes roll. That’s how he gets roped into this shit.
Childe stares crossly at his belt, buckling it through and readjusting his Vision. How obvious is it going to be that he’s half-chub with a plug up his ass back at work? If anyone doesn’t already know they’re fucking, it’s going to be blatantly obvious now. Suddenly, he loathes his choice of white pants.
Zhongli removes his gloves in a swift motion, inverting the dirtied fabric to shove them in his pockets. He straightens the collar of Childe’s jacket, adjusting his undershirt back into place. He’s eyed up, and apparently, deemed appropriate. Despite the fact, that Childe feels anything but. Each movement he makes, has him squirming with the plug shifting inside of him.
His stomach churns low with arousal, and Zhongli has the audacity to act like this is any old day.
“Do you have any preferences for lunch?”
“You- you expect me to go like this?!”
“Well, of course, this was the payment you requested. It doesn’t change our initial plans.”
Childe chokes on a laugh. His cheeks burn.
“Yeah. No. Sorry, but I do have a work schedule to keep. Though I appreciate the pleasant distraction. I’ll see you later to-“
Zhongli catches him. “Really.” He says with a tone that makes Childe’s stomach flutter. “You’re far too laissez fare with your own body. Skipping meals and sleep. I understand your job prevents a regular schedule, but some effort on your part-“
Childe tears his arm away, annoyed.
“What are you fretting over me for? I may not be 6000 years old, but by human standards I am no child.” Alias not included. “I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”
Zhongli sighs. It appears he hadn’t meant to rile Childe up like this.
“I only wish for you to be healthy. As our relationship progresses, as does my concern for our potential-“
Oh, did he have to be so goddamned earnest? It’s already pulling at his heartstrings, and Zhongli barely even has to try.
Childe steams.
“Fine. Fine! I’ll eat my vegetables, fuck.” He bristles. “As for sleep, you’re as much of a nuisance to that as my job. Maybe you should take responsibility.”
Zhongli considers it far too seriously.
Childe balks.
Celestia, what has he gotten into?