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Spicy Scene #1 from Entirely Out of Spite - Flipside, Chapter 12, takes place after their dinner date
They’re moving towards the bed and along the way, pieces of clothing are stripped off and dropped to the floor without a care in the world until they have their pants left. Zhongli nudges Ajax down and they’re on the bed, kissing while hands greedily roam across silken skin, caressing every swell of firm muscles.
This is hardly the first time they’ve kissed and grabbed at each other passionately with their shirts off, and from the way he feels the other angles his head to deepen the kiss, their practice and familiarity with each other is paying off.
“Z-Zhongli,” Ajax says with a gasp when they break off. He makes a soft little sound when Zhongli dips down to run his lips down his neck, spreading more hungry, nipping kisses on smooth, unblemished flesh. “Hm, Zhongli—ah!”
His Ajax feels good under him—warm and strong and oh, so sweet to the taste. Even all the breathless, shy moans he makes are music to his ears, with every breath, every sound fueling his hunger. Zhongli shifts his body to plant more kisses and feels his Ajax’s hardness brushing against his, and the cry that escapes from the other’s lips sends a dangerous surge of want and need through his veins.
Ah, now they’re starting to veer into brand new territory.
“Hm, fuck,” Zhongli growls with an uncharacteristic crassness as he pulls away. Despite all the, as Ajax calls them, “hot make out sessions”, they never had a serious discussion about whether Ajax is ready for something more serious. He loathes to part from his Ajax but if they continue, he’s afraid he’ll end up taking something from his beloved before he’s ready to give.
Even if his Ajax looks sinfully tempting on the bed—hair dishevelled, eyes watery, lips swollen, and body deliciously pink with red marks blooming where Zhongli’s lips were. It’s only barely that Zhongli’s sense of propriety wins out.
He will not take from his priest like a mindless evil god solely consumed by his own greed and savage needs. He will only slate his thirst when Ajax is fully committed to giving himself to him. Whether it’s after their marriage or before, he will leave that decision to Ajax.
(In the back of his mind, he can hear Cloud Retainer squawks in outrage about the lack of propriety for even considering taking his Ajax before marriage, but frankly, his control has been fraying dangerously day by painful day. If there’s a possibility that Ajax wants it before, then Zhongli will eagerly go for it and then marry his Ajax properly. Propriety be damned.)
“Zhongli?”
There’s a hand cupping his cheek and brushing his bangs aside. Zhongli closes his eyes, breathes heavily, and presses a lingering kiss against that hand.
“My little love,” he says, “I won’t continue unless you are willing to give yourself fully to me. I do not wish to disrespect you by taking what I shouldn’t.”
Ajax blinks. “Taking what you shouldn’t?” he asks, face scrunching in confusion. “What do you me—oh!” His eyes go wide, then his face grows red as a tomato once more. “Oh you mean, ah, um, you mean you want to—uh, with me.”
Although he’s clearly embarrassed and the last bit of that sentence is spoken with a squeak, he’s also giving Zhongli’s words some thought, which makes Zhongli feels more assured. His Ajax may be young but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. After a little bit, Ajax mumbles: “I’ve um, I’ve never done that with anyone before. Hell, you’re the first boyfriend I’ve had and you’re the first person I’ve kissed, like, romantically, so maybe for this time, we don’t have to go all the way? I did say how I wanted to try doing mouth stuff before…”
Zhongli nods and kisses him on the lips. “Mouth stuff it is then.”
His hands skirt to Ajax’s pants and deftly undoes them before removing his own. The wide-eyed stare and hard swallow he gets from Ajax sends his ego soaring; it’s always nice to see just how much Ajax appreciates…the view. But it won’t do him any good if he leaves Ajax in his tongue-tied state. He wants to hear all those lovely cries from those lips again, the sooner the better.
“Why don’t I show you all the wonderful ‘mouth stuff’ I know, hm?” he says, voice low and a ravenous smirk spreading across his face.
“Zhongli!” Ajax squeaks as he hooks his finger under the waistband of his underwear and tugs it down to free his hard cock. Hm, every part of Ajax is perfect, and this part is no different. His beloved’s cock is long and more slender than his own, and pretty and pink though Zhongli doubts Ajax would appreciate it if he said that out loud despite how true it is. It’s also obvious that the boy is pent up; beads of precum is gathering at the tip and trailing down his length, making the skin shiny and wet. Seeing just how much his beloved desires for him renews the surge of hunger within Zhongli.
“Zhongli, d-don’t just stare at me, do something!”
Zhongli chuckles. “Of course, of course. I just wanted to appreciate you. My Ajax is so lovely.”
He draws closer and laps at the velvety skin, drawing his tongue along the length to the head, circling it and teasing it to draw out more pre. A purr rumbles low in his throat at the shaky moan he wrings out of Ajax as the salty musk that hits him. He can feel the way the other’s thighs are flexing under his bracing grip, can see how his fingers are leaving little indents in that soft, supple skin. The boy might bruise when they're done, and the thought pleases him immeasurably.
With another rumbling purr, he opens his mouth and takes in the cockhead, letting it drag against the inside of his lips and tongue while he savours the heat and weight. There’s more of that musky salt, and Ajax is gripping his hair, sending twinges of pain in his scalp, but he ignores it in favour of suckling the cockhead further before sinking down to take more of the length. Hmm, it’s been a long time since he’s pleasured a lover in this manner, and he can’t say he misses it all too much. But the delicious way his Ajax is trying to stifle his desperate little moans, the way his hips are twitching from trying to fuck his mouth, and the wet, wet heat and girth that’s stretching his lips open—all of it is making him want to do it more, to tease his sweet Ajax until he unravels from his touch alone.
And his Ajax sounds so sweet. He’s crying out, his voice wet: “Z-Zhongli! Gods, Zhongli, please—!” Zhongli can feel his desperate need in every twitch of his body and in the energy that’s building within him. Whether Ajax realizes it or not, he’s offering his pleasure to him on a silver platter, all wrapped up in a bow of heat and lust and pure neediness for Zhongli to—suck him, fuck him, make him cum, please, please, Zhongli—and Zhongli feels the wild hunger in his stomach flares. He draws back and in the next breath, he sinks down and devours.
He takes Ajax’s pleasure shamelessly, tongue wrapping around the length, tracing against the vein while he bobs his head and sucks at the hard, wet cock. His face feels hot and the boy is bucking into his mouth, control fraying in his desperate need to fuck, but unable to do anything else least Zhongli allows it. Ajax’s cries are growing needier, more addictive in their shameless wantonness, and a quick glance towards his face shows beautifully flushed cheeks, blue tear-filled eyes, and his swollen lips open to let out more pitiful begging mewls for, “Zhongli—Zhongli!” Still, he moves at his steadfast pace, enjoying the other’s cock on his own time, his only mercy being his hand that releases its tight grip on one lovely thigh to tease the other’s swollen balls.
But he knows his Ajax won’t last long; he can feel the way that cock is twitching in his mouth while the taste of salt and musk grow stronger. With a growl, he skirts his hands around Ajax’s hips and drags him up as his mouth sinks down on the cock, all the way down until he’s nosing against Ajax’s pubes and he’s swallowing the hard length down to his throat—
Ajax tosses his head back and cums hard with a cry. His muscles are shivering, legs kicking uselessly while his grip on Zhongli’s hair becomes iron tight. But Zhongli cannot register the pain, not when a wave of pure delicious energy slams into him, lighting up his nerves with distilled euphoric pleasure. Oh, he can sense and feel his Ajax’s offering of pleasure and joy and heady satisfaction mixed with a powerful, greedy love for Zhongli and Zhongli knows that after this taste, nothing else—prayers, offerings, or otherwise—will be enough. He groans and continues to desperately take, gripping Ajax’s hips hard to keep them canted up as he drinks and drinks in his Ajax’s release in greedy mouthfuls.
He drinks until he feels Ajax’s cries give way to little hiccupping sobs, keeps that cock in him until every last drop is taken, and it softens in his mouth. He only lets go when he feels Ajax whining from oversensitivity.
“H-holy fuck, Zhongli,” Ajax says, breathless, whimpering when Zhongli gives his sex one last kiss before trailing more nipping bites along the inside of his bruised thigh. “Oh my god.”
It takes a few more seconds for Zhongli to wrestle his inner dragon down for his more human side to take over. It’s hard when he feels so very powerful—yes, his precious little priest, his perfect mate, has given him such a strong and delicious offering. He wonders how much stronger he will feel if his mate gives him his virginity, how much more delicious that energy will be. And how beautiful will his mate look writhing under him as he splits him open on his cock, begging him for m—
He forces his eyes close and takes a deep breath. No. Not unless Ajax wants to and on his own volition. He is not like those mindless evil gods. He will not mindlessly take.
He feels a hand caressing the side of his face and he blinks. Somehow, he’s sitting up and Ajax is on his knees, leaning close to him. There are tear tracks running down his cheeks but he’s beaming.
“Zhongli,” he whines and nuzzles against his neck, kissing at his pulse. “Zhongli, thank you. But, um, do you need some help with that?”
He gestures to the large tent in Zhongli’s underwear.
“I can take care of that,” Zhongli answers. “It’s alright, Ajax.”
He moves to stand up but Ajax stops him. “What? No, that’s not fair! I can’t just leave you like this after…after…”
The flush comes back with a vengeance. Ajax coughs a little in his fist. “A-anyway, I want to do what you just did to you too! I’ve never done it though so…do you mind if you can help me?”
His hungry inner dragon perks up with interest. Zhongli has to take another deep breath to steady his control.
“I can help you if you are willing,” he rumbles. “My darling mate.”
Ajax gives a small, embarrassed little nod as Zhongli settles back in bed, making himself comfortable against the pillow. Ajax bites his lips and pulls his underwear down with nervous hands.
“Holy fuck,” he blurts out. “Zhongli, you’re hung!”
Zhongli laughs. He feels a bit bad seeing how wide-eyed his little love is becoming, but he can’t help it when his Ajax is so endearing. “If you want, you can stick to using your hands instead—”
Ajax shakes his head furiously. “Hell no! I’m going to return the favour! I’m not going to give up. Just…what do I do first?”
“Use your hands and get comfortable, my love,” Zhongli suggests. He lets out a soft sound of satisfaction when he feels a soft hand curl around his length, slowly pumping it. “Hmm, there you go. No need to feel shy. I’m all yours, after all.”
Ajax swallows hard, his grip tightening. “Fuck, Zhongli.”
He lets Ajax have his fill exploring his body. His lover is quite the fast learning; after a few minutes, he’s running his hands liberally across Zhongli’s body before returning to his length to stroke and tease him. Zhongli watches through half-lidded eyes at the cute expression of utter focus his Ajax is sporting, pleasure mounting while a thumb rubs against the tip of his cock to play with the wetness, then trailing down to trace the veins, pumping him steadily once more.
“Darling. Beloved…”
“A-am I doing alright?” Ajax asks, voice hitching a little while a pretty blush paints the bridge of his nose and the top of his cheeks in a swash of pink.
“More than alright. More, please.”
Ajax nods and shifts back so that he’s leaning close to his length. Zhongli leans over and cards his hair through his fingers.
“Start slow, love,” he murmurs, “Just like how you were touching me. Get comfortable with just the head first but mind the teeth.”
He bites back his groan when Ajax flicks his pink tongue against his slit, catching a drop of his pre in a kittenish lick. His lips part and he leans forward once more, tongue running across the head to wet more of the skin then, slowly letting it pop past his lips.
Zhongli hisses. The warmth wetness feels amazing. Ajax is suckling the head, cheeks hollowing as his long lashes flutter shut. He looks like he’s enjoying himself thoroughly as he draws back to tease his slit then sinking down to take another inch. He’s got one soft hand stroking the base of Zhongli’s cock, keeping it steady so that he can take it easier, while his other hand is groping his thigh. Slowly, steadily, his lips part, pushing open wider to fit more and more of Zhongli’s broad, hot shaft into his mouth with every bob of his head.
Zhongli feels his breathing grow harsher. Hmm, his lover is learning fast. That teasing tongue is growing bolder with the way it’s gliding along his length. Ajax is making little sounds, soft little whining moans as his mouth wraps his length in silky tight hotness, face flushed and sweaty, lips shiny from Zhongli’s seed and his own drool as he works hard for Zhongli’s pleasure. Works hard to let Zhongli fuck his pretty little mouth good and proper. Perfect little lover.
Perfect little cockslut, Zhongli’s inner dragon rumbles with approval while he tightens his hold of Ajax’s hair just like how he’s tightening his tenuous control over himself.
His thoughts are interrupted by another little whine. Oh, his Ajax looks frustrated. He can feel his cock bump against the back of his throat—no gag reflex, his inner dragon notes with dark pleasure—but despite best attempts, a few inches of Zhongli’s length is still outside while the rest of his mouth is already fully occupied. He lets go of Ajax when he feels the other draw back, releasing his cock with a filthy wet pop.
“Zhongli,” Ajax says, his voice plaintive. “You’re so big. How do I—I want all of you inside.”
Zhongli has to take another deep breath, trying to drown out his inner dragon comments— Perfect little cockslut. Perfect to bend over and split his sweet hole open on your cock—“Why don’t we change positions. It will be easier.”
He sits up on the bed, letting his legs fall open while Ajax gets on his knees on the floor. He watches at the way the other immediately reaches for his length to drag his lips along his cock, pressing worshipful kisses along sensitive skin and his mind flashes to a picture of him on his throne. His Ajax is kneeling before him like so, pleasuring him in front of his adepti, showing to the whole of Liyue and Teyvat just who he belongs to.
“Focus on relaxing, love,” he manages to hiss out. He’s gripping on the bedsheet so hard that he can feel the cloth tear. “Breathe out when you swallow and take as much as you feel comfortable.”
Ajax flutters his eyes shut and tries again.
The new position helps; Zhongli can feel the way his cock is sliding inside easier, deeper every time Ajax bobs down to take him. Kneeling like this, he looks almost drunk on cock, his little moans and the dirty squelsh of wet lips wrapped around his girth adds to the debaucherous image. And then, his Ajax is getting greedier, letting each slide getting deeper and deeper and Zhongli curses. His cockhead is hitting against the back of his throat again but Ajax is adamant. In the next slide, Ajax moves forward, swallowing and Zhongli can feel himself pushing past tight muscles, stretching them apart and sinking into something tighter and hotter—
“Fuck!”
His hand flies to the back of Ajax’s head, trying to stop him but Ajax refuses. Ajax swallows down his cock, moving closer still until his face is buried in Zhongli’s pubes just like what Zhongli had done for him. Meanwhile, one of Ajax’s hands grasps Zhongli’s—the one gripping his hair—and he gives it a squeeze, pressing Zhongli’s hand further against his head.
Pleading for Zhongli to grip tighter. Begging Zhongli to use him. To use his mouth for his pleasure.
As if Zhongli can resist what his lover wants.
He tightens his grip on soft, silky hand and with a low, dark, growl, holds him still so that he can fuck that tight throat good and proper.
Zhongli is bucking his hips, feeding his Ajax his cock, and fuck. Fuck. Everything feels hot and tight and delicious. He can—hmm—he can see the way his cockhead is straining the young man’s throat a little, can see it poking just slightly every time he sinks deep. And his Ajax, his Ajax is perfect. Blue eyes are fluttering as if unsure whether to keep them shut or not from the overwhelming sensations. His lashes are clumped together from fresh tears running down his face, his cheeks rosy red, but his expression, sweet gods, he looks euphoric and needy. And he is looking at Zhongli now, looking at him with hazy, greedy eyes that mirror the same dark greed Zhongli feels for him. Like he won’t ever be satisfied until he steals every single drop from him.
“Sweetheart, little love, gods, your mouth,” he rasps, breath shaking as his pleasure grows wild and uncontrolled. “So close. I’m so close. I’m fuck—”
He cums with a choked moan. Pulses hard while he feels that throat working hard to swallow down his seed. He cums until he feels like he’s been drained dry, only coming back to himself at the sensation of Ajax finally drawing away, a string of white sticking to his lips and trailing down his chin.
And Ajax looks incredibly smug like he’s won the world’s largest jackpot. He drags his finger through the cum on his chin and pops it in his mouth. Zhongli groans.
“B-beloved, please. Have some mercy on this poor old dragon.”
He does help his lover up on the bed, immediately wrapping his arms around him so that they can cuddle properly. Ajax snuggles against his shoulder and kisses the patch of skin under his collarbone.
“So, this is what you mean by mouth stuff,” he says. His throat is hoarse and Zhongli is ashamed by how hot he finds it. He feels his dick give a valiant little twitch. “I like it a lot. Did you like it, too?”
Zhongli lifts his chin up and gives him a filthy kiss, wrinkling his nose a little at the taste of himself on his beloved’s tongue, but the idea of them exchanging each other’s spent like that doesn’t displease him. At all.
“I love it,” he murmurs against Ajax’s lips. “I wasn’t too rough on you then, was I?”
Ajax snorts. “No, Zhongli. You’ve been very, very gentle up until I asked you not to, and even then, you’ve been perfect. I don’t know how you’re able to keep your control like that.”
“Only just barely,” he admits. His eyes flit to Ajax’s rosy skin and at the goosepimples that are starting to develop. He frowns. “Hm. Let’s go get cleaned up, my love. Then, it’s some soothing honey tea for you and it’s bed time.”
They share a shower, exchanging slow, lazy kisses under the hot water, get their beverages, and go to bed wrapped around each other with Ajax sprawling on top of Zhongli like a possessive octopus. As Zhongli drifts off, he hears Ajax mumbles, “I want to do more mouth stuff tomorrow. I wanna wake you up to a blow job and I wanna try sixty-nining.”
His inner dragon gives a loud purr of approval while his more sensible, human side whimpers mentally.
Zhongli has no idea what a “sixty-nining” is but he suspects that has unlocked something ravenous within his sweet little lover. He will know no peace moving forward, he can feel it in his soul.