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It was a warm evening in Liyue, the sun's rays shone onto the busy harbor of the city. The streets were packed with people from all around Teyvat, children ran around while parents watched in peace. Childe was currently making his way to Liulil Pavilion, Scaramouche was in town, though Childe had no idea why. Many young mens eyes gazed at the ginger as he walked by, all presumably knowing the rumor about the Harbinger.
"It's him! Hey look, that's the Harbinger that can seduce any man," one man whispered to another; Childe felt eyes gazing upon his back. A small smirk formed across his pale face, he turned towards the two men and simply winked. The two young men were brought to their knees by the simple gesture, their faces painted red.
'Everyone here just wants a piece of my Snezhnayan rod, don't they?' Childe thought to himself while he snickered out loud.
It didn't take much longer until Childe was standing in front of the Pavilion. He needed to prepare himself for the being that is Scaramouche. Cold, demanding, and degrading, that's the three words Childe can come up with when he thinks about the small Harbinger. Their conversations can go one of two ways, talking about battle plans and Fatui affairs, or being scolded by the hat wearing Harbinger for hours on end.
"I can't help but think that the reputation I gained around here is going to be the main topic of this dinner," Childe whispered to himself as he walked through the double doors. He was smirking all the way through the halls, small laughs occasionally leaving his mouth when he thought about the scolding he was about to get.
Once he reached the dining area, he couldn't help but let a chuckle escape his chapped lips. The sight before him was ridiculous, the small Harbinger was sitting at the end of a long table, with a large plate-like hat sitting atop his round head. His face bore the same expression as always, disgust.
"Ah Scaramouche, it's been awhile, how's the great Tsaritsa doing?" Childe had to fake the smile he showed to the other Harbinger. The ginger decided to ignore the chair directly across from Scaramouche, instead, he opted to plant himself in the seat directly beside the sixth Harbinger.
"She's fine. You know Childe, it's my first time in Liyue." The ginger's brows perked up at this statement.
"Oh, well I'm honored that when you first set foot onto Liyue harbor you thought of me," Childe replied back, a slight smirk grazed his pink lips.
"It's hard not to. While I was walking through the shopping district it seemed like every young man knew of the great Tartaglia," Scaramouche said as he crossed his thin arms. Small bells hanging from the Harbinger's hat rang as he shifted his position. The small sounds stung Childe's ears.
'So annoying!' Childe rolled his eyes.
"You know this city is a lot more laid back than Snezhnaya. Though, all these contracts and booming businesses seem to make a lot of people so… how do I put it? Uptight?" Childe pondered for a second until his eyes lit up. "Ah I got it! So in need of release."
A small "tsk" left Scaramouche's lips, unimpressed as always.
"You know, the first vendor I went to recommend you."
"Oh?" The eleventh Harbinger perked up in his seat.
"He said, ''You're looking a little up-tight, boy. I know just the thing! There's this Fatui man that always hangs by the Northern bank, apparently, he can help any man find great release!" Scaramouche scowled when he was done speaking.
"Ah, these vendors always seem to get a chuckle out of me." Childe smiled at Scaramouche and stared at his round face.
"You're not here for services are you?" Childe questioned. The atmosphere somehow became awkward after Childe's ridiculous statement.
"Archon's no! You'd have to kill me before I'd even think about laying with you!" Scaramouche looked away from the ginger and gazed at the paintings that adored the Pavilions walls. "No, once I heard that you were the all mighty seducer of Liyue men it got me thinking... Who can't he seduce?" Scaramouche let out a chuckle when he looked towards the hydro user. "Then I had a little chat with Signora."
Childe was taken aback by this. Shock was clearly shown on his face.
"Oh? Could it be that you want to make a bet with me?" The two of their eyes met, smiles both adorning their pale skin.
"Well, once I was finished talking with Signora I learned of a certain long haired man. He goes by the name Zhongli, a bit of a mysterious character if you ask me. Though, Signora says he can be a bit of an air head if he so sees fit."
Childe has heard of this man once before. Apparently he's a consultant for a Funeral Parlor located here in Liyue. Not many people in the shopping district gossip about this man though, it's probably because his job is so dissatisfying.
"So Scaramouche, what are you implying?" Childe asked he crossed his arms and leaned back. His gaze never left the purple eyes of the sixth Harbinger.
"I bet you can't get this Zhongli man to sleep with you." Scaramouch said, his eyes were heated, it was a fierce bet and one that Childe was willing to take.
"You seriously doubt my abilities, Scaramouche? How much are we talking? Mora? Or, could it be a higher rank in the Harbingers? Perhaps one loses their visions and gives it to the other? A fair trade if you ask me." Childe smirked at the ideas that he was coming up with. "Ha! Could you imagine me holding not one but two visions? That would be the ultimate bloodshed indeed." Childe imagined all the possibilities this bet could hold for his future.
"No, I can't promise you something that drastic, though, I can promise you a recommendation." Scaramouche stood up from his seat and began to walk around the long table.
"Recommendation? For what?" Childe asked, while his eyes followed the small moving figure.
"For a higher rank in the Harbingers. I'm sure my recommendation can get you the tenth or if you're lucky, maybe even the ninth rank." This bet was quite appealing. A higher rank means higher pay, something he desperately needed for his big family.
"So, all you want me to do is seduce this certain Zhongli, correct?"
"Yep!" Scaramouche replied while he began his departure from the restaurant.
"Don't you need some sort of proof? What should I give you?" Childe asked, confused at the simple bet.
"Oh don't worry Tartaglia. I'll know if you slept with him or not." With that, Scaramouche left just as fast as he arrived.
Childe sat at the Pavilion a little longer, enjoying the pastries Scaramouche bought and seemingly left without a thought.
...
The next day Childe decided to visit the Wangshu Funeral Parlor. He made his way through the busy streets, vendors calling out to eager customers, children running happily around the lantern Iit streets. It was indeed a calming city, that's for sure.
It only took Childe a couple minutes to find the parlor. It was located just a little ways from the main harbor, not a lot of people were walking around it. Though, that's most likely because it's associated with such saddening things. No knock was needed to enter the establishment, it was a business after all.
"Such a grand place to help people lay to rest! Can't say Snezhnaya has the same rituals!" Childe spoke out loud obnoxiously, to seemingly no one in particular.
"Oh, I would love to hear the resting customs of other countries." A man walked out of the darkness into the candle lit entrance. Long brown hair flowed down his broad shoulders, and yellow eyes pierced through Childe's blue ones. The tall figure approached Childe, and the ginger couldn't help but gaze at the broad man. Childe's eyes stared so hard as if they were undressing the brown haired employee.
"I'm looking for a certain man," Childe spoke out. He felt as though he couldn't trust this man, something was off about his presence.
"Oh, could it be me?" The tall figure asked. Childe looked at the man further. His appearance did seem to match what Scaramouche said, but he only did talk about his hair colour.
"Depends, what's your name? Hurry! Go on and tell me! Us Harbingers don't have a lot of time on our hands." Childe became hostile towards the man, as the Harbinger began to lose his patience.
"The name's Zhongli," the tall man replied back, his lean arms crossing together.
"Oh, well if it isn't just the man I was looking for. You are as handsome as everyone says." Childe's demeanor quickly changed after the name 'Zhongli' left the man's mouth.
"Ah, but I can say the same for you, Childe." Zhongli said back to the ginger haired man. Childe's eyes widened, his blue orbs met with Zhongli's golden yellow ones.
"Oh, so you know me? I should be honored to be known by such a handsome bachelor!" Childe began to move from his position at the front entrance and walked further into the candle lit foyer.
"Please, do not praise me in such high regards. I'm but a funeral consultant, nothing more." A deep chuckle released from Zhongli's throat, his adam's apple moved up and down. Childe gazed at the pronounced bump, he couldn't help but lick his lips.
"Well Mr. Zhongli, I have a bit of a dilemma." Childe came up with a story before he came here. It was for sure going to get Zhongli in his bed.
"What's this dilemma you speak of Childe?" Zhongli asked, and he seemed concerned for some reason.
"One of my dear siblings is battling a hard disease, and it seems that she isn't winning. She always loved the Liyue festivals and I would like to throw a Liyue style funeral for when she passes." Childe had to keep himself from smiling as he delivered the fake story to Zhongli.
"My goodness I'm so sorry Childe! That is indeed a heavy burden for you to have. I would love to help you learn about Liyue funeral customs." Childe smiled at Zhongli's words.
"Great, are you free right now?" Childe asked as he wrapped one of his slender arms around Zhongli's torso.
"Oh um. Of course, HuTao will take care of the parlor in my leave, worry not." Childe released Zhongli from his hold so he could go tell this HuTao girl that he was leaving.
Childe walked around the foyer a bit more waiting for Zhongli to come back.
"Ah, funerals! Can't help but think poor Mr. Zhongli is going to have to make a funeral for dear Rex Lapis soon enough." Childe snickered at his own comment, as his grimy fingers touched everything they came across.
"Alright I'm ready to depart." Zhongli walked out from the back of the parlor. His hair seemed looser than before.
'Perhaps Mr.Zhongli is trying to seduce me as well?' Childe thought to himself.
"Alright I have just the spot!" Childe said as he began to open the large doors of the parlor.
"Ah, I was thinking of the Pavilion. I'm a little famished." Childe wanted to laugh at the way this man spoke. He seemed so old. Like a grandpa.
"Oh, I wanted to show you my sisters uhhh… you know things? Possibly we can mix what she likes with Liyue items. You know?" Childe barely got his lie out, this was a lot harder than he expected.
"Ah alright. I understand. Where are we going then?" Zhongli asked as he willingly followed Childe through the back alley's of Liyue.
"My place, it's by the Northern Bank." Childe smirked, he couldn't deny that he was excited to get a piece of Mr. Zhongli's ass.
The two were now standing in front of the small apartment just a little ways away from Northern Bank. It was a single red door enclosed around a green border, the typical colours of Liyue architecture.
"This is it, I have all of her belongings with me." Childe said as he got his key out.
"You know Mr. Zhongli you must be really dedicated to your job to come all this way for a stranger." Childe pressed on, trying his best to keep a conversation with the stoic man.
"Let's just say that I wanted to see that this supposed funeral is true." Zhongli entered the apartment and locked the door behind him. Childe was taken aback by the older man's comment, his face went pale when Zhongli's eyes bore holes into his back.
"So you knew I was lying?" Childe asked, body slumping down from defeat.
"Yes." It was a simple reply from Zhongli's small lips.
"Then why follow me? Is it that you truly knew my intentions Mr. Zhongli? Or could it be that you wanted a sweet release from this Snezhnayan dream?" Childe was keeping up his flirty facade, trying his best to save the situation.
"Yes, I knew your intentions all along. I mean how could I not know? The famous playboy Harbinger comes looking for me specifically. It was either to kill me or to lay with me," Zhongli said as he walked into the apartment. Making his way right to the Harbingers bedroom.
"You know my associate said you were a bit of an airhead. Maybe I took his words too much to heart. You're quite the observer." Childe walked to the plush red sheets of his bed and sat down.
"Come now, lay down Mr. Zhongli. I promise I'll be gentle." Childe smirked up at the older man. His blue eyes pierced into Zhongli's golden orbs.
"Oh Childe, or should I say Tartaglia. You're quite the charmer, but today I won't be the one shaking with pleasure." Zhongli walked up to the younger man and placed both of his slender hands onto the lean shoulders of the ginger.
"Oh, is that a declaration of war? Well Mr. Zhongli, I appreciate the statement, however, I'd like to inform you that I've never been on the bottom… and I never will be." Childe tried to get up and over power the brown haired man, but it didn't go quite as he planned. Both of his pale arms were yanked from his sides and pinned above his head. The ginger's body sprawled out underneath the man's broad chest, long brown locks were released from his tight hair tie and blanketed the Harbinger.
"H-hey this isn't supposed to happen! I'm supposed to fuck you!" Childe cried out, face showing distress.
"I'm sure the bet you made with Scaramouche will still work even if I'm doing all the work." Zhongli released both of Childe's slender wrists from his grasp.
"Wait, how did you know about that? I didn't know I had such an avid fan! Though I don't blame you, the stories about me are quite enticing." Zhongli couldn't help but roll his eyes after Childe was done speaking.
"Two Harbingers meeting in Liyue is quite a concern for me. I followed you to the Pavilion and listened in on your conversation. I'm not going to lie to you, Tartaglia. I'd like to help you get that higher position." Zhongli said, as the long dark coat that covered his broad chest was removed from the delicate skin. The site before Childe was something he wasn't expecting.
"Oh, what's this Mr. Zhongli? A Geo user? Quite interesting. I've never seen a Geo user with such markings? Could it be that you're not quite who you say you are?" Childe laughed out, as he felt up and down the muscular biceps. The skin that covered Zhongli's arms were pitch black with gold markings that ran up his midnight skin.
"I can't deny nor confirm my identity with you, Tartaglia," Zhongli said as he removed Childe's pants. The Harbinger was hard, and had been for a while, Childe couldn't help the thrust of his hips when Zhongli's hand brushed against his length.
"Ha! You really know how to work a guy up, don't you Mr. Zhongli?" Childe questioned, grasping his own undergarments, trying to pull down the offending fabric.
"If you keep praising me, I won't be able to hold back dear Harbinger." Zhongli grabbed Childe's underwear and helped pull the thin cotton down Childe's slender thighs. Zhongli gathered spit to the roof of his mouth and released the clear liquid onto his big hand.
"Ah shit, you're so dirty Zhongli, how about it? I'll let you fuck me, but in exchange you'll have to tell me who you are. Isn't this perfect? We are in the land of contracts after all!" Childe leaned back on his forearms, the Harbingers free hand went to tease his own dick.
"You really are a sleazy Harbinger aren't you? But, I'm never one to back down on a contract. Especially one with such an intriguing reward." Zhongli brought his wet palm down onto Childe's length. He teased the tip of the pink cock and ran circles around the head.
"Ah Mr.Zhongli! You're really good at this. You practice a lot?" Childe chuckled at his own comment, hips bucking up once in a while to meet the consultant's willing hand.
Zhongli stayed silent at the comment, he was trying his best to please the younger man. His palm pumped the long shaft up and down, thumb occasionally running over the tip. Zhongli watched as Childe's back arched into the air, blue eyes rolling behind his soft lids. Moans left Childe's wet lips, whines could be heard everytime Zhongli pressed his thumb down onto the tip of Tartaglia's cock.
"Shit Zhongli, slow down, it's, ah, too much I can't! I'm gonna cum!" Childe whined out as he grabbed at Zhongli's hand.
"So fast. Could this really be the Harbinger playboy everyone has been talking about?" Zhongli quickened his pace, he brought his other free hand to Childe's tight rim.
"I'm so honored that I get to use this tight precious gem. Tell me Tartaglia, are you a virgin here?" Zhongli questioned as he circled one lean digit around the hole.
"Ha fuck! Would it even matter if I was a virgin or not? Ugh, I could pin you down right now and have my way with you if I so pleased. So don't start getting all cocky funeral consultant!" Childe snapped back, he clearly didn't want to admit that he was going to be taking all of what Zhongli had to offer.
"It doesn't matter, now open up that pretty little mouth of yours for me." Childe complied and opened his mouth, red tongue sticking out. Zhongli brought his face down and licked Childe's tongue.
"Mmm you taste so good Mr Zhongli, I would love it if that tongue was on my cock." Childe laughed out, he spread his legs further to make room for Zhongli's broad shoulders.
"Oh Childe, you don't get to boss me around. I'm in charge today." Zhongli brought his face down to Childe's torso, he looked up at the ginger one last time.
"I don't boss you around and yet you're going on your knees to suck my dick? How cute, ahhhh!" Childe's eyes widened, Zhongli wasn't sucking his dick, oh no, he ventured further down the young man's body and traced circles on the small rim of Childe's ass.
"What are you doing? No! Not there! Ha, Zhongli! Uh, it feels good!" Childe cried out, body shaking from stimulation. Zhongli's hand was still pumping the ginger's shaft, his wet tongue traced circles around the pink buffed rim, one finger occasionally dipping into the muscle.
"Wow, to think a Harbinger would be calling my name in such pleasure. This truly amuses me. Does Liyue's all mighty playboy want a finger inside?" Zhongli looked up at Childe, a small smile creeped onto his face when he made eye contact with his blue orbs. Childe didn't reply, but he simply nodded his head.
Zhongli's thin digit breached the tight muscle, as soon as Zhongli was inside he curled his finger up towards Childe's sweet spot.
"What's this feeling? Mr. Zhongli I-I can't hold it in!" Zhongli released the hold he had on Childe shaft, wet ropes of cum shot out of the pink tip. The Harbinger's hole clenched tight, sucking Zhongli's finger further inside.
"Well that's a bummer isn't it? I heard from many that you lasted hours in bed." Zhongli teased Childe as he continued to move his finger inside the wet hole.
"I may not have lasted long this time, but I'm quite good at recovering. Go on then, show me what you got Zhongli. I'll take everything from you. I wanna show you how truly good I am in bed." The tone of Childe's voice was snarky and childish. "That's all you got? Just feels like there's a finger in there! Come on amuse me!" A firm slap landed onto Childe's pale Snezhnayan ass cheek, two more fingers lined up to Childe's unprepared rim. Zhongli leaned over Childe's body and spit onto the two new digits. His lean fingers breached the tight ring in one motion. Zhongli watched as Childe's facial expression went from cocky to surprised.
"Oh! Ah! N-now that's what I'm talking about!" Childe always did treat all his previous men a little rough, though he never thought that he would like it just as rough too.
"You're so tight Tartaglia. I don't think you're going to be able to take me." Zhongli said. A concerned look began to form on his face.
"Ha! Are you worried about that now? Come on, you're already three knuckles deep into me, you can't back out now." Childe rocked his pelvis in time with the movement of Zhongli's hand.
"Z-Zhongli, I want you inside. I can't take it anymore! I'm ready!" Childe cried out desperately, hands grabbing at Zhongli's underwear.
"Childe, please calm down. I'm having a hard time holding back."
"Holding back what? God hurry up and put it in! Let go, Zhongli!" With those words, Zhongli's eyes turned a deep golden colour. The fingers that were inside Childe grew longer and thicker.
"What's happening? Zhongli what's-" Tartaglia looked up at the older man and was met with black and gold horns growing from between the brown locks atop of Zhongli's head. Zhongli's free hand took the appearance of a dragon claw instead of a human hand.
"R-Rex Lapis?" Childe blurted out, clearly surprised at the consultant's transformation.
"No Childe, Morax." Zhongli ripped off Childe's shirt with one hand and brought his claw down to the Harbinger's pale lean stomach.
"I'm a god Tartaglia, and it just so happens that I deem you fit to hold my offspring." Zhongli pressed his palm down onto Childe's pale abdomen, gold roots planted themselves from Zhongli's hand onto Childe's stomach. When Zhongli lifted his palm up from Childe's skin, a lone Geo symbol laid above his belly button.
"W-what are you talking about? Offspring? This is a bet Zhongli! Not some weird mating ritual!" Childe couldn't help but raise his voice at the archon.
"I've been watching you, not just because you were a Fauti Harbinger. I've been watching you because I think your offspring will be strong. You are a strong man Tartaglia, and I won't pass the opportunity of our genre's mixing together. Though I am afraid that you can't take me, I've never heard of humans surviving sex with a dragon. But something tells me you're about to change history." Zhongli removed his undergarments, his hard shaft released from the tight confines of the fabric.
"My god! What the hell is that?" Childe asked, clearly taken aback by Archon's genitalia. The shaft was long, much longer than any human could possibly have. Golden veins ran up God's penis, and just below the tip of the cock there were jagged edges poking out, it almost looked like scales.
"This is my real form, Childe. This is why I was afraid of hurting you." Zhongli said, a sad expression creeped on his face.
"Nah, nah, I can take it Morax! I need to win this bet!" Childe said as he grabbed at Zhongli's hand and ripped the God's fingers out of his hole.
"You don't care that my only intention is you breed you?" Zhongli questioned, grabbing at Childe's torso to help him get up.
"I don't care, Morax! You can't breed me, I'm a man! Come on, this is basic human biology," Childe replied back, while he rummaged through his night stand.
"B-but the symbol I put of your stomach, it makes you compatible with my semen, it'll make you-"
"Ah I found it! Come here Morax, we need to lubricate that cock of yours." Childe held a vial of some sort, Zhongli analyzed it further.
"Were you even listening to me?" Zhongli asked, while Childe put the liquid onto Zhongli's monster cock. "H-hey what is this?" Zhongli grabbed Childe's pale arm before the liquid could be poured on him.
"It's Whopper Flower Nectar. Don't worry, I use this all the time! It works wonders!" Childe poured the yellow nectar onto the dragon's shaft. Zhongli grabbed the vial from Childe's hand and poured the nectar onto Childe's tight rim.
"Ahh-Zhongli! Let me ride you!" Childe asked, as he moved onto the Archon's lap.
"Just be careful, I don't want to hurt you." Zhongli said as he gripped Childe's slim hips.
"Ha, this thing can't hurt me! Watch me take it all in one go Mr. Morax!" Childe sat down on the hard length, the bulbous tip entered first, accompanied by the rigged scales. Tartaglia's blue eyes watered at the painful pleasure he was feeling, his tight virgin hole was stretching further than it ever has.
"Hey baby, loosen up for me. You're too tight, you might hurt yourself." Zhongli winced when Childe clinched hard on his length. He tried to comfort the ginger by rubbing circles on his slim waist.
"Ah, why?!" Childe cried out, body shaking from the extreme stretch.
"Why what? What's wrong?" Zhongli asked, concern laced in his tone.
"Why the fuck are you so big?!" Childe yelled out as he pushed Zhongli's body down onto the mattress. The ginger slammed himself onto Zhongli's length, and his ass cheeks finally met the Archon's pelvis.
"AH!" Tears released from the corners of Childe's blue eyes. The Harbinger's cock released ropes of white cum, the liquid painted Zhongli's chest.
"Gods Tartaglia, do I feel that good inside of you?" Childe was at a loss for words, the dragon's length was so big that even the slightest move of Childe's hips would put immense pressure onto his prostate.
"Ah please, let me move Childe, I wanna breed you so bad!" Zhongli was losing his composure, he's been calm all throughout this ordeal, but his patience does run thin.
Childe nodded his head and began to move his hips. Small whines left the ginger's lips, every brush against Childe's prostate would make his dick twitch from the stimulation. The sounds were lewd, the Harbinger's pale cheeks slammed against the Archon's pelvis, making a wet slapping sound resonant around the apartment.
"Ah! Let me do the work Childe. You just lay there like a good boy." Zhongli flipped them around, Childe's lean back met with the plush red sheets. Dragon claws gripped hard on Childe's pale waist, and his long legs wrapped around Zhongli's body.
"Come on Morax, let's cum together. I know you can do it." Childe breathed out through huff's.
"Go harder! Use me Morax!" Childe screamed out. The pleasure was becoming too much for him to bear.
"Are you close again Childe? Are you gonna arrive soon?" Zhongli asked, while he kept up his brutal pace.
"Huh? Arrive? What the fuck?! Ah there! That's right! That's the spot Morax!" Childe cried out, wet sobbing tears falling from his bright eyes.
"Are you going to cum? Is that how you say it?" Zhongli asked, as one hand left Childe's pelvis to pinch the Harbinger's nipple.
"Cum? Huh, I-I don't know! Morax it feels weird my-my dick feels weird!" Childe cried out, as he pumped his overstimulated shaft.
"What do you mean Childe what's wrong, oh!" Zhongli watched as a long diluted stream of cum released from Childe's angry red tip. The stream was long and never ending, a puddle laid on Childe tight abs.
"Ah! Make it stop M-Morax! I-I it's never felt like this before!" With every word he spoke Childe's, Childe's hole clenched tighter around Zhongli's big cock.
"I-if you tighten like that, I'll cum inside you, T-Tartaglia." Zhongli huffed out, tired from the workout.
"Inside." Childe whispered out.
"What?" Zhongli said, confused at what Childe was asking.
"Cum inside!" Childe raised his voice at the God, slapping his hand down on the dark bicep.
"Y-you want me to breed you?" Zhongli's shaft seemed to grow when he heard the words that left Childe's lips.
"Yes! Archon's please cum inside! I can't take it anymore!" Childe completely ignored what Zhongli was talking about.
"Mmm I'm so close, Tartaglia, you're gonna be nice and full with my cum when I'm done with you!" Zhongli picked up his pace once more, hips thrusting hard into the small pelvis.
"You're gonna have my kids Tartaglia! Gonna be so nice and full!" Zhongli said, as he dick seemed to grow in size.
"Shut up Zhongli! It's not possible! Hurry and cum!" Childe's eyes widened as he felt hot ropes on semen shoot deep inside his stomach. The golden Geo symbol on his abdomen glowed a bright yellow colour when Zhongli released his sperm.
"Oh my goodness, Childe, that felt amazing." Zhongli said, as he removed his flaccid length from the ginger's tight hole. The God watched as the Geo symbol on Childe's stomach dimmed to a dark black colour.
"Ha shit! I don't think I ever be able to have normal sex again." Childe laughed out, as he tried his best to get up from the bed.
"Hey, don't push yourself Childe, let me help you to the washroom." Zhongli reached his arm out to the younger man. As the two made their way to wash up, Childe couldn't help but chuckle with each step they took.
"Why are you laughing?" Zhongli questioned.
"How old are you?" Childe asked.
"Why?" Zhongli questioned, this made the God confused. He does look to be about the Harbinger's age.
"Cause you speak like an old man!" Childe laughed out, teasing the god.
"I'm much older than you. Do I look old to you?" Zhongli asked, he desperately wanted to know what the Harbinger thought of him.
"No you don't look old at all." Childe blushed when he spoke again. "And you fuck like a young man." Zhongli was quite pleased to hear that come from the Harbinger.
...
Childe and Zhongli wandered the streets of Liyue. Childe's steps were more of a limp than a proper walk.
"You said we're looking for a small man with a plate like hat, yes?" Zhongli asked Childe. The God's hand helped guide the limping ginger.
"Yes, that slimy little man, I'm gonna get my position from him!" Childe said, as he searched desperately for that stupid round hat.
Scaramouche watched the two from a small antique shop just a little ways from the harbor.
"Ah, that limp is all I need to confirm that he truly did lay with the great Morax," Scaramouche laughed out.