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Stories of the average young man being driven on to do idiotic, impulsive things isn't unusual. Sometimes it is impossible to resist the urges of a not yet fully matured brain. Of course there are limits on what one should be able to get away with, but he understands the reasoning, or lack of behind such behavior.
However, Zhongli knows. that Childe is far from average. Between his age, temperament and hormones it's a means of disaster. So he finds himself on the receiving end during a surge of aggression. He can't remember exactly how it had been brought up, or why but unexpected anger had suddenly surfaced not long after they had met up that evening.
No matter how it had started, that doesn't change the fact that Childe had taken on foul legacy and pinned Zhongli to the ground.
A snake like tongue brushes over Zhongli's cheek, and if this was anyone else he would've butchered them in a heartbeat. He could certainly fight back or beat Childe into submission but he doesn't think that would help.
"Childe. Stop." Zhongli says, loudly and clearly as his fiance pins his arms up above his head in one large hand. His heart is beating uncomfortably hard, as he realizes that the same can be said about the swell in Childe's pants.
"Why don't you make me?" Childe hisses, pressing a knee in between Zhongli's legs with just enough pressure that it almost hurts. He writhes where he is pinned, uncomfortable and unwilling to indulge Childe in this state. In the moment which he blinks, Zhongli feels his clothes being pulled off and discarded, his hands behind released just long enough to pull off his shirts before doing the same with his trousers.
None too gently, Childe drags him closer across the floor to flip him over. Zhongli feels nauseated when his arms are pulled behind his back, held tight together in Childe's hand. This isn't the first time they have participated in not so gentle intercourse, though both parties had always discussed beforehand. This is the furthest thing from a normal session.
Zhongli isn't pleased about any of this, not when Childe has decided on his own that this is happening. However he still is fierce in demanding a middle ground. "You'd best be using oils when-.. " Childe jerks him up by the hips so that Zhongli is bent over and his backside is aligned with his pelvis. Even though Childe's pants, he can feel an uncomfortable heat between them and his voice cracks. ".. W-when you're transformed like this."
"Fine." Childe grumbles reluctantly in response, but Zhongli is grateful all the same. At least he has the decency not to ravish him raw . Meanwhile, as Childe uses his free hand to apply said lubricant, he still tries to negotiate. "Speak to me, Baobei. What's wrong? Why are you so angry?" Zhongli hears the rough rustle of fabric as Childe is pulling off his pants now, grunting as he does so.
"Why the fuck does it matter?" That flanged voice snaps as his presses himself hard against Zhongli. A shuddering moan slips from his lips involuntarily, he can feel himself becoming aroused physically, and while he doesn't want Childe to take any satisfaction from this it can't be helped much.
"Because-" Zhongli takes a sharp breath through gritted teeth. His partner is forcing himself in slowly, and oh he feels like Childe is going to tear him in half from the size of foul legacy. "I love you. I can't help if I don't know what's wrong." Zhongli trails into a whisper as Childe has gotten himself in, and it feels worse the longer they remain like that.
Experiencing Childe in this way is painful, white glimmering specks and streaks of light start to form in the corners of his vision that threaten to blind him. He tries to pull his arms loose where they're folded behind him and Childe simply presses him down harder. Zhongli's legs are shaking as is forced to keep balance on his knees, face starting to bruise where it is pressed against the floor.
"So sick of being expected to hold everything together, I Hate it-" Childe snaps loudly as he starts to rock his hips forward and back. The friction alone makes Zhongli's vision start to get whiter. His whole body is shaking now. "The damned wolves in the forest, then the Abyss, being enlisted against my will! Then tricked and lied to!" Every point Childe mentions is met with an even harder thrust of his hips, and the fourth time is too much.
Zhongli's spine aches and he's starting to buckle under the pressure of Childe's size and weight coming down on him repeatedly. A strangled scream tears at his throat, he tries to thrash with what little capacity he has to move. His knees push forward underneath himself to try folding his body down and relieving some of the strain.
White hot pain is blinding him now. Zhongli can hear himself whimpering and Childe seems to relent a little. The Harbinger lets go of his arms so that he can hold Zhongli by the hips. Leaning backwards, Childe brings Zhongli with him. Once they have ceased moving, He is laying on his back against the Harbinger's stomach with his legs carelessly spread wherever they'd ended up.
Only fragmented thoughts drift through his mind now. Childe as a boy, the horrors he'd experienced at a young age. Of course, everything that followed after. All of this would've been heavy for a mortal considering how little time they have in their lives. Zhongli is trying to keep focused on the matter, but can't.
"C-Childe.." He whimpers again when his love moves his body forcefully, sending tremors through Zhongli's entire being. They shift into a familiar rhythm as Childe reaches a hand between his legs to deal with his erection in a clawed hand.
You better be gentle with that. Zhongli muses to himself. He's adjusted slightly to Childe who is still inside him, though the pain doesn't subside. His head cranes back into Childe's abdomen as he tries to catch his breath. He gets the feeling that Childe is hardly done with him yet, though some of the rage has dissolved.
"Xiansheng, I.." His partner's soft whisper is breathed against his ear as Childe bows his head heavily. He sounds on the verge of crying. Zhongli has nothing prepared to say at this moment, his mind is so far away that he can barely speak at all.
"I'm... not mad." He mumbles, with what little breath he has. Zhongli lets his head lull to the side, resting at Childe's cheek. "Just kiss me." He orders, which seems to be enough to keep his partner from crumbling.
Slowly, Zhongli tilts his head to meet Childe's lips with his own. The positioning isn't the most comfortable, though he doesn't have the option of moving much without feeling like he's going to tear in half. White still clouds his vision as Childe folds inward to kiss gently along his face, even lifting Zhongli's arms to brush his lips over dark skin.
Much more gently this time, Zhongli feels Childe's hands turn him around where he sits over his pelvis. He can't hold in the resulting, indescribable noise which leaves him. That which is between him legs makes him feel more raw as he's moved on it. Zhongli's only means of relief now is being able to hold onto Childe rather then being sprawled out or bound.
Clawed hands caresses his shaking body, with no other choice he takes it. The world blurs with no clear indication of time as they continue to change positions for what must be hours. Childe touching him all over and rocking his hips, until mercifully Zhongli feels his world go black.