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“Mhmn, you feel good.”
Zhongli’s breath is warm as it washes over his ear. He rolls his hips back, forcing Childe’s cock deeper until it's snug in his guts.
Childe whines. His fingers squeeze tightly around Zhongli’s waist, sinking into the soft skin there as he clings. “I’m— I’m—”
Zhongli moans, head tipping back as he rides him. “Ah, fuck.” A rare curse. Zhongli bites his bottom lip as he moves, sinking onto Childe’s cock far too slowly.
Childe needs more. He fucks into him, meeting every movement greedily. The room is stifling. There’s a window open and a soft breeze, but Childe still melts under the oppressive heat of Zhongli’s warm skin, and the tight clasp of his ass around his dick. He whines, his neck proudly on display, face turned to the side.
Zhongli’s gaze narrows in on it, throat bobbing as his eyes drag over the vein there.
“Gods, look at you.” Zhongli’s voice is raspy. He watches Childe with devout adoration, eyes glowing golden in the dimly lit room. Childe forgets he’s a god. Forgets that he’s the one submitting here, falling right into the whims of Zhongli’s palm.
Fingers drag down his sternum, tracing the scars that litter his chest. Zhongli thumbs over freckles, then his nipples, and Childe keens at the soft-handed touch. “Zhongli.”
“I could watch you forever. The sight of you, like this—absolutely divine.”
He isn’t, he isn’t— but Zhongli regards him like he is. It’s the quiet praise that sinks deep into his bones, that roils through his gut, that sets his veins on fire. It’s how Zhongli holds him, how he rides him, how he loses himself to the oblivion of their pleasure, cheeks dusted rosy pink as his hips just move and move.
A soft whimper tumbles from Childe’s mouth. His cock twitches as it carves through Zhongli’s insides every time he grinds down. The loud slap of sweaty skin pairs deliciously with every moan and grunt that tumbles from their mouths.
“So big,” purrs Zhongli. “You fill me so well. Ajax, I can feel you everywhere.”
Oh, he needs to stop saying things like that. Childe’s a simple man. The praise sinks right into his cock, tipping him closer to the edge. And Zhongli must realize it because he stills himself, pausing entirely as he keeps astride Childe’s hips.
“So quickly?” he teases, pinching Childe’s side.
“Can you blame me? Fuck, Zhongli, you’re like—” Childe waves a hand and wishes he could dissolve into the sheets. “Archons, you’re perfect.”
“You’re the perfect one, Ajax,” says Zhongli. He swivels his hips for more friction and Childe goes taut in the bed sheets. Zhongli fingers an old scar that cuts deep into Childe’s waist. He drags his knuckles over the expanse of his chest, tweaking each nipple, pulling a soft yelp from the back of Childe’s throat.
“Ow—”
Childe stops when Zhongli’s hand cups his neck next. He thumbs over the scar there, this one different. A bite mark, beautifully framed by the thick, unruly curls of Childe’s hair.
“Laogong,” says Zhongli softly. “My darling, beloved.”
For a moment, everything stills. Childe forgets about his cock buried deep in Zhongli’s ass and thinks only about how much he loves this man. He turns his face and kisses Zhongli’s palm. “I love you,” he says, nuzzling the skin there before kissing Zhongli’s wrist bone instead. And then: “But if you don’t move again, I’m going to die.”
Zhongli laughs then and the moment breaks. A keen smirk spreads across his face as his eyes slit half-lidded. “It pleases me that it takes so little to unravel you. But, it pleases me more to think of just how this will end.”
Childe looks at him sharply. “Meaning?”
“Breeding me full, of course.”
Oh. Childe barely has a moment to think before Zhongli moves again, raising his hips until only the tip of his cock is left. Zhongli slams down, taking his length in one quick, sudden motion. Childe gasps at the tight grasp of his hole. “Oh, oh, you’re—”
Zhongli is relentless. He braces himself with a hand against Childe’s taut stomach to ride him fast and hard. Zhongli moans, sordid sounds dripping from his lips like the tinkling of the windchimes outside. “Ah, you—” A hiss when Childe shifts, lifting his knees and planting his feet into the mattress.
The angle changes. His cock strikes Zhongli’s prostate on the next slick glide. Zhongli leans forward, rolling over Childe’s hips to chase that delicious friction. “There,” he says. “There, there—”
Childe helps him move, guiding Zhongli’s hips up and down, pulling him into each press of his thick cock. The heat is overwhelming. Childe chokes on the pleasure that blooms in his gut, threatening to consume him. “Zhongli,” he warns, wavering at the edge of his impending orgasm.
Zhongli’s expression is pinched. He leans back again and spreads his legs slightly. His cock is hard and leaking all over Childe’s groin. His balls are drawn up tight and his legs shake with every fall onto Childe’s dick. “A little more,” he begs.
He’s close, though— so close. Childe can see the way that Zhongli’s form is breaking apart, his edges blurred and tipped with golden Geo. Childe isn’t sure he can hang on much longer.
“Ajax, just a little more. Please.”
Childe distracts himself by wrapping his hand around Zhongli’s cock. He strokes it slowly, spreading the precome around with his thumb.
Zhongli looses a crackling whimper. “So big,” he says, grinding against Childe’s thighs, driving his cock as deep as it can go. “So, so good. Gods. ” His hand snakes down to press against his stomach and Childe imagines the gentle curve there, the slightest bulge at the behest of his length.
Childe’s hand moves, cupping Zhongli’s balls, lifting them to see where his hole is spread wide. Zhongli’s rim is tight around his length, smooth and pink. Everything is slick with oil, and Childe fascinates himself at the sight of his cock sliding in and out. He drags a thumb over where they're connected, taking in the way that it flexes with every punch of his dick.
Zhongli’s gaze turns sharp and hungry. He’s leaning forward again, pressing his face right into the curve of Childe’s nape. His fangs drag along the skin there, tracing the marks of his mating mark. “Devilish thing, aren’t you? You love to see the way that you fill me.”
“Yes.” The word is punched right from Childe’s chest as if he’s been compelled to say it.
“It takes work but it’s worth it. I love when you fuck me hard enough to feel it for days.”
Childe’s barely done any of the work. Tonight, it’s been all Zhongli, from the moment he pushed him onto the bed, to now as he whispers debased praise right into the shell of Childe’s ear. A kiss there. The drag of his tongue as he teases the length of Childe’s jaw. Zhongli sucks at the juncture of his neck, leaving a mark that proudly stakes his claim.
“Mine,” says Zhongli against Childe’s skin. “Always mine, my precious baobei. And I want more.” He drags Childe’s hands to hold his ass. “Fuck me.”
Childe’s fingers dig into the meat of Zhongli’s ass. He thrusts into him with wild abandon, hard and heavy strokes that pound into Zhongli’s prostate, dragging the filthiest sounds from his mouth. And the praise. A chorus of good boy’s and just like that’s.
“Yes, yes—Mhm, Ajax.”
Childe eats it up. Swallows all the praise like it’s a grand feast and lets it feed the pleasure that swells in his gut. He ruts into Zhongli, spreading his ass cheeks, feeling his cock slide in and out.
“Perfect, perfect. Please, Ajax—just like that.”
He’s going to die. Zhongli presses their foreheads together sweetly and kisses his lips. He misses his mark, though, moaning against his mouth as Childe’s cock sinks in deep. Then he touches himself. Zhongli whines, his hand sneaking between them to stroke his own cock until he spills all over Childe’s stomach unexpectedly.
Zhongli’s ass tightens, milking Childe’s dick in a vice grip. “Fuck,” he curses. “Fuck, I’m—”
A kiss against his brow. Zhongli’s fingers curl into his hair and tug, just enough for his scalp to burn. “Be good for me, darling. Go on and come.”
Childe wheezes, a half-chuckle, half-exhalation. Ridiculous. Zhongli coaxes him right to the edge with nothing but words and the warmth of his insides. A few more thrusts and Childe comes, sticky ropes of his come filling Zhongli to the brim.
He melts into the mattress, loose-limbed, bones like jelly as he rides the wave of his pleasure. “Fuck,” he croaks. He pets Zhongli’s asscheek, thighs tense and jerking. “I’m—”
“Surely you aren’t done yet.”
Childe blinks slowly. “Um.”
“A tease,” says Zhongli with a laugh. He kisses Childe’s brow and pulls back, sliding off his cock with a wet squelch. Come drips from his hole, coating the insides of his thighs. Zhongli sighs softly as he looks down. “A bath, perhaps.”
“Do I have to get up?”
“Yes.”
Zhongli manages to coax Childe out of the bed with promises of a neck rub and Silk Flower-scented oil. “Even now,” he says as Childe sinks into the hot water, “so good for me.”
“That’s—I’m— Zhongli.” Childe’s face burns red which only makes Zhongli laugh.
Zhongli’s fingers dig into his neck. He leans closer and kisses that scar on his neck, and then his temple. Then, he pulls Childe’s face towards him and says, “I’m only teasing this time.”
“That’s even worse,” bemoans Childe, to which Zhongli answers with a kiss.