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It had started as a simple conversation. Lumine had emerged victorious yet again in the Golden House, and Childe lay defeated, pride hurt far more than his body.

“You’re getting stronger and stronger, Lumine.” He said, from his spot on the floor. His heart was still pumping heavy, adrenaline making him feel unstoppable despite losing their weekly battle.

“Thanks.” She said, sitting down next to him and offering him a chicken and mushroom skewer. He took it, smiling a wry grin before chomping down on the snack, already starting to feel revitalized.

“Did you learn that parry from Beidou? I heard you spent some time out on her boat.” Childe said, after finishing his food.

She shook her head. “You’re right, I did spend a few days there, but that’s not where I learned that move. Actually, I learned that one from watching Zhongli.”

She seemed to absorb people’s experience like a sponge, so no doubt the now-former Geo Archon had given her much to learn.

“Oh, yes, I can see that. I’ve only managed to get him to agree to one measly spar, but from what I can tell, he’s always at least three steps ahead of you in his mind.” Childe said, without a hint of bitterness. They had long since reconciled after Zhongli’s test of Liyue, after all.

Lumine nodded in agreement. “It’s like he’s completely unshakable. We fought a Ruin Hunter last week. It took us by surprise and several members of my adventuring party were hurt. But, Zhongli was so calm. It was like he expected it--he didn’t get frustrated even though we were fighting at a huge disadvantage.”

“You fought a Ruin Hunter without me? I’m offended, girlie. How did you win?” He teased.

She rolled her eyes. “Zhongli dropped a meteor on it. Seriously, I’d bet my whole week’s Adventurer’s Guild commission that no one could make him lose his cool.”

“Hmm, a whole week? I think I’ll take that bet.” He said, gesturing to himself. 

“You don’t need the money, Childe. Besides, I don’t think it would work--Zhongli didn’t even get mad at you after the Osial Incident. If that didn’t anger him, I don’t think anything will.”

“Hey, hey, we don’t need to bring up the Osial Incident. Besides, there’s more than one way to make someone lose their cool.” 

C’mon, think, Tartaglia, you never back down from a challenge.

“Aha! I’ll just have to seduce him.” Childe declared, victoriously.

“Childe.” Lumine deadpanned. “How are you going to do that?”

“You don’t think I could seduce someone?” He asked, a little insulted.

“I try not to think about you, ever, actually.”

“Wow, rude.”

“But, that’s all besides the point. I mean, aren’t you already together?” She explained, gesturing vaguely.

Oh, she knew? He thought that they were fairly private about the whole thing, but everyone had already seemed to figure it out. First it was that prankster of a boss Zhongli had, offering them a couple’s discount on coffins. Then the Half-Adeptus, Ganyu, who reassured Childe personally that the Tianquan would not kick him out of the city at her insistence, because Rex Lapis is so fond of you.

And now, there’s Lumine, speaking of it with such nonchalance. “Well aren’t you a nosey Natasha?” Childe mumbled.

“It’s pretty obvious, Childe. You two aren’t exactly subtle. Besides, remember your last visit to my teapot?” She asked.

He had drunk a whole bottle of firewater himself, because she didn’t care for the taste. 

“Uh, not particularly.” He said, only remembering the wicked hangover he had the next morning.

“About halfway through the bottle, you started gushing over Zhongli. Like you wouldn’t stop telling me how much you love him.” She said, a teasing grin starting to emerge on her face.

“No, I didn’t do that. Not me, couldn’t be me.” Childe crossed his arms in defense.

“No, you did. I wish I could forget about it, because a few shots later you wouldn’t stop talking about how big his d--”

He covered her mouth with his hands.

“I’ll give you double your weekly Guild commission if we never talk about my sex life ever again.” He said, face a vivid shade of red.

“Gladly,” She rolled her eyes.

…

Childe left the Golden House a few thousand Mora poorer and his cheeks remained aflame for at least an hour.

But, even as he made his way back to the Harbor, he thought about their conversation. Zhongli was so refined, so gentlemanly--the years had tempered the dragon into the Harbor’s darling consultant--well read, well-mannered and well respected. 

And, despite the belief amongst his fellow Harbingers, Childe wasn’t an idiot. It had only taken a few read-throughs of the book he’d bought on Liyue’s traditions to realize that they had basically been courting for Childe’s entire stay in Liyue. He had the chopsticks to prove Zhongli’s interest in him, although he technically had bought them himself.

Their relationship as lovers came as easy as their friendship had--Childe had simply kissed him one warm evening after their shared meal, and Zhongli had returned it, and they had never looked back. Not much had changed between them, aside from a newfound physical intimacy. Zhongli was still the knowledgeable consultant and Childe was still a rascal from Snezhnaya, except now Childe could kiss him, could press himself tightly against him at night, knowing he was loved and happier for it.

He pushed open Zhongli’s front door--he’d been practically living with him for months now--only to be greeted with the man sitting down on his couch, reading a book. Zhongli looked up at him, golden eyes crinkling with happiness.

“Hello, my love.” He said, deep voice resonating throughout the room. 

“Hi,” Childe said, flushing again at that. Love . He removed his shoes, before joining him on the couch.

Zhongli set down his book. “What shall we do tonight, Ajax? Yun Jin is performing tonight, but there is also a fantastic storyteller at Third Round Knockout. Or, perhaps we can--”

Childe cut him off with a kiss, one with hunger behind it, that was eagerly returned.

“I think we should stay in.” Childe said, his voice a little deeper in want.

He saw golden eyes deepening, before the Adeptus responded. 

“I am amenable to that.” 

And Childe met him for a kiss that burned in its intensity, a kiss that had his body reacting already. He was impatient by nature, and for this? For Zhongli? He couldn’t wait even a second. Clever fingers were already unbuttoning the clasps of Zhongli’s jacket and vest, pushing them both off of his shoulders.

Zhongli broke their kiss to chuckle at him, his hands moving towards Childe’s jacket as well. 

“You seem impatient today, my treasure.” He said, the hint of a tease in his voice.

A shiver went down his spine at the pet name, combined with strong hands pulling his jacket off his frame. It was hardly buttoned, as usual, so it came off with ease. 

“I’ve wanted this all day. Need you, Zhongli.” Childe was shocked at how easy it was to admit that, to say it out loud for him to hear. But, the words made Zhongli smile, before capturing his lips in a more innocent kiss.

“Let’s go to bed, then, Ajax.” He stood up, removing his loosened tie entirely before offering a hand to him.

“Gladly.” Childe took the offered hand and walked them into the bedroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed. Zhongli stayed standing, and he could see that he was affected too, there was already a noticeable hardness straining his trousers.

“Come here.” Childe said, and Zhongli obeyed his command, until he was standing right in front of him. He quickly ditched his gloves, and reached out to unbutton his pants, unwrapping him like a gift.

Zhongli hissed in pleasure when he took him in his hand, stroking him until his erection was fully hard, a bead of precum at the head, which he met in a kiss. One kiss became several, which became long licks of his cock, teasing him as he watched, before stretching his mouth around him.

“My love, you are absolutely perfect,” Zhongli practically cooed. He didn’t make any attempt to fuck into his mouth, just let Childe pleasure him as he wished. His strong hands buried themselves in ginger hair, but didn’t tug or pull him further down.

When Childe thought he had had enough, he pulled away. He crawled himself up the bed further, before removing the rest of his clothes. The bottle of oil they used was still on the nightstand, so he grabbed it, holding it out for Zhongli to take.

Zhongli removed his remaining pieces of clothing, throwing them down on the floor, before he positioned himself in front of Childe on the bed. He took the bottle from him, moving in between his legs to open him up.

Childe watched him hungrily as he covered his fingers in the oil. He was impatient, stroking his own hard cock, watching Zhongli with half-lidded eyes until his hand moved lower, pressing slick fingers against his hole, one of them finally making its way inside.

Zhongli’s fingers were so nice and long, they always knew how to find the spots which made him lose his mind in pleasure. One finger became two and they spread him apart, before coming back together to press against his prostate, making him cry out.

“Gods,” He whined, pushing back against them. They withdrew, only to return with the third slick finger. 

“That’s it baobei, you’re doing so well for me, Ajax.”

“Zhongli, c’mon, I’m okay.” Childe said, impatient again.

The fingers inside him spread him apart again, making him shiver. 

“Just a little more, just need you to be ready for me, love.”

He knew what was coming next, and knew that Zhongli was right--the man’s cock was formidable, thick and long, and it pushed him to the very edge of pleasure and pain nearly every time. But, gods, he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Zhongli, please.” He practically begged. Golden eyes gazed down on him in want, and he could feel a little bit of the man’s carefully curated self-control waning.

“Alright.” He conceded. His slick fingers withdrew, and Childe watched in anticipation as the man poured more oil out onto his cock.

Zhongli pressed the head of it against his hole, a tease, a suggestion of what was going to come next. He moved Childe’s legs into a better position, secured around his back, and slowly, he teased the head of his cock in and out of his hole, making him cry out.

Childe used this new position to get some leverage, pressing himself down onto Zhongli’s cock, allowing the head to fully slip inside of him. Zhongli’s broken moan was music to his ears.

“I’m not made of glass, you know.” he said, forcing himself to relax around his length.

Zhongli nodded. “I know.” A few more inches slid inside. “But you are something precious to me. You are meant to be cherished.”

Even more then, until he was fully pressed inside of him, filling him deeply. 

“I love you, Ajax.” Zhongli looked at him so intensely that Childe had to fight the urge to look away.

“I love you, too.” He responded, before he lost his words to pleasure.

Zhongli pulled back then, until just the tip of his cock remained inside of him, before pressing back inside. He fucked him intensely--firm, long strokes, each one angled to press against his prostate with startling accuracy. Childe pushed back against them, using his heels to dig into his back, encouraging him to go faster. His wish was granted, as the thrusts began to grow in speed, a graceful hand wrapping around Childe’s straining cock as he fucked into him.

It didn’t take long at all before they were coming together, Childe onto his own chest and Zhongli deep inside him.

For a while, they lay in a tangle, Zhongli’s softening cock still halfway inside of him. Childe ran his fingers through long, tangled hair, as Zhongli whispered praise into his neck, where he also pressed kisses.

But soon, far too soon, Zhongli pulled himself away from Childe, allowing himself to slip out of him, followed by a steady drip of his cum.

He must have dozed off, because he awoke to a warm, damp cloth cleaning the stickiness off of his skin, before Zhongli pulled him close against his still naked form and they drifted off to sleep.

…

Childe awoke in the middle of the night. Of the two of them, it was Zhongli who didn’t need much sleep, however, the Adeptus slept soundly, his body pressed against Childe, arms holding him close.

The Harbinger was deep in thought. He reflected back on his earlier, half-joking conversation with Lumine about Zhongli. She was correct, he thought, that Zhongli was almost impossible to fluster. Much like his very reliable shield in combat, it was hard to stagger a man solid as stone. 

He was being silly--he was perfectly satisfied and happy with their relationship. The sex alone was the best he’d ever had, and it was partnered with love--real love, a love he didn’t think he’d ever get, let alone deserve. 

But, it was in his nature to constantly seek out new things and constantly improve what he already had. His ambition would probably get him killed one day, but for now it was just harmless curiosity. Because, well, what if? What if Childe was able to make Zhongli lose his cool? What if he were to throw him off, chip away at his carefully maintained decorum until there was nothing left but the dragon he truly was underneath it all?

What then? Would he still be cherished as the dragon’s most prized treasure? Or would he mean nothing to him, exist only as his possession, a toy to use as he pleased? Would he fuck him so gently then, and call him pretty names? Or would he treat him roughly, call him dirty things and take pleasure in it? Would he bring out a dark, jealous side to the man, one that no one’s seen in a millennium?

Gods, suddenly, he was dying to know.

He didn’t get a wink of sleep that night, too busy formulating a plan to finally see the more dangerous side of the man he loved.

He was Tartaglia. A conqueror of all, a Harbinger who faced challenges head on. And he was going to make Rex Lapis go feral. 

…

It had taken nearly a week to set in motion, but Childe was nothing if not dedicated to his plans. He spent more time at the Wanwen Bookhouse than ever before, reading the tackiest of romance novels, not even caring that the owner, Jifang and her most loyal customer, Xingqiu were absolutely judging him for it. 

Half of the Harbor thinks he killed Rex Lapis, and the other half thinks he tried to destroy the city solely to kill the innocent civilians. Adding “purveyor of smutty novels” to that list won’t really bother him.

The first thing he noticed in all the books was the importance of touch. How a brush of the hand caressing the skin could make the other person hyperaware of your presence, of their body. Zhongli wasn’t one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep things like physical touch reserved for the home. So, Childe would make sure that his hands would wander a little, just enough to keep him on edge.

The next thing was, of course, making your partner jealous. If they observe you being sweet or even a little flirty with someone else, they might try and compete for your affections. This one might be a little harder to pull off, but it also might evoke a strong response. Zhongli wasn’t one to show it, but he was a little possessive when it came to him. He referred to him as a “treasure” and very subtly, maybe even unconsciously, he always kept him close by.

And if all else failed, well, Childe wasn’t above a little direct action. 

With a list of things to try, he set out to put his plan in motion.

…

To make his seduction a success, Childe knew he had to lure Zhongli into a false sense of security. 

Zhongli’s happy place, of course, was browsing the many merchant stalls and shops that aligned the harbor. He took his time as usual, perusing the many wares and discussing the history or relevance of the product with Childe, and the merchants.

“What a fantastic piece of jade, don’t you think, Ajax?” He said, reverently holding up the jade inkwell, seeing the way the light shone through the translucent stone.

The merchant was attending to other customers, so Childe took his opportunity. He came around to look at the inkwell, resting his gloved hand on the small of Zhongli’s back, right above his Geo Vision. He could feel the man’s back tense up, so he decided to press on, moving his hand from his back to the side of his trim waist and leaning forward until his body brushed against him from behind. Childe was just an inch or two shorter than the Adeptus, which worked in his favor as he was at the perfect height to brush his lips against the man’s neck as he responded.

“It’s really pretty, Zhongli. I’ll buy it for you, if you like.” He said, voice barely audible.

Zhongli must have been at least a little affected, because he turned around with a warrior’s speed, briefly bumping into the merchant’s stand, thankfully not knocking anything over. A shock of pink was high up on his cheeks, but he remained mostly unruffled.

“That would be very kind of you, Ajax.”

And as Childe settled his payment with the merchant, he was extremely aware of a pair of golden eyes on his back.

…

“I’ve never seen this merchant stall before,” Zhongli noted, walking towards a new looking cart full of goods that appeared to be from Fontaine. 

Oh, a new stall? Perhaps that meant a new merchant, one that wasn’t quite up to date on the reputations of the folks in Liyue Harbor. 

Perfect for part two of my plan, thought Childe. He was correct in his thinking, for the man operating his cart was clearly new to the city, his Fontainian waistcoat far too warm for the Liyue heat. His top hat lay discarded on a chair, revealing his short trimmed light hair in a very styled coiffure. 

Not exactly his type, but that didn’t matter. It was time for part two of his plan: Make Zhongli jealous.

“What fantastic items, Sir! Are you from Fontaine?” Childe made sure he sounded amiable.

“Yes, I am,” the man said, a smile adorning his youthful face upon hearing the name of his homeland.

“I absolutely love Fontaine. It’s probably my favorite place I’ve ever visited!” He said, a grin lighting up what he knew to be handsome features.

“Fontaine must have loved you, Monsieur.” The man said, beginning to take on a flirty tone. “I see your Hydro Vision, there--you were blessed by our Merciful Goddess.”

“Oh, you think so?” Childe said, sweetly, before deliberately pulling more of his jacket open around his Vision to reveal his toned stomach.

The man’s sharp eyes darkened in obvious want--maybe Childe wasn’t so bad at this seduction thing, after all, and--

*CRASH*

A loud shatter took them out of their conversation. Childe looked over at Zhongli, now holding the remains of a ceramic teapot in his hands, the rest of it all over the ground.

“You’ve got to be more careful, Xiansheng! That ceramic is delicate.” He looked over at the Adeptus, who seemed almost confused at the broken shards he was holding.

Childe turned to the merchant. “I’m sorry, he doesn’t know his own strength. Let me pay for that broken teapot and we’ll be on our way.”

The merchant looked almost disappointed. “As you wish."

Part two seemed to be a resounding success.

…

Their browsing had resulted in some great finds for Zhongli, which meant a dent was made in Childe’s wallet. A new set of earrings, some lotus oil from Miss Ying’er, and some trinkets for Childe’s siblings later, they had decided to sit down for dinner.

Time for part three, then.

Xiangling was peppy as ever, as she greeted them, sitting them at a cozy table in the corner of the restaurant. They ended up sitting side by side, pressed into the tight space, making Childe smile with how perfect it’d be for his plans.

“Zhongli Xiansheng, would you order for us tonight?” Childe said, playing right into Zhongli’s instinct to take care of him.

“Of course. Miss Xiangling, I’ll have the triple-layered consomme, and Childe will have the Black-back perch stew. We’ll share a side of crystal shrimp, and for dessert, Almond Tofu.” He spoke with confidence, knowing what he ordered would be delicious and suit both of their tastes.

“You got it, Mr. Zhongli! Coming right up!” Xiangling said, before scurrying away to the kitchen. 

Zhongli poured out their tea for them, and turned to Childe with a beautiful smile. Gods, in the evening candlelight, his eyes seemed to sparkle, and he was as handsome as ever next to Childe. 

It wasn’t hard to find his hand under the table, and intertwine their fingers. This time, however, Zhongli wasn’t surprised by his touch, and simply ran his gloved thumb alongside his own.

Gods, he loved him so much. Wait, no! Now wasn’t the time to become distracted by that! He had come close with that merchant from Fontaine, but Zhongli had managed to maintain his composure all day long. 

He had to break him now, or else he would fail! And (aside from that one time) he, Tartaglia, never failed to complete his missions. 

Before long, Xiangling had brought their food over, and Zhongli let go of his hand so he could eat his meal. Childe did his best with the chopsticks, but Zhongli still chuckled as he watched him struggle.

“What?” Childe asked, cheeks a little red in embarrassment.

“Nothing, love. Here, have a shrimp.” He said, picking one up with his chopsticks and bringing it to Childe's mouth. As he lifted the shrimp, Childe let his hand rest on Zhongli’s thigh, high up.

He dropped the shrimp onto his own plate.

“What’s wrong, Mr. Zhongli? I thought chopsticks weren’t so hard to use.” He said, a little smug. Had he finally thrown him off? He moved his gloved fingers in small circles into the skin of his inner thigh, a tease of the worst kind.

“I, er, I--” He stuttered. Stuttered! 

“If you want to feed me, I won’t stop you.” Childe said, shamelessly opening his mouth and letting his tongue stick out a bit.

He watched as Zhongli carefully picked up the shrimp, and brought it to his mouth. He chewed it, enjoying the taste, but playing it up far too much.

“Mmmm, Zhongli, delicious.” He practically moaned, and his hand still traced circles into his thigh.

He looked at Zhongli with obvious want, and met the man’s darkened gaze. His expression was unreadable, but his cheeks were distinctly red, and Zhongli broke his gaze far too soon to shove a large mouthful of food in his mouth.

Oh, this was working. This was actually working. Childe finished the rest of his meal quickly, continuing to tease his fingers upwards.

Xiangling brought their Almond Tofu, and Childe finally gave Zhongli a moment’s reprieve. He could see the relief on his face, any higher and Childe would probably just be grabbing at his cock. But, he also didn’t try and stop him, which means at least a part of him was enjoying it.

“This is one of my favorites,” Childe said, scooping up some of the white gelatin and taking a bite. 

“Mmm, it's so good, Zhongli.” He said, knowing exactly what it sounded like.

“I’m glad you like it, Ajax.” He said, voice suspiciously devoid of emotion.

The thing about Almond Tofu was, it melted rather quickly. By the next bite, it was already softening, and suddenly, Childe had his best idea yet. His next bite was eaten sloppily, lots of the translucent white dessert dripping in beads down the sides of his mouth. A pink tongue slipped out to collect what he could, and the rest was collected with his fingers, and greedily sucked off of them.

Of course, the whole time, his eyes remained glued to Zhongli’s. The other man was staring at him with fire in his eyes, and Childe couldn't help but notice that he had never even taken a bite of the sweet dessert.

“Ajax.” Zhongli said, voice gravelly and deep. “Let’s go home.” 

Oh? Had he done it? Had he made the dragon lose his cool? Childe dropped a bag of Mora on the table.

“With pleasure, Xiansheng.”

…

And by “home,” clearly Zhongli meant the nearest discreet alleyway, because that’s where Childe was shoved, all the way back into a dim corridor of the city where no one would bother looking.

With his back against the wall, there was nowhere to go, he was trapped by Zhongli’s strong arms and forced to look into golden eyes, inhuman and glowing. 

“I thought you were unaware of how tempting you are. But now I realize, all of your actions today have been deliberate, Ajax.” He practically growled out.

“Oops, you got me.” Childe teased. He let out an unintentional yelp as he was turned around, face pressed against the wall as Zhongli ground his hard cock into his ass. Childe groaned.

“Look at what you’ve done to me, Ajax. This is no way for a gentleman to behave.” He said, a low whisper into his ear. He was still grinding against him, cock clearly hard and straining, as he sucked and bit down on Childe’s earlobe. 

“That was, hnng, kind of the point,” he gasped, as Zhongli’s still gloved hand was shoved down his trousers, grabbing at his erection.

“Well then, I hope you’re prepared to take responsibility for your actions.” He said, other hand popping the button on Childe’s pants so he had more room to jerk him harder.

“Fuck!” Childe bit out, at his rough handling. Oh, this is what he was craving, all those nights ago. This is exactly what he had wanted, when he thought of Zhongli losing his cool. 

Zhongli rutted against him still, speaking in his ear again. “Shut your mouth, Ajax, unless you want someone to hear you getting fucked in an alleyway like some common whore.”

And those words, along with the rough grip he had around his cock, had him coming hard, all over the soft leather of his glove, a loud moan ripping through his mouth into the night.

Zhongli stopped moving for a moment, releasing his grip, and removing his glove. 

“It seems you’re unable to keep quiet. Luckily, I have a solution.” He said, far too calm.

“Wha--” Childe was interrupted by the leather glove being shoved into his mouth, gagging him. Oh gods, he could taste his own cum still soiling the fabric, and the thought made him groan around it.

Zhongli wasted no time, pulling his pants and underwear down to his thighs, shoving a knee in between them to widen his stance and then using his now ungloved hands to spread his asscheeks apart, exposing his hole. 

“Now that you cannot speak, I hope you’ll cooperate and let me fuck you like the needy slut you’ve proven yourself to be, love.” He spoke low, so only Childe could hear him before dripping spit onto his waiting hole. A curious finger prodded him before it withdrew, as Zhongli looked for something in his pockets. 

The Adeptus spoke, although Childe couldn’t respond. “Luckily for you, we have acquired some oil from Ying’er today.” 

Childe could hear the bottle being opened, but he was still unprepared for the unceremonious way it was poured onto his hole, before two fingers were shoved inside, roughly. 

“Mmf!” He cried out around his makeshift gag, as he was stretched without much warning, spread apart with two fingers, before a third was added, far too soon. His other hand was tight on his waist, holding him back from the wall so that only his hands kept him upright. He was sure there’d be a handprint shaped bruise on his waist the next day.

Usually Zhongli spent a while opening him up. But now, it was simply a means to an end. His fingers moved roughly inside him, spreading him apart until they were removed all at once with a lewd squelch. Childe whined around his gag, pushing his ass backwards.

Zhongli laughed, darkly, and Childe heard him unfastening his own trousers, pulling his cock out. There was the sound of the oil bottle again, and then a groan as the man slicked up his straining erection. 

“Your hole looks so empty right now, darling Ajax. It’s practically begging for a cock.” he said, before pulling him back by his ginger hair, forcing Childe to lean against him.

The pain made spots bloom in his vision, but that was really nothing new to him. His eyes rolled back anyway from the feeling of Zhongli’s cockhead rubbing against his stretched hole, already sensitive from his rough treatment.

“Nod your head for me, whore. Tell me you need my cock.” Zhongli commanded, and Childe, completely broken down, stripped of all his pride, nodded rapidly. 

Zhongli pushed him against the wall again, his hands the only thing stopping his face from being pressed into the stone bricks. He didn't have any time to right himself, before Zhongli was gripping his hips in a vice grip, and his cock was shoved inside of him. 

Childe was grateful for the makeshift gag, then, because he screamed around it, sound dampened by the glove, as Zhongli buried himself inside to the hilt. He didn’t give him any time to adjust, fucking into him in harsh, rapid strokes that battered mercilessly against his prostate over and over again. Even though he had just came, his cock was already stirring due to this rough treatment, and Zhongli clearly noticed it, because he slowed down his thrusts, a momentary lull in his rough pace, a cruel drag of his cock, deep inside him as he was shoved against the wall.

He spoke into his ear again. “You love this, don’t you, Ajax?” He said, voice almost as mean as his slow thrusting. Hot shame colored his cheeks, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

“All your teasing words, your tempting touches, showing your body off to other men,” he growled, “it was all so you can get what you desperately needed.”

He bit down on the side of his neck, hard enough to leave a noticeable mark. Childe gasped at the spark of pain, and before he could recover, Zhongli had resumed his rough and powerful thrusting. His hands were getting cut up from bracing himself on the stone wall, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t care. Childe’s mind was totally lost--it had been fucked right out of him, including any shame at enjoying this kind of treatment.

The harsh smack of skin on skin was the only sound they heard then, Zhongli’s mouth far too busy creating bruises to match the bite marks he left on Childe’s throat as he fucked into him, over and over again. Finally, he pulled back, pleased with the mess he made of Childe, and he could feel it, Zhongli’s thrusts were losing their rhythm, getting sloppy as he grew close.

“If only your dear Tsaritsa could see you now, Ajax.” He said. Childe moaned weakly, his face pressed up against his arms, entire upper body now slouched against the wall as he was roughly fucked into it.

“I don’t know why she stationed you at the bank. You would have done so well at the Pearl Galley with the other whores.” Zhongli said, and that was truly the end of Childe.

He came, completely untouched, shouting around the gag and shivering in pleasure, hole rapidly convulsing around the cock still battering his insides, making a mess of him. It didn't take more than a few moments before Zhongli was following him, coming inside with a groan. He felt every pulse of it inside him, hot cum warming him from the inside even though the night air was cool around them.

A hand made its way to his mouth, pulling the glove out. It was removed, leaving his face which was already wet with shed tears even more of a mess, spit dripping from his lips and his jaw aching. He gasped in air, finally able to breathe through his mouth, and desperately tried to catch his breath.

Zhongli was panting heavily, too, as he gently pulled his cock out of him. Childe groaned weakly, because it stung anyway, no matter how gentle he tried to be. He knew what his hole probably looked like, loose, red and puffy as it dripped his cum out onto the floor.

Ruined, Zhongli had absolutely ruined him. He fucking loved it.

A sort of insane sounding laugh made its way out of his mouth, before Zhongli turned him around.

“Ajax, are you alright?” Zhongli said, still breathing quite hard.

“Am I alright?” He laughed again, “You fucking destroyed me.”

The Adeptus looked at him, worry coloring his features. “I’m so sorry, Ajax, I completely lost myself, and-”

Childe shut him up with a kiss. “I loved it, I love you, Zhongli.”

Zhongli relaxed. “Oh.” He said, kissing both of his cheeks, and his forehead. “I love you, too, my most precious treasure.”

Childe grinned a sly grin, as he pulled his pants up again, at least trying to have some decency. “And I hope you continue to lose yourself, at least every once and a while.” 

Zhongli’s smile was small, almost a little embarrassed. “Well, perhaps that can be arranged.” He said, a flush covering his cheeks once more.

Childe grinned a stupid grin, overcome with love for Zhongli all over again. 

“Let’s go home.”

…

Lumine found him at his office in the Northland Bank.

“Hey, girlie, what’s new?” Childe said, happy to see her.

“You’re not at the Golden House.” She said, “It’s Monday.”

He laughed, high and airy. “Well, funny story--You were wrong, Lumine. Mister Zhongli can totally lose his cool.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh gods, what happened?”

Childe grinned. “I’m not gonna kiss and tell.”

Lumine made a face. “Thank the gods, actually, I don’t want to know.”

The Harbinger snorted. “Good, let’s resume our fight next Monday. I should be able to walk by then.” He said, just to mess with her.

“Ugh!” She practically yelled, embarrassed blush covering her cheeks. “Why did I even check on you? I hope you get eaten by a Lawachurl.”

“See you Monday!” Childe said, waving at her, until she slammed his office door shut.

THE END