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"Most wonderful, sir consultant, I would not have expected any less," said the merchant. "Now, next on my set of wares is..."
And what an odd situation this was to the merchant, sitting in the luxurious couch, tailored with fine leather and exquisite silken rags, in the famed Mister Zhongli's office. The consultant is seated on his lacquered redwood chair, inspecting both paperwork and product the merchant has presented on his equally extravagant desk. The office is just... opulent.
The consultant is uncharacteristically silent today, with his usual sleuthing and appraising absent. "What do you have?" he had asked, and when the merchant showed his wares, the consultant merely raised a brow and waved his hand. "continue," He had said, letting the merchant talk.
And this was the first he had needed to actually bring out the sales talk towards the consultant, who usually takes one look at his wares and decides what he wants to buy, with the Snezhnayan foreigner lately always ending up paying.
Smart mister Zhongli, making those fatui scum drain their wallets.
The merchant points at his next vase. "This, sir consultant, is a carved account of what had happened against the fight of rex lapis and the lord of the vortex..."
Zhongli knows how that goes. Zhongli was the one who harpooned the sea serpent after all. So he drones out the sound of the merchant's voice, only focusing on his eyes and appraising the wares silently. Hm, this one is faulty. And 50 years too young to have witnessed Osial's sealing.
He checks the merchant again. Unaware. good. He looks down to between his thighs, and is greeted by a wonderful tuft of orange hair.
Ah. The merchant has bored him. Childe has fallen asleep with Zhongli's cock sheathed in his mouth. He feels the warm wetness of Childe's throat still from the sleep. Zhongli thinks it's unfair that only he gets to escape the boring merchant. Hm...
He lets go of his pen and pinches Childe's nose.
Childe stirs.
And it's endearing, the way he was bleary eyed and trying to focus his vision.
The way his head bobs a little from changing position, and the way his throat contracts and squeezes Zhongli's aching cock the moment he realizes that yes, he has fallen asleep cockwarming Zhongli.
Zhongli feels a smile form on the young boy's mouth.
"An antique made from the finest of all cor lapis, melted into a pot to form-"
And Zhongli moves his hips a little. nudging Childe's mouth and going deeper in his throat. Childe gags a little, probably notices Zhongli's demands, and then slowly bobs his head.
Zhongli feels electricity rise to his spine with the way Childe's flat tongue dances on his cock's skin, from the way childe's throat constricts and tightens, hugging Zhongli's cock like he's fucking a virgin's ass.
And, archons, the way Childe's ocean blue eyes are staring at him, his pale face a reddish hue. Childe looks so wonderful like this. Like he's made for this. Like the gods of Celestia finally took pity on Zhongli and birthed this child whose lips are made to take his cock.
He would forever be grateful to the tsaritsa for sending this boy to Liyue, all wrapped up in the spilt blood of weaklings and emanating bloodlust. Ah and the way he smiles right after a particularly good fight or right after he cums his sixth load of the night.
Zhongli feels himself grow bigger, and Childe's languid pace slows a little as he tries to hold back a gag.
Not one to deny a challenge, Childe places his hands on Zhongli's thighs and holds onto it. He lifts and shifts his head up so only the tip of Zhongli's cock is in his mouth.
Zhongli sucks a breath, and wills himself to not grunt because Morax dammit you're the lord of geo. As sturdy as stone.
Childe drops his head back, sheathing Zhongli's cock up until the depth of his throat.
Zhongli grunts.
"Oh," the merchant says, shifting his body weight to the left. "Well... this next one is certainly not as lousy as the last!" Zhongli curses himself. Lord of geo. Lord of geo. He sees Childe doing that smug smile of his. And Zhongli, lord of geo, is, as they say, hard as rock.
He holds the back of Childe's head, grabs a handful of hair that has the redhead letting out a little whine, and then Zhongli pulls him up, up until it's just the tip, and then shoves him down. Fast. and he does not do it once, nor twice, nor thrice.
He has done it more than he could count with his mind’s current clarity, and is still going.
Zhongli can feel Childe's nails digging into the meat of his thighs, sees the tears forming in his eyes and sliding down his cheeks. He sees the way Childe struggles to fight back against Zhongli's grip and Zhongli? Zhongli revels.
It's so attractive and stimulating and Zhongli feels himself closer and closer to his release. Using Childe's mouth as his own personal cocksleeve, chasing his climax with his throat.
"H-" a sound is heard. "Hmmmmf!"
The merchant falls silent.
Zhongli stills. And then he comes. Right in Childe's throat. Overflowing until it spills to his chin. Zhongli pulls Childe out of his cock completely and looks at his handiwork.
Childe's blissfully fucked face, red from cheeks to ears. Cum streaking out of his half open mouth and his azur eyes blown out from pleasure. His adam's apple is bobbing, most likely from the thick spend he's trying to swallow.
Zhongli smirks, and wipes at the cum of his beloved’s chin. "Divine," he says, with great awe, fondness, and love. Childe chases his touch, closes his eyes, and sleeps.
"Pardon?" the merchant asks, surprised with the way mister Zhongli regarded the antique comb with such awe and reverence. He’s wondering what that other noise was but he feels great danger to his safety should he ever breach that topic.
He ignores it.
Mister Zhongli smiles. "That comb. I shall take it."
The merchant raises a brow. "Do not take this the wrong way, sir consultant, as I am happy to make a sale, but this comb could be the most..." he does not use the word cheap. "...inexpensive from my set of wares here."
"Tell me then, mister merchant, what makes that comb inexpensive?"
"It is the comb of a peasant concubine, sir consultant, of foreign descent. she was... infamous... for the people thought she had seduced and sullied the then emperor."
"Hm," hums mister Zhongli. "Yet here it is now. Why?"
The merchant smiles. "For even if she were of foreign blood, the emperor loved her the most. And when she has left this earth, he has sworn to save her memory. And one of her most striking feature was her silken red hair."
Amber eyes smile with fondness, and the merchant swallows.
"Lovely," Zhongli says. "A fine gift then, would you not say?"