[It's the easiest thing in the world to open up for Zhongli. The kiss is a slow, heady--a pace that matches the syrupy heat they'd escaped from. Childe parts his lips willingly, his hands falling to rest on Zhongli's hips, thumbs slowly and lazily easing up beneath Zhongli's shirt. One kiss becomes two, then three, until it's useless to try and keep track. Childe can't resist the urge to nip at Zhongli's lip, to chase his tongue--but for the most part, he keeps it languid. Unhurried, but sensual all the same.
It should feel unbelievable, being with Zhongli like this. Instead, it feels inevitable.
It would be a lie to say that Childe doesn't want more--that anticipation doesn't tingle beneath his skin, much the way it does before an exciting battle. But for now, he's content to linger here as long as Zhongli wants. Childe has nowhere else to be, and no desire to rush this.]
[ initially, zhongli is just as indulgent. childe's lips are thin and pliant, and the inside of his mouth is soft and hot, the clean and earthy taste of tea still beneath his tongue. childe nips at his lips and he smiles briefly; he answers when childe's tongue pushes against his. he meanders in their heavy kisses, over and over, as he does with everything else he adores.
that isn't all they're here for. his muscle tenses beneath the childe's fingertips. anticipation curls in his stomach where it laid dormant. childe would briefly feel the sharpened canines in his mouth, grown to points behind his lips.
zhongli had his (correct) assumptions about the nature of their relationship, but he keeps them to himself. what they're doing now only concerns their surface-level attraction—the age-old thrum of tension between their bodies, reaching into the pitch blackness, finding out what would happen if they came too close together. for all zhongli cares about the art of conversation (aka hearing his own voice), he wouldn't let this be interrupted, even by himself.
zhongli's freed hand smooths over the curve of childe's back and draws him in, flattening their chests together. whether or not childe stumbles, zhongli walks him against the bare spread of wall nearby, crowding childe against it and muffling the crack of childe's head against the wall with his hand. their bodies crush together and zhongli kisses him hard, savoring, breathing him in.
his hand slides from behind childe's head to the base of his neck. his thumb runs against the dried flecks of blood where his bite still festered. the wound gently reopens underneath it, painting a smear of red over his skin.
zhongli finally breaks the line of their kisses. mouth still hovering close, his sharp, golden eyes open and settle on childe. he cleans his lips and murmurs: ]
In the tea house... Would you have let me have my way with you there?
[Childe, fortunately, does not stumble. He's far too attuned to Zhongli right now for that--he matches Zhongli's movements with the grace and instinct of a dancer matching their partner, and only when his back hits the wall does he relinquish a degree of awareness. He catches a hint of Zhongli's sharp teeth just as Zhongli's thumb grazes his tender neck, and he shudders violently, nails digging into the flesh of Zhongli's waist.
He can't let himself think too deeply about any of this. Not right now. Like Zhongli, the last thing he wants is to break them out of this spell--there will be time to doubt, worry, hesitate talk later. Right now, he doesn't care about anything beyond the hard lines of Zhongli's body against his own, the swipe of Zhongli's tongue against his and the warm palm resting on his spine.
It takes a minute to catch his breath when Zhongli breaks away; the question makes him lean his head back and laugh even as his pulse soars.]
Let you? I think I should be offended. [He very clearly does not; his tone is mischief personified, sweetness and bite blended together like potent wine. His voice is steady aside from that hint of breathlessness, but he dips his head back down and watches Zhongli's lips intently, a betrayal of his easy humor. Any possible traces of balm have long since rubbed away, but Zhongli's mouth is so beautifully damp and shiny.] Do I seem so passive?
[He punctuates his question by dragging Zhongli closer, lifting his hips from the wall to press them forward, against Zhongli's. Between the teahouse and their kisses just now (and, y'know, the fact that it's Zhongli), it's probably no surprise that he's already half-hard. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Zhongli's and dropping his voice to a low murmur.]
If we'd gone any farther in there, it would've been just as much me as you.
[ arousal lances through his body. just as childe looses all sense of what surrounds them, zhongli's attention hones in on the slick feel of childe's skin, his delighted laughter, the wine in his voice. childe knows how he feels about wine.
to answer those pointed looks at his lips, zhongli takes another long, deep kiss from his mouth. he savors the soft give of his lips, the resistance in his teeth, the thump of childe's head against the wall as zhongli stops beseeching and finally takes what he wants.
when he draws back, there's only a small hint of breathlessness. he smiles. ]
You seemed content to keep still once I sunk my teeth into you.
[ he punctuates this with a slow, tight roll of his hips. zhongli is just as hard, and the drag of their cocks runs electric through his hips. his eyes are incandescent in their abject want, boring deeply. he remembers the dazed, beautiful look in those eyes.
he makes quick work of the remaining buttons of childe's shirt. ]
You were breathless. I've never seen you in such a state. ...I want for you to look at me that way again.
[It shouldn't feel so good. Not with so many layers still between them, even with Zhongli dressed down for the heat as he is. Not when they've just barely begun--but then, maybe that's part of the reason. Maybe the thrill of something new has interwoven with the already-considerable attraction he feels (has always felt, no matter if he's ignored it) for Zhongli. Perhaps he could think it through more, if his attention wasn't so completely stolen by Zhongli's tongue, his hips, his nimble fingers.
Not to mention his words. Childe's always been weak to the way he speaks--smooth and elegant, like a storyteller. He'd had no idea what it would be like, pairing that with such blatant, abject desire. For someone who laughs in the face of his own limits, it's dangerously intoxicating.
The air indoors is so much cooler on his skin than it was outside, but that hardly matters when he feels warm all over again. He can't be mad, though, when it's Zhongli's doing. Even the slight ache from the marks left by his harness have faded from his attention by now.]
You caught me by surprise. [That playful lilt is still there--he sounds as confident as ever, despite the clear want he isn't trying to hide in the slightest. He lets his hands slip up beneath Zhongli's shirt, exploring by touch for now.] It won't happen again.
[An incredibly predictable challenge, judging from his grin. But he can't help it--give him a sleeping beast, and he'll tear heaven and earth apart just to find a stick to poke it with. They both know he can't hope to win against Zhongli, not if Zhongli actually puts his mind to something, but that's the whole fun of it--and besides, Zhongli deserves to do a little work for what he wants, in Childe's completely, totally, definitely unbiased opinion.]
we can timeskip or drop this!! next time childe wears the harness it's on sight
[ it's tempting to finish what he's started the moment before they left the tea house. he could let his kisses trail from the column of childe's throat down to the middle of his chest, bare now that his shirt's been opened. he'd memorize every scar through his lips and fingers, and he'd draw out every octave of sound from childe's voice.
but zhongli has the rest of the evening for this. for the moment, he's drinking in that mischievous grin, knowing that response is meant to goad him. show me, childe whispered before, and zhongli hears it again. and yes, he'll work for it.
the buttons on childe's pants are fingered open. zhongli smiles, sultry and warm, and he leans forward to close childe's smiling lips with his own. his hands fall to childe's hips, over his ass, and he pulls him in as he grinds forward. he pushes his tongue into his mouth, to silence him and taste everything again.
he shouldn't reward this behavior, but zhongli can't help it. there's too much of childe suddenly within his reach—so many imagined things that can finally take root in reality, more visceral than even an ancient god's imagination can conjure. the way childe grins at him makes him crumble.
he draws back, cleans his lips, and smiles again. his gaze bores into childe's, endlessly hungry. ]
I see. Then I will only have to surprise you once more. I believe I can manage it.
[ his teeth glint between his lips. he'll drag childe to his bedroom eventually. their night will end with the two of them naked and sprawled on his bed, come stuck to their skin and in wet strings over the sheets. the comforter and pillows will be unceremoniously pulled and pushed and thrown over the bedside. their bodies will be covered in bites and scrapes and bruises, well-loved and worshipped. zhongli will look like morax again, having given up on hiding it long before. (he gave up on hiding many things that night. what's one more?)
right now, he kisses childe again as if to devour him whole and guides them back into what they already started. ]
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It should feel unbelievable, being with Zhongli like this. Instead, it feels inevitable.
It would be a lie to say that Childe doesn't want more--that anticipation doesn't tingle beneath his skin, much the way it does before an exciting battle. But for now, he's content to linger here as long as Zhongli wants. Childe has nowhere else to be, and no desire to rush this.]
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that isn't all they're here for. his muscle tenses beneath the childe's fingertips. anticipation curls in his stomach where it laid dormant. childe would briefly feel the sharpened canines in his mouth, grown to points behind his lips.
zhongli had his (correct) assumptions about the nature of their relationship, but he keeps them to himself. what they're doing now only concerns their surface-level attraction—the age-old thrum of tension between their bodies, reaching into the pitch blackness, finding out what would happen if they came too close together. for all zhongli cares about the art of conversation (aka hearing his own voice), he wouldn't let this be interrupted, even by himself.
zhongli's freed hand smooths over the curve of childe's back and draws him in, flattening their chests together. whether or not childe stumbles, zhongli walks him against the bare spread of wall nearby, crowding childe against it and muffling the crack of childe's head against the wall with his hand. their bodies crush together and zhongli kisses him hard, savoring, breathing him in.
his hand slides from behind childe's head to the base of his neck. his thumb runs against the dried flecks of blood where his bite still festered. the wound gently reopens underneath it, painting a smear of red over his skin.
zhongli finally breaks the line of their kisses. mouth still hovering close, his sharp, golden eyes open and settle on childe. he cleans his lips and murmurs: ]
In the tea house... Would you have let me have my way with you there?
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He can't let himself think too deeply about any of this. Not right now. Like Zhongli, the last thing he wants is to break them out of this spell--there will be time to
doubt, worry, hesitatetalk later. Right now, he doesn't care about anything beyond the hard lines of Zhongli's body against his own, the swipe of Zhongli's tongue against his and the warm palm resting on his spine.It takes a minute to catch his breath when Zhongli breaks away; the question makes him lean his head back and laugh even as his pulse soars.]
Let you? I think I should be offended. [He very clearly does not; his tone is mischief personified, sweetness and bite blended together like potent wine. His voice is steady aside from that hint of breathlessness, but he dips his head back down and watches Zhongli's lips intently, a betrayal of his easy humor. Any possible traces of balm have long since rubbed away, but Zhongli's mouth is so beautifully damp and shiny.] Do I seem so passive?
[He punctuates his question by dragging Zhongli closer, lifting his hips from the wall to press them forward, against Zhongli's. Between the teahouse and their kisses just now (and, y'know, the fact that it's Zhongli), it's probably no surprise that he's already half-hard. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against Zhongli's and dropping his voice to a low murmur.]
If we'd gone any farther in there, it would've been just as much me as you.
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to answer those pointed looks at his lips, zhongli takes another long, deep kiss from his mouth. he savors the soft give of his lips, the resistance in his teeth, the thump of childe's head against the wall as zhongli stops beseeching and finally takes what he wants.
when he draws back, there's only a small hint of breathlessness. he smiles. ]
You seemed content to keep still once I sunk my teeth into you.
[ he punctuates this with a slow, tight roll of his hips. zhongli is just as hard, and the drag of their cocks runs electric through his hips. his eyes are incandescent in their abject want, boring deeply. he remembers the dazed, beautiful look in those eyes.
he makes quick work of the remaining buttons of childe's shirt. ]
You were breathless. I've never seen you in such a state. ...I want for you to look at me that way again.
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Not to mention his words. Childe's always been weak to the way he speaks--smooth and elegant, like a storyteller. He'd had no idea what it would be like, pairing that with such blatant, abject desire. For someone who laughs in the face of his own limits, it's dangerously intoxicating.
The air indoors is so much cooler on his skin than it was outside, but that hardly matters when he feels warm all over again. He can't be mad, though, when it's Zhongli's doing. Even the slight ache from the marks left by his harness have faded from his attention by now.]
You caught me by surprise. [That playful lilt is still there--he sounds as confident as ever, despite the clear want he isn't trying to hide in the slightest. He lets his hands slip up beneath Zhongli's shirt, exploring by touch for now.] It won't happen again.
[An incredibly predictable challenge, judging from his grin. But he can't help it--give him a sleeping beast, and he'll tear heaven and earth apart just to find a stick to poke it with. They both know he can't hope to win against Zhongli, not if Zhongli actually puts his mind to something, but that's the whole fun of it--and besides, Zhongli deserves to do a little work for what he wants, in Childe's completely, totally, definitely unbiased opinion.]
we can timeskip or drop this!! next time childe wears the harness it's on sight
but zhongli has the rest of the evening for this. for the moment, he's drinking in that mischievous grin, knowing that response is meant to goad him. show me, childe whispered before, and zhongli hears it again. and yes, he'll work for it.
the buttons on childe's pants are fingered open. zhongli smiles, sultry and warm, and he leans forward to close childe's smiling lips with his own. his hands fall to childe's hips, over his ass, and he pulls him in as he grinds forward. he pushes his tongue into his mouth, to silence him and taste everything again.
he shouldn't reward this behavior, but zhongli can't help it. there's too much of childe suddenly within his reach—so many imagined things that can finally take root in reality, more visceral than even an ancient god's imagination can conjure. the way childe grins at him makes him crumble.
he draws back, cleans his lips, and smiles again. his gaze bores into childe's, endlessly hungry. ]
I see. Then I will only have to surprise you once more. I believe I can manage it.
[ his teeth glint between his lips. he'll drag childe to his bedroom eventually. their night will end with the two of them naked and sprawled on his bed, come stuck to their skin and in wet strings over the sheets. the comforter and pillows will be unceremoniously pulled and pushed and thrown over the bedside. their bodies will be covered in bites and scrapes and bruises, well-loved and worshipped. zhongli will look like morax again, having given up on hiding it long before. (he gave up on hiding many things that night. what's one more?)
right now, he kisses childe again as if to devour him whole and guides them back into what they already started. ]