[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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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. ]