[Well that's unfair. Since when has Childe ever resisted a temptation when didn't have to, huh? He's certainly not going to start now. He lets Zhongli kiss him once, twice, then pulls away just a little--just enough to force Zhongli to work for it and lean closer if he really wants more kisses. He props himself on his elbow and cards his fingers through Zhongli's hair, a gentler touch than many people would think him capable of.]
How can I cook you breakfast if you're half-asleep, hm? [Teasing, but still in that low tone. If getting up was truly urgent, he'd make it known; still, if he lets Zhongli get away with lounging in bed without a single bit of resistance, he'll become even worse about it than he already is. Besides, who would Childe be if he didn't make everything into some kind challenge?]
[ zhongli really is being forced to choose between his two great loves: ajax and delicious food. harbingers really are ruthless... also, if childe wants to leave, he shouldn't pet zhongli's hair. that's just asking for him to go full dragon and trap childe on the bed.
he hums again softly as his hair is brushed back, still keeping his eyes closed as he thinks. ajax's wonderful cooking, or ajax in bed? he's too tired to pick one. why has fontaine not found a way to cook in bed.
fine. he goes for what's easiest.
he rolls them until childe is on his back and zhongli is lying on top of him. he kisses childe's neck lightly and
[Childe "can't say no to his loved ones" Tartaglia Ajax suffers the consequences of his own actions, part 837598735
Zhongli's little maneuver knocks a laugh out of him, and he can't help but hook his leg over Zhongli and press his lips to Zhongli's head. The swell of warmth in his chest is still something he's unaccustomed to, but in moments like these, he only finds himself wanting more of it, with none of the wariness or doubt that sometimes crops up.]
Zhongli. [Playfully scolding--he twines Zhongli's hair around his fingers and tugs lightly--well. Their definition of lightly, anyway.] If only your devout worshippers could see you now.
[Zhongli expresses such sentiments now and again, and they never fail to stir a little something within him--something hard to accept, but that he wants, more than anything, to trust. He's gotten much better about not deflecting out of reflex; on lazy, loving mornings like this, he even lets himself believe them.
It helps that they speak to the greediest parts of him. Childe isn't really that possessive, all things considered, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy every little reminder that Zhongli is his. That he wants to be here just as badly as Childe does, that he's more than willing to walk beside him with all his usual serene regality, unapologetic about where his affections lie.
He enjoys this too, of course. He laughs as Zhongli sinks his teeth into his skin, easing his leg over until he can draw his toes along Zhongli's tail.]
I see how it is. You've decided I'm your breakfast, is that it?
[AT LEAST HE'S CONSCIOUS even if he's refusing to let Childe get up. A win is a win, or something like that. This definitely counts as winning in Childe's book.]
[ Zhongli's learned the different undercurrents of Childe's laughter: unease, amusement, manic delight. This bright, clear laughter is for friends and family; Zhongli can't lay claim to it, but he can still gather Childe's laughter like iridescent gems. Zhongli has no reason to be possessive, being so self-assured in their relationship. It's just his nature to collect and treasure his precious things—to sit on a stone beneath a Pearlroot Tree just to hear the roosting birds, or to drink the freshwater from the waterfalls of near Stone Gate, or to conjure Childe's golden laughter from his lips again and again.
He soothes the bite with his tongue, smiling at the slow crawl of Childe's toes along the smooth scales of his tail. He wags the end of it a little over his other foot. He's really trying to tickle him...
At least Zhongli is slightly more awake now, since they're talking about food. Slightly. He's still a sleepy old lizard. ]
Indeed, I'd thought Liyue cuisine to be the paragon of gastronomy in Teyvat. I now realize that I shouldn't underestimate certain Snezhnayan delicacies.
[ Kiss, bite. Childe will have fun covering these up, if he even bothers. ]
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How can I cook you breakfast if you're half-asleep, hm? [Teasing, but still in that low tone. If getting up was truly urgent, he'd make it known; still, if he lets Zhongli get away with lounging in bed without a single bit of resistance, he'll become even worse about it than he already is. Besides, who would Childe be if he didn't make everything into some kind challenge?]
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he hums again softly as his hair is brushed back, still keeping his eyes closed as he thinks. ajax's wonderful cooking, or ajax in bed? he's too tired to pick one. why has fontaine not found a way to cook in bed.
fine. he goes for what's easiest.
he rolls them until childe is on his back and zhongli is lying on top of him. he kisses childe's neck lightly and
falls back asleep right there. ]
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Zhongli's little maneuver knocks a laugh out of him, and he can't help but hook his leg over Zhongli and press his lips to Zhongli's head. The swell of warmth in his chest is still something he's unaccustomed to, but in moments like these, he only finds himself wanting more of it, with none of the wariness or doubt that sometimes crops up.]
Zhongli. [Playfully scolding--he twines Zhongli's hair around his fingers and tugs lightly--well. Their definition of lightly, anyway.] If only your devout worshippers could see you now.
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Only you will see me this way.
[ thats precisely how he likes it. he believes childe feels the same.
anyway. he slowly bites into the side of childe's neck. revenge. ]
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It helps that they speak to the greediest parts of him. Childe isn't really that possessive, all things considered, but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy every little reminder that Zhongli is his. That he wants to be here just as badly as Childe does, that he's more than willing to walk beside him with all his usual serene regality, unapologetic about where his affections lie.
He enjoys this too, of course. He laughs as Zhongli sinks his teeth into his skin, easing his leg over until he can draw his toes along Zhongli's tail.]
I see how it is. You've decided I'm your breakfast, is that it?
[AT LEAST HE'S CONSCIOUS even if he's refusing to let Childe get up. A win is a win, or something like that. This definitely counts as winning in Childe's book.]
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He soothes the bite with his tongue, smiling at the slow crawl of Childe's toes along the smooth scales of his tail. He wags the end of it a little over his other foot. He's really trying to tickle him...
At least Zhongli is slightly more awake now, since they're talking about food. Slightly. He's still a sleepy old lizard. ]
Indeed, I'd thought Liyue cuisine to be the paragon of gastronomy in Teyvat. I now realize that I shouldn't underestimate certain Snezhnayan delicacies.
[ Kiss, bite. Childe will have fun covering these up, if he even bothers. ]
This may be my favorite meal of all.