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Childe was roughly shoved onto the nearby bed; a spike of arousal shot up his spine. Not many people have been able to match his strength, let alone surpass it. The thought of the very man he loved being able to do so made him shiver, another sign of competition that sparked electricity in his veins. (No, he isn't battle sexual) He had to regain control of the situation, even if it was the smallest bit.
Childe grabbed the other's shoulders and flipped them over, pushing the man into the bed. He looked triumphant, as he laughed. "I don't bottom, Mr. Zhongli. I've never had sex, but I'm not giving up so soon." A flare of possessiveness sparked in the consultant, and he snarled, knocking Childe off his balance and pinning him to the mattress with so much force, the bed frame creaked and shook. The Harbinger hissed in pain but didn't protest. Zhongli glowered at him, slowly tightening his grip.
"You will submit to me, my dear. I will make sure of it." Childe smirked, as that fire of a challenge burned once again.
"Bet."
And so waiting for the perfect moment to strike, Childe sat up on the bed to glare at the consultant, carefully studying his movements. Zhongli's eyes returned the look with a stone-cold gaze. Their glow pulsed at the same rate of his own heart beat, and now, they shone at a steady pace. He wasn't disheveled in the slightest, while Childe was already beginning stumbling on his words.
"Take off your clothes, and wait for me to finish if I do not take mine off in time." Childe rolled his eyes and begun unbuttoning his vest. The order was ridiculous to him; impatience nagged at his being, but he kept quiet, not wanting to anger the ex-archon any further.
Zhongli unbuttoned his vest piece by piece, as Childe watched his movements carefully. The god had countless more layers than the other, so by the time the Harbringer was completely undressed, excepting his undergarments and scarf, the consultant was still undoing his undershirt, taking his time with each part. Childe huffed and reached his hand out to help, but Zhongli grabbed it.
"Don't touch me without permission. You will stay on the bed and be patient." He nearly retorted, but Zhongli tightened his grip further. It was a clear warning. Childe bit his tongue harshly to keep quiet. His lack of patience itched at his skin, so he tapped his fingers against the sheet, as he waited and waited for the other to finally undress.
After several minutes, they were in their underwear with few accessories on. Childe had his scarlet scarf and earring, and Zhongli had his hair piece and rings. The scene was perfect. The ginger had dug his nails into the bed sheets, almost ripping holes into the silk fabric with how much force he put behind it, and the brunette stood at the foot of the bed without a single reaction. He was teasing the other so well that Childe was on the verge of asking even though Zhongli did nothing but take his time taking his clothing off and standing in front of him, just out of reach. Childe hated the unspoken challenge the man proposed. He wouldn't bring himself down to such a level as begging, but he was getting a little desperate. Seeing the pulsating markings that stretched across Zhongli's perfect body was mesmerizing. They were intricate, beautifully detailed, and Childe wanted to trace every line for hours on end.
He nearly smacked himself at that thought. Childe was reaching a new level of low for Zhongli. He needed to wake the fuck up before the ex-archon drove him insane, but maybe he already was.
Childe felt a light tug on his scarf. It constricted itself a little tighter around his neck, and yet he felt like he couldn't breathe. The tension in the room was palpable. Zhongli dug his nails into the red fabric and pulled it towards himself further, watching the way Ajax gasped and fell forward nearly into the his chest. An amused chuckle rumbled deep within, as the man kneeled down to the Harbinger's eye level.
"What do you want the safe word to be?"
"I..." Childe sat there for a minute. He wanted it to be something special for both of their first times but not too complicated that he wouldn't be able to say it in a compromising situation.
"Fontaine." Zhongli smiled.
"Perfect. As expected of my little Ajax." This time, the name mixed with praise shot electricity in his veins. Childe never thought of himself having a praise kink, but here he was, being aroused by a few words. He felt like the Tsarista might smite him if she found out about his nonsense.
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Childe was pulled into another heated kiss. He didn't hesitate to take control this time. Or at least try. Zhongli was much stronger than his mortal, human body, so the god always won the competition of power. Childe still picked a fight despite that. His spite was everlasting.
Now, he aggressively bit down on the consultant's tongue, drawing blood. The familiar metallic taste spread into his mouth. The other merely laughed and pinned Childe against the bed, as elemental energy seeped out of his skin.
"How adorable, my little Ajax. Your attempts amuse me, but a human can never overpower an Archon."
Horns sprouted from his head, a long tail grew on his lower back, and the obsidian skin spread further upon Zhongli's body. Scales rippled with each tension of muscle, as his pupils narrowed into slits. Childe thought, if this was just a fraction of his true form, how majestic is he truly under that porcelain skin?
Clawed hands traced Childe's taut muscles, bringing him back to reality. Zhongli stared at his scars with sorrow glistening behind his amber eyes. The Harbinger looked away, as he traced the lines that divided tough skin and scar tissue. It was a sight for the consultant, reflecting how he let Childe gaze upon his old scars from Khaenri'ah. Zhongli wanted to replace those markings with patches of golden, geo energy. They weren't the right scars. He needed to give his lover new ones. To show Childe that he was safe with him.
Zhongli gently pressed a kiss against Childe's collarbone, where a large gash had once been. He shivered from the suddenness but relaxed as the ex-Archon whispered sweet nothings into his ear. He was okay, just as the consultant silently promised. "Good boy. Doing so well for me." Zhongli's words made the Harbinger melt into goo, sinking further into the soft sheets below. Damn, he was weak to his praise kink.
Childe closed his eyes and drunk in all the little sensations. The bed creaking under their combined weight, the soft blanket gently rubbing against his skin, the continuous words endlessly spilling from Zhongli's mouth, everything. Archons, he wanted to reciprocate the pure love the other man shared, but Childe felt delirious, high on euphoria. He heard himself mutter a couple of indescribable words, but Zhongli seemed to understand him, as he began rubbing circles into his palms and peppering his chest with soft kisses.
Childe sighed deeply with content; his eyes glazed over, as he fell deeper into a sort of trance. Zhongli chuckled, amused at the sight of the battle-obsessed Harbinger be brought down to a blissed out mess on the sheets by the consultant's small shows of affection. Zhongli hadn't even begun the heated part.
"Ajax."
"Hm?"
"What's the safe word?" Childe had to think back for a moment; the word he chose already fled from his mind.
"Think quickly, or I will have to stop right here." That got his mind racing very quickly.
"Fontaine." Zhongli laughed.
"Good boy." Childe squirmed, biting down on his lip to prevent a loud moan from slipping out as Zhongli brushed his hand gently over the other's crotch.
Zhongli gently pulled the harbringer's undergarments off and opened the nearby desk where a glass bottle of slime concentrate sat. He popped open the container, as Ajax panted heavily in excitement, until the man took off a ring, dipped his finger inside. "W- Wait-"
"Is there a problem?" Zhongli closed the bottle after gathering a sufficient amount of lube. Childe stammered, half laughing,
"I'm not being the bottom." The consultant frowned.
"What do you mean? In terms of power, I am the most fit, and a few minutes ago, you tried to dominate me."
"But I've never taken something up my ass." Zhongli shrugged, as he crawled back on the bed with Childe.
"Then this shall be a new experience for you." Before he could protest again, the man quickly stuffed his finger into the Childe's hole.
The lube felt cold and weird, making them both grimace. They stayed in that position for a few minutes; Childe tried his best to get used to the feeling before shifting and telling Zhongli to continue. The uncomfortable sounds of squelching made the consultant almost gag, but he kept the feeling to himself. It was just the strange method of preparation that made bile rise in his throat.
After a few minutes of beginning prep, Childe groaned. "Y- You can add another." Zhongli stopped.
"Are you sure?" The other nodded desperately, enough to bring the consultant's uncertainty down. "Okay." His middle finger entered with a loud squishing, though it was drowned out by Childe's sudden moan of pleasure. Zhongli was shocked; he hadn't begun searching, but the man quickly fell back into character. They finally got to the good part. Zhongli leaned down towards him, continuing to move his fingers slowly up and down. "Such a good boy, Ajax. Do you want a reward?" Childe deliriously gasped as the fingers curled upward.
"Yes- yes- yes- please-"
"Hm... I haven't even put a third finger in, and you're already begging for me." The harbinger attempted a glare towards the ex-Archon, but it quickly faded into a glossy, blissed out look. He added another finger into the mess, getting used to the slimy feeling of the lube, causing Childe to babble out nonsense.
Zhongli dug his fangs into Childe's shoulder, reaching for his discarded belt. Childe watched with half-lidded eyes, as he slowly wrapped his wrists in the tight leather. The Harbinger tugged for good measure; it didn't budge.
"Ready?" Childe scoffed.
"What a stupid question."
"I disagree." Zhongli pinned his arms above his head and licked his face with a snake-like tongue that sent shivers down his spine.
"A mere mortal can never be prepared for a dragon's feast." Before he could ask, Zhongli roughly grabbed his dick and swallowed it down to the base. Childe screamed in ecstasy, as the consultant bobbed his head up and down. His sharp teeth gently scrapped against the head every time he went up, making Childe sob.
With a pop, Zhongli pulled off and licked his lips. It was only a taste of what he could do, but the sight alone made Childe even harder. His rosy lips, now shiny with saliva, looked so hot wrapped around his dick.
"How was it?"
"Fuck you, I wasn't prepared." Childe huffed. The ex-archon narrowed his eyes.
"Still defiant, I see..." Zhongli went back down, sending another shock of pleasure through the other. His thin tongue licked and teased the head, as Childe cried out with tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
Just as he felt the blinding white consume him, Zhongli pulled off again. The Harbinger whimpered at the feeling. He was so close.
"P... Please." Zhongli smiled.
"Giving up after all. I thought you had a little more fight." Childe snapped, anger and embarrassment seething through his skin.
"I do! It's just that-" A loud moan cut him off, as Zhongli shoved his fingers in again. He kept scissoring them and trying to open him up more. Person A squirmed and tried to “seduce” him with little pouts and whines. It doesn’t work; Person B only smirks, continuing to lick and bite his skin.
Suddenly, Zhongli slipped his fingers out; the other cried at the sensation.
"W- Why'd you stop again?!" Childe felt tears drip down his puffy face. The bliss and ecstasy was ripped away from him in the blink of an eye, yet again! Zhongli simply chuckled,
"You were about to finish without my permission. I thought you already learned this earlier."
"Since when did I have to ask anyway?" Childe pouted. Zhongli leaned in closer, as the harbinger's breath hitched.
"Since you decided to approach me, Ajax." He stuffed his fingers back inside, earning a scream from Childe. Zhongli's cold eyes glared at him without the slightest hint of comfort. "Ever since your body gave itself to me, I've been in control." The harbinger scoffed, rolling his eyes. As if enforcing his point, the consultant bared his fangs and bit into his shoulder, making Childe quickly cover his mouth; it did little to muffle his scream.
Zhongli growled possessively; his instincts were screaming to devour the man right then and there, but patience. He needed preparation or else Childe would be ruined forever. Personally, Zhongli wouldn't really mind.
Deeming him prepped enough, the God stretched his muscles for what's to come. Childe heard him moving around on the bed before splaying his hands out on his stomach. Confused, he looked up.
"Safe word?"
"Fontaine." Zhongli smirked and harshly thrusted into the man. Childe screamed out, and his hands gripped the blanket so tightly it ripped small holes into delicate fabric. His cries turned into guttural moans, as Zhongli continued the ruthless pace.
“Good boy. You handled me so well.” Tears slipped down Childe's pale skin,
"M' close..." The consultant kissed his cheek, whispering into his ear.
"Go ahead. You deserve it." With one last cry, Childe came harshly onto both of their chests. Zhongli quickly finished after, the other's tight heat bringing his climax to its peak. Childe wheezed quietly.
"Love you..."
"I love you too."
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"W-Wow! You actually got the hint for once, Zhongli. That took forever." Hu Tao laughed, while Xiao glared daggers at Childe. The harbinger ignored it, sneering,
"At least I didn't ask him out with a corpse in my hands." She huffed, as the consultant violently spat out his tea.
"Well, Yanyan didn't mind. At least I don't kill for my romantic gifts, Mr. 11th Harbringer."
"Are we going to talk about how Ajax fucked an Archon?" Xiao interjected. Childe rolled his eyes, while Zhongli continued coughing out his tea.
"Oh please. You've been dating Barbatos for years now. What do you have to say about me being Zhongli's bottom?" Hu Tao bursted into laughter, clutching her sides painfully, and Xiao silently summoned his spear with pure rage coming off of him in waves.
"W-WAIT! Y-Y-YOU- NO WAY! XIAO, GIVE ME 20,000 MORA! I FUCKING TOLD YOU HE WOULD BOTTOM!"
"I didn't say anything about that! I literally just said Morax would never have sex with anyone!" Hu Tao wiped away her tears, as her smile widened.
"You still owe me for the bet. Yo dad ain't asexual boy." Xiao turned to her, spear radiating Anemo power in droves.
"Morax, may I murder this woman?"
"Absolutely not."