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It had been three days since Zhongli last saw Childe, who had gone back to Snezhnaya for his work. The night before his departure, the Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers had whispered to him after a long and passionate kissing session that had left Zhongli breathless and wanting more, "I will be away for a while," and as he traced his gloved fingers along the riptide mark that glew a translucent blue just below Zhongli's navel, he added, "I want you to not touch yourself until I come back. Can you do that for me?" Zhongli's face was flushed red, his knees were trembling, and he was struggling to stand because of how hot he felt from Childe kissing him so deep for so long. If not for the strong arms holding him up as cold fingers roamed the sensitive skin underneath his clothes, he would surely have fallen to the ground. His pupils were dilated as he looked at Childe with a glazed look in his eyes, and he simply nodded, wanting nothing more than for Childe to resume holding him.
But now, sitting over the edge of their shared bed, his hands fidgeting across his lap, what the Liyue Archon wants is Childe's hands on him again. He knows it has only been three days, but after getting used to Childe's company everyday for months now, he really misses him. He wants Childe to hold him once more. He wants those big, cold hands to caress his neck and the small of his back like they always do, those long fingers to pinch his nipples making them all red and perky, and that hot tongue to lick and suck the inside of Zhongli's thighs that Childe knows are the most sensitive. He wants it, he needs it so bad it hurts.
However, he also wants to be good for Childe. When he thinks about his lover, he feels hot, and his heart feels like it'll burst out of his chest. He loves him so much. "Childe…" Zhongli moans, hugging himself so as to feel less empty, all alone in their big bedroom. He misses him. So, so much.
It's ridiculous, he thinks, how hot and bothered the other makes him feel with just one simple request. It's ridiculous how much he has changed ever since Childe appeared into his life. Before, he had always been reluctant to deepen his relationship with others. Throughout his six thousand years of living, he had to stand and watch helplessly as those he cared about were carried away by illness or by old age, watch the scenery change with each passing season, watch the Liyue citizens, his people, come and go. As such, he had learned to close his heart in fear of suffering any more horrible pain.
But then one day, Childe, Tartaglia, the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger had come and, so very slowly, with his gentleness that lit up the dormant butterflies in Zhongli's stomach, made himself a way into Zhongli's injured heart, one step at a time. Childe and his teasing smile, his serious face when he gave orders to his Fatui subordinates that morphed into a beaming one at the sight of Zhongli, as well as his embarrassed chuckle whenever he tried his best to use the pair of dragon-and-phoenix patterned chopsticks, a birthday present from the brunette himself (needless to say, the one opening his purse had been Childe as always, but the intention was there, still). He made Zhongli feel loved like he had never felt before. In return, Zhongli had fallen head over heels in love with the other man. There was no one else in the world Zhongli wanted to share this wonderful feeling with.
He wants to be good for Childe, and so even though his body is hot and aches for any contact or friction, Zhongli decides to change into some more comfortable clothes and slides under the blanket of the bed to try and sleep this unbearable excitement off. As he pulls the cover over his chest, the soft fabric slightly tugs his loose pants upward and brushes against his arousal, making him shudder and gasp, his hand quickly moving over his mouth to cover the obscene sound and his eyes flutter shut. He shouldn't be this sensitive. This is ridiculous. If he were being honest, the Fatui's last request to him made him even more needy. He could simply touch himself to calm himself down a bit, and Childe wouldn't even know- how could he, all the way there in Snezhnaya? And yet Zhongli doesn't. He treats that request as an order from his lover, and maybe he has a masochistic side to him; but he does really want to be good and to receive praise at the end of his hard effort.
The thought of Childe's voice praising him causes a new wave of arousal to spread throughout his entire body. His face flushes a deep red and his eyes water a bit from trying to suppress his lust. He turns his head so the side of his face is against the pillow and clutches the bed sheets tightly in his hands. He can't do this. He wants it so bad. He needs to touch himself, even just a little bit…
"Ngh-- Ahh… Childe…"
As Zhongli's resolve is on the verge of crumbling apart, he suddenly feels a strange sensation in the lower part of his body that makes him shudder from head to toe. When he looks down, panting confusedly, he sees the riptide mark on the lower part of his stomach that Childe had put on him glowing brighter than usual. But he has no time to wonder about why that is as another wave courses his body even more violently than the first one, ripping a throaty moan out of his body that he cannot stop from coming out this time. His back arches off the bed and his hands that were tightly clutching the bed sheets struggle to find something, anything to hold onto. He feels as if he's being stirred up from the inside, unable to do anything other than to writhe in pleasure. When the third wave hits, he can't help but come untouched, his entire body shaking with the ecstasy of his release after being edged for such a long time.
Zhongli is still coming down from his violent orgasm when he feels all the blood in his body rush to his groin as if it has a mind of its own. His softening cock springs up to life and Zhongli tries to muffle the high-pitched whine wanting to come out of his mouth by turning his face into the pillow. He's still oversensitive, but yet another merciless wave of pleasure hits him again. He can feel the precum already oozing out of his rapidly growing hardness.
"No… Mnn…!" Zhongli whimpers, overwhelmed by all the sensations. "N-no more… I just came- ahhn!"
The blood rushes down to his ass now, opening up his hole. Unconsciously, it clenches on empty air, and Zhongli longs for something to fill him up, to be inside him. He feels feverish, he's sweating, inhaling and exhaling in short puffs of hot air, unused to such stimulation. One of his hands releases the sheets that he had been holding in a vice-like grip and sets flat on the riptide mark. His knees fold upwards and squeeze together, trying to keep himself from shaking.
This isn't right; something is clearly wrong with his body. Zhongli tries to sit up in order to clear his thoughts, but the strength leaves his body, he loses his balance and falls forward on his hands and knees. In this position, with his ass up in the air, his greedy hole opens up even more, and he's desperate for something to penetrate him, to fill that emptiness inside of him. Unable to bear it any longer, Zhongli reaches behind him, and with one finger, touches his rim underneath his pants.
God, it's so stretched… With how stretched out his asshole is, Zhongli believes he could already fit in three of his fingers. At this point, he can't control the dirty sounds coming out of his mouth anymore. He taps his wet puckered hole a few times, whining at the lewd noise it makes. It's not enough. He needs more. He needs something big to enter him, to fuck him hard until he's unconscious.
"God… Childe… Ah- p-please…"
His hole keeps clenching and unclenching, and Zhongli feels like he's losing his mind, engulfed by intense pleasure. His face is a mess now, with tears flowing freely out of his eyes and drool coming out of his mouth. But he cannot touch himself yet - Childe told him not to. So his arm drops and he brings his other hand to his lips, putting two fingers in his mouth and sucking them, wishing that that were his lover's cock instead, large and hard. When yet another wave of raw pleasure strikes him again, he lets out a moan against his soaked fingers, his entire body trembling as he comes hard.
At last, he feels the heat in his body subdue, and Zhongli collapses on the bed over the sticky pool of semen he just created, exhausted and blissed out.