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Ajax doesn’t like his new step father. 

Since his father dies of a car crash a few years back, it has only been him and his mother. And his father's enormous trust fund on him, as well as his mother’s inheritance. 

His aunts and uncles said the new step father only wooes and marries his mother for her money. 

Who wouldn’t, they said, when a beautiful, heart broken widow with a barely legal son and her late husband's gigantic conglomerate  that is now in her name throws herself at you and sobs, asking you to keep her company at night.

Ajax doesn’t like his mother much either. 

She doesn’t love his father, she married him for his money at the age of twenty, then she had Ajax at twenty two. Ajax was the way for her to chain his father by her side and lavish her in his wealth. She gave birth to him out of conveniences, and not out of love. 

She spends her days shopping and having tea parties with her friends who are equally trophy wives, leaving Ajax at home with his maids and tutors. She rather spend time with her worst enemy than with a crying baby she said, when he just missed her so much that he weeped and asked if she could stay home with him. 

So Ajax doesn’t like to spend time with her either. He cannot wait til his twenty two birthday and his trust fund is finally in his hands. 

His late father's conglomerate, bless his poor soul, will be divided into half, half for his mother and half for him. And Ajax already thinks about selling all the stock and escaping to a different continent half the world away. 

But then, Zhongli steps into his mother’s life. 

He is one of his father’s directors. A branch director in Liyue, running his father’s bank there. A close friend, an ally. Ajax is supposed to take over his job once he graduates from university and finishes his internship. 

Who would have thought the man with amber eyes and amber hair, who shedded silent tears when his father’s casket is lowered to the ground, who spoke about how his father helped him through university, would be caught naked in Ajax’s own house less than a week later

Truth to be told, Ajax should have seen this coming. 

His parents' relationship has fallen apart years ago. His father has his side flings, and his mother has her boytoys to keep her company. And his mother especially loves Liyue. 

She talks about the sunny country as if it is heaven on earth, and she would spend her entire summer there, bathing in the sun and burning through her monthly allowance. 

Now if Ajax really thinks about it, of course she would have Zhongli as her side Liyue boytoy. His father gave Zhongli the task to keep his mother’s purse to never run dry and keep her away from him and in Liyue anyway. 

One way or the other, his father approved of their relationship, perhaps he knew and he just didn’t care enough. 

But now he couldn’t anymore because he is dead and his mother decided to marry Zhongli, and suddenly, the boytoy became the patriarch of Ajax’s family. 

Zhongli would always be the sinful, lustful bed warmer in Ajax’z eyes though.

 He used to have some respect for the man that worked with his father and brought their business in Liyue to a height they never had imagined. After being his shadow for a couple of times on his and father’s business trips give him the impression that Zhongli is a respectable man, with vast knowledge about the market and even better knowledge of the trade and how to please their customers. 

But Ajaz was also the one that caught him in bed with his mother after coming home early from his lecture at the university, barely a week after his father’s funeral. 

If his mother hasn’t taken the claim on the man first, Ajax thinks he would pay Zhongli handsomely just to sleep with him. 

Ajax had not even meant to catch them in the act, he simply was on his way back to his room when he heard someone wanton moan coming out from his mother’s library. 

There was a gap on the door, perhaps some wayward wind had pushed it open, his mother does have the habit of never closing the window of her library, and Ajax just couldn’t help himself nor his curiosity. 

What he saw though, was a bit beyond his imagination, but within the realm of expectation. 

His mother married young. And she does have a taste for controlling men who are more wealthy and powerful than she would ever be. Perhaps it was because of her status as a trophy wife, she craved the need to be the master. 

So it was within Ajax’s expectation to see her taking the lead in their coupling and pushed the head of Liyue’s branch down onto her velvet couch, her hands closing around his throat as she squeezed and he choked out a pleasurable moan. 

What was beyond his imagination was her fake flesh colored dick that breaches his entrance and bottoms out into him with strong, powerful thrusts, and the obscene sound of flesh hitting on flesh, of Zhongli moaning out in ecstasy,asking his mother to fuck him harder. 

Perhaps that, and the way Zhongli arched his back off the couch, his hands digging into his mother’s back and he came, spasming. His entire body shivered and convulsed as his legs and arms clinged onto the petite naked body of Ajax’s mother like she was a lifeline and he was a drowning man. His toes curled, and his nails dug into her back and the way he pulled her down and slammed his mouth into hers with extreme hunger. The distinct stench of seme and bodily fluid filled the air and Zhongli’s breathless voice moaning out in overstimulation as his mother pushed back into him in an antagonising slow thrust. 

And before Ajax  knew it, his world turned white and his blood rushed south and he came in his pants like some horny, inexperienced teenager, his own blissful moan escaped his mouth before he could stop himself. 

The heir of the conglomerate ran off in a panic, a hand cupping at the stain in between his legs, his heart drumming in his ears.

Ajax could swear, in a split of a second, he could feel Zhongli’s amber eyes looking over his mother’s shoulder, through the gap of the library door and straight into Ajax’s soul.

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His mother got married to Zhongli half a year after his father’s untimely death in a grand and extravagant wedding.

Needless to say it caught quite an uproar within his father’s circle of business partners. 

He is a gold digger, Ajax remembered someone who worked with his father for years mumbled that under his breath as he saw Zhongli laughing across the hall from them, his hand at Ajax’s mother hip.

But Ajax barely care. As if his mother was not also a gold digger.

If Zhongli is so poor and in so much need of money that he decided to married to a woman a decade older than him, a new widow and who would wear a fake dick to fuck him into oblivion, that is his problem, not Ajax’s. 

But it is hard to live under the same roof as the man that he usually has wet dreams about. 

Ajax hates how Zhongli would act like a loving step father, asking him about his school work, his job at their headquarter as an intern, and his smile would be gentle and his hand warm when he pats Ajax on his shoulder. And then, at night, Ajax would sometimes hear him choke out his mother’s name like a bitch in heat, his voice high, breathless as she touched him somewhere that is particularly pleasurable. 

Hypocrite, Ajax thinks, stabbing the poor piece of ham on his plate angrily as he hears Zhongli walking down the stairs and into the kitchen. 

Last night Ajax barely got any sleep because Zhongli apparently decided that the pool deck right under Ajax’s bedroom window was a wonderful place to have wild, kinky sex with his mother. 

Zhongli’s fucked out voice begging his mother to let him come had followed Ajax into his flickering sleep, and he found himself needing to replace his dirty sheets again this morning.

“Good morning Ajax, you didn’t sleep well?” 

Zhongli appears next to him, wearing nothing but a fluffy black bath robe, holding his cup of coffee. His collarbones are defined, hard planes of pale skin and muscle peeking out of the dropping collar. There is a particularly dark, blooming bruise right between the junction of his neck and ear, and Ajax suddenly finds himself angry at the fact that he is not the one who put it there. 

Ajax looks back down to his plate, already losing his appetite but his mouth is dry and he stabs the piece of ham again with more force. 

Zhongli only laughs, patting his shoulder like a loving father and easing himself down to the seat next to Ajax’s at the head of the table. 

The tiny hiss Zhongli lets out does make Ajax feel like he at least got some revenge for his lack of sleep though. 

“Where is mother?” Ajax askes, glancing at him as the maid plates Zhongli’s breakfast in front of him and the patriarch thanks her with a smil. 

“Oh she left early this morning. Something about a trip to Sumeru with her friends,” Zhongli answers casually, blowing the steam off the surface of his coffee with his pink lips puckered together and his cheeks hollowed. 

Ajax dashes his eyes away, trying his best not to think about his stepfather drooling on his mother’s fake dick as she buckles her hip and pushes the length down Zhongli’s tight throat, making him gag and his eyes water. 

“Are you going to be home early today?”, Zhongli smiles again, digging his fork into the egg yolk and spreading it around the plate, much to Ajax’s dismay. 

“No, I have to table for my club this afternoon, why?” Ajax tilts his head at his stepfather, making a face at how Zhongli tears the piece of bread and dip into the york, licking at the dripping like a messy kitten. 

He needs to leave right now or he will sport a hard on and that would be very hard to explain to his mother why he is lusting after her boytoy, who is ten years older than he is. 

“Oh no, just asking, have a nice day Ajax,” 

The beaming smile Zhongli gives him stays in his mind the entire day, and it was distracting enough to make Signora smacks him across the back of his head, causing Ajax to yelps out in surprise and pain at his club president. 

“What was that for ??” Ajax whips around and stares accusingly at Signora, rubbing the heel of his hand into the aching spot that Signora just used her entire fist to smack him with. The woman doesn’t even falter at his murderous stare. 

“You have a nice young lady waiting to talk to you about how this club has changed your life and you are here doing what Childe??” Signora growls, whipping his head again to make him look at the horrified young girl standing across from his desk, waiting to talk to him.

Oh yes, tabling, right. 

“Oh I am so sorry milady! My apology, it is just something I am thinking about,” Ajax beams at the young girl, holding his hand out to shake her hand, and she immediately blushes a significant red. 

Signora makes a sound akin to a dying fish behind his back before she steps to the other side and drives the lovestruck girl away from him and onto someone else’s table, clicking her tongue, and leaving a confused Ajax behind. Once she comes back, the girl is already talking sheepishly to someone else from another finance students associate and Signora smacks him across the head again. 

“Go home Ajax, you look like you should get some sleep today,” Signora crosses her arms across her chest, her dominant hand waving in the air to make a “go away” motion. She looks annoyed at him, but Ajx knows she is not really mad, she is just “concerned”. 

“Then I would get going then, thank you sweetie!” Ajax picks up his bag from the floor next to his feet, blows Signora an air kiss and yeet himself out of the room laughing as Signora makes angry noises and kicking her high heels at his distant back

“Don’t you fucking dare show up at my house again when your mother gets enough of you and kick you out you brat!!” Signora yells after him and he laughs, putting a hand up to waves at her, not turning back. 

The university campus and his family home is not too far away, both located on the far side of the city, in the middle of a still festering forest that is now changing leaves, making Ajax’s entire car ride home bathe in beautiful gold and red colors of autumn leaves.

Ajax taps his fingers on the steering wheel, humming a tone under his breath as he waits at the red light. He turned twenty one last July, just another ten months and then he could get his trust fund out, sell his stocks and run away to somewhere warm and sunny. 

Sumeru perhaps, or Liyue, his mother always talks about how significantly beautiful the sunshine in Liyue feels like on her skin. 

The topic of Liyue makes the image of Zhongli this morning pop back up into his mind and Ajax realizes with a jolt that he never called Zhongli “father”. It sounds odd when his mother first went public with their relationship, too soon after his birth father died. It was even worse when Zhongli is only a decade older than he is, and all his father’s older friends and business partner called him their friends. 

Zhongli doesn’t mind him just calling him by his name though, he doesn’t expect Ajax to treat him like a stepfather as well. Perhaps to Zhongli, Ajax is just a son of a friend, and not the son of the person who he sleeps with at night. 

That is for the better, Ajax thinks, parking his car into the garage, shaking his head like a wet puppy to clear his mind.

He couldn’t call Zhongli “father” either way, his conscience would not allow him that.

 Not when he is still thinking about the curves of Zhongli’s neck, how it bends beautifully as he titles his head and smiles, the blinding sunlight behind his back makes his hair glow almost like a halo. Or the tiny of Zhongli’s waist, how flexible the muscle there must be. And his long amber hair that he usually puts into a high ponytail behind his back, that it sways in a way that begs Ajax to find purchase in them, feeling the silky strands around his fingers and yanks. 

Ajax sures the sound Zhongli makes would be brilliant.

Ajax turns the light off in the garage, and toes his shoes off at the side entrance. The entire house is in the dark, for their maids and workers don’t stay the night, and Zhongli usually comes back from work late, now that he is acting as the pseudo-CEO of their colongomarte until Ajax finishes school and his inheritance is handed over. 

Ajax checks the time on his watch, it is still early, just a bit after dinner time, but he rather goes to bed. The soft hissing and wanton cries of Zhongli last night still filled his memory, and he would still rather go to bed early,  who knows what his lewd stepfather would come up with to sate his sex drive now that the woman who brave enough to fuck him is gone. 

He paddes through the living areas in the dark, his footstep light, already learned how to be quiet and made himself invisible since he was much younger, that way if his parents were fighting, they would not pay attention to him. 

Ajax’s bedroom is at the most secure part of the house, seperate from that of his parents, joined together with doors and hallways to a series of office, bathroom, bedroom and his library, which used to be his playroom when he was younger. He somehow has this distinct dislike for people to come into his bedroom when he is not there so not even their maids and cleaners come to this part of the house, for he cleans his room on his own and does the washing when needed. 

So needless to say, he almost jumps out of his skin and his hand already reaching for his phone in his pocket and ready to call the police when he hears a soft, muffled cry from the direction of his room. 

Confused, and with his heart in his throat, Ajax quickly and quietly impetus toward his bedroom, his phone in his hand ready to press call if needed, despite his rationality telling him in a bored out voice that he will probably get kidnapped, or worse, die,  if there is an intruder. Well, it would not be the first time he got kidnapped for his parents' money, but then, who would abduct a twenty something years old from his own house? 

Just when Ajax entertains the idea of just get the fuck out of the house and call the police anyway, a soft, wet whimpers vibrates every single bones in his body and all of his blood run straight to between his legs when he realizes whose voice it was and where it comes from. 

“Ah… Ajax…” 

Through the half-open doors of his bedroom, Ajax’s line of sight is straight at the pale planes of naked skin that is covering in a thin sheen of sweat of his stepfather, who is on the floor of his bedroom, his limbs tense, jolted with every jerk of his hand around his hard, leaking cock. 

Zhongli’s nose is buried in Ajax’s pillow, his long silky hair loose, damp with sweat at his temple, the strands stick to his bare chest. There is a white sheet that drapes over his shoulder, enveloping him like a cape, and Zhongli is tightening his fist around the fabric, jerking off with the friction between the sheet and his palm, his toes curling, his back arched off the ground in flexible perfect pose of a horny bitch. 

“Ah, Ajax…. Ajax, please,...” He pleads, his voice wet, husked with arousal. 

He has his eyes closed, his breath rapid, open mouthed like he is in so much bliss he could hardly breathe. His free hand brings up to his chest, where those dainty, perfect fingers to rub at the red, perfect nipples, giving them weak little squeezes.

 It is as if he is imagining that it is Ajax’s hands that take him into his hand, and Ajax’s fingers that play with his sensitive spots.

Ajax is frozen where he stands, his blood rings in his ears, stunned with revelation. 

His eyes strained on the twitchs of Zhongli’s thigh muscles, strained, tense as he digs his heels into the carpet, his legs open wide to try and accommodate someone that is not there, showing to the world everything that should be his most intimate. Zhongli’s hand on his cock is fast, desperate, sleak with lube and leaking come, while his other rubs at his nipples, twisting, fingers fan on his chest to fondle at the supple flesh as he whines, sobbing out his pleasure in small, disheartened moans.

His muscles spasm, jerking as his orgasm grows near, his own hands on his hot, sweaty skin bringing himself over the edge. 

“Ah… Ajax…I’m close…. Can I, ah, please?” 

The beast inside Ajax suddenly growls, his teeth bare, bloody. Zhongli is praying for him, asking for his permission. Pretending that he is fucking into him, bringing him to his orgasm, begging for the Ajax in his imagination while the real thing is right here, standing in the dark, his brain clouded with his own need and arousal. 

In a fist of anger and jealousy, Ajax pushes the door of his room open, and Zhongli jerks, his eyes widen in surprise as he tries and closes his legs together, scrambling to hide his lustful act away. He makes a whine, a soft heartfelt noise as his orgasm is suspended. 

The smell of sweat, of Zhongli’s sex, of the tension in the air is thick and potent. It goes straight to Ajax’s brain and all he can think about is how wonderful would that be if he can pin Zhongli under him and make him lose his mind at Ajax’s own accord. 

“Go on, why won’t you call for me anymore?” Ajax sinks to his knees and slowly crawls toward Zhongli like a panther, his eyes sharp and the tone of his voice potent, poisonous. 

Zhongli looks like he is half turned on by Ajax's suggestive statement, half horrified that the step son that  he is lusting after has found out about his little secret. He keeps his thighs closed together, with his hands between them and despite the tiny tremors and jerks of his body, Ajax knows he is finding this especially exhilarating. 

“Ajax,... Ah!” The older man starts out then yelp out loud, his hands shoot up to his face to hide his horrified, embarrassed eyes as Ajax grabs onto his knees and forces his thighs apart. Zhongli’s cute red cock twitch with interest, with small beads of white fluid dripping filthy on the carpeted floor. 

Ajax slots himself between his step father’s long legs on his hands and knees, his eyes strained at Zhongli’s watered eyes peeking out from between his fingers. And he keeps that stare, strikingly blue and blown wide with arousal, as he slowly lowers his head and takes Zhongli into his mouth. 

The keened moan Zhongli lets out is one that could be described as nothing less than a bitch in heat and finally gets his needs satisfied, Ajax knows Zhongli would make such beautiful noise for such a beautiful man.

If it wasn’t for Zhongli’s delicate flesh in his mouth, Ajax would have snicker and laughed at his stepfather’s fake embarrassment. 

Zhongli is turning into a shade of dusty pink, all the way from his cheeks, to the bop of his neck as he swallows hard, trying to get air into his lungs, his stomach heaves. He pants, trying to close his thighs together, out of pleasure or overstimulation, Ajax doesn’t know. But he is sure Zhongli is insanely loving this even if his hands are covering his lust out eyes. 

The coral haired man bops his head, his cheeks hollowed, taking special care as he flicks his tongue over the head of Zhongli’s cock and the other man screams. He closes his thighs together, for real this time and trap Ajax’s head between his legs, hyperventilating out of bliss and he arches his back, lifting himself off the floor with a long, vulgar moan of Ajax’s name, the tip of his cock hitting at the back of Ajax’s throat and the young man’s eyes water, but he doesn’t gag, his gag relex has turn itself off a long time ago. 

But he brings a hand to circling at the base of Zhongli’s flesh, then opens his mouth, letting go of Zhongli with a pop, saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth. Zhongli immediately closes his thighs together, his hands shove between them and Ajax finally gets to see his watery amber eyes, full of lust and needs. 

He brings up his hand to wipe at his mouth, clicking his tongue out of disguise the taste in his mouth and Zhongli can only stares, frozen in place as Ajax stands up and shrugs off his shirt and strips himself down to nothing but naked skin. 

He crawls up into the middle of his bed, and Zhongli turns and stares at him, his eyes full of hesitation. Ajax looks down at the man on the floor, at his chest panting with every breath, his thighs pressing together and his beautiful soft skin litters with a layer of sweat. Ajax moves closer, putting his face at the same height as Zhongli and his step father only blinks, moving himself away just a little out of surprise. But he stays silent, like a wounded pup, fearing what to come. 

Ajax giggles, feeling generous, and he puts his index finger under Zhongli’s chin, tipping his head up and pulls him in for a kiss. 

Ajax laps at his lips, tasting him in with small, gentle doses, and Zhongli opens his mouth obediently, his eyes close like a good little doll. Their teeth click, and Ajax finds Zhongli’s tongue easily, sucking on them with small, tiny movements as he feels Zhongli bring his hand up to grab at the bedsheet. He deepens the kiss as he brings his hands down to circle around the other man's torso and hauls him up, dragging him onto the bed with him, Zhongli falls into his chest with a surprised yelp. 

“Ajax…,” Zhongli mewled, his voice husked, filled with sex and want as he looks at Ajax through his hooded eyes and his naked cock grinds softly down onto Ajax’s soft one like a cute, shy offering. 

But the young man pushes Zhongli off him and rolls over to trap him underneath Ajax, Zhongli’s legs spread wide to accommodate him. Ajax blinks, looking down at the man beneath him with his eyes full of love and wonder, as if he never realizes how beautiful Zhongli could look with his hair spreading around his head, his lips red, bruises from his own teeth biting on them to keep himself from moaning out loud, his nipples perky from his abuse of them earlier. 

Ajax smiles, then he starts to trails little, soft kisses on Zhongli collarbones, feeling the man under him jerks and whines, his hip rut against Ajax’s own to find some friction for his neglected cock. Zhongli mewls out a soft sigh as Ajax licks a long strip on his chest, near his right nipple and he brings a hand onto Ajax’s head, guiding him to where he wants Ajax to be.

 And Ajax has always been a good son, so he closes his lips around Zhongli’s nipple and sucks, like a babe to his mother, with his other play with the other side, rubbing and pinching it like the way he saw Zhongli did earlier. 

“Ah, Ajax, Ajax,... please…” Zhongli’s hip buckles beneath him,his legs tremouring and his hand at the back of Ajax’s head grip onto his hair. The young man scoff, letting go of his nipple and bringing a hand between Zhongli legs, finding the base of his heavy, twitching cock and squeeze. 

The scream Zhongli lets out was music to his ear. 

Ajax perks up to give Zhongli a kiss on his neck, mumbling: 

“Does Daddy want Ajax to fuck him? Hmm?” 

“Ah, please...Ajax...yes….” Zhongli moans out blissfully, arching his back to try and rub himself on Ajax’s hard cock, luring him in with sinful promises and the sweet nectar of his body. 

“Then Daddy can’t come until I told you so, can you do that for me?” 

Ajax pushes himself up and gives Zhongli a kiss on his forehead, down to his closed eyes and dash his tongue out to lick away a wayward tear on his cheek, patiently waiting for the other man’s answer. 

Zhongli nods, rubbing his cock at Ajax’s one last time before laying still, docile and obediently like a good little pet. 

Satisfied, Ajax gives him a kiss on his lips, before flipping the man under him over with a practiced movement, pushing Zhongli down onto the mattress with a push of his hand on his back. And to his surprise, Zhongli pulls his arms up above his head, his wrists locking together, showing himself off as a well trained pet that knows that to do. 

“Look at you, so eager to please me,” Ajax snickers, draping himself over Zhongli’s back on his hand and knees on the side of Zhongli’s body,  trailing his hand from between Zhongli’s shoulder blade to the small of his back, before gripping Zhongli’s waist, finding himself liking the way Zhongli shudders and reacts to a sensitive spot there. 

He pushes Zhongli’s hair to the side, and places a trail of kisses from his one shoulder to another, drinking ever gasps and shaky exhales, mapping the entirety of Zhongli’s back with his lips and his tongue. 

Once satisfied, Ajax caress his left hand up the length of Zhongli’s arm, trailing his fingers at the inside of Zhongli’s wrist before locking their hands together, as the same time, he works to peppering kisses at Zhongli’s nape, and  the other man only as much as swallowing hard, his skin breaks out in goosebump as Ajax’s tongue dash to lick at behind his ear, the side of his face mush into the pillow, smiling in ecstasy. 

“Daddy likes Ajax pampering you?” Ajax asked, his voice low, husked, but he smiled out gently as he earned a small nods from the man under him. 

The young man trails his free hand back down to Zhongli’s hip, where he finds the other man rolling his waist slowly into the mattress, trying to relieve himself from the pressure there with the friction Ajax is not giving him. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, Ajax holds onto Zhongli’s waist, making the man stop from grinding into the bedsheet, his skin prickles as he shudders, obediently holding himself off from chasing after his release. 

“Ah, how nice, Daddy doesn’t like Ajax to drape him over my knees and spank him now does he?” 

The way Zhongli whimpers out at the invisible pain, almost sounds like he is sobbing and his fingers squeezing around Ajax’s hand is clear of this discomfort. 

He is a precious pillow princess, he would like not to be hurt please.  

“It is okay Daddy, I won’t hurt you, shhh,” Ajax shooses, leaning down to give Zhongli a kiss between his trembling shoulder blades, feeling the man under him nods and goes limp once more. 

He brings a hand to Zhongli’s ass, fanning his fingers out to touch and fondle the pump, soft flesh, the fat there jiggling. And his sweet, pretty Zhongli knows him so well, already raising his ass up to give Ajax better assets to his entrance.

Cooing at the thoughtful gesture, Ajax pushes a pillow under Zhongli’s hip, not forgetting to give his leaking cock a rewarding pump and the thankful whine Zhongli makes is enough to make Ajax feel the satisfaction all the way from his head straight to his own dick.

 He gives Zhongli’s asscheeks a few fondles, happy with the little moans and heavy exhales, Ajax pushes a finger between his cheeks and just the wetness and the way his finger easily slips in almost makes Ajax lose his grip on himself like an inexperienced teenager. 

“You prepared yourself before you came to my room?” Ajax growls, his jealousy get better of him as pulling Zhongli up from the bed with a hand in his long hair, arching Zhongli’s back and bending his neck at a beautiful curve. His throat bops as he whines, struggling weakly at Ajax’s rough action, but the rest of his limbs are limp, clearly knowing what he did would drive Ajax insane. 

Something that is close anger, as well as gratification and love explodes in Ajax’s head as he growls again like an angry wolf. He leans himself down over Zhongli’s shoulder, yanking Zhongli’s hair to make him arches his back further, his neck strain before lean down at the older man’s shoulder and bite . 

“ Ajax!” Zhobgli screams, calling out Ajax’s name for the countless times tonight, choking as Ajax closes a hand around his throat, let go of his hair to push him roughly into the mattress, Ajax’s hard cock flushes against his back like a sinful reminder. 

“Daddy, wait, no, good Mommy doesn’t come to my room with his hole stretched open like a fucked out slut. How many time did you come fingering yourself open, tell me,” Ajax hisses, his voice full of jealousy as he closes his hands over Zhongli’s throat, choking him with his fingers pressing at his windpipe.

The other man gasps, his eyes water and  his hands grab into the bedsheet as he shakes and struggles, trying to find purchases while his brain stops working as it goes into overdrive at the confliction of his pleasure and his natural flight response. Zhongli grinds his hip down to the mattress, his mind blanks, hazy with the delicious pain of Ajax’s fingers digging into his skin, panting. 

That only serves to make Ajax’s mind burns even brighter, as he pull his hands off Zhongli’s throat, and instead, pushing his head into the pillow, smothering him with a hand on his nape, and his other opening the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out the small container of lube. 

He squirts the slippery liquid out onto his hand, throwing the bottle behind his shoulder, then sleeking himself up with practiced, quick strokes. He pulls his arms beneath Zhongli’s hip, as the other man whimpers in anticipation, and hauls him up so his perky ass is now in the air. Zhongli’s face smudges into the pillow, his eyes closing as he drools, panting in ecstasy and bliss at what is about to come. 

Ajax pushes two fingers into Zhongli’s entrance, his own cock twitching as the warm, velvety heat envelops his fingers like an open invitation. He adds a third finger, and just as that, Zhongli screams, his knees buckling beneath him. 

“Ah ah, you are not allowed to come yet. Mommy came into my room prepping yourself up, opening my door so that I can see you, isn't Mommy a slut for me?” 

Just the tiny tremors in Zhongli’s arms and legs make itself known how much Zhongli loves the thought of being Ajax’s Mommy.

Ajax hauls Zhongli back up, the other man’s thigh trembling from exhaustion, but Ajax already lines himself up with Zhongli’s entrance and as he bring a hand into Zhongli’s hair and yank, he pushes into that warm, wet hole, bottoming out in one, easy push. 

“AJAX!” Zhongli screams, moaning out his name like it is the only prayer he knows as he clamps down on Ajax’s cock and both of them moans out in ecstasy. 

Ajax’s fingers dig into Zhongli’s hip, hauling the man up,  for his knees shaking too badly for him to support himself properly, setting for a short, quick pace and he starts rolling his hip, slamming himself into Zhongli, reaching the deepest part of him every time. 

Ajax finds himself gripping into Zhongli’s hair, hauling the other man up on his knees, his back plush into Ajax’s chest, Ajax’s dick slamming in and out of his entrance between them. Zhobgli whines, panting, rolling his neck to the side and Ajax licks at the side of his neck in a long stroke of his tongue. 

“Did you come here wanting me to find you and fuck you like my bitch? Daddy doesn’t want to be my Daddy anymore?”

Zhongli cries, mewling out in bliss, his eyes shut tightly and he doesn’t answer but the way he clenches around Ajax makes the younger knows he has asked the right question. 

Ajax brings his free hand to grab at Zhongli’s hard cock, pumping him with quick tugs of his hands and Zhongli screams, his limbs scrambling, trying to get himself away from the stimulation. 

“Ah ah, you are a bad Daddy, you came here wanting to be breed like my bitch, so I guess you are my Mommy now, no? Xiansheng , tell me, are you my Mommy?” He breathes into Zhongli’s ear, whispering and immediately almost coming on the spot for Zhongli had clenched up around him, shaking like a leave as he sobs, his fingers digging into Ajax’s arms. 

He slows his pace, rolling his hips in slow motions, pushing info Zhongli in long, slow thrusts. And Zhongli whines, demanding for it to be faster as he pushes back into him, his small waist wiggling in Ajax’s hold. 

The younger laughs, giving Zhongli one hard snap of his hip, right on the bundles of nerves he had been deliberately ignoring, causing Zhongli to sobs and moan out in absolute bliss. 

“ Xiansheng , are you my Mommy?” Ajax snaps his hip again, gripping his fist at Zhongli’s cock to stop him from climaxing, and Zhongli cries. 

His entire body is blushing a fevering red, out of embarrassment, or it is just the heat of the moment, Ajax doesn’t know. But he grinds himself flush against Zhongli, bringing his hand at Zhongli’s hip up to his nipple and twists. 

If it wasn’t for Ajax’s tight grip on him, Zhongli already pushed over the edge and came right there. He sobs louder, clamping himself around Ajax, causing the younger to moan out at his own pleasure, feeling empty and angry and everything at once at his ruined orgasm. 

“Mommy, you don’t want to be my Mommy, xiansheng ?” 

Ajax whispers, clenching his teeth to stop himself from coming too early, feeling his patient tethering at the seams as Zhongli grinds himself back into his pelvis, but this time,shaking his head, too out of breath to actually voice his answer out loud. 

“Say it xiansheng ,” Ajax snaps his hip in quick, short thrust, angling at Zhongli’s prostate and the other man moans, opening his mouth in silent screams, drool coming out of the corner of his lips, dirting the crumbed bed sheet below.  

“I…” Zhongli sobs, whispering the word between moans and gasps, his fingers digging into Ajax’s hand on his aching cock like a lifeline. 

“Be a good baby for me, what are you?” he kisses at Zhongli’s temple, encouraging him with hard thrust at his prostate, dragging his length almost out Zhongli in an antagonistic slow pace and then slamming himself in again. 

“I’m…Ajax… please…” he sobs, blushing an even brighter red, feeling his second climax coming, and he digs his nails into Ajax’s arm, hard enough to break the skin there but not enough to bleed. Ajax only clenches his fist around Zhongli’s twitching, red member harder. 

“Say it or I won’t let you come,” Ajax growls, snapping his hip into Zhongli, feeling at most at his limit. But he wants Zhongli to admit what he is first. 

Zhongli squirms, sobbing, tears and saliva making a wet mess on his chest, but he couldn’t get enough breath between the building climax at the pit of his stomach and the delicious sensation of Ajax inside of him to do anything else but feel. 

“Baby, I am close, come on, say it, be a good baby for me xiansheng ,” Ajax gasps, chasing after his own pleasure, and he tugs on Zhongli’s flesh in his hand, feeling the other man sobs and wreck, his knees soft,his body twitching at the overstimulation as he is push over the edge again with Ajax’s hand around the base of his cock. 

“I am your Mommy!!” Zhongli screams this time, white light explodes behind his eyelids as he feels Ajax tenses behind him as he empties himself into Zhongli. Shockwaves of bliss, pleasure, white noise hit his brain like a riptide, and his mind turned empty as he came into Ajax’s hand, his mouth opened in a silent scream and his world shattered around him. 

Ajax rides out his orgasm with slow thrusts  into Zhongli’s hole, collapsing onto the bed as his and Zhongli’s knees give out, pulling the other man down with him, feeling like he just achieved the most exhilarating victory. 

His vision is still dotted with black dots and static when he hears a wrenching sob, and Zhongli’s form in his chest tremble. Alarmed, Ajax pulls out of Zhongli, his semen pour out of his hole in an obscene gust, but that only makes Zhongli sobs harder, buried his face into the mattress, his hair sticking into his skin. 

“ Xiansheng ? Xiansheng , hey, hey look at me, Zhongli,” Ajax scrambles on his feet and gathers the wrecking man into his arms, pulling his blanket over to wrap Zhongli into a cocoon.

He gives Zhongli a quick kiss on his forehead, but the other man just cries, pushing him off and he curls himself in, tears flowing down his cheeks and Ajax is left horrified. 

“Zhongli, Zhongli, Li, baby, listen, I need you to drop the domain, can you do that, please? Drop the illusion for me please,” Ajax cups Zhongli’s cheeks in between his palms, worried out of his mind as the other is still sobbing, but at least he does raise a hand out of the cocoon and the scenery around them shimmers lightly before it disappears. 

“Thank you baby,” Ajax kisses the former Archon on the forehead again, before pulling out a chilled water bottle from the mini fridge next to the bed.

He climbs back onto the mattress and hauls Zhongli up, despite the other moans and struggles to be let go, still stuck in the space between their scene and reality. 

Ajax twists the cap of the bottle open, before letting Zhongli lean back against his chest, Zhongli immediately hides in the crook of Ajax’s neck, wetting the patch of skin there with his tears. He pulls the blanket tighter around his body, shivering from head to toe.

This is…new, to say the least. Zhongli never experience drops after their scenes before, and even if Ajax understands the possibility, even prepared for it, there is still the element of surprise. He tips the bottle into Zhongli’s mouth, cooing and makes sure he drinks a good one third of the bottle before twisting the cap back on again and resume their cuddling position. 

“You did really well, I am very proud yeah?”  Ajax kisses Zhongli’s temple, rubbing their feets and hands together, and sweet Tsaritsa, Zhongli always has such cold feet. 

But the poor Archon sobs, shaking his head, seemingly resumes his thought on what made him so upset. 

“I am not good…” Zhongli cries, his tone quivers with emotions. But he does reach out his hands to catch Ajax’s ones and shove them all into his cocoon to hold between his cold fingers. 

“No, you are a good baby. You did so well, even holding up the domain so that we could have our scene, and you even dropped it when I asked you to,” Ajax  whispers into his amber hair, giving a kiss on the crown of his head.

He can’t see Zhongli’s face right now, but he thinks Zhongli is humming in contentment. 

“But… I…came…before you allowed me to…” the former Archon hesitates, wiggling his way out of the cocoon to hide himself somewhere, but Ajax is faster. He already catches Zhongli by his wrist and pulls him back into his chest and kisses him deeply on his mouth. 

By the time Zhongli feels lightheaded again and the ache and exhaustion of their scene set in, Ajax then  pulls away from the kiss, smiling warmly down at him. He has one of his arm supprt his head as he lies down on his side next to Zhongli and boops his nose. 

The former Archon only whines softly. 

“No, you did very well.It was my fault, I am sorry I forgot to let you know you can come, but you did what I asked, you did really really well baby,” Zhongli pulls a face at the pet name, now that the fog in his head has clear somewhat and he realize what the young Harbinger is calling him. 

But the reassurance and apology does something in his brain and Zhongli finds himself relaxed, his muscles and tendons finally loose after him tensing them for so long. It is okay, Ajax is still learning, he is still learning, sometimes slips up happens. 

The way he scrunched his nose up makes him look so adorable that Ajax has to boop his nose again. The former Archon turns away, showing him his back, clearly annoyed at his playful tease. But Ajax only laughs, pulling Zhongli into his chest, blankets and all, and give him another kiss on his cheek. 

“You don’t wanna be my baby then you can still be my Mommy next time then,” 

“Ajax!” Zhongli gasps, scandalous, now that they are not in a scene anymore. But he will not admit to the fact that having Ajax calling him Mommy did something that makes his blood go south a little. He slaps the hand that is creeping at his covered crotch away, and the young man behind him laughs. 

“Mommy, next time can I drink milk from your titty please?” Ajax nudges into the nape of Zhongli’s nape, before sitting up and conjuring a water bubble to clean their bodies with a rag he keeps on the other side of the bed. 

 Only if the Hydro Archon knows what their power vested on him is being used for. 

Ajax giggles at the thought, continuing to wipe down the dried sweat on Zhongli’s arms and feet, while the other man pulls the blanket over his head, surely burning with embarrassment. 

By the time Ajax is finished, Zhongli has emerged from the cocoon again, lazily making a grabby hand to ask for a kiss, now that his exhaustion has set in and he just wants to sleep for eternity. 

The Harbinger smiles, giving Zhongli a kiss on the tip of his nose, and returns to his position behind Zhongli’s back, pulling him into his chest for warmth. Zhongli scrunches his nose, and he makes a coughing sound to clear his throat before whispering: 

“Next time, I will marry your father and be your step mother, how does that sound?” 

Stunned, Ajax perks up over Zhongli’s shoulder and stares down at the blushing face of the former Archon before shower him with a storm of kisses on his face and neck: 

“Yes, wonderful, FUCK, I really, really love you,”

“Sure baby, Mommy loves you too” 

And if the next time Ajax entered the domain Zhongli pulled up for their scene and immediately having a massive nosebleed, he did that to himself, Zhongli caught him slipping.  

Because, fuck , he really, really, really, loves how this ancient Archon with a wild imagination can guess exactly what he likes.

Because Zhongli shows up, clinging onto his illusion father in a long, black dress, with a collar so low it leaves nothing for the imagination. And as he puts out a petite, gloved hand, he beams seductively at Ajax and said: 

“Hello baby, I am your new step-mother.”