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One hand propping against the table, Zhongli glanced down at the kneeling figure in front of him, as the figure’s head bobbed back and forth, his cock enveloped in the tight heat of Childe’s mouth- the Harbinger’s hands massaging the rest of his shaft delightfully.
His shirt is already unbuttoned, revealing the rippling muscles of his bare torso underneath- his tanned skin came in contrast with Childe’s pale one, as the latter reached up a hand to caress his abs, feeling the ridges under the fingertips.
Hand steady, Zhongli reached for his neglected cup of tea- the steam barely visible as it has been a few minutes ago since they began- or in this case, Childe started it. As calm as possible, he brought the ceramic cup to his lips, taking a sip of the liquid inside with his eyes closed.
The room was quiet, except for the soft groans and moans, along with the noises escaping from Childe as the Harbinger pleased the Prime Adeptus. He ignored the slight breeze ghosting over his exposed skin, pants already thrown onto the floor along with his gloves. His cerulean eyes glanced up, meeting Zhongli’s amber-gold ones as he continued to stimulate the long, thick length with his mouth and hand.
He took a long, hard suck on the cock before releasing it from his mouth with a loud pop, giving a small kiss on the tip as he grinned up at Zhongli, who had smiled back as the thud of the cup being placed on the table reached his ears.
Childe rose to eye-level with Zhongli, watching as the older man’s hands pushed his shirt open and grabbed him by the waist. The Harbinger placed a hand on Zhongli’s shoulder, back arched as he moaned loudly when the latter leaned down with lips closing around his nipple. The former Archon’s mouth was merciless on his sensitive bud, sucking, licking and biting on it while massaging his waist.
He went along as Zhongli lifted him to sit on the table, propping his back to stay arched while still sucking on his nipple- the other hand reached to fondle his other bud. Childe didn’t even realize that Zhongli had taken off the gloves, providing a skin-to-skin contact as the man fondled him.
Zhongli considered it to be a priceless knowledge, upon finding out on accident about how sensitive Childe was when it comes to his nipples.
During one of their trysts which had taken place in Guyun, Zhongli had acted on a whim, leaning down and closing his mouth over Childe’s nipple as the latter rode him while he was seated against the Petrified Tree. For all the times they spent together, he had never seen Childe so aroused and sensitive, moaning like a harlot while grabbing the back of his head and begging him to suck harder.
Ever since then, Zhongli had made a mental note to play with his newest toy as often as he could. He may never admit it to anyone, but there’s something illogical in him that wondered if Childe could lactate as a mother would, and he’d spent a good hour with that fantasy as he grasped on his cock while he was bathing.
With the image of him fucking into that tight heat while seeing droplets of white seeping out of Childe’s nipples, he came hard- white mixing into the clearness of warm water in his bath.
“Zhongli, do it. I need your cock inside me.” Childe whispered in his ear, trying to move away from his mouth. The Consultant gave one last lick on the sensitive bud before crashing his lips against Childe’s, tongue twisting against each other as he positioned Childe’s legs to spread for him. Much to his surprise, Childe pushed him away and hopped off of the table, hiking up the shirt and bending over the surface.
The Harbinger is presenting himself to be taken, and Zhongli couldn’t help but to lick his lips at the sight. Months and months later, never once the sex became dull, even when things turned vanilla.
Grabbing both of the small, yet plump flesh before him, Zhongli spread Childe’s ass and soon was greeted by the pink-colored softness where he would seek pleasure in. He drove a thumb to caress the rim, silently musing on how tight Childe still feels even after all the unspeakable things he had done to the Harbinger.
Zhongli’s lips parted, the tip of his tongue darted out- just not the human tongue he usually showed to everyone. It was a part of his true form, the long appendage of a serpentine that he knew Childe had grown to love ever since his identity was revealed.
The former Archon began to lean down, tentatively swiping his tongue over the rim, which earned a gasp from the man in his grip. He saw the Harbinger looking back at him, one shoulder exposed as the shirt slid down to the toned arms of his partner.
“Zhongli, wha- oh.”
Childe bit his lip, seeing the infamous tongue of the dragon darting past Zhongli’s lips, only inches away from his hips. A small smirk graced his face, as he shifted his position slightly, back arching with ass jutted out towards the man behind him.
“I was thinking of getting fucked by a cock, but if you want to do it...well…”
Well it’s definitely not a problem to him, as Zhongli had made him cum just by that sinful tongue before.
Just as he had expected, Zhongli had kneeled behind him, hands spreading his cheeks as the long, muscly appendage made its way inside him- teasing the rim for a second before slipping past the right ring. Childe tilted his head back slightly and moaned at the intrusion, inwardly cursing on how his body had long gotten used to being penetrated with anything that came from Zhongli.
He could feel the skillful organ moving inside him, caressing the inner muscles while stimulating him- Childe had to bite his lip once again as he felt himself begin to get wetter and the tongue starting to go deeper and deeper until the forked end coming in contact with his prostate, grazing and teasing the bundle of nerves over and over again.
Blue eyes, darkened with arousal, rolled to the back of his head before fluttering close. His lips parted with gasp escaping them.
If Zhongli’s cock was able to bruise him, abusing his hole to one’s wish, the Prime Adeptus’ tongue never failed to drive him crazy.
Childe had bucked his hips against Zhongli’s head, shuddering as he felt the man’s hands caressing his slim waist and thigh. Breathless moans slipped out of his lips as Zhongli tongue-fucked him, slathering his insides with a dragon’s saliva- so much that some of it had begun to leak out of his hole, dripping down his thighs.
The Harbinger can only imagine if he was able to self-lubricate, he wouldn’t be able to guess how much slick he can produce because of Zhongli’s touches. Who would have thought sex with a literal God could bring the lecherous side of Tartaglia, the Eleventh Harbinger.
Even more when Childe recalled on how much the age gap between them- he also wouldn’t have thought that having sex with a much older person could turn him on, but then again, maybe it’s just because the person was Zhongli.
He sometimes needs to remind himself that Morax is a centuries-old god, who was currently pleasuring him- a literal god who fought countless wars and slayed thousands of enemies. Dare he say Childe is getting drunk from how powerful he is feeling right now. The realization hits on how he, a mere mortal with a fucked-up history, was able to make a god kneel before him, to make someone as powerful as Zhongli to succumb into sexual desire because of him.
Zhongli is almost always hungry for sex, always ready for action whenever time and place presented before them. The man could pose a dignified look by day, and turned into a sex beast at night with the mundane life stayed unaffected.
Childe began to feel it- the tell tale of his orgasm nearing as the tongue mercilessly thrusting and grinding against his sensitive spot.
Reaching out his hand towards Zhongli’s head, he accidentally brushed the man’s hair back, revealing the smooth forehead underneath- Childe unconsciously clenched at the sight.
Being Zhongli’s sex partner has its own perks, one being able to witness any kind of appearance the older man might have shown during intimate moments. And one of Childe’s favorite looks is when Zhongli’s hair was brushed back- just like this. The man looks even more desirable, incredibly attractive.
“I don’t want to cum on your tongue.” Childe said, finally finding words after Zhongli withdrew from him- his breath hitched, heart skipped a beat when he watched the tongue swiping the excessive slick from the man’s lips before rolling back into the latter’s mouth.
“Alright.” Zhongli murmured, hand swiftly reaching to wrap around the massive, hardened organ he called ‘a cock’.
As Childe turned back to his previous position, he felt the warmth of Zhongli’s front side against his back, lips descending upon his neck with tiny kisses as the tip of the Adeptus’ cock rubbed against the puffy rim. Soon, inch by inch of the shaft was fed inside him- Childe moaned at the contact, as his inside was already sensitive from previous encounters and Zhongli’s little tongue-fucking earlier. The man didn’t stop until bottoming out inside him, and Childe had to prop himself on his elbow so he didn't completely fall onto the table.
The sounds of skin hitting each other echoed through the private chamber of Zhongli’s abode- the man eventually gave up on living in a modest-sized apartment within the city and took up a residence by the secluded mountains as his adeptus’ abode- solely because he’d grown possessive over not wanting anyone to hear how Childe fall apart under his touches.
Hands gripping on Childe’s waist as he continued to ram his cock inside his beautiful little Harbinger in almost-bruising pace, enjoying how the redhead has now no longer holding back on screaming and moaning his name, the table shook under their movements and Zhongli couldn’t care less if the tea set ended up crashing against the floor, for all he cares about now is to breed his lover.
So tight, wet and hot. He’s addicted to this pleasurable little cunt and Zhongli swore he could do this for days, if only wasn’t for Childe’s stamina that barely could keep up with him.
Childe, whose legs were slightly hanging off of the table, curled up his toes as he felt the familiar knot in his stomach, his own cock leaking precum as his prostate was being abused over and over again. Drool had seeped out of the corner of his lips, fingers weakly gripping the edge of the table as Zhongli continued to fuck him.
His moans grew louder and louder as he called out Zhongli’s name, eventually letting his head drop onto the table as he came- cock spurting drops of cum onto the floor, his legs trembling. The sinful sounds that left his mouth was mixed with whimpers and sobbing, as Zhongli continue to fuck him even as he came.
Childe couldn’t bring himself to ask Zhongli to slow down- he just can’t even if he wanted to. And like a good little sex doll he is, he let the Adeptus ruin his mortal vessel, driving him into overstimulation as he sobbed in pleasure- he could feel the slight sting as his nipples grazed against the wooden material yet it only added fuel to his pleasure.
His cries of pleasure filled the room, as Zhongli continued to fuck him as the Adeptus wants and Childe didn’t even bother to use his head to remember how much time has passed. He could only remember how he ended up squirting due to the prolonged pleasure, with Zhongli’s bruising grip on his waist.
Childe had felt Zhongli slipping an arm over his chest, guiding him to rise slightly and turned his head towards his shoulder, for he was soon greeted with a hungry kiss of the God of War. He moaned into Zhongli’s mouth, feeling the familiar tongue- the long appendage slipping into his mouth, urging his own tongue for a little playtime. The Harbinger paid no attention on how their mouths were connected by a string of saliva, or how he was drooling and crying due to being stimulated in different places on his body.
Their lips eventually met in another kiss, at the same time as Zhongli thrusted deep inside him for the last time- spurts of hot cum starting to fill up the Harbinger, which prompted Childe to moan into the older man’s mouth.
By the time he was done with Childe, withdrawing his cock slowly, he could see the gaping hole from hours of being stretched to accommodate him, which soon followed by flowing cum that drips out of Childe’s cunt onto the floor, some of them have trailed down the Harbinger’s thighs.
Childe was barely conscious when Zhongli took him towards the bed chamber, cleaning him from the mess between his legs and undressed him completely before draping the silk sheets over the sleeping Harbinger.
After making sure his lover is safe and sound, Zhongli headed back to the bathroom, preparing a warm bath for himself before settling down in the massive tub, groaning softly as he felt his sore muscles being soothed by the water.
His golden eyes glazed towards the window, gazing upon the setting sun and Guyun Stone Forest in the distance- only briefly before they were closed. His arms soon began to darken in color, as tattoos in the form of runes emerged on his arms.
Zhongli stared at his hands, mind reeling back to the memories of exactly two weeks ago, where he had stood in front of the Cryo Archon herself- the Tsaritsa.
“And how are you going to do it? Tartaglia is still one of my children, Morax.” a small smile graced upon his lips, golden eyes brightened slightly as he stared at the female Archon.
“Rest assured, it will be the best for everyone. You will have one of the most powerful Harbingers under your reign, he will never have to fear anything else, and I will be taking my fated mate without mortality looming over him.”
Tsaritsa leaned against the armrest of her throne, leg crossing over another.
“Very well. As God of Contracts once said, everything is set on stone.”