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“Oh! Just you tonight Childe?”
“Nah, Zhongli’s gonna be joining me, I think he’s just late.”
“I did hear that the funeral parlour’s been real busy lately. HuTao was telling me at lunch they just got a super high class client, so there must be ton’s of nitty gritty details for that!”
Childe gave a sigh, “Which of course means she’s running him ragged, and he’s too polite to say no. Thanks, Xiangling.” He said as she led him to their usual table, crestfallen but not perturbed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been late to their dates on account of work in the past, and Zhongli had barely batted an eye; it was only fair he gave Zhongli the same courtesy. Afterall, that was what this relationship was built on: fairness and trust.
It had been almost a year now since Osial had risen from the depths of the ocean and Zhongli had handed his gnosis over. By all accounts and purposes he should have been recalled back to the homeland, but instead he was given orders to monitor Rex Lapis and make sure he didn’t make any moves to take his gnosis back, all under the guise of overseeing the Northland Bank. At the time he thought it would be an impossible task, angry and bitter at the betrayal of the funeral consultant. But, after challenging him to a fight that lasted nearly 3 hours, finally ending with him pinned beneath Zhongli’s spear, the bitterness had been sweat out of his system, and they were able to continue the friendly relationship that they had had before everything went down. Though holding that title of friends hadn’t lasted for long, as they quickly found themselves running headfirst into a mutual attraction, and finally after weeks of pining on both ends Zhongli confessed, and they’d been together ever since.
To say their relationship was built purely on fairness and trust though was a bit of a short sell, there was so much more to what they had; a need to challenge each other, a want to care for and spoil each other, and a love that ran so deep through Childe’s veins it scared him. But given the nature of their antics in bed....fairness and trust were pivotal.
The first time Zhongli had tied Childe up he’d been apprehensive; he hated the thought of being so incapacitated, even at the hands of someone he loved so much. But, he had an out if he needed it, and he needed to trust in his lover honour that should he use it. To his utter shock being bound up in ropes had had an amazing effect on him: it made his head quiet. His mind was a constant cacophony; whispers from the abyss, situational observations, how easiest to kill every person within his vicinity. But within Zhongli’s care everything became still and calm, as quiet and pristine as undisturbed snow.
It was, in a word, lovely.
“Ah, Childe. My apologies for being late. We have a new client at the parlour and they are being particularly...fastidious.”
Childe stood and moved to embrace his lover, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Well then, good thing they have someone just as fastidious serving them, right?” He said, his hand settling on Zhongli’s waist, only to still. It felt...different than normal. Actually, now that he was really looking, the ex-archon looked a little different too.
His lover had always had excellent posture, unlike Childe who would be cock hipped on a regular basis, but right now he seemed stiffer, straighter somehow, like strings had been attached to his spine and were pulling him taught. There was also his waist; Zhongli’s waist was always snatched, slim in comparison to the ample curve of his hips and ass, but now it seemed particularly tiny. Almost like the ladies in court he would see at Zapolyarny Palace in all their finery. His hand roamed along that tiny waist now and it didn’t just look different, it did indeed feel different too. He could feel the soft silk of his overcoat as normal, but underneath felt different. Normally he could feel the give of flesh but today...today Zhongli’s waist was solid as a rock.
“Zhongli-xiansheng...just what are you wearing?”
“Ah, you did notice. I wasn’t sure if you would. An atelier from Fontaine came out with a new collection of what he calls ‘corset vests’. I was intrigued and purchased one. Is it to your liking?”
A corset.
A fucking corset.
Zhongli was wearing a fucking corset.
Already he could feel saliva pooling in his mouth and a hunger burning in him. He was ravenous, but not for dinner. Unless that dinner was Zhongli himself.
He leaned in closer, placing another kiss on his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Xiansheng...you’ve outdone yourself this time.” Pressed so close to his lover he could feel the low rumbling chuckle resonate through him.
“I take it you like it then?”
“Fuck, Zhongli do you have any idea how hot that is?”
“Hmm, based on your reaction I’ll assume very.”
“Holy shit yes. If I could I would bend you over this table and fuck you here and now.”
“Ah, but then Xiangling would ban us from her restaurant. I’d be terribly disappointed to never eat her cooking again.” Suddenly Childe was pulled even closer to Zhongli, his deep timbre a whisper in his ear. “Be a good boy for me and behave yourself. When we return home you may fuck me however you wish. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
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As soon as they stepped out of their shoes when they got home Childe had Zhongli pressed up against the door, attacking him with desperate kisses, nipping at his lips and forcing his tongue into his lover's mouth, claiming his prize. His hands quickly undid the clasps of Zhongli’s overcoat, finally finally getting his hands on the corset. He pawed at it, running his hands up and down the curve of his waist. As soon as it began though it quickly ended, the ex-archons hand finding its way into the harbingers hair and pulling him off, the sting of his scalp causing him to whine.
Why was he being denied? He’d been good all night! He’d kept his hands to himself, obeyed all orders, hell he even used only chopsticks for the entire meal! He’d behaved! That meant he was supposed to get his reward!
“Zhongli….why…”
“Is fucking me in the hall like a starved animal really what you want, Childe?”
The grip remained in his hair, the pain grounding him a bit. It wasn’t often he was given free reign with his lover. Zhongli usually called the shots, and that was by design. Childe had so many other choices he had to make with his duty as Harbinger that having Zhongli take the choice away from him in the bedroom was soothing. The constant vibration of energy and violence under his skin became still. So when he did get this rare opportunity it was something to not waste. So...what did he want?
“Can...can you shift while wearing this?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“OK, nice, I wanna eat you.”
“Very well then.”
They moved to the bedroom, stealing quick kisses from each other as they went. For all the control Zhongli displayed it was obvious that he was just as affected as Childe was, pulling him close and keeping his hands on him as much as possible. The sizable bulge in his tight trousers gave him away too. In the bedroom they both stripped, Zhongli folding his clothes up nicely, Childe throwing his on the ground wherever they may lay. He could clean up later, he needed to get his mouth on Zhongli now.
Just before Zhongli moved to take off the corset vest Childe attacked him from behind, arms embracing him and his teeth nipping at the space just behind his ear. “Please, Xiansheng, leave it on.” The brunette shuddered, leaning back into him with a nod.
“As you wish.”
Leaving him with a final kiss on his neck he went to the bed, gathering up all the pillows to create a small mound for him to lay on. Vaguely out of the corner of his eyes he saw the flash of light of Zhongli’s shift into his dragon form, and Childe salivated. He turned to view his lover, taking in the full majesty of the Prime of the Adepti.
As requested he’d left on the corset and shirt, but that was all he was wearing now, tie long gone as well, the shirt unbuttoned as far as it would go, and sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His arms and legs had turned an obsidian black, with cracks of gold shining through, digits tipped with talons. From his head sprouted a crown of horns, his pupils slits and his mouth hiding rows of sharp teeth. A large, thick tail thumped against the ground, and the crowning glory of it all was the slit that lay between his thighs, half of his ridged cock peeking out.
Childe had no idea what he’d ever done to be so lucky to be in the presence of such beauty, let alone be given the privilege to pleasure it, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He lay back on the mound of pillows and beckoned for his lover to join him, making grabby hands for him. Zhongli chuckled, climbing onto the bed and over him, talons trailing up and down the Harbinger’s sides before he descended, kissing him gently, mindful of his sharp fangs. Rough play was nice, but that wasn’t the point of tonight. Childe’s hands instantly went for the corset, caressing the hard boning and reaching around and running his hands along the lacing in the back. Just the feel of the garment under his hands had him moaning, and they’d barely even started.
“Fuck….fuck Zhongli get up here. Not gonna last long.”
One last nip on his lips was left, just barely breaking skin, the barest trace of blood pooling on his lip. “I didn’t think this would affect you this much, I simply thought it was an interesting garment and enjoyed the feel.”
“You’re really oblivious sometimes…”
“Maybe we’ll have to turn the tables and see how it affects me, hmm?”
Fuck, why did that thought have him groaning?
He shifted Zhongli up, so thick thighs were caging him in, amber coloured slick trailing up his chest as the god dragged his slit up his body. His cock was almost fully unsheathed now, but that's not what Childe was interested in. Knobby and scarred fingers gripped into the meat of Zhongli’s ass, pulling him the last of the way, slick now coating his chin. He whined, kissing and nipping the inside of the thick flesh of the dragon's thigh, the smell of his cloaca intoxicating along.
“Come on baby, let me taste you.”
Taloned hands descended into his thick curls as finally, finally, Zhongli descended. Childe’s tongue was eager, not letting up for a second, and the god above him gasped and moaned as he plunged in, licking up as much of the slick as he could. His hands reached up, grasping for purchase on the corset, his fingers catching on the lacings as he went. Quickly Zhongli got into a rhythm, holding on tight and rocking his hips along the Harbinger’s face, letting his deft tongue fuck into him.
Childe was in heaven. Eating pussy was a treat normally, but Zhongli was different. As much as he liked eating out, cum was not always the tastiest thing, but the feeling and the outcome was well worth the downside. Zhongli’s amber slick though, was different, it tasted like candy. It was sweet and thick, tasting of peach and honey, and it was addictive. He wished he could bottle it, not to sell but to keep as a sweet stash for himself. The literal nectar of the gods. Who knows, maybe one day he would milk his lover dry and keep his tasty treat all for himself.
“Ah….ah Childe...so good for me, eating me so good, so perfect for me baobei, what a good boy...”
Right now though, he had a mission, and that was to drink up as much as he could right now. Not a drop was to go to waste as he licked deep, curling his tongue along the small mound of nerves inside the cloaca that made Zhongli really moan and his tail thump thump thump on the ground, sucking on his lips, drinking him all in. His hands slipped on the corset, trying to press his lover onto his face harder, wanting to suffocate on his fat cunt. His nose ran along the base of his cock as Zhongli rode his face, head nodding to meet their rhythm.
“Ajax...c-close…baby boy so close”
He groaned, the praise going straight to his cock knowing he was serving his lover so well. He tapped on Zhongli’s hip, letting him know he was close too. He could get off on just this, the praise of his lover and their delectable taste in his mouth. He stiffened his tongue, relentlessly rubbing along the gods g-spot to help him crest over the edge. Zhongli screamed, his tail giving a huge SMACK, and Childe grinned feral against his lips. Yes, that's what he wanted to hear!
The grip in his hair tightened as the dragon rode his face faster, beyond words now, gasping and moaning, head thrown back. Slowly he felt something wrap around his neglected cock and he groaned, not realizing just how hard he was until now, so focused on his lover's pleasure and not his own. The thing was both Zhongli’s hands were still gripped in his hair, so then what was-
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Zhongli was jacking him off with his tail.
He whined, eyes blowing wide as he stared up at the god in the throes of passion. His legs scrabbled for purchase on the silky sheets, finally digging his heels in and thrusting up into the tails grip, losing all composure as he fucked his tongue into the hot heat of the gods cunt and fucked himself on his tail. Claws dug into his scalp as with a final scream Zhongli came, hot liquid flooding his mouth and drenching his face, and spurting from his cock and covering his hair in his spend. That was the tipping point for Childe as he soon followed, his orgasm ripping through him as his hands found purchase at the base of Zhongli’s tail, massaging the sensitive spot until he sent him into another orgasm, more nectar flooding his mouth as he greedily drank it all down.
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They lay in bed after, having washed the sweat from their skin and the cum from Childe’s hair. His arms were wrapped around the brunette's chest, leaving gentle kisses along their neck and back as they basked in each other’s company. Zhongli’s gentle fingers ran along the ginger’s thigh, a gentle hum coming from him. The silence was pleasant, comfortable as they simply enjoyed the presence of the other.
“You know...I meant what I said earlier.”
“Hmm? What did you say earlier?”
“About fashioning you a corset.”
Childe paused in his ministrations. “Oh...right I forgot you said that.”
“You really were far gone tonight, weren’t you?”
“Haha! Like I said Xiansheng, seeing you in that corset did things to me!”
“Hmm…” Zhongli paused, gathering his thoughts, fingers still tracing patterns on Childe’s leg. “If you’d allow me, I think I’d like to see you in one.”
He sighed, nuzzling into his lover’s neck. “I dunno. Like...I do kinda remember you saying that, and liking that thought, but I was also really into everything. I’m not saying no...just not yet? Give me some time to think about it, OK?”
“Of course, my love. I wouldn’t want you to wear it without your approval.”
“Yeah, I know. Thanks, Zhongli.” He placed another kiss on his shoulder, feather light. “Love you, moi sladkiy”.
“Love you too, Ajax.”
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As Childe promised he gave Zhongli’s proposal thought: if he were to wear a corset it was to be one of Zhongl’s design, and it wouldn’t be just the corset. The Harbinger had no idea what he meant by that, but he trusted his lover. Besides, anything he truly didn’t like he could easily back out of.
The problem was he gave the proposal too much thought. The thought of wearing a garment like that plagued him day and night.
While he was seated at his desk at work he gave thought to how he would feel in it. Zhongli’s posture was good on any given day, but it was even better with that corset on. So what would it do for him then, who perpetually slouched and stood cock hipped. Would it force him to stand straight too? Would he also look more dignified?
In a meeting with the Tianquan Ningguang, the cut of her waist gave him pause. He’d always had a boxy figure, his hips flush with his shoulder, very little curve to his body. How would he look with his own waist cinched in? He’d always found the curve of a person’s shape sexy, so would he look more attractive too? Would Zhongli find him sexier?
As he watched his lover emerge nude from the bathroom, plump ass on full display, his thoughts tumbled. His ass had always been flat as a board, and as much as he liked fucking he liked getting fucked more. But no ass and a big cock meant most lovers in the past had just assumed he’d top. Would Zhongli like fucking him more in a corset? Would his ass look bigger then, more desirable?
Even out dealing with Treasure Hoarders he couldn’t stop thinking about it. As he ran his blades along their throats and blood sprayed they were left gasping for breath. He’d heard stories of ladies in court fainting from their tight corsets, their lungs not able to bring in enough air. What would it feel like to breathe? Zhongli had choked him in the past, and he loved that. Would this feel the same? Would he be left gasping like the death throes of these men, all from a few pieces of fabric and whalebone?
It felt like everywhere he looked, everything he did brought the corset to his attention. There was no escaping it, he knew his answer. And so, a week later Childe approached Zhongli.
“So...that atelier…”
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The rules were simple:
- Childe was not to speak unless spoken to.
- Childe was to only respond to Zhongli
- Childe could only answer yes or no.
This was to be of Zhongli’s design, but Childe was still allowed some input. He was going to be the one wearing it, after all, it would suck to be stuck in a garment he didn’t even like the look of. This was supposed to be good for the both of them. But Childe knew if he went in there looking for a corset for himself he’d have no idea where to start. He wasn’t exactly good at dressing himself, and didn't understand fashion really. He’d fallen into the abyss so young, and it felt like as soon as he was out he’d been drafted into the Fatui. After that his whole life had been dictated by uniforms, even when the Tsaritsa required his presence at a ball or other formal function he was there in his dress regs.
That’s where Zhongli’s rules came in: if he gave Childe simple choices then he wouldn’t become overwhelmed.
They entered the shop, and immediately he was grateful for the setup. Lining the walls were bolts and bolts of fabric, every shade imaginable and various different weights and textures. He’d have no idea where to even start, but he could trust his lover’s discerning eye to know what was best for him.
After Zhongli’s instructions to the atelier Childe was whisked away into a private room and commanded to strip to his shorts, and in quick succession multiple measurements were taken: his chest, his waist, his hip bones, his ass, the thickness of his thighs, as well as the length of his legs and various other lengths along his body. Thankfully this process wasn’t anything new to him, having been fitted many times for new fancy uniforms by the Tsaritsa’s personal tailor. He emerged from the room fully dressed to find Zhongli with various fabrics and trims laid out before him in small piles.
“Ah, Childe, please join me. Remove your gloves”
He made his way to the consultant, silent, biting the inside of his mouth to keep himself quiet as he followed orders. He was well acquainted with being silent on parade with the Fatui, but that didn’t mean not talking was easy. It just meant he knew ways to force himself to keep his mouth shut and his face impassive.
“Choose one of these for me, please.”
Two pieces of fabric were handed to him, one white and one black. The fabric felt like a stiff cotton, but he couldn’t be 100% sure. There was an interesting pattern to the fabric too, a criss crossing herringbone that caught on his nails as he ran his fingers along it. Both pieces felt exactly the same, so it was purely colour Zhongli was asking for him to select. From the feel of it he figured this fabric was to give the corset its structure and stability, so likely wouldn’t be seen. He tapped on the white fabric, not wanting to think too hard about something so trivial.
“Thank you, Childe. Now do you like this one?”
A new piece of fabric was handed to him, a piece of rich and plush deep red velvet. The fabric was soft to the touch and beautiful, the fabric giving and shifting as he ran his fingers across. The craftsmen that made the fabric really were talented. Did he like the fabric? Yes...but, he knew what this was for. The other fabrics were for structure, so this must be for beauty. He imagined wearing this fabric, his torso covered in deep red clashing with his orange hair and smattering of freckles. This decision was easy.
“No.”
“Alright, how about this one?”
A hide of black leather was given to him, soft and buttery between his fingers. His instincts said yes, but he paused for a moment. The fabric reminded him too much of his Foul Legacy form, and the whole point of this was to look pretty for Zhonglii, not monstrous. Plus, black leather was so often associated with someone in a domineering position, which is not what he wanted. He shook his head.
“No.”
“Understood, thank you Childe. Perhaps this is more to your taste?”
A piece of blue silk was placed in his hands, one that shimmered silver in the light. While he expected the silk to be smooth and silky this wasn’t. It had a rawness to it, small pills catching on his nails. He thought of himself encased in this fabric, of the feel of this around him, of the blue of the corset matching the blue of his eyes, and he nodded.
“Yes.”
“Very good, thank you. You’re doing so good so far.” The praise flooded his senses, making him flush. The atelier had to know what was going on but paid them no mind, instead pulling more bolts of blue fabric from the wall; in his line of work he probably saw this often. “Almost done, just a couple more alright?”
“Yes.”
The atelier laid out the bolts in a row, so many different shades of blue and so many different textures laid out before him. He looked at Zhongli, confused. Was this a trick? He thought the decisions were supposed to be a simple decision, he didn’t think he was going to have to choose between so many! His lover met him head on, a slight smirk on his face.
“Choose one, Childe.”
No, this was a challenge.
Right now he was overwhelmed with choice, so many colours...so he had to eliminate one of those factors, make this easier for himself. He walked to one end of the bolts, closed his eyes, and slowly ran his hand along the various fabrics, focusing on just the feeling of them. It was when he got to a buttery soft and silky satin that he stopped, running his hands along it more. He didn’t know what this was for, and that was kind of the point, but whatever it was he was going to be wearing it. This one felt good. Without even opening his eyes he tapped on it.
“Good job, Childe, you did that well.”
Finally he opened his eyes to look at his choice. The blue was deep, almost navy, and definitely not a match to the blue of the corset fabric. But he almost felt that the contrast was nice; he was happy with his choice.
“A silk charmeuse, a very nice choice sir. You have good taste.”
He opened his mouth to thank the man before biting his tongue, shutting himself before he broke his rules. He just gave the man a nod. He felt a hand on the small of his back, Zhongli leading him to another part of the shop, whispering in his ear as they went.
“You’re doing so good, baby boy. Following all my directions correctly, such a good job. Just one more, OK? Can you do that for me?”
With a shaky breath he whispered back, “Yes.”
The final choice was a lot easier, actually. Before him were various bits and bobs, some in silver and some in an antiqued gold. He’d never been particularly fond of silver, and he knew Zhongli’s affinity for gold, so he quickly tapped on that pile.
“Excellent choice. You’re done Childe, meet me outside.”
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It took a week for the order to be completed, and another week for them to finally find time to use it, but the day was here and Childe was apprehensive, but excited.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Laid along the bed was his regular uniform, but there were additions. The corset was of course there, the blue silk catching the light and embroidered with white details and topped with white lace, but there was more. The dark blue charmeuse he’d selected had been fashioned into a pair of silky panties with attached black garters topped with black bows. Silky black stockings as well had been laid out, and most curiously a piece of ocean blue ribbon.
Now he understood why Zhongli had prepped him last night by shaving his legs and his nethers.
The god approached him from behind, kissing along scars and freckles before approaching the bed. The first thing he grabbed was shockingly the small ribbon. He wasn’t even wearing anything yet! So what was he going to tie it on-
Oh.
Oh.
Zhongli took his dick in hand, stroking him to half hardness before tying the ribbon around the base of his cock.
“So I know you won’t come without my permission. Colour?”
“Green, sir.”
Next were the panties, the silky texture cupping and holding his dick nicely. This wasn’t a part of the original plan, but oh, man, did it feel nice. Next, the stockings, the sheer fabric caressing the bare skin of his legs. Was this how girls' legs felt all the time? How did they get anything done? It felt so good!
But now, the main event. The corset was placed around his torso and the gold busk clasped into place. Zhongli caressed the corset, running his fingers up and down it as he led Childe over to the wall, before placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
“Alright...then brace.”
He planted his hands on the wall and his feet on the ground, sturdy, as he braced for the first pull. All of a sudden he gasped as he felt the garment tighten, his limbs flexing as the god’s strength threatened to pull him back. With each pull breathing became harder, he had to make sure he was actively taking breaths, and he felt his posture straightening. To his shock he found himself moaning with each pull as it became tighter and tighter, feeling Zhongli’s embrace all around him in fabric. He looked down at his chest and watched as his large pecs were transformed into a pair of tits by the corset. With one final tug he was in place, the god wrapping the ties around him once, twice, before securing them in place. He was immediately brought to their full length mirror to observe, and he gasped at the picture he painted.
His chest had been lifted by the corset, creating a cleavage that spilled over the top, his nipples barely covered. While his waist wasn’t quite as snatched as Zhongli’s the change was noticeable, because for once he actually had a figure. He turned, and to his dismay the corset didn’t do his ass any favours, but he had to admit it looked cute framed in the dark blue silk, the barest trace of cheek peeking out. While breathing was certainly more difficult it wasn’t impossible, he just had to be more conscious of the fact he was.
Large hands found his waist as the brunette's chin hooked over his shoulder, observing the picture he’d created. “How do you feel? Is it too tight?”
“No, no it feels great!”
“Hmmm, I’m so glad to hear that.” Zhongli observed him for a moment in the mirror, before whispering into his ear, “My pretty girl.”
The day had barely begun and already he was as hard as glass.
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He sat in his office, stiff as a board in more ways than one. Zhongli had afterwards helped him get into his uniform (bending, he’d discovered, was very difficult in a corset), and instead of leaving it undone as Childe normally did the consultant did his uniform jacket up fully, as well as doing up his shirt almost up to his neck. As he’d entered the bank that morning several eyes had followed him, confused at the changes. Ekaterina had even asked if he was feeling ok.
“Never better! I swear!”
And he’d meant it. He’d never thought being in ladies undergarments would make him feel so good, but it just did. The corset especially had the same effect as Zhongli’s ropes did, containing him and stilling the energy that usually thrummed beneath his veins. This felt like his lover's hands were on him at all times, and with his presence on him at all times he felt calm.
He’d also been given very clear instructions: no fighting. Any debt collecting that normally required his...unique touch...were to be delayed or offloaded to one of his agents. “We wouldn’t want blood all over that brand new corset I got for you would we? I’d be terribly disappointed.”
So, stuck in the office he was.
Normally such a fate would leave him antsy and jittery, but today seemed to go by in a flash. Any time he felt the urge to go out and do his job he would shift, feel the corset encasing him, feel the ribbon around his cock and the silk panties caressing it, and he would still. Zhongli was right, it could wait for another day.
To his dismay, though, he found breathing through the day became easier. He’d been liking the strain of his breath, the challenge of completing such a simple task, but now it just felt normal. Had he just gotten used to it? Or were his insides shifting to accommodate better? Whatever the answer, he’d have to get it fixed later.
Because he wanted to get strangled.
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Later that evening found Childe slammed against the wall, Zhongli having barely held back from simply ripping his clothes off to get to the garments underneath. He was pressed up against the wall of their bedroom, ankles hooked around his lover's waist as their clothed erections rutted together, the god leaving bite marks all along his neck and shoulder.
“Who- Ah! Ahhhh! Hnnng….who’s trying to fuck me like a starved animal now?”
There was a literal growl in his ear.
“The difference between us is I am one.” He felt his dick twitch at that, “But you are right, I have bigger plans for you tonight.” He reached behind him, unhooking Childe’s ankles. “Come, let's get you out of this first.”
“Wait, get me out of it?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Don’t you...don’t you wanna fuck me while I’m in it?”
“Well, I would like to, but you’ve been in it all day, and yours is far less forgiving than mine. I’m sure you would like to come out of it now.”
Now or never. “Actually...actually I was gonna ask...if you’d do it tighter?”
“...Tighter.”
“Yeah! It’s just...it’s felt looser throughout the day, and I kinda really liked it when it was tight on me this morning. Made me feel like you were holding me.”
Zhongli groaned at that admission, and that was what Childe was looking for. While what he was saying was the truth, he knew how to play at Zhongli’s buttons to get what he wanted, and Zhongli could get possessive.
“Alright, baby boy, if that’s what you want.”
“Actually…” this admission was more embarrassing, “When you called me pretty girl earlier...I...I really liked that. I don’t know why but I just did. Can you...keep doing that? While I’m in this?”
Zhongli wrapped him in his arms, nuzzling into his orange curls and kissing his temple. “Yes of course, baobei, whatever you want.” One more kiss before he straightened, shifting into his role. “Alright, baby girl, let's get you tightened up for me.”
“Yesssss...”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir.”
“To the wall.”
Childe eagerly moved to the wall as he had this morning, hands planted on the wall, already bracing for what was to come. Zhongli took his time though, removing his outer layers and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, leaving his pretty little girl keyed up and wanting. Finally….finally he approached, cupping the Harbinger’s ass and giving it a few taps.
“Eager for me tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yessir!”
A deep rumble came from behind him before a final smack was left on his cheeks. “Then I won’t keep you waiting.” Slowly, tortuously slowly it felt, he undid the ties around the waist of the corset before undoing the ones in the back.
“Brace.”
His muscles flexed just in time as Zhongli tugged hard. The first pull had the corset settling into how it had felt that morning, and Childe moaned, high and reedy as that feeling settled around his skin again. The second pull felt tighter and he gasped, dick chubbing up as breathing became more difficult. Zhongli went to tie the corset back up, and he whined, it wasn’t enough! He could still breathe!
“More, please sir!”
“You want more?”
“Yesss...yesyesyes…”
“Hmm...as you wish.”
Another tug, and yes, this was more like it! With each pull breathing became harder, and he was left gasping, his lungs unable to take a full breath. His cock was fully erect now just from the corset, and he was sure if it wasn’t for the ribbon tied around it he could come just like this. His moans became higher, but quieter as it became harder to pull in a full breath. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the wall with each tug, clawing in desperation. It was so good! But still...he wanted-
“M-more….more….”
“Even tighter baby girl?”
He nodded, barely able to form words at this point as his vision blurred.
Another tug, this one harder than the others, and now he really truly couldn’t breathe. Drool pooled in his mouth and fell down his chin and tears welled up in his eyes as he struggled to find his next breath. Another tug and his tongue lolled from his mouth, the sides of his vision fading as he couldn’t even gasp or moan or make any sound anymore.
It felt so good! Just a little more and he would finally crest, even if it was dry…
“Childe?...Childe? Ajax colour.”
Colour….what colour….
“Fuck, Ajax...Red. Red red red….”
Why did Zhongli sound so scared? Everything was perfect...
He suddenly gasped as his lungs were filled with air, the pressure of the corset loosening quickly. No...nononono he’d been so close...
Once the corset was fully loosened and resting on his hips Zhongli pulled him close to his chest, hand resting on his chest as it heaved, body trying to flood itself with oxygen. The rush of air to his system almost made him high, and tears fell freely from his eyes as he recovered from the breathplay. Slowly he came back to himself, and as he did he whined, high and needy.
“Zhongli...I was so close…”
A kiss was placed on his temple. “I know, baobei, but I was not comfortable with what just occurred.”
“But…”
“Ajax. I’m fine with causing you pain, and I’m fine with pushing you to your limits with that. But I am not ok with pushing limits that could put your life in danger, or cause permanent damage. Please respect that.”
He gulped, still taking deep breaths. “Ok...I’m sorry…”
“I know, I know. I’m also sorry I could not provide what you wanted this time.”
“It’s Ok, I get it. Don’t wanna push you.”
“Thank you.”
“Can...can we at least finish tonight?”
“Ajax-”
“Please? I promise not to push my limits like that again OK? You can put me in the corset with what you’re comfortable with, and we can do what you want. I’m just….I feel really good, and I really want you to make me come tonight. Please?”
Zhongli nuzzled his face into his neck, a deep rumble escaping him as he took in his scent, undoubtedly smelling the need on him. “Fine.” Yes! Yesyesyes. “But...I will be punishing you for your behaviour. Is that amenable?”
“Fine with me.”
“Alright. Tell me when your breathing is normal again.”
He took a few moments, monitoring his breathing until he was positive it was steady, or as steady as it could be with how turned on he was. He’d already disappointed Zhongli once, he didn’t want to break that trust again. “OK, I’m good.” One final kiss to his neck from his lover, and he was SLAMMED into the wall, just barely catching himself from smashing his head.
“Brace.”
His words held more weight now, his voice booming in his head, the god undoubtedly letting some of his power through without shifting. He braced one final time, and in one single pull from Zhongli he was already as tight as he was this morning.
“Haaaaaaa~” He was positive that if he looked behind him he’d see the obsidian arms, telltale signs of the godlike strength truly being unleashed. Another pull and he was tighter than he had been this morning, but not so much that breathing was obstructed. “Fuuuuuuck…”
“Can you still breathe?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
The lacings were tied off, but this time were not wrapped around his waist, instead were left loose. Curious. A sharp slap was administered to his rear.
“Center of the room. Now.”
He followed orders, immediately standing in the middle of the room as instructed. Zhongli circled him like a shark, assessing him and his figure, until he stopped in front of him.
“Do you know why you are to be punished, little girl?”
Fuuuuuuck why did that affect him so?
“Because I broke your boundaries, sir.”
“Wrong. Try again.”
“Because…” he scrambled to find an answer, it was because Zhongli hadn’t been comfortable, right? “Because I tried to take over?”
“No.” Instantly he was in front of him, his jaw placed in the strong grip of the god’s hand. “It’s because you seem to have no sense of self preservation, and put yourself in danger.” Ah. Right. “I am the one that determines what is to be given to you. I know what boundaries are to be kept, since apparently you can’t be trusted to take care of yourself. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. So you understand why such a naughty little girl like you must be punished?”
“Yes, sir.”
He nodded, pulling Childe close to him, left arm hooking around his back and gripping into his curls, pressing his head to his shoulder. “Arms around me, and hold on.” Hold on? Why-
A whooshing noise was heard near his ear, steady in its rhythm, and slowly speeding up. His head was pressed into Zhongli’s shoulders to the point where he couldn’t look and see what the noise was. A crack was heard for a second, and then another, but this time two points of stinging pain bloomed on the back of his thighs.
“AH!” He screamed, clinging to the brunette, nails digging into the soft cotton of his shirt. What the hell was that? The rhythmic noise continued, until another crack was heard, more sharp points of pain on his calves. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…” Again, and again the cracks came, each time a new point of pain, never hitting the same spot twice. Quickly pain melted into pleasure, the hits being met with gasping mewls instead of screams. But still, what the hell was hitting him. A particularly loud crack and hit shifted him enough where he could peek over Zhongli, catching a glimpse of their scene in the mirror. A white blur could be seen at Zhongli’s right side, spinning around…
Oh. Fuck.
He was getting whipped by the corset ties.
“Huhhhhhn~” he let out a long and high moan at that realization, because fuck that was hot. Instead of struggling to grip onto Zhongli he melted, humping his leg as he was whipped. Fuck he was so turned on...just a little more....just a few more cracks…
Then suddenly, it stopped.
“Noooo nononono…”
“I think you’re enjoying your punishment a little too much, baby girl. Let's try something different.”
“Please...please please please…
“Please what?”
“Please let me cum…”
A loud SMACK to his ass. “Do you really think you deserve to?”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good I swear…”
“Not yet. To the bed, don’t get on it.”
He did as he was told, not wanting to break any more rules at this point. If whipping had been considered getting off easy he didn’t want to see what would happen if he pushed the boundaries more.
Or, at least not tonight.
Zhongli turned him to face the bed, arranging his arms behind him so they were flush with each other, both his hands grabbing onto his elbows. Slowly, carefully, he felt cord wrapping around his arms, binding them together. But the cord felt different than their normal rope, thinner and coarser, not as soft as the normal bamboo silk ropes. And then he realized...it was the corset ties again. He threw his head back, moaning as he was bound, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere.
He was well and truly under Zhongli’s control now.
Once his arms were fully bound he was grabbed by his curls, his body bent at a perfect 90 degree angle, his face pressed into the bed
“Stay.”
Not like he could move even if he wanted to.
He steadied his breathing, counting breaths as he heard him walk away, no doubt retrieving more devices for his punishment. What it was was driving him mad though. A crop? A paddle, maybe? But neither of those was worse than a whipping…
Upon his return Zhongli kneeled behind him, unclasping the garters from the stockings, and slowly pulled the panties down to his ankles, tapping each one to signal for him to step out. His dick sprung free, hard as a rock and red, still bound by the cute little ribbon. His thighs and ass were on full display, and were slowly massaged gently, warming up the skin. Gentle, so Childe knew he was still loved. This may be punishment, but it was still supposed to be good for both of them. A featherlight kiss was placed on the swell of each cheek before he stood, grabbing his instrument of destruction.
A few gentle taps were placed on his rear, testing him, before a loud SMACK, burning pain spreading across both thighs in a long, thin line, and he screamed at the pain. Right, now he remembered what was worse than a whipping.
A caning.
Heavy strikes were broken up by gentle taps, each strike a little harder than the last, and with every strike he would scream louder. He was a panting mess, unable to move, left to simply take it. Tears flowed freely, soaking into the sheet beneath him, as he sobbed at the pain. It was deafening, nothing but the sensation of the strip of bamboo filling his head, all other thoughts leaving him. Every sensation was the cane. All he could feel was the cane.
And Zhongli wasn’t even at full strength yet.
He knew he could safeword out at any point, but despite how much it hurt he didn’t want to. He wanted to make Zhongli happy, he wanted to be good for him, be such a good little girl for him. His screams rose higher in pitch as he was finally struck with full intensity from the god, his pleasure cresting over the pain, and his mind began to drift. Tears still flowed freely, but now he was smiling, his screams now breathy little high pitched whines and gasps.
He floated, losing himself to the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure, knowing that Zhongli would take care of him, Zhongli knew what was best for him.
“There you go, good girl, you did so good for me.”
Yes...good girl...he was Zhongli’s good girl…
Strong hands massaged his ass and thighs, and he whined, super sensitive to the gentle touch after such a rough treatment. Zhongli bent over, placing a gentle kiss to his nape, whispering in his ear, “Would you like me to fuck you now? You’ve earned it. You’ve earned the right to cum.”
A breathy little “Uh huh~” escaped him, barely able to form words as his mind floated. He registered what his lover was telling him, registered the touch, but it felt distant, like it was in a different room from where he was. Another kiss was placed on his nape before the body left him for a small moment, but almost as soon as he was gone his lover's hands were back on him, massaging his cheeks again.
He felt a slick finger circling his puckered hole, sinking into the first, then second knuckle slowly. It curled, searching, before finding the small little bundle of nerves within. He yelped, high little “Hah, hah, hah~”’s escaping him as his prostate was massaged relentlessly, loosening him up for more.
“Ok to add a second?”
“Mmhmmmm~”
A second finger slid in easily next to the first, his body and his hole so relaxed and ready to take.
“So good for me, baobei, just one more then you can have my cock, do you want that?”
He tried to say Yes please, sir but all that escaped him was a high and reedy whine, hopefully that conveyed enough.
Soon two fingers became three, and they began pistoning in and out of him easily, hitting their mark on every strike. More tears escaped him, his pleasure mounting, so close to coming, but with the tight little ribbon holding his cock he was still unable to. But still, he wanted more.
Please Zhongli, give me your cock, please...please please please...
He had no idea what actually left his lips, if even any sound even did, but it must have as he soon felt the fingers leave him, and the thick head of his lover’s cock circle his hole before it sunk in, a deep groan rumbling above him as he pushed in to the hilt.
“There you go, so good, such a good girl. Such a lovely, tight cunt.”
Yes...yes he had a perfect little cunt, it was made for Zhongli’s pleasure…
His hips snapped in and out in a brutal pace, using Childe’s pretty little hole, as it was meant for. Zhongli groaned deep as his hole milked him, hips stuttering as he lost his composure. Each hit to his prostate had Childe gasping and whining, drool mixing with the tears falling on the sheets.
“So close baby girl...so so close...come with me…”
A few more thrusts, and Zhongli stilled, spilling into him, biting at his nape…
And finally undoing the ribbon around his cock, and in a second he came, his orgasm shattering through him, screaming through pleasure so intense he blacked out.
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A while later he came to in slow pieces; first his sense of smell, something deep and herbal, then he could feel Zhongli rubbing something onto his legs, could hear him humming a slow and soft song, and finally he opened his eyes.
“Hmm...Zhongli?”
“Here, baobei.” A kiss was placed gently on his shoulder. “Just putting salve on the welts. How are you feeling?”
“Hnnnnnng….sore, like I got smacked by a Ruin Guard.”
“My apologies...I did go a bit rough…”
“Don’t apologize! I wanted it. I could have stopped it at literally any time right?” He reached behind him, feeling around till Zhongli’s sticky hand was in his. “Hey, I had fun, really. Yeah it hurt, and I hurt now, but I enjoyed it OK? You’re good.”
“Alright, I trust you.”
“Thank you.”
“Now...how did you feel about the corset?”
“Hmm...I loved it. Felt really nice. And I am sorry about pushing boundaries like that...I know what they are now so….next time I won’t push them.”
“You would like a next time?”
“Yeah, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes of course. You looked beautiful like that.”
“Alright, then let's do it more! Maybe another colour next time?”
Another kiss to his shoulder, his nape, his temple. “Whatever you desire, my love.”