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As always, the two were in Childe’s bed. It had started innocently enough, just small butterfly pecks placed craftily on Zhongli’s nose, face, hands, and chest. The former archon had chuckled quietly, clearly enjoying the attention and the small tickles. Eventually, Childe had pushed Zhongli down from his sitting position and straddled him. Just to get more leverage for kisses, he tried to convince himself.
But then, Childe realized he hadn’t seen much of Zhongli these days. The latter had been off doing his own thing, which was surely a mix of funeral parlor consultant dealings and whatever the Traveler had been up to recently. And as for Childe himself, he had had errands to do, commands sent straight from the Tsaritsa herself. They had been simple enough, only getting his gloves slightly bloody, but they had taken quite some time. All of this combined made Childe realize he hadn’t had alone time with his lover for an entire month.
But now, they were alone, in a mostly soundproof bedroom above the Northland Bank in Liyue Harbor. Realizing this sent a flash of heat straight to Childe’s groin, and he started to deepen his kisses.
After a while, Childe was passionately making out with Zhongli’s chest, and the latter was flushed and panting slightly. The Harbinger grinned, as he loved seeing his lover reduced to nothing more than a blushing mess. Suddenly, Childe rose from his position atop Zhongli, who looked at him with a question in his eyes.
“Just…a bit warm in here is all,” the Schneznayan whispered as he removed his shirt. “As you were, xiansheng.”
But instead, Zhongli rose into a sitting position, and took his lover’s face into both hands. The former lord of Geo smiled, a knowing look in his eyes. The look that, as much as he wouldn't admit it, meant that Zhongli too had felt the month long break. He drew his face nearer, until both men’s lips were just a breath away from each other.
“How I have missed you, my dearest Ajax,” Zhongli murmured. At that, Childe’s eyes grew ravenous. He trusted only a special few to even know his given name, and Zhongli especially liked to use it in the bedroom. He claimed it was easier, as the name was shorter and had fewer syllables, but Childe knew his xiansheng secretly loved the name, and would use it freely if Childe allowed him too.
Zhongli also knew, however, that using the name Ajax in situations like these would turn Childe on, an almost Pavlovian response. And it did just that, with Childe pushing Zhongli down on the bed almost harshly and straddling the taller man again.
They were making out by now, tongues slipping in and out of mouths with a practiced familiarity. Both men were panting slightly, neither wanting to take much time in between kisses to breathe. Running their hands along and across the other’s chest and back, they seemed as if they could never get enough of each other.
Childe was the one to break the kiss, moving his lips from Zhongli’s mouth to travel down his neck. While he did this, he noted with dismay another disadvantage of their long break: the marks that he liked to leave on Zhongli’s neck and chest had long since faded. Something that needs changing, he thought to himself, smiling internally.
Using one of his hands, Childe grabbed both of Zhongli’s wrists and held them above his head, so the taller man wouldn't move. Zhongli made a little noise of surprise, which quickly turned into a gasp as Childe started sucking on his neck. The Harbinger used both his teeth and tongue to bring blood to the surface of the skin, and when the mark looked dark enough, he pulled away and moved further down. As Childe continued his assault on Zhongli’s chest, he moved ever closer to his nipples, which were surprisingly sensitive.
Normally Childe would use his fingers on both hands to tweak Zhongli’s nipples equally and at the same time, but as one of his hands was currently preoccupied, he decided to do something new. His mouth paused just above the left nipple, his eyes flicking upwards to gauge Zhongli’s current feelings.
His head was thrown backwards on the pillow, eyes mostly closed and mouth open. Small gasps and pants were heard, especially when Childe sucked or bit down particularly hard. His long hair, normally smooth and tied back behind him, was untied, frazzled, and somewhat spread out on the bed. The former archon seemed blissful, perfectly ready to take whatever Childe would give him. Beautiful, he thought, and allowed himself a small smile before continuing.
Childe’s teeth closed down on Zhongli’s nipple and tugged, the small bud hardening under his ministrations. The bites were heavenly to Zhongli, according to his blissed moans.
This wasn't enough for the harbinger, who urgently needed Zhongli’s pale clear skin to be covered with marks. He moved from his lover’s nipple back up to his lower neck, right where the neck met the shoulder. He nipped and sucked in the area, bringing blood to the skin and leaving a nice sized hickey there.
Childe moved back and admired his handiwork for a second, before dipping back down and sucking another hickey into Zhongli’s upper chest. It was like he was addicted to biting and leaving marks in the former archon’s skin.