Childe and Zhongli get frisky in a corner of the Harbor, much to the annoyance of a resident Yaksha.

CW: Smut

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So, maybe it is not the best place to do this, but let it be known—Zhongli's stone-hardened resolve often crumbles the moment that Childe opens his mouth.

Especially when it's to wrap tightly around Zhongli's cock, plush lips sucking him dry.

They're in the Harbor down at the docks. Childe is a horny bastard at the worst of times and he pulled Zhongli behind a large stack of tarp-covered supplies. At first, Zhongli was confused. And then Childe dropped to his knees and pawed at his trousers, and Zhongli wasn't so confused anymore.

Zhongli's hand cradles the back of his head, leather-clad fingers pulling at Childe's hair. Childe works his cock with soft, breathy moans—the kind that might get them caught if he doesn't shut up. "Quiet," he says, but it dissolves into a hiss when Childe's tongue slides along the underside of his dick. Childe's hand squeezes the part that his mouth doesn't quite reach, his fingers wet and slick in drool as he pumps Zhongli's length.

He is so easy when it comes down to it. Zhongli cannot resist the whims of this man, no matter how hard he tries. Childe works him so well and knows all of his weaknesses. How he loves the tip of his cock tongued at; the way that Childe grips him tightly at the base; how Childe nuzzles the side of Zhongli's length with his soft cheek, looking back up at him with hazy and lustful eyes.

And to think, this man is a Harbinger, a devout military man who walked through the Abyss and lived.

More like a harbinger of far too quick orgasms, perhaps, thinks Zhongli, the errant thought taking the edge off his mounting pleasure. He's too fucking old to be undone so quickly. And yet.

Childe hums around his cock, the vibrations of his throat just too good. Zhongli groans, trying his best to not call out. Tries his best to keep them hidden in this dark corner, but the Moonchase festival is in full swing and there are people everywhere.

Zhongli is absolutely certain that Childe dragged him to this corner with the express purpose of publicly laying his claim. And he cannot fault him for Zhongli does the same. A hand on the small of his back as they walk through town. The tendency to press soft kisses to Childe's temple and cheeks when people are looking.

But he has some common, fucking decency.

Or maybe not, considering he didn't do a damn thing to stop Childe.

And Childe knows he won't. He watches Zhongli as he sucks him down, eyes wide with amusement. He moans just a little too loud and squeezes him just a little too tight. His mouth looks obscene with how wide it's stretched and how easily Childe takes his cock.

Zhongli loves this man more and more every day. He smooths his thumb across the high arch of Childe's cheekbone, tracing it. And then his grip shifts, grasping Childe by the back of his head, just at the base of his neck. Zhongli sinks his cock in deeper and Childe eagerly accepts it, drooling and gagging.

"So good," murmurs Zhongli quietly. "You take me so well. Ajax—"

"LET'S TAKE TURNS SHOUTING HIS NAME!"

Zhongli nearly rips Childe's hair from his head at the sound of Paimon's shrill voice. Strangers, he can potentially overlook, but friends—

Even Childe pauses, pulling off his cock, favoring it with a hand instead. "Ow," he hisses, batting Zhongli's hand away from his hair. And fuck, Childe looks so sinful, with the way that his lips are swollen and cheeks flushed pink. So far they've been lucky.

"Ajax," says Zhongli in a low murmur.

"Shh." Childe presses a kiss to the tip of his cock, his tongue snaking out to lap at the precome that drips from the tip. "They aren't very far away."

Childe smirks slightly as he pulls Zhongli's cock back into his mouth, and Zhongli's entire resolve just crumbles away like a too-weathered mountain. His mouth is wet and hot. His tongue slides across the thick vein that runs down the side. His fingers squeeze and grab, jerking the rest of Zhongli's dick.

"Ajax—"

"Xiaooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Zhongli's head tosses back, hitting the tarped supplies hard. Paimon's incessant yelling is bad enough, but to call Xiao, of all people—

"So let me get this straight." And that's Xiangling, her voice only thirty paces away. "Some guy with special powers promised you that you just need to shout his name, and he'll show up?"

"For fuck's sake." Childe breathes the words against his length, pressing kiss after kiss along it until he reaches Zhongli's groin. "Are they still going on?"

"Just one of us," says Paimon, clearly distraught.

"He promised it to me," says Lumine, her voice clipped with clear smugness. Were Zhongli of a better mind, that tidbit would be mildly interesting, but as it stands he is decidedly not.

"Sounds like a recipe for disaster," muses Childe, biting at the base of Zhongli's cock, sucking a mark into the pale skin there. He jerks the tip with his hand, the friction delicious against Childe's calloused palm, and Zhongli can't help but sigh at the touch.

"Xiao isn't disastrous," he says.

"I meant for us." Childe doesn't look one bit guilty as he grins mischievously back at him.

"You should be the one to try it then," says Xiangling cheerfully. Zhongli already feels dread in his gut because when Xiao makes a promise, Xiao keeps it.

"Ten thousand Mora that he doesn't," says Childe from below.

Zhongli risks a glance, his breath halting at the sight of his cock resting against Childe's cheek. It looks so large in comparison with the rest of his slim face. Zhongli wants to fuck right back into the wet heat of his mouth. Instead, he asks, "Pardon?"

"I'm betting you that Xiao doesn't show up."

"Ajax, I'm not—Oh—" Childe is working him again, hand slick as it slides over his length. "Xiao keeps his promises. It isn't a bet worth it."

"Hm, unfortunate then. If he came, wouldn't he know we were here?"

Xiao will definitely know what they're up to the moment he arrives, wholly in tune with the energies of the world. And while it took him a bit to realize that Morax wasn't actually dead, there isn't a chance that he won't immediately recognize the hum of Geo that Zhongli can barely contain when they get frisky like this.

It's an ever-worsening problem. And really, Zhongli should feel dread at the thought of it, but his cock twitches instead at the thought of being caught.

"Oh," breathes Childe, warm against his cock, "you like the idea of that."

"Ajax," murmurs Zhongli, a plea that borders on a little bit too loud. He hates that he loves the smirk that's spread wide across Childe's face. "Please."

"Xiao, are you there?"

The arrival of an adeptus isn't something that most mortals can fathom. Someone like Childe, who's walked deep into the Abyss and lived to tale might instinctually feel the power, but the subtle changes in pressure go mostly unknown.

Zhongli, however, is hyperaware. The air around them intensifies, swirling around until—

"You called?"

Childe freezes. And then he whispers, "Wow, that was fast."

There are exclamations of confusion. Zhongli's chest tightens, not in fear, but rather, excitement. Childe has pulled back, regarding his cock like it is a treat. And then with a glint in those usually dull eyes, he leans forward and swallows him right back down.

"You spoke my name, did you not?" asks Xiao, almost dismissively. "When I make you—"

Zhongli barely cuts off his moan, a low and deep rumble in his chest.

Xiao pauses in his sentence.

And then he looks down. While Childe and Zhongli are mostly hidden from prying eyes below, Xiao has a perfect view of them from his perch up above as he stands on the railing. His eyes widen and his mouth gapes.

Zhongli pulls at Childe's face and presses deep into his throat. And Childe takes it, moaning around him, loud enough that someone definitely heard.

"Xiao?" asks Paimon.

"Er—"

Childe sinks down on Zhongli's cock the entire way, his nose nestled into the coarse hair at the base of his dick. And Zhongli preens, smoothing his thumbs across his cheekbones, praising him so well. Tears leak at the corner of Childe's eyes as he chokes around him, a soft and pitiful sound rising from his throat.

He's hard in his trousers, his cock tented. Zhongli shifts his stance to press his boot against his erection, teasing him. Childe croaks a broken moan around him, loud enough for Zhongli to yank at his hair.

"Quiet," he hisses. "It's bad enough that Xiao has noticed."

And oh, that does something to Childe. He whines at the thought, his cock twitching in his trousers. His hands find Zhongli's thighs, digging into the meat of the muscle there. Suddenly, he moves, bobbing along his length, taking it deep enough that Zhongli hits the back of his throat.

Xiao stares, unable to look away.

Zhongli meets his gaze, partially embarrassed. But mostly turned on. He can feel the flushed heat of his gaze. He watches as Xiao rakes a glance across the entirety of them.

"When I make you a promise, I will honor it," says Xiao finally, finishing his thought, his eyes narrowly slit.

Zhongli fucks into Childe's mouth, swift and short thrusts with a clear purpose—the sooner this is over, the sooner he can actually plan his funeral. He'll never be able to look Xiao in the eye again.

But, for the moment, he finds that he doesn't care, lost entirely to the heat of his lust. Childe grasps at him wantonly, keening every time that he slides deep into his mouth. Zhongli's boot is a solid weight against his dick, and Childe ruts against it, his hips rolling against him in feverish desperation.

Xiangling asks a question that none of them hear. She has to repeat it before Xiao blinks and processes. "A customer," he says quietly, through pink and parted lips. He licks at them. "That includes me?"

"Look at you," whispers Zhongli, watching Childe whimper around his cock. Zhongli smooths a thumb across the swell of his lips where they're stretched wide around his length. The pressure of his boot against Childe's cock digs in just a little heavier.

And then Zhongli tugs his face slightly to the side, towards Xiao's direction, a gentle coaxing. Childe's gaze follows and he moans when he locks eyes with the adeptus.

"Xiao?"

"I'm—"

"Show him," urges Zhongli. He's stopped fucking into his mouth, just resting his cock there instead. He brushes away the tears that leak at the corners of Childe's eyes. "Show him how good you are for me. Show him how you come."

Zhongli has no idea where the dirty, licentious words come from. He isn't like this, so depraved in his wants and needs, but the opportunity is prime, and Xiao's intent gaze upon them only fuels the pleasure that churns in his gut.

And he knows that it must be the same for Childe too, a man so desperate and horny that he couldn't even wait until they got home to suck him off. Childe ruts against Zhongli's boot, his hard cock pressing insistently against the sole of it.

Zhongli wishes there was more time and privacy. He wishes that Childe could be quieter without a dick in his mouth because he'd rather fuck an orgasm into him the good and proper way. Zhongli can see it, Childe pressed against a cold wall in a dark alley of the Harbor, trousers pulled down and ass on display.

He'd spread his asscheeks wide and admire his fluttering hole, and then Zhongli would sink deep inside and fuck him within an inch of his life. Not their usual, slow-going, love-making. No, it'd be more like their occasional fight-then-fucks, Childe high on the end of a battle.

Xiangling chirps about the Moonchase Festival and her contest. Paimon shrieks whatever discontent she finds. Xiao answers with a noncommittal grunt, his piercing gaze still honed directly on the two of them.

"Show him," says Zhongli again, his voice soft and encouraging. "Baobei, show him how beautiful you are."

Oh, Childe does. He comes in his pants with a pitiful moan around Zhongli's cock. His eyes slip closed as he rides the wave of it, and Zhongli knows that he won't be much further.

"Ajax," he hisses. "Ajax." And then he's coming too, right into Childe's mouth. Childe swallows it down, scrambling between his thighs, pulling at the silk of Zhongli's clothing. So dutiful in the way that he takes care of him, slipping off his cock, showing off the spend that's collected on his tongue before he gobbles that up too.

What a sight to behold, thinks Zhongli, as he cups Childe's cheek lovingly.

"I—a distraction," says Xiao finally.

And like that, the spell is broken. Zhongli is embarrassed, so embarrassed, as he hastily moves to right himself. Childe pulls himself back together too, standing up too fast, wincing at the shock to his knees. Bruises, for certain. Zhongli will nurse them later, pressing kisses to the marks and working a salve into his skin.

"What kind of distraction?"

Xiao doesn't immediately respond. Zhongli and Childe slip out of their hidden corner once they deem themselves halfway presentable.

"Oh, Mr. Zhongli!" Xiangling is as chipper as ever, waving enthusiastically in her spot. "And Childe as well." She grins widely.

"Hey," greets Childe, his voice hoarse and scratchy.

Xiao is red-faced and makes an immediate excuse to leave. Says he'll meet them at Wanmin restaurant and then he's gone in a swirl of raging Anemo.

"Weird," says Paimon as she hovers about. "I mean, he's always weird, but..."

Lumine knows. And Zhongli knows that she knows the moment her eyes wash over the two of them. A narrowed gaze lingers on Childe's mussed hair. And then his swollen lips. And then the strategically placed scarf that he holds over the front of his trousers.

And then she smirks.

They part with little affair, blessedly. Zhongli, for the first time in over a century, thanks Celestia for no further disruptions. It isn't until they're back in their apartment, the door snapping shut behind them, that Childe makes his next move.

He boxes Zhongli against the door and drags a hand down his front. "So, that was—"

"Entirely your fault," finishes Zhongli.

Childe chuckles. "Yes." A pause. "You didn't complain one bit."

No, he enthusiastically participated, encouraged it even, much to his supreme mortification. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, but Zhongli would also do it again and again, which perhaps says more to his character than he'd care to admit.

Childe tugs on Zhongli's tie, loosening it. "Come on, let's fuck with the windows open."

"Ajax," says Zhongli, mildly weary of this newly found kink. And to call it fucking—how crude. But he doesn't stop Childe from tugging him into the bedroom. And there are no protests when Childe flings open the wide shutters, giving their neighbors a perfect view from just the right angle.

If they were to look.

Zhongli cracks a grin. Perhaps just this once.