Eat Him Up
Childe's idea of relaxation is riding Zhongli until he cries.
CW: Smut
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It starts with a look.
The Serenitea Pot is nearly as old and ancient as Zhongli himself, and he'd proposed a few days of vacation within its quiet and peaceful confines.
"You're tense," he said to Childe, leaning close and whispering near his ear. "We deserve a little time to ourselves."
That's all it took for Childe to file a short leave of absence, Ekaterina throwing him a bemused look as she placed the paperwork into a barely used file. Turns out that nearly wrecking a city is the easy part. It's the pick-up that's more difficult—not that Childe is much involved. He spends most of his time conveniently dodging the Tianquan instead, or beating up malcontents when he isn't doing paperwork.
Lazy, he thinks. He's become lazy. Complacent, even, with the way that he's been allowed to parade Zhongli around on his arm. How lucky Childe is to have captured the heart of an Archon. Even luckier to see him like this, relaxed and serene as he tucks himself away into his quiet abode.
And so, a look.
Zhongli sits at a low tea table, fingers curled around a glass cup which he sips from. He wears a robe, instead of his usual stifling suit, his chest on display. His hair is unbound and loose, hanging over one shoulder. He watches the clouds in the yellow sky, sighing softly on the open-air porch.
Childe can see the marks he's left behind, love bites that litter the nape of his neck and collarbone, before disappearing into the soft folds of the silk. His mouth goes dry, unable to look away. Zhongli looks like more than a snack, he's an entire damn platter.
And it doesn't matter that he's already sore and satisfied from the night before, Childe wants—oh, how he wants. Always does and always will. He'll never have his fill, not with Zhongli and how effortlessly gorgeous he is even when doing nothing.
Childe sits next to him, resting an elbow on the table, staring unabashedly.
"Baobei," says Zhongli in that beloved, low murmur. A title, just for him, in their intimate space. Zhongli likes to whisper it against his ear in public on occasion but it's usually reserved for moments like this, spent only in the company of each other.
"Hey." Childe has this dopey smile that's reserved for Zhongli alone. "Pour one for me?"
Zhongli does just that, chuckling softly as he pulls back his sleeve to reveal a finely boned wrist. His fingers curl around the handle and tea splashes into a second cup. Childe swallows thickly at the sight. It shouldn't, but fuck, it turns him on. He squirms slightly in place, covering his half-hard dick covertly.
"Dragonglass," he says, showing the cup to Childe. Zhongli doesn't seem to notice. "A mostly lost art form. Some dragons breathe fire hot enough to melt sand and form it into exquisite pieces, such as this." Zhongli smiles at him, genuine and wide. "Would you like to hear more?"
"Please," says Childe immediately. Always, he thinks. Childe loves the way he drones on in that dulcet voice of his. It haunts his dreams, especially on those missions away from home where his hand tugs at his cock, and all he can think about is Zhongli muttering about things old and archaic.
"I do not have such abilities, of course, but I knew others once upon a time. Always a fascinating thing, watching them work their wonders with fire. I..."
Childe's cock twitches underneath his robe. He aches, more than just his hardness; it's a visceral thing, how much he wants Zhongli. At any and all times.
Especially when he's prattling off useless trivia.
It continues with a touch. Childe can't help but reach out, fingers itching to smooth along the broad expanse of Zhongli's shoulders. Zhongli pauses, his head cocked to the side as he still holds his cup aloft to point out its subtle detailing.
"Ajax?"
Childe takes the cup and places it gingerly onto the table. Then, he reaches out, taking Zhongli's hands into his, and tugs him up. Zhongli stands effortlessly—if confused—but follows Childe to where the couch is, settling into the cushions at his behest.
Then he makes a soft sound when Childe straddles his hips, hands immediately finding his waist. "Ajax," he says, his brow creasing in amusement.
"Can you blame me?" Childe laughs against him, nuzzling Zhongli's neck with his nose. "It takes nothing, you know. All you have to do is speak and I'm done for. Not to mention how you look this morning. Effortless and put together. Delicate, like a reed, but still so powerful."
Childe then nips the soft skin at the juncture of Zhongli's neck, pressing their hips together, making his aching need painfully obvious.
Zhongli's hands tighten against him, nails digging in with a bruising hold. "Ajax." A pause. "It's morning."
"A lazy one, yes."
"Last night—"
"Was wonderful," cuts in Childe. "But that was last night and this is now." He pulls Zhongli's wrist to his mouth and kisses the bone there, the one that teased him earlier from under soft silk.
"We came here to relax."
Childe's idea of relaxing is clearly different than Zhongli's, but the man is older and a little dim at times. He sees things in muted shades of sepia rather than the bigger picture. But, despite his words, Zhongli isn't unaffected. His cock twitches against the inside of Childe's thigh, rousing with interest.
Victory.
"Let me take care of you," he says, leaning back slightly to run his fingers through Zhongli's hair.
It seems like it's always Zhongli with the soft touches and crooning words. He's the one who curls around Childe deep into the night, tucking his cock between his thighs, fingers ghosting along his skin with curious intent.
"I am amenable to that." Zhongli pulls his wrist from Childe's mouth and thumbs over his cheek. And then his lips, pressing the digit between them.
Childe craves this soft moment, just the two of them within this old teapot. Zhongli is draped in silks and beautiful beneath him. His voice, low and rumbling, rambling on about the things he loves. Childe would rather hear it broken and choked by something else entirely.
He swirls his tongue around Zhongli's thumb, sucking at it. That's all it takes for Zhongli's face to darken ever so slightly, watching him back with a molten gold gaze. He sweeps his thumb across Childe's tongue, hooking it behind his teeth. Then he tugs.
They're nose-to-nose now. Childe's heartbeat quickens as Zhongli pulls his hand away. He licks his lips, eyes honing in on Zhongli's mouth, and then he leans forward to kiss him. Zhongli responds immediately, opening up to lick into his mouth.
Childe moans, wrapping his arms around Zhongli's neck, trying to press closer. Zhongli helps, tugging his hips flush against him, trapping their hardened cocks together. And then Childe freezes, pulling back.
"No, no," he murmurs, "I said I'd take care of you."
"Ajax, I want—"
"Please." Childe kisses the underside of Zhongli's jaw sweetly. "Fuck, just let me enjoy you."
Zhongli leans back into the couch, neck cradled by the cushion, and sighs.
Childe's mouth waters as he slips a hand into the soft silk of Zhongli's robe, dragging his fingertips down the length of his front. Unfair, how handsome he is. Skin like chiseled marble. Abs like well-cut stone. They twitch slightly under Childe's touch.
"I can't stop looking," muses Childe with a chuckle. "Fuck, even in the beginning, I couldn't stop looking. From the moment that I saw you—"
"Ajax—"
"Is that all you can say? My name?"
He's only teasing, but Zhongli is pink around the cheeks. "I must admit, you are distracting."
Childe looks down at himself and the way that his own robe slips off his shoulder. His skin is littered with marks, soft, bruising things left behind by Zhongli's teeth. It's addicting, the mild possessiveness of a dragon. Zhongli marks him up for others to see, but mostly himself. Zhongli will stare at his work and smooth his hands over the bruises later on, relishing how well Childe wears them.
He does the same, though. Childe bites back, his blunt teeth working wonders against Zhongli's skin. They don't last long, but long enough into the next day. Lazy mornings are always better when Childe can see his love mapped out all over Zhongli's form.
Like right now. His neck bears several bites, as do his shoulders and collarbone. Childe sweeps his fingers over them, lingering, and Zhongli's nostrils flare at the memory of the night before. Childe takes him so well and loves the way that Zhongli fills him up, but it isn't always without a fight.
And Zhongli loves him for that, his fierce partner, and how they often push and pull at each other in bed.
This isn't the moment for that, though. Childe wants to indulge and to ride his cock until one of them is an overstimulated, crying mess, Zhongli stuffing him full, his spend overflowing.
A perfect way to start the day.
Childe drops a hand and grabs a hold of Zhongli's half-hard erection. Pumps it once, twice, and watches as it fills out between his fingers. "So good for me," he says with an airy sigh.
"I—" Zhongli moans, his head dropping back, eyes closing. "Yes."
Childe presses their lengths together, wrapping his hand around them. Zhongli's cock is large and thick next to his, though Childe isn't a slouch. Respectable in his own right, skin flushed, the pink tip dripping. Zhongli fucks into his palm, dragging across Childe's cock, groaning when he tightens his grip.
"Desperate." Just an observation, not a tease. Zhongli reaches out and grabs his waist again, fingers curling against the tender skin there.
"How can I not be?" Zhongli keeps fucking into his grasp with a slow roll of his hips. "Look at you above me—"
"Shh." Childe kisses him again swallowing down whatever Zhongli's about to say. Their tongues tangle. Childe threads his fingers through Zhongli's long, unbound hair and strokes. Zhongli seems to melt underneath him, puddling against the couch. "Gods, it's all I can think about sometimes. The way that you fill me up and fuck me full.'
"Please." Zhongli's breath is punched. " Please, I—"
"Hm? You want that?" Childe bites at his ear, nibbling at it. "Celestia above, so do I. Always do."
Zhongli's hand snakes past the swell of his ass, fingers dipping into his crack. Childe moans into his mouth, pressing against his hand. He's still loose from the night before, still a little bit wet from Zhongli coming inside. Twice.
Sometimes, Childe doesn't like to clean it up, preferring to just fall asleep fucked open and raw, swollen with his come. Zhongli likes it too, coming down as he's pressed in deep, his cock softening until it slips out. It's worth wonders in moments like this when Childe is too impatient for prep.
Zhongli slips two fingers in without any preamble, spreading them wide and pulling at his rim.
Childe knows just how loose and pliant he is. "I can just take you right now, you know." His breath whispers across the skin of Zhongli's ear. "You'd sink in right to the root, and I'd love you more for it."
Zhongli's fingers pause, knuckle deep in his ass.
"Oh, you like that." Childe nips at his neck and leans back again, rutting against Zhongli's still fingers. "Me, sitting on your cock, just pulling it in deep. Just like when I mark you up, a claim of my own settled into your skin."
"I—"
"There's a word you can use. One that you love to hear me moan, but this time, I'm the greedy one. Come on, say it for me, baobei." Perhaps it's cruel to tease Zhongli with one of his favorite pet names.
"Please," begs Zhongli, his free hand dragging along Childe's side. He pulls his fingers out, squeezing at his asscheek instead. His breath hitches with a breathy moan. "Ajax, please."
The ragged sound of his voice is beautiful. Childe could listen to it for days, weeks, years, even, Zhongli, coming undone underneath him, begging to fuck him deep. What a sight it'd be.
Childe takes Zhongli's cock into his hand, thumbing over the slit and spreading around the precome. "You'll fuck me good, right?" he asks, pressing a kiss to Zhongli's forehead. "Or would you rather me take what I want."
"Gods, yes."
Childe flashes him that well-loved smirk and presses Zhongli's cock against his rim. Then he sinks down the entire way, taking the hefty length right to the hilt.
Zhongli whines against him, his head thrown back against the top of the couch, thighs tensing underneath Childe's grip. His fingers dig into Childe's hip bones bruisingly, and Childe relishes in the marks that he'll carry for days.
For him and him alone, he thinks, this wild dragon of a man, dick nudged in deep and pulling so deliciously at his rim. Childe sighs as he leans forward, wrapping his arms around Zhongli's shoulders to hold him close. He breathes in that scent, that addicting aura of sage and earth, and nuzzles at the delicate skin there.
Zhongli is anything but delicate, but he crumbles beneath Childe's fingers, weathered away like the ancient stone that he is. It takes so little, just the rolling of Childe's hips, and the tight grip of his ass, and Zhongli is done for.
"So good for me," whispers Childe against his ear. "You fill me up so well. I couldn't imagine another taking your place."
"Ajax," whines Zhongli, his nails biting into his skin dangerously.
But Childe only goads him on, encouraging him more with soft words of filth, as he rides his cock and fucks him in deep. "I've never loved another before. Not a person, certainly not—Archons, you feel amazing."
And fuck, does he. Zhongli's cock drags across his prostate as Childe angles his hips just so. It's a slow sort of torture as he moves overtop. Childe fucks down and up, down and up, and Zhongli guides him.
"Come on." Childe kisses his hair and drops his hips suddenly, taking Zhongli deep as he grinds on the downstroke.
"I—I—fuck." Zhongli sounds strangled. When Childe pulls back to regard him properly, Zhongli is pink-faced and slack-jawed.
"Look at you," croons Childe, pulling Zhongli's chin into his hand again, thumbing over the soft expanse of his lips. "I could just eat you up." Zhongli looks delicious like this, so utterly debauched and barely hanging on. The edges of his skin are tinted black and gold, and his eyes are narrowly slit. Childe can feel the way that Geo seems to permeate the room.
Zhongli is losing his grip on himself. Looks entirely gone as Childe swivels his hips across him, taking in the sight of a blissed-out dragon still draped in soft silk.
"Perfection, I think. Now, come on, fuck me."
Zhongli tugs Childe's hips down with jerking movements. Childe still does the brunt of the work, rolling over his lap with the rise and fall of his hips. Zhongli meets him on every thrust, fucking into his delicious, tight heat.
"So good," says Childe.
"Yes." The word sounds punched, a serpentine hiss that gets lodged in Zhongli's throat. He's breathless as he thrusts into him, his cock heavy and thick as it drags across his insides. Pleasure coils in Childe's gut as they rock together, a tell-tale sign that the end is nearing.
"Love this," he says. He fucks back against Zhongli harder now, pushing against his shoulders for leverage. His knees sink into the couch. Zhongli holds him by the asscheeks, spreading them wide as he fucks in and in and in. "Love you."
Zhongli loses his composure, claws digging into the softness of Childe's backside. He doesn't fuck him fast, but he fucks him deep with heavy thrusts, and Childe just takes it, along for the ride.
"I've never loved another, I don't ever want to—"
"Ajax."
Childe leans in close, pulling their chests together, slick and sweaty skin burning with friction. Zhongli purrs at the words he whispers into his ears. "Only you," says Childe, his breath as wet and warm as his ass. "This is all that I ever want, you and your cock."
"I'm—I'm—"
Close, thinks Childe. He can tell by Zhongli's aborted movements and the way that he grips his ass tightly. Zhongli fucks him hard and deep, and Childe rolls along with the movements like he's a wave crashing against him.
"Let go," says Childe, scratching his fingers along his scalp. "Come on, just let go. Give it all to me."
Zhongli does something unexpected. He burrows his face into Childe's chest and lets out a soft sob. Childe feels wetness against his skin. Zhongli fucks his cock in deep, hitting that blessed spot over and over, arms curled around Childe's waist as if he's afraid to let go.
And he comes like that, nestled deep in Childe's guts, painting his insides with his spend. Zhongli sighs against him and Childe strokes through his hair. He hasn't come yet, but he doesn't want to. Not yet, not with Zhongli so unbearably vulnerable in his grasp at the moment.
"Zhongli," he says quietly, the question on the tip of his tongue.
"I love you," is all that he says, and while it isn't the first time, for some reason this utterance feels heavier.
Childe hums softly, letting Zhongli regain his composure. When Zhongli pulls back and looks at his face again, Childe wipes away the tears that wet his cheeks, smearing that delightful red makeup he loves to swipe underneath his eyes.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes." Zhongli sounds like he is, eyes bright with wonder. There's a pause, and then: "But are you?"
"I'm—Oh."
Zhongli wraps a hand around Childe's still-hard cock, tugging at it. "You didn't finish." An astute observation.
"Too busy watching you."
Zhongli makes use of the sticky precome that leaks from Childe's cock. "That won't do," he says quietly, palming over the crown of his cock as he strokes it lovingly.
"I'm—okay, yeah, like that—"
"Mine." Zhongli grasps Childe's neck with a free hand, pulling him closer. He noses at the soft skin that meets the juncture of his collarbone, nipping at it. "So beautiful and all mine. Darling, how I love you so."
"Archons above."
And then his hand is gone, and Childe is left bereft and distraught, chasing the touch as he bucks into thin air. Childe moans pathetically, a keening sort of whine. Unfair, he thinks.
"Patience," says Zhongli. "Didn't you say that you loved the sound of my voice?"
Yes, he does. Yes, yes, yes, he does. Zhongli's cock is already half-hard again, thickening inside his ass as it slowly rouses. Childe can feel the mess between them, Zhongli's come leaking down the insides of his thighs.
But Zhongli doesn't seem to mind. "Have you had your fun?"
"Naturally."
Zhongli smirks, a soft-handed sort of half-smile. Then, he rolls them over, pressing Childe into the couch instead. "We'll go slow then," he says, biting at Childe's collarbone. "Throughout the entire day. We'll fuck on every surface, and I'll whisper words of praise into every pore of your skin. I'll eat you up, inside and out, and it's because you're mine."
Childe sinks into the soft cushion, melting into a puddle. "Yes," he cries when Zhongli lifts his hips and fucks in slow and deep, hands roaming about Childe's body with loving reverence.
My, how the tables have turned. Childe scrabbles against him, already feeling the pleasure churning in his gut. "Yours," he says. "Yes."
And then he loses himself entirely.
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