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a/n: hellur, admin alpha here, the pack is back with a fic that stemmed from a horny oneshot that will be published in the third arc. enjoy the food, and remember to say itadakimasu (let's eat) before reading and go chisou sama deshita (thank you for the meal) after reading ;D

Ajax walked down the sidewalk with his luggage in tow, eyes scanning each building he passed by. He stopped at a block of apartments that was situated between a food joint and a laundromat and fished out his phone from his hoodie pocket. He sighed as he swiped past the ten missed calls he had received from his mother and checked the location of the apartment for rent.

He would send a message to his mother later. For now, he was scouting for a place to stay where he could peacefully spend his years in the university without the controlling presence of his parents breathing down his neck. He was fortunate enough that the university that his parents wanted him to go to was situated in the city that he was able to request to move somewhere closer. 

Unfortunately, finding a place to stay proved to be a harder task than Ajax expected, as if the universe was working in his parents' favour to keep him confined under their watchful gaze. The university dormitory was entirely filled by the time he was able to apply for it, and he only noticed how infuriating it was to have enrolled in a well sought-after university when he learned that almost all the nearby rental apartments had been snapped up. However, after hours of scouring the internet, he came across one available apartment for rent. It was located in a district known for being popular among the people of Liyue descent, which naturally piqued his interest. He could use a much-needed change in the cultural environment after being holed up in the Snezhnayan countryside for his whole life. Ajax was going to have to pray on his lucky stars to secure a place there, not that he had much luck in the first place. He felt his phone vibrate again and he saw a message from his mother. Feeling a twinge of guilt from ignoring her earlier, Ajax opened it. 

Mom

Focus on your studies. Don't get distracted. 

His mother was still typing on the other end and he waited, expecting another bout of commands and nagging although he hoped for something warmer. However, as if she had changed her mind, the follow-up message did not come. 

You

Ok

Ajax rolled his eyes and tried not to feel a little hurt as he shut his phone off, stuffing it back into his pocket forcefully as he stepped into the building. The landlord was already standing there on the ground floor, waiting for him. Ajax walked up to him, plastering an amicable smile on his face.

"Hi, I'm the one who called about the apartment open for rental the other day—"

The landlord cringed, "About that…" 

Ajax felt his heart drop into his stomach, "What's wrong?" 

"This morning when I went to spruce up the apartment I noticed the roof was leaking and discovered that the pipes in your unit were faulty," the landlord explained, "And there isn't any other unit available in this entire apartment complex. I'm very sorry, I wish I could've told you sooner, son." 

"Is there any other unit available?" Ajax chewed on his bottom lip, hoping for a positive response from the landlord.

"I'm sorry, all the units are full," the landlord shook his head, "You're from that university downtown, correct?"

Ajax nodded.

The landlord sighed, "Lots of students from that school have been looking for apartments. I'm afraid they took the remaining units and those from the nearby apartments as well."

Desperation seeped into Ajax's veins as his brain tried to think of other possible ideas. A frantic frown appeared on his face as he clapped his hands up together and said, "Mister, isn't there any other way? I really, really need to live in an apartment nearby here."

The landlord frowned, and Ajax could see the cogs in his brain slowly whirring. The landlord finally spoke, "Well, I suppose you could ask the other tenants if they're willing to let you live with them. As far as I can recall, some of them have spare bedrooms. If they're willing, I see no problem with you living with them in this apartment. I own two blocks, this block's for the rentals and the other's for the permanent. You could go ask around in both, although I'm not sure how far you're gonna get with that."

The crease between Ajax's brows disappeared, There's hope for me. He grinned and said, "Sure, I'll start asking around and I'll get back to you by today!"

"Today? Young lad, are you in some sort of rush—"

Before the landowner could even finish his sentence, Ajax took off, on his mission to search for someone who was willing to let him stay with them.

It turned out to be a lot more difficult than he had expected. Some turned him down (some were rude, some were polite about it), some gave him strange looks, and some did not even answer their doors.

Presently, Ajax was standing in front of yet another unit. This was the last unit in the 'permanents' apartment block. He did not want to admit it, but after being rejected by one tenant after another, his optimism was waning. He stood at the staircase landing facing the apartment door, took in a deep breath and knocked. 

A tall elegant figure of a man opened the door, clad in long pants and a fitting white dress shirt. His dark hair had faded tips of gold and was tied up into a low ponytail, fringe falling nicely into place to frame his face. He seemed to be around the same height as Ajax, maybe a few centimetres shorter. There was no denying that this man was conventionally handsome and he possessed the sharp ember gaze of a man who quietly observed more than he let on. The same gaze was currently focused on Ajax, probably assessing him in the same way.

"Can I help you?" Ajax noticed that the man had a markedly sophisticated accent. 

"Uh, hi," Ajax suddenly felt self-conscious and took extra care in his speech (probably because this elegant man had some sort of sophisticated aura that commanded absolute precision and a refined manner of speech), "I was moving into a unit in the rentals block next door, but the landlord only found out today that there was a problem with the pipes. There's no other units available but I desperately need a place to stay that's near my school and my term is starting in a week so the landlord advised me to find someone who was willing to share a unit with them." He took a breath and continued, "So, are you alright with sharing your apartment with me? I promise won't give you any extra trouble!"

A long silence followed his question. Ajax gulped as he watched the man lift a hand up to his chin, his brows furrowing together.

Please say yes, please say yes, Ajax chanted in his head, I literally have nowhere else to go. Please take pity on me and say—

"I don't see why not," Ajax's eyes widened at the man's agreement, "Why don't you come inside and we can have a little chat regarding your proposal?"

"I — thank you, kind sir!" Ajax beamed and he was practically bouncing on his feet in sheer joy. He would even pull this man into a hug if he felt more comfortable with him.

A couple of texts to the landlord and an agreement with the elegant man later, Ajax was finally moving into the man's apartment.

"My name is Zhongli," the man spoke after they had closed their discussion, "I thought you should know this since we are going to be housemates after all."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ajax," Ajax introduced himself with a grin.

"Would you like a tour of the place?" Zhongli asked, "After all, you are going to live here eventually."

"Sure," Ajax said, standing up along with Zhongli.

As Zhongli guided him around the apartment, Ajax could not help but notice the very random but seemingly ancient objects decorating the house. For instance, Zhongli had placed a couple of rocks on the shelf just above the television set, and there was an old desktop stationed by the window in the living room. Judging from those little antique trinkets Zhongli had collected, Ajax assumed that his new housemate was a much older man than he was, probably in his thirties or so.

"And this is the kitchen," Zhongli said, gesturing to the area behind the small kitchen island. The kitchen had an open plan and anyone could see the chef cook. Zhongli turned around and pointed up at the cupboards above the stove and spoke, but Ajax was not really listening. Instead, his focus was zeroed on Zhongli's rear, which was nicely accentuated by the tight, formal office pants he was wearing.

He really has some nice assets— Ajax blinked and nearly slapped himself for even looking at someone else, let alone his new housemate, in such a debauched manner, Stop it, stop behaving like some sort of perverted uncle! He's probably in his thirties, and you're twenty!

"Well? Is there anything you are quite not satisfied with?" Zhongli's silky voice plucked Ajax out of his self-reproach, causing both of them to stare at each other in awkward silence for a couple of seconds.

Quickly, Ajax smiled as if nothing was wrong (haha, yeah right), "Everything looks good to me!"

As if he had even been paying attention to even half of what Zhongli was saying. Who were you trying to fool, Ajax?

"If that's the case, then that's alright," Zhongli said, straightening the tie which was hung around his neck, "I look forward to being your housemate."

"Believe me, the pleasure is mine," Ajax's smile strained just slightly but he covered it up with a lighthearted chuckle.

—

The moving in process was not anything remarkable. The apartment was already fully furnished, and Ajax did not have many sentimental knick-knacks to bring along with him: Just a few picture frames containing the precious photographs of his younger siblings. All he packed was two suitcases stuffed full of clothes and one cardboard box of miscellaneous items, which surprised his new housemate as he helped to carry his things into his new room.

"Is this all you have?" Zhongli carefully set the box down onto the freshly-washed sheets of the bed. Ajax takes a moment to look around the guest room that had been converted into his living quarters. Orange hues of sunset filtered through the blinds of the window that faced toward another apartment building. It was not the best view by far, but at least it was not a noisy highway. The room was also a little smaller than his old room back home, but it would have to do.

"Yep, thanks for letting me stay on such short notice. It means a lot," Ajax offered an earnest smile. 

"It's no trouble, although it's a little unconventional to have a stranger knock on your door out of the blue to ask if there's space for a roommate." There was a hint of humour in Zhongli's voice.

"Well, I have to admit I got a lil' desperate. The landlord was initially going to turn me away but in the end, he turned around and said that if I was able to persuade anyone to take me in then I would be able to stay," Ajax hung up the last of his clothes in the cupboard and closed it, "So I'm glad I met you for things to turn out so ideally."

"Why don't you unpack your belongings first?" Zhongli said, "Then come on out to the living room after you're done. I’ll get you something to drink."

"Sure," Ajax said, "Thanks for the help. Again."

"I'm always happy to help," Zhongli replied, then exited his bedroom, closing the door behind him shut with a gentle click.

Since Ajax did not bring much with him, it did not take long for him to finish unpacking. He opened the door and carried the box out with him, placing them by the door and leaving a mental note for himself to throw the box out when he leaves the house the next time.

As he was entering the living room, a new scent lingered in the air: It was a familiar aroma from the countless colds he had back in his snowy hometown, blowing on piping hot soup and drinking it to ease his shivers. It was a homely and comforting aroma, one that brought a smile onto his face without him even realising it. He then noticed Zhongli in front of the stove, ladle in hand as he stirred something in a pot. Ajax admittedly never got a good look at the kitchen from a few moments ago (he was looking at something else, something so jarring that snatched his attention away from some mere kitchen cupboards), so he thanked the Archons that there was actual cooking equipment other than a microwave. He walked over until he was standing right behind his housemate, head leaning over his shoulder to take a peek. The only thing he could discern in the pot was thick slices of pork belly in some clear broth, the rest of the ingredients he did not recognise.

Sensing his presence, Zhongli turned his head to give Ajax the subtlest of smiles, "Oh right, I was about to tell you. I'm heating up some bamboo shoot soup I made for us to eat for dinner. Think of it as your welcome gift."

Such a simple yet thoughtful gesture, and it was only his first day here. Ajax could not help but return a smile back as warmth filled his heart.

"Damn, I didn't take you for a chef. It looks like the real deal you would find in restaurants!" Ajax joked, "Granted, I don't think I've ever tried this dish before."

"Chef?" Zhongli’s eyes widened slightly, dumbfounded, "You must be mistaken. I work as a director for Morax Holdings. My culinary skills are merely just a hobby."

Ajax felt himself almost pass out, "Wait, Morax Holdings?! Isn't that like, one of the biggest mega corporations in Teyvat?"

More importantly, Ajax thought, Why would a director of such high standing be cooped up in this unremarkable, ordinary apartment? And that's not even considering how easily he agreed to let this random lowly university student stay with him.

Was this some kind of trap? It still wasn't too late for Ajax to pack everything up again and make a run for it while Zhongli is fast asleep.

Zhongli chuckled, "You're probably wondering why a high flyer like me is cooped up in this humble apartment." 

"Was it that obvious?" 

Zhongli chuckled and motioned Ajax to sit at the kitchen counter as he ladled the soup out into two bowls. He pushed the portion with more ingredients over to Ajax before returning to the kitchen sink to fetch soup spoons and two more bowls containing warm rice.

"That's what most people ask when they hear my story," Zhongli let out a huff that was almost akin to an exasperated sigh.

He handed one soup spoon to Ajax and joined him at the same side of the counter. 

"A home to me is nothing more than a place where I can come back to rest, so having a place that fulfils my daily needs is more than enough to make me content. I don't believe in living lavishly. Besides, being a bachelor, having a big house with no one else to occupy besides myself…" Zhongli trailed off as if stopping himself. 

Under the warm glow of the studio lights above the counter, Zhongli's neutral expression looked almost wistful. Ajax found himself drawn to the way his dark eyelashes reflected the ember light. He quickly caught himself and looked away, resting a nonchalant elbow on the kitchen counter. 

"Well, that makes the two of us. Cheers to being single and maidenless, I guess. Who needs a partner when you've got a successful career?" Ajax joked, hoping to lighten the mood. Zhongli offered a small smile and gestured to the bowl of soup before Ajax. 

"Please, help yourself. I want to know what you think." 

Ajax eyed the bowl of soup curiously, especially on what he assumed were bamboo shoots chopped up into bite-sized pieces. The only kind of bamboo he had eaten was the tiny rectangular ones that always came with Inazuman noodles, while the ones in the soup were chunks that had deep ridges running along the sides.

He could feel Zhongli's expectant stare on him as he dipped his spoon into the soup bowl. Taking in the aroma of the soup once more, Ajax took a long sip. Instantly, he could feel his fatigue from a long, tiring day get washed away by the herbs and spices that flooded his taste buds. He could not help the satisfied sigh that escaped from him after swallowing the soup.

"Holy shit Zhongli, this tastes amazing!" Ajax exclaimed. The foreign name of his housemate still came a bit unnaturally from his tongue, but he would get used to it eventually. He dipped his spoon in again and fished out a bamboo chunk to give a try. The fragrant pork broth had seeped into the fibres of the bamboo shoot, but it still managed to retain its signature crunch. If all Liyuen cuisine was like this, he had been seriously missing out.

"That's good to hear Ajax," Zhongli responded in kind as his eyes crinkled in amusement, "A lot of patience is needed to make the Liyuen-style salted ham from scratch. It definitely would have been much more convenient to buy it from the market, but it's an old practice that I've been keen on trying for a while."

Now that he had mentioned it, Ajax began to notice the difference in taste and mouthfeel of the salted and unsalted pork. He ate a spoonful of rice alongside the meat, and it all blended harmoniously in his mouth.

For a while, both of them savoured their food in comfortable silence. The steam that caressed Ajax's face as he downed the soup added to the warm feeling still lingering in his chest. He already felt like he was right at home.

"I've been meaning to ask," Ajax was still focused on his meal when Zhongli popped the question, "You mentioned that you are going to a school nearby. May I ask which one?"

"Oh yeah, I'm going to NUT," The moment those words left his lips, it immediately occurred to Ajax how wrong that might have sounded. He gulped down his food and nervously glanced to the side to sneak a peek at Zhongli's expression. Luckily, judging from the man's placid smile, it flew over his head.

"NUT... you mean the National University of Teyvat? I must say, that's quite an impressive feat," Zhongli praised.

"Uh — right. Yes, it is. Although, being a director of such a renowned company couldn't have been easy as well," Ajax was still reeling from the fact that he was seated next to a big player in the trading industry. He didn't really care much about the corporate world but the idea that such an accomplished man was willing to share his apartment with him was grounding. 

"Yes, such a prestigious title comes with its fair load of stress and work. I wouldn't really wish it on anyone else." Despite the resigned tone of his words, Ajax could tell that Zhongli was not one to give up so easily, judging from the resolute expression he wore. "Do you have any plans to work as well?"

"Yeah, I've been thinking of picking up a part-time job while I'm studying. Feels nice to be independent, not needing your parents for pocket money, y'know? That way I can pay my share of the bills as well." 

"That's a good idea. What sort of job are you considering?" 

"Somewhere around this area. I haven't really decided yet."

That was a lie. Ajax was going in for a walk-in interview just that night. 

—

Just a few blocks down from their apartment complex, a few streets that branched off the main road had gained a certain reputation over the years. Regular patrons call it The Celestia, others call it The Abyss. It really depended on your outlook, honestly. The famous Third-Round Knockout that stood at the fringes of the district acted as a lamppost to regular patrons of the area. It was rumoured that the restaurant itself also held a secret of containing a rather exclusive club in its basement. Ajax wandered past that particular restaurant and turned around the bend, just as the directions instructed. He found himself in a completely different world. Although he had known about the city's thriving nightlife, the atmosphere was so aggressively uncensored that it threw Ajax off-kilter. For how indiscreetly displayed these shops were, he was surprised that they were sequestered in only a small portion of the city, although he did see certain characters loitering around the fringes of it which led him to the heart of the district. 

Garish bright faux-neon lights flashed above him, casting otherworldly halos above the heads of the slow-moving crowd. The pavement was slick with rain, grit and other unidentifiable substances, the air thick with the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume. Men and women in skimpy outfits tittered and sang their siren songs, luring patrons into their respective bars, brothels and strip clubs. Ajax could feel vibrations from the low pulsing beat of rave music blasting in the basement outlets through the soles of his sneakers. The main customers milling about were office workers still dressed in their stiff smart casual wear, although there were the occasional university students and couples. 

"Hey handsome, you look lost. Why don't you come in and I'll show you a good time?" a lilting saccharine voice caught his attention. Assuming that it was directed at him, Ajax turned his head to the source. A young lady giggled and wriggled her fingers at him. She could not have been older than her early twenties.  

"Uh, sorry, I'm here for work actually," Ajax was already walking away, using all his willpower not to look at the skintight dress she wore that barely covered any skin. 

"Aw, that's too bad honey—" her voice was drowned out by the din as he slipped away, narrowly avoiding a lumbering drunkard who careened past him and collapsed onto the pavement. He felt helplessly overwhelmed and was almost tempted to bail on the walk-in interview but then remembered why he came here in the first place. 

"You're the eldest son, so it's your responsibility to care for the family as well. For every decision you make, you must have your family in mind." 

Ajax tightened his hoodie strings. What about what he wanted? He had heard stories of people who lived their wildest years in university and he did not want to live with the regret of not having lived a little. Living away from his parents was a golden opportunity for him to indulge himself for the first and last time before he resumed bearing the yoke of family responsibilities that he had abandoned. There was no better time like the present, he thought as he stopped in front of the stripper club.

Live a little before you go.

—

A week had flown by since Ajax abruptly moved into the apartment of this eccentric yet kind man. Since then, he received a phone call from the club he did the interview at, offering him a place much to his delight. From what he had heard and researched, Angel's Share was a nightclub that boasted of its delectable alcohol and incredible service. The pay they proposed was generous, and the tavern theming of the building he saw during his visit gave off a mystical vibe that instantly pulled him in. He still needed some training to get familiar enough with the pole before he could officially debut as the newest member in their lineup, plus the costumes that were currently being made according to his measurements.

Ajax would be lying if he said that he was not looking forward to it. In fact, he could already feel the excitement and anticipation buzzing at the tips of his fingers. This was his moment to finally break out of his shell and smash said shell into dust without a care in the world.

There was still a predicament hanging over Ajax's head though, of whether he should tell Zhongli about his stripper job. It was best if as few people knew about it as possible, but with Zhongli as his beloved housemate, it just seemed like an inevitable fate. A semi self-indulgent thought had also been brewing in the back of his mind.

Maybe, if Zhongli were to find out, he would be a supportive friend and come to see one of my shows… and if everything went a little too well, I could help solve his growing problem down there— Ajax internally slapped himself hard (he seemed to be doing that a lot as of late) as he splashed cool water onto his face to chase those silly daydreams away. He had really needed to get his raging hormones in control, for the sake of both his housemate and himself.

Just as Ajax reached over for a towel to wipe his face, he noticed something odd on the marble counter. A simple brown leather wallet with the slightest sights of wear and tear that clearly belonged to Zhongli. Did this guy seriously just leave his wallet in the bathroom?

Ajax sighed. He had better return this to Zhongli quickly before he goes off to work. His mind still a little groggy from waking up, Ajax did not think twice as he emerged from the bathroom to knock on the door to Zhongli's room, wallet in hand. When he heard no response from the other side, he took it as his cue to enter.

"Hey Zhongli, you forgot your wallet in the bathroom—"

Nothing could have prepared Ajax for the scene that unfolded in the room.

Zhongli was sitting on the bed before a full-length mirror with his back facing the door, in the midst of buttoning up his grey dress shirt. The revealing, accentuated collarbones of the man in front of him would have stolen all of Ajax's attention, if not for the ropes right underneath them. The crimson red colour popped against the pale unblemished skin, and that same colour was rushing towards Ajax's face as he was frozen still at the door frame.

There was no mistaking it. Zhongli was wearing shibari ropes to work.

(Out of the corner of his eye, Ajax also spotted an embroidery of the words 'Live, Laugh, Love' in calligraphy font hanging on the wall. He did not know whether he should actually laugh or cry.)

The only sounds that accompanied the now sudden silence were the creek of the door that was at the mercy of Ajax's unstable grip and the crinkling of fabric as Zhongli finished off the final button below his collar, effectively sealing away the secret beneath. Ajax's mouth tried to form words, but his brain could not come up with anything substantial. He could only stare in disbelief until Zhongli finally looked up to meet his gaze in the mirror, those amber eyes almost piercing into his soul and making him jump in his skin.

"Oh, I didn't see you there, Ajax. Thank you for finding it."

The smile that Zhongli gave was one of sincere gratitude and nothing else. No awkwardness in his tone of voice, no body language that showed any signs of having been caught in the act. Just the usual, overly formal manner that Zhongli always carried himself with. Did he not realise that his housemate just saw him tied up in those scandalous ropes, wrapping and squeezing around areas that Ajax could not even see underneath the clothes? 

Zhongli finally turned around to take the wallet, his warm fingertips brushing over his colder ones. Ajax immediately withdrew his hand like his touch had scalded him and his eyes jerked up and away from their hands. He could still see a faint outline of the shibari through Zhongli's office shirt.

Oh man. Ajax's eyes darted back to the 'Live, Laugh, Love' embroidery on the wall, grateful for such a turn-off to distract him from the thick sexual tension in the room. He cleared his throat and walked closer to the embroidery, accidentally coming too close to the wall and knocking his knee against it. Ignoring the loud noise it made, he pretended to admire the detailed workmanship of the cloth. No doubt it was beautiful but he was too focused on hiding the blush blooming on his face. 

"Hm, nice piece of work. Did you make it?" 

Zhongli's eyes brightened with curiosity as he clasped his hands in his lap and adjusted his sitting position to face Ajax's direction. "No, my colleague made it for me a while back. It's a lovely piece of art, isn't it?" 

Ajax squeezed a strangled sound out of his throat. Zhongli seemed to have taken this as an affirmation as he pushed further. 

"Do you like embroidery?" 

"N-Not particularly. But it's well made and I can appreciate that," Ajax responded, his mind honing in on Zhongli's gaze that was no doubt on his back. He was not even sure if he was talking about the embroidery or the shibari ropes. If only he could take a second look… erotic images of Zhongli in those lurid red ropes flooded into his head with such intensity that they made Ajax cringe.

Come on, Ajax, he's just a housemate, and who knows how much older he is than him. He is a prim and proper businessman… who wears shibari ropes. Ajax was not sure what to make of this guy anymore, having his impression of Zhongli being entirely subverted just by seeing that brief glimpse of his private life. If this was merely scratching the surface of Zhongli, Ajax wondered how much more there was to this man. A suave and mysterious man on the streets, a kinky freak in the sheets—

"Exactly right. The way the strings are so nicely woven to create such intricate patterns shows the patience and dedication of the creator to bring her art to life. While the similarities between the art form I practise and hers stop at ropes and strings, I can admire her embroidery nonetheless." Ajax heard a shff of silk against cloth. Zhongli must be putting on his tie. 

The art form I practise— was he talking about those ropes or something else? Did he want to find out? No. However, he would not be able to sleep soundly not knowing. 

"W-What sort of art do you do?" Ajax found himself asking before he could stop himself. 

"Surely you're aware of it by now." 

"Uh—"

"You gave me much pleasure knowing that you enjoyed my bamboo stew. Cooking is an art form that I indulge in rather often and roasting meats is my speciality. As you know, such a cooking method involves stringing up the meat. I've been experimenting to discover new patterns of tying." 

Of course. Tying meat. That was his art form. Ajax tried to find a link between shibari and tying meat in the kitchen and he was not too comfortable with the images he conjured up in his mind. He cleared his throat.  

"Anyway, I'd better go. Class starting soon," Ajax laughed nervously and tried to dart out of the room but slammed his shoulder into the doorframe. He barely felt the pain with the adrenaline that was rushing through his veins.

"Are you alright? Also, have you eaten breakfast yet? If not, there's some toast you can heat up—" 

"No, I'm fine. Thanks," Ajax shuddered, slightly unnerved by Zhongli's usually courteous behaviour. He was still too acutely aware of the harness he wore underneath that shirt. 

"I'll see you around. Nice shiba— I mean shirt, by the way," Ajax ducked out of the room. 

"Take care, Ajax!" came Zhongli's muffled voice as Ajax was putting on his sneakers with shaky hands in the foyer.

"Y-Yeah, you too!" Whatever it is you're up to. He snatched up his haversack and shut the door, pulling on his hoodie strings as he tried to suppress those thoughts. It was going to be hard to focus during lectures today. He just knew it. 

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Moonage Daydream (Tartaglia | Childe - Foul Legacy Transformation x Zhongli) // 2k, smut

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“But, you have seen me as a dragon. Isn’t this a bit unfair?” Zhongli sipped his tea, hiding the sly provocation in his tone skilfully. Childe chuckled, “You’ve seen mine too!” It was true, Zhongli had witnessed Foul Legacy in its full glory many times during battle, but with Zhongli’s form they had also taken up some more interesting activities that strayed away from ‘combat’.

Zhongli hummed, “Yes, though I meant… up close.”

“Well I don’t think you’d enjoy it like that.”

“Why not?”

Childe scratched his head, trying to find a way to phrase it as delicately as possible, “Mine isn’t as adjustable as yours, it wouldn’t be so pleasant for you.” Given that Foul Legacy wasn’t a natural form like Zhongli’s, Childe had a harder time adapting the functions and sizes of each part whereas Zhongli was a master at manipulating harsh aspects of the body he had lived in for centuries. 

“So you’re saying I can’t take it?” Zhongli smirked, he got up from his seat and placed his palms on the table, leaning over to Childe. Night was falling, the lively atmosphere of the mountains faded away minute by minute, trading the joyful serenity for a sinister domain, still calm but oddly mysterious. 

“You shouldn’t tempt me on matters like this, Xiansheng.” 

Zhongli’s amber pupils flashed through the darkness, “And what if I do?”

Childe fixed his posture to raise on his seat slightly, moving his face closer to Zhongli’s, “I can’t promise that you won’t get hurt.”  

Zhongli wasn’t bothered by the drawback, he pressed his lips onto the harbinger’s, noticing how much he missed his warmth even in the few hours they had been sitting and chatting. Childe’s head tilted back, his lips inviting and comforting as they always were for his lover. 

Zhongli pulled away, a thin string of saliva kept their lips in contact, “Ajax…” he pleaded, “ Please… ”  

Childe involuntarily held his breath, attempting to ignore his pants tightening, a spark between his legs that begged to be fed and built into bright flames. Zhongli looked down on him, tracing his lips gently with his thumb. Childe struggled to speak, it was as if a reptile had him in a tight hold, evoking the unholiest of thoughts from deep within.  

After a moment of consideration, Childe stood up and made his way over to the other side of the table, pulling Zhongli close by the waist. Zhongli’s tongue made its way inside his mouth once again, dipping out occasionally as Childe rid him of his clothes. 

The layers pooled around their ankles, falling off one by one with a gentle thud. Childe nibbled on his neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bitemarks that turned the archon harder and harder on his thigh. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” he asked for the final time.

Zhongli petted his cheek gently, “I am. Go ahead.” 

Childe nodded as he stepped away on the open field, floating off from the ground right before Zhongli’s eyes, his iridescent cape, claws and armor took formation as the mask pinned on his hair grew to replace the front part of his head. 

Zhongli watched him in awe, though Foul Legacy was a killing machine, he could still see the faint form of Childe inside whenever he transformed. He waited in excitement as Childe slowly approached him and lifted him up with the ease of a teacup. One claw was enough to fully grab Zhongli by the waist like a doll. 

Childe leaned back, gravity was no longer a concern for him, so he sat comfortably on an invisible seat and brought Zhongli’s naked body to his eye-level. Zhongli examined him, stunned and mesmerized by the beautiful sight as he sat inside Childe’s palm, legs hanging off from in between his thick fingers. 

Zhongli always assumed Childe’s physical senses were more dulled in Foul Legacy, given that logically, it should be more durable to pain. But Childe could feel everything , the heat emitting from Zhongli’s body, his hardened cock rubbing down as precum already spilled off from the tip, even the way his hole quivered in excitement for Childe’s touch. 

Zhongli leaned forward, slightly raising his hips before realizing that the claws would probably rip his insides apart in a matter of seconds. “Right.” he sighed, reaching back to stretch himself out on his own.

But the next thing he heard was a splash, accompanied by waves of water swirling in the air before two, thick ropes wrapped around his wrists. “Hey, what are you—” before he could realize what was happening, his arms were fixed to the sides in a strong grip. The limbs were clear, reflecting the moonlight, but they didn’t feel inanimate. Zhongli could feel slight movement in them, as if they were alive . 

“It would be a shame if you were to fall over.” Childe explained, his distorted voice was awfully sinister. Zhongli had never seen him manipulate his elements into anything but weapons, he struggled experimentally, curious to find out how strong they would be, but it seemed impossible to escape their hold. 

“How am I going to—Ah!” Zhongli was too invested in the sensation to notice a thicker and denser one creeping up against his hole. The cooling effect on his wrists was enhanced as the limb entered him with no warning and no mercy, reaching all the way inside and making Zhongli choke out. 

Childe chuckled in delight, “This is simply a measure of safety, Xiansheng. Why does it excite you so much?” 

Zhongli’s precum was pooling up into a small puddle as his pupils rolled back, it was a sudden intrusion that his mind couldn’t comprehend, yet his body was inevitably reacting to the waves of pleasure engulfing him. 

Zhongli always associated intimacy with warmth, but now, a slimy, cold and reckless entity that he wouldn’t even go near under normal circumstances was filling him up in all the right ways, pushing into his prostate as its tip thinned out and thickened intermittently. He struggled to hold himself back, it felt beneath him to release under a ghost of water. The Geo Archon having the best orgasm of his life with the help of a Hydro tentacle, utterly shameful. 

But Childe was as persistent as he was, altering the rhythm and pressure as he pleased, eliciting needy cries from Zhongli’s lips. “Don’t resist.” it sounded less like an order and more like a suggestion. Zhongli glared at him, enraged, “Then fuck me yourself.” he growled. Childe wasn’t fazed by his anger in the slightest, “Not yet.” 

The bright glow disappeared from Zhongli’s eyes and reignited again in unorganized cycles, lacking stability and control as he struggled to stand his ground. “You’re gonna make me drag it out?” Childe quipped, another tentacle had already wrapped itself around Zhongli’s cock, it was actually a soothing sensation that helped him cool off momentarily before it started pumping him up and down.

Zhongli shrieked, failing to fight any longer as cum spurted out of his tip, with every spasm of his hips his eyes shut tightly, chest heaving with the immense climax still rippling through his body. 

Zhongli collapsed over the harbinger’s palm the second his wrists went unbound, Childe’s claws wrapped around him while his index brushed through Zhongli’s disheveled hair. The archon clung onto his thumb weakly, arms sore from being suspended high up for so long. 

Childe brought him closer to his groin and Zhongli was quick to latch on the fabric and the armor, exposing the ‘skin’ underneath with his slender fingers. Though the human flesh was mostly disguised, Zhongli could identify faint sights of Childe’s skin color, now concealed by dark blue and purple veins traveling along his length. 

His eyes widened with excitement and slight worry, Childe couldn’t help but chuckle at his state, “It’s okay, I don’t expect you to take all of it.” 

Zhongli held his cock in between his thighs, gasping lightly as the tip brushed against his hole. He squeezed his legs together, feeling every vein and curve press into the sensitive skin of his inner-thighs. 

“I will.” Zhongli breathed out, he felt infatuated and intoxicated, beginning to slide forward and back over the shaft almost involuntarily, “I…” a whimper escaped his lips, “...want all of you, Ajax.” 

Childe was more than satisfied with the answer, his fingers wrapped around the archon, lining him on his tip and pushing him down slowly. Tears pooled around Zhongli’s eyes with the stretch, then began to stream down his face as Childe impaled him on his cock viciously. 

He stopped halfway, giving Zhongli a moment to breathe while adjusting his grip. The archon was panting, digging his nails into Childe’s finger in an attempt to ease the strain, though it wasn’t doing much to alleviate his agony. 

Childe began to slide him down once again, Zhongli had never felt more stretched out in his life, it felt like his hip bones were about to shatter, like his insides were being torn apart with every inch. Golden-brown markings painted over his arms and his chest as he fought to remain in his human form. 

Childe noticed the growing fangs through Zhongli’s open-mouthed moans, the golden stripes starting to glow as well as his pupils. “A mortal body is terribly fragile, don’t you think?” he teased the archon, “It would be much easier if you transformed.”

Zhongli spat out the saliva building up on his throat, “Don’t—want to.” he exhaled sharply through his nose. Surely, he could give in to his body’s command, it was only trying to help Zhongli survive, but he refused to give up the extraordinary feeling, being at the mercy of a ferocious beast that satisfied him to such an extent that Zhongli cried, squirmed and whimpered for more. 

No, he definitely wouldn’t trade it for the biological accommodations his body was trying to undergo. 

Childe hissed as he lifted Zhongli all the way up and slammed him down again, reveling in the warmth of his walls hugging him. Zhongli screamed with every thrust, overwhelmed by the lust and rapture that ate away at his mind.  

Through the eyes of Foul Legacy, Childe no longer had friends or foes, everything within his sight was merely prey . Zhongli, however, was embedded into Childe’s brain so deeply that no matter how many layers of his consciousness were peeled away, he would always be there. 

A being that Childe must protect, cherish and worship until his very last breath. A monster like him, only cut from a different cloth. 

His claws hugged the weakened, frail body of the archon even tighter than before in order to maintain his position. The sharp tips scraped along his skin as thin streams of blood ran along, painting the ground below crimson red. Zhongli’s legs and arms gave out fully as his mind steered through the same fate as his flesh, merely hanging by a thread. 

He was starting to have a hard time pinpointing where one orgasm ended and another one began, instead it felt like being milked, drained out until there was nothing left. As if Childe wanted all of it spilling out for himself and no one else. 

Zhongli couldn’t even lift his neck to look at him, the harbinger used the knuckle of his other hand to lift it up for him, gazing into the sparkling pupils that exuded exhaustion. “You’re doing exceptionally well today, Xiansheng, way beyond my expectations.” he praised, “Maybe I should reward you, hm?” 

Zhongli nodded frantically as he slobbered like a dog, unable to utter even a single syllable. Childe was amused watching how pathetic and miserable Zhongli was for him. He parted his lips, letting out his tongue, Zhongli didn’t even know he had one in Foul Legacy, though it was a lot different than a human tongue, much longer and frolic. 

It reached all the way to Zhongli’s lips with ease, mimicking the ludic movements of a snake as it slithered inside. Though the tip of it was slim, the more Childe pushed it down Zhongli’s throat, the harder it became to breathe for the archon. 

It penetrated him deep, dripping saliva all the way down and blocking his airway with steady thrusts. Zhongli’s moans were muffled, vibrating all over Childe’s tongue as the harbinger explored further. It wasn’t so much of a kiss as it was Childe quite literally fucking his throat. 

Zhongli struggled to breathe through his nose, the harbinger’s movements were growing sloppy, his tongue remained stuffed inside Zhongli as he jacked him up and down a few more times before releasing with a growl. 

It was a terrifying amount, not only filling Zhongli up but also splattering all over his body and even leaking down to the ground. Childe’s body contracted and released, squeezing Zhongli at the same pace along with it until he was finally all out. 

He retracted his tongue and slid the archon off, laying him down on the grass carefully. Zhongli couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, he pressed his palms down on the grass, eventually feeling footsteps approach him. 

Childe knelt by his side, running his fingers along the archon’s hair coated by cum, blood, sweat and saliva. Zhongli could only open his eyes halfway, but the familiar sight of his Ajax was comforting enough to form a weak smile over his lips. 

Childe smiled down on him, pressing kisses all over his face and hands, showering his beloved with affection and gratitude. 

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[dylan-tp7]

"This is for me."

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[keicordelle]

All the Passion of a Fleeting Mortal Life

Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: E Pairing: Tartali Word Count: 2.6k Tags: Developing Relationship, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, First Time, Switch Zhongli, Bottom Zhongli, Top Tartaglia | Childe, Biting

Summary: The soft sweep of a brush under Zhongli's eye, the tender grip of fingers against his chin… To have someone else apply your make up is an intensely intimate act. It can hardly be considered a surprise then when it leads to other, more intensely intimate acts, can it?

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Finally had the brain power to get this posted, and only a little bit late for Zhongli's birthday. Oh well

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Childe's hand was gentle on Zhongli’s chin, his breath a soft puff against his cheek. It smelled of jasmine and camellia sinensis, from the tea he'd drunk for Zhongli’s sake, despite his distaste for the "leaf water." Beneath it threaded the exotic smell of birch bark and cinnamon, that curious scent that he always carried with him. A scent that grew more and more familiar with each passing day.

"Hold still," Childe counseled, his voice scarcely more than a whisper. As if to speak any louder might break the tranquility that shrouded them. Zhongli could hardly refute that, since the low light that flickered around them and cast shadows over Childe’s boyish face was his doing, the principle much the same. As if to offer something so simple as even a harsh tone or bright light would shatter the tentative intimacy that stretched between them, as hesitant and fraught as the unplucked strings of a harp.

And so he held still, scarcely daring to even breathe as the wet tip of the brush touched his face. A thousand times before he'd felt this, the soft sweep of the bristles against his skin, the thick line of pigment inked beneath his eyes - and yet never before had it felt like this. Childe's hand was steady, and yet there was a hesitancy in his motions. A novelty.

Zhongli allowed himself the indulgence of opening his eyes despite the brush still carefully poised beneath one. Childe's lower lip was caught between his teeth, it's plush swell dimpled beneath his bite. Ginger hair spilled into his eyes, an unruly mess that only added to his charm. Dull blue eyes betrayed hidden depths, staring down at him with an intensity that spread heat over Zhongli’s cheeks. The entirety of Childe’s attention centered on him, unblinking in his focus. Had anyone ever looked at him like that before? So intimate and intent, as if Zhongli were the whole of his world. Not the god, but the man.

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[cavalierious-whim]

Morax fucks Tartaglia's tits.

Kinktober Day 2: Titty-Fuck CW: CW: Top!Tartaglia, Bottom!Zhongli, Tit-Fucking, Come Eating, Teasing, Praise Kink, Anal Sex

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[ayyezhongli]

drunken desires (top horny childe x drunk bottom zhongli)

Category: M/M

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Relationships: Childe and Zhongli

Characters: Childe and Zhongli

Tags: nsfw, non consensual, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, drugging, drinking, smut

A/N: if you are uncomfortable with nonconsensual and drugging, I advise you not to read it. But anyway, I've been searching for a drunk Zhongli smut fic everywhere and couldn't find a good one. So I thought, why not make my own? So here it is, and I hope y'all enjoy it. I had sm fun writing it, too!!

It was a beautiful fall morning. Different shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown flew through the air. A beautiful ex-archon named Zhongli walked around—taking in every color he could see and enjoying nature to its fullest. A ginger man, Childe, walked up to him, poking him lightly. He looked over at the ginger man and then back to the world.

"Good morning."

Childe said, his voice intense.

"Good morning to you, too."

Zhongli replied. His voice was as smooth as silk. They both stood there for a few minutes, looking at the beauty of nature.

"I'm glad I ran into you; I wanted to talk to you about something."

Childe said.

"What is it?"

"Well, I was wondering if you want to go to dinner with me?"

"Sure, I'd love to!"

Zhongli said, giving Childe a small smile. The ginger man smiled and said,

"Great! I'll see you at Third-Round Knockout. 8 pm!"

"Sounds good!"

"See you later!"

Childe smiled and proceeded to walk on. Zhongli watched him walk away, admiring his figure. Then he turned around and started walking towards Third-Round Knockout.

"Third-Round Knockout,"

"That's where I'll be meeting him."

He headed back home to prepare for meeting up with Childe, losing track of the time he had to rush. He wore a loose blouse, and his hair was in a ponytail. Running out the door, he grabbed his coat and hurried to the restaurant. By the time Zhongli got there, he was ten minutes late. Zhongli walked into the restaurant and was greeted by the hostess.

"Hello, may I help you?"

"Yes, I think there's a reservation under Tartaglia."

"For two?"

"Yes"

"Alright, right this way, sir."

She smiled back and led him to the table Childe was sitting at.

"Childe, I'm here!"

He said, smiling at him, slightly out of breath.

"Zhongli, I'm so glad you came!"

Once they got settled, a waiter came over and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Alex, and I'll be serving you today. Can I get you started with any drinks?"

"Oh, yes, please."

Childe said

"We'll start with some Osmanthus Wine and bring the whole bottle."

"Alright. I'll be back with your wine."

Alex said, going to get the bottle of wine.

"Whatchu thinking of getting to eat?"

Childe asked the brunette

"Hmmm... I might get the Slow-Cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup, which looks appetizing. And you?"

"I'm going to get the Prize Catch. It looks delicious."

After dealing with a previous customer, Alex headed to their table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. Setting the wine bottle down with two glasses, he took out his pad to place their order.

"Have you guys decided on what you want to get?"

Alex asked them. Childe responded first with his order.

"Let me have the prize catch."

"And for you, sir?"

Alex asked Zhongli, who was still thinking.

"Hmmm, I'll have the slow-cooked bamboo shoot soup."

"Alright, I'll return with your order in a minute."

Alex said, leaving them alone again. Childe poured the wine into each cup.

"I don't drink."

Zhongli said kindly. If Zhongli didn't drink, it would ruin his plans. He had to find a way to convince him.

"I did get your favorite wine, so let's loosen up a bit."

Not wanting to argue, Zhongli eventually agreed and took the filled glass. Childe watched closely as Zhongli pressed the glass to his lips, taking a sip. He savored the taste as he drank it all down in one go. It was delicious.

"Childe, this is exquisite!”

The ginger gave the brunette a warm smile.

"Glad you like it! Here, have more!"

He poured more into Zhongli's glass, trying to fill him up with alcohol. After some talking and tiny drinks here and there, Alex came back with the food.

"Here you go."

He said, setting down the bamboo shoot soup and the prize catch.

"Enjoy!"

"Thank you."

Zhongli said, picking up the chopsticks and digging into the dish.

"This is good."

"Mmhmm!"

Childe said, chewing his food. He washed it down with some whine and poured Zhongli another glass. He could tell Zhongli was a little tipsy when he saw his hands shaky when he held the chopsticks

"You're not drinking enough. You should have more."

Childe told him. Zhongli looked at him, wondering if he was serious.

"Well..."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Childe assured him.

"That's not where I was going with that."

Zhongli said.

"Well, all I'm saying is that I think you need to have more than just one glass."

"But I already had three glasses."

"It doesn't matter, you need to have more."

"I don't think that's necessary."

"Zhongli, you can't deny how much you've enjoyed this meal. So I think you need to have more."

"Fine, I will have another glass."

"Good!"

Childe said, pouring Zhongli another glass.

"Now, eat up! I'm sure you're hungry after all that drinking."

Zhongli ate his food and drank more wine. After finishing his meal, he felt a little dizzy.

"I think I need to sit down for a moment."

Zhongli stumbled to the chair behind him and sat down heavily. Childe followed him and sat next to him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure? You seem a little dizzy."

"No, I'm fine. I just got a little drunk."

"Oh."

"I'm fine."

Zhongli said, leaning back in the chair.

"You know what?"

"What?"

Childe asked, looking at him curiously.

"I think you're right."

"About what?" l

"About me needing to have more."

"Huh?"

"I think I need more than one glass of wine."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, why don't we try that now?"

"Okay."

Childe was surprised at Zhongli's response, but wasn't going to stop him.

"How about we start with a shot of tequila?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Alright, let's go."

Zhongli stood up slowly, feeling a little light-headed.

"No, no, no, you stay right here."

Childe said, gently placing him back in his seat.

"I'll go get the drinks and be right back."

Childe said, getting up himself.

This was the finishing shot, and he'll finally have everything all set in motion. He grabbed the two tequilas from the bar and walked back over. Without anyone noticing, he slipped in some GHB powder and mixed it up in the drink. When he returned, he handed Zhongli the drink and sat back down.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

Zhongli took the drink and quickly downed it. He coughed a little and put his hand over his mouth.

"That was strong."

"That's the shot!"

Childe said, handing Zhongli another one.

"Come on, you can do better than that."

Zhongli downed the second shot and coughed again.

"Wow, that was even stronger."

"There you go, you did great."

Childe said, patting Zhongli on the back.

"I think we should call it a night."

"Yeah, I think so too."

"Do you want to go home?"

"Sure, let's go."

Zhongli stood up and swayed a little bit when he tried to walk. He was drunk, super drunk. Childe placed Zhongli's arm around his neck and started to walk out, supporting Zhongli.

"We'll go to my place."

Zhongli nodded. He could've sworn he saw Childe grin. He had an evil grin, but maybe he was just too drunk. They left the restaurant and made their way to Childe's house.

"Let's get you inside."

Childe said as he put in the code and opened the door. Once inside, he closed the door and placed Zhongli on his bed softly. Childe removed Zhongli's shoes and his own and went to the other room. Zhongli was starting to feel the effects of the drug already. His head was spinning, his heart was pounding, and his body was tingling. The feeling of the drug coursing through his veins was making him feel hot. He was starting to sweat. He was too weak to remove his clothes, his breathing was unsteady, and he felt himself getting warmer and warmer. Hotter and hotter, something was building up inside him that needed to be released. Childe could hear Zhongli's small moans from the other room and feel himself growing hard.

He was going to fuck this man. He had wanted to for so long. He was going to make Zhongli cum like he never had before. It was time to take control. He quietly walked into the bedroom and watched Zhongli. His eyes were closed, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and his legs were spread open. His hands rested on his thighs, and his fingers were slightly curled. He was lying on his side, still wearing his shirt and pants. His legs were spread apart, and Childe could see his cock straining against his pants. He looked so sexy. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by watching Zhongli drunk and drugged. It was turning him on so much that he thought he might cum right there. But he had to control himself. He had to wait until Zhongli was entirely under his control. He had to make sure he was utterly helpless. And he knew exactly how to do it.

He slowly moved closer to Zhongli, standing behind him. He reached out and grabbed Zhongli's shirt and pulled it off his shoulders, exposing his naked chest. He ran his hand down Zhongli's chest, feeling the soft skin, and then moved lower, running his hand across Zhongli's stomach and down to his crotch. Zhongli gasped at the touch of Childe's hand on his crotch. He moaned and arched his hips forward, trying to get Childe's hand on his cock. Childe ignored his moans and continued to explore Zhongli's body.

He ran his hand over Zhongli's nipples and felt them grow hard. He pinched them lightly, causing Zhongli to gasp and arch his back even more. He moved his hand down Zhongli's belly and to his cock. He stroked Zhongli's cock, feeling it grow harder and thicker in his hand. Zhongli was groaning and thrusting his hips into Childe's hand. Childe smiled. He knew he had him now. He was going to have his way with this man. He would use him however he wanted. He would make him beg for mercy. He would make him suck his cock. He would make him cum all over himself. He would make Zhongli scream in pleasure.

He was going to give Zhongli everything he had ever dreamed about. Zhongli was so horny. And Childe had been dreaming about Zhongli for a very long time. He had been thinking about him for so long, fantasizing about him. He was jacking off to all the naughty things he wanted to do to Zhongli. And now, he is finally here. The once calm, reserved, and polite man, who holds an air of nostalgia, is right before him, needy and whining for his cock.

Zhongli was so close to losing control. He was so close to begging Childe to fuck him. He was so close to begging Childe to fill him with his thick cock. He was so close to cumming all over himself. He needed Childe's cock. He wanted it so badly. He needed it inside him, in his mouth. He needed it everywhere and needed it now so bad.

He needed to be fucked, used, dominated, owned. And he was going to get what he wanted. Childe was going to fuck him. He was going to fuck him until he came. And when he did, he would fill Zhongli's tight little hole with his cum. Childe took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against Zhongli's smooth ass. Zhongli moaned as Childe's cock slid over his skin. He pushed his ass back against Childe's cock, wanting it inside.

"Please," he begged.

"Please fuck me."

Childe laughed.

"You want my cock?"

He asked.

"You want my big, fat cock? You want to feel my cock slide into your tight little ass?"

Zhongli nodded frantically.

"Say it. Tell me what you want."

Zhongli couldn't believe that he was doing this. He was begging Childe to fuck him. He was begging to be fucked by Childe's colossal cock.

"I want your cock," he said.

"I want you to fuck me, use me, dominate me. Please fuck me!"

Childe smiled. He liked hearing Zhongli talk dirty. It made him even hornier.

"Tell me how much you want it," he demanded.

"Tell me how much you want my cock."

Zhongli was moaning. He was so horny. So fucking horny. He needed to be fucked. He needed to be fucked hard.

"I want your cock. I want it in my ass. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me like you own me."

Zhongli was so turned on that he didn't care if anyone heard him. He didn't care if anyone saw him. He just needed Childe's cock. He needed it so badly. He needed it in his ass.

"Please, Childe! I want you to fill me up, use me as your fuck toy. Please, I want it so fucking badly!"

Zhongli was practically screaming now. He couldn't believe that he was saying these things. He was telling Childe precisely what he wanted. And Childe loved it. He loved hearing Zhongli beg. He loved hearing Zhongli beg to be fucked. He loved knowing that Zhongli was a total slut, a submissive slut. He loved that Zhongli was his. He loved that he could use Zhongli any way he wanted. And Zhongli knew that. He knew that he was completely at Childe's mercy. He knew he had to do whatever Childe told him to do.

"Well, you're not getting it. Not yet."

Zhongli almost burst into tears with how sexually frustrated he was.

"But I will let you have something else instead."

Childe said, pulling Zhongli's head up by the hair.

"I'm going to fuck your pretty little face. I'm going to fuck your throat until you choke on my cock. I'm going to make you gag on my cock. Then I'm going to make you lick my balls clean."

Zhongli's eyes went wide. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"That's right. You don't get to have my cock in your ass. But I'll let you have my cum in your mouth. I'll give you my load, which will go down your throat, choking on my cum."

"Now turn around and face me."

Childe said as he slapped Zhongli's ass. Zhongli did as he was told. He turned around and faced Childe. Childe smacked Zhongli's ass again.

"Open your mouth."

Childe ordered. Zhongli obeyed immediately. Childe grabbed Zhongli's hair and forced his cock into Zhongli's mouth. Zhongli gagged and tried to pull away. Childe held his head still and pushed his cock deeper into Zhongli's mouth. Childe started thrusting his cock in and out of Zhongli's mouth.

"Suck my cock. Suck my cock like a good little slut. That's right. You're my little cum slut!"

Zhongli gagged again and again. Childe kept fucking Zhongli's mouth. Zhongli's saliva was dripping off his chin. His eyes were watering. The taste of Childe's pre-cum was all over Zhongli's tongue. Zhongli felt Childe's cock twitch in his mouth. He knew that Childe was about to cum. And he knew he would swallow every drop of Childe's cum. Zhongli looked up at Childe. Childe was about to cum. And Zhongli wanted it. He wanted to taste Childe's cum. He tried to feel Childe's cum in his mouth. Childe stared back at him. He smiled. Childe came hard. He shot his load straight into Zhongli's throat. Zhongli choked and gagged. But he swallowed every last drop. When Childe finished cumming, he pulled his cock out of Zhongli's mouth. Zhongli gasped for air. He coughed and sputtered. He could taste Childe's cum in his mouth. It tasted so good. Childe laughed.

"Good boy. Now clean my cock."

Childe said. Zhongli eagerly complied. He cleaned Childe's cock with his tongue. He sucked Childe's cock clean. Zhongli felt like a complete whore. He was a cum slut. He was a cock sucker. He was a cum enslaved person. He was nothing more than a worthless cumslut. Zhongli was so happy. He didn't care anymore. He loved the taste of Childe's cum.

"Now, get on your hands and knees."

Childe commanded. Zhongli got on his knees. He looked up at Childe. Childe smiled. He loved that Zhongli belonged to him. Childe grabbed Zhongli's hips and shoved his cock deep inside Zhongli's ass. Zhongli let out a loud cry. He felt the head of Childe's cock pop into his ass. He was so full. Childe grabbed Zhongli's hips and started thrusting in and out of Zhongli's ass. Zhongli moaned loudly. He couldn't help himself. He loved being used. He loved being fucked. He loved feeling Childe's cock in his ass.

Childe thrust harder and faster. He fucked Zhongli's ass like a jackhammer. Zhongli cried out with each thrust.

"You like this? Huh? You like my cock in your ass?"

Childe asked. Childe slapped Zhongli's ass.

"Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me!"

Zhongli begged.

"Please fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"

Zhongli cried. Childe slapped Zhongli's ass again.

"I'm going to cum!"

Childe grunted, and Zhongli could tell by Childe's voice that he was close. He felt Childe's cock swell. He felt Childe's cock throb. He felt Childe's cock pulse. Then, Childe erupted inside Zhongli's ass. He came hard. He came so much that he filled Zhongli's ass with his cum. He came so much that it leaked out around Childe's cock. Childe pulled out of Zhongli's ass. Zhongli dropped to the floor when Childe got up. He searched through his drawers and pulled out what looked like a tail. He walked back over to Zhongli with it in hand.

"Prostrate yourself."

Childe commanded. Zhongli did as he was told. He prostrated himself before Childe. Childe walked behind Zhongli. He wiggled the anal plug inside Zhongli to prevent any more cum leaking out. It had to stay in there. Zhongli cried out a little.

"You're not to take that out without my permission. If you do so, you will get punished."

Childe said, his voice strong and deep. He walked over to the bathing room and turned on the water. Once the water was warm enough, he returned and picked up Zhongli, carrying him to the bath.

"Let's get you washed up, okay?"

Childe said, his tone softening a bit.

"Thank you, Master."

Zhongli replied.

"You're welcome."

Childe said. Zhongli lay down in the bath. The water was warm and soothing. He closed his eyes and relaxed. Childe gently washed him, which made him so comfortable to the point where he fell asleep in the tub. Childe smirked and kissed the brunette's forehead. He quickly cleaned himself up before dressing the two for bed. He put Zhongli's clothes on Zhongli's body and dressed himself up in his clothes. He then led Zhongli to his bedroom. He lay Zhongli down on the bed and then crawled into bed next to Zhongli. He wrapped his arms around Zhongli and hugged him tightly.

"Good night, Zhongli."

Childe said. Zhongli smiled sleepily at him.

"Good night, Master."

Zhongli replied. They both drifted off to sleep.

A/N: there might be a part 2, but I don't know. we'll see cs i got a lotta other stories to work on and update. hope yall enjoyed this tho!

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[kismeteors]

hello everyone!! ive written a zhongchi fic about childe's first time

here's where you can go read it, if you're interested! :D i hope that you'll enjoy it!! and thank you so much for the support so far, it means the world to me <33

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[silenceonset]

“Childe,” Zhongli says, voice low and serious. “I never received any of your letters.”

Childe blinks.

“Yeah?” He smiles a little sadly at Zhongli. “Maybe they got lost in transit.”

Zhongli’s eyebrows furrow slightly at the obvious lie, but he nods anyway. The silence in the air grows thick, and Childe finds it harder and harder to breathe.

In which Childe returns to Liyue months later, and an attempt at reconciliation is made.

finally got around to finishing this wip that’s been sitting in my folder for months, enjoy :)

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[story-runaway]

Here’s a Zhongchi smutfic that completely ran away from me lol. It’s AO3 user only, so you’ll need an account to see.

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[69misato69]

Game Over (Childe x Zhongli) ✦ 2k, smut

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zl blows childe under the table while he's gaming on a call with itto & thoma, he also has a belly button piercing with childe's initials on it plus a high ponytail

cw: overstimulation, unprotected anal sex, anal fingering, ejaculation, consensual gay sex, blowjobs, handjobs, praise and degradation, mention of CNC, asphyxiation, blood, choking and gagging, masturbation

Top Childe x Bottom Zhongli

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

“Bro what the fuck.” Itto sighed as the pathetic loss flashed onto the screen. Childe fixed his headset with a chuckle, “Alright alright, calm down. It’s Thoma’s first time, cut him some slack.” Thoma was awfully silent, Childe switched to the voice channel to check if he was still there. “Ah, no. Sorry. I don’t know, honestly. It looks pretty easy when Ayato plays it.” 

Itto yawned, “Don’t worry, we’ll whip you into shape in no time. One more before I sleep?” Everyone approved and the screen began loading for the new round.  “Itto, remember when we taught Ayato?” The oni let out the loudest cackle, “Man, how can I forget? He sucked so bad.” 

Thoma burst out laughing, Childe’s eyes were fixated on the screen, red and puffy when he suddenly felt a hand run up his leg. “Fuck.” he flinched, “Dead already?” Itto asked. Childe looked down to find Zhongli under the table, on his knees with nothing but his boxers and a high ponytail, his hand kept trailing upward, “Answer him.” Zhongli whispered so the mic wouldn’t pick up his voice. 

Childe directed his eyes at the screen again, “Oh…No I’m fine. Just didn’t see it coming.” Itto hummed. 

“So you’re saying the flashbang is more important?”

“Exactly bro, because even if you miss you still need the cover to change positions, get what I’m saying?”

“Aah, I see. But how about…”

Childe quickly switched to the chat to mute himself. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, unable to look down. “Hmm, take a guess Ajax.” Zhongli began undoing his pants, Childe could feel him looking up, examining his body. “Babe I really can’t right now.” his voice softened. His pants were already lowered down to his ankles. 

Zhongli ran his hands along his legs soothingly, “You don’t have to do anything.” “Go Thoma, I’ll cover.” Childe spoke into the mic and muted himself immediately right after. “Aren’t you tired?”

“I am…But I miss you.” He rubbed his cheek over Childe’s thighs “I miss making you feel good.” The ginger exhaled, Zhongli’s seductive voice sending a shiver down his spine. He retracted to a safe area momentarily and looked down, examining his boyfriend. 

“Your hair looks so pretty. Is it for me?” He ran his fingers through the silky, golden-brown ponytail. Itto was yelling in the background, asking Childe why he was standing still. 

“Yeah but…it’s too long. Can we cut it tomorrow? It’s my day off.” Zhongli rested his head on the ginger’s lap.

“Of course, princess. And a bath?”

“I’ll wash you and you’ll wash me.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Zhongli’s eyes sparkled as the ginger picked up the mouse again. Childe knew this sparkle, this smile, especially this voice all too well. They were inevitably spending some time apart because of Zhongli’s workload at his new job. Childe could handle it quite well, when he came home Zhongli was usually back, knocked out on the couch.

He carried him to the bed and cuddled him all night every night, kissed him all over until the morning so that he wouldn’t have any nightmares. And by the time he eventually fell asleep and woke up, Zhongli was out of the house, but then again, Childe wasn’t suffering all that much. 

On the contrary, he knew how needy Zhongli was. Even when Childe left for business trips for a few days, he’d always find him drooling upon his return. Now the way he was talking, slithering over Childe and looking up at him with a whoreish look, he was realizing that it was going to be a long night. 

His shorts and underwear were already lowered to the floor, Zhongli took a long lick from his semi-erect cock all the way up to his chest. Childe hissed, he could see the brunette’s back arch from the corner of his eye. Zhongli raised himself by holding onto Childe’s knees and swirled his tongue around his nipples. 

Thanks to Itto never shutting up, neither of them were realizing that he was on mute, but Childe was missing kills left and right, everytime he tried to aim Zhongli noticed his hand and bit down on the sensitive spots, stroking him up and down as Childe let out soft moans. His other hand was stuffed in his own boxers, rocking into Childe’s leg as he also played with himself. 

“Are you watching the game just to sabotage me?”

“Not really…but your fingers. You should put them to good use.”

“You think so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Stop touching yourself then.”

“But I want to.” Zhongli whined, though it was convincing, Childe could tell that he just wanted to be difficult, he knew obeying always paid off but apparently he felt like being a brat today, and so Childe decided to play along. “If you wait like a good boy I’ll do it for you.”  

“Can’t promise anything.” Zhongli moved higher and whispered in his ear, leaving kisses down his neck and shoulders. Childe wrapped the ponytail around his fist, swiftly knocking him to the ground, “You’re such a fucking tease. Stay down until I’m done.” 

Zhongli was staggered, though he quickly recovered back on his knees. “Hmm, can’t focus on your game?” He wrapped his lips around Childe’s tip, slowly swallowing the rest as the ginger sank on the chair with a deep groan. He pushed Zhongli’s head all the way down, gagging him but seeing no sign of resistance.  

He clutched tight on Childe’s pale thighs, twisting his tongue around the shaft. Using the distraction as an advantage, his hand dove back in his underwear, low moans vibrating on his open lips. Childe pushed him away by the throat and spoke into the microphone, “Thanks guys, I gotta go but let’s play again tomorrow.” 

“Hey hey hey wait you-” Itto’s voice cut off halfway and Childe let him go and threw away the headset. Zhongli was a little disoriented, looking up with hazy and sleepy eyes. Childe grabbed his arms and harshly pulled him onto his lap. 

“What’s your problem?” he asked firmly, holding his chin. Zhongli was unfazed, he settled down, pushing back on his boyfriend’s erection with a grin, “It’s been a week.”

“Yes but you come back tired. I don’t wanna wake you up just to fuck.” 

“So don’t.”

“What’s the point if you’re not awake?” Childe lowered the fabric and spread his cheeks, teasing the entrance with his index finger. Zhongli leaned on his chest, resting his chin on Childe’s shoulder, letting out breathy moans in anticipation, “Doesn’t need to have a point. Just…have it your way. I’m all yours.”  

“You’re sick.” Childe scolded, he pushed in with no warning, curling his finger upward but Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he was grinding into his hand, yearning for more. Childe pinned him by the waist to limit his movement, “I can’t hear you moan like a slut if you’re asleep, can I?” he whispered. 

Zhongli was already gasping for air, “I’m barely touching you. Are you that thirsty?” Childe asked with a mean tone, purposefully not picking up the pace. 

“Ajax…Please stop teasing me.” Zhongli whimpered.

“Do you think you get a say?”

“I…No.”

“Go sit, do it yourself.” 

Zhongli settled on the couch, spreading his legs and presenting himself as Childe sat down on the floor. He took a deep breath and licked his fingers, pushing them in one by one while the ginger looked up at his face. He loved Zhongli like this, eyes rolling back, a thin thread of saliva dripping down from the corner of his open mouth letting out curses and moans. 

Childe caressed his thighs, his fingers trailing up to Zhongli’s belly button and tugging on the navel piercing’s dangling part. It was baby blue just like Childe’s eyes, shaped like a teardrop with his initials plated in gold. “You wear it to work?” he put his hands on the couch to the sides of Zhongli’s hips and highered himself to face him. 

“I never take it off.” Zhongli brushed his nose against Childe’s, connecting their lips for a heated kiss. Childe really wanted him to suffer more but he was also getting worked up. He grabbed the brunette, kneading his hips roughly, Zhongli was struggling to kiss him back as his own fingers slipped in and out smoothly. Childe’s tongue reached back into his throat, making it even harder to breathe while their hardened cocks rubbed on each other.   

“You’ll behave?” Childe moved away and cupped his cheek.

“I’ll be so good for you, please…Ajax.”

“Cum.” he ordered and Zhongli’s hand wrapped around his cock. 

“No, hands off.”

“Wh—How? I need to—”

“Do it and I’ll give you what you want.”

Zhongli hummed, he was desperate to be touched, to be filled up. He leaned back in for a kiss, focusing on Childe’s weight, to his hands roaming around his torso and pinching his hardened nipples. Zhongli suddenly realized how hard Childe was just by watching him touch himself, he picked up the pace imagining his fingers instead, and soon after he sprayed both their stomachs white with a loud moan. 

“Good boy.” Childe brushed the hair off his face, “I think you deserve a treat.” He laid Zhongli on his back, getting on top and lubing up with his own spit. Zhongli’s legs wrapped around his waist, caging his lower body tightly. 

“Ajax…I missed you…so much.” 

“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you a week’s worth.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a threat.” Childe stood on his knees, pulling Zhongli’s ass closer to himself and plunged in far and harsh.

“That’s—Ah! Fucking deep.”   

“Well, at least nobody’s stretching you out at the office.”

“No, I just jerk off to your photos in the bathroom.”

Childe slapped him harshly across the cheek, “You pervert, that’s disgusting.” 

“Fuck…A—again.” 

It was mind-blowing how Zhongli was a completely different person when he was horny. He presented as such a distinguished gentleman, most likely very well-articulated at work as always, but Childe could easily picture him going out of a meeting and jerk-off in the bathroom. He had zero shame at those moments, just carnal desires. He would say things he normally wouldn’t in a million years, he’d beg Childe, cry and scream until he was satisfied. 

Childe swung another slap, “Can’t believe how filthy you are sometimes.” he spat out. Zhongli laughed hysterically, completely bathed in euphoria, his mind was at a blank trying to register the pleasure and the pain. He screamed in agony with every thrust, letting Childe use him up however he pleased, allowing his body to be rocked rhythmically.

Though he sometimes came off as needy and selfish, all he cared about was pleasing Childe. Making him weak always felt like winning the lottery, Zhongli wanted him to collapse just by feeling how warm and tight he was for him. Laid out, legs spread, hair scattered all over their bed, that’s how he wanted to be in Childe’s head, the subject of all his desires.

Childe pulled out and flipped him over, the marks of his fingers were burnt red on Zhongli’s pale skin, he raised his ass up, back arched as much as humanly possible. Childe grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his head down harshly on the pillow. Zhongli’s muffled moans escaped onto the fabric as Childe ruthlessly slid back into him, he was panting loudly, squeezing and slapping the brunette’s ass, digging his nails deep enough to draw blood. 

Zhongli was sobbing, practically drowning in his tears, gasping for air as he held onto the edge of the pillow. Childe was pushing down so hard that it felt like his neck was about to snap. He kept fucking into Zhongli viciously with zero regard to the defects he was creating. Within such a short amount of time his body was so torn up, bruises, bite and hand marks all over his porcelain skin. 

Childe sat on the couch and pulled the brunette to his lap, admiring his face. Zhongli didn’t waste a second before swallowing him up and starting to ride back and forth. Compared to the tears that ran down his face from pleasure usually, this time he was actually crying, sobbing with hiccups that blended into moans and whimpers while his body squirmed. All his muscles contracted, tightening around Childe who assisted him by leading his hips.  

Childe’s breathing was now closer to its normal pace, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Zhongli’s face, his teary half-lidded eyes and rosy cheeks. He pulled his boyfriend closer for a hug, gluing their bodies together as he banged against the brunette’s prostate repeatedly. 

“Ajax…” Zhongli moaned softly in his ear. Over and over again. Mixed with his beautiful moans and sobs. Soon after Childe pushed him all the way down, releasing shakily and burying himself deep inside Zhongli. Their breaths were taken away as they sat in that position, covered in sweat, blood and cum. 

Childe soothingly ran his fingers along Zhongli’s now messed up hair, peppering kisses on his shoulders to help him calm down. Zhongli pulled away and held the ginger’s face in his palms. “Let’s go again.”

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[keicordelle]

Beneath the Human Guise

Fandom: Genshin Impact Rating: E Pairing: Childe/Zhongli/Xiao Word Count: 5.2k Tags: Established Relationship, Threesome - M/M/M, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Adeptal Transformations, Top Tartaglia | Childe, Switch Zhongli, Bottom Xiao, POV Third Person

Summary: Zhongli fell apart so easily, coming undone beneath Childe's hands and his lips. But Xiao... for all the time they'd been together, not once had Childe seen Xiao slip from his human form even in the deepest throes of pleasure.

It looked like Childe was just going to have to work harder.

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Pale flesh bled into obsidian beneath the pads of Childe’s fingers as he traced along the muscled curve of Zhongli's shoulder. His wanton moans filled Childe’s ears like the sweetest music, nearly drowning out the oiled shlick of his cock as it slid between Zhongli’s supple cheeks to bury itself in his ass. A haze of Geo swirled lazily through the air like an earthen shroud, heralding the Geo Lord's building pleasure just as much as his low moans and the quiver of his muscles beneath Childe’s hands. The wet smack of lips drew Childe’s attention down the strong lines of Zhongli's body to where Xiao knelt before him, his golden eyes fixed on Zhongli's face as he swallowed down the Archon's cock. Spit dripped from between his lips, his pupils blown wide and the red liner beneath his eyes smudged to make him the perfect picture of debauchery, sucking happily at his Lord's dick while Childe fucked him from behind. Between them, Zhongli writhed, caught between the attention of his two lovers ravishing him at once.

Zhongli cried out as Childe slammed home within him, the plush muscle of his ass quivering from the impact. Zhongli clenched down around him, the edges of his form blurring as his head tipped back, spilling dark hair tinged with glowing amber down his back and over his shoulder to tease at Xiao's cheek. Antlers sprouted through the tangled mess of hair, his thick, scaled tail arching from his spine to curl around Childe’s waist, the yellow, cloud-like plume on the end tickling at his ribs.

Childe chuckled as he tugged the broad appendage to the side where it wouldn't impede his thrust, stroking along the dark scales to feel the flex of muscle beneath. "Looks like Xiansheng is enjoying himself."

Zhongli let out a strangled moan in answer, obediently holding his tail aside for him. Childe’s hands shifted down to grip his hips, holding him steady as he pounded into his tight hole. On his other side, Xiao redoubled his efforts, bracing himself against Zhongli's thighs as he bobbed messily along his cock, lewd noises rising from him to twine with Zhongli's lust-addled voice and the oil-slicked slap of skin on skin.

Zhongli's breath caught as the pleasure they lavished upon him became overwhelming, driving him over the edge of orgasm between one stroke and the next. His insides clamped down around Childe’s shaft, the tight heat of his body squeezing around him like he was trying to suck his soul out through his dick - and Childe would be more than happy to let him. Xiao spluttered as Zhongli spilled himself down his throat, his cum hot and thick over his tongue as he struggled to swallow it all down. A rivulet of white escaped his lips to drip down his chin, and Childe wet his lips as he watched its slow trail, longing blooming beneath his breast to lean down and lick it up. Xiao's eyes flicked up to meet Childe’s as his tongue darted out to lap up the stray drop, something like pride in his heated gaze as he drank down every last drop. Childe held his gaze as he fucked Zhongli through his release, thrusting shallowly just the way he liked it as he spent himself fully, Xiao lapping obediently at his cock to ensure not a single drop of spend was wasted.

Zhongli slumped between them, his tail sweeping along the floor as he panted, "Stop, enough, enough." Childe drew to a halt, shooting a grin at Xiao as he sat back on his heels while Zhongli panted for breath between them. The corner of Xiao's lips quirked as he tipped his head in answer, a silent acknowledgment of their shared pride in being able to so thoroughly pleasure their ancient lover.

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[cavalierious-whim]

Of Thrones and Fantasies

Part of 'my rock, my shield'.

Morax cuts a meeting short because he's hot and bothered.

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Morax finds that he cannot stop staring. 

He should pay attention. Alhaitham’s mouth moves, his voice drones on, and it won’t be long before he says something borderline rude, forcing Morax’s attention back to him. He can split it—his attention. Usually. He’s fairly practiced at letting half of his brain ruminate on his work while the rest of it wanders, but Morax finds himself in the strange predicament of being entirely unable to sort out his brain as effectively as he normally does. 

It’s Tartaglia’s fault. His mate—oh, what a darling thought. It’s Morax’s fault too, he supposes. His inevitable heat inches closer and closer, and Morax finds himself itchy, agitated, and hot underneath the collar. 

“And if you were to lend us—”

Morax’s gaze shifts to Tartaglia who stands there stiff-backed and bored. He yawns, hiding it politely behind a gloved palm—but even in his boredom, his attention remains sharp. His eyes dart around the room, watching their visitors. So protective. Morax smiles, his chin resting against his knuckles as his gaze drops to leer somewhere… less appropriate. What a good boy, he thinks, remembering Alhaitham’s quip about Tartaglia being his little guard dog. Not entirely untrue. Certainly amusing. 

“Your Eminence?”

Right. Right. Morax is supposed to be working. When he looks back at Alhaitham, he sighs at his frown. “Grand Sage—”

“With all due respect, Your Eminence—”

“There is no need to call me that.”

Alhaitham’s mouth twitches ever so slightly. “Your Highness,” he amends. Better. Less… formal. Morax is tired of being reminded that he’s an Emperor; the robes and throne are more than enough to hammer the idea home. “If you could find yourself less distracted, we can sort out the details of our truce.”

Oh. Morax’s expression tightens. “How bold,” he says then, giving Alhaitham a smirk. Tartaglia shifts beside him, mildly uncomfortable. When he meets Morax’s gaze, his eyes are narrowed and suspicious. Morax shoots him a lopsided grin in return. “I wasn’t distracted, I was merely—”

“Watching your little guard dog. Yes, I saw.” Tartaglia shifts his weight and Alhaitham’s gaze settles on him. “Down, boy. I mean no harm.”

If it would not start a war, Morax would be meaner, but he’s already picked a fight with the Tsaritsa, and he rather likes Lesser Lord Kusanali, so he stays the smart retort that sits on the tip of his tongue. “A truce,” he says instead, still resting his chin against his knuckles. “You come here and demand my help, and call it a truce?”

“Yes, well, it’s the rot of your lands creeping into Sumeru, is it not? Karma seems to know no bounds. Our forest is withering away.” 

Morax hums. “I’ve been unable to stop it here, as well, you know. What makes you think I’d be of any use?”

“I know you can’t stop it, but your adepti are known to stay it for the time being. Lend us a few.”

It is not a terrible idea. Morax has a few spare yaksha here and there, and a handful might enjoy the change of scenery. Still, he can’t let Alhaitham think that he’s won. 

“I’ll consider it,” says Morax. “Retire for the night and we’ll reconvene tomorrow.”

“Your Highness—”

“I’m tired. You’re tired. We’re all tired.” Then Morax gives him a sordid smile, one that pulls at the corners of his eyes. “Not to mention I have a guard dog to tend to.”

Tartaglia will be so annoyed. Morax looks and he’s already dragging a hand down his face, cheeks pink with embarrassment. 

“If that is all, you make take your leave.” Morax’s gaze slides around the room. “All of you, in fact. Save Tartaglia. We’ll be fine on our own.”

Alhaitham bows politely and turns on his heel to leave, followed by the rest of Morax’s servants set about the room. Xiao doesn’t leave, stiff in his spot as he casts a narrowed, disapproving glance at Morax. Morax laughs softly at the sight. “Xiao, that includes you.”

“My lord—”

“This room is safe enough and Tartaglia is here. Leave us, please.”

Xiao’s expression melts into a glare directed in Tartaglia’s direction. “I—ugh.” And then he’s gone, winking away, tendrils of his power lingering behind in a haze.

“I think you annoyed him,” says Tartaglia. He relaxes, leaning against the throne now that they are alone. “Then again, my general existence seems to annoy him—hey.”

Morax tugs Tartaglia close roughly, enough so that Tartaglia nearly trips over his boots. “Better,” he murmurs when Tartaglia stands before him. When sitting down on his throne, Tartaglia’s groin is level with his face. “Do you know how distracting you are?” asks Morax, leaning forward to rest his cheek against Tartaglia’s thigh, rubbing against it much like a cat would.

“Are you—shit, what’s the word you used—scenting me?”

Morax had explained it to him, finally. His heat, the nesting tendencies, those old, annoying instincts that have begun to rear their ugly head in the presence of a willing, virile mate. Scenting was one of the more embarrassing ones, as innocent as it is. 

“There are few left that would even realize,” purrs Morax. 

“Xiao is one of them,” sighs Tartaglia. He isn’t annoyed. A little amused, but never annoyed. His hand drops against Morax’s head and he pets his hair sweetly. “He doesn’t need to smell it.”

“He smells it every day, I assure you.”

“Ah. That’s why he’s always giving me the stink eye.”

Morax laughs and nips at the thick material of Tartaglia’s trousers. “The Grand Sage was right, of course. I’m incredibly distracted. You always smell divine, and I find myself wanting, needing.”

Even just a touch, he thinks. That would be enough to satisfy the tightness in his gut—just his mate nearby, and that sharp scent of ocean salt and Abyssal Taint. 

“I get it. I—” Tartaglia cuts himself off abruptly. Morax looks up at him through long lashes, hands sliding up the length of his thighs. “Morax,” he warns.

Morax ignores him, knowing that it isn’t a true protest. Tartaglia’s restraint is paper-thin and he’s quick to give into his whims. Morax hums softly, palming over the front of Tartaglia’s trousers, seeking out the object of his desire. He still looks at Tartaglia, smirking gently at how easily he responds, his legs widening their stance slightly. 

“Zhongli,” he hisses when Morax squeezes his half-hard cock through his trousers. “We’re—”

“Alone,” cuts in Morax. He leans forward and nuzzles Tartaglia’s length through his clothing with his nose. “I cannot wait until later. You know this. I know this. I’ve already told you that I’m needy beyond reason, and it’s because—” He doesn’t say it. He doesn’t need to. Tartaglia’s pupils are blown wide at the thought, and his throat bobs as he swallows.

Morax stands and tilts close, one hand curling around Tartaglia’s neck, and the other still cupping his now fully-hard erection. “If I had the choice, I would squirrel you away. Trust me, Ajax, there is nothing more that I want. But, alas, we have work, and until my heat properly comes, we’ll have to make due.”

Tartaglia’s mouth drops open to ask what he means, only to grunt as Morax pulls at him to swap their positions. The hand around Tartaglia’s neck pushes against his shoulders, guiding him down. “Wait, Zhongli—”

“Sit.”

Tartaglia sits and Morax takes a moment to admire the way he settles so naturally into his throne. Like he belongs there. His mate, worthy of a dragon, worthy of being not just a consort, but an emperor himself. 

Morax settles across his lap and leans close. “So good for me,” he says, playing with the collar of Tartaglia’s uniform. “You should see what you look like, spread out over my throne.”

“Zhongli, I’m not getting undressed.”

“No, you aren’t.” Morax tilts, rolling their hips together. “Like this,” he sighs, curling his arms around Tartaglia’s neck.

Tartaglia’s hands find Morax’s waist, squeezing at it through the thick silk of his formal robes. But instead of stopping him, Tartaglia guides him instead, and slotting Morax against him just so. “What if someone comes in?”

“If it’s Katya she’ll only tease us. If it’s anyone else, I’ll remind them that I am their Lord and Ruler.”

Tartaglia clicks his tongue and gives him a teasing smirk. “Wicked thing, using your station like that.”

“Using.” The word falls from Morax’s tongue, tinged with annoyance. “You make it sound so sordid, so…” He huffs, chuckling, then tilts his face closer to nip at Tartaglia’s neck. “You are my mate and I’ll do as I wish with you, when and where I want.”

Which they do, often and frequently. There are corners of the palace corridors that are painted with memories of their flustered shenanigans. Tartaglia will turn red in the face as they pass by them but Morax just feels affection flood his chest. This, however, is one place they’ve never indulged—the throne room. 

“Darling. I can feel you,” he teases, whispering into Tartaglia’s ear. Another roll of his hips, another grind of their hard lengths together. Morax’s cock twitches, leaking at the tip, and wetting the insides of his robes. The silk is soft as it slides across his cock, and he moans softly against Tartaglia’s jaw. 

There is a franticness to how they move against each other. Tartaglia curses, his fingers tightening around Morax’s hip. He meets his movements, head falling back against the glittering stone of Morax’s Geo-encased throne.  “Quickly, Zhongli,” he mutters, pulling Morax’s face to his until their breaths mingle. “We’ve gotta make this quick.”

Morax kisses him, smiling against his mouth, his laughter getting swallowed up. “Just a taste. Mhmm. And then later—”

“Yeah, later.” Tartaglia leans his forehead against Morax’s, eyes slipping closed. 

Morax could eat him up. He could claw him open, crawl right in, and make a home. And Tartaglia would let him; Tartaglia would welcome him with open arms, murmuring sweet nothings, and praises, and basking in the warmth of their shared heat. 

“Fuck,” hisses Tartaglia then, pulling Morax against him roughly. “I’m—hah.” His hips rise. His erection must ache, and Morax’s cock twitches as it slides along his. They frot like that, groaning at the stiff friction against their clothing. 

Morax could pull open his trousers and get a proper hand around Tartaglia’s cock, but there’s something fun about doing it just like this, like teenagers, like horny young things who are too desperate to go about this properly. Later, he’d said. Later he’ll let Tartaglia pull him apart carefully, but for now, this is what they do, rolling together like the tide against the shore.

Tartaglia groans, his eyelids fluttering. A crease mars his forehead—Morax knows that look. “If you’re close, darling, there isn’t a need to hold on.”

“That’s—Zhongli.”

Morax laughs, a deep sound against Tartaglia’s ear. He kisses the shell of it, his tongue snaking out to flick the forked tip against the edge. Tartaglia whimpers against his throat. He grinds against Morax with unsteady, stuttered movements, and then stills with a grunt. 

Perfection. Morax nips at his ear, coming as well, soiling the inside of his robes with his spend. He peels back and kisses Tartaglia’s sweaty brow.

It sinks in, then, just what they’ve done, how Tartaglia sits on his throne with the Emperor splayed across his lap. He groans, this time in embarrassment, not heady lust, and he hides his face against Morax’s nape. “I’m going to have to change,” he mutters. 

“There are worse things.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Like leaving your mate bereft and wanting.”

Tartaglia snorts against his shoulder and then tilts his face to kiss the silk collar there. “Bereft,” he repeats. “You’ve been using that word a lot lately.”

“How can I not? Ajax, my instincts run wild and they will only get worse.”

Until he’s satiated, full and fat of Tartaglia’s come, the illusion of being bred is finally fulfilled. Morax blames his lizard brain. Those old nesting tendencies. How much he loves his darling knight and the sweet way he takes care of him. Even now, Tartaglia watches him with pinked cheeks and affectionate eyes. 

“You were staring at my dick,” says Tartaglia with a wolfish grin. “Everyone noticed.”

“And everyone should. You are mine.” Morax cradles Tartaglia’s face between his hands and kisses the tip of his nose. Then his mouth, short and sweet, before pulling away and standing. He sighs at his soiled clothing—but then Tartaglia waves his hand, his Vision glows, and suddenly, the inside of Morax’s robes are… considerably drier than before.

He gives Tartaglia a curious look. “It’s—well, it isn’t gone. I just… removed the water. The rest of it is still…” Tartaglia cringes, rubbing at his neck. “You’ll still want to change. Eventually. If you want. But knowing you—Oh.”

Morax is kissing him again, swallowing Tartaglia’s words. This kiss is lingering and needy, his tongue sweeping through Tartaglia’s mouth as if he’s missed his taste for months. When they part, Tartaglia is breathing heavily. “So good to me,” purrs Morax. “How thoughtful.”

“You’re still covered in—”

“How long until someone comes to look for us, do you think?” asks Morax instead.

Tartaglia blinks. “Um. Well. Depends on who’s looking, but Xiao already knows we’re up to no good, so…”

“So I can keep kissing you, then? I can keep indulging in this fantasy of you sitting on my throne—”

“What fantasy?”

Morax’s mouth curls into a serpentine grin. Oh, this boy. There are so many deranged thoughts that Morax has had concerning the throne room, so many things they’ve yet to work through and experience. “I’ll spare you the details,” he says. “For now at least.” 

He settles across Tartaglia’s lap again, this time side-saddle and in a far more appropriate fashion. He butts their noses together, nuzzling the soft skin of Tartaglia’s face. “It is a stupid indulgence,” he admits. “Nothing more.”

Tartaglia gives him a lopsided grin and dives in once more for that requested kiss. 

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childe and kazuha fic recs

the genshin collection by starfins; my personal favorites are kazuha’s xiao’s, and childe’s. is actually a dear friend of mine

this fic’s incredible. very soft, very good at characterizing kazuha i believe ah fuck i deleted the link

this fic definitely made me cry a while ago but i still remember it very fondly. it’s a tartali x reader threesome

i just fucking love the way wyverne writes, this is angsty childe smut

this kazuha fic’s pretty alright imo

my brain short circuits every single fucking time i lay eyes on this gem of a kazuha fic 

i am SUCH a fan of this miniseries and author as a whole. very cute childe x reader

i remember making it like halfway through this fic and forgetting about it, it’s like a zhongli x reader and childe x reader at different points in time but i remember enjoying it 

i remember exactly where i was and what i was doing when i read this childe x reader fic. v good

i remember this childe x reader fic in a modern au being pretty alright

i fucking love faetui’s works, this one on childe’s pretty in character

this kazuha one gave me whiplash bc it was so good bro. oh my fucking god. i was going to reblog it on my writing account but i was shadowbanned and then forgot about it. i should prolly get to that at some point 

if i remember any more then i’ll add them to the list

#there's no way i'd include my own writing in here bc i have no intention of tooting my own horn #enjoy