Childe is distracting.

He doesn't mean to be. He's working from home, leaning back in Zhongli's expensive leather desk chair, flipping a pen around his fingertips. "A little bit of remote work," he said earlier. "Won't take me very long."

Zhongli's eyes narrow in on Childe's mouth, his gaze dragging over it. Those lips, and their devilish, teasing curve. Childe shoots him a glance and then a wink, quickly followed by that damned rapscallion smirk that never fails to knock Zhongli off of his feet.

All that Zhongli thinks of is Childe's mouth wrapped around his cock, stretched obscenely wide. The way that he moans around Zhongli as he sucks him down, fingers curling into his slacks, digging into the meat of his thighs.

Zhongli's dick twitches pathetically.

He remembers a time that he was on a call, trying to negotiate the sale of his company. Childe felt it prudent to drop to his knees and do as he pleased. Zhongli sits on the couch, hiding a smirk behind his hand. Perhaps it is time for payback.

"Ah, Miss Xiangling, I did read through the paperwork. We aren't denying you a loan per se, I'm just saying that you can't file one for—" Childe shuffles some paperwork around. "—and I quote: 'An around the world trip for rare spices.'"

Zhongli watches as Childe sighs, rubbing at his face, wholly amused.

"I mean, yes, you are my friend—Xiangling, please let me finish." A pause. "Yes, I can help you draft a better idea for a loan, that's literally my job."

Zhongli moves then, setting his plan into motion. He crosses the room quietly, leaning over Childe's shoulder. Childe tips his face up, reaching out to tug Zhongli closer for a quick kiss. Zhongli chuckles, pecking his lips.

"Yes, I'm still here. Yes, I hear you." Zhongli drops a hand to Childe's shoulder, squeezing it softly. Childe sighs, leaning forward slightly as Zhongli works out a kink in the muscle there. "Miss Xiangling—no, that's not a valid reason either."

Zhongli's fingers skitter across his neck then, digging into the knob at the base of his skull. Childe relaxes underneath the touch, instantly loose-limbed. "Zhongli— Ah, sorry, my husband is distracting me."

Oh, the dramatic irony of that statement. Childe and those damned lips of his. He has no idea what's coming for him.

"Alright, listen," says Childe as Zhongli swivels the chair towards him. "We're definitely going to figure out how to get you a business loan, we've just got to word it a specific way. I—"

Zhongli drops between Childe's legs, pressing open his thighs. Childe freezes, cocking his head to the side.

"No, I'm… still here. Multitasking."

Zhongli smooths a hand over Childe's trouser leg towards his crotch, rubbing his thumb across the front seam there.

Childe's throat bobs as he swallows thickly, his eyes wide. "I'm… no, no I'm listening. Yeah, that's a good place to start."

Zhongli smirks at him before pulling the zipper down, slipping his hand in, and palming his cock through his boxer briefs.

"Zhongli." He's close enough to hear Xiangling's confused reply. "Gods, sorry, he's just picked a very bad time to do something."

Not bad enough for Childe to not be affected, his cock filling out against Zhongli's hand. Zhongli laughs against his thigh, kissing the fabric. Childe pulls the phone away from his ear, covering the mouthpiece. "What are you doing?" he hisses.

"Mhm. Enjoying myself."

"I—obviously. I just meant—"

"You shouldn't make Miss Xiangling wait too long. I know that she has you on retainer, but she isn't the most patient."

"Absolutely not!" Then, he pressed the phone back to his face. "Miss Xiangling, can we possibly reschedule this—" A pause. Childe winces, rubbing at his face. "Yes, I know exactly what you pay me—"

Zhongli drags his thumb across Childe's length, pressing against the wet spot where it tents fabric. Childe sucks in a breath, biting at his lip. "Yes," he bites out, "but I think that we should hash out primary details as quickly as possible and reconvene later. We don't need to come to an immediate agreement."

And that is how it goes—Childe tries to broker a loan deal with the young Miss Xiangling with Zhongli nuzzling at his cock in his lap. The point is mostly to tease. Zhongli touches him lightly, barely-there flutters that leave Childe's hips lifting to chase his fingers.

"We might be able to talk the bank into granting a loan for the sake of the restaurant itself. Hm-hm, I know it might take some negotiation, but you have me on your side and—" Childe cuts himself off as Zhongli slips a hand into his underwear, tugging them, and his trousers down to hook around his knees. He pulls Childe's cock out fully, completely erect and leaking at the tip. Childe watches him with a piercing gaze as he tries to find his words again. "I—"

Zhongli takes the opportunity to nose across his length, taking in his heady scent. He wraps his fingers loosely around the base, just holding his cock to the side as he mouths at his groin instead, featherlight kisses against the crease of his skin.

Childe grips his desk with a white-knuckled grip. "I'm certain that we can figure it out—oh, that's— no, no not you, apologies." He bites at his fist then, eyes slipping closed as he breathes deeply through his nose.

"It's your fault, you know," says Zhongli, whispering it against his skin. "You and that damned mouth of yours. Your lips. I love them."

"That's what you think about in your retirement?" Childe snorts. "Ah hah, sorry that was for Zhongli. He's truly bothering me at the moment."

Zhongli kisses the base of cock, his mouth lingering as he nuzzles the warm skin there. "Of course," he says. "I think of that day that you sucked me off during my business call more often than I should." They meet gazes again, Zhongli looking up through his long eyelashes. Childe is already red in the face at the thought of it.

"Xiangling," says Childe, "I appreciate your creativity when it comes to business assets, but no, I cannot list 'the divine salt of Sal Terrae' as an asset. I already have an expense report that I can pull data from, and—fuck."

Zhongli swallows Childe's cock down, cheeks hollowed as he sucks immediately. Childe jerks, slamming his knee against the underside of the desk. "Shit," he curses again, "Fuck—Gods, Xiangling, I'm sorry, I hit my knee on the desk. Yeah, it hurts. Yeah, it's a stinger—Oh, Archons above."

Childe drops a hand to Zhongli's head, fingers curling into his hair. Zhongli smiles around his cock, taking it deep until the tip nudges the back of his throat, and his nose is buried on the coarse hair at Childe's pubic bone. He cups Childe's balls, thumbing down the seam in the middle. Then the touch dips underneath, his thumb pressing against the smooth skin of his perineum.

"Oh—" Childe chokes off a whine, barely hiding it with his palm, the phone cradled between his neck and ear.

Zhongli is utterly cruel when he moans around him, throat humming with vibration while dipping a finger into his crack to ghost across Childe's hole.

Childe nearly drops his phone. "I'm—Xiangling, an emergency has come up," he says, his voice pitched higher with strain. Zhongli pulls his hand back, but bobs across his length, swirling his tongue against the underside of it. "I didn't break my knee—Gods. But I'll call you back. Yeah, okay, I swear that I'm fine. Alright, talk later."

When he hangs up, he tosses the phone aside, uncaring where it lands on the rug. "Fuck, Zhongli, you—" He moans freely, loud and drawn-out as he cups Zhongli's face between his hands. "Unfair," he says, raising his hips gently, pressing into Zhongli's mouth.

Zhongli stills him with a strong hand, pulling off and saying, "We do this the way that I want to."

Childe's nostrils flare, but he nods. "Okay, yeah, that's—I'm close though. Like, right there, I'm—Oh, oh gods."

Zhongli wraps his mouth around him again, tonguing at his languidly, savoring his taste. He pumps the rest with his hand slowly with a teasing drag. Childe squirms underneath him, trying not to buck into his mouth, moaning with the strain.

He loves this, the weight of Childe's cock on his tongue. The way the Childe goes red in the face, eyes squeezed shut as he tries to hold on for as long as he can. He tugs at Zhongli's hair, nails scraping against his scalp deliciously.

And those lips—that utterly distracting mouth. Childe bites at them until their swollen and red, begging to be kissed.

"Babe, I'm—Fuck, I'm close. You look too good, feel too good."

Zhongli hums again, redoubling his efforts. One hand jerks his cock and the other digs into Childe's thigh, nails biting into the soft skin. He sucks at him like he's trying to suck his soul through his dick, the perfect sort of penance for the last time he accosted Zhongli as such.

Childe comes crying his name, his cock shoved deep into Zhongli's mouth, the tip tickling his throat. Zhongli swallows around him, breathing through his nose, moaning at the way that Childe's cock twitches against his tongue. Swallows everything down like the dutiful husband that he is.

When he pulls off, he wipes at his mouth, shoving whatever slips out back between his lips. Childe watches, his eyes trained on the way that Zhongli licks at his fingers, slowly and with intent. His throat bobs again.

"Darling," says Zhongli, standing back up and leaning against Childe's ear. "Surely you aren't done so quickly." His own cock is hard, aching in his trousers. Childe sees it as easily as the midday sun peeking in through the window.

"No," he says immediately, turning his face to kiss Zhongli.

Zhongli laughs, melting into the touch, his tongue slipping out to tangle with his. "Tease," he says against Childe's mouth. "This is entirely your fault."

When Childe stands, it's with that rapscallion smirk. "So you're going to punish me, right? Rail me into oblivion?"

Zhongli smiles back, almost predatory. Takes only a minute to stumble into the bedroom for a second round.