CW: Zhongli with a vagina. While Zhongli has morphed himself into a female body for some fun times, he isn't necessarily identifying as a woman. Still uses male pronouns, but his junk is referred to by afab terms.
Zhongli doesn't consider himself beyond his prime, but he wonders if this is the sort of thing that Childe worries about.
Maybe. Probably. Childe is as handsome as ever, but Zhongli has figured out that these sorts of concerns are part of the mortal equation. Sometimes Childe stares at himself in the mirror, sighing softly as he combs his hands through his now salt and pepper hair.
"Maybe something new," says Zhongli one night, mulling over the thought of it. Something to… spice things up, so to say. Jazz it up a little. Childe could use a little bit of perking, and Zhongli is more than willing to take one for the team.
"Zhongli?"
"Ah." When Zhongli looks, Childe watches him back, head tilted to the side as they sit at Wanmin Restaurant. "Sorry, I was just thinking."
Childe laughs softly. "About what?"
"You'll know soon enough."
"That sounds ominous. Should I be concerned?" Childe pokes at his food with his chopsticks, but doesn't seem to be truly concerned.
"Of course not, darling," says Zhongli quietly. Childe's resulting smile warms his heart.
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So, perhaps Zhongli is out of his depth.
"Is this a good idea?" he murmurs, running a hand down his side.
Zhongli has never been fantastic at seduction— but he's never needed to seduce Childe. Not really. One simple look in his direction, and Childe is usually ready to retreat away from prying eyes. Easy, simple, and effortless, which does wonders for their bedroom life, but it has, admittedly, left Zhongli out of practice.
Not to mention it has been a long time since he's held this form and it feels a little awkward. He is unused to it, and there's the lingering thought in the back of his mind that perhaps Childe might not enjoy it as much as Zhongli hopes.
"I'm into you," said Childe once, when asked what his preference was, words that Zhongli has never once forgotten.
"I'm overthinking it. I—no, this will be fun." The silk of the robe is soft underneath his fingers as he turns to look at himself in the mirror. And then his mouth curves into a smirk. "Hm, perhaps, I still 'have it', as they like to say."
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Their home is quiet when Childe slips in through the front door, the lanterns low and everything dimly lit.
This isn't unusual. It's a little later in the night, and Childe took on a few extra commissions in order to have more free time. Zhongli has never been one to wait up for him, so he's likely in bed, dozing already.
Childe relishes the idea of washing up, dressing down, and sliding in beside him, sinking into the soft silk sheets.
He's in the bathroom when he senses someone behind him. He whirls around, high alert—only to find a woman there, clad in a soft, gauzy robe, leaning against the doorframe.
"Zhongli," he blurts, instantly recognizing her, despite being decidedly not male. Silken hair, tinged golden at the tips. A modest bust, trim waist, and wide hips. Her face is rounder, but easily recognizable as his husband with those high cheekbones, and a long and slender nose.
Er… wife? Gods above, this is baffling.
"Does this please you?" Oh, that voice. Higher, more feminine, but still so utterly Zhongli. Childe's cock twitches pathetically in his trousers.
Yes. "I—I mean, would it not? Zhongli, you—" He rubs at his face, still staring. This isn't a secret, per se, he's known for years that Zhongli can change his appearance, having Rex Incognito all but memorized. But this is the first time he's ever seen it with his own two eyes. "Are… why?"
Zhongli hums then, stepping into the bathroom. "I thought perhaps it would be fun. What is it that mortals like to say? Spice things up?"
"We don't need to… are you unhappy with—"
"Oh darling, of course not." Zhongli slides close, pressing a hand to Childe's chest, tugging his collar open, and dragging his fingertips across the length of his collarbone. "But I'm always worried about what you might think. Are you bored? Do I still please you?"
Childe laughs at the incredulous idea that Zhongli would ever not. "Zhongli," he says, reaching out to tug him—her forward. "Haven't I told you before? It's you that I'm interested in." A pause. "How do I… her? Him? I'm just trying to—"
"Whatever you want." Zhongli smiles, kind and reassuring. "I'm still your husband, no matter how I look."
Childe breathes a sigh of relief. He doesn't want to overthink something that is supposed to be fun and enjoyable. He sags against the counter, leaning against it.
"So do you like this?" Zhongli practically purrs, wrapping his arms around Childe's neck. "Me, softer? More supple?"
"It's… different," says Childe. He grasps Zhongli by the waist, thumbing across the bottom of his ribs. "That's a good thing."
Zhongli kisses him then, leaning forward to capture Childe's mouth. His lips are softer than usual, less chapped, and more dainty. Childe moans against him, and Zhongli laughs, tongue sneaking out to drag across Childe's lip.
"Okay," says Childe, pulling back. "You've made your point."
"Which was?" Zhongli gives him a teasing look before dropping his hand to press against the front of Childe's trousers. "Oh."
Childe whines, his cock twitching underneath his touch. It always takes so little to do him in.
"Should Jie Jie take care of this?" Zhongli squeezes his half-hard cock through his trousers.
"Don't—that's terrible."
Zhongli chuckles, nuzzling Childe's neck. "No nicknames then—noted."
Childe kisses him again, meeting Zhognli's mouth with well-practiced ease. His hands slip around him to squeeze at Zhongli's ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. Rounder and more pliant. Fuck me, thinks Childe.
Zhongli moans against his mouth. Then, he tugs at him. "Ajax," he says, his voice sultry and feminine.
Childe groans, blood pooling south. "Okay," he says, smoothing his thumbs across Zhongli's generous backside. He's definitely into this. "Bed, bed."
Zhongli gives him one last short, sweet kiss before pulling away. Childe shrugs out of his clothing, nearly tripping on his trousers in haste.
"Watch it there," says Zhongli from where he lays out on the bed. His robe pools around him, showing off the naked curve of his waist.
Childe climbs onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress, and stares. And stares. And stares, eyes roaming across Zhongli's form, taking in the supple lines of his sides, and the softness of his breasts. Zhongli cocks his head to the side, spreading his legs to reveal glistening folds, already slick.
"I…" Childe swallows thickly. He leans over him, pushing the robe off of one shoulder, revealing smooth, pale skin. "Archons, Zhongli. Look at you." Zhongli is so beautiful in every way that he looks. Childe wonders why they've never indulged in this before.
"I like that you're pleased. I was worried that you'd rather have me as I usually am."
Part of Childe does prefer his masculine husband, all those sharply cut angles, and his handsome cock. But— "No, this is good. You are good."
Childe leans forward, pressing Zhongli into the bed, burying his face into his neck. He smells the same at least, that grounding scent of sandalwood and dirt. Childe inhales, pressing a kiss there, his mouth lingering. And then down the column of Zhongli's neck, the gentle slope of his shoulders, smoother than the usual and sharp curve that Childe finds there.
The difference is staggering. Childe cannot wait to map out every subtle nuance of Zhongli's feminine form, kiss all those new spots, and smooth his fingers over soft skin.
A hand finds Zhongli's breast, thumb swirling around a nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. Childe's mouth finds the other, lapping at the hardened nub, sucking at it gently. Zhongli arches into the touch, back lifting from the bed.
"Soft," whispers Childe, nosing at his sternum, dragging his fingers across the underside of a breast, cupping it. A modest handful, just enough to fill his hand, perfect to sink his fingers into.
Zhongli's breath hitches as Childe presses another kiss to a nipple, lingering there. "That's—oh."
Childe smiles against him, pecking the top of his breast with a quick kiss. Then he moves down, kissing Zhongli's belly as he drags his nails across it, raising gooseflesh. Zhongli is still toned here, but there's a soft give that he usually lacks that makes Childe want to nip at the muscle.
Down, and down, and down—
Childe presses a kiss to the coarse hair at the juncture of Zhongli's thighs and then pauses. He pulls back, spreading Zhongli's thighs wide and staring. This, he is unused to, the glistening folds that lay between Zhongli's legs, already dripping and slick.
"Do you not like it?"
"No, that isn't—" Before Zhongli, Childe never thought much about sexual desire beyond jerking himself off with his hand. It was perfunctory and got the job done. All these years with Zhongli have taught him just what the both of them like, but Childe finds that even he can still be awkward. "I… uh… don't know what to do? I mean, I know what to do, but I don't know where to start, or what you'd like. I've never been with a woman, but you're also not a woman, even if you are right now—"
"Ajax," says Zhongli.
"And I want you to enjoy this as much as I am. I'm definitely enthusiastic about it, but this is new territory for me—which wow, that's a weird thought—"
"Ajax."
Childe's mouth snaps shut and he looks at Zhongli who watches him back fondly. Then, Zhongli's hand snakes down his body before settling between his thighs. "Just watch. I'll show you," he says, pressing his fingers against his cunt, spreading his folds wide.
Oh, thinks Childe, his mouth going dry. That's—
"This is nice," says Zhongli as he pets himself, slicking his fingers with the wetness that spills from his core. "You can't really go wrong with where to touch, but…" He pulls his fingers up to circle around the tiny bud that tops his sex. "This right here is where you should touch me. Gently, though. Not too hard—"
Zhongli loses his words entirely as Childe leans forward dragging his thumb across his cunt, just barely dipping into his hole. "So different," he murmurs, rubbing at his folds, spreading them for a better look. Softer, pinker, wetter; Childe can only imagine what it will feel like to sink his cock right into Zhongli's warmth.
Childe licks across him, tasting Zhongli's wetness.
"Ajax," he hisses, his back arching as Childe's tongue delves deeper. Zhongli's hands drop to curl into his auburn curls, yanking. Childe moans at the way that his scalp burns, and the heady taste of Zhongli that drips from his sex.
"Gods," says Childe against him, lapping at his hole. His tongue slides through those devilish folds, seeking to cover every slick inch. The tang is addicting. Childe feels the way that his chin is drenched which only fuels his efforts.
Zhongli raises his hips, pressing against his mouth, asking for more. "I'm—please," he begs.
Childe laughs against him, moving to swirl his tongue over Zhongli's clit instead. He sucks at the nub, nibbling at it gently, letting his instincts and the way that Zhongli responds drive what he does next.
Zhongli goes taut underneath, thighs tensing as they box in Childe's head. "Yes, yes—"
"Beautiful," says Childe. Truly divine. Zhongli reponds so well with his keening cries and the way that he fucks back against his mouth. Childe slides a finger through his slick folds, slipping it in. Soft, he thinks. Wet and warm, pulling his finger deep as Zhongli tosses his head back, whining.
"Im—"
"Are you close?" Childe smiles against him, a second finger sinking into his cunt easily. So little work to prepare him—Zhongli practically does it himself, the marvels of this particular form. No need for oil, no no deed for stretching, even though Childe loves to drag the prep out. Childe likes this too, he thinks, moving to suck at Zhongli's clit again, intent on pulling the most debauched sounds from him.
"Yes." The word comes as a punched moan, Zhongli's voice dripping with lust. "So close, nearly there—"
"Show me what to do," says Childe, pulling his fingers out and pressing them back in, almost lazily. He stokes at Zhongli's insides, trying to find the right spot. Zhongli writhes beneath him, arching his back to help Childe along.
"You—oh, that's—" A frustrated grunt as he tugs on Childe's hair. Childe looks up, greeted by Zhongli's round face, flushed pink. He makes a gesture, curling his fingers up, showing Childe the proper motion. Then he drops a hand to rest just above his pelvis. "Towards here."
Childe presses a sweet kiss against his dripping curls. "I think I got it," he says, hooking his fingers up and dragging them across Zhongli's insides.
Zhongli immediately tightens around them, his hips stilling. "There! Oh, Ajax," he cries, one hand curled tightly into his hair, the other pulling at the silk sheets.
Childe peppers kisses everywhere—the insides of his thighs, nibbling soft little marks; the coarse hair at the apex of Zhongli's sex; Zhongli's clit, circling around it and sucking gently. He fucks Zhongli with his hand, languid and leisurely, taking his time. Savoring this new experience.
When Zhongli comes, he gushes, squeezing tightly around Childe's fingers, refusing to let them go. "Gods," he says as he tips over the edge, melting against the mattress in a sweaty, wanton mess. His thighs tremble as Childe's mouth keeps working at him. "Ajax, Ajax, that's—"
Childe pulls away immediately and Zhongli sighs, relieved for the break. He nuzzles the inside of Zhongli's thigh. "Too much?"
"I want you," says Zhongli instead, his voice hoarse and cracked. Husky and feminine, with a lilting tone. Childe wants to know just want Zhongli sounds like when being fucked like this. Zhongli reaches down then, spreading his folds as if to display them.
Childe takes a moment to look at his work, dragging his thumb through the puffy, wet folds. Engorged and pink fluttering insides, waiting just for him. Childe's mouth goes dry at the thought of his cock being nestled into Zhongli's cunt.
"Ajax." Zhongli is quieter this time, perhaps more hesitant. "Are you okay with this?"
"Am I—"
Childe cannot move fast enough, pushing himself away and slotting between Zhongli's thighs properly. He leans forward, nipping at Zhongli's neck, worrying a mark into the skin there. His cock twitches as he rubs it against Zhongli's sex, dragging the tip through the slick there.
"Does it seem like I don't want this?" His words are warm against Zhongli's ear. "Look at you. How could I not want you?"
"Please," begs Zhongli, his breath hitched.
Childe noses at his jaw, the curve of it softer than he's used to. "Shh, I'll take care of you," he says, slipping his cock in and sliding home.
Oh, this is different. Not nearly as tight, but tight enough. Slick and hot. Zhongli's insides writhe around his cock as Childe presses in deep.
Zhongli arches against the bed, eyes rolling back, breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. Childe is so used to the sharper angles of Zhongli's usual form that the softness of his skin and muscle, and the way that it jiggles with every slap of his hips is a novelty.
He doesn't know where to look, it's all too good. Zhongli's legs are wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer, using the leverage to meet every one of Childe's thrusts.
"Fuck," whispers Childe, leaning back to grip Zhongli's thighs. The wet squelching of Zhongli's cunt is obscene to the point where he nearly feels embarrassed. "You feel—"
"Gods, you're so good, so—Hngh." Zhongli's cunt squeezes around him as if agreeing. "Ajax."
And the sounds that he makes, those punched breaths that Childe pulls from Zhongli's throat with every thrust into him.
Childe leans close, pressing their chests together, groping at a breast. "There's nothing like this, Archons." Childe moans into Zhongli's neck, kissing at the skin there. Zhongli drags his hands down Childe's back, digging his nails in, wholly intent on leaving marks.
"I'm… Ajax, I'm—"
"Close again?" Childe pulls back, pressing their foreheads together. "Zhongli, I can't get enough of you, no matter how you are. It's you, always tight around my cock, taking me so well. Could I breed you like this?"
Oh, that does something. Zhongli's breath hitches and his pupils narrow into tiny serpentine slits.
"Do you want that?" He fucks into Zhongli faster, relishing in the delicious, slick glide of his cock. The thought of children—logically, he figured it was possible, but they've only mentioned it in passing. But it's a dream, and judging by the way that Zhongli watches him, and the way that his core squeezes him tight, it's something he'd want too.
"Ajax, that's—oh—"
Childe must hit a good spot, so he keeps the angle, rolling his hips over and over. Zhongli's insides pull at him, sucking him in, and Childe thinks that he can just lose himself in the sopping, white-hot heat. He reaches between them, brushing his thumb across Zhongli's clit, an insistent touch that rubs in time with his thrusts.
Zhongli comes first, Childe's name tumbling from his lips, his cunt spasming. He clings to Childe, unwilling to let go, hugging him close to soak up the warmth of his skin. Childe groans, sinking into Zhongli's wet cunt, his cock twitching as it tries to wring him dry.
"Celestia, I love you," says Childe, tattooing the words into Zhongli's neck. "Only you, always you, however you are."
It doesn't take much after that for him to tumble over the edge next, painting Zhongli's core white with his thick come. Childe moans, thrusting in slower, his dick dragging against Zhongli's quivering insides as he rides out his high.
Zhongli reaches up to thread his fingers into Childe's hair, scratching at his scalp. It's soothing, and Childe sinks into the feel of it, pressing his face into the space between Zhongli's breasts. He inhales deeply, grounding himself in that sandalwood scent.
"To satisfy your curiosity," says Zhongli eventually, his voice soft and feminine in the quiet night of their room. "I can bear children in this form." His fingers drag down the long length of Childe's neck, pressing into the knob at the top of his spine. "If that is something that you'd want."
That's a conversation for later, and that's exactly what Childe says. "Soft," he then whispers, turning his face to press a kiss to the side of his breast. "I think I like boobs."
Zhongli laughs, his chest rising with each chuckle. "Yes, well, I wasn't sure so I picked a more modest approach to them."
"A perfect handful." Childe squeezes one to illustrate his point, grazing a nipple with the meat of his palm.
Zhongli sighs, satisfied, loose-limbed, and pliant in the bed. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I think that's clear enough." A pause as Childe reaches up to brush back Zhongli's sweaty bangs. "I still prefer you… well, I mean, this is you, but—"
"I know what you mean," cuts in Zhongli. He keeps petting through Childe's hair, and the both of them laze about, drifting in the hazy afterglow. Eventually, Zhongli speaks again. "I've forgotten what it's like."
Childe stirs slightly, pulling back to look at him, his hair an absolute mess. "What do you mean?"
Zhongli squirms slightly underneath him. "The female form isn't so easily… satisfied."
"Wait, did you not—"
"That isn't what I meant." Zhongli cups Childe's cheek, smoothing his thumb over his cheek. "You were perfect, which is why I want more. I can go again… and again."
Childe's cock stirs again, despite the tiredness that seeps through his bones. Zhongli smirks again, a pretty smile spreading wide across his face. "Oh, you like that," he purrs, feeling the budding erection against his thigh.
"Zhongli—"
Zhongli flips them easily, still powerful despite his now lithe and supple form. Childe lays prone underneath him, Zhongli straddling his waist. He drags a hand down Childe's front. "You can say no, of course."
As if Childe would. All he does is give Zhongli a sappy smile before pulling him down to start their dance all over again.