"Ajax." Zhongli's voice isn't annoyed, just exasperated. A tinge of both bewilderment and annoyance tugs at the edges of his tone, his exhaustion evident.
Childe is incorrigible. He lays sprawled out on their bed, face buried into silk sheets that have mostly lost Zhongli's scent. He squirms with arousal, his cock slowly flaring to life. All it takes is Zhongli's voice, the low, soft hum vibrating his ear. Childe's hand found his dick before he realized what was happening.
"I'm… Mhm, I miss you."
"Only a few days, darling." A pause. "Have you done your homework?"
"Have you?" Of course, Zhongli has. Likely asked for his schoolwork ahead of time and had all his essays written before he even went on his damn work study. he's been gone two months too long and Childe's ass aches at the emptiness because fingers and dildos are weak in comparison to the hot heat of Zhongli's length.
Zhongli snorts on his end of the line. "I've missed you too." Zhongli sighs as he thinks, the sound of it fluttering through the earpiece. "My husband. It is lonely here."
"I know it must be. I've met Bao'er—she must be boring company."
"She is dedicated to her studies."
"So are you and you aren't—" Childe bites his lip as he tugs at his cock. Slow and gentle, just the barest flick of his fingers, just enough for his cock to thicken and leak against his stomach. It dribbles at the tip already. Gods, it takes so, so little. Childe's dick rises at the mere thought of Zhongli, eager.
"Most would find me abysmally boring."
Not untrue but Childe isn't like most. He could drown in the sound of Zhongli's tongue as he prattles on about history. Sweeping, dulcet tones uttered in that deep timbre—Childe's gut clenches. His hand is not enough. Choking the life out of his dick is not enough.
His gaze sweeps across the room until he finds the lube. He's quick, but quiet, as he shifts around to root in the bedside table drawer on his side of the bed. The golden one, rigid silicone, shaped like a dragon dick and tapered at the end with ridges that flare just underneath the crown. Xiao's idea of a gag gift. They don't use this one often because Zhongli's dick is hefty enough—not that Xiao would know—but it's the closest in length and girth, and Childe is fucking desperate.
"Tell me about what you're studying," he says, dribbling lube all over his fingers.
"Ah, that's—" One finger slips in, sinking to the knuckle with little resistance. "The Nine Pillars of Peace. Legends speak of old mortal vices that plagued humanity." A second and then a third, a little too quickly—but Childe can hear how Zhongli's voice wavers softly. He's exhausted by his work so Childe doesn't have much time to get off before he turns in for the night.
At least this time they're in the same time zone.
Childe holds back a moan at the stinging pleasure-pain of his fingers. "The desires—wholly mortal—the old gods knew that they would never rid the world of them, and so they set forth pillars to seal away their influence. Of course, this is conjecture. Gods do not exist, but…"
Zhongli's voice is quiet, humming, it sinks deep into Childe's bones. He spreads his fingers wide to spread his rim. He thrusts them in and out, craving a way for the thick cock he's about to shove into his ass. Desperate measures for desperate times. Childe's cock twitches against his belly, aching for release.
When his hole is pliant, Childe rolls onto his stomach. He sets his phone into speaker mode, rests it on the pillow, and then slicks the fake cock with too much lube. The tapered, spade-shaped tip slips in easily. The ridges pull at his rim, slow to stretch, even as compliant as it is. The slide is wet. Slightly burning, tinged with both pleasure and pain.
"Greed, nostalgia," continues Zhongli, listing out the mortal sufferings he droned on about earlier, "vision, jealousy—" The dragon cock sinks in deeper, those damned ridges carving through Childe's insides. Even with good prep, it packs a punch, but when he works himself open minimally it sears through Childe's hot depths.
"Lust—"
The thick press of stiff silicone drags across Childe's prostate as the cock bottoms out, his wrist flush against his ass cheeks. He whimpers, his breath caught, groaning softly at the way he's suddenly filled to the brim.
Zhongli's voice stops and Childe knows that he's been caught. He doesn't care, pulling the cock out until only the tip remains before shoving it back in. A weak attempt at replicating the way that Zhongli fucks him quickly and hard when that's the mood.
"Ajax."
Gods, his name sounds good. Childe whines, shoving his face into the sheets to try and hide it. He fails spectacularly.
"Are you touching yourself?"
"No." Not entirely a lie. His cock hangs pathetically, hard and drooling all over the sheets, red and the tip as it aches and aches.
"I know that you're—"
"I'm not touching my dick." Childe doesn't need to when he's fucking himself on a thick cock instead.
A pause. Zhongli absorbs this information while Childe wonders if he can hear the thick squelch of the silicone into his ass. Everything is wet, the insides of his thighs and asscheeks slick with lube. His wrist slaps against hot, feverish skin, brushing his balls.
"Which one are you using?" asks Zhongli next, the deduction obvious. "The purple one?"
A middling length, slightly curved. Perfect at hitting his prostate. When Zhongli feels cruel and wants to drag things out, he'll slip it in right to the flared base and leave it there to grind against that sweet spot as he sucks off Childe until he's a sputtering, keening mess.
"No, I'm—no."
Zhongli hums and oh, Childe could die. "The massager, then." Prostate massager. Pink, thin and whispy, curled like thick fingers. Another good choice to pull and pluck Childe apart.
"Mhm, no. I'm—oh, fuck. Fuck, Zhongli—" Sparks fly as the head of the cock brushes his prostate again. He fucks himself, rocking back into hard and steady thrusts, striking that sweet spot over and over. "The—the—" He moans, choking on his spit. "The golden one."
Zhongli hisses from the other end of the line.
"Oh. Oh, Ajax." He hums softly and Childe can imagine the way that he looks. His face would be flushed pink as he watches with wide eyes. He'd pull at his collar, slipping a finger in to separate it from his neck. His cock would be hard, tenting his trousers, a hand pressed against it. "That desperate, hm?"
"Gods, I just—fuck. It's closest to yours. If I close my eyes, I can think that it is."
"Because it is. That's it, Ajax. So good for me, taking my cock so well." Zhongli is effortless in the way that he slips into his role without question. Childe doesn't hear the clatter of his belt or slick friction from his own hand—but despite his disinterest, Zhongli coaxes Childe through his pin-pointed debauchery.
"I can see it, you know. The way that your hole flutters around me, sucking it right in." Childe drowns in the sound of his voice as Zhongli continues, whispering hot, dirty words into the quiet of their bedroom. He drills the dragon cock in, fucking his ass to the rolling cadence of Zhongli's words. Each thrust is heavy, hitting hard, sinking in deep, and brushing all the good spots with every wet slide.
"Are you touching your cock as well?"
"No, no—I want to… only on your dick. I want—"
"I want that too, watching how you fall apart from only my cock." The pleasure curls so tightly in Childe's gut that he gasps, arching up from the bed as he hurtles toward his end. Thick, blinding hot heat spreads through his belly. He thinks that if he looks, he'd see the bulge of the cock through his muscle. "Go on, Ajax," soothes Zhongli, a calm balm that only makes his boiling need catch fire. "Come for me."
Childe does on command. He cries out Zhongli's name as he tumbles over the edge and spills on their sheets. His thrusts turn erratic, deep and plunging as he fucks himself right through his orgasm at an unrelenting pace. Hot, white come paints the insides of his thighs and the silk below him. He keens, whimpers, and moans at the way the fake cock grazes his prostate, pushing him right unto overstimulation.
"Fuck, fuck. Zhongli, I'm—"
"Did you come? Are you still fucking yourself?"
"Another," hisses Childe. "I want another. One more, just one more. I can… I think—"
It's then that Childe hears the clatter of a belt from the other end. "Insatiable. I should have known that once wouldn't be enough. I was tired but listening to you—" Zhongli groans softly as he wraps a hand around himself. "I find myself unable to keep my hands away."
"Oh, gods." Childe can hear it, a soft, wet slap of skin against skin as Zhongli strokes himself. He can imagine it, he can think that it's his cock instead, nestled into his tight ass, pounding him into a second orgasm. His hand presses harder, grinding the dragon cock in and out. "You're—ah, I'm—"
"Tell me how it feels." A soft hiss. The schlick schlick of Zhongli's hand.
"Full, so, so full. But not—"
"No, don't forget, it is me. I'm right there, darling."
Childe's dick is hard again, dripping watery precome over his earlier mess. His ass hurts, burns, begs for more, and so he fucks himself on measured, punched thrusts that drive him right into another orgasm. He barrels into it, practically shrieking Zhongli's name, crying from overstimulation and the way that his nerves are on fire.
Zhongli moans and hisses Childe's name. "So good for me," he murmurs, his voice choked. And then—a moan, a whispy sigh as the wet sounds of his hand slows and then ceases.
Childe lays in the sheets, boneless and beat, the dildo still shoved into his ass, sitting there, not unlike those times that Zhongli likes to plug him up before they fall asleep.
"Ajax," says Zhongli gently. "Darling, are you with me?"
"Mhm—" Childe refuses to move. "Yeah, I'm here. I'm good. Gods, I'm so good."
"Don't forget to clean yourself up." A kind reminder.
Childe nods enough though he knows Zhongli can't see it. "Fuck, I love you."
"I love you more." A lie, but Childe is too tired to correct him. "Only a few days until you don't have to pretend it's me."
"Oh?" Childe perks at that, his mouth curving into a wily grin. He's too gone for more, but he can't resist asking, "And what will you do to me?"
"You'll have to be good for me and wait to find out." Zhongli shuffles around on the other end, dressing down for the night. "Alright, off to bed for you."
"And you." A few more lingering words and I love you's before the line goes dead.
Childe waits a moment before rolling onto his back and hooking an arm underneath his thigh to hike his leg to his chest. The cock shifts, almost painful, and Childe winces slightly. But, he's determined.
It takes a moment to get a good angle for a picture but the result is flawless. He looks fucked out, red-faced and blissed, tears and spittle streaking his face. His stomach is sticky from laying in his come. His thighs are wet, dribbling lube, and his rim is stretched wide and swollen around the thick girth of the cock.
He hisses when he slides the length out. Another picture, this one showing off his loose, puffy rim, and cherry-pink insides as it gapes. Childe sends them to Zhongli with a few words of encouragement.
Thinking of you. Both romantic and debauched.
Zhongli ignores the text but Childe knows it'll be a sleepless night for him, squirming about in his hot tent, sweaty and horny, and thinking of Childe's snug heat. Childe is smug. And, when Zhongli gets home, he'll be ready for his punishment.
