It takes very little for Childe's brain to turn to mush when it concerns Zhongli.
"Childe," says Zhongli gently. Quietly. Sweetly, even. Insufferably patient as Childe's mind works over the sound of his name. "Have you tasted this? It is truly perfection."
Of course, it is. Their lunch is Xiangling's latest concoction, and though she claims it's still in the testing phase, they willingly play the victim because they know it'll be divine. Zhongli is a little cruel in his instance of chopsticks, however, and Xiangling is just as bad.
Childe tries and fails to pick up a slice of braised pork belly with his pair, struggling with the slippery meat. It falls back to his plate with a splat and Zhongli chuckles softly. "It isn't funny," whines Childe, pouting as he tries again to no avail.
"It is," says Zhongli, teasing, "But also endearing. At least you're trying."
"Yeah, because you remove the forks from the table." Which is honestly the more childish thing to do, not that Childe would ever tell Zhongli that. But, because he loves Zhongli more than life itself, Childe is willing to let this one go.
Zhongli keeps watching him pick at his food with the chopsticks. Eventually, he pities him enough to reach out and pick up a piece of pork belly. "Childe," he says quietly, "Open your mouth."
Childe blinks back at him. He wishes he'd say his proper name instead, but that's something shared in private, not here. Still, Childe is not unaffected. Zhongli's deep timbre washes over him, settling in his gut.
It takes so little, thinks Childe pathetically.
He opens his mouth obediently and Zhongli presses the bite past Childe's lips. He chews and swallows, savoring the delicious meat. As Zhongli pulls his hand away, Childe reaches out, wrapping his fingers around his wrist. He tugs Zhongli's hand back to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the delicate wrist bone that peeks out from his across Zhongli's knuckles, nuzzling the leather softly. Kisses down the lengths of his fingers, and then to the tips before sucking around them in a way that is most certainly improper. Childe expects Zhongli to pull back, but he doesn't, his fingers lingering as he watches Childe through a narrowed and intense gaze.
Oh, that look. Childe's cock twitches in his trousers. He could watch that look for days on end, and it wouldn't be enough.
Childe swirls his tongue around Zhongli's glove, lapping at the leftover juices from the braised pork. He tastes oil, and the tanginess of the leather, groaning softly as he shifts his hips.
Zhongli huffs. "Childe, here? Of all places?" It's a complaint, but a half-hearted one; Childe can see the way that his eyes glow gold with interest, all too knowing.
"Yeah, here? Of all places?" Xiangling's voice comes as a surprise.
Childe lets go of Zhongli's hand as though he's been burned. "Oh Gods, I—"
"Miss Xiangling," cuts in Zhongli smoothly, "I apologize on his behalf. Childe is not a man who knows restraint, and his passion often gets the better of him."
Childe's mouth falls open, unused to hearing Zhongli so plainly reference their personal life. "Um—"
"Look, the two of you are cute and all, but I still have other customers. Keep it to regular smooches, okay? Otherwise, I'll have to apply for a different sort of business license, and I'm not about to have my grandpa rolling over in his grave, okay?"
Childe's cheeks burn pink with embarrassment, while Zhongli chuckles. "We'll keep that in mind," he says kindly. Xiangling harrumphs, shooting Childe a look before she bounds off. Zhongli looks back at Childe, and then his hand. "You seem to have lost yourself for a moment there."
"Are you complaining?" Childe grins at him, cheekily.
"Does it sound as though I am? Contrary to belief, I rather like it when you stake your claim. In the future, though, lunch is perhaps not the best time for such an amorous display."
Childe rests his chin against his hand. "Later then?"
Zhongli's response is a sultry smirk.
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So, maybe it's a thing with his mouth. Something, something oral fixation. Zhongli has thrown around the term before, but Childe's never really paid it much mind. He doesn't care, preferring to focus on the task at hand—which currently is dragging his mouth over every last inch of Zhongli's body.
Childe has him pressed against the couch, straddling his lap. He nips at Zhongli's neck, teeth digging in to leave the sort of mark that'll make Childe proud every time that he sees it. He kisses down the length of it, dragging his tongue over soft and supple skin, tasting sandalwood and sage.
Zhongli rests a hand against the small of Childe's back, tugging him closer until their hips are flush. "Childe," he murmurs softly, catching his chin between thumb and forefinger. Zhongli tugs Childe's face up and their eyes meet. "I must admit… earlier this afternoon, you offered quite the unexpected distraction."
"Oh?" Childe laughs, kissing the pad of Zhongli's thumb as it's smoothed across his lower lip. "Did the old lizard get all hot and bothered, imagining just what my tongue can do?"
Zhongli slips his thumb between Childe's lips, pressing it flat against his tongue. "Yes, but you knew that," he says, "Otherwise you wouldn't have indulged so freely. You love to see me squirm in public."
Of course, he does. Childe relishes watching prim and proper Zhongli lose his damn mind when it comes to things like this. Zhongli is no longer wearing his gloves, and Childe can feel the heat of his thumb against his tongue. He sucks around it, lapping at the skin, teething the bend of the joint.
"Yes, you and that devilish tongue. Sometimes I dream of it." He hooks his thumb behind the bottom row of Childe's teeth, pulling his face closer. "Come on, then. Show me what you can do."
The moment that Zhongli pulls his slick thumb from Childe's mouth, Childe surges forward. Their lips meet in a heated clash, and Childe moans, the bottled-up tension from earlier in the day just releasing all at once. Zhongli is needy in the way that he kisses him back, hand curled around the back of Childe's head, fingers tugging at his auburn hair.
Zhongli tilts Childe's face, their teeth clacking together. Childe moans, slipping his tongue into Zhongli's mouth, licking across his own. Zhongli's grip on his hair tightens. His other hand holds Childe around his hip, pulling their groins together, seeking out whatever friction can be found. They share breaths as they taste each other. Childe is painfully hard in his trousers, whining between Zhongli's parted lips. Zhongli's hand shifts from Childe's hips downwards. His knuckles brush against Childe's tented erection as he nips at Childe's mouth.
"Fuck," Childe hisses against him.
"So hard and needy," says Zhongli with a chuckle. "Not that I expected anything less from you."
Childe kisses him again, long and lingering. Delicious, he thinks. Everything about Zhongli, from the sounds that he loosens to the way that he presses back against Childe's mouth. Childe could drink him up and drown on the feel of it, of him.
Their tongues tangle again, and Childe could just about die. Zhongli cups his erection properly now, squeezing it through the fabric of his trousers as he nips at Childe's mouth. Suddenly, Zhongli's teeth are sharper. His tongue is thicker, longer, a little rougher as it drags across his own.
Childe gasps against him, reaching out to pet soft, fuzzed horns which earns him a low rumble from the back of Zhongli's throat. "Gods, let me—fuck, Zhongli, I want to suck you off."
Zhongli pulls back, grasping Childe by the chin with a sweet touch. "Is that all?" His golden eyes watch him carefully, calculating.
It's all that Childe has thought about all day, mouthing all over Zhongli and marking him up in the way that he deserves. I rather like it when you stake your claim, said Zhongli earlier at lunch. Those words left Childe in a frenzy. The day was far too long, and he's waited forever to get his mouth on him.
Childe moves then, pulling off of Zhongli's lap and spreading his thighs wide. He settles onto his knees, the hard floor shocking them—but he pays it no mind. All Childe sees is Zhongli, half-hanging on as he loses his grip on his mortal form. His shirt hangs open around the collar, and his trousers sport an impressive bulge.
Childe's mouth waters at the sight.
Zhongli's trousers are undone with well-practiced ease, his cock bobbing free from its confines. Childe leans forward, nuzzling Zhongli's hardened length, dragging his lips across the shaft. Zhongli's head tips back, falling against the couch. His hands drop to Childe's head, curling into his hair.
Childe smirks against the warm, slick skin of Zhongli's cock, lapping at the precome that pearls at the tip. Presses his tongue flat against the underside and just rests it there, testing the weight of it.
Zhongli's hips raise in a gentle, aborted buck. "Ajax," he cries in a pinched groan.
"Shh, I've got you," says Childe, swirling his tongue around the crown of his cock. He doesn't swallow Zhongli down yet, dragging his tongue over the side, mouthing his way across the entire length until he hits hip bone. Childe bites at the skin there, worrying a bruising mark, brushing his thumb across it as he thinks of how it'll still be purple the next day.
It is a need, almost, to see Zhongli lose himself to his wet mouth. Makes Childe's chest swell with pride with every tug of his hair, or whine that's loosed from Zhongli's mouth. Childe's fingers wrap around the base in a loose-handed grip, spreading saliva and precome to ease the touch.
"Ajax, please."
Childe presses a soft kiss against the skin that peeks out from the opening of Zhongli's trousers. He slips back, and kisses the tip of Zhongli's cock, next, pumping him once with calloused fingers. When his mouth finds Zhongli's dick next, it's fully into his mouth. Childe moans as he slides down and down, taking the length right to the root.
Zhongli's thighs tense against the couch, hips rising as he fucks into Childe's mouth even deeper. Childe is full to the brim with cock, cheeks bulging wide as he presses his tongue flat against the underside. He groans, sucking, swirling his tongue around in that devilish way that Zhongli mentioned before.
"Fuck," hisses Zhongli, trying not to choke him. He brushes Childe's bangs back, watching him with a half-lidded, serpentine gaze, pupils slit into narrow lines. His edges are blurred by Geo swirling in the room—or maybe it's the tears that well in the corners of Childe's eyes.
Childe's throat burns. His head floats as he just sucks and sucks and sucks, bobbing along Zhongli's cock like it might be his last meal.
"Ajax," says Zhongli, his voice clipped and wanton. "Ajax."
This is what he loves and wants to see, Zhongli so close to the edge even though they've just barely begun. Zhongli gives him praise as he combs through Childe's hair, scratching at his scalp, encouraging him to move faster, to let him sleep deeper. "So good to me," he says, soft and soothing in that deep baritone. "I've thought of this all day, ever since that stunt you pulled at the restaurant. The way that you swallowed my fingers down, uncaring of who watched."
Childe whines around his dick, slipping down it further, intent on showing Zhongli just exactly what he can do. Zhongli already knows, of course.
"There's a good boy," he says, easing his cock into Childe's throat until the tip of it slips a little too deep. Childe's brain is hazy from the lack of oxygen. He's a drooling, snotty mess as spit drips from the corners of his mouth. Tears prick at his eyes, streaking down his cheeks.
It's good, it's so fucking good, it's everything that he wanted and dreamt of the entire day.
Childe grinds against the palm of his hand, moaning at the friction, and the way that Zhongli sits heavy in his mouth. When he pulls off, he knows that he looks desperate. "Fuck my mouth," he rasps, suckling at the tip, delighting in the salty taste of Zhongli's precome.
Zhongli looks utterly defeated, pink-faced, and debauched. He smooths a thumb over the high arch of Childe's cheek before stuffing his mouth full of his beautiful, thick cock. Childe moans, his own dick twitching. Everything below his belt aches with strain, even with the way that he squeezes at himself.
"Gods," he murmurs around Zhongli's length. Zhongli fucks into his mouth with a slow, roll of his hips. His cock pulls at the edges of Childe's mouth and cheeks, and bullies his throat. Childe wants more, needs more, fingers digging into the meat of Zhongli's thighs to encourage him.
"Gorgeous," says Zhongli, sliding his thumb across where Childe's lips are stretched wide to the brim. "Look at how well you take me. You just swallow everything down."
Childe is lost in the heady scent and the salty taste of his skin. He licks around him, as he swallows deeper. Zhongli ruts into his face with a little more force, holding Childe by the cheeks to still him. Harsher, more direct, but with a loving touch. They get lost in each other so easily, even when doing something as depraved as this.
Zhongli finds a good rhythm, fucking Childe's face as he chases his high. He must be close; the pattern of his movements is less smooth, and he bucks into his throat just a little too harshly—but Childe eats it up, eats him up, swallows everything that Zhongli has to offer him.
"Celestia, I—" Zhongli's back arches when he comes, half-pulled from Childe's mouth, painting his face and mouth white. He groans, crying out Childe's name in bliss, and Childe just sits there and soaks it all up.
He licks around his mouth, swallowing Zhongli's come, pressing his fingers to his mouth so not a drop is wasted. Tangy and bitter, and tasting of the earth, Childe moans as he cleans himself, tongue darting out to lap every last bit up.
And Zhongli watches him the entire time with a dangerous golden gaze, holding his cock that's already half-hard again. Fuck, thinks Childe, his mouth going dry. Fuck, he's ruined, entirely gone, he's never going to last.
Zhongli pulls him close again, wrapping an arm around his waist. He kisses Childe feverishly, licking into his mouth, moaning at the taste of his own come. "You taste of me," he says between the pressing of their lips. "Utterly divine, the entirety of you. This is the reason that I love you so dearly."
Oh. Childe laughs, pressing their foreheads together, soaking up the warmth of Zhongli's presence. He doesn't fight when he flipped over, pressed into the couch cushions, Zhongli hanging over him.
"Now then, I do think it's my turn to devour you whole, hm?"
