CW: Egg Preg, Mpreg. It's very soft tho.


At first, Childe isn't sure that he heard correctly.

And really, he shouldn't be surprised. Zhongli isn't mortal— he's an adeptus, a former archon, a dragon. There've already been moments of occasional, and funky anatomy. Childe isn't one to shirk away from a challenge. Zhongli perhaps knows this the best, but—

"Wait, maybe I misheard, but you said something about eggs—"

Zhongli blinks at him, absurdly casual, his fingers curled around his teacup as if he didn't just offer to breed Childe full of them. "I did."

Childe is confused. He tries to connect the dots, tries to put two-and-two together, and despite Zhongli being a dragon, the idea of it doesn't quite equal four. More like a three-and-a-half on the what the absolute fuck scale.

"Children," blurts Childe.

"Yes," says Zhongli, his gaze narrowed ever so slightly. "I thought I was clear in my desire to raise a brood with you." Oh, why does Zhongli look even more confused than Childe?

"No, no, you are painfully clear on that." And Childe yearns for it too, really he does. He just thought that the solution would be a little more practical than being railed and pumped full of—

It isn't that Childe doesn't want to think about it. He's curious, and always up for whatever weird dragon-y shit that Zhongli brings out once in a blue moon. But at the same time, there's a wee bit of apprehension.

Childe so rarely feels utterly mortal when compared to Zhongli. This is definitely one of those moments.

"I—"

"Ajax," murmurs Zhongli, "It is perfectly fine to change your mind. Nothing is required of you, and I know that you have reservations about being a parent—"

"Archons above, that isn't it. I just thought it'd be adoption, or something a little more…" He swallows thickly, dragging a hand down his face. "Zhongli, I don't want to be the mother."

Zhongli's face takes on a rather comical expression, and then he laughs, genuinely and from the gut. It's a rare sound, one that Childe always files away for later when he hears it. But all he can think of right now is how red his face must be because this is easily the most awkward conversation they've ever had.

And that's including the one where Childe learned they'd been married for a year without his knowledge. Those damned chopsticks. They sit on the bedside table and mock him every night.

"Ah." Zhongli sounds amused, of all things. "Ajax, even if the method of conception is a little unusual, I assure you, you'd be a father—"

"Oh my Gods, are you really considering this?"

Zhongli's expression tightens slightly. "Are you not?" His voice is quiet, but not judgmental. Childe knows he would just prefer the truth.

"I'm a little, um—" He doesn't mean to be so freaked out, but the presented facts are a little overwhelming. "Zhongli," he says instead, "Fuck, you know that I love you, yeah?"

Zhongli raises an eyebrow. "I would hope so, otherwise the last near-decade would be incredibly concerning."

"And I'm like… I'm usually up for anything when it comes to you and your… you know." He gestures at Zhongli vaguely.

"I must admit, you are giving me mixed signals."

Childe sighs, pinching at his nose. "We've been married for like eight years, and this is the first time you've ever mentioned eggs. Mates? Good. Weird dragon anatomy? Definitely good. But you can't just pull eggs out of your ass and expect me to not freak out a little bit."

Zhongli is quiet for a long moment as he sets his cup of tea down. He presses his fingers together as he thinks, and Childe just watches him. Then, Zhongli says, "I would have thought it obvious. I am a dragon, Ajax."

In retrospect, perhaps Childe should have seen this coming. He isn't stupid. He's been curious enough to read books about lizards.

And then Zhongli's face softens, distracting Childe. Not much has changed with him over the years, aside from the subtle cracks in his prim demeanor. Zhongli's learned to relax around him, especially in private.

"Ajax," he says quietly, reaching out and taking his hand, "I understand that perhaps I overestimated that which you understood, but these are the things I sometimes overlook. It's the ease of what we share. So rarely is there a time where you show such… hesitation when presented with the weird wiles of my physiology."

Childe grins at him. "You truly know how to seduce a man, don't you?"

Zhongli does not. Except for maybe him. Childe is likely the only person in Liyue whose dick hardens at long and monotonous explanations given in that beloved dark timbre. Childe has also gotten off on weirder.

"Look," says Childe, "I'm not saying that I won't…"

"I am not opposed to adopting, or acquiring children however you prefer—"

"That sounds ominous."

Zhongli tugs Childe's hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. "But know this, Ajax: when I say that I want children with you, I want children with you. Our own flesh and blood that we've created together."

Childe's mouth goes dry at the thought. And yes, yes, it sounds strangely appealing in a very deep, horny, and feral place in his brain. It's been years of overcoming it, but the Abyss still tugs at the corners of his being, and Childe wonders if his interest in unearthly and relatively non-mortal thrills might be related.

Lately, though, he likens it to just being madly, insufferably in love with an old lizard.

"Oh," murmurs Childe.

"There is time to consider," says Zhongli, his voice warm. He thumbs at Childe's wedding ring, twisting it about his finger, and Childe practically melts into the seat at the dumb domesticity of it. "I've thought about it, though. Little ones. What is it that you call your father? Papa? It's easy to imagine."

It is, thinks Childe. The soft pitter-pattering of small feet through their home. It'd taken a long time for Zhongli to get the other adepti to agree to let Childe into Jueyun Karst, but he has it on good authority they're all rather fond of him now.

The idea of children— Well, it warms his gut more than he thought it would. What it would be like to share something so intimate with Zhongli, to create an entirely new life. His hand finds his taut stomach and rests there.

Then, he says, "You're going to have to explain how, though."

Childe isn't sure that he likes the smug smile on Zhongli's face.

#

So, maybe Childe is in over his head.

They've talked about it extensively. Zhongli went into excruciating detail about the entire process— though, he admits, it's mostly an estimation.

"To the best of my knowledge, at least," said Zhongli one quiet night while stroking his fingers through Childe's hair. Perhaps lessons in babymaking weren't the best bedtime story, but Childe owed him as much because Zhongli put an almost disturbing amount of research into it all.

Childe has always wanted children, weird thoughts about eggs aside, and he's always assumed he'd be the one with baby fever. He's wrong. Zhongli seems to wish for it on an instinctual level that Childe cannot even begin to comprehend.

He would much prefer more than to the best of his knowledge, but now that Childe has an inkling of just what he might be in for— well, he's game. He thinks.

Over the years, he's seen his husband in as many ways as he thought possible. He's never seen him like this, though, as he kneels on the bed. Zhongli's hair is unbound and hanging around his shoulders. The crown of his head is adorned with fuzzed antlers, and while they aren't new, they never cease to amaze Childe.

Childe's gaze slips lower, settling on Zhongli's groin. He swallows thickly.

"Ajax," says Zhongli, reaching out to smooth his hand across his thigh tentatively. "If you've changed your mind—"

"Nope." Childe says it too quickly, too eagerly, keeping his eyes on the prize right between Zhongli's powerful legs. Not just his gorgeous, glorious cock that Childe has come to love so much— but two.

Oh, how he wants. In whatever way that he can manage. Zhongli has explained the instinctual urges he's kept at bay, and just how he might respond. Childe looks forward to being manhandled and railed thoroughly.

One is relatively normal, its shape and girth familiar. The other is… well, not as strange as Zhongli made it out to be. He'd been hesitant, perhaps even shy about it. Judging by his face he's still worried that he might scare Childe off.

To which Childe scoffs. "Hey," he says, his voice low and soothing. "No need for that face. When have I ever backed down?"

"This isn't a challenge," says Zhongli, "Or it shouldn't be. This is—"

Childe reaches out and wraps his hand around the unfamiliar length, and whatever Zhongli is about to say is lost in a garbled tangle in his throat. It's hot against his hand and Zhongli hisses at the contact. Childe jerks his fingers across him, squeezing around the tip. It's spade-shaped and neatly tapered, perfect for pressing in deep and hitting all those right places.

He assumes, at least. Won't know until he tries.

"Oh," murmurs Zhongli, leaning forward slightly, pressing into Childe's hand.

Childe tightens his grip slightly, smoothing around the slick precome that dribbles from the tip. It's thicker, more sticky, more gel-like in its consistency. Childe is instantly curious, his tongue flickering out to taste and—

Zhongli's hand finds his head and stops him short of it. "Any further and I won't be able to turn back. Ajax, I need to hear you say it."

Childe looks up from where he's dipped low on the mattress. Zhongli's eyes are narrowed, his pupils narrowly slit. He's seen him in half-ruts before, times where his instincts take over and Childe doesn't leave his bed for days, fucked over and over again, and so well taken care of.

He can be rough, but Zhongli never hurts him, still so utterly aware even in such a deep state. Childe sometimes craves it, the delicious burn and the heavy drag of his cock deep inside. For a moment, Childe wonders if he could take both.

Another time, he thinks.

"Say what?" he asks cheekily, giving Zhongli a boyish grin. And then he slides his hand along the length of Zhongli's cock for good measure.

Zhongli moans above him, his fingers slipping into Childe's hair and tugging at it gently. "Ajax," he says, a soft little cry.

"Come on, tell me." Childe is the tease in bed, usually, because Zhongli is an old man who prefers making love to a good 'ole fucking. And Childe isn't complaining, he loves that and more. But he also loves pushing and pulling at Zhongli, and dragging those frustrated little grunts from his mouth.

"Ajax."

The strain in his tone catches Childe's attention. He leans forward, pressing a kiss against Zhongli's stomach, nuzzling the curve there. "Alright, alright. I want this, I want you." A pause, and then: "I want a child."

Zhongli whines at that, nearly pulling the hair from Childe's head. He loves the way that it burns, a reminder that Zhongli is here and real, the smooth skin of his belly soft under his lips, and his cock hard in Childe's hand.

"You do not have to…" Zhongli grunts as Childe jerks him again.

"You kidding?" Childe is very nearly offended. "What is it that you like to say? I want to devour you?"

Because Zhongli does. When given the chance, he'll sweep his mouth over the entirety of him, tongue darting out and tasting him places that he's never dreamt of. Zhongli lets go of Childe's hair and cups his cheeks instead between both hands, watching him.

"And what do I say in return?" continues Childe. He waits patiently, even though he's anything but, his hips squirming.

Zhongli thumbs over his bottom lip reverently. "That you will always devour me in return."

The grip on Childe's hair loosens, and he takes his opportunity. Childe darts forward, licking around the crown of Zhongli's serpentine cock, his tongue flattening against the underside. Then his lips seal around it, and he sucks just the crown. It's thick in his mouth, a little more hefty than his usual cock, and Childe has to wrap a hand to reach around the rest of it.

"Fuck." He pulls off, licking at his lips.

The precome is viscous and salty, but Childe can't get enough. He wants to keep licking at it, wants to swallow it all down. An embarrassing thought, heat spreading through him. Still, Childe swoops in, wrapping his mouth around Zhongli's cock again, taking it deeper this time.

"Gods," murmurs Zhongli. His fingers shift slightly to curl around the back of Childe's head, trying to keep himself from bucking into the tight heat of his throat.

Childe moans instead, opening his mouth up wide, trying to lodge it deeper. His hand slides over the rest of the length, squeezing tightly at the base. Childe cradles Zhongli's balls in the other with a light touch.

It's addicting, the weight of Zhongli's thick cock nestled deep in his throat; the way that Zhongli tries not to fuck in, his hips twitching; how his fingers tighten against the back of Childe's skull. Childe moans again, his eyes slipping closed as he falls into it, pleasurable heat spreading through his gut.

"Enough," says Zhongli, more calm and composed than expected. When Childe opens his eyes again, he looks anything but, cheeks pink and his golden eyes shimmering with lust. Childe can feel the Geo that swells around them, Zhongli's composure slipping ever so slightly—

And then it's gone, reigned in, pulled back tightly.

Zhongli presses Childe back with a hand, and Childe goes. He falls into the mattress and spreads his legs eagerly, allowing Zhongli to settle right between them. And Zhongli watches him, his hands sliding over Childe's skin as his gaze all but devours him.

"Ajax," he whispers softly, leaning forward to press his nose against his neck.

Gods, Childe loves this man. He loves the way that he dotes on him, the way that he hovers over him, the way that he breathes in his scent, and how his tongue snakes out to taste him. Zhongli sweeps a hand across Childe's chest, thumbing over a nipple.

Zhongli assured him that nothing about his body would change, but Childe wonders if his husband thinks of him feeding their brood in such a way. A baby, suckling at his breast; nipples, tender and swollen—

Childe moans as Zhongli pinches the nub gently. "Oh—" he hisses, his head falling back.

Normally, Zhongli would have moved by now, kissing him all over and exploring his body with his mouth. Instead, he uses his hand, smoothing over the hard planes of Childe's chest, and then down his stomach. Zhongli's face stays stubbornly pressed into the crook of Childe's neck, teasing the skin there with his fangs.

"Are you thinking about it?" asks Childe. He presses a hand to the back of Zhongli's head and tugging at it, threading his fingers through the softness of his hair. "Me, round with your child?"

He won't be, not really— but it's fun to imagine it, perhaps. And Zhongli must love the idea of it too, with the way that he grips at him tighter, and his nostrils flare against his neck.

"Ajax." He presses a kiss there, tongue licking across the length of it. Zhongli bites him often in a variety of ways, each of them oh-so delicious and welcome— but that's a special spot, a scar with true meaning. Zhongli nips at it, and Childe moans, hips bucking impatiently as always.

Zhongli's hand is a firm pressure against them, pinning him down. He huffs slightly as he pulls back and pecks the tip of his nose.

"Don't say it." Childe grins cheekily. "Patience," he finishes.

"I wish to spoil you," says Zhongli. He leans back fully and drags a hand down the entire length of him, watching. Childe squirms under his gaze, those golden eyes practically glowing in the dim quiet of their room.

Zhongli said that they wouldn't leave the room for days.

"Oh?"

"So rarely do we take our time."

Childe scoffs. "That's untrue."

Mostly. There are plenty of times when he and Zhongli indulge, those kinds of lazy mornings in bed that creep into the afternoons. Where they lay there tangled in the sheets as the afternoon haze spatters across the walls, lost in each other's presence.

But Zhongli watches him, a little too amused, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Oh, darling," he says quietly, and Childe melts, because that's the tone that always guts him. Spreads him wide and thin before he's hung out to dry.

Zhongli grasps him by the chin. He smooths over Childe's bottom lip with the pad of his thumb as he regards him fondly.

"Just kiss me already, you old fool."

Oh, and how he does. Zhongli swoops down and captures his lips, and Childe already feels drunk on the feeling of it. It always takes so little. Zhongli's mouth slots across his, licking across the seam of his mouth, and Childe opens immediately.

Hands wander. Zhongli still holds his face in a tight grasp, but his other fingers ghost along the sinuous line of Childe's hips. His claws are out, dragging up pink marks, the baby-fine hairs on Childe's skin standing straight as he shivers.

Zhongli soaks it up— the way that he responds. He swallows his breathy moans, tongue curling into his mouth. He draws those dangerous claws over the expanse of Childe's skin, and Childe whines, he keens.

"Beautiful," says Zhongli, against his mouth. "But imagine what you'll look like when you take my cock."

Childe looks at him shrewdly. "You— What has gotten into you?" Zhongli is plenty vocal in bed; husky grunts and that tone he uses when he whispers things into his ear. And Childe loves it because he's the type to soak up the praise and practically bathe in it, but—

Rarely this feral, or unhinged in his wants.

"Hm," hums Zhongli, pulling back to consider him. "I warned you, about how my instincts would kick in. This is different, Ajax. This time, I'm breeding you. We're making a child. Do you have any idea what that does to me? Just the idea of it?"

Childe swallows thickly.

He thinks that he can imagine, but he knows that he can't. Ever since their decision to go through with this, Zhongli has had nesting tendencies. It's been cute, adorable really. And even here, Childe isn't complaining.

Childe spreads his legs wider, showing off his cock, hard and leaking at the tip. Zhongli purrs at the sight, bending over to nuzzle against his collarbone.

Kisses, everywhere. His tongue laps at his skin. Childe jerks slightly as Zhongli licks across a nipple, suckling at the nub, rolling it between his teeth.

It's too slow, too hot, too annoying. Childe wriggles in his grasp, trying to get some friction. He'll take anything.

But Zhongli holds him down, pressing his hips into the bed, his palm warm against the sharp jut of the bone there. "Ajax," he warns, kissing his sternum. And then down and down. He nuzzles Childe's belly with his nose and nips at the smooth skin there.

"Fuck, please." Childe doesn't mean to sound so desperate, but it's impossible; he's itching for more. Zhongli looks like perfection between his legs, mouthing across him, fingers digging tightly into his thighs. And then—

Zhongli nuzzles his cock, his lips just barely ghosting it with his warm breath.

"Archons," whimpers Childe when Zhongli wraps a hand around him. He kisses the tip and licks the underside. He traces the vein as his grip tightens, and fuck, if Childe doesn't nearly tip over the edge right then. It would take so little, that's how it always is; eyes screwed shut tight and fingers curling into the silk sheets.

"So hard," muses Zhongli, chuckling. He jerks his head, spreading the leaking precome with his fingers. And then his mouth wraps around the crown of his dick, and he sucks.

Childe bucks against him, cock sliding deep into his mouth. Zhongli happily swallows him down the entire way until his nose meets his groin, and the tip is lodged in the back of his throat.

"Oh," breathes Childe, reaching down to thread his fingers into his hair. He tugs, a little bit bruising with his grip, and Zhongli moans around him. His mouth is warm and wet. His throat is tight. Zhongli knows just how to avoid anything vital with his fangs, leaving behind a dragging sort of pressure that causes Childe's toes to curl. "Mhmm—"

Zhongli knows his tells and squeezes around the base of his dick tightly. When pulls off, he looks at Childe with eyes and simmering gold and says, "Not yet."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me."

Zhongli cradles his balls instead, nuzzling those gently, ignoring his cock. Childe sighs, annoyed and mildly frustrated— but then Zhongli's thumb presses against the smooth skin right between, just under his cock— and Childe keens instead, back arching up from the bed.

"I'm— gods, don't make me beg—"

"You should," says Zhongli, teasing as he pulls back slightly to spread his asscheeks with his thumbs. Childe shifts slightly, readjusting his legs, and his cock bobs pathetically, dripping all over his groin.

"Zhongli."

"You do it so well," says Zhongli, laying there on his stomach, just looking. Childe squirms under his gaze. "Those soft moans and how your words choke around them."

"Zhongli."

Zhongli smooths circles over the skin of his ass, so very, very close to his hole. Childe could cry, he wants the touch so bad, but Zhongli is stubborn in his teasing, his breath warm across the tight furl as it lingers.

"Please," cries Childe, "Please—"

"Such a good boy," says Zhongli, and the praise sinks straight into Childe's gut. A thumb over his hole. The way that Zhongli just barely presses in. Childe's fingers have sunk into his hair again, ghosting across Zhongli's velvety horns.

And Zhongli pauses, resting his cheek against the inside of his thigh. His eyes slip closed and he purrs, a soft rumbling that rises from his chest.

There are often moments like this, soft little things that punctuate the heady lust that falls over them. Maybe it's the years they've been together, or the innate drive to just soak it up; but Childe loves this most— when Zhongli just falls still under his touch, enjoying it.

"You aren't regretting this, are you?" asks Zhongli softly.

Childe wonders where the fuck that thought comes from. And that's exactly what he asks him.

"Ajax—"

"I love you," cuts in Childe, "Why wouldn't I want this?"

Zhongli says nothing, contemplating whatever he does in that quiet way of his. He shifts slightly, tugging Childe further down the bed. He presses his thighs back, and spreads his asscheeks again, and then dips down low and licks right across his hole.

A good way to cut away the anxiety. Childe's breath hitches, and he moans at the contact.

Zhongli's grip tightens as he spreads him wider, thumb circling his rim while his tongue presses against it insistently.

"Oh—" Childe chokes as Zhongli's tongue slips in, rough with its texture and slick. "Fuck, fuck—"

Zhongli eats him up like he's a delicacy, fucking his tongue in and out. He fingered Childe's rim, tugging at it gently, coaxing him to loosen up and relax. Childe does, melting into the mattress, his head tipping back as he whines.

The tongue is thick and decidedly draconian, scraping against his insides and sinking in deep. Childe cries out, covering his face with his arm, embarrassed.

And then the tongue is gone, lapping at his hole instead. "Don't," says Zhongli, that devilish muscle sweeping across his rim, "I want to hear you."

"I'm— oh my gods."

Zhongli licks back into him, his tongue fucking in with languid thrusts. So, so close to his prostate; Childe bucks against his face to try and get a better angle. But Zhongli holds him firm, pressing his hips against the mattress.

Childe knows he wants him to be patient, that Zhongli wants to drag this out for as long as he can until he's overstimulated and begging. A good idea, considering what's in store for the night.

It doesn't change the way that his cock aches and dribbles all over him, or how tight pleasure curls in his gut.

Zhongli pulls back again, pressing a kiss against his rim. He thumbs at it gently, and purrs, "So perfect for me." His voice is low, like liquid gold, and it breaks Childe down, nerve by nerve.

"Okay, okay, I'm begging you now. Please."

Zhongli hums as he pauses, finding a bottle of oil stashed in the sheets. A slick finger circles around his hole and slips in, quickly followed by a second.

"Yes."

Childe could cry— even two fingers feels so good; long and dextrous, reaching right where he needs him. Zhongli lets out a huff as he takes pity, his fingertips sweeping over Childe's prostate.

It isn't enough, thinks Childe. It's good— so good— but it isn't enough. Childe fucks back against his fingers, trying to drag them deeper. He wants a third, or a fourth, or fuck, just his cock already.

And then he remembers in his lustful haze, the promise of something new that night. A cock, long and thick, ridged and tapered at the head. Childe tugs at Zhongli's hair. "Fuck me," he says earnestly, "That's enough, I want—"

"Soon," says Zhongli, slicking up a third finger. It slips deep with ease and he fucks Childe with his hand, spreading them wide and pulling at his rim. Easing him looser and looser until Childe's nothing but a relaxed puddle underneath his expert touch.

"No," Childe whines, pitiful and croaked. "No, no, no—"

"Let me take care of you." Zhongli's voice is like a quiet calm that washes over him. Childe lays there and lets him do so, lets him do whatever he wants.

Zhongli raises slightly, kissing the tip of his cock, tongue swirling around the head. He drives his fingers in deeper and faster, pulling Childe closer and closer to the edge. Childe holds on, fingers curling around those draconian horns, and this time, it's Zhongli who pauses, his fingers stuttering, a moan punched from his throat.

"Come on," says Childe, "I'm— Gods I'm so close."

"Ajax." Zhongli sighs it against his skin, eyes slipping closed as his fingers curl against Childe's prostate. "Ajax," he says, kissing the word into Childe's skin.

"I don't—" Childe ruts against his hand. "—Not like this, not—"

Zhongli is merciless in how he touches. Fingers curling perfectly, his lips sucking marks into the meaty part of his legs. He scrapes his fangs across his inner thighs, nipping at the skin there, and Childe keens with want.

"Breed me," he demands.

Zhongli stops dead, his fingers knuckle deep in his ass. Childe can feel the ragged breath against the base of his cock, the soft hitch in Zhongli's throat.

"Mate," says Childe, gaze narrowed, skin flushed down to his chest. "Breed me. Put a child in me."

Zhongli is swift in how he moves. Childe's ass aches from the sudden absence of his fingers, clenching around nothing. Zhongli settles between his thighs, hitching his legs high over his hips. He drags a hand down Childe's front slowly, reverently, watching him with those ancient eyes that burn gold.

Childe loves him. His heart burns for this man, this dragon that kneels between his knees. How lucky he is to have captured this god and become his everything.

"Ajax," says Zhongli quietly, his eyes crinkled at the corners. Childe soaks up the handsome view, how he seems to bleed Geo into the air around them. Zhongli watches him like he's the only thing in the world.

And maybe he is. Sometimes, it feels like it.

"Come on," says Childe, hand sneaking between them and taking hold of Zhongli's draconic cock. It's hot in his grasp, slick with that tacky precome. He thumbs over the slit, spreading it around the tapered head.

Zhongli's hand shoots out, grasping him by the wrist. Hesitant with his hold.

"Fuck me, please," says Childe, remembering the delicious description of exactly what needs to be done.

Zhongli pours out more oil than is necessary, but Childe refuses to let him spread it. He jerks his cock instead, squeezing it tight. Zhongli sighs contently as he watches. And then, Childe lifts his hips, nestling the cock between his asscheeks. Zhongli grips him tightly by the hips, nostrils flaring as he gazes between them.

He looks different. Quiet, contemplative. A little like a snake that's about to strike.

Then his cock sinks in, the glide slow and gentle with Zhongli's careful movements.

And oh, oh— Childe's heart is in his throat. Thick, long, and so, so hot. The ridges along Zhongli's length pull at his sensitive, puffed rim, and Childe decides right then and there, that this will be a frequent indulgence.

Childe's fingers curl into Zhongli's sides, nails biting into his hips. Zhongli is patient, pulling back ever so slightly before fucking in deeper with slow rolls of his hips until he bottoms out.

"Archons," hisses Childe, but not in pain. He's so full, deliciously complete, Zhongli's serpentine dick rubbing against the most perfect spots. And then, there's the second, nudging the back of his thigh, dribbling precome everywhere.

Celestia above.

He knows that he looks and feels a mess— face ruddy, skin pink to his sternum. Zhongli tucks in near him, fangs grazing his skin. And then his fingers curl around the back of Childe's neck, settling over the scar there.

Zhongli presses their foreheads together and just breathes in the scent of him. Sits still, his cock nestled deep in Childe's guts. "Fuck," he murmurs, nuzzling the juncture where Childe's neck meets his shoulder.

"Holy fuck. I— fuck, can you just move?"

Zhongli laughs against him, pressing a kiss against his collarbone. "Are you ready, Ajax?" he asks right near his ear, breath warm and wet. "These instincts— they won't stop, not until you're full with an egg. Not until you're swollen with my spend."

"Zhongli." He quiets, and Childe brushes a hand through his hair. He presses a kiss to his forehead and then leans close to his ear and says, "Fuck me, already."

He does just that, and so spectacularly. Pulls back his hips and rolls into Childe languidly. It's a leisurely pace, the kind that's meant to savor every moment. He leans close to him, murmuring words into Childe's collarbone— so tight; so perfect; my darling, darling mate. He presses kiss after kiss into his skin, and tattoos praise after praise.

Childe keens, laying back, arching off the mattress, and meeting every thrust. He cries out, wanton, Zhongli's name tumbling from his lips.

The drag of his cock and the way that it sets Childe's nerves alight— he feels like he's on fire, weightless and floating as Zhongli fucks into his prostate. His other cock is hot against Childe's assheek. "I'm— oh my gods. Archons—"

Zhongli leans back, taking in the sight of him. And when Childe looks, everything is different. Swirls of Geo through the air, Zhongli's skin blackened and golden. He watches Childe with feral intent, eyes narrowed as they sweep over the entirety.

"Ajax," he says, thrusting in deep. Childe can't help the way that his ass clenches at the sound of it, how his voice is dripping with umber, how blissed and lost and debauched Zhongli seems to be. He's in control. He isn't entirely gone; but he handles Childe with a sort of roughness he'll feel for days.

He wants it, relishes the idea of it. How he'll limp with satisfaction the moment he pulls himself from their bed. "Full," he blurts, eyes rolling back in his head as he bites his lip. "So, so—"

Not full enough, he thinks. There's more to come, more. He needs it like yesterday. It hasn't come soon enough. Zhongli needs to fuck into him faster and put him right through the wringer.

Zhongli knows the look, the blissed-out, heady gaze that Childe so often wears in moments like this. "Not yet," he murmurs, dragging those dangerous claws down his chest. "I want to indulge more. You feel so good, so tight and warm. Perfect for me."

Childe sighs, drunk on the praise. Zhongli presses his legs bag to watch as he fucks in, smoothing a thumb over where his rim is spread wide around his cock. Childe moans, a choked and dying thing. He feels the pleasure coil tighter in his gut and claws at the sheets—

Then the touch is gone, and Zhongli's thrusts peter out into a halt. He's tense, his presence overwhelming, and all that Childe can think is mine, mine, mine.

"Please," he murmurs, unsure what he's begging for.

Zhongli cups his cheek and leans forward for a kiss. It's a sweet thing in the heat of the moment, their lips lingering as Zhongli coaxes his mouth open. When he pulls back, he hovers close, their breaths mingling. He presses his thumb into Childe's mouth, holding his tongue down and swiping over it.

"Ajax, I'm close," he says quietly.

Childe moans around the digit, about to tell him to just come deep inside like he always does— and then he remembers. "Oh," he breathes. Zhongli pulls his thumb out, smoothing it over his bottom lip, wetting it. "Oh."

Zhongli brushes his hair back and kisses his forehead. He regards Childe with such a loving look that it nearly breaks his heart— because he feels so full. His cock, his love, the way that Zhongli looks at him like he's hung the moon.

"Never with another have I done this," he says, his voice a low rumble that teases Childe's ear. "I've never wanted to, but with you— Oh, it's a need." Zhongli drags his nose down the side of Childe's face, breathing him in deep.

"Yes, yes. Please, just—"

Zhongli growls, nipping at his neck. He fucks into him again, faster and harder this time. He stays close though, his front plastered against Childe. Childe pulls him down, arms around his neck, fingers curled tightly into his hair.

He gasps into his neck, split wide around his draconian cock, sucking him deep. The ridges of Zhongli's dick pull at his hole with delicious friction. The tapered head slides past his prostate, oh so deep. Drags along those nerves, his insides, yanking at him from inside out as Zhongli ruts into him with heavy thrusts.

A gentle hand against his stomach rests there. They've prepared for this, swirls of adeptal energy that'll aid in carrying an egg. Childe doesn't think about the particulars, just that he wants it; so he begs again, whining, ravenous pleas that only seem to further Zhongli's efforts.

"Gods," he says in Childe's ear. "You take me so well, always have."

"Yes, yes, yes." The swell is subtle at first, just minor thickening at the base of Zhongli's cock. "That's—" It's a punched whisper, slightly in awe. An egg, he thinks in wonder.

Zhongli's grip tightens in the pillow beside Childe's face. His thrusting slows to a crawl, that subtle bulge at the end of his dick pressing against Childe's hole. Zhongli pauses, taking a moment to add more oil. He spreads it around, thumbing across the loose and slick rim, and Childe moans.

And then Zhongli rolls his hips, a soft, rocking maneuver. He leans close and presses a kiss to Childe's lips. "Slowly," he says, "Easy does it."

"How big?" asked Childe what seems like months ago.

"Perhaps like that of a goose, but longer, more oblong. Nothing that you cannot handle."

Childe can take a lot. He's been beaten up and bloodied because he wanted it. He's been edged forever and a day until he's nothing but a pile of goo, overstimulated and sniveling. He's begged for it rough, and Zhongli is known to give in, fucking him into the bed until he can't stand straight for days.

This is different. Childe is already so full of the thick cock, just a smidge longer than he's used to. As Zhongli presses in deep, the thickness of the base catches against the rim of his asshole. A slight burn, the delicious kind where the pain is more pleasure, and Childe only wants more.

"Oh," he breathes, his face in the crook Zhongli's neck, holding him tight and doing the best he can to ground himself.

Zhongli's thrusts are gentle and languid as he slowly eases his cock in further. Childe whines, finger pulling at Zhongli's hair and curling around his horns. Zhongli growls lowly— not in a warning, but rather a rumbling approval.

"Come on," he murmurs against him, "Relax for me."

Childe is, he is— but the pressure is intense, and the egg that sits at the bottom of Zhongli's cock, nearly twice as wide as the rest of its length, requires effort. He whines, a breathy sort of thing. He lifts his hips, trying to bear down against Zhongli.

"I want—"

"You can," says Zhongli, his breath curling near his ear. Childe scrabbles against him as his cock slips in further and further with every gentle roll. "I know that you can. The perfect mate."

"I'm—" Childe groans, legs locking tight, back arching against the bed. Zhongli still moves with careful intent, but his thrusts are heavier as they knock against him, trying to drive his cock in the way that it needs to be.

Childe's dick aches so bad it hurts, bobbing as he's pressed into the bed, nearly purple at the tip. Zhongli sees it. He reaches down and grasps at it, those long and dexterous fingers so good wringing Childe dry.

"You'd look so good," says Zhongli, "Swollen with our child."

It's mostly talk, but Childe nearly comes at the thought, his breath hitching in his throat. It's almost too much, the way that his ass spreads wide. Childe chokes on a cry as Zhongli's cock slips in deeper with every thrust.

"Gods," Zhongli says, pulling back to watch. "Look at you."

"Zhongli, please."

"Shh, darling." Zhongli's voice is a soothing balm, so contradictory to the way that his dick pushes Childe to his limits. But the way that his eyes burn gold, and how his pupils are so narrowly slit— he looks more like a dragon than ever before, and Childe finds himself falling in love all over again.

It feels like an eternity until Zhongli slips the entire way inside, hips flush against Childe's ass. Childe cries out, cursing. Repeats Zhongli's name, over and over again as he tries to adjust to the feeling of being so heavily packed.

"Fuck me," begs Childe, "Oh my gods, just— just fuck the damn thing into me."

Zhongli moves, and Childe loves it. Zhongli lifts his hips, and while he can't really pull out, he fucks into him with a nice and deep grind, and Childe feels like he's being pulled apart at the seams.

Thick and full, drunk on hazy pleasure. His cock twitches pathetically in Zhongli's hand as he jerks it. Childe feels the cock heavy in his ass shudder, the egg shifting slightly.

Zhongli pulls back his cock until the wide base struggles against Childe's rim. Then he grinds back in, and does just that, over and over again.

The egg slips, dragging across Childe's prostate. Tears leak at the corner of his eyes. He's stuffed full, entirely to the brim. There isn't anything but Zhongli, his husband, his mate right before him. Sandalwood, and sage, and the smell of the earth. Zhongli's arms, black and gold that encase him.

And fuck, he sounds so good, whispering praise into Childe's ear. Telling him that he's taking him so well, that he can't wait to see him carry it. Zhongli releases his cock and presses a hand to his belly instead as he presses in deep, his cock lodged as far as it can go.

"I'm— Oh my god."

His gut feels tight, and not because he's about to come. Childe has never felt so full in such a place, settled so high, just under his belly button. Zhongli murmurs in his ear as he ruts against him, short aborted thrusts that prove he's nearing his end.

Childe cries out, a pitiful sob, tears leaking down his face as he loses himself. He comes, the coil in his belly snapping right in half. Heat floods through him as he clenches down, and Zhongli's fingers dig into him so tightly that it's painful.

"Zhongli," whispers Childe, nothing but a debauched mess. "Zhongli, Zhongli—"

"Yes," says Zhongli, biting at his neck, mouthing a mark into the soft skin there. His thrusts hit directly and neat, perfectly aimed. Childe wrenches at that feeling of it, tense and taut under his grasp. Overstimulated and undone, nothing but a sobbing mess, he scrabbles against Zhongli as he fucks into him.

Zhongli makes a noise he's never heard before, a sort-of pained, half-choked groan. "Ajax," he says, pressing their foreheads together, gripping him tightly by the thighs. "Ajax." He comes, squeezing the egg out from that draconic length, its way eased by all that sticky spend. It's lodged so deep, so high. Childe feels like he's full to the throat.

His husband moans, a croaked and crack sort of sound. Zhongli, is the one whining into Childe's neck this time, because he's an emotional wreck. He grips Childe by the cheek and kisses him, over and over.

And then he says, "We aren't done. Ajax, I still have too—"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Childe almost forgot about the promise of a second cock— the more familiar one to him. His own stirs at the thought of it, Zhongli slipping in and filling him up even more. Their egg will take— it'll take. It awakens instincts he never even thought he had.

Zhongli eases the serpentine cock from him, slowly. The egg left behind feels bulbous and round in his gut. Childe can't think straight as Zhongli shifts against him, his other cock nestled against his entrance. It slides in so easily, smaller than the first, bottoming out immediately.

"This won't… I won't last long."

Childe doesn't care. Oh, but good, he thinks instead. Still so, so good. Hits all the right places as Zhongli fucks into him at a fevered pace. The tip of his cock bumps against his prostate. It presses in deep and pulls at his insides.

Childe keens, fucking back against him, meeting his thrusts wantonly with every rise of his hips. Feels it in his chest, deep in his heart. He's been wrenched and flayed, laid open and wide from Zhongli.

How his husband loves him. Zhongli's eyes narrow as he smooths his hand over his stomach, feeling the very small, subtle bulge there. "Mine," he says possessively, "Both of you— mine, all mine."

Childe's cock twitches, hard again, dribbling thing precome. Zhongli's second cock slides against it, half-hard, slick and hot. Zhongli takes hold of them both, squeezing them tight. Childe gasps at the friction, at the feel of it all.

The way that Zhongli fucks into him. Those golden, glowing fingers wrapped around his cock as he tugs at it. His other cock, semi-hard and holding on, rubbing against him.

Zhongli, true to his word, tips over the edge surprisingly quick, filling his ass up with what feels like mountains of come. Childe moans, watching him through a lust-laden haze as Zhongli settles in dip and doesn't move.

Childe is so close— so close. He wriggles about, trying to relieve that pressure, trying to crack that dam once more. Zhongli eases them onto their sides, his cock buried deep. Childe whimpers pathetically as his hand snakes around to take his cock again.

"Shh," whispers Zhongli into his ear, nuzzling the skin of his neck, "I'll take care of you."

And he does, he always does; those long fingers so good at what they do. His cock stays lodged deep, plugging him full. The egg sits heavy and high, thick almost— in a satisfying way. Childe's never felt so utterly satisfied, fucked within an inch of his life, filled to the absolute brim.

They're doing this again, they have to. Childe wants more children if it means this blissed-out haze and surrendering all of his control.

Zhongli's cooes against him, voice loving as he whispers praises. "You did so well," he says, his hand slick on Childe's cock as he pumps it steadily. "I love you, so, so much."

Childe comes all over Zhongli's hand, his spend thin and watery. He whimpers again from the overstimulation, but Zhongli persists in remaining seated inside. "Rest," says Zhongli, licking Childe's come from his fingers like a fine delicacy.

He rests. Floats on those final tendrils of pleasure as he slowly comes down from his high. Things come back into focus. The warmth of the bed and the blanket thrown over his waist. The tacky feel of his skin from sweat and come. How he aches.

Zhongli is a heavy, solid weight against this back, still whispering sweet nothings against the back of his neck. His hand, resting against the soft curve of his stomach— a barely-there roundness that would easily be missed.

Childe didn't know that he could feel so utterly satisfied, and he isn't just thinking about how delightfully full he feels.

Zhongli feels his shift. "How are you feeling," he asks, quietly.

"Tired," says Childe. Then he chuckles, hoarsely. "Like I was mauled."

"I—"

"Warned me, I know." Zhongli is always self-conscious about the less-than-human parts of himself, but Childe loves them, welcomes them, relishes them. And he tells him that, time and time again.

Then Childe asks, "How are you feeling?"

Zhongli is quiet for a long time. He breathes in Childe's smell, burning his nose in the fine baby hairs at the top of his spine. "Satisfied," he says. "So, wholly satisfied in a way that I cannot comprehend. It's because—" He stops, rubbing a circle against Childe's belly.

"I think that I know," says Childe quietly.

Another long moment as Zhongli thinks. "I feel it," he whispers, his breath hitched, "The barest hints of Geo."

Zhongli sounds moments away from crying. Childe tugs his hand up and kisses it. Then he kisses his wedding ring too, his lips lingering. Gods above, he loves this man, and he doesn't regret this, not one fucking bit.

"Rest," says Childe, this time the one to ease him under.

And Zhongli does, a rare thing in of itself.