"Too slow."

Childe rears back, a crooked grin on his face. "Oh?" His eyes fall half-lidded as he gives Zhongli one long, lurid glance. "That's a rare complaint from you. What is it that you like to say? I'd rather make love?"

"Even I can be—"

"Horny?"

"Impatient."

Childe hums at that and drags a hand down the length of Zhongli's sternum. His palm is palm, calloused, the rough texture of his skin pulling at Zhongli's. He sighs, arching into the touch before sinking back into the silk sheets.

"Impatience or neediness?" Childe is teasing, the lilting tone of his voice washing over Zhongli's form. "I read somewhere that dragons go through phases. You were particularly clingy today—oof."

Zhongli flips him easily, strength bulging in his lithe muscles as he tosses Childe over in the bed until he's pressed onto his back. He settles over him, their hips brushing, half-hard erections filling out as he grinds. "You tease, but you were the one so needy from the moment you walked in the door."

"Zhongli—"

"You pressed me against the wall. You kissed me, nothing but tongue and teeth, pawing at my trousers until I was like this. Who is the needy one?"

Childe doesn't immediately answer, pupils blown wide with lust. His hands find Zhongli's hips, fingers digging into the sharp angle of the bone there, just settled underneath the hemline of his shirt. "I—okay, that's unfair."

Zhongli gives him a knowing look, golden eyes flashing in the low lamplight of their room. "Unfair or true? Tell me, Ajax, just how desperate are you for me?" He watches Childe's throat bob as he swallows. "Shall I undress you and find out?"

Yes, yes he should. Zhongli will take his time, peeling the fabric from Childe's skin. He'll kiss every inch of him until he's squirming, cock hard and leaking, begging to be ridden. Then, Zhongli will sink down and fuck himself until Childe's writhing in the sheets and crying.

A delicious prospect, the sort of fantasy that plays right into Zhongli's hand.

It is a slow process. Childe does not resist as Zhongli removes his clothing, the rough-spun linen of his shirt dragging over his flesh and raising goose pebbles. His nails are now claws, a little too sharp, the perfect length for drawing pink welts into his skin. Zhongli leans close, nipping at Childe's collarbone, fangs just as sharp as they drag over the bone.

Childe is good. He is quiet, loosing only a soft whimper as he tries not to squirm. But he's good, so obedient, so perfect and pliant. Zhongli will enjoy pulling him apart, piece by piece until there's nothing left but a squalling mess in the sheets.

A flick to a nipple and the glittering metal pierced through it. The nub stiffens in the air and against the touch, sticking out. Begging to be played with. Zhongli is quick to latch his mouth around the flesh, suckling at it. Childe hisses when Zhongli bites down, his hands flying to his head. Fingers dip into his hair to pull it tight and Zhongli moans at the way his scalp burns.

"Zhongli, I—"

"You will be patient." It isn't a suggestion. Zhongli's words are quiet but firm, flooding the room with authority. He swirls a tongue around the other nipple, teeth catching the ridged swell. Childe arches against him, crying out.

And this is how it goes; kisses and touches and knuckles that drag along Childe's lines and creases. Zhongli explores the entire length of Childe slowly but surely, dragging him into the undertow of pleasure. He answers so readily, too, cock filling out at the barest of touches. Hefty and hard. The perfect length. Zhongli's mouth waters at the thought of it filling him past the point of fullness.

Zhongli's hand skitters down Childe's front, tracing the valleys of his abs like the Liyuen landscape. He kisses down Childe's sternum, nuzzling the skin, teeth dragging. He tastes like the ocean, like snow-crisp winter peaks, and the moon that hangs in the sky.

Childe moans as Zhongli kisses the spot just below his navel. Scratches through the coarse hair where his trousers lay open, ready to pull off. He lifts his hips as Zhongli tugs them off, throwing the offending article to the ground in a lump. "Gods, please." A soft whine as he begs.

Zhongli smiles against his skin as his tongue slips out to lick over the crease of Childe's groin. His scent is the strongest here, thick with arousal. Zhongli bites at his inner thigh, sucking a mark into the skin that'll bruise and claim him. "Mine," he murmurs. Possessive. Dragons are simple creatures, they like to hoard what they love.

"Yes, yes—" Childe's head falls back into the sheets. He gasps when Zhongli licks his cock next, the tip of his tongue traveling from the base to the tip.

Then Zhongli pinches the base and Childe strangles on a choked moan. "Stay still."

Childe whines, but he does, hips nestled in the sheets as he tries to not move. Zhongli purrs then, kissing the tip of his cock, a gift for listen. Then he swirls his tongue around the tip, lapping at the underside before swallowing the length down.

Zhongli pulls off cruelly after one bob of his head. He squeezes the base tightly, staving off whatever pleasure settled there.

"I—Zhongli."

He wants to tease him, perhaps. "Ajax," he murmurs, his breath ghosting the tip. A soft little kitten lick that only causes frustration on Childe's part. He whimpers, a distraught sound—but his hips remain still enough for Zhongli to reward him a little.

Zhongli sweeps a thumb down past his length. His face dips lower too, lapping at Childe's balls, sucking at one until Childe cries out his name. Zhongli presses into the smooth skin underneath, digging in, rubbing circles before dropping to the space between his asscheeks.

And then he pauses. "Oh," says Zhongli simply.

Childe is suddenly red in the face. He tries to hide it with his hands, squirming about.

They meet gazes again, Zhongli's eyes half-lidded and serpentine. He's the one who's smirking now while Childe tries to find words to explain himself.

"What's this?" asks Zhongli, pressing his thighs back to reveal Childe's hole—as well as the plug buried into it. Zhongli taps at the end and it resonates with Geo immediately. A favorite toy of theirs that usually stays tucked into a drawer. "How long have you been wearing this?"

Childe doesn't answer, obstinate and brat-like.

Zhongli presses against the plug longer this time. The smooth material can't help but react to his touch. He made it. Like calls to like, whether Zhongli means for it to or not. "Ajax, I asked you a question. Just tonight?"

"I'm—"

"This afternoon?"

"Look—"

Zhongli's mouth parts. His tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "This morning?" he asks softly, the thought of it daring. Childe, sitting at his desk in the bank, writhing about with this toy shoved up his ass. Zhongli wishes he'd been in on the game. He'd have visited. Childe might've been able to talk him into blowing of some steam during lunch, but this—

There's something particularly devious about Childe preparing himself in such a way. "Were you waiting all day?" Zhongli grabs the flared end of the plug and tugs it gently, watching the way Childe's hole stretches around the girth as it starts to slip free. "Did you want to be ready for me to fuck you once you arrived home?"

"Oh, oh."

On any other day, Zhongli would do just that. He'd pull the plug out and slip his cock in and fuck Childe until he can't think. There are other plans already set in motion. Zhongli has his sights set, Childe's thick cock his prize. He prods at that plug, fucking it back in, watching Childe's hole swallow the thickest part once more.

"Gods, please, just—"

"Be good for me." That firm tone again, quiet but commanding. Zhongli grinds the plug in with his palm and watches as Childe's hips rise from the bed.

"Fuck, fuck."

Then the pressure is gone as Zhongli pulls back, leaving the toy settled in Childe's ass. "This," he says, tapping the base once more, "stays in."

"Zhongli."

"Do you understand?"

Childe whines in response, nodding animatedly as his hips roll, trying to find friction. "Yes, just get on with it." And then, after a pause and for added measures, "Please."

Zhongli smiles something sweet and feral. "Good boy." He crawls up the length of Childe slowly. Zhongli's clothing comes off slower, each article of his suit unbuttoned and folded with care. Childe wriggles in the sheets. The plug pulses gently, still reacting to the ambient Geo in the room.

"Un—"

"Unfair?" finished Zhongli, shrugging out of his shirt. Childe's eyes drop to his chest and stare, biting at his lip.

"No."

Except it's exactly what Childe is thinking. His forehead is shiny with sweat. He moans, a whining sound lifting from his throat. His cock is red at the tip, twitching, dribbling precome all over his stomach in a messy affair. So handsome. Perfect. Utterly delectable.

Zhongli climbs over him, straddling his thighs, far more impatient now that Childe's gone out of his way to be so needy. A plug in his ass since the morning—a missed opportunity that Zhongli might punish him for later, but for now—

He cradles Childe's face, smoothing a thumb over his bottom lip. Childe leans into the touch, nuzzling his palm, nipping at the skin playfully in a manner he knows won't get him in trouble.

Zhongli pulls out the good oil, the soothing kind made of Silk Flowers, and smells like the night sky. Like Glaze Lilies blooming under the moon, like bottled love. He pours it over his hand and all over Childe's cock.

Childe's expression is pinched. "Aren't you—"

"Didn't you say that dragons are occasionally needy? Am I not hanging over you, expecting you to bend to my will?" Zhongli presses a hand to his hole. A plug, similar to Childe's cruder in nature and hastily made while out and about. Zhongli watched a couple kiss, wished it was him and Childe, and conjured a plug into his ass to stay the loneliness.

Childe watches Zhongli ease the construct out and toss it to the side. He swallows, eyes darting to it. Then his eyes tip closed as Zhongli takes his cock into hand.

The sink is quick. Zhongli sinks right to the root, his hole pliant and loose. "Oh gods," hisses Childe. "Oh, oh, gods, Zhongli."

An amusing curse that fills Zhongli's chest with warmth. The only god here is him; the god of their bedroom, of their love, of the way they make love and drag each other to the edge. Childe is so good to him, laying there and taking it. Barely moving as his fingers wring the sheets instead of grabbing hold of Zhongli's thighs.

"You can touch," he says, pulling a calloused hand to his side. Childe's grip is tight, his hands wide around his middle.

Then Zhongli moves, rising and falling against him, rolling his hips to take his cock deep. A dance of the ages. Debauched sounds drip from Childe's mouth as he ruts against him, meeting each thrust with a soft grind. A little movement. Enough for Zhongli to feel just how deep he is. Childe's cock is perfect, thick and heavy, dragging through his insides, that slight curve nailing Zhongli's prostate.

Zhongli groans, head tilted back. Hair pools around his shoulders as he rides Childe's dick, thighs trembling as he tries to stave himself off.

"Can I—Gods, please."

He wants to touch, wants to feel him. Wants to flip Zhongli over and fuck him into the bed.

Zhongli flicks a nipple instead, the metal bar of Childe's piercing ringing. "Be good," he reminds him. Lifts his hips and falls, taking Childe's cock for all it's worth. He pinches Childe's other nipple harshly, pulling at it.

Childe's cock thickens. It twitches. His nails dig into Zhongli's side, but he's still good for him, so good. Childe's toes curl in the bed and his thigh muscles bulge with the strain.

Zhongli moves faster. Reaches back behind him and slips a hand down. The plug in Childe's ass, the one that resonates with his touch—a gentle tap has Childe keening, bucking sharply into him. Zhongli gasps at the rough thrust, and he does it again, pulling at the plug in Childe's ass, and grinding it into him.

Childe cries out. Tears prick his eyes as they roll back in his head. "Don't stop. Don't, don't—"

"Will you beg for me?"

"Yes, anything. Anything, Zhongli."

"Do you want to come?" Zhongli certainly does, pleasure curling in his gut as he moves swiftly overtop Childe. He drops against him, forcing Childe's dick deep, rocking into him with heavy-handed movements.

"Please, please let me—" Childe yelps as Zhongli pulls the plug to its widest point before fucking it back in. Then he leaves it there, activating the Geo, the room lighting up in the wake of his power. Childe goes taut. He takes it as the go-ahead to pull Zhongli's hips against him, meeting his movements.

One thrust that nails those nerves inside. And another and another. Zhongli cries out, moaning Childe's name, hissing it—Ajax, Ajax—as he's fucked silly and raw.

Childe comes first, crying out his name, wet semen spilling out from his hole in a sloppy mess. Still thrusting, even now, riding out his high. Zhongli grabs his own cock, wrenching it tightly, the shlick shlick of his hand a filthy sound. He rolls his hips in a circular grind and Childe moans, squirming in overstimulation.

Zhongli comes all over his chest in thick, pearly ropes, the pleasure in his belly snapping as he comes undone. Childe falls still in the bed, dead as a doornail. He whimpers softly, beat. Zhongli leans forward, petting his hair, crooning soft words into his ear as he brings him back to the land of the living.

"Let's clean up—"

"No," murmurs Childe, tugging Zhongli close with an arm around his waist. "Don't go."

He doesn't. Zhongli settles into the sheets, sighing softly. Childe is almost too hot against his back, sweaty and sticky, still covered in come. Too tired to care.

Zhongli thumbs at the arm around his waist, humming softly. "Did you really wear that plug all morning?"

"I wanted you to rail me."

"And no one knew?"

Childe pauses. Stiffens. "Katya," he murmurs, embarrassed. Ekaterina always knows, though. And, well, what goes up the butt, stays up the butt, as far as she's concerned