For Archon's Sake

Unlike Any Other

Zhongli had to tack this on to the evergrowing list of things he had miscalculated. Six thousand years, and he was certain he'd never had anything like Childe. Nor did he think he ever would again.

The Harbinger was currently face down into a pillow, back arched as he took everything Zhongli had been waiting almost a month to give him. "H-harder," he breathed, and Zhongli cursed as Childe took things into his own hands and grinded on him. "Be patient, we barely prepped enough as it is and I don't want to hu- shit ," he hissed, his head collapsing into the crook of Childe's neck as he started to speed up his pace. He had taken few lovers during his existence, and none of them had been this stubborn, this impatient. The bruising kisses they gave each other, the way Childe had quite literally ripped his shirt off and knocked the nightlamp off the dresser as he tugged Zhongli on top of him with a growl, all of these things were a far cry from the soft, caring lovemaking he'd experienced in years past.

And he savored every bit of it.

Because while all his lovers had treated him to a good time regardless, none of them could make his heart race the way it did when Childe held his gaze as he rose to his knees with a dangerous grin. None of them would have taken him in his mouth the way he did, his hands soon joining in as he held Zhongli's gaze the whole time in triumph. The archon had gripped his hair, head falling back as obscenities and begging spilled from his lips with no control. I'll be the one breaking you , he'd said. And now, fully seated in Childe, he would have to agree. He titled the ginger's head up towards him, whose eyebrows furrowed in confusion as Zhongli gently kissed him, his lashes tickling freckled cheeks. "You truly are something else," he sighed, closing his eyes as he listened to Childe's shaky breaths. When he opened them, he found guarded eyes awaiting him. Right. We're supposed to just be using each other. But what if...

Zhongli smiled a little too knowingly, and Childe moaned as he slid out of him and walked towards the closet. "You say we're just using each other? Then let us put it to the test." He rummaged around and came back with a turquoise scarf. Childe swallowed as Zhongli returned to the bed, draping the scarf around his neck and pulling him in with a hard yank.

"I would suggest you start praying to whatever deity is willing to save you at the moment, Harbinger. Consider yourself warned."

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Childe hardly thought it appropriate to pray to his patron archon at a time like this, but damn did he wish he had heeded Zhongli's warning. He was dripping in cum and gasping for air, his wrists tied to the same chair Zhongli had had his coat resting on not too long before. He came twice already, and was starting to realize that he might have underestimated both his partner's stamina and experience. The first had been from Zhongli's mouth, his tongue lazily delving wherever he wished, but giving special attention to his ass. Childe was reeling from the way Zhongli's tongue flicked, one moment teasingly soft, and the next relentlessly hard. The second had been from his teeth. The man worked his way down, leaving bite marks trailing in places others wouldn't be able to see. It was just as well, the Harbinger already had enough covering up to do. He stupidly hoped his neighbors didn't hear the shouts that left him when Zhongli teased his already peaked nipples, the spit and the tugging making the absolute best combo. Childe had to put all his effort into not running away from the overstimulation.

Then Zhongli closed his lips around Childe and all thoughts of work, patriotism, and honor went out the window. Childe had always found the idea of teeth scraping against his dick horrifying, but Zhongli had done him in, coaxing the most embarrassing whines out of him. Childe didn't apologize when his slick landed on the brunet's face, his stomach tightening as he watched him carelessly swipe a finger over his mouth and taste him properly. He even stopped to give Childe a cheshire grin as he murmured, "Thank you for the food." Childe made a note to bring this up the next time they ate together. The look on his face would be worth the trouble.

And now, Childe was about ten seconds away from breaking the chair holding him prisoner as Zhongli's fingers plunged in and out of him, hitting the same spot every time. "Gods, untie me ," Childe cried out, his body twisting. He wanted to rake his nails over Zhongli's back, wanted to be skin to skin when he finally went over the edge. But Zhongli just smiled patiently, those damned fingers still playing him like a fiddle. "No. I say that as both the person you are fucking and as one of the very gods you are pleading to."

He felt it then, his body tensing as it started to grow hotter with each passing second. "Please," he said, voice cracking, "Please." Zhongli pressed a kiss to his brow. "You're doing so good for me. You can handle this." Oh. Oh. That shouldn't have made Childe's legs clench together the way they did, but he was learning more about himself tonight than he had in the past five years of his sex life. Childe gripped the chair arms and tried to breathe his way through the building pressure to no avail. "Fuck, I'm gonna co-" he clenched his teeth as he came hard enough for the chair to almost tip over, his entire body drowning in pleasure. Childe was still shuddering when Zhongli carefully untied him, picking him up with ease and carrying him to the shower. As the water hit them both, warm clouds of steam curling around their feet, Childe felt his muscles start to relax. Zhongli peppered him with soft kisses as he sponged him down, and Childe was too tired to put up much of a fight. He let him towel him off too when they exited, but held up a hand when the consultant started searching for nightclothes. "You've already seen me at every angle," he yawned, flopping into the bed and sighing as he felt the touch of a cool pillow cradle his face. "So don't bother." He snuggled under the covers and squinted at Zhongli, who was beginning to gather his clothes. "Where are you going?"

Zhongli raised an eyebrow. "One night stands do not stay after their dalliances. Is this not up to date with current customs?" Childe slowly blinked, then threw a pillow at his face. "Get your ass in the bed," he said flatly. "By the way, you're cooking breakfast tomorrow." Zhongli chuckled, tossing the pillow back onto the mattress. Childe yelped as he jumped into the bed, both of them bouncing while Zhongli declared that he was going to cook anyway for fear of the Harbinger killing him with his attempts at scrambled eggs. Childe rolled his eyes. "That was one time, and you haven't tried any of my other dishes. Now do me a favor and go to sleep. I have a long day tomorrow." He turned over and cringed at the broken night lamp, then let his body loosen and his breathing slow. He felt a muscled arm wrap around his waist, and he started to open his mouth to say that this was a little bit too cozy for their current agreement. Zhongli beat him to it and grumbled, "Shut up and go to sleep. I'll wake you in the morning."

"Such a demanding tone, Zhongli. You're lucky I like your face." A snort from behind him, then a yawn. "Good night, Childe. You had better not take all of the covers."

Childe hid away a smile as he tucked his chin into his pillow. "Good night Zhongli. I will take the covers as I see fit."