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“Okay, so me and Paimon and Venti will be sharing a tent,” Aether says, his fist in his splayed palm. “Because Venti doesn’t move in his sleep. And because he doesn’t feel like he’s dropping a mountain’s worth of weight on me when he accidentally puts his arm on my stomach. Which he won’t, because he doesn’t move. And also he won’t pull a blade on me every time me or Paimon move. So that leaves you two.”
If he was a man who was capable of feeling shame, he would feel properly chastised. But Childe’s shame has faded somewhere between falling into the Abyss and walking in on the Tsaritsa motorboating Signora’s tits, so he merely grins back at Aether and a laughing Venti, and hooks his arm around Zhongli’s.
Zhongli, however – he looks properly chastised, with a silly little furrow between his brows. “I apologize,” he says, frowning, “I did not realize I was moving around in my slumber.”
“One time you nearly crushed me!” Paimon supplies helpfully. “I bit you, but you didn’t wake up.”
“Oh,” Zhongli says, frowning a little harder.
“Sorry Childe,” Aether says, unapologetically. “We’re sacrificing you to keep ourselves safe.”
“Sure!” Childe says. He pats Zhongli’s arm. “I’m sure it won’t be that bad! Right, Mister Zhongli?”
Zhongli’s frown softens into a small smile. “Right,” he nods, and proceeds to make Childe eat his words later that night.
“Mister Zhongli,” Childe whispers. In the middle of the night, when it is silent, quiet, dark, Childe wakes up to a heavy arm curled around him and Zhongli pressed up against his back. This wouldn’t usually be a problem. Childe likes the warmth. The problem is – the problem is this: Zhongli’s cock is also pressed up against Childe’s back.
He wriggles around a little, trying to free himself from Zhongli’s iron grip. It is a futile effort, probably. Zhongli only grunts and tightens his hold. He makes a slow, rumbling noise – and he – grinds his hips forward, right against Childe’s ass.
“W- wait – nnah!”
It’s useless. The man is fast asleep, like a rock in a lake. Some dream he must be having, Childe thinks, squirming desperately against Zhongli’s grip, if he’s rutting up against Childe like this. Zhongli’s slow breathing ruffles the back of his head, warm and steady. Childe bites down on his lip, rocking back against Zhongli, almost guiltily. It’s not a particularly hot night, but Childe’s sweating, anyway, trapped in Zhongli’s warm embrace.
“Nnh – nngh – mmnh ♡”
Archons above, is that really his voice? It’s so pathetic, the way he already sounds wrecked – simply from Zhongli grinding up against his ass. To be fair, it’s Zhongli. It’s always been Zhongli – with his broad, solid build; his warm smile and his handsome face; the gentle way he laughs at Childe’s unfunny jokes; and –
– and the absolutely massive cock in his pants that is currently rubbing against Childe right in this very moment.
“Zhongli–“ Childe whines. He knows its useless – knows there won’t be any response. He says it anyway, enjoys the brief satisfaction of the way the syllables curl on his tongue.
“Zhongli,” he gasps, and as if Zhongli can hear him, his hips buck forward – and Childe’s toes curl from the hot, heavy feeling, low in his belly – the burning need to reach back and touch –
That’s not a bad idea. Zhongli is a deep sleeper, anyways, if Aether and Paimon were to be trusted. They wouldn’t make a story up like this, right? Not to their dear old friend?
Childe reaches back carefully. It’s easy to shift his hips a little, just enough to pull both their pants down. Fuck, but Zhongli’s big. Long, and – gods, Childe can barely wrap his fingers around him – he’s got girth. If Zhongli ever puts it in, it’s going to hit deep. Childe bites down on his lip so hard he tastes blood. He wants it – wants Zhongli’s cock – wants Zhongli to pin him down and spread him open and use him –
“Hnnh- nnah~♡” Zhongli’s still rutting against him. It’s so much more intense now that they’re skin to skin, no more barriers between them. Zhongli’s cock leaves a sticky trail on Childe’s skin – hot and heavy against his ass – but he wants more. Hastily, he reaches back with conjured lube on his fingers, slicks Zhongli’s cock with it so the man wouldn’t rub himself raw. It only takes a little repositioning before Zhongli is thrusting where Childe wants him to – right between the cheeks of his ass.
“Haangh~ ♡” A slow, slick thrust, right up against the rim of his hole. Childe’s moan almost drowns out Zhongli’s sigh as he stills, as if the sensation is catching up with his slumbering body, finally, and Childe tenses for a brief panicked moment before Zhongli slowly, slowly continues to rock his hips up against Childe’s ass.
“Zhongli – ah, ahnn – Zhongli ♡”
He knows he’s being a little loud. But it just feels so good, the weight of Zhongli’s arms around him; the way he’s nothing more than a toy for Zhongli to get off on; the humiliating pleasure of being helpless, powerless. It feels good – it feels so good – it feels so –
Desperately, Childe shoves a hand between his legs. He cums almost instantly when his fingers wrap around his own cock – feeling his thighs quiver with the intensity of his orgasm. Zhongli’s still going, his rhythm almost picking up pace, his arms tight around Childe’s stomach. Childe breathes hard, and tries even harder to tighten his ass around Zhongli’s slick cock. He’s boneless with pleasure, almost tired out himself – but he needs Zhongli to cum so he can fuck himself open – Zhongli wouldn’t mind if it’s just the tip, right?
“Zhongli,” Childe whispers, his unsteady voice lost in the filthy slick sounds of Zhongli fucking between his ass, “Zhongli – Zhongli, cum already, cum all over me –“
Zhongli groans. Childe is almost convinced he’s awake, at this point, but then Zhongli cums all over his ass in hot, wet stripes, and – what was he thinking about, again?
Zhongli noses against the back of Childe’s neck, almost tenderly. Childe almost feels guilty – almost, but what Zhongli doesn’t know won’t kill him. He dips his fingers in the cum cooling on his skin, pulling his fingers apart to admire the stickiness and then –
The taste is gross. It’s gross, but it’s Zhongli, so he won’t complain. Childe scoops up more of Zhongli’s cum, reaching back to press a finger into himself. He whines, adding another finger, scissoring them apart hastily. He stuffs himself with more lube for good measure, licking his lips as he thinks about Zhongli’s cock, still hard against Childe’s ass even though he just came.
“Ahhn – I want you inside – Zhongli, Zhongli –“
Just the tip. It’s okay if he puts Zhongli’s cock inside if it’s just a little, Childe rationalizes. Just the tip is fine. He reaches back to guide Zhongli’s cock against his rim, moving to push his hips back, and then –
Zhongli shoves forward. It’s such an abrupt movement that Childe almost screams – turning his head into their makeshift pillow just in time to muffle the sound. He’s still not all the way in, Childe can tell, but it already feels like so much, spearing him open. It’s embarrassing, but he almost cums from that one single thrust alone, trying not to convulse too hard. If Zhongli wakes up now, he’d be dead. There’s no explaining a situation like this: their pants pushed down, Zhongli’s cum cooling against his skin, Zhongli’s cock inside him. But then Zhongli starts rocking into him again, and every single thought flies out of his brain in intense, white-hot pleasure.
Zhongli’s slow, even breathing against the back of Childe’s neck; Zhongli’s slow, even thrusts into Childe’s clenching hole, shallow, barely pulling out – it all adds up into an insurmountable pleasure that makes Childe realize he’s drooling all over himself pathetically. He’s almost calmed down when Zhongli shifts, pulling Childe back as he grinds his hips forward, and –
“Ahhh – haaannnghhh ♡ ♡~ I’m cumming, cumming – Zhongli, Zhongli~♡”
Zhongli’s so deep inside. His hips are moving, still sleepy, but faster than before. He’s not aiming very well, but he still grazes against Childe’s prostate more often than not – fuck, how can someone be so good at sex even while asleep? How is Childe going to go back to his regular toys now that he knows how Zhongli’s cock feels like inside him? It feels like his brain is melting – with Zhongli’s languid pace – everything is so good, feels so good – so good so good so good –
Zhongli grumbles, shifting. Fuck, why does he move so much? Childe bites back another moan, but then Zhongli rolls over effortlessly – effectively crushing Childe under his weight – and his cock is hitting so deep –
His eyes are rolling backwards. His mouth is open, tongue out against their bedspread. Zhongli inhales, and then he grinds his cock in, deeper, and –
“What a way to wake up.” Zhongli’s low voice, rough with sleep, right beside Childe’s ear. His hips are still moving, still thrusting into Childe, still stirring up Childe’s insides like he didn’t just wake up. “In the middle of the night, no less. Haven’t you heard that you should let sleeping dragons lie?”
Fuck, Childe thinks, wildly, he sounds so annoyed. “Don’t – nnh, aahn, hhannhhh – your cock – ah, ahn – too deep ♡”
“Tsk,” Zhongli says. “Too deep, you say? This is your doing, isn’t it? Don’t tell me this was an accident?”
“No – no, nnh, I’m sorry – I’m sorry –“
“No you’re not,” Zhongli says. He punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust that makes Childe shriek, almost, before Zhongli’s palm comes around his face to cover his mouth. “If you start something, Childe, you finish it. It’s only fair, is it not?”
“Mmf – nnnhghh, mmf – nnnhn~♡!!!”
It only takes Zhongli’s other hand to tug roughly at Childe’s nipple for him to cum again. It almost hurts, this time – but he likes it, the thrilling edge of pain mixed with the absolute high of his pleasure – and he bites down hard into the flesh of Zhongli’s palm, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as he convulses against the bedspread, his nails digging grooves into Zhongli’s arm. Zhongli laughs, low and amused, chasing his own pleasure with Childe’s pliant body until he spills in deep. It’s all so mind meltingly good, bone-shatteringly amazing. Childe can only lay there when Zhongli pulls out – he lies there pliantly and feels the slow trickle of cum leaking out of his hole.
He feels – more than hears – Zhongli’s sharp inhale. Zhongli’s palm slides off his mouth, but not before he licks the bite wound apologetically.
“Well?” Zhongli says, warm and tender, once he collapses against Childe bonelessly, crushing Childe under his weight.
I love you, Childe thinks nonsensically, fucked out of his mind, but what comes out of his mouth is, “Cock – more – again?”
Zhongli’s eyes flare bright in the dark. His grin is sharp as he folds Childe’s thighs up against his shoulders, pressing Childe into the ground. “Anything for you,” Zhongli confesses, and then he pushes back in – and it feels so good so good so good so good –
“You’re – aahn,“ Childe cries out, “you’re crushing me with your cock ~~♡♡♡” as Zhongli hisses his breaths between his teeth, lifting Childe up to fuck down into him almost violently, pressing in so deep Childe thinks he’s going to spear him open.
“Childe, Childe Childe –“ Zhongli gasps, and Childe whines, openly sobbing as Zhongli folds him into a mating press, his toes curling in the air as Zhongli’s cock strokes in deep, deeper, until –
“Haaaanghhh~♡♡♡!!!!” Zhongli’s reached into the weakest, most sensitive part of his body. Childe’s head lolls back uselessly, his vision white with pleasure as he convulses on Zhongli’s cock in a dry orgasm – and everything is blurry and fading out of his vision, and Zhongli, Zhongli Zhongli Zhongli –
and everything
goes
black.
“So,” Venti says, strumming his lyre cheerfully, as Zhongli and Childe finally crawl out of their tent. “The wind was really loud, last night, huh?”
“Huh?” Aether says.
“Huh?” Paimon says, but cuter.
Venti winks in Zhongli’s direction. Zhongli coughs. Childe squeezes his eyes shut, and pretends not to see any of them.