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“You still look as dashing as ever,” Childe says breezily. “A brand new era, isn’t it? Can hardly tell a thing has changed since your funeral.” He beckons Zhongli forward, shuffling the rest of his papers away. “Lock the door behind you.”
Zhongli obliges, stepping up to his desk after clicking the door shut.
“So you chose to take up my offer.”
A few days ago, Childe had sent a letter to Zhongli requesting his assistance. The terms weren’t clear, but he promised to pay generously: just half a day’s worth of work; a temporary, part-time job. Zhongli was pleasantly surprised. The circumstances had necessitated a disguise—he had no regrets over fooling Childe—but they hadn’t spoken since the gnosis exchange, and Zhongli was never one to burn bridges without reason.
Zhongli cleared out his schedule immediately and headed over to his office at the Northland Bank. If there was any way to make it up to him, he was determined to see it through.
“Thought you’d finally make yourself useful for once, huh? How’s the mortal life treating you?”
“I have been adjusting," Zhongli says.
“I heard you already ran out of mora,” Childe snickers.
“Well.” He pauses. “It was very kind of you to offer me a part-time job, if that was your reason for doing so.”
“I’ve got mora to spare, and you seem to need it,” Childe shrugs, “Especially with all that free time. But are you really alright with working here? For me? No hard feelings at all, after what I almost did to your beloved city?”
Zhongli frowns. “I knew you never had any intention to hurt Liyue’s people.”
“Did I?” Childe laughs. “You seem very keen on forgiving me, Zhongli. I’m thankful.”
“I felt I needed to settle things with you,” Zhongli says softly. As expected, Childe still harbors resentment. The bitterness in his voice is evidence enough.
“To be clear, this isn’t for reconciliation, or anything like that,” Childe says, rummaging through his drawers. “It’s a business exchange. A job.”
“What exactly did you need my assistance for? My expertise?”
“Expertise?” The edge of Childe’s lips quirk up, as if he finds something immensely funny.
“If there is anything I can assist you with, I am at your service. This is the least I can do to make it up to you.”
“I don’t need your expertise, Zhongli. No; I want you to wear this.” He pulls out a garment from the drawer.
To describe it in one word, it looks… skimpy. A black bodysuit made of shiny, elastic, fabric, low-cut in the back with triangles of fabric cupping each breast. Childe taps it with his finger before pulling out another object, a headband with dark, floppy bunny ears attached. “Your job is to wear these,” he repeats.
Zhongli blinks.
“You want me to… put that on?” Zhongli asks, furrowing his brows.
“I need a morale boost. Thought it might help to have a pretty man around. You said you’d help, didn’t you?”
“I was, ah—not aware of the terms.”
“You’re one of the prettiest faces I’ve ever seen, xiansheng, it’s a mystery you don’t have people tripping everywhere you go. Is it any wonder I’d like the honor of seeing you in this?”
“I appreciate the flattery, Childe, but…”
“Come on, now,” Childe laughs. “You agreed to come work for me, didn’t you? Are you just going to leave after coming all the way here? I was the one who asked you to come, and I have full intention of paying up. Think of this as a job, yeah?”
Zhongli opens his mouth to speak, but Childe continues on. “And, who knows—maybe this can be a start to you earning your forgiveness. I’m not the one seeking reconciliation, here. If you want to make it up to me, you can start by putting that on.”
Zhongli stares.
“Wear that, and hang around in my office for a few hours. What would you rather do? Do mind-numbingly boring tasks like file paperwork, or sit pretty for me?”
Zhongli genuinely considers leaving. He doesn’t know why he didn’t walk out the door right that instant.
“Alright,” he says, against his better judgement.
Zhongli takes the bunny costume from Childe without enthusiasm, laying it on top a side table as he begins to take off his coat. It’s mesmerizing, to watch as that man strips his jacket and unclasps his waistcoat, shedding the formality he bears so casually.
“Are you going to… stay here while I change?” Zhongli asks, glancing back.
“This is my office, isn’t it?”
Zhongli makes a face. “You could turn around, at the very least.”
“Alright, alright, I’ll give you your privacy.” Childe swivels his body back around, staring at the wall, as he hears the rumpling fabric of Zhongli shedding the rest of his clothes.
And then there’s a tight snap, as Zhongli pulls what Childe can guess is the bunny suit up over his body. “Ah,” he hears him gasp briefly. “It’s, erm… small.”
“In what way?”
“It’s very, very tight. And…”
“And?”
Zhongli coughs. “There’s a hole in it. In the back.”
“Let me take a look,” Childe says, turning around without waiting for Zhongli to give him the OK.
It is downright atrocious how badly his lower half reacts the second he lays his eyes on him. It’s better than he ever could’ve imagined, Zhongli’s thoroughly erotic body on full display like that. Dark fabric pinches around his tight waist perfectly, large swaths of his chest and shoulders fully bare and exposed. The white collar fits his neck like it belongs there. And oh—the stockings. The sheer black stockings run all the way up his legs, stopping at his thighs and hugging his flesh tightly enough to form indents where they end.
Childe trails his eyes over his slim, long legs, his milky, exposed thighs and glorious, fucking hips, like a teenager seeing a dirty magazine for the first time. He can see why Zhongli thinks this costume is too small. It covers nothing. It sticks so tightly to his skin, Childe can see everything— every dip, every curve, every indent. Zhongli might as well be naked before him.
(Childe does, he admits too easily, want to see that too. Though that can come later.)
—It’s not too small, no, not at all. In fact, it’s the perfect size. Zhongli tugs at the elastic riding all above his hips, but it refuses to stretch down any further, and Childe devours each bit of exposed skin like a starving man. In terms of beauty, he’s never seen anything close to this. He looks so perfect, he could cry.
He wants to grab him by the waist and fuck him silly so damn bad. Wants to shove him against a wall, pound his tight little hole and pump him full of cum until his cute little face is littered with tears and his knees are threatening to collapse.
…Thankfully, Childe knows self-restraint. One step at a time.
Zhongli flushes as Childe’s eyes drift shamelessly down to his crotch, noticing how the stretched-out fabric just barely manages to contain what’s beneath. Just barely. It’s downright obscene, Childe thinks. It’s perfect.
“Are you just going to sit here and ogle me all day?” Zhongli asks, a faint red spreading across his cheeks.
“It looks good on you, Zhongli. In fact, you look absolutely fucking fantastic. Were you really hiding all of that from me this whole time? First your identity as Rex Lapis, and now this?”
“That is, y-you…” Zhongli stutters, suddenly flustered. “Shameless,” he mutters, averting his gaze.
“Show me what you look like from behind, too, will you?”
“I cannot do that.”
“Hm?”
“There’s a hole,” he says timidly. “Right… over the backside.” And he pats an area behind him that Childe knows is definitely his bare, uncovered asshole.
How lewd. The bunny suit, after all, is designed that way. “That’s right!” Childe says with feigned astonishment. “How could I forget the most important part of all?”
Childe holds up what is unmistakably a buttplug, and one that happens to have a thick, cottony white ball attached to the end. Zhongli’s eyes widen in realization.
“What’s a bunny without a tail? Silly me, it completely slipped my mind.”
Zhongli stares, the red in his cheeks deepening even further. “You want me to…”
So cute. “Yes. I want you to put this in your ass. What, don’t tell me you’ve never had anything up your butt before?”
“This is not appropriate, Childe.” Right, because this would probably constitute as workplace sexual harassment.
“Appropriate?” Childe laughs. “You think that matters to me? Look at you, already all dressed up. Come on, Zhongli, it’s an essential part of the costume. You won’t even feel a thing. It’s not like I want you to do anything with it, you know—just slide it in, and you’re done.”
“...Unless you want me to put it in for you,” he grins threateningly. Oh, he loves that look of embarrassment playing across Zhongli’s face. “I wouldn’t mind doing that, either. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”
“I will put it in myself,” Zhongli retorts, glaring at Childe as he takes it into his hands. Childe glances at his delicate fingers, realizing with a jolt that he’s somehow never seen him without gloves on before.
“You’ll want this, too,” Childe says, handing him the small vial of lube. Zhongli takes it without a word and motions for him to turn around again. Childe obeys.
Oh sweet Tsaritsa, he’s really doing it, isn’t he? Zhongli, inserting a buttplug, right in his office? His heart beats in excitement at the mere thought of it: Zhongli spreading his cheeks with his slender, ungloved fingers, sticking them inside his pretty pink hole until he finally manages to inch the tapered plug inside… one peek can’t hurt, can it?
“I am finished.” Zhongli still refuses to make eye contact when Childe turns back to look at him, and a part of him doesn’t quite believe he’s actually done it.
“You’re gonna show me, aren’t you?”
Zhongli swallows, turning around, still tugging at the elastic in an attempt to pull it further over his ass—and, sure enough, there’s a cute, enormous, cottony white rabbit tail lying at his back.
Archons. How easy it would be to take it into his hands and tug it, to test just how easily it comes out. Just a simple cotton ball could be so, so extraordinarily erotic with the knowledge that the other half is buried snugly inside Zhongli’s body. Not to mention the elephant in the room: Zhongli’s maddeningly fat ass. The skimpy costume covers even less of the back than the front, his skin spilling out the edges in what Childe thinks is a highly spankable fashion.
This can’t be real.
Zhongli turns back around and crosses his arms before he’s had his fill, evidently displeased with Childe’s demands. Well, it doesn’t matter. The harbinger has somehow herded the dignified consultant into a skimpy bunny costume with a buttplug shoved up his ass. Childe has already won.
“Hey,” he says, exhaling with an enthusiastic grin, “you forgot the ears.”
Zhongli takes the headband without a word and slides it quietly over his head, so cutely that Childe’s dick almost combusts on the spot. Fuck.
“I take it that this is to your liking?” Zhongli says, with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“More than perfect,” Childe smirks. “Take a seat.”
“...There is only one chair in this office.”
“Exactly. Come over here.”
“I do not wish to make you to vacate your seat—”
“Zhongli, are you dense?” Childe sighs. “I want you to sit on my lap.”
He freezes.
“What, you think you’re going to crush me or something? I can handle your weight just fine, don’t worry. I’ve already reserved plenty of room for you.” Childe cocks his head, spreading his legs and beckoning Zhongli forward. “Come on. I don’t bite.”
Zhongli lowers his almost entirely bare ass onto Childe’s lap like he’s sitting in a chair, well aware he is leaping right into the jaws of a beast. Childe receives his body with a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer, and a face nuzzled into his back.
It’s warm. He can feel Childe’s breath against his bare shoulder. He definitely bites.
“This cannot be comfortable for you,” Zhongli frowns.
“…You’re right,” Childe says thoughtfully. “Get off.”
Zhongli stands back up with a sigh of relief, tugging his bunny suit to stop it from riding up. It was preposterous for Childe to propose he sit on his lap. He was full-grown, far too large to rest on his thighs like a child anymore, and for him to request this type of bodily intimacy from him—
“I want to see your face this time,” Childe says. Zhongli turns around, and Childe grabs at his leg, causing Zhongli to momentarily lose his footing.
“What are you—”
Oh. Oh.
Childe evidently still wants him to sit in his lap, just—in a different position. Facing him. Childe smiles when he sees it click in Zhongli’s head, wrapping a hand around his back to pull him forward. Zhongli flushes when he’s atop Childe’s body again, legs spread wide and chest pressed to his.
This is far, far too close together!
“Now this is more comfortable. Wouldn’t you agree?” Childe says, wrapping Zhongli’s arms around his shoulders. He grabs against the back of his chair for support, trying to ignore the feeling of his bare ass rubbing against Childe’s lap.
Zhongli stiffens further as he feels Childe pushing his head over his shoulder. Inviting him to rest in the crook of his neck.
“You can relax, you know,” Childe smirks. “You’ll be staying here a while, so sit whatever way suits you best. Good posture isn’t going to get you anywhere.” Childe turns his attention back to the report he was looking at before, and Zhongli realizes that he intends to keep him sitting there, on his lap, as he does his job.
What was it that Childe had said? A ‘morale boost’?
“I do not understand how you can work like this,” Zhongli mutters.
“It’s not my fault you’re so breathtaking, Zhongli.” Childe’s hand drifts down, and Zhongli lets out a pinched breath as he feels Childe groping at his ass.
Shameless!
(To be perfectly honest, Childe can’t focus on work at all. Not when all the blood is rushing to his dick, which he’s sure Zhongli can feel, and he’s spending each second thinking about the beauty lying against his chest. —That's alright. The only thing he planned to do today is Zhongli, after all.)
They sit like that for a while, Childe’s warm hand wrapped around his back, and Zhongli finds himself slipping into a state of calm. It’s quiet, inside, beyond the sound of people talking in the hallway, and he leans a little more comfortably into Childe’s shoulder before he realizes it himself. Zhongli examines the Snezhnayan paintings on the wall behind him, thinking about how oddly nice it feels to be with Childe like this. Warm. Despite his penchant for chaos, the man is perfectly capable of staying still.
He catches himself, realizing with a start that Childe is trying to lower his guard.
“Are you getting bored?”
“Mm?” Zhongli murmurs. “I can stay still for long periods of time. An afternoon is not much.”
“Come on, now. You must be looking for something more exciting than just sitting here.”
“Excitement? I don’t need…”
Zhongli gasps, a small noise suddenly escaping his lips. This was where the fun began.
“Wh-what…” Zhongli squirms on Childe’s lap, instinctively clutching at him as he feels something inside twitch . He quickly grabs at his tail, but Childe snatches his wrist before he can yank it out.
“What is this?” Zhongli demands, trying to pull Childe’s hand away.
“See if you can figure it out.” Zhongli sees Childe’s Vision glow faintly out of the corner of his eye before Childe flicks his fingers upward, and Zhongli chokes as something slams right into his prostate, squeezing a desperate noise from his throat.
It doesn’t stop. It keeps jabbing that spot, causing Zhongli to jerk pitifully in Childe’s grasp, and he’s trying to stabilize himself in his seat as tremors run through his whole body. It’s the lube, he realizes deliriously. Childe’s controlling it, somehow—
“Stop,” Zhongli gasps, pushing at Childe’s chest, trying to break free of the hand around his wrist. “Stop, you— ngh! Mnn—!”
“Hm?” Childe says, cocking his head toward the door. “It seems like there are people outside, Zhongli. You wouldn’t want them to hear you, would you? You might be quiet right now, but believe me—I can make you loud. How would you like to test me?”
“Bastard,” Zhongli gasps. “Y-you…ha-ah…!”
“Now,” Childe says, “You can be a good boy and keep quiet, can’t you, Zhongli? I’m a man of my word—serve me to the end of the day without making a fuss, and I’ll give you the money I offered. How does that sound?” Childe flicks his fingers again and Zhongli spasms, grinding against Childe’s lap with a shaky exhale.
“Stop it,” Zhongli hisses. “This isn’t—this isn’t p-part of the agreement—” The hostile edge to his voice dissolves more and more with each tremor. Childe notices the way Zhongli’s back arches slightly each time it pulses, the way one of his hands has already risen to his mouth to muffle the sounds.
Childe pulls down the front of his bunny suit, and Zhongli lets out an indecent whine as he begins to fondle his nipples, too. “Mnh—! G-gah, ough…!”
“Who knew you were so sensitive here, xiansheng,” Childe murmurs, pinching the nubs between his fingers and twisting cruelly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were pretending.”
“Childe,” Zhongli chokes, “S-stop—” He releases his nipples with a flick, and Zhongli’s body jitters, his ass grinding against Childe’s crotch. Childe can feel his own face growing hotter.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Zhongli glares at Childe without a word, cheeks flushing red and lips pursed. Well, that look is all he needs to know. Childe grabs his legs and shifts him forward so that his ass is positioned directly over him, allowing him to feel every little movement Zhongli makes as his body twitches under his assault.
Childe really can’t focus on work, now, but he turns his eye back to the report anyways, if only to let Zhongli know that he intends to leave him like this—a quivering mess on his lap. He savors the way Zhongli clutches to his shoulder for support, the soft pants slipping from his lips, his plump ass pressed firmly against his crotch.
He lowers the intensity, and Zhongli exhales as the pulsing disappears. “You liked that, didn’t you,” Childe smirks. “You want more?”
Zhongli grits his teeth, steadying himself. Childe continues to massage him with a soothing rhythm.
“Mnh… nn…”
Zhongli is far, far too cute like this.
“You’re wonderful,” Childe says, stroking the back of Zhongli’s head. “You’re wonderful.” Zhongli exhales, dizzy, unsure of what Childe means, trying to squirm out of how close he’s trying to squeeze them together.
He’s like a cat, Childe thinks, a bizarre warmth filling his chest. He could leap from my lap any moment. But if I can keep him here…
They sit like that, Zhongli shifting in his seat, uncomfortably aroused but helpless to do anything about it, and Childe pressed against him in silence.
Until Childe decides it’s time to execute the final step.
Zhongli grimaces as Childe reaches for his ass again, pressing his hand firmly around a cheek and palming gently at his tail, only to grow alarmed as he cups his hand around it and pulls.
The plug exits his ass in one terrible movement, a slick pop, and Childe snatches it in his palm, tossing it onto the desk where it clatters and rolls. Zhongli scrambles backward, reaching for it, only to remember with confusion that he never wanted it inside him in the first place.
“Wh—”
And then Zhongli feels Childe’s fingers prying at his exposed hole, now empty and slick with fluid. “You’re all nice and wet down here, aren’t you, Zhongli.” Childe grins, cupping one of Zhongli’s cheeks in each hand and running a finger over the rim. “You’re ready, don’t you think?”
Zhongli freezes instantly as he feels Childe’s unclothed erection poke against his ass.
“No,” Zhongli snarls, “This was not a part of the arrangement—”
“This isn’t part of our arrangement, that isn’t part of the arrangement,” Childe says mockingly. “Sometimes, I’m known to break the rules. Besides, I never told you what you’d be doing here anyways. There was never a contract to break to begin with.”
He hoists him up by the waist, pulling him over his cock and aligning the tip with his hole. Zhongli is grabbing at his arms, scrambling, trying to pull him away.
“Childe…! This isn’t…!”
Childe spreads his cheeks with his fingers and practically yanks Zhongli over his cock. He yelps—a painfully embarrassing noise—ears flopping over his head as he sinks down on top of it so quickly it chokes the breath from him. And oh, Zhongli feels so full. It stretches him wide open, filling him up, the thickness of it pulling at his rim as it pushes right into his stomach.
He lets out a shaky breath, feeling it stirring inside as he tries to sit up straight.
Childe is fucking huge.
“It’s not too bad now, is it?” Childe says, his hands around Zhongli’s waist. “For this, I’ll double your payment. From one million to two million mora. How’s that?”
“Childe,” he exhales, trying to blink away tears. “I am not your prostitute. I did—d-did not come here to pleasure you.”
“Money is money, Zhongli.”
“This is incredibly inappropriate—”
“Appropriate?” Childe sneers, suddenly animated. “For a normal person, perhaps. But you’re hardly an ordinary person, Zhongli-xiansheng. You’re a retired god, an adeptus living among humans. The rules don’t apply to you.” Childe runs his fingers over the fabric covering Zhongli’s stomach, and Zhongli can practically feel him pushing at the outline of his own cock buried deep inside. He sucks in a breath. “Look at your body, begging for me, quivering like a leaf at even the slightest touch. Who’s to decide what’s appropriate? You’re a divine slut, that’s what you are. Made for cock.”
Zhongli shudders at that, slapping Childe’s hand away.
“Besides,” Childe finishes viciously, “Most ordinary people wouldn’t have the means to refuse me, anyways. Not for the amount of mora I’m willing to pay. Not for my status, my power, my charm.”
“You’re revolting,” Zhongli growls.
“That’s right. I’m a bad guy, through and through. You chose someone like me to play the villain in your plan, after all. A shame I never got to confront Rex Lapis on the battlefield.” His hand drifts up his chest, and Zhongli’s breath hitches as he wraps it gently around his neck. Not tightly enough to cut off his airflow, but enough to make him still.
“Don’t worry,” he purrs. “I won’t fuck you. Not if you don’t want me to.”
How outrageous, Zhongli thinks, for Childe to say that with his cock buried deep inside him.
“I said it before, and I’ll say it again: I’ll give you the money if you stay. And you know I don’t break promises.” He pushes Zhongli forward until he’s pressed against the edge of the desk, allowing his cock to sink even further into his body. Zhongli lets out a hiss at the additional stretch.
Childe watches Zhongli’s shoulders bob up and down, his neck bent, with pleasure swimming in his dull blue eyes. Zhongli could refuse him, if he really wanted to. Zhongli could escape, now, with what little remained of the rest of his dignity. But Childe knows the two of them have gotten this far, and neither of them will let go now.
There’s a palpable tension hanging in the air as Zhongli sits there, refusing to look back at him, refusing to move. And there’s a victory in it. Childe leans back with his fingers massaging the soft flesh of Zhongli’s thighs, wondering what he ever did to deserve the former god of Liyue warming his cock for him.
The day eventually draws to a close.
“Two minutes left until you’re free, Zhongli.” Childe pushes his seat back from the table, taking Zhongli with him. “How was it? Working for me?”
Zhongli keeps his head buried at Childe’s back, refusing to speak.
“Let me let you in on a little secret, since you’ve been working so hard for me,” Childe murmurs. “The walls are soundproof. There’s no chance of anyone finding us here. Now, I say this because—hey, you’re not dismissed yet, don’t try getting up.” His fingers dig into his thighs until Zhongli hisses, keeping him pinned down to his lap.
“I say this because,” Childe says, forcefully spreading Zhongli’s legs further apart, “There must be something you want.”
He thrusts upward deviously, and Zhongli makes a choked noise, a hitched gasp escaping from the back of his throat.
“See? There’s no need to suppress it.”
“Childe.” Zhongli grits his teeth, finally turning back to give him a borderline venomous look. Childe just smirks in response, spreading his trembling thighs even further apart. “No.”
“Come, now,” Childe coos, far, far too sweetly. “I’m not forcing you to. This is just a favor between me and you, a little bonus for a day’s worth of work. I promise I’ll make it good for you, Zhongli. Aren’t you craving release?”
Zhongli pauses, and reprimands himself for it, furious that he’s even considering it.
What Childe says is undeniably true. As well as infuriating, upsetting, and downright humiliating. He’s already suffered much today at the mercy of Childe’s whims, making a fool of himself with his attempt at reconciliation, and Childe sees through him all too easily now. Sees just how badly he needs someone to touch him, sees just how easily his good faith can be taken advantage of. Zhongli flushes hotly at the mere thought of what he’s let Childe do to him, the utterly pathetic state he’s reduced him to.
Perhaps, the most he can do now is indulge in one last terrible act for himself.
“You can trust me,” Childe says. Zhongli reflects on that statement. He makes his decision.
“Fine.” Zhongli hopes he won’t come to regret it. “Do what you wish.”
Childe lets out a laugh, low and playful, one that makes Zhongli want to slap him.
Childe’s cock pops out of him for a brief moment as he’s abruptly stood back up and then twisted around, chest hitting the wood with a thud as Childe sends him sprawling over the table. Zhongli tries to get onto his elbows, but Childe shoves him back down to the desk, an implicit command for him to stay put. He obeys.
Zhongli feels Childe peeling the fabric of his bunny suit to the side to reveal his empty hole, already slicked-up and well-stretched. Childe runs his fingers over the pink, puckered rim, dipping the tip of a finger inside, and Zhongli flushes as he realizes that Childe is observing him. Of course Childe basks in the power of him being unable to see what he’s doing.
“And still so tight,” Childe says, pressing the tip of his cock up against his hole without pushing in. “Can hardly believe you’ve been sitting on my cock for the last hour.”
“Do not toy with me, if you’re the one inviting me,” Zhongli snarls. “Get to it—”
He feels him push the head inside, enough to make him feel that slight burn, and Childe slams the rest inside in one go. Zhongli chokes, spit dripping onto the desk at the stretch.
“Ungh—!”
“Oh, that was a nice sound you made there, xiansheng. Be careful what you ask for!”
“You… give me warning, next time—” Next time, Zhongli thinks deliriously, because he’s still here, doing this, letting Childe do this to him—
“Remember: feel free to be as loud as you want. No one can hear you but me.” It’s a threat and a promise that sends chills up Zhongli’s spine.
“Less talk,” Zhongli groans, “more action.”
Zhongli’s cock twitches hard as Childe slams back in to the hilt, precum soiling the front of his underwear as he feels his thick cock plunge deep inside. Childe presses Zhongli to the desk, keeping his chest pinned to the table, pistoning in and out of his slick entrance with slow, gradual strokes.
Slap, slap. A steady rhythm emerges. Each stroke takes full advantage of his length, reaching all the way to the hilt with confidence, and Zhongli feels filled up to the absolute core as Childe quickly finds his prostate and sets out on his mission to destroy it.
His legs, still clad in the sheer black stockings, shake with each thrust, and Childe can’t help but feel himself getting even more impossibly aroused at the sight of his own hips slapping against his plump ass, the low-cut back of that bunny costume leaving Zhongli’s gorgeous back exposed. Zhongli’s bunny ears snap forward adorably, bouncing back and forth in tandem with each thrust.
This feels like a dream, Childe thinks in his haze, as small whimpers finally begin to slip from Zhongli’s mouth.
It incites him to fuck Zhongli even harder, so as not to let the opportunity get away.
Zhongli stutters as Childe grabs his ponytail and yanks it brutally, enough to force Zhongli’s back into a lewd arch as he slams himself in once more. He wastes no time with warming up. Zhongli barely adjusts to the original pace before Childe speeds up, hours of pent-up desire unraveling all in one moment. And oh, Childe is determined to ruin him. Zhongli scrabbles against the wood, doing all he can to keep his mouth shut as Childe fucks him wide open without mercy. He thrusts forward, devouring, the head of his cock slamming right into Zhongli’s prostate with devastating precision each time he snaps his hips forward.
He spreads Zhongli’s legs a little wider, thrusts in a little deeper, determined to do everything he can to break the man beneath him. Multiple strikes against his prostate leave Zhongli gasping for breath, tears beginning to form in his eyes, helpless to do anything but claw at the desk at his chest.
Childe moves with the strength of a beast, but he’s far from sloppy—no, each pinpoint thrust is designed to wreck, designed to punch out desperate noises from his trembling body. And oh, it feels good, Zhongli thinks as drool spills over his chin, legs spasming as another thrust lifts him all the way onto his toes. He refuses to allow Childe the pleasure of letting him know just how much he’s wrecking him, but the cries slowly escaping his mouth give him away soon enough.
“Ah… ah—!”
“Ough, ngh, oh—!!”
“I’ve been,” Childe gasps out, slamming his hips against Zhongli, “wanting to fuck you for so, so so long now, xiansheng. Since the moment I met you. Couldn’t stop thinking about what a pretty thing you were.”
“Ngh, h-hah—”
“Imagine my surprise, finding out you were Rex Lapis. Oh, I was pissed.” Zhongli doesn’t have to imagine. He can feel it in each brutal thrust Childe sends arcing into his body, pummeling him like a disposable ragdoll without restraint. Zhongli tears up, lips parting in a gasp, as Childe yanks his head backward with force.
“Thought I really meant something to you, and it turns out I was just a pawn. I wanted to give it up. Let bygones be bygones, they say.”
“But—” He thrusts in again, and Zhongli jolts, his whole body collapsing into his heat. “I couldn’t. Couldn’t let you go.”
Childe grabs both of his wrists and yanks them backward, allowing him to angle his cock as far as humanly possible into Zhongli’s pliant body, and Zhongli can feel it in his guts as he rams in with his the whole weight of his body again and again and again. Sweat drips down his face, his golden eyes beginning to roll back, the pleasure shooting through his veins so intoxicating he can barely form a single thought.
“Hah, h-hah—! Ah, hah, h-hah—!!”
He must look ridiculous right now, dressed in that bunny costume. Getting fucked silly on his desk, drooling all over his papers, unable to think about anything but Childe’s massive cock slamming into him over and over and over. Childe’s pace only continues to accelerate until each desperate moan punched out of his lungs feels like it’ll be his last. He writhes in ecstasy, trapped under Childe’s unbearable grip without a single thought of being anywhere but here.
“Oh, oh, a-ah, ah, ah—”
“I wanted to hear you scream for me. Wanted to hear you moan like this, my cock buried in your tight ass, my hand squeezing your hips.”
“Can you blame me?” Childe exhales, before one final thrust shatters Zhongli completely. He comes with an obscene noise, pure ecstasy surging through his veins as he feels tacky liquid soaking into the fabric and dripping all over his cock.
“Gh… gah, ah… h-hah…!”
He moans brokenly, limbs falling back to his sides, shoulders trembling weakly over the desk. Everything collapses in that moment, his body going limp as Childe’s warmth pours into him, claiming him. “You’re every bit as good as I imagined,” Childe pants, pure pleasure dancing in his eyes.
“H-hah… ngoh...”
“You lasted so long, xiansheng. As befitting of a former archon.” He leans over Zhongli, pressing a kiss to the tears rolling down his face, his body still shaking as it takes shuddering breaths back into aching lungs. Childe runs his fingers over his lips, caressing his face with an uncharacteristically gentle touch, before he leans back up.
Because Childe isn’t done.
He raises one of Zhongli’s trembling legs entirely off the ground and hooks an arm around his bent knee, tilting his body sideways, and Zhongli barely processes what Childe is about to do before he thrusts back in ruthlessly, slamming into his oversensitive prostate with such force that Zhongli screams, tears immediately spilling from his eyes.
It’s so much. So much that it’s cruel . He scrambles for purchase against his desk, trying to fight off the overwhelming agony tearing through his entire body as Childe starts to fuck him again. Each thrust rips horribly obscene cries from his throat, pleasure and pain mixing together until Zhongli is babbling, unable to beg for Childe to stop, unable to comprehend anything that’s happening but Childe’s warmth forcefully penetrating his guts.
“You’re flexible,” Childe laughs, gripping even more tightly onto his leg to keep him from slipping. Another thrust. Zhongli’s brain short-circuits, unintelligible noises spilling from his mouth. He can’t comprehend what Childe is saying anymore, doesn’t understand how he can still speak when the pleasure picking apart Zhongli’s mind leaves him paralyzed in every way possible.
“Ah, hah, ghn— mnghh, hah— oh, hah ah—!!!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t last long either,” Childe grins, licking his lips. He’s practically digging into his prostate, scraping against it so powerfully that Zhongli is screaming from sheer pleasure pain agony. “Not with the way your tight hole keeps clenching around me. You’re crying so hard, but your body keeps asking for more. What a needy whore you are, xiansheng.”
Zhongli shatters, sobbing brokenly as Childe bends his knee further and further into him until his whole body aches. Childe’s movements grow sloppier and sloppier but never die down in vigor, slamming forward with such fervent intensity that Zhongli’s body scrapes against the wood with each thrust.
“Ngh… ah, gah, mngh, nh, hah…!!”
It’s so much. It’s so much. His whole body has turned to jelly long ago, Childe’s grip the only thing keeping him from sliding off the desk entirely. Zhongli lets out a broken noise as the mix of pain and pleasure forces him to cum again, more fluid dripping into his clothes and running down his own thighs. He can’t see how much there is, but it feels like his orgasm lasts forever, so intense that he almost whites out— it’s so much, it’s so much—
So, so much—
The rush of pleasure jets through his body, and Zhongli goes limp, half-lidded eyes rolled back.
He feels a liquid heat fill him much not later as Childe pumps another load of cum into his soft and well-fucked hole, the tacky fluid seeping warm inside his waiting stomach. Childe pulls out, and Zhongli collapses back down against the table, completely fucked out with his spread legs wobbling uncontrollably. He doesn’t move.
Oh, he’s ruined.
It takes him several more moments before he’s able to slowly lift himself back up onto his shaking elbows again, and he lets out a pitiful moan, still trying to return to reality. Childe plops down on the chair with a pleased sigh. Who knew Zhongli could break so easily? He’s tempted to spread his hole back open and watch his cum spill out, to dig it out with his fingers and feed it back to him. But with the state Zhongli is currently in, it’s probably better to keep his hands off until he recovers. Childe resigns himself to just watching him struggle with sadistic satisfaction.
The world suddenly rights itself as Zhongli snaps out of his haze, and the full weight of what he’s just done with Childe slams into him at once. He gags, instinctively tugging the fabric back over his ass and closing his legs back up, desperately trying to make himself presentable again. Unfortunately for him, the opening in the costume is still there, exposing his abused rim—red and dripping wet, almost ripe for another round.
Childe looks on with amusement as Zhongli tears off the bunny headband and practically smacks it against the table.
“You simply wished to use me,” he chokes. Ah, yes. That delicious look of resentment.
“Were you not the first to do such a thing?” Childe replies, crossing his fingers over his chest. “I promised to make it good for you. With all the sounds you were making, you can’t say I lied.”
Zhongli doesn’t respond.
“You can leave those clothes here,” Childe says smugly. “I’ll wash it off. And oh, you did great today. I’ll wire the two million to your bank account as soon as you leave—with an extra tip, of course. Your performance overtime was beyond spectacular.”
Zhongli glares at him, cheeks still flushed bright red and streaked with sweat from their activity, and he puts on his clothes the fastest he’s ever seen anyone dress in that many layers after getting fucked so entirely stupid. It’s adorable how mussed up he still looks, even after dressing back in his ordinary clothes. His former elegance is nowhere to be seen, dignity already shattered beneath Childe’s heel.
The man is out the door in three minutes, sparing no time for any sort of niceties. Guess he’s not the type to cuddle, Childe thinks to himself with amusement.
He saw a new side of Zhongli today, one that previously only existed in his imagination. And oh, the desperate, ruined Zhongli of his imagination did not even come close to the real thing.
One hundred percent worth it.
Childe may have drunk his fill today, but he’s far from satiated. No, he’s practically vibrating with excitement. That was far more than a success, blowing all of his former expectations through the roof. He’s frankly astonished that Zhongli let him push it that far.
He’ll be back, he thinks. He has to.
(And, even if he doesn’t, he’ll have enough divine jack-off material for the rest of his life.)
==
Zhongli lets out a sigh of deep consternation as he dries off his hair, rubbing the fluffy towel softly against his dark locks. Even his nightly routine can’t set his mind at ease. Not with the flashy young harbinger tugging constantly at the back of his mind, reminding him what a fool he’d made of himself that day.
“Tartaglia,” Zhongli says aloud, feeling his foreign title roll off his tongue. It echoes quietly off the walls of his room.
He’d dared—he’d dared, Zhongli thinks. He marvels at his boldness, his audaciousness, his lack of mercy for a former friend-turned-enemy. He’d dared to walk up to Zhongli and take what he wanted— and somehow manage to get away with it, as well, no thanks to Zhongli’s shameful weakness.
Zhongli has to fight back the flush of embarrassment spreading over his cheeks again. He’s torn between feeling wrongfully tricked, and conceding that the man had masterfully slipped through his cracks of his own accord. Wrenched his walls crumbling down with a bizarre mix of brute force and fastidiousness. Perhaps he’d misjudged him. The nuance of a sledgehammer, but the cunning of a fox—Childe was not to be underestimated.
This is the man who hoped to lay the gods at his feet, as he’d told Zhongli many times before. He was dangerous, that boy.
The moment the Tsaritsa’s chosen lieutenant had arrived in Liyue Harbor, bright-eyed and wild-haired as he shook the consultant’s hand, Zhongli could detect the traces of something unsettling in his eyes, a primordial thirst for conflict that few would ever notice. He was tainted, corrupted by something most would never come to see.
If he were a sensible person, he’d turn from Childe and never look back. If he were still Rex Lapis, staying wouldn’t even be within his consideration; the threat Childe posed to Liyue would escalate until it necessitated his removal.
But the harbinger's orchestrated role was over, now. He was on his own—they were both on their own. He’d finally secured the role of Zhongli, the adeptus who walks among mortals. And Childe, of the few privy to his identity, is all too eager to desecrate him. To treat him as less than a god. Even less than a human, perhaps.
(Any mortal ensnared in his trap ought to run.)
Zhongli can’t help but admit that sends a thrill up his spine. He's ruled for too long, guiding Liyue by his own hand. Things are different, now. Childe is different.
(He can afford to follow along, can't he?)
Zhongli has a lot to think about.