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  The rush of battle is what he lived for. The thrill of facing an opponent when you know you’re already going to win. The feel of being in total control as you strip everything away from someone else. It was even better doing it all for him . Childe would do anything for him. Whatever he asked he could consider it done when it came to the redhead. This time was a little different though. This time he tagged along.

  Now Childe stands beside his boss. Zhongli sits completely calm and poised in his chair, looking rather unamused at the moment. His gloved hand holds an unlit cigar, mostly used for scare tactics, as a large group of people stand before Zhongli.

  They were a rival gang. Coming here in demand of some property Zhongli currently possessed that was on their turf or some other bullshit. Childe really didn’t listen to all of this. He was just there to protect Zhongli and do whatever he asked. If it were up to Childe he would’ve killed them before they had set foot in the building but it wasn’t. Zhongli had permitted them to enter, more so for laughs but he wanted to hear their proposal. 

  “I don’t care if you are the ‘Dragon of the East’! You know that land belongs to me . Give it up or we’ll take it by force.” The old geezer yells, spitting towards Zhongli. 

  Childe jerks forward, ready to kill the man for even daring to look at Zhongli wrong but he’s stopped. Zhongli holds a single hand out and Childe immediately settles down, if only for the moment. Zhongli rolls the cigar between his gloved fingers, leaning back in his chair. And by god he looks like a God himself. Hair falling perfectly and his clothes are pressed perfectly against his Greek like body. Golden eyes staring down at the man that spits before him. Looks like something straight out of an expensive painting and it makes Childe’s heart flutter. Zhongli doesn’t say anything for a while. Simply stares at the man until he makes him uncomfortable enough to shift on his feet, where he then laughs, leaning back against his chair and relaxing.

  “Alright Hontaru of the Treasure Hoarders. I’ll give you the land on one condition,” Zhongli begins, holding up a lone finger. “Send your best fighters out and I’ll send mine out. Whoever is left standing, acquires the land.” The gentleman finishes. 

  Now the other man laughs, shrugging. Agreeing to the terms, he snaps his fingers. Sending out a small group of six men. The rest of the party steps back along with their leader, watching and waiting for Zhongli to send out his own group. But no group shows up. Zhongli sits for a moment in the silence, eyeing the six that had managed to step up. Golden eyes surveying them all before they flick to the leader of the group. One of his gloved hands presses against his cheek as he turns to rest his head against it.

  And he says one word. One word is enough for all of them. 

  “Childe.” 

  The redhead bursts into a fit of laughter. He leaps from his spot beside Zhongli with a proud yosh~! before diving into the group. He lands on his two feet, solid and firm, in the midst of his enemies. He throws his arms open wide, laughing as he takes a bow. 

  “With pleasure, Sensei .” Childe mumbles, a smirk plastered on his lips. He straightens up as he leans back up to his full height. “Who’s first?” Childe teases, eyebrow raised as he looks at everyone before him.

  He can’t help but laugh at the men standing around him. Enjoying their shocked faces as they wait for more to show up. That he can’t really be the only one. That someone as powerful as Zhongli, fighting for something he owns, wouldn’t send out just one man to fight, right? 

  Wrong. They were very wrong about that. Even when the first man who dared to step up to challenge Childe was hesitant. Unsure if this was a joke or not. But that little movement was all it took for Childe to strike. 

  He moves like he’s possessed. Fist connecting with a jaw within a single blink. He turns in seconds and lunges for the next man. The bottom of his shoe stomps into the chest of a faceless man. Childe not even bothering to look at who his foot connects with. Seeing as he isn’t going to concern himself with remembering the faces of whoever stands before him. He laughs at the painful sound the man makes, sighing sweetly at the way it sends a shiver down his spine. He doesn’t dare use a weapon. He uses only his fists even as he knows a knife is pulled. Hears the blade being drawn from its hidden location and his eyes fall to the man holding it. He all but licks his lips at the solid threat, but he knows he can beat him. Even with the odds stacked against him. The man with the knife lunges at him. He easily dodges the attack with a yawn, simply bored of everything, just as he twists out of the way of a second slice before he closes the distance between the two. Childe’s hand grabs the man’s wrist. He grips hard enough so the man can’t pull away. Can’t put any distance between them now. 

  And easily, Childe snaps the man’s wrist. He doesn’t give him the time to scream before he slides his firm hand up to the bicep. Where Childe oh so easily breaks the man’s shoulder. 

  Now he lets the man scream. Relishes in the way his ears ring at the sound. Laughs as the man’s other hand scrambles to get Childe to let go. Feels fat fingers cling to his suit arm and the redhead simply smiles. 

  He moves effortlessly as he kicks the man’s knee in, probably breaking it, before without any resistance, he flips the man over his shoulder and flat on his back. The heavy thud shakes the wood beneath him. Echoes in his ears in a very satisfying way. He can’t help the smirk that crosses his lips. Can’t help the flash of his fangs as he stares down at the unconscious man. He releases the arm that he had been holding, slowly lifts his gloved hand to his hair. Where he pushes his bangs back, licks his lips, and turns his cloudy blue gaze towards the rest of the group.

  “Now there’s no need to worry…I’ll take good care of you all♡” Childe states, chuckling as he leans down to pick up the knife. 

  He waits for another one to move. Waits for another challenger and when he gets one, he’s quick to plunge the knife within the random body before him. Twists the blade until he interrupts the high-pitched scream as the man passes out from the pain. He laughs, shoulders trembling, as he feels warm blood pool against his fingers. He retrieves the knife from the man, bringing the blood covered weapon up before his eyes. Flicks his gaze towards Zhongli as he pulls the knife closer to his lips. Where he slowly licks blood from the blade, face flushing in a warm red that rivaled the crimson liquid. The taste of copper spurs Childe on even further. Knowing that while his blood pumps warm, turning him on, he’s going to do the same for Zhongli. Knowing just what to do to get the other man riled up just as much. 

  He can’t help but squeeze his thighs together as Zhongli stares at him. Feels the rush of heat going straight between his thighs and it makes him whine. 

  “Wonderful! So wonderful!” Childe laughs before ending it off in a sigh. He turns back to look at the others left standing then, a bright smile on his face. “Now this is getting fun.” 

  His body is heating up on a whole other level now. Feels the rush of ecstasy, hot and heavy, burning in his blood as it makes his thighs tremble and his heart beat rapidly. Makes him tingle with excitement knowing Zhongli is watching him. Watching him do as he asks and doing it all with ease. He sighs at the lovely feeling of connecting a well thrown hit. Losing himself completely as he continues the fight, blue eyes clouded with adrenaline and a lust for battle. Signaling for the next life to be taken to come to him. 

  And the battle is over within minutes. Childe’s gloved hands drip with blood. Little specks of blood tingle on his cheek as he stares at the knife. Before he tosses it over his shoulder, bored of the tool now. He moves back to Zhongli’s side like a loyal guard dog, happily awaiting praise from his master. Who smirks as he walks past but loses it when he looks back at the other leader. 

  “Well? There you have it. We keep the land.” Zhongli says in his calm tone. Not even addressing the demon child beside him. 

  Childe loves the look on the other man’s face, just as much as Zhongli does, as he stares in horror at the scene before him. Mouth agape at his fallen men. 

  “Y-you’ll pay for this! Both of you!” 

  And with that they leave. More like scramble to get out of the building. To get away from the dragon and his pet dog. And when they finally clear out, Zhongli snaps his fingers and there’s a cleanup crew there to dispose of the mess.

  And Childe is there, ready for his master to praise him. The heat in his body grows now. Causes an ache within his groin as he moves before Zhongli can speak. He makes his way between Zhongli’s legs. Pressing his nose right into the crook of his neck. Breathes in his master's scent before groaning into his skin. 

  “I did good, didn’t I? Did just as you asked…c’mon give me a reward.” Childe mumbles, head spinning as he presses himself closer to Zhongli. Who in turn doesn’t move or brush him off. 

  Which is a good sign for the young man.

  Childe’s gloved hand runs over Zhongli’s broad chest before he grabs his tie and twirls it within his fingers. 

  “Sensei play with me♡…” Childe pants hot against Zhongli’s throat, chuckling at Zhongli’s little tsk.

  He complies by moving his own gloved hand to grip Childe’s hip, guiding the red head down. The feeling of his clothed hardon makes Zhongli roll his eyes, just a little. Since Childe was always like this after a fight. Always turned on and horny for more. 

  More praise. More fights. More Zhongli.

  And for once Zhongli wasn’t going to make him wait. Was going to let Childe have a little bit of a treat for doing a good job. And his excitement is almost uncontrollable at this point but he maintains himself. As to not disturb Zhongli into changing his mind. Waits for Zhongli’s gloved hand to run across the bulge beneath his suit pants before slowly unzipping them and pulling Childe free from his restraint. His cock lay heavy and wet against Zhongli’s thigh. Just the slightest of his touches had Childe shivering and whining. But Zhongli doesn’t continue to move his hand. Instead, he moves it to grip at his hips once more and Childe can’t help but hum in question as to what his master was doing. 

  “Well? Go ahead and get off. Use my thigh, right here and now, Childe.” Zhongli states. Clearly not making a joke. 

  But Childe is far more than willing. Anything Zhongli gives him he takes without question. He moans at the harsh slap against his thigh Zhongli gives him, telling him to hurry up. And even with the others still in the room, cleaning up his accomplishments, Childe bites his bottom lip before slowly grinding his dripping cock against the fat of Zhongli’s thigh. Blue eyes aflame with lust as he leans against his sensei before rocking his hips right down against Zhongli’s thigh again, tongue already wet as drool threatens to spill over his lips. 

  “Thank you, Sensei ♡.” Childe moans as he grinds down again, body trembling at the friction. He grinds down again, whining with a fever raging in his body. Heat swirls in his head and in his stomach. A knot tightening within his abdomen as he grinds down again. He doesn’t stop his hips from moving, not even once. Just grinds into the perfect sculpture of Zhongli’s thighs. His mouth waters as his eyes find the bulge in Zhongli’s own pants. Whimpers as he aims the head of his cock to run across the length of the bulge. 

  “Sensei…I’ve been good. Please.” Childe chuckles as he licks Zhongli’s throat, begging the man to give him a little more. He did what he was asked without question and now he deserves a reward. He so badly wants to touch it. To have it inside of him in any way. And he waits for Zhongli to answer. To give him any confirmation to give his good little dog a good little reward. 

  And the silence almost kills him but it never makes his hips stop. He keeps rubbing right up against Zhongli’s own hardon, biting his bottom lip with another needy whine. He only rubs himself a few more times when he finally gets his answer.

  “You did a good job, Childe.” Zhongli mumbles, his gloved hand slipping into the back of Childe’s pants, a lone finger teasing him even further. “Get yourself prepared. Quickly.” 

  Childe lights up at the praise. Little hearts in his eyes as he leans up to stare at Zhongli. 

  He would do anything for this man, even with just a little bit of praise. He’d kill anyone that even looked at this man wrong. Would do anything Zhongli wanted, with just a snap of his fingers. Would forever be his loyal little guard dog if it meant he stayed by His side. 

  His heart swells more at the praise that rings inside of his head. Chest on fire as his heart pounds within his ribs. He can’t help but bring one of his gloved hands up to his lips, pressing his fingers into the sinisterly lust filled smile he wears. His eyes are clouded with that same lust as he stares at Zhongli, blush tingling his blood-stained cheeks. The scarlet red reaches the tips of his ears and he can’t help biting his bottom lip as he moves to get to work. 

  He sheds his gloves first. Tossing them to the side along with his shirts. He removes his pants almost as quickly, leaving them on the floor without a second thought. He straightens up to get himself ready as instructed. 

  Presses his knee into the armrest of the chair as he leans over Zhongli now. His chest rises and falls in heavy pants as he slowly begins to finger himself. His desire-filled gaze never leaves Zhongli’s face as he prepares himself for the older man. 

  Precum dribbles from his cock, slipping down to fall against Zhongli’s perfect thigh as he fingers himself open. Heat racing in his entire body as he hangs above Zhongli, who in turn just simply stares at Childe with his own little smile.

  “For you. Anything for you.” Childe cries as he fingers himself, towering over his master. Who now palms himself through his suit pants. And just that little action spurs Childe on further. He fingers himself faster, little tears hanging off his eyelashes while he slowly licks his lips. 

  Watches with hungry eyes as Zhongli finally releases his cock from his pants. Taking his hardened cock in his own gloved hands. And Childe continues to stare as Zhongli’s thumb rubs across the head of his dick. His own little bubble of precum slipping from the tip. 

  And now Childe’s mouth actually waters. Has to stop himself from sticking his tongue out at the sight. To stop himself from drooling like a dog. But that won’t last for long. 

  He stares with wide eyes, down at Zhongli’s cock. His own dick twitches with it so close in front of him. And he can’t help but pant like an actual dog now. Eyes full of hearts as his fingers work himself open faster. Moans a sinful moan as he watches Zhongli stroke himself. 

  The little grunt Zhongli sounds when he presses right into his tip has Childe’s head spinning on a whole different level. He swears on his life he could come from hearing that alone. Could lose his mind to the lust and orgasm but knows he won’t. He can’t. He has to have it inside of him. Has to come with Zhongli inside or not at all. 

  “That’s enough. Come.” Zhongli says, interrupting Childe’s hazy thoughts. He’s quick to move as instructed. Fingers are removed as he seats himself on his own little throne. Slips his legs in the open spaces of the chair as he lines himself up to take Zhongli. 

  His body never cools off. Won’t until he’s given what he wants so badly. The blood within his body is boiling at this point as he feels the tip of Zhongli’s head brush up against him. He whines at just that little touch. Begins to beg Zhongli to let him take him but Zhongli is silencing him with a wave of his hand. 

  With his other hand he reaches up to run his thumb across Childe’s face, smearing the fresh blood along his skin even further. He moves that thumb across his cheek. Agonizing Childe with how slow he moves. Closes one of his eyes as Zhongli's slender thumb runs across his eyelid. Melts when that same thumb comes running down his cheek once more. Slowly makes its way to Childe’s lips. Where Zhongli brushes heavily against them. Surveying every little detail of Childe for whatever reason. 

  This time, Childe let’s his tongue fall out, catching Zhongli’s thumb. Zhongli is quick to act, pressing his thumb heavily against the redhead's tongue. Pushes around the drool sitting so casually on Childe’s wet tongue. Watches with an amused gaze as Childe’s drool slowly slips off his tongue and gathers along the curve of his gloved hand. 

  Childe groans at the feeling of Zhongli pressing into his tongue. Smirks as he licks up Zhongli’s thumb. Never breaks eye contact with the older man before he’s wrapping his lips around the lone digit. Sinfully, Childe wraps his tongue around the gloved finger. Bobs his head up and down along the appendage until he’s satisfied with how hungry Zhongli looks now, before he removes his mouth with a wet pop. 

   “You really are a good boy.” Zhongli hums with a small chuckle, as he finally lets Childe have what he wants. 

  Childe melts almost immediately. Lowers himself completely down onto Zhongli in one fell swoop. Completely let’s his master bottom out inside of him without hesitation. He can’t help but moan, throwing his head back, as he’s filled to the point of breaking. Even as Zhongli slides in almost too easily. 

  His mouth falls open as he’s filled to the brim. Takes Zhongli inside of him so well it makes the older man groan. Childe runs his hand along his stomach, knowing exactly where Zhongli sits deep within him. A lust filled laugh tumbles from his lips as he lifts his hips and drops himself right back down. Thighs trembling at just how deep Zhongli penetrates him, making a mess of his insides already.

  Zhongli grunts at the sight of Childe so casually pressing into his stomach. Now it was his turn to run his hand across Childe’s chest. Mimicking the path, he had taken until his thumb presses harshly into the spot where his dick reaches inside of Childe. Who hasn’t stopped moving his hips even once.

  “Such a brat before,” Zhongli grunts as Childe keeps relentlessly fucking himself onto his cock. Chuckling just a little at the low moan that Childe produces at his words. “But now look at you. A slut for my cock, doing anything I ask just for a little taste of it.” 

  Childe sobs, nodding his head frantically as he lifts his hips and drops himself back down. Agreeing with his master’s words as it sends heat and ice through his entire body. Effectively fucking himself like the heathen Zhongli claims he is. 

  He moves his hands up Zhongli’s chest, stopping when he grabs hold of Zhongli’s shoulders. With a moan he continues urgently fucking himself even more on Zhongli’s cock. Trying to dig deeper, to take more. Chasing after his well-deserved orgasm even as his thighs tremble from the struggling movement.

  The head of his own cock is a mess at this point. Fat plops of precum gush from the slit of his head with each one of his thrusts now. Watches with clouded blue eyes as it falls to land directly against Zhongli’s half exposed abdomen. Proof of just how wet he’s been the entire time. How wet he gets just from a little bit of teasing and a little bit of fucking. He knows Zhongli is absolutely right with everything he says and Childe will continue to act the same. Continue to be a slave to him and only him.

  He whines as he finally stops his hips. Sits fully down with Zhongli still pressed deep within him. His fingers move up to tangle in the back of Zhongli’s hair. 

  “Sensei - ah! please. Kiss me. Please, I'm getting so close it’s unbearable .” Childe softly speaks, little tears brushing his cheeks as he squeezes himself around Zhongli. 

  Zhongli only chuckles in response before a gloved hand guides Childe’s lips down to his. And they kiss like the moon and stars are being created. Falling into perfect places as they make out. Like they were simply made to be perfect puzzle pieces. Lips mesh together oh so well before tongues clash. Zhongli licks across Childe’s bottom lip and the redhead is more than willing to part them, just to let Zhongli enter. Drool and spit alike mix together, tongues clashing in a case of dominance where Zhongli is obviously the winner. Childe’s tongue is pinned down and he doesn’t stop from letting Zhongli swallow the moan he releases. 

  He doesn’t say anything but Childe can feel how Zhongli’s cock twitches inside of him. Knows that’s a good sign that Zhongli was also feeling good. Can’t help the hearts that are sure to be in his eyes as their lips finally break apart and he can stare at Zhongli now. Who simply hums before it’s his turn to thrust his hips.

  Zhongli pounds up into Childe once, pulling him out of his dazed little world. “Hmm? What are you thinking about while I’m this deep inside of you?” Zhongli asks, thrusting into Childe once more. 

  Childe gasps, shocked at the sudden thrust hitting him deeper than he could’ve done by himself. His lungs are set aflame with another rough thrust that’s aimed perfectly at his sweet spot. His fingers grasp harder at Zhongli’s hair as he begins to relentlessly pound up into Childe now. His legs quake at every thrust. Body trembles as he clings to Zhongli. Chasing his orgasm faster than before with the help of the older man.

  Who doesn’t even lose his composure. He grunts sometimes but never lets his own noises get too loud. His hair never falls out of place even with Childe’s fingers tangled in his locks. The epitome of perfection, sitting so casually with his cock buried inside of Childe’s body. 

  Meanwhile Childe is clinging on to the bare minimum. His mouth is wide open as he gasps and moans at every roughly placed thrust. Sinful noises echoing in the chamber for all to hear, or for those who dared too. His hair was messy and his body hot to the touch, even with the beads of sweat clinging to his skin. His pale skin flushed scarlet red. The head of his dick was so wet, he felt like he was acting like some virgin doing it for the first time.

  None of that mattered to him though. Even if he looked like a mess right then and there. Even if anyone could see or hear him. Even if people would talk, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was whatever Zhongli wanted.

  A well placed thrust against his prostate once more has Childe crying. Tears roll down his cheek just as drool rolls down his chin. Fingernails grip into Zhongli’s neck, unable to stop himself as he throws his head back with a broken sob. 

  “C-com-!” Child tries to warn but it’s too late as he gets his well deserved orgasm. His cum ropes out between them, sticky and hot as it clings to his skin. His body twitches completely until his orgasm passes. Thankfully, Zhongli let’s him ride his orgasm out. Slowly thrusting within Childe until the redhead stills, only rolling his hips ever so slightly. 

  Childe pants softly, licking his lips as he hums sweetly as his blue eyes look towards Zhongli’s golden gaze. Chuckling softly as he releases Zhongli’s neck, moving his hands along his broad chest once more. Pressing into the firm body as he squeezes the cock still deep inside of him.

  “Hmm? Was that not enough to satisfy you, Sensei?” Childe hums, lifting a single eyebrow in question with a small laugh. The redhead bites his bottom lip just as he gives Zhongli another squeeze. He’s about to open his mouth and say some other stupid shit to rile Zhongli up, but the older man is shutting him up quick. 

  A hand grabs the back of his neck and Zhongli so easily lifts them up out of the chair. Still connected deep within Childe as he hauls them up. Childe doesn’t even ask any questions as his back presses against a nearby wooden table. A large desk Zhongli used for writing formal letters, thankfully empty, because now he was going to fuck Childe on it. 

  Childe glances around, a lovely little tickle in his stomach as he stares up at Zhongli. His face flushed to all hell as he watches Zhongli’s calm and collected features fall into a sinister smirk as his hips snap forward.

  Electricity runs down Childe’s spine at the harsh thrust. His eyes widen as he stares at the older man, who just keeps smiling down at him. Feels a gloved hand run across his abdomen, curling a tight knot beneath his skin once more. The slick leather is dirtied with Childe’s previous orgasm as Zhongli’s fingers run up his stomach and through the mess. Until those gloved hands fall on his hips, preparing Zhongli and Childe for a second round.

  “Sensei wait- I just,” Childe begins but Zhongli isn’t having it. His hips plummet once more into Childe, thrusting into his sensitive body again and again. Picking up his pace as he thrusts faster and faster into Childe. Who gasps and moans helplessly until his own fingers finally are able to grab hold of Zhongli’s wrist. “I just came - ah! Please,” Childe bables and luckily Zhongli slows down, letting Childe breathe properly for a moment. Little tears still stick to his eyelashes as he closes his eyes to gather himself. 

  Normally they only have time for one round, unless it’s very late at night. Most times they come together or Childe really does just let Zhongli use his mouth. But to go from one round to the next in quick succession well…it would drive Childe crazy . He really would become nothing but a slave to his master. More so than he was now. 

  Childe has to decide now whether they should stop and continue later, or if he should just lose himself completely to his lust. To Zhongli. But the older man’s voice is cutting directly into his own scrambled mind. Interrupting the redhead before he even gets the chance to gather his thoughts. 

  “You wanted it so badly before, hmm ? So now,” Zhonlgi hums as his pace begins to pick up again. The head of his cock barely brushes right up against Childe’s sweet spot. Just enough to run that toe curling electricity through his body. Teasing him all with a laugh and a smirk. “Take it like a good little boy.” Zhongli finishes.

  And now it was his turn to lick his lips as he stared down at the unsuspecting Childe. 

  The first meaningful thrust of the second round is right against Childe’s prostate, ripping his eyes open. He gasps, mouth falling open. His fingers scramble to grasp at the desk as Zhongli slips in and out of him oh so easily.

  Childe’s blood is hot liquid all over again. Lava runs in his veins as his body trembles at each thrust. Can’t stop the way his body absolutely craves the drag of Zhongli’s cock. Just as much as Zhongli craves how his cock disappears so nicely into Childe.

  “You were made for me. Look at how perfectly we fit together.” Zhongli chuckles as he pulls almost entirely out of Childe, leaving just the head within Childe’s twitching entrance. Fingers running down the back of his thighs until his thumb pulls apart Childe’s cheeks. Zhongli stares heavily at the place where they’re connected. Gropes the thick of Childe’s ass as he slowly pushes deep within the redhead. Eyes never wavering as Childe swallows him completely, flushed right up against the back of his thighs.

  Childe whimpers but stares up with wonder at Zhongli. His blue eyes are clouded with pleasure once more. He didn’t even need to be told. Childe knew Zhongli was right. They were made perfectly for each other. They were meant for each other in every way possible. And that made Childe melt. Fall apart at the thought that they were written in the stars together. 

  But he doesn’t have much time to think as Zhongli continues to grope and spread him open even further. The speed of his pace picks up until the only thing rattling inside Childe’s head is the sound of skin on skin. And even then he barely registers how goddamn wet they sound. 

  Yet Zhongli doesn’t miss a beat. He continues to fuck into Childe without breaking a sweat. Even as their bodies mesh and fit together so well, he continues to look perfect. To look so unbothered even while he desperately chased both of their orgasms now. Aside from the occasional grunt when Childe squeezes around him hard, he barely makes any noise. Looks like a God hanging above Childe as much as he does when he sits in that chair before a group of underlings. 

  The only difference in Zhongli when he sits before his group and the man that now plows into Childe’s ass is his breathing. Sure, Zhongli doesn’t make much noise, but Childe never misses the way he loses just a little bit of that composure when they fuck. The way Zhongli’s chest heaves with each thrust. As if he’s struggling to breathe being so deep inside of the redhead. The little flutter of his eyelashes when he feels good. How his golden eyes melt into smoldering orbs full of lust. When they look at Childe fully with pleasure and no longer in a business manner. 

  Only Childe gets to see his master like this. And that’s what drives him absolutely insane . When Zhongli loses himself in the pleasure just as much as Childe does. 

  “You’re stuffed full of my cock and you still have time to think about other things?” Zhongli asks in the small space between them. Voice still clear as day even as his pace is almost unbearable for Childe. As if he wasn’t even trying yet Childe knew better. Knew that Zhongli was close with the way his cock twitched within him so deep. 

  It didn’t stop Childe from moaning an apology. Stupid grin crossing his face as he looks up at Zhongli. 

  “Maybe you’re just - ah! Not hitting me d-deep enough♡” The redhead gasps, biting his bottom lip. 

  Now Childe visibly watches Zhongli’s eyebrow twitch at the challenge. Watching with half lidded eyes as Zhongli catches the bait with a laugh . That same laugh sending a chill straight down Childe’s spine. His own dick twitching with anticipation.

  He expects Zhongli to fuck him until he goes quiet. Or until he breaks the desk. What he doesn’t expect is a gloved hand to wrap around the base of his cock. Doesn’t expect Zhongli to grip him tight enough to rip a sharp gasp from his lips. Doesn’t expect Zhongli to jerk Childe off from the front in the exact time he slams his own cock in his backside. The perfectly placed thrusts into his sweet spot with the combination of his gloved hand rubbing right over his sensitive tip has Childe quickly fumbling into a second orgasm. 

  His orgasm hits him like a truck. He throws his head back, his entire back arching off the desk, as he moans like a whore. Stars explode behind his vision as he hits his powerful climax. White stains of cum shoot from his red tip, coating his lower abdomen in the sticky substance once more. 

  And in the midst of his orgasm, he squeezes tight enough that Zhongli is coming right behind him. Pouring his own hot white cum deep inside of Childe as he hits his own orgasm.

  Childe groans as he slowly comes back down from his sky splitting orgasm. Tears plop off his eyelashes as he tries to roll onto his side. Moves to lay flat on his chest, climbing away from Zhongli. He can’t go another round. After that he’s sure he won’t stay awake for a 3rd round. Knows he’s going to have to tap out. He had the stamina to keep up with Zhongli but not this time. His head was spinning far too much for his liking. He crawls far enough that Zhongli’s cock is just barely within him before a chuckle freezes his molten blood. 

  Two rough, gloved hands grab his ankles as he tries to remove Zhongli from himself. A sob slips from his lips as he’s pulled across the desk and seated flush into Zhongli’s dick once more. His legs dangle over the side of the desk. Toes just barely touch the ground as he still lays his upper half along the wooden table.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Zhongli coos, gloved hand running up along Childe’s spine before settling to grip the fat of Childe’s ass once more. 

  A playful thrust inside has Childe’s toes curling. A second one has him drooling. A third thrust has him sobbing . His fingers grip the front edge of the desk for support as his feet lift off the ground now with each thrust. He whimpers as Zhongli drags his cock out oh so slowly, watching with wild golden eyes as his previous load threatens to spill out of Childe, only to slam himself right back in. Effectively pushing his cum deeper within Childe. 

  Zhongli’s pace stays that way. Slow drags out only for rough and harsh slams back in. Digging his cock as deep as he can go. Every single thrust has Childe drooling. His head heavy along with his body. Only able to whimper and flex his thighs with the onslaught of deep thrusts. 

  A sharp smack to his ass wakes him up though. His head snaps up at every single slap he receives now. Whimper after whimper tumbles directly from his lips, just like the drool that puddles on the desk. Tears mixing in with his drool as pain stings his ass cheeks at each slap.

  When he feels Zhongli shift to hang directly over him, Childe groans. Thinking that maybe he was going to stop finally. But of course he wasn’t. Zhongli’s gloved hand is back at work, this time tangling in Childe’s red locks. Gripping his hair just tight enough to lift his head up. Forcing Childe’s gaze forward. 

  “Look at you. Moments ago you were right there,” Zhongli whispers, forcing Childe’s eyes to look at where he wanted him too. Looking at the spot where he had been instructed to kill men. To relish in the fight and feeling of blood. The thought makes his half hard dick twitch. Especially when Zhongli continues to whisper against the shell of Childe’s ear.

  “You were so perfect. Bleeding those men all for me. Such a good boy Childe,” Zhongli whispers. Praising the male with an eager tone. Making Childe’s cock twitch fully to life once more. “If you can do that, you can go another round with this old man, can’t you?” Zhongli asks softly.

  At first Childe thinks of refusing Zhongli. To shake his head no. That he couldn’t take anymore. But Zhongli is pressing sweet kisses into the shell of his ear. Coaxing the younger man with the slow draw of his cock and the deep thrust back in. His brain was mush at this point. So, he does the unthinkable and nods his head, throwing his clouded blue eyes back at the dragon. 

  “Y…yes Sensei…♡” Childe mumbles back, nodding his head once more. 

  Zhongli hums in approval before he chuckles. Places a hot and heavy kiss against flushed skin before sinking his teeth gently into the nape of Childe’s neck. Leaving a precious love bite, claiming what was his.

  “Good.” Zhongli chuckles before he’s leaning back up. Leaving Childe to prepare himself for round 3. Where he clamps hard onto the desk to keep himself grounded to reality, somehow, as Zhongli begins to move again. 

  His thrusts are not as fast or as well aimed directly for his sweet spot this time. Instead, his thrusts push right past his prostate. Digs into the deepest parts of Childe that Zhongli, and Zhongli alone, can reach. And Childe swears the older man is fucking into his stomach for real with how deep he feels him. He scrambles to try and keep himself upright. To keep his feet on the ground but Zhongli is barely pulling out before thrusting into his guts, making his feet slip and toes curl. He struggles to keep from putting his full weight on the desk. An attempt to keep up with Zhongli. But even if he props his upper body up with his elbows, Zhongli is quick to push him flush against the desk. 

  So, he pathetically attempts to hold himself up again and again, without any success. While Zhongli slowly loses himself more and more within their lust. He grunts heavier now as he fucks deep into Childe. Who in turn is a broken, sobbing mess. Moves his head to rest on his hand, trying his best to cover his face, as his body uncontrollably trembles with his third and upcoming orgasm. 

  Can’t help but shake his head as he gets closer and closer to the familiar burning sensation. 

  “It’s…ah- mhn ! w…weird.” He manages to mumble but it doesn’t stop Zhongli and his powerful thrusts. Simply spurs him on at the sight of Childe unraveling. He craves to see it, just as much as Childe craves his own orgasm.

  Once again, Childe shakes his head. One of his hands quickly darts out to press against Zhongli’s abdomen weakly, trying to get him to stop. But of course, he doesn’t. The older man just simply grabs hold of Childe’s arm, using it as leverage to turn Childe back onto his side, and to use it to fuck him deeper. Rougher. Harder. Where he can see everything, his lover does.

  Keeping his face turned away, pressed flush against his own hand, Childe feels all of the fire far too much. Feels it burning his body as he orgasms for the third time in a row. A trembling, broken sob dissolves into a whimper as he cums. Just barely still managing to shake his head no even as his orgasm claws through him. 

  Because it was weird. Because this time it was a little different. 

  Clear liquid splashes from his cock in replace of his regular white cum. Hits the desk with a sinful sound before pooling just beneath him against the wooden desk. He goes limp then, gasping for as much air as he can get into his lungs, as he lays flat against the desk. Zhongli’s grip on his arm loosens just a little bit as he watches in awe. Embarrassment flushes the tips of Childe’s ears. From the feeling of Zhongli’s golden eyes piercing him and as he feels his newest climax slick against his stomach. 

  He barely clings to consciousness at this point. Barely hears Zhongli and he knows the older man probably has to say his name two or three times before gaining Childe’s full attention. 

  “Gods above, Childe. You’re so goddamn pretty, you know that?” Zhongli chuckles, licking his lips at the dazed state Childe lays in. He moves a gloved hand to push some fallen hair out of his eyes. The most disheveled the man can look and it drives Childe crazy how perfect he looks all the time. Especially with how big of a mess he currently was. “Only you can take me this well. Only you can look so pretty like this, Childe. I’m so close and only you make me like this.” Zhongli whispers in the small space between the two. 

  Childe groans, even with how well Zhongli praises him. His mind is still in shambles as he glances at the older man. His blue eyes stare over the sharp features of the dark-haired man. He can barely keep his eyes open but Zhongli makes sure he stays awake. Childe watches as Zhongli brings his own gloved hand to his lips, where he grasps the edge of his glove and pulls it off with his teeth. Now the black leather hangs from his sharp teeth and the sight goes straight to Childe’s worn-out dick. Just the simple sight of this man looking down on him, praising him while he takes parts of his clothes off with his teeth? 

  Childe swears he might actually die, just at this simple sight alone.

  Zhongli drops it off to the side. Forgotten against the wood as removes his other glove then. Presses the fresh pads of his fingers directly into Childe’s hip. Where he slowly traces the jut of his hip bone. Calloused fingers running along every dip and curve of his slender waist before they wade through the mess he had made once more. He laughs softly at the way Childe twitches beneath his fingers. Licks his lips at the wet substance tickling his lover's skin, before the flat of his rough palm rubs over Childe’s flushed pec. He runs his thumb across one of Childe’s perked nipples, pinching the sensitive bud. He twists the delicate skin, relishing in the way Childe gasps, as he slowly pulls his cock out, keeping just the head buried inside of the redhead.

  Which in turn makes Childe shake his head, quickly and desperately. He weakly lifts his hand to gently grab hold of Zhongli’s wrist, shaking his head once more. Can’t help the whine that escapes his kiss bruised lips as he eyes Zhongli. Because no, he couldn’t go another round. He couldn’t wrap his head around going another round. Not after the white-hot, searing orgasm that he just had.

  “N-no... Sensei. I... I don’t know if I c-can…” Childe mumbles, tears still dangling off his pretty, pretty eyelashes. His blue eyes are rimmed with a subtle red from those same pretty tears. Childe sniffles just a little until he breaks into a soft, sensitive sob when Zhongli is filling Childe up again once more. Fat tears break free of their restraints, sticking to his skin. 

  “God when you look at me like that, I just can’t help it. I’m so close now,” Zhongli hums as he bends forward. His lips press heavily against the fat tear, kissing away the salty drop. Childe whines as Zhongli is quick to pull out and push back in. Slow and sweet thrusts, one after another. Childe shakes his head once more but Zhongli’s hips never stop. He just slowly draws out and pushes back inside of the sensitive body. “You’re so perfect for me. My everything.” Zhongli mumbles against Childe’s hot and flushed cheek. “Once more, Childe. That's all I need.” 

   Childe’s bottom lip trembles ever so slightly then. Because he knows that he’ll pass out if he comes once more. Doesn’t want to show such an embarrassing side to his lover. Since he’s never lost a fight for the man before, how would he feel if Childe collapsed after being fucked so good? Would he be proud or disappointed? Another reason why Childe didn’t want to show this side of him to Zhongli. He didn’t have to say anything for Zhongli to know that he made Childe feel the utmost greatest pleasure he ever could, he was just a little worried he’d scare off Zhongli just by how fucking good he actually felt. 

  “Once more…for you, Sensei.” Childe agrees with a little bit of a pout. Again, he would do anything for Zhongli. He moves to lay onto his back once more. His legs slide up to wrap lazily around Zhongli’s waist as his arms slip around his broad shoulders and neck. Body weak but on fire as he feels Zhongli shifting them together, closer, tighter. Sorching fingers grip behind one of his knees, propping Childe up at a slightly better angle, while Zhongli’s other hand presses down on the table for support. 

  Even with his body and mind tired, the sight of Zhongli hanging above him, desperate for Childe as he chases his own orgasm, has him wanting more. He may know he can’t keep up with a fourth round, but solely to get to see Zhongli have another orgasm carries him on. Makes him grasp desperately at anything to keep him awake to give the man everything he wants. 

  Thankfully he doesn’t have to find anything to help him stay awake as Zhongli begins to move once more.

  Zhongli is sensual in each thrust now. He no longer presses deep into Childe’s guts. Instead, he’s casual. Each thrust is full of power and a carnal pleasure that steals Childe’s breath away at each slip in. But underlining is a soft, controlled, thrust. Full of love and perfection that is just Zhongli and his feelings. Those said feelings spill out with each grind of their hips. Even as small tears still fall from Childe’s pretty eyelashes, Zhongli is there kissing them away. 

  Zhongli whispers sweetly against flushed skin as his lips collect the salty tears. Even if Childe can barely hear what he says. Knows they’re nothing but praises that simply spur Childe on even more. And of course it does the trick. He softly moans as he turns his head, lips brushing against Zhongli’s wrist as his blue eyes glance up at the older man.

  The now, perfectly disheveled man breathes heavily above Childe. Losing himself entirely as he focuses hard at chasing his orgasm. Golden eyes closing in concentration as he steadily fucks into Childe, giving Childe a soft moment to clearly look up at Zhongli.

  And if he had thought Zhongli had looked like a God before, sitting in his lonely little chair before a group of devoted people, here he looked even more perfect. His hair is barely out of place but still a few strands dangle to frame Zhongli’s strong facial features. Just the slightest sheen of sweat caresses his skin, making him glow. How he is the only one who gets to see this side of Zhongli. The perfect God falling into being a perfect mortal, only for him. 

  Childe then moves his eyes down to Zhongli’s stone carved body. Eyes raking over the beautiful twists and curves of the golden tattoos along his shoulders. Staring at every chip and perfect cut of the older man’s body. The way water would fall perfectly off every curve and dip.

  Even as his eyes roam further and further down Zhongli’s abdomen, staring at the spot they’re deeply connected at, Childe can’t help but think he knows why he can’t keep up with the man. Knows now that no matter the years between them, Zhongli was always going to be the one with more stamina. Always going to be the one lasting far longer than Childe could ever dream of. 

  He’s so wrapped up in memorizing every single thing about the man before him, like he might forget him, that he doesn’t even notice when Zhongli is staring at him.

  Zhongli laughs, warming Childe’s already hot skin. Feels it tingle in his bones and ring in his ears. And Childe has to tear his eyes away out of embarrassment, the tips of his ears flushing red. Zhongli had obviously caught him staring but Childe wouldn’t admit to it. He simply just turns his head, closing his eyes as he presses his lips firmly into Zhongli’s skin.

  “G-go faster.” Childe pouts, completely embarrassed about being caught. But Zhongli doesn’t mind. He rather loves how hungrily Childe looks at him. Even when he’s so spent and begging Zhongli to stop, his blue eyes are still cloudy when they look at him. Full of lust and begging Zhongli for more. 

  “Oh? Are you feeling it again?” Zhongli hums, tilting his head to the side just the slightest. A taunt towards the redhead, who obviously thought he couldn’t go another round yet was begging for more. Even if Childe was just embarrassed about being caught. 

  Which was strange in itself. Zhongli knew Childe worshipped him. So why was he so embarrassed? Why was his heart beating so fast? 

“You’re thinking of something else again, Childe.” Zhongli whispers, gaining Childe’s attention. Zhongli’s bare thumb strokes Childe’s bruised lips before he turns the young man’s head to look at him once more. His hips snap forward just as Childe’s eyes find Zhongli’s golden orbs. Forcing Childe’s eyes to completely focus on Zhongli again as the older man picks the pace up, just as Childe had asked for. 

  The redhead moans at the quickening pace. Once more his body burns for a release. How he’s so quick to yearn for Zhongli and everything that he gives him. Even when he could barely keep his eyes open a moment ago. 

  “Focus on me. Only me.” Zhongli instructions, moving to hover over Childe. He presses his lips gently into Childe’s eyelid, leaving a heated kiss there before moving to lock their lips together once more. And Zhongli kisses all of Childe’s little worries and thoughts away in seconds.

  Lips and tongues fall in sync together. Clashing wonderfully, even as Zhongli’s teeth sink into the plump of Childe’s bottom lip. Where the redhead is quick to taste just the smallest bit of copper. But at this point, pain and pleasure mix too well for him to care. Knew he wouldn’t have cared even if he wasn’t in the middle of Zhongli fucking him. 

  It only turned him on more. And Zhongli knew that. 

  When Zhongli finally pulls away, just a few inches, Childe is a mess once more. He pants in quick breaths, chest rising and falling as he lays flat against the desk. A small string of spit connects their trembling lips together.  

  From Zhongli’s point of view, Childe is perfect. Like he was the perfect painting that should be hanging up in a museum. Because he’s never met someone who looks so perfect while taking him. All of his tears, flushed cheeks, drool, puffy eyes and lips. Everything about him was perfect . And Zhongli was addicted. Addicted and in love. 

  “Focus on me. Like you always do, Childe.” Zhongli chuckles. His lips barely brush against Childe’s own as he speaks. The redhead barely hears Zhongli speak but he feels the words he whispers directly against his lips. Feels the weight of those words just as Zhongli hits deep inside of him. 

  Somehow those words make Childe feel even more embarrassed than before. But it doesn’t stop his moan at the sharp thrust. Eyes widening as he falls apart, bottom lip trembling as his hands instinctively grip tighter onto Zhongli’s shoulders. 

  “Mmh! M-more!” Childe cries softly into Zhongli’s partially parted lips. Sobbing beautifully as the older man picks up his pace again. Digs deeper inside to further mess Childe up. His toes curl at every thrust. Body tingling with that familiar electricity as another rising orgasm licks up his spine. A slow churn in his lower abdomen that feels like it’s melting him from the inside out. 

  His heart pounds as he clings to Zhongli. Moan after moan slips past his lips with each thrust. Their breaths are tangled together just as much as their bodies are. Shared and intertwined, as if the two were fated to be. 

  A deep thrust has Childe’s head snapping back just a little. Just enough to whimper without hitting Zhongli in the process. Can’t help it as his body completely melts to the shape of Zhongli. Can’t help when he’s losing his mind. Going dumb as Zhongli fucks into him so well. 

  Zhongli chuckles softly, breaking off in a low groan as his hips snap forward. Hitting that deep sweet, sweet spot inside of Childe. Where he instinctively squeezes tight around Zhongli, earning him another low groan. And Childe eats it up. Letting it soak into his skin and burn him up just as much as the cock deep inside of him does. 

  “Y-yes! There...g...good!” Childe cries at another sharp thrust against his prostate. Finally far too gone to try and hide how good he’s feeling. His nails dig into the meat of Zhongli’s shoulders. Knowing that tomorrow Zhongli was going to have pretty nail marks to match the several marks left along his own skin. Showing off that Zhongli was as much as his, as he was Zhongli’s. 

  And as if Zhongli had read his mind, he feels sharp teeth bite down into his shoulder. A fresh love bite placed against flushed skin, followed by Zhongli licking up the sweet wound, before sinking his teeth into another fresh hickie. Childe sobs, head falling to the side just as Zhongli licks up the bite mark once more. 

  “Just like that. Give me everything , Childe.” Zhongli softly mumbles in between quick breaths. A sly smirk forms on his lips as Childe trembles and tightens around him. 

  Childe cries softly at the words he barely hears. Only feels the white hot pleasure running up his spine. But he nods his head anyway. Nods his head desperately as he cries out for Zhongli. Soft tears streak his cheeks once more at the rough pace Zhongli sets, body turning to jello as he feels nothing but the electricity of his rising orgasm. 

  “Z-Zhongli! Mhm ! I can’t...” Childe moans pathetically, clinging on to whatever he can, as he finally calls out his lover’s name. His blue eyes peer up at Zhongli, bottom lip trembling as he tries to keep from having an early orgasm. But the way Zhongli is digging deep into him again, he’s not going to last for long. Even with the older man’s soft praises in his ear, Childe feels the burn too fast. 

  “You’re doing so well, Childe. I’m so close.” Zhongli mumbles flat against Childe’s throat, panting hard and heavy against flushed skin as he dives deep inside of Childe. The wet sounds of skin on skin echo in the room just as much as Childe’s pretty little cries do, urging Zhongli even closer to the edge. Focusing on hitting Childe’s sweet spot, just for the way he grips around him so nicely, bringing them both closer to their climaxes with each thrust. And it only takes but a few more thrust to have both of them burning hot. 

  “I’m going to come deep inside of you. Such a perfect boy deserves a perfect reward.” Zhongli hums, fingers gripping tight on Childe’s perfect hip. 

  And it’s all too much for Childe. The praise, the thrusts messing up his insides, the white hot flashes of pure pleasure each time his prostate is pressed into. Everything is too much for the redhead and it comes crashing down beautifully and in perfect sync with his lover.

  “I...I’m com...Zhongli!” Childe gasps, his back arching off the desk to press his body flush against Zhongli. The moan that slips past his lips breaks off in a harsh sob as a rush of pure shock runs through his body as he hits a powerful orgasm. His stomach is tight as he comes. Mixes of broken sobs and moans cascade in a rush from his lips as he has a powerful dry orgasm. Nothing comes out of the reddened head, but nonetheless still has a thigh trembling, mind blowing orgasm. He squeezes tight around Zhongli, crying his name just as Zhongli comes.

  Feels his lover filling him up once more. Greedily, Childe accepts everything Zhongli gives him, as they both ride their orgasms out together. Loves the feeling of his sensei giving him everything he wanted and more. Even as he’s filled and stuffed to the brim, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

  Slowly he comes down from his orgasm. Body still twitching at how hard he’s orgasmed, again. Sleep is heavy on his eyelids as he goes limp against the desk. Fingernails remove from Zhongli’s shoulders as he lays against the wood. Head spinning even as his lover places soft kisses against Childe’s face.

  The redhead sniffles, too tired to keep his eyes open, as his arms go limp around Zhongli’s neck. Presses his nose into the soft crook of Zhongli’s strong neck, breathing in deep.

  “L-love... hck- y...you…” Childe manages to whisper, little tears clinging to the corners of his tired eyes. He barely feels Zhongli pulling out and shifting them around until he’s cradled against the man’s strong chest. Where Childe softly laughs at the embarrassing position but clings tightly onto his lover anyway. Eyelids are too heavy to keep open so he just rests there. Smiles softly when he feels Zhongli’s large coat drape over his worn out body, pressing closer into the warmth. Sighing sweetly as Zhongli in turn holds Childe just ever so closer too.  

  “I’ll...win...next time.” Childe mutters, sleep crawling in faster than that last orgasm he had. And he’s really just about to pass out and sleep right there in the other man’s arms, when Zhongli’s voice is cutting into his head.

  “Promise me, Childe. Don’t ever leave my side. Stay with me, forever .” Zhongli hums, not even sounding a little bit tired at all. His laugh is warm and soothing as he holds the redhead close to his chest.

  Blue eyes peel open at Zhongli’s soft words. His head tilts back just ever so slightly so his tired eyes can stare up at Zhongli. Where Childe watches his every expression. Looking for any sign for the man to be lying or joking around. But all his blue eyes see is how perfect the man looked when he was being so honest with his feelings. No longer just the leader of the gang but a man in love. And how the golden eyes that stare at him, and the smile that forms on his lips, is all genuine. And Childe can’t stop his own smile from widening.

  He drops his head back onto his pillow that is Zhongli’s chest, resting once more with a yawn. Moving to rub one tired eye with the back of his hand before snuggling back into Zhongli’s chest.

    “I promise.” Childe confirms, agreeing with his whole heart that he wasn’t going anywhere. That Zhongli would have to kill him before Childe ever even considered leaving his side. 

  Satisfied, Zhongli chuckles just a little before pressing a kiss to Childe’s forehead. Whisking them away out of the room, moving together towards Zhongli’s personal quarters. “Rest now. When you wake I will have much more for you to do.” 

  Childe sticks his tongue out in a tired pout towards Zhongli, relishing in the way the older man’s laugh rumbles deep within in his chest. Tingling Childe’s entire body with a new, softer warmth. But he settles down anyway. Resting his head fully against the man’s chest once more. And with that promise in mind, Childe falls asleep soundly. Not regretting a damn thing as his tired body finally gets the chance to rest.