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The mid-evening sunlight shines gold through their windows. The smell of their usual order from Wanmin curls through the air. The stillness of the moment fills them with tranquilty. Childe’s skin glitters from his position in Zhongli’s lap, legs facing the table where their takeout lays in wait. Everything about the situation says mundane.
Yet for some reason, tears slowly slide down Childe’s face, barely missing the table to hit the floor where a puddle of various fluids is starting to accumulate. Zhongli smiles and rubs a hand across the gap in Childe’s clothing.
He lifts a bite of rice and vegetables up to Childe’s mouth. It takes Childe a few seconds of deep breathing before he feels like he can open it without making any embarrassing noises. “What’s wrong, my love?” Zhongli prompts as if he’s unaware.
“Please…mm...Zhongli,” Childe slurs his words, “please, I need…” Zhongli shifts in his seat, causing Childe to cut off his words and brace himself against the table. He’s nearly completely hunched over the table now. Even with all his blood seeming gone to his lower half, his entire face is covered with a blush.
“Need more food? You’ll have to eat a bit faster for that, Ajax. I’m only giving what I know you can take at once.” He taps another bite of food on Childe’s lips. It’s part of their game for Childe to accept. Even if he feels like he’s bursting from the inside out, he wants to follow Zhongli’s lead. But that doesn’t mean he can’t beg.
“Noo…hah, not food-” is all Childe manages to get out before Zhongli fills his mouth again. Zhongli has the nerve to pout.
“You’ve barely eaten anything since we came back from the commission. See? Your plate is still half full.” Zhongli angles his chopsticks towards the plate, as if taunting Childe with the chance of another bite. He lifts his gloved hand from Childe’s chin to wipe the tears away, before moving back to keep his mouth in place. With such a strong grip, Childe can’t even turn to look Zhongli in the eyes. It’s utter torture. They’re so close, he can feel Zhongli’s mouth brushing by his neck, yet he can’t even see him.
“Only two more bites, hmm? You’ve been doing so well this far.” Zhongli punctuates the sentence with a shallow thrust upwards. Childe nearly falls over the edge from the praise alone. The pressure against his prostate is absolutely not helping. But, for Zhongli, he stays good.
“Ah! Mmm~ please…” Childe drops his head back onto Zhongli’s shoulder, panting. The grip around the base of his chin tightens. Zhongli keeps his mouth open with his thumb, and places some more food inside.
“Just a little bit more, Ajax.” Another roll of his hips. “I promise, I’ll fill you up just the way you like once we’re done.”