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Zhongli couldn’t remember the last time he had he had felt so content with life. Most people might find a life of mundanity to be dull, but that was precisely just what Zhongli needed. After spending thousands of years being the God of an entire nation, Zhongli loved that he was finally able to take the time to enjoy the smaller things in life.
However, Zhongli hadn’t considered that the handing over of his gnosis would cause the draconic instincts within him to come forth after being dormant for so long. It had been so long since he had dealt with said instincts that they weren’t even so much as an afterthought to the ex-archon. The gnosis had done well to supress those kinds of things whether intentional or not, and now that Zhongli was no longer in possession of it there was nothing holding them back anymore.
Zhongli first noticed something strange was going on within himself during a night out with Childe. Someone had gotten too close and personal with the Harbinger, and Zhongli had to withhold the urge to growl at the unsuspecting individual. Childe had seemed to sense that something was troubling Zhongli, and so he apologized to the person before steering the ex-archon away with a hand on the small of his back.
“Is everything okay?” Childe had asked once they were in a more secluded setting, and Zhongli had to fight the urge to grimace due to the shame that had rooted itself deep in his chest. It wasn’t like him to be so… jealous.
“Everything is fine. I just… wasn’t fond of how close they were to you,” Zhongli admitted, the wall next to him suddenly seeming like the most interesting thing he’d seen throughout his long life.
Childe was silent for a moment before he broke out into a fit of laughter. This had Zhongli finally breaking his staring contest with the wall to look at Childe incredulously. “You’re telling me that the Zhongli got jealous? That is so cute!” Childe’s words only furthered Zhongli’s confusion.
“You think that’s cute?”
“I think it’s adorable, actually. Don’t worry, though. I only have eyes for you, baobei.” Childe grew serious during the last sentence, a gloved hand coming up to cup Zhongli’s cheek (that was now a lovely shade of red).
Zhongli leaned into his gentle touch, Childe’s words undoing a knot in his stomach that he hadn’t even realized was there.
The next time Zhongli noticed something was off was when the two of them were waking up for the day. Childe had to leave for work earlier than Zhongli did, yet the latter chose to wake up whenever Childe did in order to spend more time with him. Childe’s status as Harbinger left him very busy, so Zhongli took any chance he could get to be in his presence.
On this particular morning, it started like any other. The sun hadn’t even begun to rise above the horizon yet, but Childe was already awake— or at least trying to be. He stretched underneath the sheets and then attempted to rub the sleep from his eyes, and the shifting of the bed roused Zhongli from his slumber as well.
Childe heard the rustling coming from Zhongli’s side of the bed and turned on his side to face the ex-archon. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry,” Childe spoke, his voice gravelly from sleep.
“Mm, it’s alright. I would’ve woken up soon anyways. Good morning, Ajax,” Zhongli responded as his eyes fluttered open for the first time that morning, and the soft glow they provided to the dark room was a reminder of the fact that Childe was romantically involved with a god.
“Good morning, my love.” Childe leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against Zhongli’s lips before willing himself to sit up. “I should probably start getting ready now. Those debts aren’t gonna collect themselves!”
At this, Zhongli felt a strange feeling wash over him. It was a feeling akin to stress, the notion of being separated from Childe an almost painful concept for him to grasp. Without thinking, Zhongli shifted closer to Childe and wrapped his arms around his exposed waist.
“Zhongli?” Childe looked down to see a surprisingly distraught looking Zhongli clinging to his side.
“I don’t want you to go,” Zhongli mumbled, his voice being muffled by Childe’s skin.
Childe’s gaze turned sympathetic at this, and he began running his fingers through Zhongli’s long locks in an attempt to comfort the man. He wasn’t entirely sure why Zhongli was acting like this, maybe he’d had a bad dream or something? Though, Childe had to admit— clingy Zhongli was quite cute. “I have to go to work, silly. I’ll miss you dearly, but maybe we can get dinner together once we’re both off?”
Zhongli only let out a displeased huff in response, his grip on the Harbinger growing a bit tighter at the mention of Childe leaving for the day. Childe sighed as he carefully worked out the knots that had formed in Zhongli’s hair while he was sleeping. They sat in silence for a couple more minutes; Childe did need to get ready, but it was difficult for him to not indulge in whatever Zhongli desired. “…Okay.” Zhongli finally spoke up, his hold Childe loosening.
Childe glanced down at Zhongli, a fond look flashing across his eyes at the realization that the latter was pouting. He had the urge to kiss the pout off of Zhongli’s face, and so he did. He stood up from the bed and leaned over the consultant to press their lips together in a loving kiss. Zhongli hummed into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup the side of Childe’s cheek in order to keep him close.
Childe was the first to pull away, stretching his arms above his head to rid his body of the remaining grogginess that still plagued him. Zhongli still seemed mildly discontented, but he got up as well in order to make a quick breakfast for the two of them before Childe had to leave.
The moment the pair split off, Childe heading to the bathroom and Zhongli to the kitchen, Zhongli felt something within him click as he realized just how clingy he had acted. “Oh, gods, that is so mortifying.” He had mumbled to himself as he buried his now bright red face within the palms of his hands. Zhongli had always enjoyed Childe’s presence, but not to the point where he childishly demanded that the latter stay in bed with him instead of attending to his responsibilities. He could only hope that Childe wasn’t put off by his strange behavior.
It was only when Zhongli noticed how difficult it was becoming to hold his mortal form that he realized what was going on. The uncharacteristic jealousy, the way it physically pained him to be apart from Childe… it was all making sense. Zhongli’s mating cycle was approaching. Zhongli had been at work when he came to this conclusion, his hands trembling as he carefully set down the document regarding a recent client onto his desk.
He took a steadying breath, his eyes shut as he attempted to ground himself. It had been thousands of years since Zhongli had last experienced a proper heat, which is why it took him so long to put the pieces together. Without the gnosis, he was no longer protected from the primal instincts that lay within him due to his true nature as a dragon. His body must have recognized Childe as a suitable mate and was now reacting accordingly. Zhongli groaned, his body falling back to rest against his cushioned desk chair. He had no clue how he was supposed to breach this topic with the Harbinger. “By the way, I’m unsure if you forgot but my true form is that of a dragon. On top of this, my body has decided that you are a suitable mate to produce a clutch.” There’s no way that would go smoothly.
At the very least, it seemed as though he still had a bit of time left before he would succumb to the throes of his heat. This left him with some time to organize his thoughts and figure out how to break the news in a way that wouldn’t leave Childe reeling.
Or, he thought he had time.
Once Zhongli arrived home, he’d barely had the time to hang his tailcoat on the rack near the front door before a painful cramp in his lower abdomen almost had him keeling over. He instinctively wrapped an arm around his stomach while he used the other to lean onto the wall for support. “This… cannot be happening already,” he mumbled to no one but himself, and as if his body were trying to prove it he felt a gush of slick rush out of him, soaking his underwear in the process. Another cramp had him cursing aloud as he became hyper aware over how hot he felt.
Zhongli stumbled his way into his and Childe’s shared bedroom, almost tearing off his clothes in the process in an attempt to quell the raging heat within him. It was when he collapsed onto the bed that he fully lost control of his mortal form; his arms took on a charcoal shade with veins of brilliant gold running up the expanse of them and antler-like horns curled at the top of his head. To top it all off, a large scaley tail with a surprisingly fluffy tip had revealed itself at Zhongli’s backside.
He crumpled into the pillow face-first, a shiver wracking his body as another unforgiving wave of heat crashed over him. Zhongli was still coherent, but he knew it wouldn’t be long until he lost any semblance of the composure he normally held. He was sweating, and his thighs were already soaked from the copius amounts of slick rushing out of him.
He felt so empty. Oh, how he longed for Childe— though what little was left of the rational part of his mind worried how Childe would react upon seeing him. Zhongli flipped onto his back, unable to lie entirely flat due to his tail. He rested a golden hand against his lower abdomen, unable to hold back the gasp he let out even from the slightest of contact. Zhongli instinctively rolled on his side to curl in on himself as a stabbing pain bloomed from the spot the adeptus was touching. “Gods— I can’t-,” he gritted out, the end of his tail thumping erratically against the bed.
Zhongli could feel himself slipping, his thoughts gradually becoming replaced by the need to be filled. Specifically, by Childe. His mate. The notion of referring to Childe as his mate had the consultant reeling, a quiet whine bubbling at the back of his throat.
—
“Zhongli, I’m home!” Childe called at the doorway as he slipped off his boots. The uncharacteristic silence that followed worried him. Normally, Zhongli would greet him with a kiss and offer to take his jacket. At the very least, the pair of shoes next to Childe’s boots and the tailcoat hung near the entrance did offer at least a little comfort that Zhongli was here. “Zhongli?” Childe repeated as he hung his jacket on the hook next to Zhongli’s, leaving him in his red undershirt and chest harness. No response.
Childe’s eyebrows knitted together as he began to head towards their bedroom, noticing the scattered items of Zhongli’s clothing on the floor as if he were leaving a trail. This was… very unlike Zhongli. He was orderly to a fault, always making sure to fold his items of clothing neatly unlike the haphazard way they were currently strewn across the floor.
Once he reached the closed door to their room, he could hear distinct cries and whines that sounded mildy pained. Childe’s chest seized with the sudden fear that Zhongli might have been hurt, and so he threw open the door and was met with… a sight. Zhongli, laying on his side, with three fingers shoved up his soaked cunt. The adeptus hadn’t even noticed Childe’s arrival, his eyes screwed shut as he panted in a labored manner. Zhongli’s appearance struck Childe next, the draconic tail and horns sprouting from his body alongside the inhuman way his arms had darkened into charcoal.
Zhongli looked… divine. Now more than ever before, Childe remembered that he was involved with a god. The Rex Lapis (well, not anymore).
“Zhongli—“ Childe cut himself off when Zhongli’s hazy gaze snapped towards the Harbinger, finally noticing that he was in the room. Childe stalked towards Zhongli’s side as the latter’s eyes followed him with bated breath. “What’s going on?“
That’s when the dam broke. The hand that wasn’t buried deep inside of him reached out to grasp onto Childe’s wrist with surprisingly strength, Zhongli’s chest heaving as he struggled to speak. “Ajax— please, it— ah, hurts!”
Childe felt his heart crumple at the sight of his Zhongli so distressed, though he still felt immensely confused over the state he was in currently. He placed a hand against Zhongli’s forehead and almost immediately pulled it away, his eyebrows knitting together in the process— Zhongli was burning . “You’re burning up! You should be resting, my love.” Childe sounded composed, but he couldn’t ignore the coil of heat that rolled in his gut at the ethereal form Zhongli had taken.
Zhongli shook his head almost violently at this, new tears already rolling down his tear stained cheeks. He pulled his fingers from his pussy and grabbed onto Childe, dragging him onto the bed and situating himself on top of his lap. Childe was stunned, his head falling to rest against the pillows as he took in the debauched state of his beloved. Zhongli’s trembling hands slipped under Childe’s shirt and came to rest upon the defined muscles of his abdomen, the latter unintentionally flexing from the contact. “Heat! I’ll, ngh— explain soon. Please, Ajax,” Zhongli rolled his hips against Childe’s clothed bulge and both of them hissed at the friction— “please, please please!”
Childe didn’t have the slightest clue over what was going on. While his first conclusion had been that Zhongli had fallen ill, the frantic state the adeptus was in alluded to something else. What that something else was, Childe wasn’t sure of. It was hard to deny anything of Zhongli when he seemed so pained, though. “Okay. Do what you need to do.” He responded after he had collected his thoughts, smoothing a hand against Zhongli’s slim waist.
Zhongli moved fast, his trembling fingers dropping down towards Childe’s pants as he struggled to unbuckle them. He let out a sound akin to a growl when he grew frustrated over his failed attempts, and Childe couldn’t ignore the way his dick twitched at the sound. Childe rushed to help Zhongli, unbuckling his pants with ease before the latter shoved them and his undergarments down just far enough until his half-hard dick popped out.
Zhongli wrapped his long fingers around the base of Childe’s dick, pumping him to full hardness in little time. Without fanfare, he lined himself up with Childe and dropped down before the Harbinger could fret about Zhongli getting hurt. Zhongli’s head flew back as a filthy cry was ripped from his throat. He was finally full.
“Fuck, Zhongli. You’re soaked,” Childe commented, though the noticeable strain in his voice made it clear how much he was holding back. Zhongli’s head lolled back forward as he steadied himself by placing his hands against Childe’s clothed abs. He experimentally rolled his hips against Childe, a stuttered breath tumbling from his lips due to the friction.
That was all the warning Childe was given before Zhongli began sliding himself up and down his dick like his life depended on it, a needy moan being punched out of the ex-archon everytime he bottomed out. Childe’s hands flew to grasp at Zhongli’s hips tightly, adjusting himself in order to meet the latter’s thrusts with his own. Zhongli seemed to appreciate this in the way his eyes flew wide and his grip tightened on Childe’s abdomen, his tail subconsciously moving to wrap around one of the Harbinger’s thighs.
“Ajax— ah! Please!” Zhongli sobbed out, loose strands of hair falling forward to frame his face beautifully. Zhongli wasn’t even entirely sure what he was begging for, all sense of coherency having left him long ago. Childe was happy to oblige Zhongli’s request, though. He began to thrust up into the inviting heat of Zhongli’s cunt at a rougher pace, this time sliding against the cluster of nerves that had the consultant crumpling against Childe’s chest with a loud keen.
Zhongli weakly pushed his hips back to meet Childe’s thrusts, the tight coil in his gut threatening to unravel at any moment. Without any warning, Zhongli’s entire body tensed up as he came with a sob, the grip his tail had on Childe’s thigh almost becoming painful. Childe groaned aloud at the way his walls clenched around his dick, and he began to slow down in order not to overwhelm Zhongli.
“No— keep going. Inside!” Zhongli begged, using his elbows to weakly prop himself up against Childe after he had recovered from his orgasm. Childe took one look at Zhongli’s tear-filled gaze and quickly acquiesced, digging his blunt nails into the ex-archon’s hips before resuming his brutal pace from before.
Fresh tears rolled down Zhongli’s cheeks due to the overstimulation, the line between pain and pleasure blurring as his head lolled forward while the Harbinger had his way with him. He whined pitifully everytime Childe brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves, though he couldn’t help but push himself back in an attempt to feel Childe deeper inside.
It didn’t take long for Childe’s pace to begin to falter, his thrusts stuttering before he came deep inside Zhongli with a moan of his name. Zhongli whimpered at the sensation and a sense of relief washed over him as the raging heat inside of him was quelled, if only temporarily. Zhongli lifted his head to blearily look at Childe, and the latter removed his hands from his hips in order to wipe away the tears that had escaped.
Zhongli lifted his hips until Childe’s dick slipped out, and the both of them hissed from the sensitivity. “Thank you, Ajax.” His voice was hoarse and trembled slightly as he spoke, but he sounded much more like himself than when Childe had first walked into the room.
“Of course, my love,” Childe hummed, before bringing a hand to tap at the thick base of Zhongli’s tail. The contact almost had Zhongli purring, but he did his best to keep it contained. He had embarrassed himself enough today. “So, you gonna explain what’s going on with you?”
This had Zhongli’s face lighting up, sitting up straight in order to bury his face within his golden palms. It was almost ironic how shy he was acting, considering how he had been begging for Childe to cum inside of him just moments before. He took a deep breath in order to steady himself before letting his hands fall from his face, though he still refused to look Childe in the eye. “As you know, my true nature is of a dragon.”
Childe hummed in acknowledgment, encouraging Zhongli to continue.
“You see, having the gnosis had locked away all of the instincts that lay within me. I did not have the time to indulge in my primal traits, thus the gnosis supressed it all.” Zhongli stopped speaking for a moment in order not to lose his composure, and his tail finally unwrapped itself from Childe’s leg in order to sway against the sheets. “The largest thing my gnosis had been subduing was my mating cycle… my heats.”
Childe blinked at this, and if Zhongli were looking at him he’d see the way his freckled cheeks had lit on fire. “Your… heats?”
Zhongli grimaced, instinctively shying in on himself at the sound of Childe’s voice. “Yes, I apologize. I wanted to tell you before it started, but I had only realized I was going to enter a heat myself while I was at work earlier. I thought I’d have a bit of time, but I was wrong. It started almost the moment I got home.” Zhongli crossed his arms over his bare chest. “My body has recognized you as a suitable mate and has sent me into a heat that’s thousands of years in the making. My body wants us to produce a clutch.”
Childe was silent for a worrying amount of time, and so Zhongli finally found the courage to gaze upon the other. He was shocked to see how red the latter had become, rather than the disgusted reaction he had been expecting. “A clutch… as in a baby?”
Zhongli nodded, fighting the urge to look away from the Harbinger once more. Already, he could feel tendrils of heat threatening to consume him once more, his breath catching in his throat at the sudden wave of arousal that washed over him. He was well aware of the fact that it wouldn’t be long before he was begging for the Harbinger to fuck him once again. “Yes… I’m aware that this is sudden, but— ah!” Zhongli yelped as the world was flipped in a second, and he soon found himself on his back with Childe hovering over him— there was a glint in his eyes that Zhongli couldn’t quite decipher.
“Need me to fuck a baby into you?” Childe had leaned down to whisper into Zhongli’s ear, taking to nibbling on his earlobe afterwards.
Zhongli flushed at his vulgar choice of words. “You don’t… have to do that. That is what my body desires, but all I request is for you to take care of me while I am in this state.”
Childe lifted his head to stare down at Zhongli, his eyebrows pinched together ever so slightly. “And what if I want that?” His gaze seared into Zhongli, the serious look written upon Childe’s features was a stark contrast from moments before.
“ You—“ Zhongli cut himself off as another wave of arousal made its way through his body, the back of his hand flying up to his mouth to muffle the sound that threatened to come out. “My apologies, I believe the second wave of my heat is starting soon.”
“Already?”
Zhongli nodded in response. “Yes. The first couple days are quite brutal.” He paused before speaking once more. “Anyways, as I was saying. You would want a child, with me?”
Childe’s normally dull eyes sparkled and a grin tugged at the corners of his lips. “I know we haven’t had the chance to talk about this before, but yes! I come from a big family, and I’ve always wanted one of my own. I never thought that with my life as a Harbinger that I’d ever be able to settle down and start one but… you changed that.” He seemed almost bashful as he spoke, a gentle shade of red beginning to speckle his cheeks.
Zhongli’s emotions were always heightened while in this state, and so he wasn’t surprised when tears sprung up at the corners of his eyes at Childe’s admission. To hide the fact that he was on the verge of crying, he placed a hand on the back of Childe’s neck and pulled him in to crash their lips together. “It would be an honor to carry your child,” he whispered against Childe’s lips, his tail wrapping itself around the latter’s thigh once more.
Childe felt his brain short circuit at Zhongli’s words, and it took him a moment to compose himself. Once he was able to think properly, he sprung into action. He began trailing chaste kisses down Zhongli’s jaw until he reached his neck, and the ex-archon quickly bared the side of his neck in order to give Childe more room. Childe hummed appreciatively at this, placing a couple more gentle kisses before biting down near the crook of Zhongli’s neck.
Zhongli let out a shocked cry, the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure causing him to jerk a little. Childe laved his tongue over the bite in a soothing manner before continuing to mark up Zhongli’s smooth skin, enjoying the way the latter whined and squirmed beneath him.
One of Zhongli’s hands flew up to grasp onto Childe’s fiery locks in an attempt to ground himself, his heat crashing back into him at full force. “Ajax, please ,” his back arched into Childe as the Harbinger bit down in a particularly harsh way near one of Zhongli’s nipples. Zhongli’s heat had once again consumed his being, his nerves felt as though they’d been lit on fire and the arousal that was rushing through him was almost painful.
“Please, what?” Childe teased, purposely nudging his once again hard dick against the soaked entrance of Zhongli’s pussy. This caused Zhongli to whine pitifully, his hips subconsciously raising in order to chase the delicious friction.
Zhongli allowed his legs to fall open further, a trembling hand coming to hook itself under the back of one of his knees to present himself to the Harbinger. “You’re— ah! I need you,” Zhongli managed to get out. It was becoming a struggle to form thoughts together properly, his heat-addled mind only zeroed in on one thing.
Childe almost choked at Zhongli’s words, using his close proximity to the latter’s chest as a way to hide the blush he knew had exploded upon his face. “Okay. I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, finally lifting his head to look down at Zhongli. He was taken aback at the almost ethereal sight he was greeted with. Zhongli was gorgeous.
His normally sharp gaze was hazy with arousal, and Childe was tempted to kiss away the tears that had formed at the corners of Zhongli’s eyes. The blush that dusted his cheeks spread up to the tips of his ears and down his chest with kiss-bitten lips parted ever so slightly, quiet pants escaping them with each breath. Zhongli’s hair was splayed beneath him in an elegant way, and when Childe looked closely he noticed the way his amber tips were glowly subtly. Zhongli looked like an angel, and Childe wanted nothing more than to ravish him for as long as he were able to.
Zhongli pulled Childe back to the present with a sharp tug to his chest harness, and the latter almost felt embarrassed over how he’d been shamelessly ogling the consultant for who knows how long. “Ajax.” Zhongli’s warning was a bit diminished in power by just how breathy his voice had become.
Childe acquiesced either way, quickly working to remove his remaining items of clothing until he was just as bare as Zhongli was. He lined himself up with Zhongli’s pussy and sent the ex-archon a glance for approval, but the only response he got in return was a pathetic whine and the end of his tail tapping against Childe’s hip impatiently.
That was enough confirmation for Childe. He wasted no time sliding home, Zhongli’s plush walls hugging his dick in all the right ways. Zhongli responding cry of pleasure was so debauched that Childe was surprised he didn’t cum on the spot, a soft moan being pulled out of him when the ex-archon unintentionally clenched around him.
Zhongli’s mind entirely blanked out once Childe bottomed out for the second time that day. The cramping in his lower abdomen had been quelled almost immediately, his inner-dragon preening at the possibility of getting what it desired most. He grasped at Childe’s back uselessly as the latter set a punishing pace, one that would’ve had Zhongli pushed up against the headboard if it weren’t for the way his claws were now digging into Childe’s freckled skin.
Childe hissed from the sting, and he leaned down in order to nip at Zhongli’s throat in the form of a gentle warning. “Watch your claws,” he mumbled against the ex-archon’s skin.
Zhongli’s only response was a sob that vaguely sounded like an apology if Childe listened carefully enough. Instead of tearing up Childe’s back, Zhongli moved to grasp onto the pillow beneath his head, unintentionally ripping the fabric open with the aide of his claws.
The sight made Childe groan and he found himself fucking into Zhongli harder afterwards, the head of his dick brushing against the second opening that laid deep within the adeptus.
Zhongli’s back shot off the bed in a deep arch at this, the tear tracks on his cheeks being redefined as the tears at the corners of his eyes finally began to fall. “So— ngh, deep! ” He managed to gasp, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as Childe’s brutal rhythm persisted.
Childe gripped onto the underside of Zhongli’s knees in order to hold him open, using his newfound leverage to press his thighs to his shoulders. He was momentarily impressed by Zhongli’s effortless flexibility, but the blinding pleasure coursing through him did well to pull his mind elsewhere. “Gods, you feel so good,” Childe gritted out as he leaned over Zhongli’s trembling form in order to bury his face in the crook of his neck. “Gonna breed you,” he added, his voice slightly obscured by the way he had hid himself.
“Fuck— please, please!” Zhongli wrapped his legs around Childe’s waist and his tail around one of his thighs in order the keep the latter from pulling out, not as though the Harbinger planned to in the first place. The curse word that had tumbled from his lips only proved how far gone he was, the throes of his heat mixed in with the way Childe was fucking him stupid had Zhongli practically incoherent.
Childe continued mumbling filthy praises and promises into Zhongli’s skin, his words only furthering the consultant’s debauched state. It was rare for Zhongli to lose himself like this during sex, he normally managed to stay at least somewhat sound while Childe fucked him. Childe knew that part of this had to do with the heat that was absolutely destroying the poor thing, but he couldn’t ignore the pride that welled in his chest at the knowledge that he was able to make Zhongli like this.
It seemed as though neither of them would last for much longer, as Childe’s thrusts had begun to stutter and Zhongli’s cries were climbing up in pitch. The more Childe’s rhythm faltered, the tighter Zhongli held onto him. Zhongli needed this, or else he was sure he would go mad.
Zhongli laced his fingers within Childe’s unruly locks and tugged sharply as a way of silently pleading, and that was all it took for the latter to tumble over the edge. Childe cursed in Snezhnayan as he came, subconsciously pushing himself as deep as he possibly could within Zhongli’s cunt as if it had a higher chance of taking this way.
The sensation of Childe’s cum painting his insides had Zhongli reaching his peak soon after, lips parted in a silent scream as his thighs shook violently with the force of his orgasm.
They stayed like that for a good minute afterwards, chests heaving as they simultaneously came down from their intense highs. It wasn’t until Childe’s legs began to cramp that he spoke up. “Zhongli, my love, you gotta let me go.”
Zhongli seemed to come to his senses at the sound of Childe’s voice, mumbling a quiet apology as he unraveled his limbs and tail from the Harbinger’s person. Childe chuckled fondly as he pulled out, finding this fucked out and exhausted Zhongli surprisingly endearing.
“Let’s get cleaned up and have something to eat, hm? How does that sound?” Childe asked as he stretched his arms over his head, wincing when one of his shoulders popped. Zhongli murmured something under his breath that Childe couldn’t quite understand, and so he asked the adeptus to repeat himself with a quiet “what was that?”.
“Mmm, my heat. It’s not over yet.” Zhongli repeated, this time loud enough for Childe to catch.
Childe hummed as he ran a calloused hand through Zhongli’s sweaty bangs. Zhongli began emitting a purr that was akin to a cat at his ministrations, and Childe found himself almost cooing at his behavior. “I’m aware. We can’t just stay in bed the entire time though, angel. Let me wash us up a little and then we can snack on something while we wait for your next wave to start, and if it starts while we’re still busy I promise I’ll take care of you right then and there.”
This seemed to placate Zhongli as moments later he pushed himself into a sitting position, attaching himself to Childe’s body the second he was upright. It seemed as though a symptom of Zhongli’s heat was the inexplicable need to be close to his chosen mate, and Childe wasn’t going to deny him of said closeness (personally, he adored this clingy side of Zhongli).
As promised, Childe did his best to clean the both of them up using his hydro vision and a dry towel. Afterwards, they snacked on some lotus flower crisps that Childe had actually made the day before, wanting to try out a new recipe he had come across in one of Zhongli’s many books. While they were eating, Zhongli’s mind was once again consumed by the clutches of his heat, and it didn’t take long for him to climb on Childe’s lap and beg for the Harbinger to breed him full.
As promised, Childe was happy to take care of his needy dragon husband for the third time that day. He could only hope to Celestia that he would be able to keep up with Zhongli’s seemingly endless stamina throughout all of this.